The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 05

"More," I whimpered in a hoarse voice. "Please, Sir...more."

Mister Richards turned and smiled down at me. "Ah, Sonya, back amongst the living, eh? He came over and patted me on the head, his cock gently brushing against my nose. I tilted my head to get it in my mouth, but cried out in dismay as Mister Richards moved away.

"Please..." I said, using a little girl's voice I'd not used in thirty-five years to get my way. "At least, let me suck your cock clean."

Mister Richards laughed and shook his head. "Now, now, my dear. You've been a delight and fucking you again would be wonderful, but there are limitations to how much my stamina and medicine can do and we wouldn't want to deny Mrs. Richards of her little pleasures." He winked at me and I felt a fresh sensation of sinful delight ripple through my well fucked body as I realized that he had all but told me that his own wife would be sucking his cock clean of our combined juices. Somehow, between that and his admonition that we'd done enough satisfied my need to have him again, if only for the moment.

He continued dressing as he said. "I cannot believe how much I enjoyed being your guest tonight." He paused as his glance went back and forth between my husband and myself. "I was just telling Donnie that I looked forward to doing this again...and again." He grinned and said, "I'm sure I could arrange my schedule to visit you both maybe every fourth Sunday."

I looked at Donnie, now idly stroking his swollen cock while he looked downward into his lap and slowly nodded. I looked up at Mister Richards and realized that he wasn't really offering to come visit us once a month, he was essentially commanding it. I had no reservations as I promptly replied, "Oh, Mister Richards that would be heavenly. I...we'll be counting the seconds."

Mister Richards finished dressing and I slowly rolled over onto my back as he came up to me and then bent down and gave me a long and loving kiss. When it ended, he remained in place, his face scarcely an inch from mine. "You are an exceptional woman, Sonya," he whispered. "The finest slut to ever spread her legs for me."

I felt tears mist up in my eyes, knowing that his sentiments were likely as close as he'd ever get to saying "I love you," but making me ache for him all the more. "When I dream of cock, I dream of you, Mister Richards," I replied softly.

My answer pleased him and he kissed me gently one more time and then said, "I'll show myself out. Sonya. I look forward to Tuesday as always." He turned and smirked at my husband, saying casually as he strolled out our bedroom door, "Donnie, she's all yours."

As I heard him going down the stairs, I slowly pulled myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Donnie and I stared at each other silently as we heard the front door open and then close. Quiet moments followed, interrupted by the sound of a car starting and then pulling away.

For long minutes, my husband and I looked at each other, not saying a word. I knew that once again, we'd passed a point of no return...my naughty plans of cuckolding him having evolved into something else. Finally, I opened my mouth and got the word, "Donnie," out of my mouth before he literally sprung from his seat and was standing before me, his arms reaching out to grip my shoulders tightfully...painfully.

"FUCKING SLUT!" he sobbed, his erection so intense it slapped up against his belly like it had when he was a teenager. "WHORE – FUCKING CUNT WHORE!" he screamed as he flung me over, throwing me onto my belly, bent over the bed, his hands digging into my buttocks to tilt them upwards and then he had a hand around his cock and was guiding it into my pussy, thrusting hard into my juicy, sperm filled pussy.

I groaned with pleasure...not so much from his average sized erection as from the sensitive condition Mister Richards had left my pussy in – my pleasure born as much from echoes of the older man's cock as from my husband now thrusting into me.

"I HATE YOU!" Donnie sobbed as he pounded his cock into me, his hands scrabbling at my back before getting tangled in my dark hair, yanking them as he continued, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SONYA...YOU WHORE...YOU SLUT...FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

I felt a swell of love for my husband inside me even as I also recognized that while I was aroused in the moment, it was a pale imitation of what I'd felt while being fucked by Mister Richards...or my many other illicit lovers. Still, this was my husband and I groaned and thrust my hips back at him as he quickly fucked me. His orgasm was quick and powerful, having been somehow denied to him until now. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his seed flow into me, joining with the cum already deposited there.

It dawned on me that I knew why he'd been unable to orgasm earlier as Mister Richards had had his way with me. It was as it had been for months. Donnie never fucked me anymore unless others had fucked me first and I understood. This was the 'cuckold's curse," an inability to reach climax until others had gone first.

"Feels good, don't it, baby?" I giggled as I felt my pussy muscles clamp down around his ejaculating cock. "All hot and squishy with all of Mister Richards' spunk in there.

I heard Donnie gasp and then he was pulling out of me and his hands reached out to tug me around by the hair of my head. "You like it so much, bitch," he sobbed, "Clean it off me!" He thrust his cock, still hard and covered in semen and pussy juice, into my face.

I threw myself backwards onto the bed, grabbing his hand and propelling us both back to sprawl atop the wrecked bedspread. I spun around and threw my leg over his torso, and scooted back to straddle his face. In a voice akin to that of my employer, I snapped back at Donnie, "I'll clean your cock if you lick my pussy clean, BITCH!"

I sat down on my husband's face, mashing my cum filled cunt against his face while I took his cock in my mouth. Donnie froze for a moment in shock as he felt my tongue and lips wrap around his cum covered cock, not struggling until I worked my hips to rub my pussy flesh over his face, smearing semen and cunt cream everywhere.

For a brief second, he started to throw me off, but I pushed my mound down more firmly and brushed his cockhead with my teeth just to remind him who was really in control. I felt him tense and then relax. A moment later, his hands were holding my ass cheeks steady as his tongue slithered between my labia to delve into the thick globs of semen deposited in my pussy. I moaned around his cock, both from the pleasure produced from the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive cunt flesh and from the satisfaction of knowing my Donnie – my husband, had yielded to my expectations.

What followed was a fevered bout of sixty-nine on both our parts. I gave my husband the most soulful head I could muster, wanting him to know and understand that beyond the cuckolding, the humiliation, and all my whorish behavior, I did still love him. Donnie, on his part, seemed at least for the moment to accept his role too, to submit and seemed to be enthusiastically eating me out, licking me clean of his semen as well as that of Mister Richards and I think his submission was complete as I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and this tongue slithering from my quivering pussy to probe my cum filled asshole.

In the wee hours of the morning in the aftermath of our perverted lovemaking, we lay cuddled together, reeking of the evening's carnal moments and talked softly about what had happened and what lay ahead. "I can't believe I feel this way," murmured Donnie in a soft, almost stunned voice, his head resting on my breast.

"What way is that?" I replied, stroking his hair idly as I recalled every decadent moment of the evening.

He was a long time answering. "Being so...turned on even when you and...him were...humiliating me like you did. I've never been so pissed off or hard in my life. My dick was so hard, it hurt."

"Do you regret that I let it happen? If we could turn back time, would you do things differently knowing how much this excites you?" It was a question that somehow fascinated me, wondering if Donnie, now knowing what he did, felt as I did, that absolute realization that there could be no going back.

Donnie let out a long suffering sigh before he said, "I don't know. It kills me, Sonya, every time I know you're fucking someone else, but that knowledge makes me so hot...so turned on, I've got a hard-on the moment you leave the house in your whore outfits." There was another long silence and then as his hand found its way into mine and squeezed tightly, he said, "I guess the genie's out of the bottle. There is no going back."

I smiled in the darkness of our bedroom and replied, "No...there is no going back."

"I'm going to hate you for being such a fucking slut, Sonya." His voice was edged with something on the border of misery and delight.

"I know," I replied.

"I'm going to love you for being such a fucking slut, Sonya." That almost surreal edge in his voice hadn't changed.

"I know," I replied again. "And you know that every moment I'm with another man or woman – that every time someone makes me cum my brains out, I still love you too, Donnie."

He said nothing for a long time before saying in a meek, defeated voice. "I know."

I kissed his forehead and yawned before saying, "Then somehow, we'll get through it. I think we've just scratched the surface of what we really are and what we're capable of, babe, but we'll deal with it as it comes. Just remember that I love you."

Donnie didn't reply, but of course, there really wasn't much more to say. I slipped into sleep, satisfied with our night's adventures, knowing I would be dreaming of lewd and nasty things still yet to come.

To be continue....