Human Stains: Chapter One
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Michael woke up when his wife, Marie, returned from a night out with her friends. She rolled into bed next to him, stinking of alcohol, and immediately began to snore. He slipped out of bed to go relieve himself. As he did so, he noticed his wife's underwear atop the laundry basket, the lacy, powder blue panties lying on top of the matching bra - there was a dark stain on the gusset of her panties!
At first he thought his wife had wet herself - she never could control her bladder when she was drunk. But then he noticed that the wet patch appearanced shiny and gooey. Michael's first thought was that perhaps his wife had been sexually excited. After four years of marriage, he knew she could get very wet and leaky if really aroused. But what could have aroused her to this extent? Curious now, he picked up the panties off the laundry basket and examined them, to find himself assaulted by the smell of pussy juice. But ... this wasn't just her ordinary pussy smell; something else was mixed with it.
Is it sweat? he thought, though not believing it. As he brought the panties closer to his face, and despite the poor lighting in the bathroom, he could see a milky white fluid at the gusset of the panties. Still holding the silky panties in his hand he opened the bathroom door. She was lying on the bed, unconscious, her blond hair untethered and spread wildly across the pillow. Her lips were red and slightly swollen and set in the tiniest smile. He thought he could see a little bruise on her neck, but maybe that was just a trick of the shadows.
It can't be! She would never cheat on me.
He brought the panties up to his nose and inhaled. The heavy smell of male cum was too stong not to distinguish. Thoughts rushed through his mind. Who could it have been? Who had fucked her? Had she lied to him about the night out with the girls? Is she carrying on a secret affair? ... or is it a stranger she'd met in the bar? Maybe it's one of her friends' husbands? Jack Bonds was always leering at her, maybe it's him!
He knew for a fact Jack had cheated on his own wife at least twice and flirted with every girl he met. He knew from the tennis club locker room that Jack was exceptionally well-endowed. He'd overheard the girls gossipping about him on a couple occasions, even heard his own wife asking Rhonda Bonds if the rumors were true, "...was Jack really hung like an anaconda?" Rhonda always deflected the queries with a knowing wink and a tsk-tsk. But the rumors were true. Jack had a cock the ladies were all dying to catch a glimpse of.
Is that what has happened? Have the girls gone out, got drunk, and stumbled back to Rhonda and Jack's to continue the party? Had the drinking got out of hand? Maybe the girls had played a drinking game, or Truth or Dare, or strip poker. Maybe Jack had entered the room just as the last of the inhibitions had been cast away. Maybe, maybe, maybe, but no fucking answeres.
He dipped his fingers into the viscous liquid and rubbed the slippery juices between his fingers. Bringing them to his lips he slipped them into his mouth. Closing his eyes Michel tasted the mixture of juices imagining his wife getting rowdy. Imagined her stripping off her blouse and bra and dancing in front of the cheering girls. He imagined her dancing topless with Jack, the only man in the house.
The competition would be strong to get him, with all those intoxicated females in the room. And his wife was nothing if not competetive. He imagined her feeling up Jack and grabbing his big, hard cock through his pants and rubbing her tits against his chest. He imagined her lowering Jack's zipper and reaching through the opening.
He closed his eyes and sucked gently on his fingers, tasting cunt and cum. He licked all around his fingers, searching for every last taste. And when he opened his eyes, his wife was there, lying on the bed, wide awake and staring straight at him.
- It all started about couple of months ago, during a group picnic organized by all the neighbours to celebrate the beginning of spring. It was a tradition of the neighbourhood and both Marie and Michael contributed to the picnic by providing BBQ food. Jack and Rhonda were there, of course, and Jack was openly flirting with all the women - single or otherwise. Michael noticed that Rhonda didn't seem to either aware of her husband behavior or didn't care.
- "Hey Rhonda, can you take over for a minute?" Marie shouted across the field from the BBQ. When Rhonda arrived and took over Marie whispered, "My bladder's about to burst!"
- "You go girl!" Rhonda almost burst out laughing.
- Marie then walked to the edge of the wood and tried to find a opening secluded enough to relieve herself. She looked back towards the picnic area and realized that the trees were not thick enough to shield her from the others. So she decided to walk deeper into the woods, away from the crowd. Soon she could see in the distance a small opening but as she approached it, she could make out two figures in the distance. They stood out because both of them were wearing white clothes and against the green background of the woods, Marie could also make out roughly what they were doing.
- Soon she was close enough to see the two persons clearly. It was Jack Bond and a woman whom Marie recognized as Joan, the daughter of a neighbour down the street, who was on a break from college. What Marie saw stopped her in her track. Jack was sitting on a large rock with his khaki shorts down at his ankles. Joan was on her knees between his legs with her head at his crotch.
- At first, Marie couldn't see Jack's cock; her view was blocked by Joan's head. She carefully and slowly walked around the edge of the wood clearing so as to get a better viewing angle. As the view improved, Marie could see that the rumors were true: Jack's cock was enormous! Joan's lips were stretched wide by head of his cock in her mouth, while her hands stroked the shaft near the base. Marie wondered why Joan's jaw wasn't dislocated by the enormous tool that wedged it open.
- Joan pulled her mouth back from his cock, which gleamed from her saliva. She rubbed her face agains the tip for a moment, then started licking along its whole length. One hand slid back to gently cup his balls. Marie gasped when the whole length of Jack's tool came into view; she squirmed, and could feel her pussy getting moist.
- "Here it comes!" roared Jack. Joan immediately took his cock all the way into her mouth.
- Marie saw Jack's hips start to jerk upward, as he thrust his cock deeper into Joan's mouth. Jack shot deep into her throat, groaning as he finished cumming. Joan pulled her mouth away and sat back with a grin. A strand of cum still connected his cock to her lips. She licked her lips, then swallowed his jism down with three slow gulps. Marie, watching, licked her own lips.
- "That was a huge load! God, doesn't you wife ever let you fuck her?" Joan grinned. "Her loss is my gain. Anyway, I better get back before my parents start looking for me." She stood up and brushed off the dirt and leaves on her knees. "We are still meeting up tonight, right?"
- "Would I miss giving a beautiful babe like you the lovin' she wants and needs? Of course I'll be there tonight. Just make sure your parents are asleep by the time I get there." Jack took her face in his hands and looked at her hungrily. With his finger, he cleaned a drop of jism from her lips and popped it into her mouth. Then he kissed her on her lips. His shorts were still around his ankles, and his cock hung down, thick and sluggish. Joan smiled, and gave it a squeeze; he patted her on her butt, and she walked off, back towards the picnic area.
- As soon as Joan was out of sight, Jack looked towards the area where Marie thought she was concealed. He took his cock in hand, and called out, "Marie, I know you are out there. Did you enjoy the show? I'm saving a little of THIS for you! When you decide to have a test drive, just let me know. I've got what you need, and I know you want it." Then he pulled up his shorts and walked away leaving Marie alone.
Marie's lips curled in a strange smile, Michael's eyes caught in her gaze. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Looks like someone got a treat they weren't expecting," she breathed to her husband.
For a long moment the two were frozen in place, not moving a muscle. Then Marie rolled to her belly and slithered down the bed toward her husband, her mind going a mile a minute. For a moment she thought I thought I was in deep shit. But damn if he doesn't look like he likes it!
At the foot of the bed Marie raised herself up, shaking her pendulous breasts at him.
His trance broken, Michael whirled around nearly sprinting to the toilet. There he dropped to his knees barely in time for the porcelain bowl to catch it as his stomach emptied itself forcefully into its depths.
