[Husband's Birthday Gift] [Chapters 1-4] [The End]

Robert saw a photo of his wife, Megan, sitting at a desk in their hotel room. She wore a light blue cotton shirt and dark gray pinstripe trousers, which accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her flowing dark brown hair cascaded down her back. The background was the hotel room's large bed, on which lay her brown jacket. The photo's date was displayed in the lower right corner, indicating it was taken Monday morning.
Robert clicked "Next," and a closer look at Megan revealed her open shirt, revealing a light blue lace bra. Excited, Robert quickly clicked "Next," but instead of another photo, he saw his wife's message: "Darling, I couldn't be with you for your birthday this year. To make up for that, I prepared this surprise for you. Since I wasn't with you, this was the only way I could do it. I hope you like it. Now, please click 'Next.'" In the next photo, the time was evening. The hotel room's lamp was on, casting a soft, warm light, and the outside was pitch black through the open window. Just like the previous two photos, Megan was still sitting at the table.
"What kind of surprise is this?" Robert wondered, but he also noticed that four buttons of his wife's shirt were undone, revealing a hint of sensuality in her cleavage. He zoomed in on the photo and saw that her bra had turned a dark blue, as if it were wet. Robert scrolled down to a note from his wife at the bottom of the page: "Remember those crazy sexual fantasies you told me about a year ago? Well, now I've decided to make those fantasies come true as my birthday present to you." Robert understood perfectly what his wife meant by "crazy sexual fantasies." It was after a long, passionate night of lovemaking that they had started discussing their respective fantasies. Robert had told Megan that his craziest fantasy was watching her make love to another man. Of course, it wasn't just about sex; Robert went on to explain that he wanted her to seduce other men, to flirt with them, and to hint that she was willing to sleep with them. Megan laughed after hearing this, calling him a strange man and warning him to be careful that she didn't exploit his sexual fantasies. They never spoke of it again after that, and Robert would have almost forgotten about it if Megan hadn't brought it up now.
Thinking about this, Robert's hand trembled slightly as he moved the mouse, excitedly clicking the "next" button. The photo that appeared made him gasp. It was a close-up of Megan's chest and abdomen; her shirt was completely open, revealing her full 34C breasts covered by her bra. A trickle of fresh white semen flowed down her cleavage into her bra, and some was directly onto it, turning it a deep blue color.
Megan wrote below the photo: "Call me at six tonight. Remember to bring the package and open this webpage too. I'll tell you the details. Don't call or open the webpage beforehand, not even a minute early. If you do, your birthday present will only be what you see now." For Robert, the time before six o'clock in the evening was the most agonizing period of his life. He couldn't concentrate on his work at all; his mind was filled with thoughts of what his lovely wife would show him. Had she really slept with another man? Who was he? What did he look like
? Was he stronger and more powerful than him? Was his sex skill better? How did she meet him? A barrage of questions kept popping into his head, but he couldn't find any answers.
Finally, at 5:30 PM, the company's closing time, Robert drove home like a whirlwind, nearly running red lights several times along the way. What should have been a 20-minute journey, he covered in 10 minutes.
Back home, he did nothing but sit at his desk, turn on the computer, and sit by the phone, waiting for the appointed time with his wife. As soon as the clock struck six, Robert eagerly picked up the phone and called his wife.
The phone rang only once before Megan answered, clearly waiting for him too. "Hello, honey, how was your day?" Megan said excitedly.
"How was your day?" Robert replied. "It was like torture, you know why?" "Of course I know," Megan laughed on the phone, "but 'torture' isn't my birthday present for you." "Okay, then tell me everything you want to tell me." "Don't rush me! First, tell me, is your dick hard now?" "It's been hard ever since I saw your picture this morning." "Great, that's exactly what I wanted. There's one more thing..." "What is it?" "You have to promise me that you won't touch your dick unless I give you permission, no matter how hard it is. You can take it out of your pants, but don't touch it until I tell you to, okay?" "Okay, okay, whatever you say, just tell me what happened down there!" Robert answered as he unzipped his pants, exposing his hard penis.
"Okay, let's get started!" Megan began on the phone. "After finishing work yesterday, I didn't go straight to the hotel room; I went to the hotel bar instead. I just finished drinking. Look at the next picture—how much semen is on my chest. Then open that package and look at that shirt. Put the phone on speakerphone; I'm waiting for you to be close to ejaculating." Robert turned on speakerphone, then opened a webpage to look at the picture of his wife's chest covered in semen. He then opened the package and took out the cotton shirt his wife had worn the previous night. After unfolding the shirt and laying it flat on the table, he discovered that his wife had also sent her bra.
"My God, Megan, that man is a monster! He ejaculated so much! I see your shirt is covered in semen! Your bra is covered in semen too!" Robert shouted into the speakerphone.
Because his wife's clothes were tightly wrapped in a plastic bag, most of the semen on the clothes and bra was still damp, and Robert could smell a strong odor of semen, which aroused him to the point of wanting to ejaculate.
"Yeah, yeah, he ejaculated so much, I felt like I was drowning," Megan said on the phone. Then, hearing a burst of noise on the other end, she shouted, "Hey, Robert, did you ejaculate?" "Yes! Ahh, it's all over your bra, ahhhhh..." "Oh, my darling! Shoot, shoot, shoot all your semen on my bra, give me a complete release!" With that, Megan threw the phone receiver onto the bed beside her, spread her legs, and vigorously rubbed her vulva with both hands. She inserted two fingers of one hand into her vagina and moved them in and out, while the other hand pressed and rubbed her clitoris.
"Fuck! Fuck! So good! Ahhhhh..." Robert shouted as he ejaculated into the cups of his wife's 34C bra. Afterward, his mind cleared slightly, and he could hear his wife's moans coming from the speakerphone, knowing that she had also reached orgasm. Then, both ends of the phone went silent.
Megan caught her breath for a moment before picking up the receiver again, saying, "This is absolutely insane, my vagina is still trembling." "You bet, it's insane! Thank you so much, I love the birthday present you prepared for me. I know it takes a lot of courage to have sex with a strange man." "Hehe, how does it feel? Do you want more? Haha, more, more, right? My darling, if I put my clothes and bra with your semen on them back in the plastic bag, I can wear them again for you when I get back, before they're completely dry, okay?" "Oh my God! Really? That's wonderful, I can't believe it's true!" Imagining his wife wearing clothes covered in a strange man's semen and his own, Robert's penis became hard again.
"Hehe, just you wait and see! Oh, by the way, I've made plans with that guy again tonight. Oh, it's getting late, I have to go. I'll tell you about tonight's date tomorrow. Goodbye!" With that, the phone hung up.
"Hey, Megan, hi, hello, hello?... " Robert stared at the silent phone, utterly incredulous at what he was seeing. He pressed the redial button, but no one answered. He tried his wife's cell phone, but it was switched off! She'd gone to see that man again. Last night, this was the man who had brought her to orgasm with his fingers, and she'd sucked his semen out of her mouth. What would they do tonight?
Would she have sex with him?
Robert stared at his wife's clothes and bra, stained with the strange man's and his own semen, on the table. Imagining her being raped by a stranger for hours tonight, his penis hardened again, and he felt a strong urge to ejaculate. He grabbed the bra, slipped the right cup over his penis, and began to vigorously stroke it.
He panted, his eyes closed, and the image of his wife being raped by a stranger appeared before his eyes: Megan stripped naked, legs spread wide, the man's large glans pressed between her delicate labia, his thick penis slowly penetrating her body, then thrusting wildly. His wife was being fucked by his huge penis until she had multiple orgasms, letting him ejaculate his filthy semen directly into her uterus.
"Ahhh!..." Robert yelled, ejaculating again onto his wife's bra.
Afterwards, Robert wiped his penis clean with his wife's shirt, then carefully put the bra and shirt back into the plastic bag and tied the bag shut. Robert didn't sleep well all night, his mind constantly on his wife and that man. One thing was certain: he would receive a new package from his wife tomorrow.

A folder.
Robert opened the new binder, and inside were only two photos, and Megan had also sent him an email. In the email, she wrote: "By now, you've probably received my package and are probably still imagining what I did last night, but you'd never guess what actually happened. If you want to know, call me at 6 p.m. sharp, just like last night. Love, my sexy wife." At the end of the email, Megan added: "Before you call tonight, whatever you do, don't touch your hard cock. I know it'll be uncomfortable, but I promise it'll be worth it. You'll find it incredibly exciting when I tell you what happened on my date with that guy." Robert didn't have much work that day, so he could go home a little early, but he still drove incredibly fast. Having learned from the previous night's experience, he was now more relaxed preparing for his call with his wife. This time, he put the phone on speakerphone beforehand, freeing his hands to do other things. He placed the phone on one side of the computer and the package on the other, making both easily accessible and avoiding any fumbling during the call.
The clock had just struck six when Robert immediately pressed the dial button, hoping to get through to his wife right away. However, Megan didn't answer immediately this time, unlike the night before. It wasn't until about twenty seconds after the phone rang that she picked up.
"Hello, honey!" "Hi, Megan, how was your day?" Robert tried to remain calm, but didn't know what to say to his wife.
"Not bad, the usual. Is your phone on speakerphone?" Megan felt an echo in her husband's voice. "You want to hear some casual conversation, don't you?" "Don't tease me, honey, you know I'm not looking for casual conversation." "Oh, don't think of it that way. We have plenty of time. I don't have a date tonight." "No? Oh, that's good. Hmm...why don't you have a date?" Robert found it a little strange.
"Why aren't you on a date? Do you really want your beautiful wife to have sex with a strange man? You want your wife to be fucked hard by a strange man again before she gets home, is that it?" Megan said mockingly. "To be honest, we fucked right after lunch. We dated all day." "Fucked?! What did you do? Where did you go?" Robert asked eagerly.
"Don't rush me. I haven't even told you about last night yet, and you're already asking about today. Are you about to die of impatience? Hahahaha..." "So you know you were fucked by him last night." "Already know? All you know are the photos I sent you and the packages I mailed to you. I even took off my underwear and had several beggars ejaculate on it, just like you did last night. You didn't know that, did you?" "Okay, okay, just tell me already. Tell me about your date last night." "You've already seen the photos I updated, haven't you? Good, so you already know..." "I told you what happened before I went to see him last night. After giving that man oral sex and being fingered by him, I kept thinking about having real sex with him, and I was very excited all day. I didn't send you a picture of my underwear because I didn't want you to know how much I was wet." "We agreed to meet in the hotel lobby, and when I went downstairs, he was already sitting on the sofa waiting for me. When he saw me, he immediately stood up to greet me, and I saw that his crotch was bulging. I think he probably spent all day thinking about how to rape me too. Hahahaha..." Megan said, unable to stop laughing.
"He led me towards the parking lot, telling me that in order to take off my pants, he had to treat me to dinner and drinks first. I reminded him that he had already taken off my pants, so there was no need to treat me to dinner and drinks if he wanted to take them off again. But he replied that yesterday he had only inserted his fingers, which was different from real intercourse." "Many people in the hotel lobby noticed us, noticed his erect penis in his pants, which made me feel a little embarrassed, but he not only didn't care about other people's gazes, but also seemed very proud.
Later he told me that he just wanted others to know that I aroused his body." "His reaction." "He drove me to a really nice Italian restaurant in the suburbs. Since it wasn't the weekend, there weren't many customers, so we found a quiet seat, far away from the other diners. After ordering, he stared at me intently and asked what kind of underwear I was wearing. I was a little surprised by his bluntness, but I knew we were just dating for sex, so there was no need to hide anything. I just told him what kind of bra and panties I was wearing. Now these bras and panties are being sent to you as a gift." "Did you mention me to him?" Robert asked.
"Yes, I told him that I promised to send you a birthday present to make up for not being there for your birthday. I explained to him that I sent you some 'evidence' to prove that I had had sex with other men, and my 'evidence' was my panties and bra covered in semen. When he heard that, his eyes widened with excitement, and he said he would be very willing to help me." Megan laughed again on the phone.
"During dinner, I asked him how he could help me. He asked if I noticed anything when I was giving him oral sex last night. I replied, 'Besides him ejaculating a huge puddle of semen, what else?' He laughed and said that what he ejaculated wasn't just a huge puddle, it was far from his standard ejaculation volume. I was shocked by what he said, and I asked him what he meant, because I felt he had already ejaculated a lot. He explained that he had actually masturbated once in the room before giving me oral sex, otherwise, he would have ejaculated much more semen on me. He said that if he didn't ejaculate for a day or two, he could easily fill one cup of my bra with semen." "I was a little skeptical and said he was bragging. But he explained that he had had this abnormal phenomenon for many years. Since puberty, he had masturbated almost every day, and each time he would ejaculate a large cup of semen. At the time, he thought that every boy ejaculated as much as him, but later, when he was chatting with friends, he found that other boys only ejaculated a little bit in their palm each time." Or he could just wipe it with a tissue, but even when he used a towel, it would get almost completely soaked. He also told me that he ejaculated much more semen when he was younger. Later, after he got a girlfriend, he truly realized that he was different from other men. Once, his girlfriend finally agreed to give him oral sex and swallow his semen, but the poor girl almost suffocated from his gushing semen, and a large amount of semen that she couldn't swallow in time got all over her head, face, and body. After that, the girl was so scared that she never dared to date him again, and other girls avoided him like the plague. "While he was reminiscing about his youth, I was thinking about how to lure his penis into my vagina and pour all his gushing semen into my thirsty body. Needless to say, my vagina became more and more itchy, and my body became more and more excited. The fluid in my vagina was flowing out like a leaky kettle, and several times I wanted to run to the bathroom to release my sexual desire." "Then why didn't you go?" Robert asked.
"Because while he was telling his story, one of his hands was on my knee, and I didn't want to interrupt him. He told me that he gradually got used to his special physical condition and believed that one day he would find a woman who liked his special abilities. I told him that my reason told me I wasn't a woman who liked his special abilities, but my lust told me I really wanted to experience them." "After dinner, we were both incredibly aroused and couldn't wait to run back to our hotel room and have sex.
After leaving the restaurant, we walked together towards where his car was parked. His car was parked in a rather secluded corner of the parking lot, hidden in the shadows of the lights. As soon as we got to his car, he grabbed me and pushed me against it, then started kissing me passionately. One of his hands quietly slipped inside my collar, pulled down my bra, and began to rub my breasts. At first, I didn't notice, until his fingers pinched my nipples hard and I realized my upper body was under his control. Then," He ripped open my clothes, pulled my bra down below my breasts, and bent down to suckle my nipple. "Even though we were in public and could be seen by others, I didn't care anymore and started moaning involuntarily. You know my nipples are very sensitive, and his sucking felt like an electric current going straight to my vagina, making me even more excited. I moaned and reached for his pants, unzipping them to pull out his hard penis. He was also excited, spitting out my nipple and telling me he wanted to fuck me right now. Before I could say anything, he let go of me, unlocked the car door, opened the back door, pushed me in, and pressed me into the back seat. His car was a large SUV with plenty of space in the back and wide seats. He pulled my skirt up to my waist and then pulled my already soaked panties down below my knees, exposing my itchy vulva." "Robert, have you logged into that website?" Megan suddenly stopped talking and asked.
"Yes." "Then refresh it again, I've sent you some new photos." Robert pressed the F5 key to refresh the webpage. He moved the mouse and clicked "Next," and a new photo appeared on the computer screen.
"Fuck! That's fucking slutty!" Robert yelled into the phone, "I almost came! It's unbelievable!" "Do you like it? Honey, you see, I told him about the gift I was going to give you at dinner, and I also told him about the photo package. So, in the car, I handed him the camera and asked him to take some of my sexiest photos," Megan said on the phone.
Robert could hardly believe his eyes. In the new photo, Megan was leaning forward on the back of the front seat, her white tube skirt wrapped around her waist, her large, white buttocks facing the camera. Her panties were pulled down to her knees, leaving her legs only slightly apart. Between her legs lay a moist, swollen vulva, surrounded by her labia, from which trickles of lustful fluid slowly oozed. As the photo was being taken, Megan's face turned towards him, and Robert saw the wanton expression on her face, half-hidden by black. He knew his wife's expression all too well; it was always like that when she was aroused and begging Robert to fuck her hard.
He looked at the photo again, feeling something was off. He knew his wife's camera wasn't very good, lacking a wide-angle lens; such a photo couldn't have been taken from the back seat.
Robert confided his doubts to his wife.
"That's right, Robert. To get the best photos, he climbed from the back seat to the trunk. I was so excited, my body was shaking, begging him to come and fuck me, but he was so persistent, he insisted on getting the photos right and told me not to wiggle my ass... So, want to see the photos below?" "Of course, I want to see them, let me see them." "Then refresh the page, I just uploaded a few photos." Megan giggled.
"Really?" Robert muttered to himself, refreshing the computer, but when the photos appeared, he couldn't make out what they were at all. After a while, he finally saw them clearly. It turned out that the camera had been taken from a very close distance, showing a man's huge, thick penis deeply inserted into Megan's vagina.
"Did you see that clearly? I really got fucked by him, darling. He came to me, holding a camera in one hand, and with the other hand, he guided his hard cock into my wet and hot vagina, but my vagina was too wet, he said. The two new photos were taken from the same angle as the photos he had just seen, but these two were much clearer. Megan's big buttocks were covered in sweat, probably from just finishing intense intercourse, but what attracted Robert's attention even more was the strange man's big cock. At this point, the big meat stick was almost completely pulled out of his wife's vagina, covered with a mixture of white semen and vaginal secretions, which reminded him of a birthday cake covered with thick cream.
He clicked on the "next" photo, which showed a close-up of Megan's wet and white semen-covered cunt, which had just been fucked. Her labia were red and swollen, and her bright red vaginal opening was stretched open into a round hole, surrounded by a lot of vaginal fluid and semen, with a trickle of semen flowing out of the hole." Robert stared wide-eyed at the photo of his wife's vulva, seemingly wanting to kneel down and lick clean the semen that had defiled her most sacred part. His penis trembled again, and he ejaculated without any effort from him. Robert was somewhat surprised and flustered; he didn't even have time to grab his wife's bra to catch the ejaculation.
"Ahhhhhh!..." Megan returned with a glass of water, just in time to hear her husband groaning so loudly. She encouraged him loudly, saying, "Yes, yes, darling, let the semen cover your whole body!" "Fuck! Baby, this is the most lewd thing I've ever heard or seen!" Robert gasped and shouted to his wife.
"Absolutely! Even I felt excited and thrilled when I saw those photos. After he took the pictures, he helped me put my underwear back on, and then, when I stood up, he actually pulled on the hem of my skirt to wipe his penis. As a result, on the way back to the hotel, I was sitting in my seat, and it was like I was soaking in a basin of semen, my body was covered in semen inside and out." Hearing this, Robert couldn't help but groan. He really wished he had been there, to see his wife's lewd appearance, to smell the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid on her body, and to lick his wife's vagina, which had been defiled by a stranger's semen.
"Back at the hotel, I invited him to my room, hoping he could fuck me again, but he refused, explaining that although he really wanted to be intimate with me again, the sex battle in the parking lot had exhausted him, and he needed to go back and rest. I had no choice but to go back to my room alone, but I made him promise to call me around noon. Actually, I was exhausted too, and I went straight to bed as soon as I got back, which is why I missed sending you the underwear and bra; you only received my gifts today." "I don't know what to say, Megan. I never imagined you would do this for me," Robert said honestly. "I love you!" "I love you too!" "What else will happen this afternoon?" Robert asked.
"Be patient, Robert, you'll find out tomorrow. Okay, I need to get ready, he's coming to pick me up in 30 minutes." "Are you going on another date with him before you fly back tonight?" "Yeah, he said he'd take me to a nightclub. Maybe we won't go anywhere, just stay in my room and fuck all night, who knows what might happen? You just wait and see!" Megan hung up before Robert could reply.
Robert sat alone in his study, his mind still replaying the astonishing things his wife had done these past two days. He desperately wanted to know what else would happen that afternoon, what his wife and that stranger would do. "What else could she do that would shock me even more? Maybe nothing more extreme, but I really can't predict..." Robert's thoughts raced.
That night, before going to bed, he looked at photos of his wife's swollen, filthy vagina and masturbated twice, each time ejaculating onto Megan's bra.

Chapter Four: Thursday

Robert's life was now quite routine: wake up, go to work, wait for Megan's emails, check the photo album for updates and emails online. On Thursday morning, he arrived at the office a little earlier than usual so he could go home a little earlier in the afternoon to chat with his wife on the phone and online. To Robert's surprise, Megan had already sent him an email.
"My dearest husband, by the time you receive this email, I'll already be on my flight home.
Since I'll be home today, I won't send you any more packages. When you get home from work tonight, my whole body will be your package, and I'll tell you everything that happened yesterday. In the meantime, go look at the photo album and enjoy some pictures of our activities yesterday. Love, Megan." After reading the email, Robert quickly took out his laptop, logged on, and eagerly checked the new photos in the album. The first photo was of Megan in a business suit standing in a hotel room; it must have been taken after she returned to her room from work. The bright sunshine outside indicated it was daytime.
The next photo was taken elsewhere; Robert guessed it might be in a local shopping mall. In the photo, Megan emerges from a women's clothing store, no longer wearing her business attire, but a green cotton t-shirt. Robert guesses she probably bought it there and changed into it in the store. The t-shirt fits her perfectly, showcasing her beautiful curves and sexy thighs. The top three buttons are undone, revealing her fair, deep cleavage. She wears white high-heeled sandals, her smooth legs without stockings. A brown leather belt cinches her waist, further emphasizing her ample breasts and hips. Her hair is no longer tied in a ponytail but draped over her shoulders, adding to her mature and alluring charm. The combination of clothing and hairstyle makes her look at least five years younger. Clearly, this photo was taken by the stranger outside the clothing store.
In the third photo, Megan sits at a table, presumably an outdoor restaurant on a shopping street, with several shoppers behind her. The bright sunlight shone on her, making her clothes appear even more vibrant. And, due to the lighting, it was clear that Megan wasn't wearing a bra; her prominent nipples cast two distinct shadows on her clothing. Her face was flushed, and she smiled happily at the camera, a drink straw tucked between her bright red lips, leaving much to the imagination. The
next two photos appeared to be taken in an underground parking lot in a shopping district. In one photo, Megan stood in front of a car, with an elevator exit in the background. She lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing white lace-trimmed panties. Through the semi-transparent material, Robert could vaguely see her bald vulva. Robert couldn't believe his wife had shaved her pubic hair, because he had repeatedly asked, even begged, for her to shave it for him so he could admire his smooth vulva, but she had never agreed. Now, she had shaved her pubic hair for a strange man! In the other photo, the camera was focused on her face; the smile and expression were exactly the same as when she had been violently raped by that man in the car the day before.
Robert quickly clicked the link to the next photo, and as expected, the next picture showed the interior of a car, probably still in the strange man's SUV. The trunk was open, and Megan sat in the back seat, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, and her clothes unbuttoned, revealing her full 34C breasts. Her nipples were erect, and the rest of her breasts were covered with a white, translucent substance. Her legs were spread wide open, and her shaved vulva was clearly visible through the gap in her panties. However, Megan's vulva looked different this time; it was red and swollen, and her labia were wide open, like a blooming rose.
Seeing this erotic scene, Robert, sitting in his office, almost ejaculated on his underwear. Because his wife's vagina had just been wantonly violated by a strange man, and a trickle of semen was flowing from her swollen, red opening, hanging lewdly between her buttocks. "Damn it! She let that guy fuck her again in the parking lot!" Robert thought, both excited and furious.
Robert was eager to see his wife. He checked the flights, then took an afternoon off to pick her up at the airport. He was impatient to see her and fuck her hard.
When Megan walked out of the airport exit, Robert was already waiting for her. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans, her hair in a ponytail, and light makeup, looking both mature and youthful. Looking at her, no one would imagine that in the past three days she had so wantonly betrayed her husband, shamelessly performing oral sex on a strange man, having wild sex with a strange man in the parking lot, and then, the following day, wantonly indulging in lust with that man in the back seat of a car.
Robert rushed to greet his wife as she emerged, embracing her tightly and kissing her passionately. Although Megan hadn't expected her husband to pick her up, after several nights of making love over the phone, she wasn't surprised by his enthusiasm. Finally, Robert reluctantly released her tongue, picked up her luggage, and noticed a new shopping bag—one she hadn't taken with her when she left four days earlier. He opened the bag and found the green dress and white strappy sandals she'd worn in the photos.
"Are you hungry, darling?" Robert asked as he drove away from the airport. "Should we find somewhere to eat on the way home?" "No, I want to go straight home. I really want to make love to you!" Megan said coquettishly.
Robert was thrilled. He drove incredibly fast, and despite some traffic, they arrived home as quickly as possible. As soon as the car stopped in front of their house, the couple dragged their luggage into the house, then ran into the bedroom, undressing as they went.
Within just 15 minutes, Megan reached orgasm three times, and Robert ejaculated his pent-up semen into his wife's vagina. Then, the two lay on the bed, panting heavily.
"That was...that was amazing!" Robert said breathlessly, staring at the ceiling. "Are you hungry, my dear?" "Hehe, my libido is satisfied," Megan replied with a laugh, "but my appetite is back. I wonder if you still have the energy to take me out to eat?" ************ The couple quickly took a shower and then got dressed to go out for dinner. Robert went out first to take out the trash and start the car. Megan took the opportunity to rush to the study to check the packages she had sent back earlier. Since she didn't have much time, she quickly looked in the desk drawer and saw that both packages were there. She opened them to check their contents.
Megan put the package that had been sent back on Wednesday back and opened the one that had been sent back on Tuesday. She opened the plastic bag and immediately smelled a strong odor of semen. She quickly took out the bra that was covered in semen and saw that some of the semen had dried, but most of it was still moist and sticky. Megan didn't hesitate. She quickly unbuttoned her clothes, took off her bra, put on the semen-stained, smelly bra, fastened it, and ran out.
Robert stood by the car waiting for his wife, sensing something was off about her, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he said nothing. The two got into the car and drove towards the neighborhood with good restaurants.
"So, when are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?" Robert finally couldn't hold back.
"Anytime is fine, are you ready?" "I've been ready since yesterday, just tell me already, stop torturing me." "Yesterday after lunch, we met in the hotel lobby, and then he drove me to the local shopping street. Once there, he took me straight to a boutique, of course, a sexy lingerie boutique, and bought me a bra with an opening in the cups and a pair of panties without a crotch. He took the bra and panties and dragged me into the fitting room, making me wear them and taking several pictures of me." Megan said, her face flushed, with a smile.
Robert glanced at his wife as he drove, noticing that the top three buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing her deep cleavage and part of her bra. The bra appeared to be the same one she'd sent him on Tuesday. "Did she intentionally wear that bra?" Robert wondered, then realized Megan wouldn't buy two identical bras. That meant she was now sitting next to him wearing the bra she'd sent on Tuesday, stained with a strange man's semen.
"Is it that one...?" Robert asked.
"Yes, yes," Megan replied immediately. "Want to take a second look?" she asked teasingly.
"Of course, I want to!" Megan shifted her position in the seat, facing Robert, leaning against the car door, and slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons, pulling the front open to fully expose her breasts, still stained with the stench of the bra.
"Wow!" Robert exclaimed involuntarily.
"This bra is covered in semen, it feels so slippery on my nipples, and I can even smell the distinctive odor of semen," Megan told her husband. "Every time I move, I can feel the bra sliding back and forth between my breasts and nipples. Tell me, how many times have you ejaculated on this?" "Twice, only twice," Robert replied, involuntarily recalling his excitement on Tuesday night. "I wish I had ejaculated more then." "You ejaculated in every cup! It tasted amazing! I wish I had been with you then, so I could have put the bra on while the semen was still warm," Megan said, gently stroking the bra with her fingers.
"After that man ejaculated on my bra, he told me he was going to buy me a new one, so he took me to that women's goods store you saw in the photo. He walked around the store with me for a while and helped me pick out three outfits: a white tight-fitting skirt suit, a pink semi-transparent gauze blouse, and that green t-shirt, the one I wore in the photo." Robert drove, constantly stealing glances at his wife beside him. Actually, what he wanted to do most right now was to snuggle up to her and smell the bra. He really wanted to press his nose against that pungent bra, close his eyes, and savor the scent, to touch it and feel its smooth texture.
"Holding the clothes he picked out for me, I went into the fitting room, took off my own clothes, and changed into the first new outfit. When I came out of the fitting room, I felt my thighs were soaked with the fluids from my vaginal discharge. I walked back and forth in front of him, then twirled around a few times, but he thought the clothes didn't suit me, so I went back to the fitting room to change into the second outfit. While changing, I guessed he didn't like me wearing the first outfit because it was too tight; I looked like a slut in it. The second outfit was relatively loose, and the semi-transparent material subtly revealed the curves of my breasts and hips. The hem of the dress reached my knees, making it look more elegant and gentle. When I walked out of the fitting room wearing that outfit, his face was full of approval and admiration, and his crotch bulged." Megan seemed to sense something as she said this, so she grabbed her husband's free hand and placed it on her breast, letting him caress it through the slippery bra.
Because he was driving, Robert didn't dare to focus all his attention on his wife's breasts; his hand only moved lightly over her full breasts. His fingers traced the lace, feeling the delicate material and texture of the bra, but he quickly had to remove his hands, as they were almost at the restaurant. Megan fastened the bottom clasp, leaving the top three buttons undone, revealing half of her snow-white breast.
************ At the restaurant, the waitress led them to an empty table and brought them drinks. Then, Megan continued telling her husband about what had happened Wednesday afternoon.
"Where was I?... Oh, right, I went back to the fitting room to try on the last outfit. When I put it on, I found it a bit tight; although it tucked in my stomach, it wasn't enough for my chest. It was difficult to even fasten the buttons, so I didn't fasten the top three. After I came out of the fitting room, the man praised the last outfit I wore and immediately asked the salesperson to write a receipt for both the one I was wearing and the second one I tried on." "So, you have another semi-transparent summer dress?" Robert asked.
“Yeah, so what? Do you want me to wear that for you to see?” Megan asked. “Do you want other men to see your wife’s perky nipples?” “I want to see what you look like without a bra, just in that dress,” Robert said frankly, downing his drink in one gulp. He leaned down and whispered to his wife, “Then I’ll fuck you hard and shoot my semen deep inside you. Ideally, in the mall restroom, and then you’ll walk around the mall with your semen-filled cunt inside you.” He spoke very softly so that the other customers wouldn’t hear.
“Oh my God, that’s so lewd!” Megan almost moaned as her husband said this, feeling her genitals getting wetter and wetter. After the experiences of the past few days, Megan had started to enjoy the feeling of walking around with semen inside her. Of course, Megan and her husband had been having sex without a condom for years, and the semen was always ejaculated inside her, but they always cleaned up promptly afterward. She had never run out with her vagina full of semen before. However, in the past few days, after that strange man ejaculated into her vagina, he took her around and made her slowly get used to and even crave the feeling of semen flowing on her vulva and thighs. She gradually came to like the sticky, slippery feeling of wearing underwear soaked in semen and vaginal fluid.
"Okay, I'll continue. Holding the receipt from the salesperson, I was waiting in line at the checkout to pay when he came over and hugged me from behind, gently kissing my neck and ears. I could feel his hard penis pressing against my buttocks. If I wasn't afraid of being arrested by the police, I would have wanted to strip naked and have sex with him right there in the mall. After buying the clothes and leaving the mall, we went to the food court to rest, eat something, and drink some beverages. By then, I was getting more and more excited, feeling like every man who walked past me was staring at my erect nipples. Because I was wearing open-crotch underwear, I felt gusts of cool air blowing on my hot, wet labia, making me restless. I was afraid that someone would see the lustful fluid flowing down my thighs." Megan paused to take a sip of her drink, while Robert listened, somewhat mesmerized, quietly waiting for his wife to continue.
"In the food court, we found an empty table in a relatively quiet corner and sat down. There were some plants around to block the view. He told me to sit with my back to the mall so that no one could see what I was doing unless they came right up to us. He made me unbutton my clothes, spread my shirt open, and open my legs to expose my vulva, which was covered by underwear. He took out his camera and took the photos I sent you. Then he got up to buy us food and drinks, leaving me to wait for him to return with my body exposed." "While eating, I was incredibly aroused and wanted to have sex with him right away. At that moment, I was even willing to have sex with any man who wanted to have sex with me. He noticed my uncontrollable lust and suggested we go back to the hotel. I really couldn't wait to leave. My nipples were erect, my vagina was wet, and with every step I took, my nipples would bounce inside my clothes, and my vaginal fluid would flow down my thighs. I felt like everyone who walked past me would notice how lewd I looked." Megan had to stop here because the waiter came to serve us our food. After she left, Megan continued her story.
"So, as soon as we got to the parking lot, I immediately dragged him to his car. His car was parked in a corner, quite far from the other cars. I don't know if he did it on purpose, but I liked it because that way I could have a good time with him in the car. He unlocked the door with the remote, and I immediately opened the trunk and jumped in. I sat in the trunk, spread my legs, and used my fingers to separate my open panties and my wet labia, showing him how much I wanted his big cock. Then, I unbuttoned all my clothes, opened my shirt, and let him see my hard nipples sticking out of the opening in the middle of my bra." Megan said, stuffing a spoonful of salad into her mouth.
Robert was listening with great interest, and seeing his wife eat a spoonful, he wanted some too, but after just one bite, he found it tasteless.
"Seeing my seductive look, he unhesitatingly unzipped his pants and pulled out his already erect penis. I was going to suck on his penis, but before I could even get up, he pounced on me, spread my legs, and his thick, hard penis immediately pressed against my labia. I was half-lying, half-sitting, watching helplessly as his huge cock, like a giant club, pierced through my open panties and entered my vagina. My vagina was so wet that there was no resistance when he entered; it was very smooth. He grabbed my knees, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and then began to thrust fiercely." "He He fucked me relentlessly, really relentlessly, without any regard for my feelings, regardless of whether I could endure his brutal rape. However, I was indeed very excited, enjoying a very stimulating pleasure during his brutal rape, and I reached my own orgasm at the same time he ejaculated. Afterwards, he told me to stay still, and he took many photos of me from various angles, some of which were close-ups of my vagina with his semen flowing out. However, I only sent you one of those photos.” “So, what happened next?” Robert asked eagerly, forgetting to eat.
"We threw on some clothes and sped to the hotel. In his room, we had another crazy session, and then he let me go back to my room to call you." "Oh my God! That was so exciting!" Robert whispered to his wife, "Let's stop eating and get home quickly, I want to fuck you to death right now!" "I totally agree!" Megan said, turning her head and calling, "Waiter, the bill!" ********** The couple practically flew out of the restaurant and jumped into their car. Robert immediately started the car and drove straight to a park not far from the restaurant. He knew there were hardly any people there at night, and he couldn't wait to drive home. Luckily, there was no traffic, and no traffic police caught them speeding. The couple arrived at the park smoothly and quickly.
The park was large and quiet. Robert drove deep into the park and found a very secluded spot. Before her husband could turn off the engine, Megan had already climbed over and straddled his lap. Robert reclined the driver's seat, making room for Megan to lift her skirt, and then took off his own shirt.
Grabbing his wife's exposed breasts, Robert greedily kissed and sucked on each nipple, alternating between them. He felt as if he were tasting the semen stuck to her nipples, the pungent smell filling his nostrils.
"Ugh...so good, suck my nipples harder!" Megan couldn't help but cry out. "Lick all the semen off your nipples, good, lick them hard!" She could feel her husband's hard penis pressing against her vulva through his pants and her underwear, and she couldn't help but moan as she rubbed her body against his penis, simultaneously enjoying the stimulation of him sucking her nipples. She reached out and unzipped her husband's pants, releasing his hard penis, then pulled her underwear aside and sucked the hard shaft into her body.
"Oh, that's great! Your cock is filling me up so much!" Megan said, starting to move up and down. "Can you feel how much I want you? Can you feel how wet I am?" Of course, Robert could feel the wetness and heat inside his wife's vagina, giving his penis a wonderful sensation. As his wife moved up and down, he pulled her bra off her shoulders, kneading her beautiful, irresistible breasts while continuing to suckle her nipples, which were still sticky with the scent of a stranger's semen. In this desolate jungle, in the pitch-black darkness, the couple fully enjoyed the stimulation and pleasure they were experiencing from each other, their breaths and moans echoing in the car.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh oh oh oh, I'm coming!..." Megan's body trembled violently, her vagina gripping her husband's penis tightly.
Robert continued to suckle his wife's nipples, waiting for her to slowly calm down from her wild sexual climax.
Then they switched places. Megan lay down on the reclined car seat, while Robert straddled his wife, clumsily pulling down his pants and thrusting his hard penis into her still-contracting vagina, pumping hard.
"Oh! Yes, yes! Fuck my cunt! Harder! Harder!" Megan screamed, no longer caring if anyone could hear. Her only interest now was to have more orgasms, to have her husband ejaculate more semen to fill her empty vagina. Each thrust from her husband amplified her moans.
Although Robert had already ejaculated once after picking his wife up from the airport, he felt the urge to ejaculate again. He yelled, "Ahhh, I'm going to cum!" Megan clearly felt his penis swell inside her vagina, and the thrusting became faster and faster. She encouraged her husband loudly, "Come on, cum, cum all over me, fill me up, get me pregnant, soak my panties with your semen!" As she spoke, she vigorously rubbed her clitoris with her fingers, hoping to reach orgasm with her husband.
"Ahhhhh!..." With a loud groan, Robert thrust his penis deep into his wife's vagina, pumping his body and ejaculating a large amount of semen into her body. All his senses were focused on his penis, and a pleasurable orgasm coursed through his entire body. In the torrent of her husband's semen, Megan also quickly reached orgasm again. The muscles in her vagina spasmed intensely, tightly gripping his penis, as if trying to drain him completely.
Having finally recovered from the climax of their sexual ecstasy, the couple quickly tidied themselves up and drove away from the park. They didn't want to be caught engaging in promiscuous behavior in public; they might even be taken to the police station, which would be a tragic turn of events. On the way home, Megan fell asleep contentedly, her body soaked in her husband's semen and her own vaginal fluids.
Back home, the two continued their intimacy in bed, finally falling asleep peacefully in a 69 position, kissing each other's genitals. Megan's mouth held her husband's latest ejaculation, while Robert licked the mixture of his wife's vaginal fluids and his own semen. Even in their dreams, they were still savoring the blissful moment of their climax.

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