It’s 2:30 a.m. I’m awakened by the sound of a car pulling into my driveway and the flash of its headlights through the bedroom window.

The lights go out. There’s silence. After a few moments and not hearing the sound of a car door opening or closing, I lie still, but anxiously awaiting the next noise from the driveway. I don’t get up to investigate because I’m almost sure that it’s my wife returning home.

Almost 20 minutes later, I hear the familiar opening and closing of a car door and a few moments later, the sound of a key in the front door. Almost simultaneously, I hear the car start up and once again see the flash of light by the window as the auto leaves the driveway.

I hear the muted footsteps approaching our bedroom. I turn on a bedside lamp. My wife enters the room carrying her high heels in one hand and her coat and some other garments in her other.

“Hi, honey,” I greet her in a low tone of voice, so as not to awaken the baby or our other two kids.

She gently places her heels on the floor and throws the other apparel she’s carrying in a nearby chair. I make out that beside her coat, the bundle she was carrying also included her camisole, panties, and nylons. Things she was wearing when she left home earlier in the evening.

She waves instead of replying to my greeting. She hurriedly comes over to my side of the bed. She has a smile on her face. In the dim light, I see her lips are puckered. Having seen her this way before, I know she wants a kiss.

We kiss passionately. In an instant, I feel her transferring the creamy fluids from her mouth to mine. Knowing what she desires, I don’t resist but let my mouth fill with what is almost assuredly a load of semen freshly collected from the dick of the man who brought her home.

As we break the kiss, for a brief moment, there are a couple of lingering ropey, slimy strands between our mouths.

“Hi darling, I just had to share some of Steve’s cum with you. He was nice enough to let me blow him in the driveway so I could bring it to you while it was still hot. He likes the idea that I share so much with you.”

I say nothing in reply to her humiliating comment, but only watch as she undresses. Even in the dim light cast by the small bedside lamp, the reddish outlines of big handprints are clearly discernible on her shapely hourglass body, especially her ass, breasts, and back.

“He and his two buddies, Leo and Wes, who we met later in the evening, also told me how lucky I am to have a husband that loves to share my experiences. They both said it really pleased them to know that you’d be tasting their leftover jism in my pussy when you suck it for me tonight.”

“Rita, I wish you wouldn’t tell perfect strangers I do that for you. You know I do it because I love you so and as part of the therapy.”

“Reginald darling, you can’t blame me for being so much in love and so proud of the love of my husband that I want all the men that fuck me to know how wonderful you are to me.” My wife says as she slips in bed beside me and cuddles up close. We wrap our arms around each other.

It is at this moment when my beautiful, shapely wife is back in my arms that I can at last enjoy her soft, supple bodily charms. Even though she’s used, with both her mouth and cunt coated with other men’s sperm, I still feel that all the marriage counseling and therapy we’ve been through was worthwhile and has paid off.

No longer do I feel the pang of worry that I can’t hold onto her or that she will leave me for somebody who is better endowed than I. You just don’t know how comforting that is.

“Oh Reggie darling, you’re so good to come home too after I’ve been so thoroughly fucked. Here, feel my pussy darling. Feel how slick and puffy it is.”

I let my wife guide my hand to her still very warm, but very damp cunt. More accurately, it was still slimy. Even so, it was still good to have the opportunity to touch and caress her even in the condition she’s in. Her swollen labia are very pronounced.

“Your hands feel so good because you’re so gentle after the rough, manly way they do it to me. The guys really did work me hard tonight in getting rid of their stiff dicks. They really had me dripping there for a while. I wished you could’ve been there to take care of that for us. However, I know you had to babysit the kids tonight. By the way, did Stephanie give you much trouble tonight?” My wife was asking about our newest family addition, our 10-month-old daughter, whose biological father is the same man whose semen my wife shared with me earlier.

I answer my wife’s question as well as give her a verbal rundown of my evening in the role of cook, nanny, and maid. All the while doing so, I let my hands roam over her body, enjoying the pleasure that others had earlier in the evening.

As I give her my verbal report, I anxiously capture one of her nipples; it’s still somewhat erect, and I suckle it eagerly like a baby. Even though her tit has a dried substance splattered over it, which I’m certain is dried semen, it’s still delightful for me to have its softness in my mouth. As my wife moans due to my caresses, I move to the other tit and suckle it for a long while.

“Now, Reggie, darling, give me what I really need. Let me have your mouth on my pussy. Here, lie back, dear; I want to ride your mouth tonight.” She says with a sense of urgency in her voice.

I flip over face up, like I’ve done so many times before, and await the wet contact of her moist, syrupy, jism-coated, and gamy cunt to cover my face.

“OH yes! Give me your tongue, darling. Show me you love me!”

Before I get to work, I warn her not to make too much noise, which might wake the kids, especially the baby.

“Okay, okay, but get busy sucking my pussy, I need you, honey. I want to feel you sucking the juice out of my muff.”

My wife slowly rotates and scrubs my face with her hairy, slightly squishy snatch. I can tell she’s enjoying herself as I supply the tongue power for her happiness.

Finally, I get her off with my lips and tongue and sucking action. I hear her mute the cries of pleasure from the umpteenth orgasm she’s had tonight. As she slumps in the bed, totally exhausted from an evening of intense sex, I feel very good because I gave her the final come of the night.

“That was so delightful as usual, darling. I’m totally wiped out. You always do that to me when we make love, sweetie. You’re so good for me. Goodnight, honey.” She said so sensuously. Time she rolled over, she was asleep.

I grabbed a tissue and slowly wiped the drying fuck and pussy juices from my face. I also sipped a drink from the bedside table, which I’d intentionally placed there upon going to bed.

As I lay back trying to get back to sleep since I have to go to work in a few hours, I’m fighting the erection I have. It’s aching and palpitating and not contributing to me getting back to sleep easily.

However, I know I have to endure this condition for the good of our marriage.

Again, as I try to fall back to sleep, I think back to the way it was before we took the therapy that saved our marriage and enabled me to not have the worry of having a wife that was not pleased at my sexual capabilities as a husband.

It all started about six months after we were married. It was then that I first noticed that my wife was making frequent comments about my sexual equipment and the fact that it was taking me longer to get her off. I found it difficult to last longer than the four minutes in her hot, juicy cunt. It seemed that even with my mouth action, that is after my four minutes of humping glory, she still wanted more.

Our seemingly perfect marriage was becoming stranded because of my sexual inadequacies.

Rita was not a virgin before we married; however, she wanted us to save ourselves for each other until our wedding night.

I was a bit puzzled by this, but she insisted on not letting me have some until we were wed. However, after I put a ring on her hand and we became engaged, she did let me go down on her delectable pussy. I became hooked from the first time I slipped my tongue in her warm, wet gash.

Even though I’d had sex with a girl before, for all practical purposes, I was a virgin. You see, just as I was about to put it in the teenage girl I was about to get some from, I lost my load. The sight of her bush and tits forming that lovely triangular sight as you look up toward her tits and cunt was just too much for me.

My date laughed at me. She was rather experienced for 16. But to save the night for both of us, and now I think back on things, it probably was more for her benefit, she guided my head to her warm pussy and had me lick her to an orgasm. Even though I ended up licking up a bit of my cum that sprayed on her bush, eating her juicy, warm cunt was not a bad experience. However, that was my first and last serious sexual experience until meeting Rita.

Rita and I have been through 3 trial separations. Each time, we reconciled and got back together. I’ve always sweated if I could win her back each time. I did. Even though each time she came back home, she was pregnant by one of her old boyfriends, I still welcomed her back with open arms. The last separation was almost 18 months ago. She returned inseminated with our baby daughter, Stephanie.

The only good thing about these trial separations is that they tend to only last a few months. I’m always glad that my wife comes back home to me, even if she’s pregnant and wants to have the other man’s baby.

Fearing it would cause her to become upset or, at worst, leave again, I generally say very little except ask what decor she desires for the baby’s room. The three children we have were all added to our family in this manner. They are each about 18 months apart in age. Based on this information, when our youngest daughter reached about nine months, I was fearful that Rita would get the urge to go through another trial separation, as this fit the pattern over the last few years. I wanted to prevent this if at all possible.