Wife gets sick with an unusual virus [MF] [MFF] [gag-spit] [uncontrollable horniness] [impreg]

Is she really doing this? She hasn’t done this to me since we moved in together in college.

Her head of blonde hair bobbed up and down, thick sounds of slippery saliva already covering my cock. She hasn’t done this in years, and in fact we had a fight last night after she went out with friends instead of watching our son Jake and our daughter Emily.

So why now? Is it an apology? I want to know why but, that can wait until after she’s finished me. Her back and her ass reflect pale morning light, quickly moving up and down, back and forth, she was deep-throating – something she had only done once, and hated it. She was fucking her own mouth with my cock.

It was like we had just gotten together again. Better than that, as I was quickly moaning. I grabbed her head and bucked into her throat, I could feel her gagging but she didn’t even resist; she kept her lips sunk to the bottom of the shaft, copious spit leaking from where they met. I bucked as hard as I could into her hot throat – I came hard in spurts that she swallowed without hesitation, I felt her sucking and milking it from me, a level of obedience and eagerness she had never shown to me.

“That was some apology.” I said, after recovering my breathing. She slowly lifted her head into the air, sitting back on the bed with saliva running down her breasts, the messy look of her hair and mouth was enough to turn me on again.

She looked at me with some amount of indifference, just as it had been for the last month or so. She went to her phone and started to play with it, and with herself, eagerly fingering herself. She turned away from me reluctantly, I could sense she wanted me to help her out, but was convinced I wouldn’t.

Somehow despite always needed a nap after finishing for several years of marriage, I managed to position myself somewhat hard between her thighs. She lay on her side – looking up from her LCD eye-candy with a look of desire. It was brighter in the room now, the saliva left on my cock and all over her mouth glissened and lubricated us together. She moaned as I thrusted in, and could fuck her hard and fast with no risk of cumming too fast. She moaned with no regard for our son sleeping across the hall, she shouted at me vulgar pleas to satisfy her, and trying to make me fuck even harder.

It was at this point I remembered she didn’t use birth control anymore, and usually would remind me and least twice to put on a condom. She loved me, but motherhood has never been for her, but her cares had melted away, buried much deeper inside her than I could reach. I still wondered why, why? But everything was awash with lust, thoughts concerning quickly vanished with each thrust.

It was difficult to work up the heat inside me, she moans and convulsed over the bed, almost screaming with pleasure. With each thrust her thick juices would splash away, droplets flying through the air and running down our thighs. As I looked up at her, I could swear that she was still drooling out of the corners of her moaning mouth.

Finially she orgasmed, shaking the bed and convulsing around me, holding my hands tight as she rode the waves of orgasm. I pulled out, feeling that I could not finish.

At this point I had to fall back asleep in my exhaustion. She cuddled into my chest as we heavily breathed and relaxed into slumber, completely spent, or so it would seem.

I get a call suddenly, the mid-day light shining. It was hard for me to get used to not having a job, watching the kids while the wife works. Its cozy, and the kids are everything. But its boring, so a call at this time of day is welcomed.

On the phone is Karen, a friend and coworker to my wife. Her breathing is rapid, concerned but also calm.

“Hey john, I was just calling to let you know that Jane is acting a bit strange.” Her voice said, she seemed to be shuddering somewhat.

“Is she okay?” I asked.

“I think so yeah… but she is acting really weird and I think you should come pick her up. By the way she is acting, I think she could really *use you* right now. Can you please do that?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there in a bit.” I said, quickly getting my keys and putting something on.

“Okay. I have her sitting in the employee lounge.”

Karen was outside to greet me. She adjusted her long black hair as I arrived, she always made me question how loyal I really was to my Wife with hips and thighs like hers.

She led me into the small store, down to the employee lounge. The door to room filled with vending machines had a glass window, through which both me and Karen spotted my Wife, hand in her pants, masturbating to her hearts content. Jane quickly moved away from the window with a red face.

“She didn’t…” I whispered. “She wasn’t doing this while working the register was she?”

“No uhm, this is really embarrassing and I don’t wanna tell you but I should. We were just joking around while there wasn’t any customers, she started joking about my tits. We were just laughing until she started playing with them… and then she kissed me.” She said, her face somehow getting even more red. At the same time, she kept staring at me, flicking her hair and even adjusted her bra when she thought I wouldn’t notice.

As we whispered, Jane’s moans erupted from the next room, where on top of the table she furiously rubbed herself to orgasm, her hips bucking into her hand. She pulled her hand out from her jeans, she vigorously licked her fingers clean, only to reach into her shirt and play with her own breasts.

I turned to Karen, but Karen wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were glued to my crotch, where my hard on was showing. I more or less didn’t care given the situation. But her stare, it was nearly unbreakable.

“Hey so, she seems to be ‘under the weather’ for a lack of a better term.”

“You both seem to be.” She immediately covered her own mouth after saying that. “I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Its fine. I’m gonna go and talk to her for a moment and see if I can’t get her to come with me.”

“I’d like to *come* with you…” she muttered, turning away quickly towards the bathroom and covering her mouth, hoping I hadn’t heard.

“Yikes.” I muttered outloud. I opened the door to find Jane now mostly naked, her hand buried in her soaked panties.

“Hun?” I asked. She quickly turned towards me, smiling and biting her lip,

“Come here…” she groaned.

Standing between her legs, I tried to reason with her. I handed her the shirt she had thrown off, but she ignored it, and kept pleasuring herself no matter what. I yelled, but it only seemed to fuel her fire. Finally I knew what I would have to do.

I wrapped my hands around her throat, she looked at me with wide eyes. I had always wanted to do this.

“You want Daddy to satisfy you, don’t you?” I whispered, with a gaze into her eyes.

“Yesssssss!” She said, slowly nodding, biting her lip.

“Well, than put your clothes on, and Daddy will make sure you are well-punished and taught a lesson once we are home.” I said. I had never felt more alive.

She quickly pulled up her jeans and her shirt, grabbing her things. We opened the door out to the basement hallway, but standing between us and the staircase was Karen. Her black panties, pantyhose, and bra being the only thing she was wearing, as her hands played with her tits and reached into her panties.

“Please. Please take me, right here, I need it. Please…please!” Karen whispered.

I could feel the sanity leaving the room, the need in the air. My wife looked at me with a submissive, pleading face, shaking in place. Karen’s face was still red, she was awkward, stammering. She couldn’t believe what she was doing.

It was weird being so angry and turned on. But it only took one second for me to make my decision. I pointed towards the bathroom, looking to each of them in turn. My wife and her best friend, walking in front of me towards the girl’s bathroom. They rushed in and locked the door, and planted themselves on their knees, eager. They shook in place from excitement, kissing each other, almost forgetting I’m here as they got lost in each other’s lips.

I checked to make sure no one was in here already, since apparently I’m the only one with any sanity today. No one here but me, and two desperately horny women. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I was a new man in that moment. I played with them, squeezing their throats, teasing them with my fingers, they sucked and opened their mouths for me. Both stripped themselves down till topless, and played with each other’s tits while I struggled to remove my massive hard on from my jeans.

They planted themselves almost instantly – each thrusted their open mouths at my cock, but my Wife beat Karen to it. She instead moved down to suck on my balls. Neither seemed to be at all hesistant, they were eager and drooling over it, quickly making a mess of themselves. My wife’s mouth somehow seemed to be overflowing with spit, and she deepthroated me down. She almost seemed to enjoy the gagging. I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her down farther and faster, her spit dripping and dropping onto Karen’s face. Karen sat there and seemed to forget everything; stunned at my Wife’s performance and my roughness.

It was reluctantly that I pulled my Wife off my cock and pulled Karen into position. She looked up at me fearfully.

I was going to take it slow on her, but my wife took hold of her head and rammed in onto my cock. I slipped into her mouth, and felt her whole body convulse and gag. My wife forced her all the way down, and tears swelled in her eyes.

My wife released her, just to watch her reaction, her make-up running.

She looked at her, at me, and shook as she opened her mouth, submitting for more. My wife thrusted her back onto me, this time working her all the way down, until she was taking every inch at once. Jane was relentless, she forced her to gag, wouldn’t even just let her hold still, instead making the head of my cock rub and violate her constantly.

Finially showing mercy, my wife pulled her up again, but slammed her back down. Jane resisted, tried to pull off for more air, but was forced back down to the base again. I heard dripping, then a hard stream unto the floor, as Karen pissed herself from the stress, panties soaked and face red from embarrassment. Her makeup ran down her face in several streaks, drooling and groaning. Jane released her, but even in absence of being forced, she still sucked up and down, too horny to quit.

Karen’s hips couldn’t stop moving as she sucked. My wife continued to surprise me, laying on the floor and positioning herself below Karen, pulling her panties to the side and fingering and licking her.

Karen finially looked up at me, tears running.

“Fuck me Daddy, pleeeease!” She groaned. I pulled her up off of Jane, and placed her on the counter, letting me stand and position myself. She was wet as could be, my wife kissed her neck as I slid in. I tried to take it slow, I felt so turned out every thrust seemed to get me almost there. It didn’t help that the two of them were kissing right in front of me, strands of drool hanging from their chins.

“I want him to cum inside…” she moaned at my wife.

My wife gave me the look. There was no helping it. I kissed both of their sloppy mouths, and held on for dear life as I orgasmed inside of her, filling her up inside and likely impregnating her. They looked at me while I was recovering, my wife hoping I could keep going, but it was clear in the pain and soreness I felt that I was done for the day.

The car ride back home was awkward. Karen of course came with us, I was in no state to argue with my wife. Both refused to put on clothes.

“Hun?” I said while driving, talking to my wife who rubbed herself in the passenger seat next to me.

“Yeah?” She moaned.

“What do you remember doing last night, before you went to bed?”

“Uhh, I got back from that party. I was grinding on a chick and she was really hot. I wonder what happened to her, I-”

“What happened after you got home, hun?”

“Well, I messed with my phone. John was already in bed, so I tried to tuck Emily into bed but she said ‘if I’m old enough to legally leave, I’m too old to be tucked in Mom.’ So I just gave her a kiss goodnight and went to bed.”

“You gave her a kiss goodnight?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Jane said. I was silent for a moment.

“Oh no…” I muttered to myself.

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