Wife faces her debt Part 1

Harry and Erin had been married for 4 years. Harry was a promising young mechanical engineer who specialised in rebirthing old buildings around the Boston area. He was famous for his eye to detail, often recalling obscure building regulations, how many tonnes a rafter could hold, or the width of a steel girder needed down to the 16th of an inch.

Erin on the other hand had never found steady work, but had a wonderful eye for classy women’s fashion. When they had married she had plans to open her own local boutique, but setting up the house, the pandemic, and life in general had really gotten in the way. Four years later, now 33 years old, Erin was stuck at home and unsure whether to give up on her dream and have kids or make a renewed effort. This lack of progress left her feeling listless.

Erin was brought up in a conservative Irish Catholic family. She was by no means repressed, but believed bodies were not for showing off, and that sex was mainly for conceiving children. With long, curly, almost frizzy red hair and pale white skin, Erin didn’t need to tell people of her Irish background, it was obvious. Standing at 5 foot 8, Erin was of a medium build. She loved to wear loose flowing dresses, typically high cut. Bodies are not for showing off you see, and Erin had curves that she felt needed covering up. Her breasts, hovering between a D and DD, were big enough to be almost out of proportion to the rest of her slender frame, and her perky butt was certainly something that shouldn’t ever be put in tight shorts. While she wore a thong on her wedding night, she otherwise always wore a supportive white bra and full briefs. Erin was careful to stop her long nipples making an appearance, something that would be shameful to her. Her thick shock of red pubic curls had never had anything more than the tiniest of trims to keep them inside the tighty whities.

Their sex life, which had never gotten past a few ‘oops we shouldn’t have done that’ moments in the back seat of the car really blossomed after marriage. Most nights after dinner Erin would be ready and waiting. Harry had a big cock, not that Erin had much to compare to, and she loved that feeling of being full. As his semen would unload inside her she thought of all the children that would no doubt soon follow.

Harry was by no means adventurous with his tastes, but he was positively wild compared to Erin. Erin liked sex as much as the next person but just had it drummed into her that penises are for putting in vaginas, and semen is for making babies. Anything that veered off this track just seemed weird to her. Harry had had his fair share of wild nights in his early 20s but seemed happy to put those behind him now that he was with Erin. He couldn’t remember her ever blowing him, handjobs had never been more than a couple of tugs as she guided him in to her pussy, and anal was so far off the menu it wasn’t funny.

There was just one thing. One night, a month into their marriage or so, they were in their usual missionary position and Harry was very close to cumming. In the rough and tumble his cock clipped out of Erin’s bright red snatch just as he came and thick ropes of jizz shot all over Erin’s face. She was stunned by the power and shocked by how much there was. What happened next would change their marriage. Harry, sitting there in a mixture of bliss and embarrassment, was about to start off with a big apology when Erin launched into an earth shattering orgasm. The cum on her face felt so wrong and she felt used and dirty, but this only served to turn her on. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her reaction, and hardly slept a wink that night. The next morning as Erin was getting dressed Harry walked into the bedroom with his cock in his hand.

“You seemed to really like it when I got it on your face last night. Let’s try it again.” he said.

“That was really weird, I don’t know what happened. Put your dick away.” Erin said firmly. She was confused and making it clear she wasn’t going to be letting that happen again.

This only made Harry harder. He continued to stroke his cock while Erin did her best to ignore it, unsure of what was happening. She turned away from him, still in just her bra and panties, to look for a set of stockings. As she swivelled back to start putting them on, there was Harry with his cock at point blank range from her eyes.

“I decide what happens with my dick and I’m going to cum on you!!” he said in a throaty, almost frenzied voice.

Before Erin could react, a torrent of jizz landed in her eyes, dripping off her nose, running down her chin – it was everywhere. She’d never seen Harry like this. He really seemed to get off on that element of control.

“You fucking bastard!” she screamed at him and retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

One look in the mirror revealed a damp towel wasn’t going to cut it. It was in her hair, quite a big deal when you’ve got long red curls. Furious, she stripped off and restarted her morning routine in the shower. She was angry at her weird husband and confused about what had just happened, but in the shower she noticed her pussy was sopping wet. It stayed that way all day. She was ravenous for the usual serve of missionary that night.

From then on a good blast to the face became part of their sexual menu. Erin preferred it at the end of some regular intercourse, whereas Harry liked to be in charge.

On one memorable occasion Harry snuck home from work during his lunch break. Erin was on the couch watching daytime TV. He walked in and unzipped, never saying a word. A minute later Erin had to pry her eyes open through all the jizz, by which time Harry was back in the car and headed to the office. She left the cum on her face for the next 15 minutes until her show ended before showering. Erin noticed her full white cotton briefs were soaked through when she stripped off.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u72wl9/wife_faces_her_debt_part_1