Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 06:41:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne
Subject: Squirter 2

Squirter 2 by Lynne Bruton

Sam came home the following weekend after his long haul and naturally we
spent most of the time in bed. Although I enjoyed the feel of Sylvie's
body, I still took great pleasure in Sam's cock, and what he could do with
it. He still didn't know how to make me cum with it, but I figured I'd show
him what I'd learned.

About an hour after he'd arrived, we'd slipped upstairs after a few beers
at lunchtime, and stripped off. He'd really caught the sun while he'd been
on the road, and it was obvious he'd done some nude sunbathing - there
wasn't a white mark to be seen. I sucked him like I always did, taking him
all the way down into my throat - something I'd learned to do over the
years of our marriage, without gagging - making him squirm and twist on the
bed, with him calling me names and grabbing my hair while I milked him
deep, until he pulled me round level with him. He never really liked going
down on me, which was something that really used to piss me off, like it
was dirty or something. So what else did he use his cock for for fuck's
sake? It was hard to come to terms with the fact that all Sam needed was a
place to park his cock - in my ass.

My cunt didn't even get a look in sometimes these days. But now I'd
discovered my very own muncher, in the muscular shape of Sylvie, so I
didn't really need Sam to pleasure me any more than he was comfortable
with.

I teased him until I knew he couldn't last much longer, then rode him, with
my back towards him, while I worked furiously on my own clit, hand plunged
deep inside me while I rose and fell on the big cock. He was used to my
hand working on myself, as that was usually the way I made myself cum, but
this time I was going for the big finale.

He was getting mighty near his climax and was pumping my ass good and hard,
so I timed it right at the moment he came...and then leaned right back
against him as I let go. I shrieked as he filled me, and then a fine spray
of my own cum shot from my cunt high into the air to spatter down onto us
both. He stopped almost immediately, and his cock flopped out, sending
spurts of cum over the bed while he rolled me off him.
    "What the fuck was that?" he yelled. "Did you just piss?"
    "No," I cried out, my voice shaking real bad with the after-shock, "It
was my cum!"
    "Don't talk stupid, Lianne!"  He wiped his hands over the juice that
ran down his chest, sniffed his fingers, and then he stood up, his face all
red and angry. He paced up and down beside the bed, looking real stupid
with wads of cum spurting from his cock.
     "Women don't cum!" he yelled at me. "Leastways not like that, they
don't!"

I realised with a jolt that there was no way this man was ever going to
believe me - that after all the time we'd been married, I'd learned to cum
in a violent spray. He really thought I'd pissed myself. It was stupid of
me to even imagine that he'd be thrilled at this new discovery about my
body.  I slumped, kneeling on the bed, as he huffed and puffed and gathered
up his clothes.
    "You've changed, Lianne," he muttered harshly. "You've let yourself go
while I've been on the road."
    "Honey, please listen...." I began, wearily.
    "Just don't say a fuckin' word. OK? Not a fuckin' word!"

I watched him dress, and said nothing more, and then he picked up his bag
and shoved his clothes back inside.
    "I was goin' to go later, but I can't take this."  He stood by the
door, his hands clasping the bag in front of him. "I'll find a hotel, and
move on tomorrow."  I slid from the bed and held my arms out to try to hug
him, but he didn't want to know.
    "I need time to think about this," he said, giving me a hard
stare. "Trying to pass off your piss as cum. You must think I'm real dumb!"

If only you knew just how dumb, I thought, as I watched him leave. I gazed
from the window as he climbed into the cab of his 8-wheeler. His
co-driver's black arm rested on the open window, and I suddenly thought:
Sam never even told me who his co-driver was. I lay on the bed and listened
to that familiar big old diesel gunning away from the house until there was
just silence and birdsong.

I rolled over and pressed my belly into the rumpled bedclothes where we'd
just made love, and now you'd have thought I'd shat on his meal. Obviously
in Sam's world women didn't do that sort of thing, and now my eyes stung
with tears.

What a cunt I was.

I phoned Sylvie, but just got her voice-mail, so I left a brief,
un-detailed message about the afternoon. For some reason I still felt
horny. Here I was with the likelihood that my husband had left me, and my
cunt ached for his cock. I stroked it idly while I gazed up at the ceiling
feeling sorry for myself and mentally kicking myself for having tried to
show him my latest stupid trick.  And I kept on thinking back to who his
co-driver might be. I'd known most of them, and there had never been a
black one. Not that Sam was prejudiced, it just hadn't happened.

Not prejudiced against coloured people, just against wives who learned new
things in bed.

I stroked myself harder and harder - though not in an attempt to squirt
again - and shivered into an orgasm that raised a light sweat, and just
about satisfied me for the moment. I rang a couple of girl-friends and we
arranged to meet the next day for some drinks - girls I had known for many
years, and certainly not in the way Sylvie and I had come to know each
other...

I fell asleep and woke up with shadows on the ceiling, and then realised
I'd slept for about four hours, and then the memory of Sam's parting rolled
back over me like a cold ocean wave. I had to get out from inside these
four walls so I could breathe, and I needed a drink. Real bad.

In many states of the union, women aren't allowed in bars on their own -
the law is intended to discourage prostitution - but luckily in the town
where I lived, they were more relaxed, so I slapped on some makeup and
changed into a sweater and skirt and drove down to The Hollow. Sam and I
had been there once or twice, but it wasn't anywhere I'd be known. Having
my husband walk out was one thing, broadcasting it to my neighbors was
something else. I'd have a couple of drinks and wander back, before the law
came out in force to monitor drunk drivers.

Gentle country music was playing low on the jukebox as I entered, and I
gave a quick look round to see if there was anyone I knew on board. Hardly
anybody was in there anyway, and those present were unknown to me. I sat in
a side booth and ordered a beer from the waiter, and then looked
around. Mercifully the lights in the bar were low, so I could sit here for
a while and if I wanted to cry I could do it into one of the napkins
stacked in a square container at the end of the booth.

I'd been there about an hour, quietly thinking to myself and making notes
on a napkin in case Sam decided to divorce me - memories of how he'd
treated me over the years. It wouldn't make him out to be a monster, but it
hadn't all been plain sailing - including the sex. I looked up as a big guy
emerged from the men's room, and joined a pal who had been seated in a
booth that I'd only just noticed. As he sat down, his pal said something
quietly to him and they both turned to look my way. They had what I'd call
'nice' faces - not gay or anything, but the kind of faces you hoped your
kids might have, and then I tried to age them - say 30 or so each. I was
older and today I felt it.

One of them, the pal who'd been seated, raised his glass in a toast, and
instinctively I raised mine to him. The other pointed to my booth, and then
pointed to him and his pal asking if they could join me. For some reason I
nodded, then my mind was consumed with doubt.

What had I done?

I'd invited two total strangers to my booth to join me for a drink, and now
they had risen and were walking over to where I sat. They were very
well-built, broader in the shoulders than Sam, and their faces were clear
and open.

That made them trustworthy?

There was room on one side of me for one of them, so I slid along to make
room for the other one.

    "Gary," said the one on my right, holding out a sun-browned hand. I
introduced myself, and then the other on my left told me his name was
Mel. We all toasted each other, and then Gary waved to the waiter to bring
three more beers. They were chatty and friendly and Mel had a habit of
gazing deeply into my eyes whenever he spoke, which was slightly unnerving,
as it sort of made my thighs damp. Gary appeared to be the older, and we
all three settled into a conversational session, fueled by more beers.

They worked for a local lumber firm, and this was their afternoon off.
    "So you figured you'd spend it drinking and chatting up old ladies," I
joked, then realised how crass that sounded, and apologised, realising I
was probably slightly drunk.
    "You sure don't look like an old lady to us, Lianne!" Gary protested
and Mel joined in.  "Besides you're more fun that some of those giggly
girls!"  I laughed.
    'Fun," I said. "I remember fun."

    "You look like you're coming down from something unhappy," murmured
Gary. "Want to talk about it?"  I shook my head.
    "Sure?"  I thought for a moment.
    "My soon-to-be ex-husband and I have had a difference of opinion on
something." I announced as quietly as I could.
    "Bedroom stuff or finance?"asked Mel.  Gary glared at Mel.
    "All I'm saying," protested Mel. "Is I can handle bedroom stuff, but
finance fucks me up!"
    "I bet you two treat your girls OK in the bedroom, huh?" I asked. "You
know how to behave...how to make them feel.....special?"
    "If it feels good - to you both," said Mel. "Then you do it." His eyes
were locked to mine, and a thin trickle of something run down between my
thighs.
    "How say you?" I turned to Gary, who was quietly looking at me, and I
obviously startled him. "Do you make them happy in bed?"
    "Are you happy in bed?" he asked. Suddenly it was quiet, and we all
three sat there, staring at our glasses, not knowing quite what to say.

    "I think we ought to get you home," said Gary.
    "It's OK, my car's outside," I murmured.
    "There's no way you're driving home, Lianne!" he announced.
    "As a matter of fact," I picked up my glass and drained it. "I really
don't want to go to my home right now."
    "Then come back with us and I'll fetch your car later."  I looked at
Gary as he said it, then at Mel.
    "The snag is, I feel horny," I heard myself say.  Gary smiled a warm
smile and my heart melted.
    "I don't think you're the only one here who feels that way right now,
Lianne," He said quietly, brushing his lips against the side of my face,
and that thin trickle between my thighs became a stream. Thank God I'd
decided to wear panties and not go commando like I usually did.

An hour later, the three of us were stripped and on a double bed back at
their apartment, with Gary's cock as far down my throat as possible, while
Mel was licking my cunt like an expert. I kept my eyes closed most of the
time, dreading that if I opened them this would have been a dream, and I
needed this release. These two guys were being kind and, like Blanche
DuBois, I was relying 'on the kindness of strangers'. Gary had a
beautifully shaped cock, long, uncut and thick and I worshipped its shape
and power, taking it in until my lips were down there, spread wide across
his balls. And all the time I sucked him he stroked me, running his hand
over me, and finding trigger spots that made me squirm with pleasure. I was
becoming anxious though, that I'd squirt, and they'd treat it the same way
Sam did - though I figured these guys were a little brighter in the sex
department. I raised my lips from Gary, leaving a trail of pre-cum drooling
down the side of his cock, and looked up as I ran my fingers up and down
it. He was well on his way, so I dipped my head again, and held my lips
tight round the shaft as I licked and stroked him.

I was just in time. He shifted and squirmed against my mouth as he filled
it, while he lightly held my head there, not to trap me, but simply to
acknowledge what my lips had done to him. He pumped and pumped, gasping and
sighing until it slowly faded, and I slid up the shaft, lips firmly pressed
together as I left his cockhead, with a thin strand of cum linking my lips
to him. I opened my mouth and he leaned forward to kiss me, so we could
pass it between us, slowly and gently until it was swallowed.

And now Mel's tongue was coming into its own, and I pulled his head to me,
holding him as he worked his tongue over the folds and crevices of my cunt,
until I couldn't hold back any longer, and as he rolled his tongue up under
my clit, a spray of cum left me, making me shudder and writhe against the
two boys.
    "Wow!" yelled Mel. "Did you fuckin' see that!"
    "I'm sorry,' I moaned, as I squirmed against Gary's brown skin, thighs
wide and jerking, while yet another spray left me.
    "No way you're sorry, Lianne!" Mel cried out, "That was fuckin' ace!"
    "He's been looking for someone who could do that for as long I've known
him," sighed Gary from above me, as he stroked my tits and belly.
    "That was so fuckin' awesome, Lianne!" Mel spoke in between licks and
laps as he tried to gather up the cum that had blasted him. Then he knelt
and fucked me, hard - his beautiful body pumping into me and making my
thighs jiggle until the hot jet of his cum jolted me, making me gasp, mouth
open wide, and eyes staring.

We spent the rest of the evening fucking and sucking and running through a
whole list of things I had missed out on with Sam - getting my ass reamed
was nothing new, but I actually got my cunt fucked until I could take no
more, and then they both took it turns to eat me out like a whore. I'd
always wanted to feel like that. I'd always wanted to be a whore in bed for
Sam, and I'd have done anything to keep him there, so we could enjoy and
explore each other in as many ways as possible. So now here I was with two
young guys who enjoyed sex with me like we were acting out scenes from some
private porno show.

I'd never ached like this, with pleasure and for more, and I lost track of
the amount of cum I swallowed, and how many times I'd splashed them both
with my own jizz. Then it was nearly midnight, and so I got the boys to
drive me back to the car park, where I'd take a chance of being picked up
for drink driving.

As I unlocked my car door, Gary kissed me on the lips, his tongue against
mine, like lovers parting, and begged me to see him again, with or without
Mel. I was so moved, my eyes were damp, and I held one hand softly against
his face as I quietly said "Yes". I drove home with a heart slightly
lighter than when I'd left it, but at the back of my mind was the
realisation that my life had changed forever, and I had to move on. Today
had proved that I was a desirable woman, and could actually get a guy who
would satisfy all my needs.

I wasn't weird. I was normal, and I wanted more.

-End-