Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 06:48:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne Bruton
Subject: Squirter 3

Sam was still away from home more than he was with me, though when he was
home, he was surprisingly still happy to have sex with me. It was all very
one-sided - I let him cum but restrained myself from joining him since I
didn't want any more of his views on my squirting.

So I let him fuck my ass, and then I sucked him. It was never a chore to do
that - Sam had a great cock, and I'd take him in as far as I could until my
eyes watered, just to feel that strength in my mouth. His cum was sweet and
thick and I swear I could live on it if I was starving. He came in
buckets-loads, and though it made me choke and gag when we first started
going together, I learned to chew on it, and swallow gradually, letting
some of the excess drip out from between my lips without him seeing it. I
actually longed for his cum, and the smell and taste of it, and the way it
would sometimes lay in thick strands on my tits.

Throughout our marriage Sam never gave me less than 100% in the bedroom,
and it just pissed me off that his narrow mind prevented me from giving him
100% in return.

It was the afterglow that was different now.

I was unfulfilled and hot for a climax, and he was sleepy after unloading
in me, so we cuddled, and kissed and caressed each other with few words. He
always left soon afterwards and I got used to it, and I'd become accustomed
to living alone for longer periods. I tried not to think about what he was
doing out there when he wasn't with me.  It had never concerned me in the
past because then I'd known then that my pussy was the one he wanted to
come home to. Now I wasn't so sure. Now he'd discovered how 'filthy' his
wife was he'd probably strayed with some on-the-road bitch with a cunt
bigger than her IQ.

He still sent me regular money, and I had my three day-a-week job at the
insurance company, so funds weren't a problem. I was also spending more
free time at the gym where my body was shaping up nicely under Sylvie's
guidance. My body looked - and felt - more powerful, and though I didn't
want any manly muscles, the broad shoulders didn't bother me, and my tits
seemed shapelier. All this I achieved by an almost manic regime of exercise
and workouts, and I didn't bother with all the steroid shit that Sylvie
tried to make me take.

I felt a whole lot better about myself, and for the first time in a long
time I actually took pride in how my body looked.

I'd also come to terms with the fact that although Sylvie and I were
getting it on at least once a week, I didn't care about being thought of as
a lesbian. I figured that whatever tasted good at the time was OK. Either
pussy or cock was fine by me, though the cock was now in shorter
supply. After that night with Gary and Mel, I'd kept myself to myself;
indulging in the sweet tasting cunt that Sylvie offered me, and most
importantly, the mutual squirting.

However, to be truthful, the squirting was really exhausting me. I bought a
few squirting DVDs and in one of them, the young girl who was the star,
shook uncontrollably when she blew her load, writhing this way and that as
though all her nerve-endings were jangling and sending her haywire. It made
the film a little less enjoyable to watch, especially since I had the same
experience. While most of the girls shrieked and writhed during the intense
orgasm, this one girl looked as though it was shortening her life.

In the absence of cock when I was at home, I made myself cum most nights,
and after the initial squirt, and the inevitable coming down, I slept
soundly, but was a wreck in the morning. I also didn't really want to
embark on a full-blown affair just because Sam and I were 'having
difficulties' but I needed someone with me. Sylvie, though great in bed,
was becoming very demanding.

She rang one night when I was real low, and at first I felt angry, though I
had no idea why, and then I calmed. She was trying to be a friend, but she
kept on at me to move in with her, and I just didn't want to be a dyke's
girl friend. Not right now anyway. She told me she'd bought something that
she'd like to try out on me. I sighed, but then realised how far I had come
on this journey. From being a meek little wife with a dominating husband, I
was now enjoying hornier love-making with men and women, so I agreed to go
over to Sylvie's for dinner, and to put my best face on and go along with
what she wanted, so long as it didn't involve me moving in with her.

For some reason my day at work passed with me in a high state of
excitement. I figured it would be nice to have someone else's hands on my
body apart from my own, and I spent most of day trying not to leak on my
office seat. A couple of the guys at work had tried to hit on me since
they'd heard about my split with Sam, and I was puzzled as to how they
knew, if I'd told no-one in the office - especially not the clattermouth
girls.

They were both good-looking guys, but one was married, and I certainly
wasn't going to get involved in that sort of situation, and the other guy
was - well I'd have said he was gay, but apparently he'd had a few of the
girls in the office, though they kept quiet about how the dates went. There
again, I didn't want to be 'one of the girls in the office'.

I drove to Sylvie's, and she looked gorgeous. She'd gone for a very
feminine fuck-me look, as against her usual butch jeans and sweatshirt, and
she wore a perfume that I didn't recognize, but surely liked. We both had
wine, and seemed to talk endlessly until it was almost ten-thirty.
    "Stay the night," she begged, and I realised I'd had too much wine to
drive home, so I smiled and agreed.

After the delicious meal she'd prepared I was very relaxed and ready for
whatever she had in mind, and then she showed me what she'd bought. I'd
never seen a dildo that size before, and she showed me the extras that came
with it: there was a reservoir where you mixed up a cum-like concoction -
some sort of cream you added water to - and a pump that could be operated
by the fucker or the one being fucked.

I smiled and looked up at her.
     "I planned on wearing it tonight it," she said quietly. "Would you
mind a little ass-play?"
    "No problem," I murmured. Having had Sam cornhole me throughout our
marriage, I rather fancied having this babe up my ass. Plus, the fake cum
was a turn-on. We stripped off in the bedroom, and I was aware that she was
constantly watching me.
    "You look gorgeous, Lianne," she said in a breathy kind of voice, a
much more 'girly' voice than I'd been used to. "I could really love you
y'know?"  I gave her a 'let's not discuss it look', and she shrugged it
off.
    "I like being on my own," I replied. 'You know that. Besides, I still
like guys as well."
    "Yeah, " she unhooked her bra and let it fall. "And they've been so
good to you!"  I ignored her and stood, posing sexily before her. She was
also naked, and beautifully muscled. She moved to me and then she held me,
her hands at my waist as she kissed me on the lips and I responded eagerly.

I did have feelings for her.

Strong ones. And I loved the feel of her skin against mine, but then, I'd
discovered that I also liked variety.

I watched as she strapped on the enormous dong, and then helped her mix up
the fake jizz. We got it to the consistency of cum, or at least as much as
we needed to. It was maybe creamier than the real thing, and somehow I
thought of Gary as I stirred it.
    "How do you want me?" I asked as I walked to the bed.
    "In my home and in my bed," she said quickly, then. "Sorry, honey -
let's try it with you on your knees and facing the wall."  I did as I was
told, and was relieved that she spread some lube all around and into my
ass.

It was a strange feeling, having the dildo at my butt hole. I'd been so
used to Sam's cock, and then Gary and Mel that night. I liked the feel of
it even though it was plastic or something like it, and I enjoyed feeling
it enter me. My mouth opened as a reflex as the cock slid inside me. Sylvie
was breathing hard behind me as she pushed, gripping my arms to get some
leverage. One of us cried out, and I was so turned on by now that I
couldn't tell if it was her or me. I just knew that warmth was building
from my cunt, all the way up through my body. At last her warm belly was
against my back, and I was totally filled by the dildo. We paused, for both
of us to regain our breath, and I felt that somehow my eyes were wide open
at the enormity of the intruder.
    "You OK, honey?"  Her words rasped from her, as she strained against
me, and I nodded, quickly. I needed release, and I needed it soon.

She swiftly moved into a long, hard fuck, and my asshole ached as she
plundered it, stretching it beyond any limits that I knew of. She stroked
my nipples, and ran her fingers up and down my flesh as she pumped into me.

I closed my eyes, and tried to picture Sam behind me, filling me, and then
the two boys, Gary and Mel, and smiled at the knowledge that they were all
my sum total of sexual knowledge, apart from Sylvie, thrusting into me from
behind. I realised how I longed for this fuck, and how empty my bed was
with just my own fingers working on me. I spread my thighs a little wider
as she plunged in and out of me. I even fantasized about this being a porn
film, and pouted my lips as we fucked. I'd often envied girls in porn films
and didn't believe that they were co-erced into it. They weren't that good
as actresses, so how could they fake the ecstasy and longing that obviously
went into the parts? I even fantasized about being in a bukkake session. So
many times I'd seen girls getting cum-covered, and then licking the semen,
blowing bubbles with it and stroking it round their faces and tits with
their fingers.

In fact, anything but actually swallowing the fucking stuff!
    "How long d'you want to go?" she gasped as she moved faster and faster,
her voice bringing me back from my imagination.
    "Any time you like, so long as I get to cum soon after!"  My words
jerked from me as she began to fuck me harder and longer.
    "OK, babe," she grunted. "Here it comes!"  I braced myself, then with a
mighty rush, my ass was filled with the cum. I cried out as it hit me, not
too hot, but just warm enough to make my nipples stand out like huge
buttons. And again she squeezed the reservoir, pumping yet more into me
while I squirmed and groaned aloud, unable to control the shaking and
spasms that overcame me.

With a brisk movement, the dildo left me, and I was almost convinced that
my ass was turned inside out with its exit. I squealed, and turned round to
Sylvie, who'd unstrapped the dildo, dropping it to leak heavily on the
bedroom carpet. We hugged each other tightly, as the cream pie bubbled from
me and down the insides of my thighs. I was shaking, and needed her hands
on me. She laid me back on the bed, on the mess that had poured from my
ass, her fingers in me, and her lips seeking mine. She moaned and writhed
on me, her hands working on me, until I knew I was going to have a climax
real soon.

I had to give myself up to the power of her fingers, as every fiber of my
being lit up like the Fourth of July, sending shock waves through me, until
I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a shriek I looked down between
out bodies as a heavy spray obliterated the view, and I shook as the climax
shot out, hitting new targets and breaking new records. My legs spasmed and
contorted, and I was aware that I couldn't control my limbs, and the
picture that filled my mind was of that actress in the squirt film. Sylvie
slid down my body and covered my spurting cunt with her open lips, drinking
down my essence like it was nectar, while I shook and quivered against her
face.

I lost all reason and when I recovered, I was flat on the bed with Sylvie
handing me a glass of whisky.
    "You get better and better, sweetheart," she cooed, stroking my
sweat-matted hair with her free hand.
    "It beats the shit out of me," I croaked, taking a sip at the drink. "I
think it's killing me, Sylvie. I've never felt so exhausted in my life!"
    "You'll be fine," she replied, sliding into bed with me. "It's still
new to you. You just wait. In a month or so you'll be doing it without even
thinking about it!"

I smiled.

I wonder, I thought.

We made love twice more before dawn, slowly and tenderly, and though I
squirted both times, there wasn't the intensity of before. I realised also,
that at that precise moment when I'd cum the first time that night - after
she'd fucked me with the big dildo - that I'd loved Sylvie.

But only for that moment.

It'd been the same with Gary and Mel. I'd noticed that there's a moment of
the most intense emotion during a climax, when I genuinely felt love for
the person (or persons) with whom I was doing it. Maybe the orgasms were
the reason why I'd stayed with Sam. Though now I'd decided not to squirt
when I was with him - thereby lessening the emotional impact on myself -
the chances of Sam and me getting through this had lessened. I sure didn't
love him so much.

There's nothing quite like fucking someone without having your own orgasm,
to help you realise the situation you're in.

I left at 6.00 am next morning, giving me time to get home and change
before work, and there was a message on my phone at home when I returned.

It was from Gary.

End of Part 3