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 When he was done, he looked up at her with obvious love on his face.
"I adore you Janey," he said. It was so sincere like the creampie stories that I was ashamed of
the nausea I was feeling.
True to their word, Janey pulled off him and slid up to kneel astride
his face. She settled down fully, so that I couldn't imagine how he
would be able to breathe. The answer: he couldn't. She was
smothering him with a cum-filled pussy! Damn!
I was repulsed and amazed in equal parts. I think I was the only one
repulsed, because Janey was clearly getting off on it. I know she
came at least once. For his part, Clem never fully lost his erection!
And Barbie, she watched for a few minutes, then looked me deep in
eyes. The message was unmistakable: you are gonna have those creampie stories, soon.
 I tried to maintain my erection with the knowledge of the creampie stories Barbie now
intended. I'd soon be chewing cum, and smothered by her loins at the
same time. Barbie concentrated her fucking on making me cum, but I
was far away now. I was on the verge of going soft.
I looked over at the bastard Clem and our "friend" Janey. She was now
laying on her back on top of Clem, feet on the wall. Clem was
obviously licking her asshole, and very deeply at that. He turned to
smile at me, and I saw his mustache was caked with the goo he had
sucked from Janey. Exciting creampie stories!
And yet, I knew my orgasm was inevitable. Barbie would work me, push
my buttons, until I unloaded in her. And then, I would... I would
have to... lick.
In my imagination, I began to wonder if Janey and Barbie hadn't
colluded on this. I suspected it was a setup to get me to see that
other men would do this nasty act.
 Creampie stories are a funny thing. The notion that my wife would trick
me into this position, of seeing Clem eating cum and intending me to
do the same, was thrilling. I don't know why, but thinking that she
had manipulated me was exciting. Perversely, the very fact that the
act was so disgusting and taboo now made it hot.
I began to harden and rapidly moved towards orgasm again, in full
knowledge that I was going to clean Barbie up afterward. The
grossness of it was part of the attraction, and led me soon to an
intense, grunting orgasm. I felt Barbie jam herself fully on me,
pushing my squirting hose as deep as it could go inside her. She
kissed me deeply, her tongue knowing and controlling (or so I
imagined).
I was still dazed and grinning as she began to slide up. I saw a wet
glob of white slime begin to drip out, and then it was falling onto my
face. I too never quite deflated all the way, and as I struggled to
breathe and consume the wetness draining from Barbie, I too knew I was
deeply in love with my partner.
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