Incest/Taboo Shy Wife Learns about a Big Cock

Things had fallen into a normal rhythm after 16 years of marriage with my wife Amber. Sex only happened once a month if I was lucky. We would do it missionary style with minimal lighting and she would keep her bra on with her tits popped out. She always used a small vibrator on her clit or she wouldn't orgasm. I would maneuver around the vibrator while fucking her until she got off. If the vibrator moved, we would have to adjust our positioning while she put it back in the right spot.

Once she came, I would pound her for another four or five minutes until I pulled out, dropping my cum on her stomach and tits. This was the routine for the last 10 years. Sounds awful when I say it like that but we led a busy life and this was fast, enjoyable, and efficient.

Amber was pretty conservative since the day I met her. We started dating when we were 18 and for many years there was a small amount of experimentation with positions, different places, and occasionally a different vibrating toy.

Now that she was in her late thirties she was more conservative than ever. Even though I saw a 5'4", 120 pound hot blonde with perfect B's, she saw a woman who wasn't as thin as her former self. She obsessed over the slightest blemish, never felt fully satisfied with her appearance, and unjustly compared herself to women almost half her age. This unwarranted lack of self-confidence often caused issues since I was always in the mood for sex and she almost always wasn't because she didn't feel pretty. Despite all that I could usually cajole her into the bedroom once a month and sometimes twice.

However, something changed earlier this year after dinner and drinks with my sister and her husband. My sister, Nicole, was 5'6", athletically thin, long blonde hair, and what looked to be small B but perky boobs (not that I had ever seen them). My sister is extremely competitive, which I think she learned from me, but she was also a control freak and always looked to be in charge. I think this is what eventually caused her divorce. My sister and Amber had always been friendly but never close. Nicole was just a teenager when I married Amber. At first they were pretty friendly but eventually Nicole got married, moved out of the area, and we lost touch.

After just two years, my sister's marriage was a complete mess. I never got all the details but she eventually went through an ugly divorce and she spent the next few years telling me how lucky I was to have found someone so early in life that I could trust. Since she was five years younger we didn't hang out much growing up. We hung in completely different groups and had different friends. She moved back to the area after her divorce and now lived within a 20 minute drive from us but we typically only got together during the holidays or had an occasional night out. There wasn't a lot of interaction up until this point between Amber and Nicole other than an occasional text about hair, makeup, and beauty products.

Nicole had been with her current husband for almost five years now and they seemed to be a happy couple. He was a six foot tall ex-college jock with rugged features and dark hair who was now a gym teacher. She worked in a corporate pharmaceutical job and made most of the money. They had a shore house in a different state and spent most of their time there when work allowed.

On the night when things seemed to change, we met my sister and Ron at a nearby restaurant for dinner. Ron and I spent most of the night after dinner at the deck bar watching the game and talking about sports and work, while Nicole and Amber sat at the table and chatted.

After a few hours, we said our goodbyes and got in our car for the short drive home.

"Dinner was pretty good," I said.

"It was ok. Did Ron say he was mad at Nicole?"

"Nope. Never really came up."

"She said they were fighting all day."

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

"He told her she's never in the mood."

"Seems like a good reason for a fight," I laughed.

"She told me she is always in the mood but," and she started laughing.

"But what?"

"She said his dick is too big."

"Well they've been married for five years, shouldn't be a freaking surprise anymore."

"No, you don't understand she went into graphic detail on how big it is and how she has to be really excited to enjoy it. Like lots of detail," she said as her face flushed red.

"What kinds of details?"

"Oh, she says it's like a red bull can when soft and over 9 inches when hard, that has to be bullshit, right?"

"How the hell do I know? I never saw it," I said jokingly

"I mean, there's no way it's that big. Has to be bullshit. Why would she lie to me?"

"I doubt she would lie, why does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't. I just think she's lying for some reason. Girls love to brag."

"Do you brag about my dick?"

"I don't really talk about it."

"Well why not, isn't it worth bragging about?"

"Its ok I guess, I don't really know what's big and what's not but there's no way his dick is really nine inches."

I started to feel a little jealous, "Not sure why you keep going on about it, really none of our business."

"I just don't like being lied to, it's so obvious that can't be real. I feel like she was trying to make me jealous."

"Huh, what does that even mean? Why would you be jealous?"

"It's just that she always tries to one up what I say. If I say that I bought a Gucci bag, she'll say she just bought two bags. If I say we went on vacation, she will name a better place she was at recently. She just has to be better or have more of everything."

"I'm confused. I don't get the comparison, why would his dick size matter? Did you compare it to mine or talk about mine?"

"No, but she has to know yours can't be that big, nobody's is. She just has to show off and have better and more of everything. I bet she is just showing off like usual."

I had to admit that my sister is extremely competitive and always wants to be better at everything, but this didn't seem to make any sense. I decided to leave it rest for now and changed the subject.

A few minutes later we got home and figured I would try and get frisky since we were drinking and she might be up for it. I reached out and grabbed her from behind and started nibbling her ear while rubbing her tits. To my surprise, she immediately said, "Let's go upstairs."

I started undressing while Amber quickly removed all her clothes, dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. I was a little shocked since she almost never gets completely naked and a blowjob before sex is not the norm. I chalked it up to the drinks and was enjoying the moment. I pulled her hair back so I could enjoy the view of her pretty face bobbing back and forth on my cock. Her nice B sized tits were soft but firm enough to hang nicely, I squeezed her nipple and she moaned.

I'm certainly no porn star but my dick is almost six inches and I feel like I am at least average or a little above average in that area. Amber was using her left hand to pump on my shaft while she moved her mouth back and forth over the head of my dick. As she worked my cock, I noticed every couple seconds she would lift my dick up and move it around as if taking its true measure for the first time.

"Fuck me," she moaned.

I pushed her onto the bed and grabbed her vibrator from the drawer. She turned it on and put it on her clit while I slowly entered her, trying not to disturb the positioning of the vibrator. Within five strokes she was coming hard. It was fastest she had ever orgasmed. Now that she had gotten off I focused on coming myself. I pushed her legs back to her shoulders and I started ramming her with fast strokes.

"Fuck me...harder baby...fuck me," she moaned.

I fucked her harder, ramming her with everything I had. The conversation from the car had stuck in my head as I pictured what it would be like to have my little wife getting pounded with a nine inch cock. The thought of her tight little pussy getting abused by a huge cock immediately sent me over the edge. I pulled out and began shooting loads of cum on her stomach and tits.

The whole next day I couldn't shake the idea that last night's excitement was less about the drinks and more about the potential size of Ron's dick. Did he really have a nine inch dick? I had never noticed nor asked. I certainly wouldn't have ever broached the topic with my sister. Our relationship had never been super close and definitely not close enough where I would discuss something so intimate. She was so slim with little hips it was hard to imagine her taking on such a monster. The whole thing was was probably just an exaggeration.

Over the next few weeks, I was extremely busy at work and we fell back into our normal routine. Every weekend Amber would announce what Ron & Nicole were doing. They were at their beach house, or going to Virginia with friends, etc. She went from barely ever mentioning them to knowing their every move. I figured they had bonded at the dinner and I was honestly happy she was talking to my sister more often.

About a month after our dinner, Amber called me at work and asked if I wanted to go to Nicole and Ron's beach house for the weekend. They had asked us to go a few times in the past but we were always too busy and Amber hated staying at other peoples houses. Amber preferred fancy hotels with room service instead of sleeping in a B&B or a friends house. Now Amber was pushing to go visit.

"Let's go, it'll be fun. We need a quick vacation," she said.

"I thought you didn't want to go unless we were in a hotel?"

"They said they fixed up the spare room there, it sounds nice."

"If you really want to go, lets go."

"Ok, I'll tell them we will be there Saturday."

We arrived at their beach house around 1pm. Ron and my sister were putting together a cooler with various drinks and a couple sandwiches. Nicole was wearing a wide brim straw beach hat and a white bikini with a shawl around her waist. Ron was wearing basketball type swimming trunks that went down to the knee. I subconsciously flashed to his crotch to see if there was some massive bulge but the shorts were baggy and I didn't notice anything odd. What the hell, these crazy chicks have me checking out some dude's package with their gossip.

Nicole led us upstairs to a smallish bedroom with a Queen size bed and floral print wallpaper on the walls. We dropped our bags and told her the place looked amazing and we would get changed for the beach. She closed the door and said she'd see us in a few.

Amber says, "She looks great in that bikini."

"I didn't notice, lets get changed."

"I wish I looked like that."

"You are way hotter than her, now let's get ready."

"Do you think so? You are just saying that because its your sister."

"Not true. You have nicer tits and a better ass."

"You think so? She's so thin and toned, I don't know."

"Trust me, you are way hotter."

"Thanks."

On our last beach vacation, Amber had been her normal self conscious self and wore a kimono type robe and a shawl over her midsection the whole time. I pretty much never saw her in a bikini that whole vacation. I expected this trip would be the same and she would possibly cover up even more since people she knew were going to see her. I changed in about minute while Amber was still unpacking. I told Amber I would see her downstairs.

When Amber finally came down twenty minutes later she was wearing a bikini I had never seen before. It was sheer black and did a great job of pushing her tits together while being partly see-through. She still had the shawl around her waist but no kimono or shirt.

"Hey you look good," I said.

"I like that bikini," my sister said.

"Thanks, I just bought it."

Ron was busy with the cooler and didn't seem to notice.

We eventually made our way to the beach. We set up under the umbrellas and mixed up some drinks. Ron and I threw the football around while the girls talked. Eventually we worked up a sweat and Ron and I ran into the ocean for a bit. We came back and made some more drinks and sat under the umbrellas again. The girls had pulled their chairs out from under the shade of the umbrella and sat directly across from us while they worked on their tan.

Ron asked the girls if they wanted another round of mixed drinks and they both said yes. Ron mixed up some drinks and brought them to the girls. I saw Amber whisper to Nicole and they both laughed.

"Are you guys going to clue us in on the joke?" I asked.

"Oh it's nothing," my sister said.

More laughter.

As I looked over at Ron I noticed you could clearly see the outline of his package since his trunks were now wet and I started to wonder if Nicole was telling the truth after all. It definitely looked like he was packing in that area. Is this what the girls were laughing about?

After another drink the girls had flipped to their stomachs and removed their shawls. Ron and I had perfect views of both girls' asses. Amber laid with her legs slightly apart so you could see the shape of her labia pushing against the thin bikini fabric. Nicole's leg were more toned leading to a tiny firm ass. The two of them next to each other made for a nice contrast. Nicole was skinny and athletic and Amber's ass was wider and more shapely. Ron and I had on sunglasses but we were both clearly taking in the view in front of us.

After a bit, the girls flipped onto their backs and Amber made quite the scene of bending over as she adjusted the chair to a more upright position. She was bent over completely exposing her ass and then she dropped to her knees trying to get the chair to adjust to the proper height. She either didn't know how to work it or was showing off her ass, which was out of character.

"Do you need help?" Ron asked before I could chime in.

"Thanks, but I think I got it now," Amber finally replied after a few more wiggles.

Both girls now sat facing us again. Nicole was lying flat and looking like she was going to sleep, while Amber was perusing her phone with her knees bent to her chest. This position gave an unobstructed view to the round of her ass and her pussy pushing against her bottoms. She was definitely flaunting more of her body than I had seen in a long time and I was thinking about how many ways I was going to fuck her later.

We finally packed up and headed off the beach as sunset neared. We arrived back at the house and showered. We all decided we were too burned out from the sun to hit the bars so we would stay in the house and order some food. Dinner gave us all a boost of energy so we mixed up some drinks to try and recapture the buzz from earlier.

"Let's play a game or something," Nicole said.

"Ok, what do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Anything that involves drinking," Ron chimed in.

"How about flip cup?" Nicole asked while she went to the kitchen to grab some cups.

We played flip cup for about an hour, laughing it up and having a good time.

Eventually the girls ended up in the kitchen talking and Ron and I retired to the living room to watch football. Ron was in his recliner and I was on the couch while we talked about the football game. The girls were talking loud enough for me to hear Amber saying, "I still don't believe you."

Was she back on the dick thing? Is this what they talked about all the time? Nicole said, "I never lie, what do you want to bet?"

Then it was just whispering and giggling. Ron seemed oblivious to the whole conversation.

A few minutes later, the girls came and sat on the couch, with Amber next to me and Nicole next to the recliner.

"Hon, Amber still doesn't believe me, I think you need to show her."

"I don't want to, I'm watching the game," Ron said casually to his wife.

"C'mon, it's a bet now, so I can't lose."

"You shouldn't have bet."

"I promise I'll make it worth your while later," Nicole cooed.

Ron looked at her, looked at me and said, "This is too much, I'll pass."

My sister reached out and rubbed his leg, "Pretty please?"

I still had no idea what was going on but I suspected what it was.

I broke the silence and asked, "What the hell is the bet?"

Nicole turned and said "Your wife doesn't believe how big my husband's dick is. Why would I lie about that? So we made a bet and now Ron has to whip it out for us."

I asked my sister, "What do you win if you're right?"

I looked at Amber but she was looking away and Nicole didn't respond. Ron stood up, sighed, and said, "Fine."

He proceeded to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees and took off his shirt. I heard a gasp from Amber as she mumbled "Oh, my god."

Nicole got up and shouted, "Where is the tape measure?"

Ron replied, "It's in the cabinet."

I was feeling tipsy from the drinks but this whole scene felt like some kind of fever dream. I could see my sister rummaging through the cabinet. Ron was sipping a beer and watching the football game like he didn't have a care in the world. Amber, my innocent Amber, sat transfixed at the very large veiny soft dick resting across Ron's thigh and his equally impressive balls resting on the recliner.

Nicole marched triumphantly back in the room and yelled, "I found it."

Nicole noticed Amber's slack jaw and said, "See, I told you."

"Jesus, that can't be real," mumbled Amber.

Nicole got on her knees in front of her husband and extended the tape measure to check the length. Amber moved to the other side of the couch and was leaning over the recliner with her pretty face less than two feet from Ron's massive dick. I wasn't sure if I was jealous, angry, or turned on but I kept quiet for now.

"Ha, it's only five inches, not over nine, I win," said Amber boastfully.

"I am just proving a point that it's huge when it is soft, just like I told you. The bet was how big it gets when it is hard. Show her honey," demanded Nicole.

Ron flippantly replied, "I'm not even horny, you two drunk wenches are just making sport of me now. Let me watch the football game, You still owe me later Nicole, you promised."

"I only promised if you helped me win the bet."

"I didn't even know what the actual bet was, I did my part, now let me watch the game."

"Nope, just get it up real quick so I can show her. Then I promise you will get WHATEVER you want later."

Ron perked up at that and said, "Ok, I guess if Mike is ok with it?, What do you think about this nonsense?"

This was my chance to stop this lunacy. Do I shut it down now or see how this plays out? I thought back to how excited Amber had been with just the mere thought of his dick that night after the bar. It all made sense now. The new bathing suit, the flaunting of her body throughout the day, it was all because of this new sexual arousal brought on by the idea of a big dick. It was obvious now it had nothing to do with me. Did I care? Should I be angry or jealous? I was gonna be the benefactor of this newfound sexuality.

Ron was a nice guy, clearly in love with my sister, and besides the ogling of my wife's ass when she struggled with the chair earlier, had never really paid any attention to my wife and I don't think he had ulterior motives in this situation. In fact, I think I had spent as much time casually looking at my sister's firm body as he did checking out my wife. But hey, he was a male after all and my wife was still sitting here staring longingly at his massive cock and balls. He also knew exactly what my sister was referencing when she said that, "Amber still doesn't believe me." So there must have been some prior conversation.

It probably only took me two seconds to respond but all these thoughts raced through my brain and it felt like an hour. Amber turned and looked at me, she had a look of disappointment on her face as she was sure I would say no. My sister looked at me with a small smile on her red lips. I think she was enjoying this, her controlling nature had kicked in and we were just puppets doing whatever she wanted at the moment.

How could I say anything but no? This had already gone too far, my conservative little wife had already seen more than enough for me to use this as bedroom talk going forward. Did she really need to see this guy stroke himself till he stood at full attention? She had enough visual ammunition to have some bedroom fun for a good while.

Yet somehow I found myself saying, "Both of them are crazy, I can't stop them."

Amber broke into a relieved smile, Nicole seemed like she knew all along I would say that and said, "See honey, let's show her that I am not a liar."

Ron shrugged and started stroking his cock while we all looked on. After a minute with no change in hardness, Ron blurted, "This isn't going to work. I have been drinking most of the day, I am the only one not fully clothed, and having your brother and his wife here makes me feel like I am a circus act. Everyone else should get naked to make me feel comfortable".

Nicole purred, "Aww, c'mon. I'm not getting naked in front of my brother but what if we all stripped down to our underwear?"

"Anything would help," Ron said.

The girls started peeling off their clothes immediately. I watched as Amber pulled her shirt over her head then looked down at her tits, cupping them to make sure that sat well in her pink lacy bra, then stood and took off her shorts revealing a matching pink thong. She sat back down, saw I hadn't moved and said to me, "Don't be a party pooper, get in your underwear." I honestly felt a little relieved and joyful that she remembered I was there.

I looked over at Ron, assessing him. I was physically more imposing than him. Even though he was a former football player in college, he now had a little bit of a belly and only worked out once or twice a week. I was a workout fanatic, still had my abs, and was 6'3, 215 pounds of muscle. I had confidence stripping down to my underwear. Although I did not have the confidence to go fully naked with his giant specimen of a dick next to me and I also had to consider that I had my sister sitting there.

I sat back down taking in the scene. Nicole was sitting on the edge of the recliner again, now sporting a red bra, red thong, and a self-satisfied smirk. Her arm was draped over her husband's neck as her hand lazily brushed his shoulder. Ron was still slowly pumping his cock. His head was turned and only inches from his wife's tits, his eyes darting between her cleavage and Amber's cleavage.

Amber was seated on the edge of the couch, her elbows on her thighs with her hands clasped and resting on her knees. She was still gazing intently at Ron jerking off just a few feet away. This position did a great job of pushing her boobs together and they almost overflowed from her bra so you could see the tops of her areolas. I felt my dick start to harden in my boxer briefs. Not that anybody else noticed since the scene was finally working its magic on Ron.

His dick began to stiffen considerably and he brought his other hand in on the action and was double pumping his dick. If this thing wasn't over nine inches it was damn close. It was also extremely thick, probably twice my girth. His two hands now gripped his cock with the mushroom tip poking out of the top.

Nicole announced, "I think we can measure again now."

She grabbed the tape and began to measure from her position on the edge of the recliner. The tape was faced away from our view on the couch. Amber scrambled to her knees and leaned on the other side of the recliner to get a view of the measurement. Nicole held the bottom of the tape to the base of his shaft and measured. Amber's face was now literally less than a foot away from his rock hard cock. Her elbow was on the edge of the recliner but I couldn't help but notice her hand was laying on his bare thigh as she craned her neck forward to see the measurement.

"Holy shit," Amber uttered.

"I told you! Not a liar! 9 1/2 inches," Nicole said triumphantly.

"That's so insane, I never imagined a cock could be that big. Its massive," Amber whispered in awe.

"I win! Time to pay up."

I had to ask, "What did you bet?"

Silence.

More silence.

Finally, "Well my dear brother, your wife was so adamant that I was a liar and clearly so intrigued by the possibility of a dick that large that she bet that if she won that I would have to get my husband off in front of you guys."

I managed to spit out a retort, fearing I knew the answer already, "What if she lost?"

Amber was silent again.

Nicole said, "Since she won't tell you then I will. If she lost, and she did, she now has to get him off in front of me."

My heart dropped, why would she bet that? I was confident she didn't really think she would lose, but if she knew she was going to win, why ask to see my sister get her husband off? Why not bet dinner, a purse, or something else. The fact she wanted to see it meant she wanted to see Ron's dick, to see him cum.

"Woah, I didn't agree to this," said Ron denyingly.

My sister was exultant and said, "Oh please, like you wouldn't like it. I know Amber will like it because it's all she's talked about or hinted about for the last month. Judging by the little bulge in my brother's underwear, he might like it too. What do you think Mike? Your wife needs to pay her bet."

Wait, did she just call my dick little? I considered my dick normal or above average, it was almost six inches and normal width and was currently as hard as it has been in years. She was right though, it was clear that my lovely demure little wife wanted this and had pushed the situation to where it currently stood. My sister, being the controlling person she is, had flipped the tables on her and was now in full control. Although, I am not sure why she would let another woman anywhere near her husband's dick.

Was something else at play? I knew they fought about the lack of her sexual appetite, did she make a deal with Ron? It didn't seem like Ron was in on it but he was certainly eyeing up my wife carefully now. I should have stopped this earlier when I had the chance. I'd be a complete cuck if I said yes now. The right thing would be to say no. Part of me wanted to see what she would do if I left her to her own decision. I finally croaked out, "It's not my choice, it's up to Amber."

Amber was clearly dismayed that I had deferred to her. She started talking fast, "I never thought you were telling the truth Nicole, I am sorry, I was just kidding about the whole thing. I can't do this."

Nicole was preening at this point, "So who is the lying bitch now? You questioned my truthfulness over and over again, yet the whole time I was being honest with you and open to you about a private matter. Today you said I was crazy for not wanting more sex and you told me that if you had a husband with a nine inch dick you would fuck him every single day. Now here we are, you made the bet because you believed I was lying. Now admit you are the liar and the untruthful one."

Nicole clearly expected Amber to continue backtracking and apologizing but what she did not anticipate is just how stubborn my little Italian wife could be when she was challenged and backed into a corner.

Amber turned to me and asked, "Will you be mad at me?"

My heart stopped. Was she asking if I was going to be mad about what she may have told Nicole about wishing she had a nine inch cock every day? Or was she asking if I would be mad if she lived up to her end of the bet and followed through right now? She was still kneeling at the edge of the recliner in her bra and thong. Ron's rock hard cock was still within arms length of her pretty face. Do I remain silent and see how far she takes it? Do I tell her I will be mad and then see if she does it anyway? Do I say I won't be mad, which may push her into doing this and possibly risk losing my thoughts of her innocence forever?

I never got the chance to decide because my sister crowingly declared, "He won't be mad, he hasn't stopped you yet so he is not going to. It doesn't matter, you will never do it because you are all talk and the only liar in this room."

Up until then I truly believe that Amber was not going to follow through on the bet. The harsh words from my sister had brought out her stubborn side and she was not going to be on the losing side of this argument. Amber slowly reached out her comparatively tiny left hand and wrapped it around the base of Ron's cock and gave it a tug. To my knowledge, it was the first dick she had ever touched besides mine. I could see her wedding ring reflecting the light from the tv, it looked small against his large thick cock. She looked determined yet nervous and said defiantly, "Fine, I'll pay my bet. I am not a liar either."

Amber moved to the front of the recliner while still gripping Ron's cock. Nicole's face reflected pure shock, she had not expected this at all. Ron looked shocked as well but broke into a smile. He looked at Nicole and his smile faded as she returned his smile with a glare. Nicole turned to me and had a look that said, "This is your little innocent wife?"

Amber was kneeling in front of the recliner, now pulling with both hands on Ron's cock. His dick was angled down towards my wife's tits and just a few inches from her mouth. She pulled with both hands for a couple of minutes until she appeared to tire and then began alternating with one hand pumping his shaft while the other cupped his balls. She was deeply focused on the task at hand, the only sounds in the room came from the commercial on the television.

Nicole had not moved from her perch on the edge of the recliner. She had a perfect view of my wife intently stroking her husband's cock. Ron was laser focused on my wife's tits but he hadn't touched her, I think he wanted to but was unsure of what the rules were here.

Amber continued pulling his cock and his mushroom head would occasionally brush against her cleavage or the bra. When the head of his cock touched the bare skin of her cleavage, It took everything I had not to come in my underwear right then. Was she going to suck his dick or do something else? Did I want her to? I wanted to get behind her and fuck her so bad but I would certainly cum if I moved at all.

So I just sat there and watched.

As I watched, I couldn't help but notice the different way she handled his dick than how she handled mine. With me she would pretty much grab and pull since there was only so much shaft to work on. She never paid any attention to my balls but mine were probably less than half of the size of Ron's.

With Ron, she was quickly learning the different ways she could handle a really big cock and the different things she could do with it. Her small hands would pull on the base of his cock for some tugs then she would adjust and pull the top of his dick to give his head some stimulation. She would sometimes pull with both hands making sure the tip was getting stimulated by touching her cleavage. She would cup his balls and softly caress them when she didn't have two hands on his shaft.

Amber continued stroking his cock, a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead, and it looked like she was tiring. I could see from Ron's facial expression he was about to cum. Amber was so fixated on the work at hand and pulling Ron's cock she apparently didn't notice the change in Ron's face because the first rope of cum splashed across the bottom of her left eye, across her nose, and down to the right corner of her lips. She flinched but adjusted his cock down for the next five or six ropes of sperm as they landed on her neck, her cleavage, and her bra.

Ron moaned, "Holy fuck, holy fuck."

Amber continued to pull on his softening cock until every last drop was out, rubbing his head against her cleavage. My wife looked down at her cum covered tits then looked up at Ron.

Ron said quietly, "Thank you, I needed that."

Amber mumbled, "You're welcome."

My pretty little wife still knelt there holding his softening dick in one hand. Nicole got up, walked to the kitchen and returned with some damp paper towels. Amber still had not looked at me, I think the enormity of what she had done was settling in.

I could see the cum dripping down her face and across her lips. It also pooled on top of her tits and soaked into her bra. She looked so filthy and dirty, yet amazingly hot at the same time. She finally released the hold on Ron's cock, and it flopped heavily onto his thigh. She grabbed the offered towels from my sister and wiped the cum off her neck. Ron's cum was still slowly dripping down her face and across her lips as she turned her doe eyes to me and said, "Please don't be mad at me."​