A Broken Condom Conundrum

“Why did you let him cum inside you?” you ask after your wife informs you that she didn’t bother making her bull pull out after the condom broke.

She smiles. “Because I didn’t want to deprive him of the pleasure of cumming while he was inside me.”

“But…but you’re not on the pill,” you say.

“No, I’m not,” she replies. “And I know what I did was dangerous, but I wanted it. My body wanted it. Honestly, I didn’t even think about telling him to pull out. He would have. He was willing to. He even offered to. I told him not to. I told him to cum inside me. I told him I wanted it, that I needed it.”

You know you should be upset that your wife made such a hasty decision without consulting you. You know you should be worried about the risk of her getting pregnant with another man’s baby. For some reason, though, you’re not nearly as upset as you should be. Instead, you feel an overpowering kind of lust. You wish you didn’t, but you do. It’s so potent that you’re nearly erect without even a hint of direct stimulation.

Your wife approaches with a sultry sway in her hips and a soft, seductive smile on her face. “I think we both know this is the right thing,” she says. “I think we both know this was going to happen eventually, don’t we?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. It feels too humiliating to admit to what your wife is implying. She reaches out and unzips your pants. She frees your cock and strokes you as she leans closer and kisses you softly.

“You can try and stop it, though,” she whispers. “All you have to do is get on your knees and clean his cum out of me. Clean it all up so it can’t go where it wants to go.”

Your knees wobble as your wife strokes your cock and fills your head with thoughts of doing something so spectacularly humiliating.

“Don’t you want to try and stop it?” she asks. “Don’t you want to get on your knees and clean every drop of his cum out of me?”

You don’t answer, but you do fall to your knees. Your wife smiles and unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor and you stare at the wet spot in her panties. Some of his cum has already leaked out of her, but you’ll have to retrieve the rest with your tongue.

“Clean me,” she says. “Lick his cum out of me.”

Your heart pounds as you reach up and pull her panties down. Her pussy lips glisten with cum. You crawl a little closer and your wife puts a hand on the back of your head. She guides you between her legs. She guides your mouth to her pussy. You put your tongue inside her. You taste her bull’s cum. Your mouth fills with it.

“Swallow,” she says. “Eat his cum. Now, eat his cum right now.”

You swallow and your wife moans.

“Clean me,” she says. “Clean me like a good cuckold.”

You clean her. You push your tongue inside her and you clean his cum out of her.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” she says softly. “Because you’ll be doing an awful lot of this in the future. I won’t be using condoms with my bull anymore. It was better bare. And no, I’m not going on the pill, either. Your tongue is the only birth control I’m going to use.”

Your cock throbs. You wrap your fingers around it. You masturbate. You cum on the floor while you’re eating another man’s load from your wife’s pussy.

“You’ll clean that up when you’re done too,” she says. “Just like a good cuckold.”

Yes, you will.