Eliza Sharp Shares Her Past (Eliza Sharp #3) (Patreon)

Eliza brushed back her hair, more a bird's nest mess than the usual lovely waves, from her face, continuing to brush her teeth watching herself in the mirror. She could see her husband in the reflection, sitting on their bed as naked as the day he was born, stroking his beautiful cock watching her. God Cody could be a pervert sometimes, and she fucking loved it.

During her first pregnancy, he hadn’t been all that enamored with her swollen belly. Not that he didn’t find her attractive or want to have sex with her, it was more about the nerves. He’d told her that those last few months when she was really showing he was constantly worried. About her health. About the health of the baby. It was hard to focus on sex. However, now that they had that first birth down, this second one seemed to have opened up something in Cody’s primal brain. The look in his eyes when he stared at her swollen belly, five months along and growing every day, and the bush of her pussy, had her trembling with the ferocity she saw there.

His eyes met hers in the mirror, a grin on his face full of love and mischief. Hand stroking rapidly as he let his eyes roam over her. She’d put on an old spaghetti strap tank top that was threadbare and stretched by her tits that were still filled with milk, Angie was still nursing though they’d started her on solids some time ago. Her stomach was bare and smooth, round, already massaged with cocoa butter to help with the stretchmarks. Eliza was still in contact with her agents and they actually were excited for her to have some stretchmarks. A ‘lived in’ body was very popular right now. Studios and companies were clamoring for ‘real’ bodies, not the false fit and plastic variety that had been so popular just a couple decades ago.

Along with her top, she wore a pair of white cotton panties that were just as worn, a small tear here and there along the waist band, a size too small, stretched tight over her pussy and her pubic hair—though well maintained—visible and sticking out along the edges. They were wedged up tight between her soft ass cheeks which she deliberately wiggled when she saw Cody’s eyes move towards her backside. The groan he gave was priceless.

Eliza spit into the sink, washed her toothbrush and slurped up some water to clean the remaining toothpaste out. Wiping her mouth on a hand towel, she turned to her husband, stepped over to stand in the doorway and placed her hands on the underside of her belly, gently rocking the little bundle that was cooking. A sister. Just like she’d predicted.

“Hey there? Do you need some ‘you’ time? Or can a girl join in?” Eliza winked and licked her minty lips.

Cody chuckled and slowed his strokes for a moment, again looking her over slow and steady. She could feel every caress of his stare, so full of desire and love. It made her pussy drench her panties fast, though the hair was helping sop up some of her arousal.

Suddenly, Cody stopped his stroking and a curious look crossed his face. “Eliza…uh… I’ve been wondering…” He moved his hand, leaning back on the bed, hands propping him up as he stared at his wife. “We’ve known each other for a long time and… I know I wasn’t your first…”

Eliza sighed. “Hon. I love you. But you’ve gotta get it out of your head that my other partners were better or whatever. I’m not lying when I say that you’re the best sexual partner I’ve been with…”

Grinning, her husband held up a hand to stop her reassurances. “I know. And my insecurities aren’t a ‘you’ problem. They are a ‘me’ problem. But that’s not what I’ve been wondering.”

Straightening, Eliza folded her arms under her tits, the tank top doing nothing to hide the large pink areolas underneath. “Wondering what then? I’m an open book, Cody. You know that.”

He nodded and scratched at the back of his neck nervously. His cock was still hard and throbbing, so whatever he was thinking about clearly wasn’t interfering with his arousal.

“You’ve told me some about your sexual past…” He paused for a second, waiting to see if Eliza stopped him, but she just stood casually, listening intently.

“I guess…” He trailed off, eyes moving over her pronounced curves and the swell of her belly.

“Honey. Cody. Seriously. Are you asking for my body count?” Eliza raised an eyebrow, mouth quirking in a smile and holding back a chuckle.

“Wh…no! No. Of course not. I… I know that sort of thing doesn’t matter…” Cody blushed.

Eliza couldn’t hold back the laugh anymore. Holding her hand over her mouth to stifle the noise so that she didn’t accidentally wake Angie. “Babe. Seriously. You know you weren’t my first. And I wasn’t yours. And that’s fine. Yes. I have a past. If you wanna know something, just ask. Why are you being so shy?” She came forward, straddling her husband’s lap and settling down, her belly preventing her from getting as close as she’s used to. His cock presses against her panties, rubbing against the top of his shaft deliberately, pushing his erection down as it struggled to rise.

“I just…” He took hold of her swelling hips, soft and wide. “We’ve been talking a lot lately about maybe trying this whole, sharing thing…”

“Mhm.” Eliza nodded, hand on Cody’s shoulders and grinding gently so her thin panties and pubic hair rubbed against his shaft.

“I guess I’m just wondering… maybe if I heard about some of the things you did… we could see if it was worth… exploring.” He looked away, cheeks flushing deep red.

Eliza cupped his cheek, her other hand brushing and tangling into his hair. “First of all, Cody Sharp, you’re my husband and the only one I want. Make sure you know that. Second, I’m fine with sharing and exploring. I’m not a prude and I know you aren’t either. But it’s not for everyone. So if we want to approach it, then we need to do it with eyes open and very carefully.” 

She leaned in and pressed her forehead to his. “I think you’re on the right track. If I tell you about some of my… past, then maybe we can sort of gauge how you react and feel. Seems safer than just jumping in.”

Cody nodded, still leaning into her and feeling the pressure on his cock, the warmth and moisture leaking through his wife’s old panties.

“Alright. Are you sure you wanna hear? I’m serious. I know you don’t hold any of my sexual past against me and I don’t with you either. But you might feel hurt about what I tell you I’ve done with others. You need to keep in mind I didn’t know you. I was younger, a bit more wild, and also that just because I did those things, doesn’t mean I’m denying you anything. If something bothers you, talk to me.”

Their eyes met and his hands moved up to her belly, gently caressing and cradling it. “Okay.” His voice was strained with his curiosity and nerves.

With a sly and mischievous smile, Eliza kissed the tip of Cody’s nose and stood back up giving him a playful shove. “Lay back and stroke then, I’m gonna paint you a picture.” She winked and stepped back, stretching with her arms above her head, breasts straining against her top and belly pushing out and bouncing lightly.

Sighing and grinning wide, ready for some fun with her hubby, she reached down between her legs and caressed the outline of her hairy labia as she started to tell a story.

“There was this one particular photo shoot that I think you’ll find interesting. It was at a cabin up north near Lake Winsor. It was me and a couple other models, Mia and Eva. We were there with a small crew, just four to take care of all the photos and set up. It was summer, sweltering heat and as luck would have it, the air conditioning at the cabin crapped out on us…”

…

Eliza doesn’t waste time setting up her story or giving all the indepth reasons as to how the small group found themselves tangled together. She’d already admitted to Cody early on in their friendship, before they’d even started down the path towards more, that sometimes in the modeling industry, especially lingerie and the like, that sex was almost a typical part of the event. Photography and modeling could be exhausting, as surprising as that sounded, and tense from having to hold poses and such for a long period. An easy way to relieve anxiety and stress was physical. And after having been exposing themselves and seeing the erotic poses and outfits, what better way than just fucking?

She knew it sounded like one of those old absurd frameworks for an old 70’s porn video. But sometimes art reflects reality much more than people know.

The cabin was a very modern upscale building complete with all the luxuries one would expect for a cozy cabin by the lake. This wasn’t for those that wanted to be rustic. This was luxury and comfort. In the living room was a massive fireplace, which thankfully wasn’t lit. It was already over 90 degrees in the cabin thanks to the AC being out, and that was with all the doors and windows open allowing a breeze from the lake to blow in, giving at least a little reprieve from the oppressive heat.

Everyone had been able to continue with the initial planned shoot for about an hour before they were simply too hot and sweaty for good pictures. The girls were soaking through their outfits and though there was definitely a market for sweaty girls, they weren’t in that particular business. Though you wouldn’t have been able to tell if you’d walked in on the crew trying to relax and unwind.

Eliza sauntered over to the kitchen, the entirety of the first floor of the cabin was an open floor plan, kitchen and living room and dining areas all connected. The fridge was stocked with water and beer and wine as well as a few snacks. Most of the refreshments were high end, expensive brands. Eliza pushed those aside until she found the cheap stuff. PBR. She popped the top, a small amount of foam and fizz overflowing as she quickly tipped the can back, downing nearly half of the cold and bitter brew in a couple gulps. The foam dripped from her chin onto her bare tits, mixing with the thick layer of sweat that was beading and dripping down between her cleavage and off her hard nipples.

She gave a satisfied gasp and pressed the cold can to her neck, rolling it along her collar and then pressing it to the back of her neck. There was a temptation to pour the beer over her rather than drink it. It was so cold. It felt so good. But she was already sticky with sweat and cum and pussy juice. The last thing she needed was to get even more messy with cheap beer.

After cooling her skin for a minute, she downed the rest of the beer. She covered a belch in the crook of her arm as she crushed the can and tossed it into the nearby trash before opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of Fiji water and another PBR.

Turning to the kitchen island, she put down her drinks and pulled up a stool, sitting her spanked red ass down on the cool leather and groaning, cracking open the water bottle and starting to down it almost as quickly as she did her first beer. Beyond the island in the living area, she watched her fellow models, Mia and Eva, becoming even more tangled and taken by the photographer and his crew. Mia with her pale complexion and constellation of freckles all over her nose, chest and ass, was bouncing on Peter the lighting tech.

Peter was a somewhat chubby guy with a beer gut that was only going to get worse unless he started taking a few trips to the gym. He was hairy all over except his clean shaven face and short cropped mahogany dark hair. Sweat was pouring off of him thanks to his body hair that made him look a bit like Bigfoot. So it was a pretty strange sight to see someone like Mia, with her perky b cups and tight little ass and perfectly trimmed cunt to be bouncing on the man’s cock and groaning out as if she were experiencing Nirvana.

Mia’s back was facing Eliza from where she sat in the kitchen, sweat pouring down her muscular back and her honey brown hair matted along her neck and shoulders. Peter had fat, heavy and hairy balls that were wetly smacking Mia’s cute bum over and over as the girl rose and fell on a very nicely plump cock. The squelching and splashing were so loud it almost sounded like someone was flailing around trying not to drown in the lake.

For his part, Peter was simply in awe, watching the highly paid model that many a man would cut off their left arm to even touch, taking the entirety of his cock into her tight cunt. Eliza watched as she finished off her bottle of water, seeing the man’s balls smacking and squishing against a smooth butt over and over was mesmerizing.

…

“Funny enough, Mia and Peter actually have a fairly good relationship for a couple of years. Not exclusive but close and for a while they even lived together before parting ways amicably. Peter had stories to tell for the rest of his life, and pictures to prove it. And not just the naughty kind.” Eliza smiled at her husband as she moved her hand into her panties, stretching the thin material against her knuckles as she rubbed her hairy lip. Cody was laying back eyes wide as a cartoon character’s, watching her and listening intently to her very naughty story.

…

Eliza finished her water and popped the top of the beer, letting the foam and fizz drip over the side, slurping it up from the top continuing to watch the action. Eyes roaming over to Eva who was spit roasted between the photographer—Joey—and the other crew member—Louis. Her umber toned skin was shining with her sweat, dark coarse hair pulled back and tied in a long braid that Joey held, coiled around his hand, pulling at her as he thrust his cock into her dark lipped cunt. Her lips gripped the cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly as Louis’s balls kept slapping her chin with thick squelching splats. Joey grunted as he railed deep, making Eva’s plump ass ripple with each snapping thrust.

The heat of their bodies and the air was sweltering. Musk and sweat and pine filled the cabin as a barely cooling breeze drifted in through the open windows and doors. Eliza pressed the cold can of beer between her breasts, relishing the cold. “Mmmmmm.” She mumbled. Her skin was still on fire from her own pounding just a few minutes ago. Louis had been balls deep inside her as she lay back on the couch, using a magazine to fan her face as he held her thighs open and rammed into her.

He had a thick cock, stretching her nicely, moving and stretching her folds with slow fluid motions. His hands on her thighs, slick with sweat, thrusting with squelching splats as his balls splashed their perspiration.

She swigged the beer again and felt a warm drip along her thigh. Swiping a finger along her inner leg, she brought it up to see a thick drop of semen and quickly sucked it off and then downed the rest of the beer along with it. Louis’s semen was thick, creamy. She wondered what he ate to make it like frosting.

With a soft belch, she crushed the can and tossed it, sauntering back to the room, ass bouncing as she observed the orgy going on with careless relaxation. She considered where to join back in.

…

“I never knew how naughty you were.” Cody groaned, his hand stroking his cock. It was shiny and sticky with the copious amount of precum dripping from his slit.

Eliza had put a foot up on the bed, widening her stand and rubbing her pussy under her panties more deeply and exaggeratively. “Oh I was a very sexually healthy woman, honey. And being a lingerie model, well, you can imagine how much attention I got and how some of us models relieved stress.

Cody blushed, groaned, more cum dripping from his tip along his shaft and his palm as she jerked. “Fuck… I don’t know if I should be jealous…”

She wagged a finger at him, still rubbing herself, her pregnant belly jiggling slightly. “Nope. No jealousy. You got me Cody Sharp.” She turned her hand and flashed the wedding ring, wiggling her fingers. “I’m yours forever. You’ll have me when my tits sag and my ass droops.”

Her husband laughed. “I’ll love playing with them even then.”

Eliza turned around quickly and stuck out her ass, which had widened a bit with her pregnancy and wiggled and jiggled it, giving it a slap. “Enjoy it like this while you can, bad boy.”

…

Eliza walked over to Mia and Peter, the pudgy man still staring as if hypnotized by the fit model plunging up and down on his equally pudgy penis. When she came to stand next to Peter’s head, giving him a clear view of her hairy slit still slightly messy with sweat and cum, he looked like he was about to start panting like a hungry dog.

Stepping over him so she was standing over his face, she unceremoniously squatted down and pressed her ass right to Peter’s open mouth. “I’m a bit sweaty, mind helping clean me up Pete?” Eliza chuckled.

Mia laughed, hands on the man’s belly as she started bouncing hard and fast on his cock. “God Eliza you’re gross.”

Peter’s tongue shot out with almost no hesitation and started lapping at her sweaty asshole making Eliza gasp, eyes wide. “Holy fuck he has a tongue like a snake!” She nearly fell over but quickly steadied herself and reached back, pulling her cheeks open wider so Peter’s tongue could plunge into her back door.

Mia leaned forward, tits bouncing and dripping sweat and kissed Eliza hard as she continued ramming herself down onto the man’s cock. “Fuck he’s thick. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck!” She cried out, bouncing even faster.

“Chase that O, Mia.” Eliza giggled.

“Fuck off…it’s good!” She arched back shaking, nipples hard enough to etch steel. “OHhhhhhh fucking shit…shit shit fuck!” She cried out, grinding and swirling her hips as her orgasm slammed into her.

Eliza arched too, still holding her ass and rubbing against Peter’s tongue and nose. “Fuck yes Petey, eat my ass. Oh god your tongue’s good.”

“You ready to get what you give?” Louis sauntered over, his cock hanging limp and dripping with Eva’s spit. Behind him Joey was railing the dark skinned model harder and faster, hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, one leg propped up and he pulled her back as he rammed forward. As hard as he was going, making the girls plump ass ripple, Eva was a quiet woman even when she was getting fucked senseless. Joey almost saw it as a challenge, trying to make the woman break and scream.

Coming to stand in front of Eliza, Louis grinned and turned and bent, squatting with his hands on his knees and pressing his ass right into Eliza’s face. She smelled the musk and sweat and then was suffocating in the man’s butt, licking in time with Peter’s own tongue that was invading her rear.

…

“Shit honey! You ate his ass?” Cody sat up eyes wide.

Eliza laughed and rolled her eyes, still wiggling her own bottom at her husband and grabbing handfuls of soft flesh, squeezing and jiggling. “Come on, don’t act so surprised. I ate your ass on our fifth anniversary, remember? And I told you I’d done anal play.”

“I just… I guess I never thought much about it.” Cody sat back and a thoughtful look crossed his face.

Eliza quickly stopped her teasing and turned toward him. “Cody… is it okay? Is this too much?”

His hand was still on his cock, and he was still rock hard. But there were clearly some deep thoughts running through Cody’s mind. “Is this… all true?” He asked, looking back up to meet Eliza’s concerned gaze.

She shrugged. “Mostly. I might be exaggerating a little for fun.”

“But… you did eat his ass?”

She nodded. “Yes, Cody. I ate his ass till his cock was hard again. Is the fact that I did it to him the problem?” She was coming to stand next to him, she’d pulled down her tank top at some point as she related her story and so her breasts bounced and swayed, a small little drip of milk slipping down her left breasts from her arousal and stimulation.

“N…no. I mean… no, it’s not that you did it. I mean, obviously I knew you were sexual. We talked about it plenty before we even started getting serious. I guess I just didn’t think about how… easily other guys got…”

Eliza folded her arms under her bare tits and glared at Cody. It stopped him in his tracks quickly. “Are you calling me easy?” Her tone was soft but serious.

“I…no. Oh god no!” His hand quickly left his cock and grabbed hold of Eliza’s hips. “NO! Absolutely not. I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I just meant, I mean you said it yourself that it was just stress relief for you and the crew so, obviously they didn’t have to like… wine you and dine you or anything.”

Her gaze softened a bit, but she still stood tall and had her arms folded, putting her tits on display. “And you feel like you had to work hard to finally get me in bed?”

“I never viewed it that way. Sex was… I mean sure of course I wanted to have sex with you. But that’s not why I took you to dinner and all that. I did that because I liked you. Loved you. Wanted to be close to you.” His face fell a little.

Eliza tenderly took hold of Cody’s face, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. “And you felt that sex was intimate. A show of love and not just an act.”

He nodded.

She smoothed back his hair and smiled down at him with tender love. “I feel the same. Maybe it’s a bit contradictory, so easily letting those men and women do things with me while I took my time with you. But think of it this way. It wasn’t special with them. They were fast food. You were the five star restaurant with a famous world class chef. When you touched me… oh honey, it was the most intimate feeling.”

Eliza took hold of Cody’s hand and moved it to her sex, over her panties and let him feel her heat. “All those things I did were just trivial actions. But with you it meant something, it means something. It means everything.”

Cody gently rubbed up and down the bulging lips under the thin material, feeling her moisture. Sticky and sweet. The prickly feeling of her pubic hair sticking through and out around the sides. He leaned close and kissed her swollen belly and listened closely, imagining he could hear the heartbeat of their new little girl. Actually, he probably could hear it, but it was hard to distinguish between his own pounding heart, Eliza’s own beat, and her rumbling stomach which made him smile. She was always hungry lately.

He continued rubbing her, making her breath deep and slow, enjoying the feeling of being touched by her husband.

“Is there more to tell?” He finally asked, still pressing himself against her stomach.

Eliza ran her fingers through Cody’s sweaty hair. “Are you sure you wanna hear more? How wild I was? Free?”

Cody slowly peeled away Eliza’s panties, pulling them down around her thighs to look at her hairy pussy. He definitely preferred it bald, but there was also something sexy about having it raw and untrimmed like this while she was carrying his child. Leaning down he took a deep breath of her smell, her wet cunt musky and succulent. He could smell how moist it was. He extended his tongue and slowly slid it over her slit, the coarse hair rubbing against his taste buds, her arousal dripping onto his tongue and down into his throat.

“Ohhhhh fuck….” Eliza gasped and trembled, just that one slow lick was enough to make her feel as if heaven were close. “Fu…fuck baby…”

“Tell me.” He whispered into her pussy and then took another slow, deeper lick.

Eliza held his hair, panting at the feel of his slow and steady lapping tongue and continued her story.

…

Annigulus is fun and stimulating and all, but it also kinda leaves a… taste… in your mouth. Eliza needed another beer, but that would have to wait.

Louis was groaning as she licked and sucked his asshole, bringing his cock back to life. Eliza grabbed hold of his erection and pulled it down between his legs so his balls were pressing against her chin as she licked and stroked his cock as it painfully pointed downward.

Mia was screaming as she bucked on Peter’s cock and his tongue was attacking Eliza’s own asshole as he was reaching his peak. They were all climbing the heights of their arousal and coming to the tip top together. Sweaty bodies riding and licking and smacking against each other.

“Cum in me!” Mia screamed and Peter had no choice. Her pussy was clamping down on the pudgy man’s dick so hard he started spewing into her like a fire hydrant. It made him push his tongue deep into Eliza’s asshole, the muscles spasming tight around it and making her cum from his ministrations. The ripple effect continued, making Eliza jam her tongue into Louis’s anus and squeezing his cock hard making him shoot his load straight down onto the floor. Three loads within an hour for him was all he could manage it seemed because his balls squeezed and tightened and he fell forward onto all fours panting.

They all cried out in their own way, cumming. And they all fell to the floor, a sweaty sticky mess panting. Peter’s face was red and his breathing was heavy as he tried desperately to fill his lungs.

Mia climbed over and cuddled up to Peter with a wide smile on her face, dipping her fingers into her pussy to play with his load.

Eliza rolled away from them, getting to her wobbly feet and slunk back towards the fridge, opening it and grabbing another PBR. It helped wash the taste of ass out of her mouth.

Things didn’t end there, though there was a lull. Joey creamed Eva’s pussy and they both collapsed to the floor catching their breath and fanning themselves after the hot session. Eliza stuck her head into the freezer for a minute, then grabbed a pint of Peppermint Ice Cream and hopped onto the counter. The cool of the granite against her bare ass was bliss and shoveling a spoonful of the treat into her mouth made her moan even louder with pleasure than any orgasm she had that day.

…

“Are you telling me ice cream is more pleasurable than cumming?” Cody chuckled, still slowly licking his wife’s pussy.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair, holding tightly, keeping him close. “Mmmm not the ones you give me. Those are like a whole fucking truckload of ice cream.” She giggled and her stomach rumbled with the thought of eating the pint of cookie dough ice cream she had in the fridge.

“Someone hungry?” Cody looked up at his wife.

“Mmm, are you a mind reader?”

“I’m a tummy listener.” He pulled back, face glistening with her juices. “Do you want me…”

Eliza bit her lip. “It’s in the back of the freezer. You don’t mind, do you?”

Cody stood up laughing and hugged his wife tight, feeling her stomach against his and caressing it gently. “Go ahead and get into bed, I’ll get my baby momma some ice cream.”

Eliza let out a giddy yelp and kissed Cody’s cheek.

Throwing on a robe, his erection still at full mast, Cody quickly went to the kitchen and rummaged through the freezer till he found the stashed pint of ice cream, grabbed a spoon and went back to the bedroom.

Eliza was laying back on the bed, her panties discarded, legs wide open and fucking herself with two fingers groaning. “You… left me on edge.” She gasped with a smile.

Cody tapped the spoon to his lips. “Hmmm. Then that leaves us with a conundrum. Should we eat the ice cream or should I help you cum?”

“You’re cruel.” Eliza groaned, fingers plunging into the second knuckle.

Watching his wife finger herself, gasping in pleasure was impossible to look away from. Even pregnant and messy looking like she was, she was a bombshell. She’d actually gotten a few calls lately about modeling while pregnant and was considering doing a few shoots. They were offering her a good amount of money, and though they weren’t hurting at all financially, having a little extra was never bad. Especially with the fact that now they were going to have two children and they wanted to save for their futures.

Pushing the parental things aside in his mind, Cody came forward, opening the ice cream and scooping out a spoonful. Eliza looked up at him through half lidded eyes and a lust filled smile. Flashing his own mischievous smile, Cody quickly shrugged out of his robe, erection bouncing, and took the spoon full of cookie dough ice cream and smeared it all over his cockhead.

The cold was biting and he gasped at the odd feeling of the ice cream on his cock, creamy but solid and freezing. Eliza watched, eyes widening just like Cody’s had at points in her story. “Ohhhh.” She groaned and quickly leaned forward. “Mmmm, my favorite sweet treat!”

Her tongue and lips quickly enveloped his ice cream dripping cock, eagerly sucking. The ice cream quickly started to melt in her heated mouth, some slipping and dripping along her chin as she swirled the melting cream, refusing to swallow. Her lips were sealed around his head as the ice cream became a liquid sticky mess and then took his cock down her throat. Cody felt the cold and the swirling stickiness of the ice cream enveloping the entirety of his cock. He gasped and nearly dropped the pint of ice cream, looking down at her wife as she moaned and sloppily opened her mouth when she was at his base, the remaining liquid cream dripping down her lips and chin and all over his balls.

“Holy fuck, honey!” He gasped.

Eliza pulled off her face as messy and sticky as their daughters when they fed her. She looked up with heat in her eyes and dipped down, quickly starting to lick and suck up the mess on his balls making him groan even deeper, his sticky cock smacking and rubbing her face.

“Fuck… Eliza oh god it’s good.” 

“Cum on my face.” She gasped, releasing his ball for a second and then quickly swallowing them both with a head shaking moan, sucking them like jaw breakers.

It was impossible to resist his wife. When she wanted something, he did everything he could to give it to her. And covering her face with his cum was a very easy desire to fulfill. He didn’t even have to stroke, he’d been doing his best to hold back for a while, and now with the cold and hot stimulation, his wife's sucking vacuum of a mouth all over his balls, Cody simply let go.

Pulling back, balls popping out of her lips audibly, strings of sticky saliva and ice cream dripping all over her chin and chest, Cody pointed his cock straight at his wife’s beautiful face and released. Thick shots of cum splashed against first her cheek, then nose and forehead and eyes. It was as thick and creamy as the ice cream and it slid and dripped all along her skin, making her an even bigger mess. She whimpered with delight as each heavy shot of semen blasted her face. It covered her, slick and viscous, little dew drops falling from the tip of her nose. Eyelashes glued with the mess.

Her fingers never stopped fucking her hairy cunt and as the cum slid along her skin and into her mouth and onto her heaving bosom, she came. Eliza’s body jerked and shuddered and juices gushed from her pussy onto the bedsheets. She moaned with abandon, a horrible mess from all the fluids, falling back onto her pillow riding her high with her husband watching her in just as heavy ecstasy and delight.

Coming back to his senses, Cody quickly went to the bathroom and got a wet warm wash cloth and came back to wipe the cum from Eliza’s eyes so she could open them and look up at him with absolute love.

“Ice cream please. Minus the penis.” She smiled.

Cody chuckled and grabbed the ice cream, handing it to her as she lounged back and began to joyfully eat, slowly relaxing from their mutual orgasms. He watched her for a minute, seeing the beautiful contentment on her face as she licked the ice cream from the spoon. Sometimes her eyes would flash towards him as she extended her tongue along the bowl of the spoon, curling it around the thick frozen treat and taking it seductively back into her mouth with a grin.

It was more than enough to make his soft sticky cock twitch again.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He said, leaning in and giving his wife’s messy lips a soft kiss.

She smiled into the touch. “Mmmm, okay honey.” She went right back to her treat.

…

At some point while Eliza was eating her ice cream, she lay back on the granite countertop, staring up at the cabin’s vaulted ceiling, enjoying the cool of the stone. Joey came over and instead of a cold treat he wanted a warm, moist, muffin.

His tongue lashed at Eliza’s slick pussy relentlessly. He had a decent amount of style but he wasn’t giving much thought about how he licked and sucked, he was just attacking her pussy and slurping up her juices with eagerness.

Eliza groaned around her spoonful of ice cream, legs wide as the photographer sucker her hairy plump lips, tongue invading and slithering inside her and then out. His lips sucked her clit making her moan even more as she let the last remnant of ice cream drip out onto her tongue and then a few drops onto her hardened nipples.

Pushing herself to the edge of the counter, Eliza grabbed Joey’s hair and pulled him up so he could use his tongue on her newly creamy nipples. He took the hint quickly, grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her off the counter, quickly impaling her onto his stiff cock and his lips locking around her messy nipple.

Eliza moaned loud, feeling Joey’s curved and thick cock stretch her burning pussy. He slid in easily thanks to her moisture and sweat. The man held her in the air and thrust her down over and over with squelching wet slaps. She grabbed hold of his shoulders as he devoured her nipple and fucked her hard and hurried. They were both just chasing the pleasure, no style or technique, just raw and needy.

Joey grunted every time he bottomed out inside her and his balls flew and slapped her ass. Her lips squeezed and milked him quickly. Within a few minutes Joey was blasting his semen deep into Eliza’s pussy, dripping and frothing out as he continued slamming into her…

…

Eliza peeked over Cody’s shoulder, her tits and tummy pressed against his wet back as he braced himself on the shower wall, water spraying across his back and over Eliza’s front.

“You like that honey? Hearing about how he fucked me raw and fast?” Her hand was gripping her husband’s cock, stroking it as she continued her story. She’d finished her ice cream in record time and since she was as messy as he was, if not more so, she went to join him in the shower.

The second she stepped in she saw him stroking himself. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught him masturbating. She’d seen it plenty honestly and loved it. Though Cody was still shy and embarrassed about it sometimes. He’d grown up with masturbation being a private thing. But Eliza was doing her best to disabuse him of that notion, at least when it came to her watching.

Stepping up behind him, warping her arms around him and gently pulling his hand away from his member, replacing it with hers, was smooth and natural. It was right. She kissed his shoulder and neck and rubbed her wet tits against his back and continued her story while stroking him.

Now he was trembling, hair falling forward over his face and dripping to hide some of his expression from her as she whispered dirtily in his ear.

“Y… yes…” He breathed. She could sense the excitement and shame in that word. “Fuck Eliza… fuck yes…”

She squeezed his cock feeling it pulse and twitch in her grip. Sucking his earlobe, she continued to whisper curiously. “What about it do you like? Hm? Is it the idea of another man? Watching? Tell me what you’re thinking, baby. No secrets. No shame.” Her lips pressed to his shoulder, hand slowly and luxuriously stroking his beautiful cock.

“I… oh fu…god…mmmm… it’s… seeing your pussy open… the idea… I… I don’t know… it’s complicated. It kills me thinking about it. About it not being me. Like… like you are leaving me by doing it. That I’m losing you.” Cody gasped out in a pleasurable sob. Eliza didn’t interrupt, understanding he needed to get this out. She was sharing her past with him, much more intimately than they ever had before. It was infecting Cody, sinking deep into him and he was processing it as best he could within the storm of his emotions. His love of her. Hate that she might desire someone else. Courage to know that she’d come back to him. Fear that he would never be enough for her. Eliza felt it in the tense coil of his muscles along his back.

So she quietly listened, letting him work it out, kissing and touching him to let him know she was there and she wasn’t going anywhere. She was always going to stay with this man. He was more than deserving of her love.

“But… that fear… god that fear is addictive Eliza…” He panted his body shaking with arousal.

Her tongue licked around the shell of his ear. “Do you want to see me fucked by another man, Cody? Watch me take pleasure and then come back to you?”

He was breathing shallow, gulping in air as if he couldn’t get enough, hands pressing harder against the wet shower tiled walls. “Oh…ohhhhh fuck honey, Eliza, yes… fuck yes I do.” It came out as a sob and then he was cumming, shooting his load all over the shower floor. Water diluted the thick cream and swirled it down the drain.

Eliza quickly turned Cody around, wrapping one of her legs around him and quickly impaling herself on his ejaculating cock. Her warmth enveloped his sensitive member, she plunged it down fast to the hilt and felt him shooting his eager cum inside her. Pressing her chest to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, tongue invading his mouth like his cock was invading her pussy.

They embraced, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, cock to pussy, and clung tight as Cody came and Eliza shuddered with her own mini orgasm feeling how tense and vulnerable her husband was. She embraced him with her love and her body. Maybe they’d try this new adventure. Maybe they wouldn’t. But no matter the path forward, Eliza understood the vulnerability it took for her husband to admit what he just did and she wasn’t about to push that courage aside.

“Cody Sharp.” Eliza whispered as their lips finally pulled apart. “You’re the bravest man I know. You have me forever and there’s not a single chance that another man could ever take me away from you.” She meant it. Every fiber of her being meant it. It was Truth. Capital T. No disputing it.

He held her tight, hands on her ass keeping her pressed to him with his slowly softening cock still inside her.

For a minute they held each other, as close as two people could possibly get, before finally Eliza pushed free, grabbed the luffa and soap and began to scrub her husband’s body with a submissive reverence. She cleaned every inch. Scrubbing him and watching the suds rinse away in the water. When she was done, Cody did the same, his touch gently and devoted as he cleaned her.

When they finished, they toweled each other off and hand in hand went to bed—after stripping the messy sheets of course—and lay together, holding hands tight knowing they were committed to each other. Nothing would get between them, not even inviting another person into their bed.

…

Eliza sipped her coffee while handing Angie another bite of toast. Her chubby little hands took hold of it and brought it to her mouth, sucking at it with her wide pretty green eyes. Dark curls framed her face as she gummed the toast, teeth finally starting to come in. She made some burbling little noises as she ate, Eliza watching her with the most contented happy smile she could ever hope to have.

Cody came slumping into the kitchen, pulling down a mug and pouring in the coffee, not bothering with sugar and creamer like he normally did.

“You look like you got run over by a bus.” Eliza giggled over the rim of her mug.

“Bad dreams.” Cody muttered, sipping the black brew and flinching at the taste.

Eliza put Angie’s sippy cup on her tray and gave her little girl’s hair a tossel, then walked over to her husband and embraced him. “Was it about last night?” She whispered against his chest.

“Yeah.” He admitted, no hesitation. That was a good sign. He was scared and worried but not embarrassed. 

“Tell me.”

He took another slow drink and sighed, looking over at Angie as she grabbed her cup and tipped back her head as if she were trying to get the last little drops of water from a canteen in the desert. “You… and… someone else. Watching you get… get fucked…” He whispered it, not wanting their daughter’s first real words to be something dirty.

Eliza nodded against him, one hand on his chest the other on her belly. “And?”

“You…you were enjoying it. I was too. Watching. Seeing it. Seeing you. But… then you…” He cleared his throat. “You started saying things…”

Eliza touched Cody’s lips. “I think I know where this is going.” She whispered. “And unless you expressly tell me that you want me to say things that would hurt your feelings, it’s not going to happen. If we do this. Then we are going to do it right. Respectful of wants and boundaries. No freestyling or winging it. We go in with a plan and an out.” Her voice was firm and her mind was made up. The idea of sharing sounded fun, and she’d certainly had her fair share of sexual experiences in her life before marrying Cody, but she wasn’t going to sacrifice the joy she’d found just for some cheap thrills.

Cody slumped back against the counter, wrapping his arms around Eliza. “Are we sure?”

She cuddled closer and gave a quick glance back at Angie to make sure she wasn’t getting into trouble. She was grabbing at another piece of toast on her tray and having trouble grasping it and getting it to her mouth. “I’m sure if you are. But we can always change our minds at any moment. Understand? Any. Moment.”

He kissed his wife’s hair and held her, watching Angie eating and happy in her own little simple world. “Do you think I can handle it?” He finally asked.

Eliza looked up at her husband. “Hard to say. It’s not for everyone. And everyone does things differently. We just need to find our own rhythm. But, I have no doubt that you’d like the image.” She kissed his cheek. “After all, I know you love seeing my tight pussy stretch around your cock… imagine what it would look like around something even bigger.”

She felt his cock jump in his pajama pants and laughed, pushing away from him with a teasing smile and went back to the table to finish feeding their little girl breakfast.