Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.

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He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way.

But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking.

Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced.

"It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom."

Sam growled into her ear.

Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass.

She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm.

The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body.

Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying.

Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up.

"Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger.

"Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her.

"I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?"

"Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively.

"Big plans tonight?"

"No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting."

"So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had.

Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered.

An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body.

She was still horny. She was still wet.

She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight.

No one was in there, no one needed to know.

Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties.

She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself.

Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore.

Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected.

Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there.

Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her.

Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut.

The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her,

Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too.

Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum.

There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time.

Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger.

Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused.

She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people.

"Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished.

The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle between her legs.

But still, her fantasy life was generally left unexplored, and as she drove home, she wondered if that needed to change. She wondered about Sam's fantasies. What did he have hidden deep down inside?

Unfortunately, she would need to wait till another night to find out.

Sam got home late from the church meeting, and was clearly tired and hungry. Cathy sat with him on the couch as he ate and they shared a drink, spending their date night connecting verbally, instead of physically.

That was nice too, she thought, and equally as important. She was that much more thankful she decided to take care of herself at work, even if the images that played in her mind had been questionable and unexpected.

Cathy asked about the meeting, how it went, who was there. Sam told her the usual suspects were all rounded up; the church board of elders, the music director, and Ginny. In fact, as he told his wife about the events of the meeting, there was one name that kept coming up, with stories attached to it he was happy to tell: Ginny.

Cathy knew it wasn't that out of the ordinary, she was new, after all, and still getting the hang of everything, but still, it started to seem like her husband Sam might have a bit of a crush. She smirked slightly at the thought, filed it away, and went back to the conversation.

Noting the time, the two realized they'd blown right through date night, but agreed they had enjoyed the time talking together. Then, finishing his drink, Sam made a suggestion.

"You know, Christine IS staying over at her friend's house this Friday," he said with a sly smirk.

"Oh yeah?" she said, shifting excitedly in her seat, returning his smirk, "what'd you have in mind?"

"Rain check?"

"I think that can be arranged." They leaned in and kissed.

"And the house will be empty, so you can be as loud as you want." his sly smirk returned. She matched it once more. They kissed once more. She couldn't wait for Friday.

Cathy barely made it through Thursday, and Friday seemed to go by slower molasses as she patiently waited out the clock, desperate to get their date night started.

But mother nature had different plans.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, you know how I feel about it," Cathy said, legitimately bummed out.

"But it doesn't matter to me, I'm fine with it!" Sam said in response, trying his best to be accommodating. He had just gotten out of the shower and stood nude and drying before his wife, who wore only a big t-shirt and some sleeping shorts.

"I know you are, but I'm not. It's just not something I prefer."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Sam said, "it's your body, I respect that."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Cathy had spent the whole week practically dripping in anticipation for the next time she and Sam were going to make love, so much so that she almost didn't notice earlier that day when she got her period.

She silently cursed from the bathroom stall at the timing; she didn't like to have sex on her period, at least not in the early days. She never had. She had done it once, and it was a complete disaster, so she said never again.

"But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy ourselves," she said, biting her lip playfully, and drawing a finger down his naked chest.

"Oh yeah?" he smiled. His cock twitched.

"Yeah. Go lay down, I'll be right back." She turned him around, playfully swatted his cute ass, and watched him excitedly pad off toward the bed.

Sam got comfortable, and Cathy slipped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen; she had an idea, another thing she hadn't done since before she met Sam.

Sex may have always been off the table, but she had never shied away from wanting to please her man, but with Sam she couldn't remember a time they ever fooled around during her period. It just became another reason for them not to have sex, just another excuse. Opening the kitchen cabinet she thought back to the fun she had had with other men, and being surprised how many different parts of the body could make someone cum if lubricated well enough. She shamed herself at the thought. Not for reminiscing about sex with other men, but for the fact that she and Sam had spent so many years without exploring yet another facet of each other's pleasure.

That changed tonight.

Padding back into the bedroom, Sam couldn't help but notice the Cheshire smile on his wife's face.

"What've you got there?" he inquired, cocking his head toward her hands that were behind her back.

Cathy just smiled and slid into bed next to her nude husband. She couldn't help but notice his cock had a pleasant anticipatory chub to it already.

"Getting started without me?" she said with a big grin, dancing a finger around the top of Sam's thigh.

"A man can't help where his mind goes when he's waiting for a beautiful woman," Sam said, returning her smile.

"Well why don't you tell me about it?" She said, tickling his full balls with the tip of her finger, "I want to learn where your mind goes." She cupped his balls completely, squeezing gently. Sam moaned.

Cathy sat up, and presented the hidden item she brought back from the kitchen: a full jar of coconut oil.

Sam's cock twitched as he watched his wife unscrew the lid and reach in to retrieve a chunk of the slippery white solid. He knew she liked to cook with it, but he never for a second considered its other uses.

"You've done this before, haven't you," he said without a hint of jealousy.

"Once or twice," she said with a sly grin. She rolled it around in her hand, and Sam watched it dissolve into a slick clear liquid. "Now just relax," she said, cuddling close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, "and talk to me."

"About what?" Sam whispered, feeling Cathy drip the warm liquid onto his thickening member.

"About your dreams," she said, trickling the last of the lubricant over his tip, "about your fantasies."

"What kind of fantasies?" He said, fully knowing the answer.

"I think you know what kind," she smiled, drawing a slippery finger over his juicy tip.

"I, I don't know if I have any," he melted, her fingers starting to dance across his sensitive skin.

"You don't have any fantasies?" she cooed. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or playing with her.

"I don't really know," he said, pausing to enjoy his wife's touch before dropping his follow up, "do you?"

Cathy smiled. Of course. She was learning just how much of a voyeur her husband was, of course that's where he'd go. It was a fair question, and it was only fair she be as open with him as she was asking

"Sure," she said with a syrupy lilt, "do you wanna hear one?"

He sighed loudly and nodded. His cock flexed hard. She smiled again.

"I imagine I'm waiting in a hotel room," she began, teasing his cock with the tips of her fingers, "I'm sitting on the bed, waiting for a man. I'm wearing the dress he wants me to wear, the lingerie he wants me to wear. I'm waiting for my man to come in and tell me what to do. I'm waiting for him, to use me."

She felt a flutter in her stomach as she shared something with Sam she had never shared with anyone.

"Use you how?" Sam said through a strained breath. His cock was pointing straight up now, her slickened fingers teasing him deliciously. He had never thought of his wife in such a lewd, erotic way, but it was certainly having an effect. He needed to know more.

"However he wants," she said languidly, her mind starting to drift into her fantasy, "I want to be his slut, I want to be his whore."

"Oh my God," Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Cathy smiled.

"I want him to take his pleasure from me however he wants, wherever he wants, and I want him to know I'm happy to accommodate, and to receive."

Sam groaned again. Cathy had yet to fully envelope his straining cock with her hand. She wanted to tease him, to prime him for the main event, and his labored breathing and beet-red tip told her it was working.

Sam wasn't the only one enjoying the story though; Cathy's cunt had become delightfully moist as she confessed her secret desires to her husband. But what got her even wetter was knowing what she didn't tell Sam: she mentioned not a single thing about the other man in her fantasy; the one fucking her sopping cunt from behind while Sam used her mouth. She didn't tell him about Roger.

"What about you, sweetie?" She said, desperate to change the subject away from Roger's mental intrusion, "what do you secretly want?"

"I, I don't know," he stammered as her pressure on his cock increased, making the teasing even more torturous.

"No?" Cathy didn't know if he was lying, telling the truth, or just overwhelmed by the situation, but she had some thoughts on where to steer things. "You know, I noticed you've been coming home later than usual when you have a meeting at church lately, any reason for that?"

"Have I? I guess it's, we all get to talking, and," Sam's eyes drifted shut as Cathy began to stroke the firm underside of his cock with two slippery fingers.

"Um hmm," she cooed, smirking at his discomfort, "I know what you're up to, all you boys vying for the attention of one pretty girl,"

"I don't know what, what you're,"

"I bet you keep hoping everyone else will leave, don't you? That one night it'll be just you and her, you and, Ginny." Cathy cupped Sam's balls firmly as she said the young youth pastor's name. Sam moaned. Cathy smiled.

"No, it's not like that, oh, God,"

"She's a beautiful girl," Cathy said, drifting her hand slowly up to Sam's aching shaft, "I can't say I blame you," Her fingers closed lightly around him and slowly, tantalizingly began to slide up and down. "I bet she's got an amazing body underneath those modest clothes she wears, don't you?"

"I don't, oh, Lord,"

"I bet her tits are nice and perky, just like her ass," Sam began to twitch and wriggle slightly as her stroking continued, "and those lips, don't you just wish you knew what those lips were capable of?"

"I can't, I'm not supposed to," Sam gasped as his wife tortured him with pleasure. The truth was he had thought about those things; all of them. He tried his best to keep his thoughts pure, but Ginny couldn't help but slip in there. His wife had him dead to rights; he did enjoy staying late to talk to Ginny. Her smile was infectious, and her energy was contagious. And it was true that on the drives home sometimes he'd wonder. Sometimes, he'd wonder.

"It's ok, sweetie, that's what fantasies are for," Cathy smiled and kissed his neck just below his ear as she slowly stroked him. "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to our youth pastor."

"I want, I want," Sam couldn't get the words out, either through nervousness or sheer arousal impeding his speech function, so Cathy decided to help.

"I bet you want her alone with you up in your office, don't you?" she floated on hot breath into his ear.

"Hmm." a low grunt was all he could muster.

"I bet you want to sit in your big chair while Ginny gets on her knees in front of you, don't you?

Another grunt and gasp was the best he could do. Cathy's stroking increased in speed and pressure.

"I bet you want her to take your big, thick cock between her wet lips and suck it, don't you?" Her stroking continued its maddening pace and Sam's chest sucked and heaved as she drove his ship "Is that it, sweetie? Do you want our youth pastor Ginny to suck your big cock?"

Sam shuddered at the thought, the image racing across his mind. Like an eruption from inside his chest a sound shot up out of his throat; one word, long and loud: "Yes!"

"Oh yeah, I know you do, baby," Cathy dripped through a Cheshire grin, her hand slipping up and down her husband's turgid member, "I bet it's been so long since she's sucked a cock; I bet she doesn't suck cock for her husband. I bet she'd go crazy on your perfect cock. I bet she'd even take it into her throat; is that what you want?"

"Uh-huh," Sam lurched out of his throat. He did wonder. What did Ginny do behind closed doors? Did she suck her husband's cock? What would it be like if she sucked his? Oh God, what would it be like?

"Oh yeah," Cathy continued, stroking him long, stroking him good, "and when you're nice and hard I bet you'd push her naked body back onto your desk, wouldn't you? And then I know you'd taste her sweet, perfect cunt, wouldn't you? Because you're a good boy, aren't you?"

Only a nod between gasps this time as Cathy sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sam's body with each slick stroke.

"Yeah, you would," Cathy smiled at her husband's delicious admission, "I bet she'd be so wet for you, honey, I bet she'd taste so sweet," She was turning herself on now as she fabricated this impossible scenario. "And then I bet she'd beg for your big cock; she'd beg you for it, and you'd give it to her, wouldn't you, baby? Right there on the desk you'd push all the way into her; all the way into Ginny's sweet, sweet cunt."

"Oh my God," Sam gasped as his wife expertly pleasured his mind and his body simultaneously. He felt so awful, so wrong, picturing the new, young youth pastor splayed out on his desk, writhing and moaning as he fed her body his hard cock, but it's like Cathy said; it was just fantasy. A fantasy he was sharing with his wife. It felt wrong, but oh so right.

"And then you'd fuck her, wouldn't you? You'd fuck her hard, you'd fuck her good, .you'd fuck her better than her husband," Cathy's whispers grew more and more sultry as her slippery fist moved faster and faster. "That girl would be so wet for you, and you'd give her everything she wanted. Would she cum for you? Would you make sure that tight cunt spasmed and squeezed on your big cock, honey?"

"Yes, oh god, yes!" Sam was racing toward the edge, his breath coming heavy and fast. Cathy's hand was like lightning on his cock, summoning the white hot boil in his loins to the surface.

"And what about you, baby? Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna give Ginny your hot, sweet cum?"

"Uh-huh," he gasped, "uh-huh!"

"Where are you gonna give it to her, baby? Are you gonna cum in her sweet cunt? Or maybe on her perfect tits? Or maybe.." Cathy bit Sam's earlobe as she went in for the kill, "maybe our sweet youth pastor Ginny wants you to cum all over her face!"

"Oh Jesus!" Sam shouted as the image sped through his body like a bolt of lightning

"Yeah, that's it; on her knees, those big eyes looking up at you, and that's when she says 'do it, Sam, cum for me; cum all over my face!'"

White light exploded behind Sam's eyes, and his whole body tensed and spasmed. Cathy cooed into his ear but kept her deliberate stroking pace as she felt his cock flex hard in her hands, his balls jump, and then the first thick, white rope leapt excitedly from his tip.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it!" Cathy couldn't stop smiling as her husband moaned and wailed. Cathy continued to milk his throbbing member, and he poured and sprayed his hot cum up out of his cock, splattering on his naked body and dripping down her stroking, loving hand. She loved it when he orgasmed. She loved making him orgasm.

Cathy slowed her stroking as Sam started to return to earth.

"Oh my God, babe, Oh my God," he started laughing through deep breaths, overwhelmed by the pure sensory overload.

"That was a good one, wasn't it, sweetie?" She cooed, kissing him gently on the neck.

"I'll say," he chuckled again before letting out one final, big exhale signaling his completion.

"Let me get you a towel," she said with a kiss, then slinked to her feet. Before she turned away, she made sure Sam saw her raise her cum-covered hand up to her mouth and lick at his thick juice like an ice cream cone. Sam's cock bounced with a thick throb. She winked and reached down for a towel to clean him up.

Even in her big t-shirt she looked so sexy to him. He could see her hard nipples forcing their way through the fabric, and sighed at the heart shape her ass formed when she bent down to retrieve the towel.

Sam admired her as she lovingly wiped his cum off his body; he couldn't believe this was his wife. He couldn't believe the pleasure she'd been bringing him lately, the pleasure they'd been bringing each other, or that they were sharing such new amazing experiences this deep into their marriage. He couldn't believe how freely she dictated a fantasy involving someone they both knew. A fantasy that ended with him spraying cum all over the new youth pastor's face. A fantasy he couldn't admit he didn't have. Suddenly a thought came to him

"That was amazing, Cath," he said as she finished him up, "but I want you to know, I've never, I mean I would never,"

Even after all they had just experienced, saying the words felt awkward and difficult.

"I know, Sam," she said with a smile; she knew exactly what he was getting at, "that's why it's a fantasy. It's all safe. It's all pretend. It's all ok."

What a woman.

"I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile.

"I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam.

"That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers.

"Mmm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle.

"Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired,

"The guy?"

"The guy in your fantasy, the guy using you?"

Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smoky eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up."

She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep.

It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, cunt soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband, by Roger, by both of them.

Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately.

Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure

She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him.

It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor.

It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young cunt, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be.

It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it?

But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it.

Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore.

Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face; the only guy, the only time; and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for her. All for her.

Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came.

All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy.

Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her, and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers.

By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.