She kept her mouth on mine as I sat there, my head supported by the seat back of the leather couch but the rest of my body paralysed, as all my senses concentrated on the sweet gift my wife-my lover-had just given me. Our tongues played with the slippery snowball, swishing it around in both our mouths as I ladled some back to her.

Eventually my breath ran short, and it was time...time to allow my share of this generous gift to slide down my throat and burn its way into heart of creampie cuckold. I pulled my face back from Ginger's, then looked into her twinkling eyes as I showed her I was swallowing the sauce that she had, just moments before, sucked out of the hole at the end of someone's hard cock. She knew how much this meant to her creampie cuckold, and her eyes sent me their message of love, lust, naughtiness, and pride as she licked her own lips clean of a stray line of sticky guy goo.

Laughter and sounds of exhausted but keen appreciation rang out behind us, and I turned to see a naked Mario leaning on the butcher block that separates the kitchen from the living room, breathing hard to catch his wind.

"Wooooo, that was hot, creampie cuckold, wwwwwowwwww" he was gasping. I was starting to comprehend what had happened. Clearly, he had been in the car with Ginger when she had entered the garage, and he must have gone into one of the bedrooms downstairs while Ginger had come upstairs to first greet me. And Ginger must have gone back to him while I, creampie cuckold, unsuspecting, had continued to read my newspaper. I did know from emails that he had been saving himself for a few days in order to be full of sperm for a visit with us on (or so I had thought) Sunday.

But she had another surprise for creampie cuckold. She went upstairs for a couple of moments, then came back down and suggested I check out the computer screen in our bedroom.