Sharing My Wife – Part 3

Philip was always calm and collected, but he did look a little nervous. “Ummmm….”

“It’s probably my husband,” Amanda told him. “It’s ok, go ahead and see what he says.”

Philip lifted her phone. He pursed his lips as he scanned my text, reading through it twice to make sure he understood. “What?” my wife asked curiously. He showed her the phone, scrolling through the message for her so she could read it to its entirety.

Amanda looked up at her partner for tonight when she was finished reading. “Well?” she asked. “What are you waiting for? I’m hungry.”

The ponytailed Asian shook his head in disbelief again. “You two are incredible, neither of you know any bounds whatsoever. Then again, I’m not complaining.”

With one hand, Philip grabbed Amanda her own ponytail to keep her head in place, and with his other hand crammed his swollen member back into her mouth. He thrusted his hips back and forth in short, powerful burst, making sure my wife felt the girth of his manhood gliding against the slick walls of her throat. It wasn’t long before she felt him growing even hotter in her mouth.

Philip’s entire body began to quiver. But instead of unloading inside of her, he pulled out again and hastily spun towards the table, almost losing his balance in the process. Stroking himself furiously, he sprayed his cum all over her plate of food, thick spurts of milky white semen spewing forth all over the pasta and even on the slice of bread. My wife’s eyes widened, and she urged him on with lewd, sexy words. After some loud moans and grunts, Philip’s ejaculation began to gradually subside, and he waggled his cock over the glass to deposit his final cumdrops into the wine.

Once he was finished dousing her meal with his spunk, Philip collapsed onto the chair next to Amanda. He was gasping and sweating, leaning back so far that he was almost sliding off the chair. My wife eyes flicked between his cut, chiseled body as he was breathing and the plate of delicious spaghetti, which almost appeared to have as much semen in it as red sauce!

Finally, Philip composed himself and lifted the slice of bread and knife from the table. Casually, he began spreading his thick cum over the bread like butter. Once the slice was completely covered, he very gently wiped the flat of the knife on my wife’s breasts to clean it, then brought the bread to her lips.

Amanda, still bound to the chair with her own bra and covered in food, inhaled deeply. “This is going to taste as good as it smells,” she said, before taking a bite. Philip slowly fed her the rest of the cum-covered slice until she ate it all. “May I have a sip of wine, please?”

Philip nodded and reached for the wine glass. He had noticed that a thick white glob had gathered at the bottom of the drink. He took a spoon and quickly swirled it in the wine. It took a long while to break up the thick semen and mix it in completely. Once he was finished, Philip brought the wine glass to my wife’s lips, gently lifting it as she took several sips. When she was satisfied, he set the wine glass down, and begin twirling the plate of spaghetti with a fork. Just like he had to mix his spunk into the wine, so, too, did he have to blend his semen into the pasta.