28 comments/ 153688 views/ 21 favorites Patti, The Jack-Off Queen By: jack jackson This story features a wife who has sex with other men and a husband who's ok with that. Find another one to read if you don't like that subject. All characters are fictional; the views expressed do not reflect; be 18 or older; please vote early and often; comments always welcome. * * * * * Despite growing up horny like every healthy male, fantasizing about sex and jacking off every chance I could when I was in high school, I didn't have much experience with women, even when I was in college. My friends would brag about who they were banging or how many women they had fucked in the past month, but I had to remain silent, living vicariously and envious of their exploits and accomplishments. Truth be told, by the time I had finished college and a couple of years of graduate school, earning my master's decree and beginning my career in the real world, I had noticed that my horniness had dropped off quite a bit, and I was very content jerking myself off only once a week or so, usually even less frequently. I had been in the work world for a few years when I finally met the 'love of my life,' Patti. Her bubbly personality and free spirit made me smile from the first time that I saw her, and it didn't hurt that she had a great body on her petite little frame. For some reason, she liked me, too, and very quickly we were an established couple and engaged to be married. Also unbelievable, these days, is that we were both virgins when we met. I had a hard time believing that such a little hottie had never had sex before, but she explained that she had grown up in a VERY small town and that her parents had scared her so much about what they'd do to her if she ever did have sex with one of the many boys who took her out that she had vowed never to break her promise. More amazing was that she had actually kept that promise and had saved herself for the man she was going to marry, who happened—incredibly enough—to be me. So I felt blessed to have found her and never hesitated in getting married. I made enough at my job that she didn't have to work, so she had time to take care of the house, to cook dinner and meet me when I got home, and time for herself as well while I was working. We were excited about being newlyweds and soon were a happily married couple. We got along in practically every way—except sexually. While we screwed like rabbits the first month or so of our relationship, as much as three times a week, our frequency quickly declined. It's not that I wasn't thinking about sex and fantasizing practically all the time; it's just that my body didn't have the drive to make things happen, I felt no urgency and really didn't have erections between times, even in the mornings. This had always been true for me—I remember hearing my buddies talking about 'morning wood' and being mystified until one of them clarified it for me. I just happen to have a very low sex drive, despite my thinking about sex as much as anyone else. Patti and I were quite open with one another about things, and in talking about it, we soon discovered the problems. Despite my having waited so long for a serious relationship and to find the woman of my dreams, I just didn't find myself getting that excited physically when we were having sex. In fact, and this was something I was very reluctant to admit to her—and even to myself—I got even more physical pleasure out of jacking off. The funny thing is, when she pressed and pressed and pressed me to tell her my feelings and needs, and I finally told her how much better I liked jacking off, she laughed, a huge smile spread across her face, and she practically jumped up and down in joy. "I can't believe it!" she said. "Jack, I've been telling myself that fucking you was just one of my wifely duties and that I'd have to accept it. It has been a disappointment to me, too, after all these years of waiting. I love being close to you and the idea of making you feel good, but it just doesn't feel as good as everyone says. In fact, I've been asking myself what the big deal is about sex. I just don't feel much when you're inside of me. I suppose I don't have much sensitivity there." My feelings were hurt, and I didn't understand what she was so happy about. "But why are you so happy about that, Patti?" "Because, my dear, jacking you off has been my favorite fantasy ever since we started going out! I've always wanted to, but you've seemed so determined to have sex the more conventional way." I laughed with her then, relieved, realizing that we both had been forcing ourselves to fuck in order to make one another feel good but neither of us had been getting much out of it. Talking openly about it now, we soon determined exactly what we each liked. She loved it when I performed oral sex on her, and as soon as I had given her a chance to masturbate me, I was immediately addicted. Though straight fucking hadn't done much for me, just not enough friction or something, I simply couldn't believe how expert she was at jacking me off. I had been playing with myself for, what, about twelve years or so, yet she did a better job on me on her first try! We were both delighted with our new arrangement, which involved me eating her out to several orgasms as she sat on my face, then she would lube up her hand, make me lay back in bed, and stroke me off to a fantastic orgasm. Everything was just perfect, though she did seem to develop quite an appetite and wanted to get together practically every day, while I was still fine with maybe once a week. I offered to eat her out daily with her playing with my cock only when we got together on Saturdays. She smiled and agreed to this, but after a few months of this routine, I noticed that she didn't seem as fulfilled as she had been. I prodded her, asking her why she wasn't happy with having her juicy pussy serviced on a daily basis, and after a little pouting, she told me that she had the urge to jerk me off more often, that it really excited her when she made me come, that she could even bring herself to an orgasm when she was jacking me. "But, Patti, I just don't have the energy to come on a regular basis more than once a week or so." "I know, honey, and that's ok. I just wish you did, cause I looove to give handjobs, always have in fact. I really love sliding my hand up your nice, slick little cock and making you squirm and then pumping that sticky sperm out of you. It's just such an empowering, exciting thing for me." I wondered to myself about what she meant about 'always' having loved to give handjobs, but I didn't ask her what exactly she meant then. I just said, "Well, you know, it's pretty damn exciting for me, too, but once a week is all I can handle." So we continued as we had been doing for quite some time, though I kept myself reminded of what she had said about how much she loved to jerk me off and wanted to do it more. She did have a very effective technique, and I marveled at her expertise. Her hand fit nicely around my cock when she was jerking me, so she was able to cover every bit of it with each stroke. She variously used her free hand, to tug on my balls, to rub my chest and thighs, or, my personal favorite, to hold the base of my cock, pulling down on the skin so that it was stretched super tight and felt ready to explode as she gripped my cock firmly and slid her 'working' hand up and down my lubed shaft. Using this method, she was able to make me come in less than two minutes when she wanted to, even when I had started completely soft. She also seemed to enjoy being in control, and teased me gently as she jacked me. Though she said that she wanted me to last longer so she could keep doing it, she did everything she could to finish me off as quickly as possible. Under her hands, she knew that I didn't have any control, and she reveled in her powers. She would say things like, "Come on, honey, I'm not tired yet. You should be able to last lots longer, can't you? But this feels really good, doesn't it?" She gave me a sly smile. "I know your balls are full and your little cock can't hold back much longer," she teased. I would be almost paralyzed with pleasure, straining my utmost to hold back from erupting, yet her voice would inevitably send me over the edge. "Come on, I know your nuts want to push that sticky stuff flying out. Make a mess for me. Shoot that come for me, baby. Spray your jizz all over. I want you to cover my hand with it." My cock convulsed every time before she could finish her speech, and I'd be left with my semen spread on my cockhead and her hand as she reached for a tissue to clean up with. Then one day Patti came home all excited, because one of her girlfriends, whom she met at the gym where they both work out, had told her something very surprising. It seems that Laney was not exactly the 'massage therapist' that she had told Patti when they had met. "What do you mean? So what is she? She's been lying to you?" I said, recognition slowly dawning on me. "No, silly, she just left out some of the details." "You mean, she . . ." "YES!" Patti practically shouted, "she works in a place where men come to get jerked off!" Naïve as I was, I had no idea that such a place existed. Yet I found the whole idea very exciting, and I pressed her for details. "She said that she makes $40 each time, which she does have to split with the guy to runs the shop, still, that leaves her with $20 a pop. And she said she's so busy that Bill, the owner, told her he's thinking about looking for a new girl to help out. Laney also told me that though she enjoys the work, she would like a little more down time, so she would have a little time between sessions and could take a lunch break now and then." Then she looked closely at me with a happy gleam in her eye and asked, "So what do you think, Jack?" "What do you mean?" I said, stupidly. Seems that I'm always a bit slow to figure things out. "Can I try it?" "You mean . . .? Are you crazy!" I was shocked that she would even consider it. Over the next few days, though, I turned the idea over in my mind. I knew that we loved each other deeply and were totally committed to one another. And I also knew that I wanted most of all for Patti to be happy, to feel fulfilled and contented with herself. And I knew that she would really love it, and it would keep her from feeling frustrated and keep me from feeling guilty about not being available for her magic hands all of the time. I brought the matter up again at dinner one evening. "Ok, Patti, remember what we were talking about the other day?" She looked at me quizzically. "About helping out your friend Laney?" "You mean . . .? You're going to let me do it?" She practically jumped into my arms she was so excited. "Oh my god! I can't wait! That'll be so cool. Thank you thank you thank you." She was so excited she insisted on jerking me off right then. It happened to be Saturday, so we soon found ourselves in bed in the middle of the day and in a matter of moments her silky hand was smoothly gliding up my proud 5" shaft. Thinking about what I had agreed for her to do, this afternoon I lasted less than a minute under her ministrations, shooting what was quite a wad for me, almost a teaspoonful, one spurt flying up a full inch or two into the air I was so excited. "Oh, my! Somebody's excited about our decision," she said in surprise. I hadn't realized it, but the idea of my Patti jerking off some stranger had really gotten me excited. I don't understand it myself, as it goes against conventional wisdom about fidelity and marriage and so on, but for some reason I found myself fantasizing about watching her stroking off another guy. I suppose I'm some kind of a pervert. Or perhaps it's that I like watching her being aroused so much, like that's a way that I can participate in her pleasure without exhausting myself. After she had jerked me, she sat on my face and had me eat her to several orgasms before she would let me up. Her juices were flowing easily, and I found her pussy soaking wet, covering my face and neck and hands with her secretions. I lapped up everything I could, eagerly performing my duties to her, though at one point she did get a little over-excited, covering my nose and my mouth with her crotch and the same time and cutting off my breath for a minute as she slid around on my face writhing in ecstasy. When I came home on Monday, she was all excited to talk with me. She told me that she had met Bill and he had agreed for her to start work the next day, working the day shift each day, from 10-4, taking care of all those married men who visited during the week. "Didn't he need to check your references or something? I'm surprised you were able to be hired so quickly," I said. "Well, honey, it's not like my previous employers could tell him anything about my talents in this area," she smiled. "I did have to jerk him off, though." "What!!?" She pouted, "Don't be surprised, Hon. It's no big deal. After all, this is what I'm going to be doing everyday." I realized that she was right. And it suddenly hit me that this was indeed what she was going to be doing—jacking off strangers! I couldn't believe how quickly and easily she and I, two middle-class, normal individuals, had moved into accepted this. "So. How was it, Patti?" She got a big smile on her face. "You mean, jerking off Bill? I have to tell you, it was just fantastic. He was half-hard before I even got him out of his pants." "You had to pull his cock out? I thought he was the one who was guiding you along." "Well, it happened so fast, dear. He told me I'd have to show him that I could do it, so I stepped right up to him, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. I have to tell you, it was a really nice one, with a big head and veins popping out up and down the shaft as it quickly got harder." Though only two days had passed since she had last jerked me off, I was surprised to find myself actually getting a little hard as she described their encounter. She told me all the details, and I was a bit jealous to hear how big his cock was (7½" ) and how he had shot about six spurts when he came, even getting all over her. I don't know why it excited me so to hear about what she had done, I suppose it was because it was so exciting to her and I knew that she was really having fun talking about it. "A couple of shots even landed on my boobs, too!," she said. "How's that? You mean your boobs were exposed?" I said, shocked at what she had said. "Yes, dear. Laney didn't quite prepare me for that part of the job, though she did say something about sometimes going further than hand jobs. But apparently most of the customers need to see my tits, to help him get their cocks hard. Bill explained things to me and needed to see mine to make sure that they'd be 'right' for the customers." I should have known that she would have to show her tits, but it had upset me some to hear about it that way, after the fact and everything. She was a little worried by my initial reaction, but I quickly reassured her that I was ok with everything and just wanted her to be happy. "As long and you don't mind, Patti, I'm ok with it. It does make sense that some guys will need a little extra to get hard. Just do what you need to do." She gave me a big hug. "I'm glad you understand, dear. Thank you!" The next day, when I left for work, I left a very excited and bubbly Patti, eager to get off on her first day on the job. When I returned that night, she was so excited she could hardly contain herself as she told me all about her day. "It was just wonderful, honey. I jerked off six guys, and it was so much fun. One of them was even black, and I've never jerked off a black guy before." "Do you think it's going to satisfy those aches and urges you've been having, Patti?" "Yes. Oh, it was so much fun. Two of them even told me that I was the hand-job queen. But you know what, honey?" She smiled. Handling all those cocks really made me horny—I'm about to die. I can't wait until after supper." She raced into our bedroom, with me close behind, and straddled my face and started wriggling in her pleasure. She was really wet and horny, and I made her squirm to repeated orgasms. After a while, she tired herself out, climbed off of me, gave me a quick kiss, and scampered in to finish dinner preparations. Soon after she started working there, I had a day when I didn't have to go in until late morning, as the early meeting had cancelled. So we had a leisurely morning together and I was there when she started getting dressed for work. As I was getting myself dressed, I watched her put on a very sexy pair of sheer, red panties, no bra, and a ragged pair of pants and an old sweatshirt. "That's how you're going to dress? Aren't you worried that your customers will be turned off by those clothes?," I asked. "But these are just for the drive, dear. I wear only panties while I'm there." "What? I thought you just took off your top and bra for customers that needed a little help, Patti." "Oh, hon. You said I could do 'whatever they needed', and the fact is, as I quickly discovered, they all do better when they have my tits and body to look at as I jerk them. I found myself putting my clothes back on and then having to take them off again each session, and I just decided that there was no point in all of that. This way saves a lot of time and trouble, and besides, Bill keeps the building quite warm for us, so we're not at all uncomfortable." This all made sense to me, but I was a little anxious about how much skin she was showing. Sometimes she had modeled her panties for me, and I knew how they looked. Tits are one thing, but she was almost completely exposed in those panties. When she bent over, her panties pulled tightly against her pussy and her full, prominent labia bulged against the material. She has always kept her pussy neatly waxed so there was no hair to interfere with the view. Often one side of the crotch would work its way into her slit and leave half her pussy exposed. Since she seemed stay wet practically all the time, her sheer panties were especially revealing as they became completely see-through when they got moist. In the back they were practically thongs, and her entire butt was on display. I felt horny just getting a glimpse of her in her sheer panties and thinking about what her horny customers' reactions must be as they enjoyed the great view. Several weeks went by, with each day just like the first one. I had never seen Patti look so fulfilled or happy, and though I had had some reservations about this arrangement initially, I was feeling great about it and congratulated myself for being so open-minded about it. Each evening, Patti would come home with a contented, dazed look in her eyes like she had been to an amusement park. She would push me down on the couch or bed or even the kitchen floor, and have me suck out her juicy cunt and eat her to orgasm. Sometime she was so excited from her experiences at Club Palm that she came just from the touch of my tongue to her pussy. A week or two after she started working, one evening while she was straddling my face, she told me that they wanted her to do even more at the club. "Meaning . . .?" "Some of the customers have been asking for blow jobs, Jack. I talked to Bill about it, and he seemed surprised that I wasn't already offering that service. 'It's a good way to make some extra money, Patti,' he told me. What do you think, Jack, can I do it?" I tried to think while she was up over my face, swaying her beautiful pussy over my mouth, just out of reach of my tongue. "Umm, that's a pretty big step, dear. Why don't you tell Bill that you're just not interested?" Patti, The Jack-Off Queen "But I AM interested." "You are?" She giggled as she continued denying me her pussy, kneeling inches above my face. "Yes, Hon, I really am. I know it's giving them more, but it's not like I care about them. I just find myself excited by the idea. Why, the first one who asked, he really begged, and as I watched his big cock swelling under my fingers, I realized I was actually salivating and imagining myself sucking on his big swollen cock." She looked down into my eyes with a pleading look. "Maybe I wouldn't like it, and it's not like I'd be doing it for every customer, but I'd really like to try." I figured it wouldn't happen too often and might even be another week or two before another customer asked. And I quietly thought to myself that the reality would disappoint her, she'd choke or gag and feel degraded and uncomfortable and not want to try again and that would be the end of it. "Well, since it sounds so important to you, I'm willing for you to try it out. Why don't you suck off the next customer who asks and see how it goes?" She clapped her hands in delight and smooshed her pussy right down on my face and let me suck her to a huge orgasm. I one day that she was a little more tired when she came home, and I figured the fun of the job was fading a bit, and that maybe she had given one of the customers a blowjob and been disappointed that it hadn't measured up to her expectations. I asked her in bed one night, "So, Patti, have you had a chance to try one of those big cocks in your hungry little mouth?" "Yes! It's been just great! The word sure has been getting around, believe it or not, but I'm giving a blowjob to practically every customer. It was really busy today, I guess because of the big conference that's in town. I didn't hardly get a break—22 blowjobs today, dear!" she said, with a hint of pride in her voice. I felt a little upset to hear that. "But, we said that you'd just try it out." "To see if I like it. And I do! 'Whatever makes the customers need,' you said." I turned over and went to sleep, having visions of my little wife the cocksucker. I didn't know quite how I felt about things, but they sure seemed to be developing quickly. I finally convinced myself that Patti was right, that a blowjob or two didn't hurt anyone, and she did enjoy it. She had also convinced me, reasoning along the same lines, to be ok with her letting some of the customers play with her bare pussy. "I think some of them are a bit like you, dear, and they get most excited if they've got a pussy in their hands. I could let them give me a little fingering if they wanted. In fact," she added, I accidentally tried it for the first time today." "'Accidentally'?" "Well, this was the first time I've worn my crotchless panties, and one of my horny regulars, Butch, who has a really big one," she giggled and continued, "Anyway, he reached down and started playing with my pussy while I was bending over his side and sucking on his cock. I was so into what I was doing I was completely wet and horny, and I just let him and when he squirted in my mouth, I had a huge orgasm at the same time. It was just great!" I didn't say anything. "And besides, Jack, they'd probably come a lot sooner that way, too, so I wouldn't have to suck for quite as long. This could really helps with the bigger ones or if I don't like the smell of his cock or something." She had a point, so I reluctantly said I was fine with it. "Well, if you're really comfortable about and if that's what you have to do to take care of their needs, then you can do what you need to do. I hope you'll stop there." "Oh, I will, Jack! I mean, it's a massage parlor, not a brothel!" That made me feel better about everything, and we dropped the subject. Soon after that, I noticed that her pussy had been getting a lot juicier when I ate her out, much wetter than previously. She must have really been enjoying sucking on those cocks, I thought, since they're making her so horny. I loved the taste, more than before. Somehow being horny all day made her pussy more pungent and creamy, with a gamier taste, and lots of juice coming out from deep inside. She got into the habit of pushing me down as soon as she got home and making me suck her off right away she was so horny. I enjoyed her eagerness and greedily slurped up everything as she squirmed to repeated orgasms. One morning, I found myself feeling a little under the weather, a bad head cold or something, and I called in to work and told them I was taking a sick day. Patti was worried about me and asked if she should stay and take care of me for the day, but I told her I was fine and she should go on to work. She kissed me goodbye and headed off to work, and I fell asleep for a while. I woke up about an hour and half later and felt much better. Maybe all I needed was a nap, I thought. I considered going in to work, but then I thought again about how much Patti was enjoying her job. I had been wanting to see what the place looked like, and I thought I might drop by, check in on her, and see if she had time to go out for a bite. This was on a Friday, so it had almost been a week since she had jerked me, and I realized that I was feeling a little horny early. Then I had an idea. What if I pretended to be one of her customers? I was so excited by the idea that I immediately got dressed and drove out. Bill introduced himself to me when I arrived. I told him who I was, and that I hoped it would be ok if I was one of Patti's customers today. Bill laughed and said, "Sure, but it will be an hour or so, as she's with someone right now and has a couple of regular customers waiting already." Then he got a glint in his eye and asked me if I'd like to get a peek right now. I didn't know what he was talking about, but told him yes. He led me quietly down a hall, through a small room and to a wall with a picture hanging on it. He gestured for me to be quiet, turned out the light in the room, and removed the picture. The view in front of me was shocking. I was looking through a one-way glass and watching my beautiful, intercourse-hating wife sitting astride some guy with a huge cock, pistoning her pussy up and down on him and apparently screaming with pleasure at what she was experiencing. Stunned, I didn't move or say anything; I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring at what I was seeing. Her eyes were clenched shut as if she were in mid-orgasm, with one hand rubbing on her tits and her other thrumming her clit as she repeatedly impaled herself on the big fat cock she was fucking. "You picked a great day to come by," said Bill, "she's really been lining them up since she started offering the full-service option." My eyes didn't leave her as I dumbly nodded at what he was telling me. "I've been encouraging her to go all the way ever since she started here," he continued, "because that's what our customers mostly expect, but she's only recently started doing it. And don't worry—you're not the first husband I've seen who likes to watch. Don't be shy on my account. Go ahead and pull it out if you like, I don't mind." I noticed that my cock was harder than it had ever been, and I felt an irresistible urge to masturbate. Despite Bill's being right there beside me, I pulled out my cock and started jacking off, unable to hold off. Snorting with amusement, Bill continued the nearly one-way conversation. "No wonder she has to come out here for her pleasure." Surprised by everything that was happening and ashamed at what he had said and by my body's own reaction, I realized that he was right. And I realized that what he had suggested about my cock was true, too—mine was indeed small. I looked over at Bill, who had pulled out his cock, which also dwarfed my own, and started lazily jacking on it, as if to show me what a real cock should look like. No wonder Patti hadn't felt much from intercourse—she just couldn't get much sensation from the loose way my cock fit her pussy. Despite all these confused feelings I was having, I was still so excited that I couldn't believe it, and I didn't even try to stop jacking or hide what I was doing. It only took a few more strokes and I was squirting my load, watching as it flowed out of my cockhead, dripping onto the floor. A few drops even got flung onto the wall right in front of me and began to ooze down the wall as I shook in orgasmic spasm and almost lost my senses for a moment I came so hard. Patti and the guy she was 'massaging' changed positions after a few minutes, and it was his turn to do the work. I watched as she knelt down on all fours, and he proceeded to ram his cock up her doggie style. Whereas I had never had any difficulty in penetrating her, I could see that each time he pulled out and they changed positions, it took some effort, on both their parts, for him to fit his cock back inside her cunt. They both grunted each time, and I could tell that it was a great pleasure to them. After a while, he sped up his pace and I could tell that he was getting ready to come. I wondered how close he would time his pulling out with his orgasm, hoping that he wouldn't cut it too close and risk coming inside her. Then I say him slow down, and take a couple of huge, deep pushes and then stop, deep inside of her, his butt cheeks clenching and his whole body shaking. I realized that he hadn't pulled out, that he hadn't intended to at all. Afterward, he and Patti lay on the bed gasping for breath and recovering. Patti's legs were obscenely splayed out, and I could clearly see her swollen, red pussy glistening with their juices. I was grossed out by the mess he had made of her beautiful pussy and watched as what seemed like a stream of white sticky come began oozing out of her, suggesting nothing less than a glazed, cream-filled donut that has just been squeezed in the middle. Her customer was watching too, and he smoothly reached down his hand and, scooping up a puddle of come, he brought it to her mouth and fed it to her hungry mouth, which greedily licked and sucked every drop from his fingers and hands. Feeling upset and a bit ashamed and very confused, I stumbled out of the room and drove on home to await her return. I didn't know what I was going to do or say. The images of her pleasure, her unfaithfulness, and my own response haunted my every thought as I waited for her arrival. At her usual time, Patti returned home and greeted me. I had felt sick again when I got home and had crawled back into bed. She gave me a kiss and then looked at me. "Oh, Jack! I've got so much to tell you!" she began, then she noticed my face. "What's wrong, Jack? Is it your cold? You look upset." "I am upset, Patti. I took a nap and felt better, and then decided to come visit you at your work. Bill showed me into a room where I could watch you at work." "Oh, Jack! I'm so glad you finally came out to see me at work!" Surprised by her nonchalance, I said, "Patti, you never told me you're fucking those guys!" "But, dear, you told me to do whatever I needed to do, to make the customers happy. I thought you knew what I was doing. You mean you didn't? Why did you think I've been so juicy and horny lately?" "I guess I thought you were enjoying giving the blowjobs." "I am! And I'm sorry I hadn't gotten around to telling you, but I didn't want you to feel upset or worry about what I was doing. And I do love the fucking. You remember that we had thought that I didn't have any sensations inside my pussy and that fucking wasn't pleasurable for me? Now I know that I just love it! "It wasn't really a conscious decision either, hon. I was lying on top of one of my regulars, rubbing my horny pussy up and down his especially huge cock, trying to get him all the way hard and ready to shoot off quickly. This one is so big that it made my mouth really tired the previous time I had sucked him. So I was sliding up and down on him, getting his cock really wet with my juices and making him super horny and ready to come, and he had reached one hand down as I slid my pussy toward the top of his cock and lifted it up and popped the head right into my pussy just as I started a downstroke. Oh my god! I couldn't believe how full I instantly felt! I slid all the way down and just stayed there for a minute trying to adjust to his size and get used to that feeling. My pussy was positively tingling with pleasure. Then he grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and down spearing my insides with each stroke of that huge piece of meat. It was just out of this world. I started having a continuous orgasm. He rolled us over and began banging at my full pussy and just really stretching me out. When he came, I actually passed out, Jack!" I just stared at her, my cock straining and harder than it's ever been as she told her story. "And, hon, I've figured out why I thought I didn't like to be fucked. It's just that I need a bigger cock to fuck than you've been able to give me. I love you alone and no one else, Jack. I wish you had enough to fuck me with, but we both know that you don't. I need what those big cocks can do for me and I'm so glad you've let me find that out about myself. "I still love having you eat me out, best of all, and it's even better now that you've been cleaning out those messes and soothing my sore pussy after all of that hard fucking I've been doing. Even after all those orgasms in the day, I'm still hornier than ever. I just love sitting on your face, dear." She smiled sweetly at me after this amazing confession. "Now, dear, I'm horny after a full day of work, and my pussy's sore. I need you to eat me out, just as you always do." "But, Patti, you've still got all of that sperm in you!" "Jack, what do you think you've been sucking out of me for the past few days? Even my pussy doesn't make that much juice! And you told me just the other day how good I tasted, that you liked all my wetness. Now, I'm not going to let a little misunderstanding get you out of your duty." Before I could form the words for a protest, she climbed up on the bed, squatted down over my head, and shoved her soaking pussy into my face. Once again, I smelled the beautiful aroma of her lusty, juicy cunt, knowing for the first time that I had been cleaning her out from the many customers who fucked her during the day, making deposits for me to retrieve. Not knowing whether to feel upset or happy or turned on or repulsed, I let my mouth do my thinking and my tongue do the work, and I busied myself cleaning out my Patti's swollen, gooey, yummy pussy.