Unexpected Snowball

Unexpected Snowball (bi-ish)

My wife's friend, Betty, was possibly the hottest woman I'd ever laid eyes on. If I'm being honest she's hotter than my own wife. The only thing that could possibly be hotter than either of them would be both of them, like in a lesbian scene. She's also my wife's best friend and the wife of my best friend. And they live right next door to us.

As much as my mind surges with lust in moments of weakness and my dick stirs when I catch a glimpse of Betty at the wrong time, though I would never do anything to jeopardize my marriage.

My wife on the other hand is a thousand times sexier than the overly blunt blonde next door. My dark haired wife is an angel and a wicked vixen all at once. She calms my spirit in stressful times and stirs up wild trouble in the bedroom, which is often exciting, but sometimes over the line. Naturally, I forgive her.

I'm more staid. I'm perfectly happy with vanilla sex. I have no fetishes. None at all. In fact, she says I have an anti-fetish because I find cum to be revolting. Even my own. I never want to see it. I don't want to touch it. And really it's best deposited deep inside a pussy never to reemerge.

Sometimes precum drips out of my dick too early. My wife wants to play with it. Rub it on her nipples. Use it as lube to ease the passage into her tight pussy. (But I know there's a reason they invented lube: clear, clean, sterile, KY Jelly.) She even says she prefers the taste of precum to regular cum, though she likes them both. I always insist she rinses out her mouth whenever she tastes any. It's possible I may be a little OCD with a phobia, not of germs, but cum. It's a good thing I'm not gay.

Anyway, recently she took to playing a game with me. Anytime we made a bargain or just agreed on something she would declare, "Let's seal it with a kiss." It was a delicious innocent game -- or so I thought.

One evening she caught me in the kitchen a minute after I came home from work. She was wearing pure white lingerie. It was the bridal set I hadn't seen since our wedding night. She embraced me with a steamy kiss then fell to her knees. "Do you like my snow-white outfit?"

"Very much! You're as beautiful as the day we married. You deserve the all white clothing too since you're as faithful as any bride and I know you would never cheat on me."

She smiled a crooked smile, "Not without permission anyway."

Fishing out my hardening cock she ran her fingers gently up and down it. Next, she swallowed it with more gusto than usual. I was glad she didn't lick the tip first. You never know what might be there.

I'm not one to pull hair or grab her head. So I merely let her suck on it. She bobbed greedily making lots of the sloppy noises I love so much. She sucked hard on the head, her sexy lips wrapped tightly around the corona. Then she pushed deep, practicing her deep throat skills. She hasn't succeeded yet but when she does it'll make me a happy man. Then I'll know my cum will go where it'll never be seen again.

Lastly, she tugged and rubbed my balls. But when she moaned, that's what brought me over the edge. The stuff bubbled up from my balls coursing through my urethra. I warned her, "Here it cums!" She never needed my warning. But I felt it helped to assure nothing escaped.

When I came I attempted to put it far enough back to go straight down her throat as usual. But she gagged this time, which is not at all normal for her, and we failed to put it safely to rest.

She stood up gracefully, staring into my eyes with her own burning lust. I Later I could take care of her orally to satisfy that need she had. I reached to get her a glass of water -- to gargle with.

She held the glass. "Do you still love me as much after all these years!" (It had only been three.)

"You know I do babe. I love you more every day."

She giggled mysteriously, "Oh, you're the best, honey! Let's seal it with a kiss." And she leaned in to kiss me.

Of course, I was never unaware of where my cum was and I wouldn't be so easily tricked. I pulled away, "Eww! Gross!" Then I nudged the glass up to her lips and watched carefully as she drank.

She twirled and showed off her sexy body, "Come on Frederick. (She always called me by my full name rather than Rick when she was frustrated.) We can go to that B & B you enjoy upstate. We can even visit your mother for the weekend. Just let me blow you during the car ride and we can seal it with a kiss."

I looked at her askance, "I'm not going to be so easily persuaded to do something so horrible. You'd even see my mother to get what you want? Why?"

She knelt again, rubbing my crotch as if she were going to suck me again. We both knew I was spent for at least half an hour. "When I suck your big powerful cock it fills me with admiration for you. When I taste your cum it's the most intimate act a woman can do. To take that manly power into my being is more than special -- it's like a sacrament." (So now she was resorting to flattery and prose.)

She kissed the front of my pants, caressing my cock with her lips through the material, "And if we shared it, it would be the most intimate caring act a couple could do."

I pulled her up by her diminutive hands and led her to the living room, "Where did you get this nonsense? It's a disgusting bodily fluid, like snot."

"I got the idea from my best friend. She and Barney do it all the time. It's called a snowball. That's why I'm wearing my snow white bridal-wear." I had a hard time picturing my neighbors doing something so perverse. Now he seemed less manly to me and she seemed less perfect.

I said, "Somehow I knew she was behind this. I think you shouldn't be sharing so much with her."

Then she tried waterworks to get her way. Crying, she asked, "Don't you love me? Don't you want to share the most special precious essence with me?"

I held up my left hand to show my ring, "I'm sharing my whole life with you. That's special!" I stared at her lips unconsciously, "Cum is... it's... well, it pollutes everything it touches."

I always wait half an hour after a blowjob before I kiss her. But now she needed comforting and it had only been five minutes. I kissed her forehead reminding myself that she drank the purifying water. Then I kissed her cheek tasting the salty tear. She still needed comforting so I steeled myself and kissed her on the lips. Fortunately, the water had worked.

I put her off, "I'll tell you what. We'll talk about it this next weekend. Maybe with enough alcohol..." Although I thought to myself that she might forget all about it.

On the weekend she had not forgotten about it, "Soo?" She smiled innocently. Seemingly. "Are you ready to show your love?"

"Why do you want this thing?!"

"Don't you have any desires? Anything we haven't done that you crave?"

"Well, no. We've done everything I could want."

I saw her face flit through a range of emotions. Then she had it, "But there is something you want." She was toying with me. "I remember from college that time we found you watching lesbian porn." She stopped for a minute. Trying to decide if she really wanted to say it, "What if Betty and I did a lesbian show for you? You know we experimented in college before you and I started dating?"

I was frozen. She finally had the wedge that just might make me give in. "And I can watch? And jerk off like I used to with lesbian porn?!"

"Well, we'll have to ask Betty. And she might say no. She's married now. Barney will have to give her permission as well... But you'll do it then?"

Then I came to my senses. She wanted me to not only touch cum but to taste it. "Uh, I changed my mind. It's too much."

"Come on Frederick. It tastes good. It's natural. You'll like it once you try it." She begged and pleaded after that but I was resolute.

She tried one more time a couple days later, " What if we do the lesbian thing every time you taste it? Betty says she'll do it if Barney agrees." I hated that she talked to Betty about this stuff. I stood firm. Finally she gave up. Or so I thought.

Weeks later we were in bed. She was running her fingers all over her body, "Imagine my fingers are tweaking Betty's nipples." Now that was hot! Then she caressed her lower lips with one hand while jacking me with the other, "I could explore Betty's pussy for you." Next she brought her fingers to her tongue, "It's been so long since I've tasted a woman. Barney says we can do it for you if you don't fuck her and she does something kinky for him."

It was too much. I shot cum on my stomach without warning. It was scalding hot and burned. In my mind anyway. Afterwards, I took a shower while she sat on the toilet prodding me to comply. "That was so exciting! I barely touched you and you had an orgasm. I could tell it was good. Admit it, you'll do it to see me with Betty."

I had another hard on there in the shower, "Alright. I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"I'll do the sealed with a kiss thing sometime if you do the lesbian thing."

When it was set up we waited anxiously in the living room for Betty to come over. My wife said, "I'm so nervous, I've got butterflies in my stomach."

I kissed her on the lips saying, "I'm sure you'll know what to do. Like riding a bike it'll come right back to you."

She looked at me sideways, "Is that some pun about cum? Because when Betty cums she gushes a little."

"You know girl cum doesn't freak me out. I must've eaten you a million times by now."

She smiled playfully, "I know." Then she looked at my supplies on the end table. "Do you have to have the wipes and the sock there when Betty gets here? It makes you look weird."

I scoffed, "You've told her quite enough about our sex life. I'm sure she won't be surprised. "Besides," I sneered, "those two cum-swappers are the ones who do weird stuff with cum."

Just then there was a knock at the back door. My wife explained that Betty couldn't very well come to the front door because she wasn't going to be wearing clothes. I said, "You've got this all planned out in great detail, don't you?" She only winked mischievously in reply.

I got a brief glimpse of Betty as she came in. I just saw skin and a flash of black underwear. Then from the kitchen I heard rushed changing of clothes and when they emerged arm in arm they were wearing matching black latex panties and nothing else.

At long last I saw Betty nude, or nearly so. And you know what, I had been wrong. When naked, my wife was the prettier of the two. Betty's boobs sagged just a tiny bit more than tits should. And her hips were just a little bony and angular. And lastly she had thick ankles. None of these things were bad or made Betty not beautiful. But they were just little things where my own wife excelled compared to Betty.

Nevertheless, I was staring at two beautiful women who were about to put on my very own personal porn show. Betty looked at me and said brusquely, "You better hurry and get ready. Barney's waiting to hear all about it and I don't want to keep him waiting." She asked my gorgeous bride, "Unless you wanna go back to our house and show both husbands?"

"Oh no," she answered, "you're the bold one. I'd be too embarrassed to let him see me naked." I wasn't buying her obviously false excuse. But I didn't give it a second thought.

Betty sat way back on the couch facing me. She was caressing her own tits with her legs spread wide in invitation. "I'm so hot I need you to eat me right away!"

The love of my life wasted no time and got down on her knees between Betty's creamy thighs. By now my hard dick was out except I had it inside a sock while I masturbated so I could catch my troublesome ejaculation.

My wife removed her panties, then tossed them to me. They were shiny and smooth. Sadly, unlike fabric they had not soaked up any aromatic fluids. There's no better scent in the world than turned-on pussy. They should bottle it as it would mask a multitude of sins. I bet you could wipe pussy juice on anything at all and it would make it better. I held up the black latex and licked a tiny spot of moisture. Betty saw, "Would you like mine when I'm done with them? They might be a whole lot wetter."

I could see my wife's backside the way she was kneeling with her naked ass held high. Her pussy was open and ready for attention. But it wasn't my place to give it to her. Not tonight. For a second I saw Betty's hairy cunt as her underwear was pushed aside so my lovely pussy eater could get at her. She paused for just a second, looking deeply at her friend's cunt, "You can't taste Betty directly." She said to me, "Not without permission anyway. But you're free to sample as much essence as you want indirectly. And you obviously don't mind that I sample our neighbor's nectar." Next she took a deep inhalation before diving right in.

I jerked languidly listening to the sounds of sloppy wet pussy licking. Betty was watching me intently. The pussy eating only went on for a minute or two when Betty offered, "Let him have some indirectly.

Sexier than I'd ever seen her, she rose to her feet and approached me. Her face was smeared with it while she sat next to me in the armchair with one naked leg thrown over mine. See looked deeply into my eyes, and caressed my face, while Betty asked, "Ready for a sample?"

I sure was, and I let them know in no uncertain terms. She kissed me passionately, telling me, "To new beginnings. Sealed with a kiss." She snaked her tongue into my mouth as her hand strayed to my cock. I could smell Betty's arousal emanating from my oh so hot wife. It was a very sloppy wet kiss filled with girl cum. She's asked, "You like lover's juices?"

"Mmm. It's the best!" I grinned at them both in appreciation.

She continued kissing me, sharing the copious wetness, "So there's nothing unpleasant at all about Betty's gift?" I told them it was fantastic. "And do you feel more connected to me now that we've shared this?" I did actually feel bonded in a new way.

I thought I knew where she was headed with all this. She was stroking my sockless cock by now. "Are you ready to taste it from your own dick?"

I was so turned on I'd be ready for anything. But I really wanted the full show, "I'll try it -- maybe tomorrow. But you said I could jerk off while watching the both of you. Maybe you two could do a sixty-nine?"

"All in good time." She let go of my cock which was threatening to explode. At that moment I didn't even worry about getting it on my stomach. Then she was kissing me again. Sticking her tongue in and all around in my mouth, giving me all if Betty's gift. "Tell us how it tastes."

I swished it around as if sampling fine wine. It's a lot like yours. It's wonderful!"

"No, really tell us." Demanded Betty.

"Ok, it's sweet and tart the way pussy should be. I can actually smell and taste it simultaneously. "It's thicker than what I'm used to." I reflected, "But bitter -- in a good way."

My witchy wife got up off my lap and returned to her friend. As I requested they performed a sixty-nine for my benefit. Now both women were sucking each other's cunts hungrily. My wife was absolutely coated in a glaze of sex fluid. I was jerking off more rapidly now, not even remembering to wear the sock on my cum-filled pole.

I warned them out of habit, "I'm about to blow my load. Any minute now."

The girls were moaning and licking everything. Betty lifted her head up for a moment, "How do we taste?" She asked her bisexual partner.

My wife stopped for a second too, "I can't get enough. You're really my best friend and I really feel like we're joined together. It's like the four of us are closer than ever."

I looked at the two of them. Something felt uneasy about all of this, "The four of us?"

The girls were breathing heavily, "Yes, we're about to cum. Jerk it faster Rick. Cum at the same time we do."

My hand was a blur. Betty's light hair cascaded down over my wife in a sight worthy of fine cinema photography. Likewise, my wife's hair was spread out below her artistically -- erotically. Boobs were jiggling. Toes were curling in orgasm. It sent me over the edge, "I'm gonna shoot! Any second now!"

"You know, Betty," said my darling between slurps, "Barney's tasted good just like Rick's. I was worried it would be diluted coming from your pussy like it is."

My cum started to fly out of my cock, landing all over my belly and chest as high as my shoulders. I didn't really mind. Then the realization of what they were saying started to sink in, "Wait. Barney's? You mean Barney's cum?!"

"Yea," said Betty with a smirk, "He fucked me real good about a second before I rushed over here. I saved it for you two. Do you want any more?"

From under her my wife said, "You can have it from her cunt now if you want, instead of from my mouth."

"You, you snowballed Barney's cum to me?"

"You know it was delicious. Just like you told us. And it was so hard not to swallow it myself. But if you're ever going to get past your hangup I needed to snowball you. And a creampie snowball is a thousand times better than a regular snowball."

I was stunned. I really should have seen this coming. I know my wife well enough to predict this. The clues were there.

But I always forgive my wife when she goes over the line. I also knew I was going to milk a lot of favors out of this one. Big favors. On the flip side I knew that now that the cat was out of the bag she was going to be pushing a lot of new sexual boundaries.

By the way, dear reader, do you know my wife's name? The clues are all there.