Unusual gift

On Sunday, I flew back from a business trip and was very tired. My husband met me at the door, very happy, and gave me a big hug. Then I smelled a very delicious aroma and was very surprised.

— "Did you decide to actually cook something tasty for once???" I asked in surprise.

— "I missed you! So I decided to make you happy," he said, smiling.

After washing up, I went to the kitchen, where something very appetizing and delicious was waiting. I could sort of make out the ingredients, but I didn't understand what dish it was.

— "You've stumped me," I said, smiling, "What is it?"

—

"Spanish-style beef," my husband said, embarrassed, "I hope it turned out tasty and I managed to make you happy"

We sat down at the table, he got a bottle of dry wine, and we started eating. The dish really turned out to be a sight for sore eyes! After the meal, I told him that from now on he should cook something! He can when he wants to. Just as we got up from the table, he put one hand on my chest and the other on my cheek. We started kissing, and judging by how he started doing it, he was really losing his mind. "Well, that's what happens when you leave your husband for a week," I thought to myself with a smirk.

Then his hands went down to my pussy, and then, to my surprise, a finger in my anus. Remembering my not-so-successful adventures on the business trip right away, I decided to dial it back a bit.

— "Listen, Ilyush, I haven't taken a shower since I got back. Maybe let me go, and then we'll continue! Mmm?"

— "Dirty girl!" he said with a stone-faced expression, then laughed, "You're killing the mood! Okay, run along. We'll continue later!" Saying this, he slapped my butt. I thanked him for the meal and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower and washing off the whole business trip, I went to the room in a robe over my naked body. Not noticing my husband fiddling with the TV, he came up from behind. He hugged me, gently kissing behind my ear.

— "Honey, did you take a shower?" I asked softly.

— "Before you arrived," he said, turning me around and taking off the robe, "It's so awesome that you're my wife! I never stop admiring your body!" Saying this, he pushed me onto the bed and started kissing my chest, going lower and lower. He was undressing himself at the same time. Our sex usually happened without verbal instructions; one of us would just take something and do it. Usually, it was my husband. After he pleasured my pussy with his tongue, he moved me off our gorgeous bed and sat me on his knees.

I started giving him a blowjob, but he quickly took the initiative and started, sorry for the word, just fucking my mouth. Not very typical for him, but after a week of abstinence, it was very much like him. After about five minutes, I felt a hot stream in my mouth. "That's a bit too much cum! He really didn't do anything for a week! He was saving up," I thought. Swallowing it all, I decided to compliment him:

"Honey, that's a culinary masterpiece just like your Spanish-style beef," I said playfully.

— "Baby, you're amazing! Thank you!" he said, and we started kissing.

About five minutes later, I felt with my stomach how his cock hardened again, and without breaking the kiss, he inserted it into my pussy and started moving intensely. After five to seven thrusts, I stopped him.

— "Have you completely lost your mind?"

— "What's wrong?"

— "What about a condom?"

— "Okay, sorry," he said reluctantly and reached for a condom.

I really didn't want an unplanned child, so I always made sure we had condoms. After putting it on, we continued having sex. I didn't recognize myself, and I didn't recognize Ilya either. He fucked me for twenty minutes, and in those twenty minutes, I had two orgasms! It was something else. "Maybe this was the promised gift," I thought to myself cheerfully. In the end, he took off the condom and wanted to cum on my chest.

I have to say, I'm not a fan of that—when they cum on me, on the face, well, the chest, on the body. But at least the chest is bare, whereas on the face, you can get hair all dirty. Anyway, he didn't manage to cum on my chest properly, and the first and second streams hit my face. But because of the two orgasms, I decided not to scold him. I just smiled and with my finger gathered and put into my mouth all the cum from my face that I could. We cuddled for about ten minutes, talked. And then I saw that his cock was ready for action again.

— "Honey, I don't remember you being this frisky in a long time!"

— "Come on, I'm always like this"

By that point, honestly, I was a bit tired, but I didn't refuse, though I said that maybe it would be better if we just stuck to a blowjob. "If you want, a very deep one," I murmured.

— "Noted, Katya!" he said joyfully, bouncing on the bed.

This time, I gave him a deep-throat blowjob right on the bed. After a few minutes, he turned me with my back to him and gestured for me to tilt my head back. I obediently agreed. Sometimes, opening my eyes, I got a view of his anus, and that, I don't know why, turned me on. In this position with my head locked, he fucked my throat for the first time, and I must say the sensations were different too. Every time he thrust all the way in, I felt my trachea expand. The cock went in completely differently.

On one hand, terribly easily, on the other, much more torturous, because it was much harder to breathe. "With this method, you could probably interrogate someone," I thought. Another five minutes passed, and then my husband started moaning, and at that moment, another stream hit my throat. I could have choked, but everything went fine. I scolded him.

He apologized but told me to close my eyes and open my mouth. He reached for something on the nightstand. And a moment later, I felt some cold, salty liquid in my mouth. It filled my entire oral cavity. At that moment, Ilya sat under me and covered my mouth with one hand, and with the other started massaging my throat. I couldn't hold back and swallowed it. Then he did the same thing again.

— "Eww, what is that???" I asked after swallowing for the second time.

— "Mmm, well, what do you think?" my husband said, smiling.

— "Eww, I don't know! Well, you know, it tastes like cum!" I answered, a bit bewildered. Ilya smiled and looked at me.

— "You're awesome!"

— "What!? Have you lost your mind?" I almost boiled over.

— "Well, you suggested it yourself!" my husband laughed.

— "What did I suggest?"

— "Well, that I fill a glass to the brim while you're away on your business trip"

— "I told you to forget about that. And I said it would spoil!"

— "Don't worry, I found out how to preserve it longer. I asked a colleague at work!"

— "What!? You told someone about this?"

— "No, no. I just asked. What do you think!? My colleague just has a relative in medicine who knows how to do it"

I was stunned. It was a big glass, and it was full! Full! To the brim! And I drank it. A bit bewildered, I lay there for about ten minutes. Then I thought, if Ilya had a lot of cum and it was enough for three times easily, where did so much come from!? I asked him the same question.

— "How, honey?"

— "Well, you see, Katya..."

— "You abstained all week! I saw and felt that! Is it even yours...?"

Cutting me off, he said: — "Yes, mine was at the very beginning. I... did that on Monday," he said, smiling sheepishly.

— "So where's the rest from???" I persisted.

— "I think it's better if you don't know," he continued, trying to kiss me.

— "No, wait! Come on, tell me!"

— "No, better not!"

— "No, come on, tell me!" I said, losing my temper and burning with curiosity at the same moment.

— "Okay, but you asked for it. So, on Monday, I mentioned to Tolya that you were away on a business trip. Well, and then when we went to the bar, I mentioned your 'fill the glass' thing while you were gone."

— "And?"

— "Well, what 'and'? He really liked the idea... he offered to help. Just don't worry. He's a family man, healthy!"

— "Wow, of course!" I chimed in, "So I swallowed your and his cum? Wait, but there's way too much here! You're not telling me something!"

— "Well, uh, I said Tolya helped... he brought in others"

— "What!?"

— "Don't stress, it's all fine! You could say we won the bet!" he said joyfully.

— "Does everyone know about this?"

— "No, only Tolya!"

— "So whose else's cum is it?"

— "Mostly—guys from work"

— "Mostly???"

— "Well, and a couple of Tolya's relatives"

— "So how many people total?"

— "Don't know exactly, but definitely at least 10!"

My eyes turned into saucers at that number. There were probably more than ten. I was in a dazed state. However, on one hand, I wanted to throw up, and on the other, it somehow turned me on. I wonder, can this be considered group sex?

— "What did you win, honey?"

— "Twenty grand, sunshine! Let's go to Cyprus for a trip!"

I definitely wouldn't refuse that. We went to sleep, but the events that happened wouldn't let me fall asleep. Good thing we didn't have anal sex, or I would have been exposed even more.