Let go and cum

Too late, you realised you couldn't hold it, and you moan into her breasts as you slump forward, "I'm going to cum, Viv, it feels so good."

Thinking she would just let you finish, you are surprised as she backs away from you, pushing at you, her own pleasure forgotten. Your 8" member throbs as it's pushed from her warm, wet confines, and you look at her in shock and anger as your member pulses, and erupts over her navel, spattering her crotch, and reaching her ample tits.

"For god sake, Ben, I'm not on birth control and I'm definitely not ready for you to knock me up again, you bastard." She hisses, venomously.

Your orgasm ruined, your prick dribbles a small amount more, before it begins to deflate.

Vivien pushes you away from her, and stands up, placing her freed tit back into her dress, and patting down her dress.

"You better hope your cum doesn't stain. We haven't even sorted the plumbing for the washing machines in the basement."

You stand, dejected, as your wife, without a word, dismisses you, and begins to potter with the boxed possessions again, unpackaging them willy-nilly onto the oak table.

You stand, pathetically, in the centre of the room before placing your wilting cock back in your underwear and zipping up your pants.