Meeting Macy

Over the course of the day, I convince myself that I can't have everything the way I want it and this is all going to be for the best. She's on birth control. It's fine.

We have to wait almost 2 weeks until their first date. They are mysterious but know what they want; no games. They're going to dinner and I help her into a nice dress. Straight there, talk for a few hours, come home and decide how it went.

Hours pass. I text twice and don't receive a reply. I contemplate going there but if they had some sort of plan it's already too late, and I don't want to ruin it if it's going well. 4 hours later I receive a text:

"I'm going to their place, they're real and it's fine. Sorry for not updating you."

I'm annoyed and turned on. I masturbate again and get in bed, determined I'm not going to hover and seem ****. I lie awake until she creeps in at 4 am, pretend to be asleep, and rise an hour later to go to work. During the work day I convince myself to remain calm and ask her how it went.

"Great!" she says, her beautiful smile and eager, leaned-forward posture disarming me as it has for our entire history. "they're really a kind and we talked and got to know each other all night. I'm really sorry for coming home so late and want to make it up to you."

The next few months are transformative. There is no foreplay anymore. Several days a week I come home from work and my wife drops to her knees, pulling my soft dick between her lips and sucking it to the back of her throat until I am rock hard. She leads me to bed by my cock, pushes me down, and rides me with abandon, showering me in kisses and telling me how much she loves me. She then showers and heads to her new lover, to return in the early morning hours or not at all.

I meet Macy after the second month. Despite being almost six feet tall, I am surpised to learn she is a redhead with a gorgeous thick bbw body. I didn't expect a female lover.

6 months in is the first strange incident. We are brushing our teeth and my wife burps into the sink. Gross. I go to playfully push her away and say something. We live together after all. But wait...

"Is that... cum? What the fuck?"

"Honey I'm so sorry; I know you don't want specifics but I blew both of you in the same day yesterday and it was just a lot."

"Ok... I'll try not to think about it."

She is my wife and I lover her.

The next day she sends me a message at work, saying she knows I don't want to think about yesterday but I should try this thing. It's the "Holy Grail of Cum Increase" on some random forum. There is exceptional feedback. "Why not?" I think. I do love cumming.

It takes a week for the vitamins to arrive so I can start the cycle. The placebo effect gives me bigger orgasms and a higher sex drive immediately. She consumes all of my libido and I can still hear her masturbating in the shower before bed. Three weeks later and I understand the forum feedback. My precum faucet never turns off, I am flooding my wife's holes with more cum than I thought possible, and after a pre-Macy fuck I am left in the bathtub desperately fucking my fleshlight because I'm tired of cleaning up the excess cum running out of it.

After three more weeks my thighs and forearms are sore from fucking and jerking to keep up with the insatiable cum factory I'm turning into. I don't even question my wife when she explains that her breasts are swelling over the cups of her largest bras, showing beautiful veins under her ivory skin, because of something about tying them up during the bdsm with Macy that I've never been interested in. I only question a little, and do some online reading when I squeeze her overdeveloped breasts and her large, swollen nipples begin a steady leak of sticky white fluid. She says her doctor says she's not pregnant and this can just happen when a woman's body is getting used to a new lover's chemistry.

One night is different than the rest. She comes home late, pulls the covers off, pulls my soft cock into her mouth, quickly hardening it. She's never done this before, but I'm not going to fight it for obvious reasons. She doesn't take her dress off, just hikes it up and climbs on to me. I can see bruises and rope marks on her thighs, but the intense heat and sloppy wetness of her pussy quickly consumes me. The moonlight catches her perfect face and there is a **** look on her, matching her wild hair. She rips off her dress over her head and leans back, her newly fat breasts wobbling in the stressed bra like their own living creature. I muster the strength to partially sit up, reach around, and undo her bra. I pull it off and her swollen, heavy breasts swing free, immediately letting loose small streams of liquid. She pushes me back down forcefully and begins to ravage her clit with one hand, the whole time grunting and gurgling in a primal language meant only to demand more seed for the insatiable greed of her fertile pussy.