No sex! And Michelle has to tell you whenever she's about to get a dose.

After the boys all left, Michelle became a completely different person. She cried and threw herself into your lap, begging you to forgive her. She said she didn't know what had come over her, and she was afraid she was going crazy. She said she would start to get hornier and hornier until she got some cum and she was afraid to tell you, or go to a doctor.

You listened, crestfallen and utterly gutted, but you could recognize the symptoms of cum addiction when you saw them. besides, you had the results that showed she had it bad; she might need even more than a cup of semen every day to stay healthy.

You let her contrition take its course, coming to grips with it. When she looked up at you, mascara running down her cheeks, she was as beautiful to you as ever and you had nothing but gentle pity for her. You sighed and explained your work at the CDC- your research, her diagnosis, no cure. When she could see that you understood the medical reasons her countenance blossomed into a smile again and she hugged you tight.

"I'm so glad you understand, honey. You know I would never do any of this to hurt you. It's just that I... I seem to loose my mind."

"I know, Michelle. I know. You have a bad case."

She wiped tears away from her eyes. "Ok, so the boy's usually come around at four or five, after they get out of school. We could,"

You interrupted, "Wait. We're not doing this again. I don't want to come home to a bunch of young studs gangbanging my wife on the living room floor."

She frowned and cast her eyes downward. "Right, right of course. I'm sorry. We should set some rules here."

This caught you a little off guard. You hadn't considered what circumstances would be for you to feel alright about your wife getting at least a cup of fresh cum every day.

"Well first off," you struggled to come up with something. "You have to get as much as possible from me first."

She brightened up. "Of course! What else?"

You blanked. "Um, no more sex. That boy fucked your ass and you didn't even eat it. It's useless by now; it has to be really fresh."

"Oh, sure honey, of course. They just... get really carried away and I don't have enough hands to..."

"Right, well let them do it."

"Oh, sure, it's just that they often need help." You rolled your eyes. "Ok, as much as possible, I promise."

"And finally," you said, more confident now, "you have to call me or text me when you're going to... get a dose. No more sneaking around behind my back ok?"

"But what if you're at work?" she whined.

"I don't care, just text me at least. Got it?"

"Yes, John. Now..." her hands closed around the tubular bulge in your pants. "How about we start the new plan right now?"

Michelle eagerly sucked you dry in the living room where five boys had just filled her belly. When she was done, she went back and licked that boy's load off the living room floor anyway.