Cum Catcher

Cum Catcher.

I was asked if I knew about the "very important job' my wife had for me. I told my wife that I wasn't aware of what that was, and asked her to explain it.

She said that it is better to do what she called 'On the job training' and that she would set up an opportunity to learn the job, and she just moved on to the rest of the day without saying anything more about it.

Knowing my wife, if it has anything to do with cum, it will have something sexual in nature, as she was very, very sexual, in all ways in her life.

After we met and got married shortly after, I noticed that something changed in my wife, but I really can't put a finger on exactly what changed.

Our honeymoon in Barbados was absolutely amazing! The water was amazing too, along with the hotel, the staff, were so accommodating.

With 2 weeks there, just decompressing and enjoying a much more laid back pace, we were saying that we should think about living there after being there only a week.

After arriving and getting settled, my wife told me that she set me up with massage appointments each day at the same time, and not to miss them, as these folks were professionals and their times are very booked, so keep every 90 minute session.

I promised to not miss any appointments, as I knew that wasn't cheap, so I said that I wouldn't waste her money.

The next day, as my appointment was coming up, I grabbed a room key, and told my wife thank you for the massages.

She said to enjoy the relaxation time, and she was due for a shower and would see me after the massage.

Off I went to the bungalow next to the Front Office, and on the way, there were lots of people walking this direction and that, so I wasn't really paying any attention to any one person or couple as I weaved my way to the spa.

Once I got there, and got out of my shorts and in a towel, I got up on the table. The masseuse was a tiny little lady, but I found out that she had plenty of strength in her hands, and before long, I was in nerve-vana!

The Masseuse was very skilled, and when I left there, I was wobbling and got past the front desk, and sat down at one of the many bars around the grounds.

Before I knew it, I got talked into a beer on the cabana, and I was getting a pretty good morning buzz going on, so I thought I should get back to our bungalow, since I would imagine that my wife was probably sitting around waiting for me.

I got back to my room, and my new bride was in the shower. I thought about that, and said to myself 'wasn't she getting into the shower when I left, but I left it alone.

She was extremely hungry. I asked her what worked up such an appetite, and she said that she had a workout while I was getting my massage. I said that's great, and didn't give it a second thought.

The rest of the day, we just relaxed around the pool, ordered food and drinks and enjoyed our day together.

Next day, I was looking forward to my daily massage, and as I was heading out the door, my wife told me to make sure to tip well, as they count on it.

Same as the last, it was magnificent, and I walked out and made it to close to the same chair, and settled there for probably an hour, leaving my wife alone for over 2 hours.

Once back at the room, she was sitting in the living room this time, and asked about my massage, which I told her how wonderful it was.

This kept up for the entire vacation, and I couldn't be happier, and my new wife told me that she felt the exactly the same.

Once we got back home, to get into a newly married couple's life, we settled quickly into our new apartment within a complex of over 75 apartments.

Having a job that allowed my wife to not have to work was great, as I didn't want that stress on her, was what I thought was a blessing. Boy, was I an idiot! One night while sitting on the couch together, we both clearly heard her tone that I was familiar with on her phone as a incoming text was delivered.

I looked over at her, and she gave me a sheepish, indirect look of guilt, but she didn't look at it.

After a minute, it rang out again. But this time, she quickly glanced at me, then turned away and reached for her phone.

As she read the texts, I could see from the light given off of her phone lit up her face, which was fighting back a very interesting smile.

I asked her who the text was from. She said it was no one, and sat her phone down between us.

Whomever was texting her sent her another!

I quickly grabbed at her phone, but wasn't fast enough.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I was just curious who is texting you so urgently" I said.

She said that it wasn't urgent, and to not all grabby at her phone.

"Sorry, you're right! It's your business, and you'll tell me who it was if you wanted me to know." I said.

Of course that was just baiting her to tell me who it was voluntarily, so I asked since she wasn't offering what I was curious about.

"So, would you mind just showing me who's texting you this late at night?" I asked.

"It's just a friend, someone you don't know" she said.

I started thinking that she rarely leaves the apartment, except to get her nails done. She sure as hell doesn't go the grocery store, as I have it all delivered. So where is she making new friends that I don't know?

I found out that my wife had been making lots of friends in the complex. It seemed that most of her new friends were single men.

"Don't you find it odd that these new friends of yours are all single guys?" I asked.

"I'm not sure if I like this situation" I said.

"What, are you saying that you don't trust me?" she asked.

"What I'm saying is I don't know these guys, so why should I trust them about anything?" I said.

"I think I should take a break on this conversation before it goes sideways" I said, and so I got up and went to bed.

She came to bed sometime later, I guess, as I was asleep when she did.

I left for work before she got out of bed, so we didn't talk about the night, but it was definitely on my mind. All of those guys texting my wife.

When I got home that night, I was ready to talk about this again, but I didn't get the chance, because when I walked in, there was my wife & 4 fairly beefy black men, all with drinks in their hands, and laughing and having the time of their life.

They all turned to look at me like I didn't matter to them, at all.

"Hello!" I said.

"Hey honey, welcome home" she says.

"I wanted you to meet the new friends that I told you about" she said.

None of them seemed to give a shit about me. They barely acknowledged me and turned back to encircling her.

"Well don't let me interrupt your little party, I'm going to go get some dinner, since I can't imagine you have thought about dinner" I said.

So I grabbed my keys and walked out, not happy!

I went to my favorite pizza joint, and had a few slices and a few beers. Soon I was feeling good, and got to see a football game that I had forgotten all about, so by the time I decided to leave, I was feeling pretty peachy.

But on the drive back, I started to think about my wife's new friends, and they looked a little more than friendly to me.

Not that that matters, because what was I going to say that would have any impression on them.

No unusual cars in front of the house, but then I thought that if her friends were from our complex, why would they drive, so that didn't ease my concerns.

I reached to check to see if the door was locked, and it was, so maybe the party was over and I could talk to my wife about her friends.

I put my key in, turned the lock and sort of eased the door open. For what reason I was acting like there was a sleeping baby inside our apartment, and slowly closed it behind me.

Looking around the corner into the kitchen where their little party was going on before, but no one was there, not even my wife.

I opened the fridge, and at least they didn't drink all of my beer, so I grabbed one, pulled open the kitchen drawer where a bottle opener would be, and popped it open and took a nice long pull on that beer.

As I was taking that first pull, there was a really loud sound that came directly above me, which would be where our bedroom was.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, and thought that I may as well as finish my beer before going to check out what that noise was.

At the last bit in that bottle was gone, I looked moved towards the stairs, ready for whatever might come.

Took a big swallow at the bottom of the stairs, grabbed tightly onto the rail, put my foot on the first step, and started up.

Half way up, I started to hear more of what I was afraid most of.

As I got high enough on the staircase to be able to see back over my shoulder towards the bedroom door, it was fully closed, so I kept going.

Hitting the top step onto the 2nd floor, I turned around the edge of the banister, and slowly moved towards the bedroom door.

Creeping closer, I could pick out my wife's familiar voice, but she sounded unusual, almost strained.

With the knob in my hand, I turned it as I felt myself taking a really big breath as I pushed the door open.

It was then that my biggest fears were realized.

There on our marital bed, was my wife, on her hands and knees, naked.

And one of her friends was holding her hair and enjoying the oral sex she was giving him.

There was another behind her. They must be familiar with what she likes, as he was slowly pushing into her, and back out slowly.

The other 2 were sitting nearby, keeping themselves hard and waiting their turn.

I saw my wife look up to the man she was pleasing with her mouth, with a big smile on her face. I saw him nod his head to her in my direction.

She turned her head, and yelled "Hey honey, come over here".

My legs wouldn't move. My feet were cemented to the carpet, and soon I saw her left hand let go and switch hands on his hard cock, and her hand gestured for me to come over to OUR bed.

I still couldn't move. My brain was frozen and so were my feet.

Finally she took him out of her mouth, turned her head and with a commanding tone in her voice, told me to come over to the bed.

My feet began to respond, and in a second or two, found myself standing next to a very occupied bed.

She removed him from her mouth again, and began speaking to me, but for some reason, I really wasn't listening.

"Honey, remember all of those massaged you got on our honeymoon?' she asked.

I didn't respond immediately, then she smacked my leg with her free left hand.

"Yeah, Yeah! I remember them" I said.

"Well, while you were getting your massage, I was getting something too" she said.

"Getting something" I said.

"Yes! Big Black Cock, honey!" she said.

"And once we got back, I discovered that I needed more men capable to giving me what I need" she said.

"So this is what you need?" I asked.

"Oh god yes!" she replied vigorously.

She asks me if I remember her mentioning a new job for me.

"Yeah. What? Maybe!" I said.

It's time that you take your role as my Cum Catcher, she said.

"A what?" I asked again.

"Here's what I want you to do" she said.

She says that I need to lose my clothes, and I need to get up there on the bed and lay underneath her.

I wasn't getting what the hell she was trying to get me to do.

"Hurry up before anybody cums" she said firmly.

I looked at these guys, and hesitated then began undressing.

Once I was done, both guys step back so she can get up, and she directs me to get up on the bed, head at the foot of the bed, and then she moved over the top of me, but in the opposite direction, like a 69.

It was then when my life went straight to hell!

As I laid there, her friend that was behind her slapped hands with one of the guys sitting in the chair next to the bed, and he got up and walked towards the bed.

Then things got even worse.

I could see him coming towards her, and now me!

Soon I was directly between his legs, and as he pushed himself into her, I heard her groan in a deep, guttural voice that I didn't know, then his balls began to move back and forth over my face.

He slapped her ass and she groaned more, and he decided he was going to enter her as fast as he could, and his rhythm picked up, and I couldn't hear very well down there.

Soon I saw him really grab her hips tightly, and shoved himself in as deep as he could and held her there.

I could feel him shiver and bounce around, while moaning.

After a few seconds, I could feel him begin to back away from her.

Then my head was about to explode.

As I lay there, something wet hit me on the tip of my nose.

I was realizing just exactly what a Cum Catcher's job was.

It was to catch the cum running out of my wife after these men are finished.

Laying there, really trapped, I began to have no choice but to eat the cum that began to reverse it's way out of my wife's body.

And before it had stopped running out, one of the other men stepped up and pushed himself inside of her, and began his rhythm.

As he was doing his turn, more cum from the last guy kept running out of her.

Guy after guy took turns, and my damn head was stuck right in the wrong place, and after they were done, she finally got up and released me from my purgatory.

I went directly into the shower without a word to her.

Once we felt clean enough in the shower, I got dried off, but still the smell and taste of those 4 men lingered somehow.

Before saying much of anything, she jumped into the shower too.

While she was in the shower, I packed a small bag with some clothes and other essentials, and walked out before she even finished her shower.

I ignored her calls until I was done with work the next day.

For some really weird reason, she seemed to think that I would be okay with her having those friends, and that I would just go about my business and life like nothing unusual was going on.

We were divorced within 6 months, and I moved closer to my office, and continued to ignore her calls and texts. I figured that her friends would take care of all her needs, and I would take care of mine.