?? I buried my face into her neck and hair and drew in a big sniff. It really did smell a lot like piss, and sweat, and …cum. My lovely wife, naked to the world, spread out on our honeymoon bed, smelled like piss and cum.
Then it hit me. I sat up on the bed as I realized that it was no tequila induced dream I had. It really happened. We really did go to a Mexican businessman’s mansion with a group of his friends last night. And Tammy really did get fucked by all those men, and it was on a pool table? My mind was racing to put the pieces of the memories together in some logical order. Segments of the action were flashing into my memory and blurring the sequence of events. She became suddenly naked for some reason, as I recall, but I don’t know how that happened. It seems like she was dressed one moment and naked the next. And then I remember her surrounded by all those half-dressed men? How did that happen? Where the fuck was I? The next thing my brain gave me an image of Tammy lying on the pool table, sucking the dick of a guy who was on his knees, while another guy fucked her. Wow. It was all flashing back to me now.
Now I remembered everything. My brain suddenly could see her straddling that guy on the pool table, and the other guy behind her, fucking her in the ass! And she was loving it! I was having a hard time processing these images that were flooding into my head. She was really digging being sandwiched together by two men. There is a name for that, but I could not think what it was called. Wait. I then remembered the guy behind her asking me something. He asked me if it was OK to do what she wanted? To do what she asked? Oh my. She wanted to suck her ass juices off his dick that was buried deep in her butthole. Holy shit. And I said OK. And she did it. And she loved it. Oh wow. Holy shit.
But the smell of urine? That was a puzzle. I remember each of those men having their way with her, and a few of them helping her off the pool table. She was about half lying/ sitting on the floor when I approached her. I was horny and needed some satisfaction after watching her sexual marathon. And I remember unzipping and wanting her to suck me off. But she looked right up at me and said no. Damn. I remember it now. She fucking said NO! to me. But not to that group of strangers. She did not say no to any of them. But she rejected me. So, I pissed on her. From foot to face. I remember blasting my piss out and soaking her. Then Tammy looked up at me, smiled and opened her mouth. She caught a mouthful of my urine and swallowed it. Then, as if we were performing some unspoken ritual, all the men in the group joined in and we all pissed on her. And she fucking swallowed the piss from each of us. It all crashed down on me in one massive memory load. Tammy was a closet piss whore and cum slut. I married a dirty, filthy slut. I was never so turned on in my life.
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