The View
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I watched the man fucking my wife with considerable interest.  His
cock was large and meaty with considerable girth.  His balls hung low
and swung as he fucked her long and deep.  She kept muttering about
how full he made her feel, and I knew his size was stretching her.

Her pussy was red and wet, leaking copious amounts of fluid.  I could
imagine the distinctive taste and how it would cling to his cock,
flavoring it as well.  When he had initially stripped, he was mostly
flaccid.  My wife had pulled back his foreskin and proceeded to suck
him to erection.  Now that he was hard and inside her, I could tell
when he withdrew that his large head was capturing juice as it pulled
out.  There was an abundance in the crease between his head and his
shaft.

My wife began to mutter "cum in me, fill me with your cum."  She was
arching her back, pressing into his thrusts, close to her own orgasm. 
The idea that this man would deposit his seed deep inside her excited
her immensely.  Although no longer capable of pregnancy, she still had
a fascination with getting pregnant by another man.  The fantasy of
being a slut who didn't know who the father was made her hot to the
point of orgasm.

The man groaned that it was fucking hard to hold back while she came. 
To delay his own orgasm, he pulled out of my wife.  His cock was hard
and purple, glimmering with her sheen.  My attention, though, was on
her pussy.  His fat cock had made her gape wide, and now her orgasm
was causing her cunt to wink at me as she convulsed.  It was
beautiful, her pussy so alive with passion.  I wish I could have
shoved my face into her and eaten her, but I could not.

Her pussy got wetter and wetter as she came, while she was moaning
that he needed to put his cock in so she could squeeze it.  I could
hear the tinge of desperation in her voice, the needed.  She said she
missed being full whenever I did as this man had.  But really, it was
for the best.  She needed to be horny still, because more fucking was
on the way.

Not much more for this man, though.  She was still throbbing when he
shoved in.  I could hear her grunt as his size filled her.  She
blasphemed and then demanded that he fuck her hard.  "You want me to
fuck you like the whore you are?" the man taunted.

"Yes," she said, practically snarling.  I shook, imagining how boiling
hot her cunny would be now.  My own cock was dripping with excitement,
watching my wife being so aggressive in her pursuit of fucking.  She
grabbed her knees and pulled them back to her armpits, giving this man
as much depth as she could.  It seemed to me that he took all her
depth.

Her aggressiveness, her heated pussy, and his own deep hard thrusts
soon made this man begin to grunt.  I watched from below as he thrust
a few times, noting how his urethra stood out and pulsed like a fine
timepiece.  In a few sharp strokes, his cock was coated with his own
semen, and then he pushed in to deposit his seed as deep into her
canal as he could.  My eyes grew wide at the spectacle of his balls
visibly shrinking as the contents were injected into my wife.  Where
before they appeared heavy and full, they became shriveled.  I could
visualize how much he had pumped into her.

I saw him collapse on her, and wondered how long they might kiss as
lovers.  But then I heard another voice.  "Pull out, I need to cum!"
came the pleading voice.

The man heaved himself up, and I saw the view wiggle as the cameraman
handed the video camera to the guy who pulled out of my wife.  He too
was nude, and his cock was clearly hard as a nail but much smaller
than the first man.  He must not have felt much friction as he got
sloppy seconds.  But he had been aroused by the extended fucking, and
maneuvering to get the best shots of his work.  Even though it must
have felt like fucking a bowl of hot pudding, it was enough for him. 
Very quickly he came, also deep into my wife.  With her nostrils
flared, eyes wide, and nipples erect, my wife clearly was relishing
giving her cunt to these men.

From off camera came a third man.  He too was nude, but my attention
was on the highball glass he was carrying.  He squatted at the end of
the bed, smirking at the camera from time to time as my wife skootched
down.  When she tipped her torso up, this new guy used one hand to
pull her lips open while the other held the glass up to catch the
drainage.  The original man moved the camera and zoomed so that I
could see the creampie drain into the glass.  It was like watching an
egg pour out of a container, with an initial slug followed by long
strands of cum.

The second man took the glass and squeegeed his cock to let it drip
into the glass as well.  Then he took the camera to film the first man
doing the same.  This man looked into the glass, and raised a toast...
to me.  "Hope you enjoy my cocktail," he grinned.

I felt helpless and in dread.  I knew what he had meant, because I had
arranged it with my wife.  I was in a distant part of the house, bound
to a chair.  I was watching my wife on a video screen getting ravaged
by these men.  The signal was being sent via WIFI to my "cell," so
that I could watch the lurid details of my wife taking on these men in
real time while it was being taped.  I was certain that my wife would
want to watch the video with me later, and give me the juicy details I
couldn't see.  I dreaded that.

But more, I dreaded how I would earn my freedom: by drinking the cup
that may yet runneth over.  When the men left, she'd come to me and
make me beg for it.  When I drank it up and thanked her for the
pleasure, I'd be set free.  My gaze flicked to the cup, already
filling.  I wondered how full it would get with congealing creampie.

The man put the glass down on a table, and the camera stayed on my
wife.  It zoomed in so that I could watch her fingers masturbating,
turning the dripping residue into foam.  The conversation was muted,
but I clearly heard my wife say, "Stick your fucking cock in my
mouth".  Her fingers lagged occasionally, and several times her hands
disappeared off camera entirely.  Presumably she was stroking the cock
I could hear her slurping.

Finally, she moved and knelt on the bed.  The camera pulled back so
that I could see she was sucking a new man, the fourth.  He was older,
graying, and his cock wasn't steel-hard.  But he was treating my wife
like the slut she was, grabbing her hair and pumping her mouth.  She
loves the submissive feeling of having her face fucked.  This old man
was getting her hot.

"Get on your back," he commanded.  She did, eagerly, and he slipped
easily into her slippery pussy.  "Damn you are sloppy," he complained.
 "Means I got to fuck you harder."

"Do it," she moaned, "fuck me hard like you want."

In response, he grabbed her thighs and held on as he pistoned in and
out.  The room was filled with the sounds of sloppy sex.

"You're just too slick," he said after ten minutes of continual
screwing.  The camera had caught it all on film and I watched the
various views of her red snatch taking this stranger's dick.

"Then come here and let me suck you," she purred.  Her mouth was hot
and eager, and he didn't last long.  She never let me cum in her
mouth, but she let this guy.  She smiled directly into the camera for
my benefit, then let the cum dribble out of her mouth and into the
glass.

"Nasty," a voice commented.

Her reply?  "Whose next?"

Eventually, I saw that there were five men who fucked my wife.  After
they all came in one of her holes, they each got another round.  And
another, until they were empty.  It was unnerving to watch my wife cum
so  many times and so easily.

She literally screamed in pleasure when the older man screwed her ass
while the big first man filled her cunt.  Thank goodness he pulled out
and squirted into the glass.  My mind was reeling while watching with
the notion that she'd take his cum in her ass and make me eat a
fudgepie.

The worst was when they tired of capturing porn.  Then they left the
camera on a tripod, focused on the glass.  Occasionally, someone would
take the glass away to add to the contents.  I had to stare at the
glass, listening to them on my wife, seeing distorted reflections in
the glass of her fucking and sucking five strangers, all so that I
could drink the creampie they made with the woman I cherish.

Finally, it was over.  The camera turned off and I knew my time was
near.  She let them out of the house, and there was a long delay until
she entered the guest room where I was affixed to the chair with cling
wrap.

She brought the camera in to film me.  "Ready for your confession?" she asked.

I licked my dry lips.  "Not really," I said truthfully.

"Yes you are," she smiled, turning on the camera.  "So," she started
for the benefit of the camera, "how did you like watching the show?"

"Watching you cum on other guy's cocks?" I asked.  "I hated it.  You
never told me you would cum."

She burst out laughing.  "What did you think I would do?  Hate it?"

Uh.  No.

"So what do you think of this glass full of the results?"

"I think it looks full," I said.

"You want to drink it, don't you?"

"No."

"Admit it!  You want to suck down all the cum that was in me!"

I paused, my face turning red.  "OK, if you say so."  I couldn't admit it.

"You want to drink it and clean the glass?"

"If you say so."

"Just admit that you are a horny man who likes watching his wife
fucked by other men and then eating their sperm."  She moved over and
trailed a finger over my throbbing cock.  "You admit it, and you'll
leave the last load in me tonight."

I thought hard.  We'd both wanted this, so why couldn't I admit it? 
What was wrong with stating our mutual desire?  And yet, it was damn
tough.

She leaned in close.  I saw bite marks on her breast from one of the
men.  I could smell the sex on her.  "Just say it honey," she
whispered in my ear, "I need you to make it OK and make love to me."

That broke all the defenses I had.  "Please baby, let me drink down
their juices."  I said it as clearly as I could.  "I want to taste
what you made with them."

The actual drinking was harder than I imagined.  The creampies had
congealed to a custard consistency.  It wasn't like I was drinking
milk; I had to let globs of it dissolve in my mouth before I could
swallow it.  But finally, it was done.

She released me, and I led her to the bed.  She chafed my wrists and
ankles to restore circulation, and slowly moved to my cock.  "Make
love to me," she said, her voice dripping with love.

We made love, and the camera was focused on the empty glass.