My wife takes me to cumsluts' heaven
'Right now it does. But you know what's going to happen once you cum, don't you?'
'I'm going to want to back out.'
'You won't find it kinky, slutty, once you've cum. You'll find it repulsive. Disgusting. And then we'll find out who's the real you. Is it you now? The man who's just pleasured a man with his mouth, who's taken a facial, who's snowballed a man's cum load with his wife, who's snowballed another man, who's cleaned cum covered cock, who's cleaned freshly fuck pussies, who's eaten messy, sloppy creampies. Or is the real you the man we're about to see? Now remember, all these people, these men, their wives, your wife, they've all seen you. Will you try to pretend what they saw wasn't real? Will you ask them to forget about it all? Was it just a fantasy? Was it a mistake? Or is it real? So before we move on ahead, you have one decision to make. There are three loads of cum in this cocktail. Do you want yours to be the first or the last?'
What would I rather? If I cum first, I might win some time. But if I cum last, I'll get to indulge in my cumslut fantasy a bit longer. 'I want to be the last'.
'Very well. Your wife will prepare the cocktail for you.'
It's my wife. She holds the glass underneath the first man's cock. With the other hand she's stroking him.
'Cum for me'.
I can't look away. His cum spurts out, thick ropes, pearly white in rapid succession. Eight, nine, ten spurts until cum simply oozes out. She milks him thoroughly. Gets every last drop. She takes her finger and swirls it.