I swallowed one more load at the glory hole, rather quickly. Thankfully most wifelovers and men have quick triggers. Cory and I then headed out of the glory hole and back to the car… my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, the thought of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.
Cory drove to a gas station, realizing he had forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me go and pay with my face coated with the now dried cum. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn’t say anything.
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Wanting to shock him, I said, “Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?”
He nodded all polite even as the look of revelation crossed his face, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Damn glory holes really don’t have a place to wash up after taking a few loads,” I sighed dramatically. “Where is your bathroom? I can’t have my husband see me looking like a complete cum slut.”
“O-o-over there, ma’am,” he stammered, clearly stunned by what he was witnessing.
“Thanks, sexy,” I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling so good and nasty.
As I looked in the mirror, my face a mess with dried cum, I knew I was going to have to have a frank honest talk with Alex sometime very soon. The reality was I loved him, but I just wasn’t attracted to him the way I used to be, or the way I was to Cory, and it wasn’t fair to be cheating on him… he deserved much better than that … but not until after we were alone and Cory was settled in at the college.
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I took a selfie of my cum coated face, somehow wanting to immortalize this moment forever, the moment I knew without a doubt my marriage was over, and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.
The idea of being alone, being single after all these years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.
It wasn’t fair to Alex; it wasn’t fair to me.
Without realizing it, we had drifted apart and wanted a different rest of our lives.
I washed up, peed and returned to the car.
Cory noticed I looked melancholy and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s over,” I said.
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“What is?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Not you and me,” I laughed, squeezing his knee, somehow feeling better about my decision after seeing his response. “No, your father and I.”
“Oh,” he said, looking guilty instantly. After all the wild sex, the risk, the lust… life suddenly became real. There had to be consequences to our many acts of sexual misconduct as we couldn’t live in this fairy tale land forever.
“It’s not you,” I said. I then reworded it. “No, it definitely is you. Regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I am no longer the same. I know what I want and I know your father is not the man that can give me what I need.”
“I don’t know what to….”
“Nothing, honey,” I said. “What you did was save me years of living in a life I don’t want. You woke up a part of me that I thought I could never have back. And now that it’s back, I can’t just push it back down to some reclusive part of my body and ignore it. No, you let my true personality out of the cage and it’s not going to be tamed.
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“So now what?” he asked.
“Well, after we drop you off tomorrow, I will have a long talk with your father,” I said.
“You’re not going to tell him about us?” he asked, suddenly worried.
“No, no,” I shook my head. “But I have to admit, I don’t want us to be over either.”
“Me either,” he said, before adding, “this has been about more than just sex, Mom.”
“I hope so,” I smiled.
“I’m serious,” he continued. “I want you to be more than just my backseat Mom.”
“Backseat Mom,” I laughed. I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, “What do you want?”
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He paused as we rolled to a stop, “I want it all.”
“That’s a pretty vague statement,” I pointed out.
“I want you to be my mom, but my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-slut. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole fuck toy cum bucket,” he said, somehow saying it all in a bizarrely sincere way.
“I want that too,” I said, yet unsure how to make that happen.
Horns honked and he laughed, “Got distracted.”
I reached for his cock in his pants, which was hard again, and said, “You get me distracted all the time. Plus, what do you feed this thing? It never sleeps.”
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“It’s always awake for you,” he replied, as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.
“Well, Cory,” I said. “I’m not sure what will happen over the next while, but understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever happens with your father and me.”
“Okay,” he nodded, the mood suddenly depressing, since twenty minutes earlier I had a stranger’s cock in my mouth and his in both my pussy and ass.
We got out of the car and went back to our hotel room as I whispered, trying to lighten the mood, “We still have one more day of backseat fucking, baby.”
He laughed, and nodded, “Well you are my Backseat Mommy.”
“I do like that name,” I nodded, before adding, “I also like Mommy-slut, cum bucket, ass whore, slut or whatever else you want to call me.”
“And I love being a mother fucker,” he said, as we reached the door of our room.
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“Well, back to faking it,” I joked, as I put the hotel key in the door.
To my surprise, Alex was still awake when we returned to the hotel.
Alex said, reading a book on the bed, “I was just beginning to worry about you.”
“Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city,” I answered, still vividly envisioning the black cock I sucked and wondering what it would be like to have it in my pussy.
“Great, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Alex said, as he closed his book.
“Oh, it was an eye opening experience,” I replied, seemingly unable not to respond with sexual innuendo of the truth.
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“Well, a few more hours and you will be at college Cory,” Alex said, getting off the bed.
“Yeah, crazy to think this wild trip is almost over,” Cory nodded.
A sudden sadness coursed through me again at the reality that this was indeed almost the end of the craziest ride ever… pun intended. As I looked at my oblivious husband, I knew I couldn’t go back to the mundane life I had before my son rekindled a dying flame.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to have you leave,” I pouted.
Alex laughed, “Empty nest syndrome hitting already, honey?”
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Empty mouth, cunt and ass syndrome was what I was really thinking, but I nodded, “I guess so.” Ironically, I was really originally looking forward to dropping Cory off at college and then starting the next chapter of my life with Alex. Yet now, the chapter that had already been pre-written definitely needed a massive rewrite.
Alex went to the washroom and Cory walked over to me, pushed me to my knees and I quickly fished out his cock and sucked my own pussy and ass taste off it.