My Wife has Two Personalities (A/L)

(A) – This story contains extensive anal play, including analingus and anal intercourse. 

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

 

My Wife has Two Personalities

A “Carol the Cummer” true story

 

I would like to tell you about my beautiful sexy wife.  She is a well-respected member of her church and community: a member of the church board, a former Sunday School teacher, sometime contributor to Sunday sermons, and a choir member. 

Then there is the other Carol…who sometimes drinks more than usual and lets her crazy twin loose.  This is a story about that twin. 

Carol is a beautiful brunette with large firm tits, a tight ass, and firm toned legs.  She works out regularly to stay fit.  We have been together for a long time.  

She also has a box full of sex toys…vibrators of all kinds, five dildos, and a couple of clit suckers.  And Carol is multi-orgasmic.  So we do not have a vanilla sex life, though it does become scripted and repetitive after a while.  

The story starts when we were at a nude resort near where we live in California.  We had been there once before and enjoyed the laid-back vibe.  Carol gets lots of looks from the other men and women by the pool, but, like most nude resorts, there is a strict “no public sex” policy to keep the resort family-friendly.  They do, however, have a nightclub that opens on Friday and Saturday nights.  People will come to the club nude, partially nude or dressed in very sexy outfits.  We went to the club and Carol wore a completely see-through dress that highlighted her large brown nipples and shaved pussy. 

We had been at the club for an hour or so, dancing and mingling.  Carol was on her second Irish whiskey, which is usually her limit.  We were on the dance floor when she suddenly looked at me and said, “You have to get me out of here.”

I reached out to her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’ve had too much to drink.”

I put my arm around her to steady her and guided her out of the club.  As we headed back to our room, she was talking a mile a minute – something she does when she’s drunk – and having trouble walking.  She was also grabbing my ass and rubbing my hardening cock as we walked. 

“I don’t know what happened.  I was only on my second drink!” Then she looked at me with an evil smile and said, “We are going to have some wild sex tonight.  Are you ready? I am going to fuck the shit out of you.”

I knew I was in for something crazy because this happens from time to time.  Once in New Orleans, after learning how strong a Hurricane drink is, she suggested, while I was fucking her, that I ask the three young guys we had met who were staying down the hall to come and join us.  I didn’t, but Carol’s “evil twin” has a devilish imagination when stimulated.  She then rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs up to my chest, and gave me my first rim job.  She licked my asshole like it was her favorite ice cream cone.  It was unbelievably stimulating and, unfortunately, never repeated.

So I was more than ready for what was about to happen.

We made it back to our room and dropped what few clothes we had on the floor, then headed straight to the bed.  Carol was on my cock in a flash.  She licked it from nuts to head and then took it into her mouth and slid it to the back of her throat.  Carol worked my cock in and out of her mouth, then slowed down and moved slowly to the engorged head of my cock and held in her teeth. 

Carol likes to get a little rough when she has been drinking, and she was fully into it.

As Carol held my cockhead with her teeth, she flicked her tongue over the head and pushed it into the leaking end of my by now throbbing dick.  Suddenly she pulled her head off my cock and reached for the nightstand where we had put our favorite lube, coconut oil.  It lasts a long time and is edible.  When she scooped some out with her fingers, I knew what was coming.  Carol read somewhere that a prostate massage helps prevent cancer, so she has been very diligent in making sure my prostate is healthy. 

Carol slid her well-lubed finger into my asshole and her mouth over my dripping cock.  As she pistoned her finger in and out of my ass, she slid her mouth up and down the length of my cock.  I couldn’t stay still; my hips bounced up into her mouth and then down on her probing finger.  I thought it couldn’t get any better when Carol paused for a couple of seconds, took a deep breath, and pushed her mouth down on my cock until I could feel the head pop into her throat.  She had never done that before.  At the same time she drove her finger as deep into my ass as she could.  The combination was exquisite. 

By the third time my cock entered her throat and her finger explored my ass, I was ready to blow, but it was too soon.  So I pulled her suctioning mouth off my cock and pushed her onto her back and dove for her dripping wet cunt.  Carol was more than ready.  Her outer lips were swollen and her hard clit was throbbing as I drove my tongue into her slippery folds and flicked at her nub.  Carol is very vocal when she is drunk and she let me know what she wanted. 

“Oh fuck yeah, eat me! Eat my wet cunt! Fuck yeah fuck yeah!” she screamed. 

Carol grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it into her steaming snatch as I concentrated on her clit, sucking it back and forth between my teeth.  Her orgasm wasn’t going to take long.  Her legs scissored my head between them and her hips thrust up as her back arched and she started to orgasm. 

“Yeah, yeah, right there, fuck yeah, oh oh oh I’m cuuuuuummmmming!” She thrust her hips up once, twice, three times and then collapsed back onto the bed with a giant moan, “Ohhhhh, yeah!”

Carol may have thought that was it, but I had other ideas.  I stayed attached to her throbbing clit and continued sucking hard.  Her eyes flew open and she gasped, “No no I need a res…oh yeah! Do that! Keep sucking, eat me, eat me, fuck yeeesssss!”

Her hips started to roll like waves as her next orgasm began to build.  She grabbed at the sheets as her head rolled from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut.  “Oh yeah, lick it, suck my clit yes yes yeeesssss!” she hissed. 

Carol can orgasm quickly when she gets started, and this one was going to hit her fast and hard.  Both hands pulled at the sheets while her whole body tightened up.  Her mouth fell open and she panted her way to an explosion. 

“Fuuuuucccckkkkk!” she screamed.  She still held the sheets in both hands as she strained through her climax, then flopped back onto the bed as her legs splayed open.  I stayed where I was with my head between her legs and my lips an inch from her hot steaming cunt.  I could see fluid leaking out of her pussy and running into her ass crack. 

“Geeez that was good!” she said as her breath slowly came back to normal. 

I started to slowly probe her dripping pussy with my tongue as she tried to clamp her legs closed and push me away with her hands.  But I held her hips tightly and kept up my slow exploration of her creamy hot center.  From her quivering taint to her still-swollen clit, I licked up and down, back and forth, and around in circles while I slowly brought her previous orgasm back to life.  Carol’s legs stayed wide open and slowly her hips started to roll again.  Just a little at first but, as I continued to work her dripping pussy, her hips picked up speed, as did her dirty talk.

“That’s it, lick me, eat me, just like that.  Nice and fucking slow.  Oh yeah!”

She settled back onto the bed and continued to roll her hips into my flicking tongue.  I took my time and worked her clit back and forth, up and down and all around. 

Carol sighed and moaned and slowly picked up the pace of her rolling hips.  Her breathing started to get deeper and more intense.  Her hips circled as well as moving up and down.  I moved my tongue slowly over her clit, slid my tongue in and out of her leaking hole, and went back to her clit to circle and suck it into my mouth. 

Her moans got deeper and louder, her hips now bouncing off the bed.  Her leg muscles tightened up and her arms strained as she pulled at the sheets again. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuccccckkkkk yeah!” she screamed as her orgasm hit.  Her eyes went wide and she started to vibrate from head to toe, and then went rigid as her climax peaked, just her feet and head touching the bed.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!” Carol moaned out as her orgasm washed over her.  Then she dropped onto the bed, her body going limp.  “Oh my, oh my, oh my, that was good!”

She had had three intense orgasms.  This is where things usually speed up, and following orgasms come fast and hard.

I crawled up beside her and licked her nipple as my fingers grazed her dripping slit slowly and gently.  Her breathing started to return to normal. 

“You are on fire tonight,” I whispered to her as I continued to rub her soaked folds.  “I may need to go back to the club and get some help.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I ran my fingers over her still throbbing clit. 

“Just think about it: one set of lips on each nipple, the other licking your clit.”

“Oh geez yes, yes!” she panted.  Her eyes closed as another orgasm built.  Her hands dropped to the bed as she searched for and started stroking my cock.  Both hands started moving up and down like she had a cock in both hands.  I’d clearly put an idea in her head.

Her pussy was red-hot as I slipped two fingers into her quivering tunnel.  I continued whispering to her as I stroked in and out of her.  “Anyone in particular I should bring back?” We had commented on some of the people when we were at the night club – what they were wearing and some of their attributes – and bringing it up again excited her as I continued stroking her pussy.  “Maybe the completely nude dude?”

“Oh yeah, he would be good, and the guy wearing the sarong!” Carol had commented on how thick his cock was.  She was getting close already.

“All at once? You can handle all three at once?”

“Ooooh, yeah, fuck yeah, I could handle three guys.  Oh oh oh oh ooooohhhhhh!” And she grabbed my hand as she tensed up and erupted.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth pulled open. 

I slowed my stroking fingers down but didn’t stop.  I curled my fingers up and made a come-hither motion so I would hit her g-spot.  Carol’s g-spot is like an electric shock and her orgasms are explosive and immediate.  Usually it takes no more than two passes over her special place.

“Aaaaahhhhh fuuuucccckkk!” Carol bolted up straight, eyes flying open and mouth agape as she grabbed my hand and pulled it out; the sensations were too much.  She flopped back on the bed to catch her breath.

“So three guys huh,” I teased.  “Anything in particular you would like?”

“They can all lick my cunt,” she grunted, “one after another, yeah.” 

“Then you need to crawl up here and I can give you some practice,” I grinned as I laid back and invited her aboard.  She was still panting as she moved to her knees and straddled my face. 

Dropping her wet snatch to my hungry mouth, she put both hands on the headboard and started stroking her hips back and forth.  I attacked her clit.  After a minute, as her orgasm quickly built, she leaned back and grabbed her firm tits and squeezed her rock-hard nipples between her fingers, still rolling her hips and grinding her way to her next peak. 

I held the cheeks of her firm ass as I helped her hump my face.  Carol lifted one of her nipples to her mouth and sucked the hard nub between her lips and flicked her tongue over the sensitive nipple.  There is a direct line between Carol’s nipples and her electric clit, and as soon as she sucked her nub her eyes closed and she let out a loud moan.

“Oh fuck yeah!” She tensed up and let her orgasm wash over her. 

But she wasn’t done. I held her ass as she started to pull away and moved down to tongue her dripping hole.  She slid her fingers down to her enlarged clit and began strumming it like a guitar string.  Within fifteen seconds, she was cumming again.  I continued to lick her outer lips and drive my tongue deep into her.  I had to swallow as her juices ran into my mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuucccckkkk yeah!” And she came again, her head thrown back, her fingers furiously working her clit, and one hand punishing her nipple. 

As her orgasm subsided, she moved down my body and slid her drenched cunt onto my rock-hard straining cock.  I drove fully into her as she collapsed onto me, panting and moaning.  She was still on fire and working toward another orgasm.  She was starting to scare me. 

I growled, “So the idea of three guys at once really does it for you I guess.  Do you think three guys would be enough? You might need more if you’re like this.”

“Three’s all I can handle at once,” she groaned out as she pounded her hips onto my cock. 

This is completely out of character for Carol.  We have discussed it before, as have most couples, with varying degrees of seriousness, but she was fully engaged. 

“So one at a time you could handle more? You do like getting fucked, and filled with cum.”

Carol loves to feel my cock unloading into her.  She is always disappointed, when we masturbate together, if I don’t hold off and cum inside her. 

“Yeah, yeah, I love cock, I love getting fucked! Fill my cunt up with cum!” 

Carol was in her own little sex world now.  Panting, grunting, and pumping her ass up and down on my turgid cock.  We were both getting close.  She raised up onto her arms so she could drive her cunt onto my cock.  I gripped her ass and pulled her onto me. 

I was really turned on by her dirty talk and the wild fucking.  “You love getting fucked don’t you?”

She grunted as I said this, her eyes closed again, her mouth and her breathing ragged as she drove to a monster explosion. 

“Oh fuck, yeah fuck me hard! I love cock, lots of cock.  I love getting fucked.  I’d fuck them, let them fill me up.  Fuck yeeeesssss! Aaaaahhhhhhh! Unnnnngggg!” 

Carol was rigid, her arms and body straining against the raging orgasm that was hitting her.  She drove her upper body up off of me and arched her back as her climax ripped through her.  She held that position as I ravaged her nipples, then she flopped over on the bed.  Her arms and legs were splayed wide, her tits heaving up and down as her breath came in gasps. 

I should have given her a chance to catch her breath, but I was beyond turned on and ready to blow a load.  I turned to her and grabbed a firm tit and started to mount her. 

Her eyes opened.  “Okay it’s your turn! How do you want me? What is your favorite position?” she asked.

I continued to mount her, sliding my hand under her to grab her ass as I slid my stone-hard cock into her.  We love this position so we can kiss while I pile my cock into her.  But my favorite thing is to slide my finger into her tight ass while I fuck her.  Something about her tight anal ring grabbing my finger makes me cum, though she complains that it doesn’t feel good.

But not tonight. 

Her ass was drenched from her orgasms, and as I slid my hand under her ass and worked my finger toward her sphincter, she moaned and pushed down as the tip of my middle finger entered her ass.  Then she pushed her hips up to meet my hard cock and back down to slowly push my finger into her hot tight ass. 

I was in heaven.  She continued moaning and humping up and down, slowly pushing my finger into her butt until, as I drove my cock into her, I could feel my finger through the membrane between her cunt and ass. 

And that was it. 

Two strokes later I blew a load that I thought would be the end of me.  I groaned, I growled, and probably a few other things as I unloaded into her completely drenched pussy.  I pumped and pumped and thought I would orgasm forever, then collapsed onto Carol and rolled over to lay exhausted on the bed next to her. 

I looked at her, rolled back to her and gave her a deep kiss, looked at her, and said, “Wow!”

We were done.  We both fell asleep immediately, covered in sweat, lube, and cum.  

What an unbelievable wife I have! 

You may not believe this story, and I may not have all the dialogue correct, but the activities are true.  Carol is one of the small percentage of women who can orgasm almost constantly.  It is amazing to watch and incredible to participate in.  And the crazy part is, she turns seventy years old next month. 

When we woke up in the morning, the room was a mess.  Carol had returned to her quiet respectable persona and she asked me what went on after we got back.

Surprised, I asked, “Don’t you remember?”

“I don’t remember anything after we left the nightclub,” she explained, a concerned look in her eyes. 

We decided that someone must have spiked her drink with something because she has never had that reaction after two drinks. 

I started to tell her some of the things she said and did, but she wouldn’t believe me, and told me I was making it up.

“My dear,” I said, “I could make up a story, but I couldn’t come up with anything this good!”

I certainly don’t want anyone to put anything in her drink again.  That is a disgusting thing to do to a woman.  But if there is another way to get a repeat performance, I’m all for it.

What a night.