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Chapter Three

Susie satisfied her sexual frustration with her fingers, and her sexy thoughts about that handsome black FedEx delivery guy.

But her
other
issue seemed to be satisfied by something else entirely.

As the day neared it’s end, Susie realized that for the first time in weeks, her nose had began to stop bothering her.

Perhaps it was because she didn’t scratch it, or maybe it was the cum itself, but for some reason Susie’s humiliating facial was working wonders on her dermatitis.

In fact, by the time the sun sunk below the horizon, and Susie finally heard Marcus pulling his Cadillac back into the driveway after a long day at work, her nose had stopped irritating her entirely.

The key rattled in the lock as Marcus opened the front door. He swaggered in and threw his briefcase in the corner.

“Hi honey! I’m horny! I mean, HOME.”

Sitting on the sofa, watching HGTV, Susie was still wearing both her Ducky pajamas, and his cum all over her pretty face.

“Well, hello, dear,” she purred.

“Holy shit,” Marcus grinned, kicking shut the door behind him. “You actually
did it
.”

Susie pouted. “What, you
doubted
me?”

She could already see what effect this was having on Marcus. Her handsome husband was pulling off his tie and stripping off his jacket even as he pounced across the room towards her.

A moment later, he was on top of her, kissing her neck, and murmuring: “Fuck, that’s so sexy to come back home and see you covered in my cum.”

Susie giggled, but pushed him off.

“
Hey
,” she snapped. “We had a
deal
, buddy. Where’s my painting?”

Snarling in frustration, Marcus clambered off his sexy wife, and staggered to his feet.

“Well, I suppose you
did
earn it,” he admitted. Shirt untucked, and pants bulging with his erection, Marcus yanked open the front door and headed out to his car.

Susie heard the creak of the long, low door being opened, and then the clunk as Marcus slammed it shut. A moment later, he returned to the house bearing a small rectangle wrapped in brown paper.

He handed it over.

Excitedly, Susie tore at the paper – for the first time that day, suddenly forgetting that she was crusty and sticky with Marcus’s cum.

Inside the package was a gilt-framed print of one of Salvador Dali’s infamous Dante’s Inferno paintings – printed from the original woodblock and even initialed by Dali himself.

“Oh, my God,” Susie’s eyes welled up with tears. “I
love
it.” She looked up at Marcus. “Thank you, baby.”

Marcus smiled, unbuttoning his shirt.

“They have one more at the gallery,” he grinned, peeling off the crisp, white cotton. “I’ve asked them to hold it for me.” Then he tossed the shirt over his shoulder. “Maybe you can earn it tomorrow.”

Susie carefully placed the print on the table by the settee, and then turned to her husband; giving him her full attention as he unbuckled his pants.

“Maybe I can,” she grinned.

And that’s when Marcus pounced on her.

Chapter Four

Susie wasn’t exactly turned on by humiliation. Instead, she was turned on by just how much that humiliation turned
Marcus
on.

And today was no exception.

Her husband threw himself on top of Susie on the couch, and kissed her furiously. Susie eagerly kissed him back, as they each fumbled to pull off each other’s clothes – Marcus’s suit pants, and Susie’s Ducky pajamas.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Marcus groaned, as he yanked Susie’s pajama pants clean off. “You sitting at home wearing my cum, like an obedient little slut.”

Susie groaned, as her husband kicked off his pants. His hard-on reared from between his legs like a thick, pale torpedo. Susie giggled, and stretched out her fingers to curl around it.

“Huuungh,” Marcus groaned in pleasure as she began stroking his throbbing shaft.

“Come here,” she ordered.

Using his cock as a handle, Susie pulled Marcus forward, and he positioned himself between her thighs. Like well-oiled machinery, their bodies worked in unison together; Marcus’s cock automatically finding the entrance to Susie’s eager pussy, and nuzzling against her glistening lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Marcus murmured, as he gazed deeply into Susie’s eyes and thrust.

“Unnnngh,” Susie arched her back as her husband filled her, stretching her pussy with inch after inch of his thick, satisfying cock.

Within seconds, he was inside her all the way, and they gazed into each other’s eyes as their bodies were finally interconnected.

“You look so fucking sexy, with my cum over your face.”

Susie giggled: “You’re such a pig. You know I had to sign for a package like this?”

Marcus groaned, and Susie felt his cock throb inside of her. He began to thrust, and the whole sofa creaked as he slid in and out of her.

“W-was it Derek?” Marcus groaned. “The big, black delivery guy? The one you fancy?”

Susie’s cheeks burned.

“I do not fancy him,” she lied.

“Oh, I bet he loved it,” Marcus kissed her furiously. “Looking at your pretty face, and wondering what that was plastered all over it.” He began thrusting faster. “I bet he knew.”

“Unnngh,” Susie wrapped her arms around her husband’s shoulders, and humped up to meet his thrusts. “Y-you’re such a pig. It was so humiliating.”

“I bet he thought it was hot,” Marcus groaned. “I bet he wished he was the one cumming all over that pretty face of yours.”

“Oh, fuck,” Susie squeezed shut her eyes. “I-I bet you’re right.”

“Oh, God, I can’t hold out…” Marcus’s thrusting was fast and rough. He reached one hand up to squeeze Susie’s breast through her pajamas. “You’re just too fucking sexy…”

“No, it’s fine,” Susie groaned. “Oh, God, you’re
so hard
.”

And then she felt Marcus’s cock throb, and swell, and spurt hotly inside of her.

The moment she felt him cumming inside of her, Susie felt her own orgasm wash over her. For the third time that day, pleasure crackled over her body like electricity, and she moaned hotly into Marcus’s ear.

Then, drained, they both collapsed into each other’s arms on the couch.

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus groaned. “You’re amazing.”

Susie giggled, and stroked Marcus’s sweaty head. She could feel his cum dribbling out of her. It occurred to her how naughty it was to be sticky at both ends from his seed.

“Get off me, you big lug,” she eventually laughed. “I’ve got to go and take a shower.”

Chapter Five

The next morning, Susie looked at herself in the mirror and her eyes opened wide.

Her nose was looking great.

“Holy shit, Marcus,” the happy housewife called from the bathroom. “Look at my nose!” And when Marcus poked his head around the doorframe, she proudly showed off how the inflammation and rash had practically disappeared.

“You’re a sick pervert, Marcus,” Susie grinned. “But your little tactic seemed to work. I did work really hard not to scratch it yesterday, and it seemed to work.”

Marcus grinned lasciviously.

“Well, unless it was the cum that did it.” He shrugged. “It’s an old wive’s tale that it’s good for the skin; but maybe there’s some truth to it.”

Susie giggled, but she was actually thinking about it. She’d tried so many skin creams and potions over the years; surely this wasn’t any weirder than the chia seed scrub she’d bought from
Origins
, or the twenty dollar lotion she’d bought in France that supposedly contained
real
snail slime.

Marcus was grinning at her.

“So, I was going to swing buy the gallery after work,” he purred, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Maybe I could pick up that other painting you like.” And then he licked his lips. “If, y’know… You
earn
it.”

Susie pouted.

“Marcus, if you loved me you’d buy it for me
without
extorting sexual perversions.”

Marcus gasped.

“Susie!
How dare you
!” He feigned outrage. “You really think I’d blow my load all over that pretty face of yours merely for
my own personal enjoyment?
” He shook his head. “Shame on you.” And then he lowered his head, until his face was inches away from hers, and purred: “I’m doing it for
you
. So you won’t scratch your nose today.”

And Susie thought about it for a second.

Even though it was clear Marcus was full of shit, and he was just extorting a blowjob out of her, she had a couple of reasons to consider his demand. He
was
going to buy her a painting if she did it, and it
was
a great way to make sure she didn’t scratch her nose.

But, perhaps most convincingly of all, it was a sexy idea.

The thought of kneeling on the bathroom floor, and sucking her handsome husband’s big cock? And then letting him spurt all over her face?

Susie’s panties were instantly soaked.

But despite her enthusiasm, she feigned outrage as she dropped to her knees in the bathroom doorway, and reached to unbuckle Marcus’s pants.

“You’re a monster, you know,” she grinned, yanking open his suit pants, and reaching inside. Her fingers soon curled around his thickening shaft, and Susie struggled to pull his cock free. “Making your poor wife suck your cock, like some kind of a whore.”

“Oh, stop it, you little slut,” Marcus grinned, slapping Susie on the cheek with his hardening cock. “You love it, don’t lie.” And then Marcus groaned, as Susie licked his balls and stroked his cock. “Unnngh….. I know y-you love to suck cock,” he groaned. “F-fuck, if I didn’t let you do this, to get it out of your system, you’d probably be on your knees for the FedEx delivery guy by lunchtime.”

Susie’s pussy throbbed at that mental image.

“Would you like that,” Susie purred, slurping up and down the length of Marcus’s shaft. “Would you like to know your wife’s a little cock-sucking whore while you’re hard at work in the office?”

And the dirty words, and her slurping tongue, were too much for him.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Marcus groaned, and then Susie giggled as hot spurts of cum splattered her face.

She eagerly stroked his cock, milking each spurt as it rained down on her face, until Marcus groaned for mercy and she released his sticky, drained shaft from her fingers.

She giggled again, wiping the cum from her fingers off over her nose.

“The skin treatment is applied,” she purred.

“Mmmm,” Marcus bent down and kissed her on her cum-covered lips. “And don’t you look just
beautiful
in it.” And then he winked. “Make sure you’re still wearing it when I come home, and I’ll bring that beautiful painting with me.”

And that made Susie’s panties almost as wet as the blowjob had.

Chapter Six

For most of the day, things seemed to be going to plan.

With HGTV on in the background, and still wearing her Ducky pajamas, Susie busied herself around the house while waiting for the delivery guy.

She did the laundry. She worked on her art. She put a couple of things on eBay, and then investigated the garden project she was planning to get started on that summer.

And through it all, she wore her husband’s cum all over her face like it was a trophy.

But a little after lunchtime, disaster struck.

She was in the kitchen, and popped open a jar of jalapeños. Susie
loved
jalapeños, and could quite happily eat an entire jar of them if she wasn’t fully in control of herself.

Today, she was just making lunch, though – and carefully picked out half the jar, slice by slice, to stick between two slices of bread to make a jalapeño sandwich (this is the point where Susie, if she was able to communicate to you, would be saying: “Don’t judge me!”)

She squeezed the two slices of whole wheat bread together, screwed shut the jar and then, without even thinking about it, wiped a stray wisp of hair from her eye.

“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Jalapeño juice immediately seared her eyeball.

Cursing like a sailor with Tourette Syndrome, Susie staggered over to the sink, threw her head under the tap and yanked the cold water on full force. It spurted into her face like a firehose – and blissfully washed clear her eye.

Gasping for breath, soaked to the skin and blinking furiously, Susie pulled her face from the stream of water and blotted herself dry with a dish towel…

And then realized what she’d done.

“Fuck!”

Turning her head, she glanced at the mirror above the kitchen table and saw that her face was flushed and pink, from the cold water. Her husband’s pearlescent cum was completely gone.

“Shit,” she laughed.

Fuck… How would she explain this one?

Marcus wasn’t a complete dick. She knew he’d probably understand. Hell, he’d probably even give her that second Salvador Dali painting, laughing about the whole experience.

But the truth be told? Susie felt bad about disappointing him. She could see how turned on Marcus was by the whole sexy little game of her “wearing” his cum. And rightly or wrongly, it
was
a game that
had
stopped her scratching her nose, and
had
helped ease her dermatitis.

“Shit.” A little more angrily now, she kicked the garbage can.

At that exact moment, there was a rap at the door.

Pajamas soaked, and wet hair plastered to her face, Susie turned to gaze down the corridor to the front door. Who was that?

And then she remembered that Derek, the handsome FedEx delivery dude, had promised to return with her second package.

She laughed bitterly and trudged to the door leaving a trial of drips along the hardwood floor.

Unbolting the door, she swung it open and found Derek looming above her, framed by the doorway.

“Woah,” his eyes widened when he saw her, standing there dripping wet.

“It’s a long story,” she explained, laughing.

“Dayum, Miss,” Derek passed her the clipboard, to sign for her package. “Seems every time I knock on this door these days, your face is covered with one thing or another.”

Susie first laughed, and then she realized the context of what the handsome, black delivery driver was saying. Her cheeks burned red.

“I…,” she stammered to explain. “I mean, when I saw you yesterday…”

The big, black man laughed.

“Yeah, I…” It was impossible to tell with his dark skin, but he was acting like he was blushing too.

Which was actually nice.

I mean, sure, Susie was embarrassed – but it was also kind of nice that Derek was actually
looking
at her today, and
talking
to her.

After years of having this big, sexy black guy deliver packages to her doorstep, she’d never even once seen the remotest sign that he’d even noticed she was a woman – let alone looked at her with the same admiring gaze that she’d stared at him with.

But for some reason, she’d got his attention yesterday.

Maybe wearing a face-f of cum will do that.

And then she froze.

She suddenly had the most wicked thought. Something totally outrageous. Taboo. Forbidden.

Something that instantly made her panties wet (or would have done, if she wasn’t already soaked to the skin.)

Susie looked up at the handsome black delivery guy.

“Derek, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, as she signed for the package and passed back the clipboard.

“Do you have ten minutes?”

Derek narrowed his eyes.

“W-why?” He asked. “I’m kind of on a tight schedule.”

“Okay, five minutes then,” she licked her lips. “I can work fast.”

She reached over and grabbed Derek’s wrist, and then practically wrenched the big guy through the front door, into her house.

“Derek, honey?” Susie purred, unbuttoning her soaked pajama top. “I need you to do me a
big
favor.”

Derek’s face broke into an astonished smile as this sexy, Italian housewife began taking off her pajama top in front of him.

“I…” He stammered. “Erm…”

And then he fell silent, as Susie opened up the front of her soaked pajama shirt and released her big, round breasts.

“Derek,” Susie said anxiously, squeezing and massaging her big tits. “I need you to do something for me. I’ll understand if you say no – if you’ve got a wife, or a girlfriend, or you’re gay or something… But…”

And then she finished peeling off her shirt, and tossed it over her shoulder. Totally naked above the waist, the beautiful housewife knelt down in front of the towering black guy, squeezing her breasts together and looking up flirtatiously.

“But,” Susie repeated. “If you have five minutes to spare, I
really
need you to blow your load all over my face.”