The first six paragraphs came to me in a dream many years ago and I've added to it here and there until it became what it is today. It contains group sex including male on male contact so if that offends your senses please feel free to move along.
I came to and found my wife Amber and I in a conference room, "sitting" at a large oblong table, unaware as to how we got there and what we're there for. We're on opposite ends of the table trying to communicate via facial expressions as there are three men dressed in black suits who hush us to silence whenever we try to talk to them or to each other.
Eventually a person in a white lab coat walks in. They tell Amber "It's your turn." Without being told anything else she begins to remove her clothes and is soon standing there in her panties. They simply say "All of them."
Once Amber's completely naked they extends their hand giving her a small towel which won't fit around her waist, and with their other hand direct Amber to the door. Amber walks out the door, takes a right down the hall with the towel partially covering her butt. She walks to the end of the hall and goes through double doors on the left and is gone.
Time passes. There's nothing to do but wait. I'm not allowed to leave the room but other people come and go after talking to the men in black. I can only sit there worrying, hoping Amber's ok and wondering WTF is going on. I have no idea how much time has passed.
Eventually the lab coat returns and I'm told it's my turn. I strip, leave the room and hang a right. I meet a still naked Amber halfway down the hall. It's obvious what she's been up to as she's covered in a sweaty sheen and is just glowing. I as get closer I notice cum smeared and dripping down her inner thighs. She looks completely spent and barely able to walk. When I get to her we hug and kiss. I ask if she's ok and what going on. She doesn't tell me anything, she just kind of smiles.
It's then that I'm struck with an important realization: I have no idea if it's my turn to go through the doors or if it's my turn to be with Amber.
Our embrace ends and I help her back to the conference room after it becomes apparent she not distressed or harmed. She's tired so I help her onto the table so she can lie down along the table's edge. I stand next to her, leaning over her trying to embrace and connect with her. I kiss her face and neck, tasting a mix of sweat and other bodily fluids.
I ask what happened. Her mumbled response "So much... so many."
My brain fails to connect the pieces and I can only ask "So much what? So many what?"
Her response is one simple word: "People."
My mind is a train wreck of confusion. "What people?"
Her response still lacks clarity. "Men. Women. So much."
Again with the "so much"!?
I lean in to kiss her, to reassure her as I hear those words escape her lips again. "So much." As my lips near her face I feel her hands on my shoulders pushing me. Not away but down. My tongue dragging between her breasts as she pushes further "south". Her hands move to the top of my head and she keeps moving me "south" as I try to nibble her tummy. That's when I notice the dried cum in her belly button. The efforts to clean her up were clearly far from thorough.
Then she shocks me. Somehow she has the energy to not only move but to quickly swing around on the table so that her ass is perched on the edge of it and her legs are spread invitingly wide. The sight is more shocking than her movement. The amount of cum smeared across her inner thighs was beyond belief. Her gorgeous pussy was gaped, cum still visible within, and glazed like her thighs. A puddle forming from beneath her ass implies that her pussy is not the only orifice leaking cum and I imaging her gaped asshole. I'm entranced by the view of the semen leaking from and smeared across her. She's absolutely gorgeous. After a moment I tear my gaze from her sex and look deep into her eyes. She looks back. There is no fear. No sorrow. No guilt.
Then the most shocking thing yet. Two simple words barely above a whisper.
"Eat me."
My mind reels. How many loads were pumped into her? How many on her? How much is still inside?
Then the growl escapes her lips.
Part plea.
Part command.
All desperation.
"EAT ME."
Those two words. I love eating her, always have. I'm shocked but don't want to disappoint, she's in need. In what feels like an eternity I realize I am what I am. I am a moth to a flame and I want to burn.
I lean in and lick her outer lips from bottom to top. She moans as I savor this experience. I swallow and lick her lips though more slowly this time. I lean back wishing I had my camera so I could save this image forever. I lean in again. She realizes that I'm about to suck on her pussy and she clenches her pussy tight filling my mouth with what remains of her many lovers cum. I have no choice but to swallow and I gulp the mixture down. I plunge my tongue deep into her and again she pushes the dregs of the cum in her into my mouth. Somewhere in this mix is her flavor and I love it. Something new. Something naughty. While I never imagined eating someone else' cum from her pussy I embrace the experience and enthusiastically continue my oral ministrations.
Then I feel it. A hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head. A stern voice informs me that "ENOUGH! This is not where you are supposed to be."