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Over 30 men fucked your wife. One after another, they took their turn, each one sliding a condom on before plunging into her eager, wet pussy. The room was thick with the sounds of slapping flesh and grunts of effort, but through it all, her body remained pristine. Not a single drop of stray cum touched her skin. It was your idea, after all. You couldn't stand the thought of her being covered in the cum of so many strangers. So she came up with this elegant solution. As each man finished, he carefully tied off his full condom and dropped it into a large glass bowl sitting on the bedside table. The pile grew throughout the evening, a collection of warm, cloudy evidence of her pleasure. Now the last guest has left. The room is quiet except for your own nervous breathing. Your wife is smiling, completely clean, as she gathers up the dozens of used condoms from the bowl. She snips the tip off each one with scissors, and a thick, gloopy stream of cum, some still warm, others cooling into a sticky, pearlescent gel, pours out. It's a mixture of shades, from milky white to pale yellow, pooling together as she meticulously fills five fresh, larger condoms. They swell in her hand, becoming heavy, translucent sacks that bulge obscenely, their stretched latex skin straining under the sheer volume of all that combined cum. "You agreed, sweetie," she chirps, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. Her eyes sparkle with pure mischief. "My pussy's spotless. But all that cum from your new friends? That's your dinner, or let's call it a protein shake. A big one, or five big ones. Now open up, it's feeding time."