“C’mon honey, please, please, just do it!”
“I…I can’t, baby…I just can’t!”
“But you promised! You said you wanted to, please do it!”
“That was before, I..I always want to before but after I…I just can’t…”
I looked down between my spread thighs, feeling foolish. I was begging my husband to eat my pussy after he’d just fucked me, something we’d both expressed interest in having happen in many a spoken fantasy, but which – again – he was chickening out of once he’d screwed me and left me full of cum.
I can’t say that I blame him, most guys wouldn’t want to do it, but hell, how many times have I swallowed his load blowing him?
This fantasy, creampie eating, was one I’d read about and long fantasized about having done to me, but Tim, my otherwise loving spouse, while sharing the fantasy pre-orgasm, quickly changed his mind after. One time, I even kissed him when I had cum in my mouth and he damn near had a heart attack.
We’ve been married for 32 years, both now in our 60s, both sexually active and imaginative, me more apt to fantasize than Tim. But we were open and honest about what we wanted. It’s just that I’m far more willing to act on it.
I limped off to the bathroom to swab myself clean, looking in the mirror at my naked body. I liked what I saw.
“Damn, Chrissie, you still got it,” I mused to myself, patting my pussy dry and looking at my nearly six-foot tall, still fairly muscular 140 pound frame, my chestnut hair shoulder length and tinged with gray, my tits, while sagging more than before, still pretty big and reasonably firm. My belly had a bit of a paunch, but was fairly trim, and my ass and legs, always my best feature, were hard and athletic looking, owing to all the exercise I get running, riding Rocky(H)s, playing tennis and kayaking.
“His loss,” I sighed to myself, walking back to the bedroom where Tim brooded.
“I’m sorry honey, it’s just…” he started.
“Honey, it’s fine, it’s fine,” I said, getting dressed. “Maybe another time. Maybe we just gotta get blazing drunk.”
He smiled weakly and I left to do some shopping. Later I met Liz, my childhood friend in whom I confided about everything. Including this. I’d talked to her about it a few months ago and she reveled in the notion, saying she had dated several men – all much younger than she – who loved “eating my creampie.” She’d laugh when telling me about it.
“Damn, Beth, I wish I could convince him,” I sighed over our salads.
“Hell, girl, just take it, take his face, ya know?” she said, seemingly surprised I hadn’t considered the notion. “Sometimes you have to just climb on his face and let him have it, or pull his head right down there between your thighs and lock him in! Let him have a good squeeze with your legs and he’ll learn his lesson! Legs like yours, that could do it. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
I looked at her pretty face, smiling, almost innocent looking, spewing out blatant instructions on how to make your man eat his cum from your cunt. She never ceased to amaze me.
“I do it all the time, even when they want to eat it,” she sighed, picking at her salad. “Makes it more fun when you take charge, ya know?”
“No, Beth, I don’t know,” I said curtly. “I want to know…oh, I don’t know, I just don’t have it in me to dominate Tim, he’s too nice.”
“Well, honey,” Beth hissed, leaning toward me. “That only leaves one other option.”
I stared at her, confused at first, then reading that sly smile on her face.
“Oh…oh, NO, Beth, never, no way, I mean really, I’m a happily married woman…”
“Not that happy, from what I can tell,” she smirked. “Least not the way we’ve been talking about.”
I let the silence build, the only sound at our table the clacking of fork to dish, mine more insistent than hers as she just sat, smiling a soft smile, looking at my stern face.
“I have one young man in my, uh, stable, who’d be more than willing,” she said calmly. “I’m just saying…if you were interested….”
“Well, I’m not,” I snapped. “Not now, not ever, so please…”
“Case closed,” she grinned, winking at me.
“Yes, it is,” I said emphatically. “Don’t bring it up again.”
“I won’t if you won’t,” she giggled.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, not that night, not the next day, not two days later when I was riding Tim’s hard cock and licking his ear, whispering my wishes to him.
“You gonna eat me, aren’t you Timmy boy, you’re gonna eat that nasty creampie outta my cunt!” I growled, biting his ear, getting caught up in dominance I didn’t know I possessed.
“Yeah…yeah, baby…eat…eat that hot cum right out of your pussy!” he babbled, feeling his balls ready to pop.
“Don’t MAKE me make you do it!” I found myself saying, pulling a sordid page out of Beth’s creampie-eating instruction book. “I’m gonna sit right on that face baby, and force it down your throat!”
“Oh, shit, yes, yes!” he bellowed.
“And I’m gonna wrap my nasty old thighs around your neck and SQUEEZE you so hard while you eat cum you’ll beg me to stop!” I continued, words pouring out of me now that I had no idea if I would or wouldn’t have the courage to follow up on.
“DAMMIT YES YES YES!!!”
He came hard and long, scorching my pussy like never before, and I figured I was onto something. But sure enough, as I came to rest atop his wilting cock and started to slide up his chest, his hands caught my hips and stopped me, fear in his eyes.
“No…no please, Chrissie…I just…I just…”
“You promised, AGAIN, dammit!” I cried out, trying to push past his hands and failing.
Angrily, I rolled off and grabbed his hair, twisting as he howled, pulling him toward my open thighs, my hairy pussy matted with sweat and cum, the lips swollen, a thick plug of jism inside. He fought me like I was trying to kill him. I managed to get my thighs around his ears, thick and powerful and fairly muscular for my age, and lock my ankles, squeezing him until he screamed in pain, pawing at the scissoring legs.
“Dammit, Tim, FUCKING EAT IT!” I roared, pulling on the back of his resisting head.
I managed to weaken him in my scissors and actually yank his face to my cunt. My orgasm was instant and intense but mercilessly short as the second his lips met cum, he fought me tenfold, pulling my thighs open and sitting back, desperately rubbing the cum from his lips.
“That’s it, dammit, Chrissie, that’s it, I don’t even want to HEAR about this ever again!” he grumbled, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom, leaving me hurt and worse, not getting the full orgasm I thought I deserved.
We hardly talked the next day or the day after, and I barely kissed him goodbye when he left that morning for a one-night business trip. I brooded all morning, shopped a little, then went home late afternoon, poured myself a whopping vodka and cranberry and sat down feeling superbly sorry for myself.
I found myself at the kitchen island, absentmindedly drumming my fingers on the granite countertop. Inches from my cell phone. I looked at it, mind racing and pussy aching. Well, a call to talk about it wouldn’t hurt.
“Creampie Wishes!” Beth answered brightly. “You make it, he’ll eat it! Can I help you??”
I roared, Beth’s humor always slayed me, as did her sexual aggressiveness which truthfully, I envied. Maybe it was time. No, it was time.
“I tried what you said, sitting on his face, wouldn’t let me, putting my thighs around his neck, and actually got him there but he fought me off, so that didn’t work,” I sighed. “Christ.”
Silence. Beth knew how to work me. Damn her.
“That guy…” I finally said softly, almost hoping she wouldn’t hear me.
“Marco, Latino, 22, young, dumb, full of cum – which he’ll happily eat from your pussy!” she laughed. “He’s smooth skinned, muscular, college athlete and hung like a moose, eight inch cock, thick as your skinny wrist and the biggest pair of cum makers you’ve probably never seen!”
“Jesus, Beth, was that rehearsed?” I laughed, astonished at her delivery.
“Nope, just speaking from the heart,” she laughed back. “And right to your pussy!”
I didn’t know how to continue. She did.
“Now, right now,” she answered, knowing what I was about to ask. “It’s 5, kid just got outta classes. One call, he’s there in an hour. You said Tim’s out of town, right?”
“Yeah, he is,” I sighed. “Now? Really? I want to freshen up…”
“No, don’t do that, Marco likes his GILFS funky like that,” she giggled.
“GILF? What the..”
“Grandmothers I’d like to fuck,” she said plainly. “Honey, you fit the bill, you’re over 60, a granny and hot as shit. Calling him now..”
“No, WAIT!” I said, just as she put me on hold.
Nervously, I waited, looking at my reflection in the living room mirror, walking in front of it, thinking I might change. I was wearing a summery print dress cut a few inches above my knees, my tanned, muscular old legs looking fit and shapely, just a hint of sag here and there and above, cleavage I wondered it Marco would like. I envisioned the young stud banging away at me and then burying his face into my cum-laden hairy pussy and it started to tingle. The phone clicked back.
“Six it is,” Beth announced happily. “He’ll be there at 6.”
“Wait…HERE?” I exclaimed. “But…the neighbors…a strange car…”
“He works for a landscaping company part time, has the truck, no worries, they’ll think you’re getting an estimate, not a creampie-cleaning!” she laughed. “I’ll call ya later to see how it went. If you’re with it enough to answer, that is, Marco’s also got a beautifully long tongue, the kid will leave you drained, I swear…”
She hung up. And I waited. And had a couple more drinks.
He was gorgeous, Beth was right. I heard the truck rumble into the drive and peeked out the window. This Adonis stepped out, tight white t-shirt hugging a very muscular torso, hell, I could see his nipples 30 feet away, and a very snug pair of black jeans on, teasing me with the package I could make out. He rang the bell as I looked at him standing on the landing. Damn, what a tight little ass that kid had.
I shored up my courage, checked my hall mirror, hair pulled into a ponytail, trying to look younger. I took a breath, opened the door. Marco’s smile could not have been brighter or bigger.
“Mrs. Barnes, so very nice to meet you,” he said, extending a hand, with his long, powerful fingers.
“Yes, yes, thanks, Marco, come in, come in,” I said nervously.
He stood at my kitchen island, looking around, admiring the house. He noticed my vodka drink on the counter and not asking, picked up the glass and walked to the bar to refresh it for me.
“I trust you’ll want maybe one more, Mrs. B?” he smiled, me drinking in that ass as he walked.
“Oh, uh, yes, sure, sure, uh, why not?”
“Don’t be nervous Mrs. B., your friend Beth said you would be,” he laughed. “I’m here to relax you, indulge you, grant your special…wish…”
My pussy was burning just listening to this stud, not to mention watching his muscular arms work as he poured my drink. He walked to me, put the drink in my hands. I sipped, his eyes locked on mine.
“It’s all for you, dear lady, all for you!” he said confidently.
I swear I came the second he kissed me. It wasn’t a long kiss, those would come soon, but a quick meeting of the lips when I lowered my drink, those long fingers cupping my chin, which I hated because there was a little bit more than one of them, but he caressed it, stroking my skin, slowly pressing his hot lips to mine for a kiss lasting all of one second but enough to trigger a mini-orgasm in me. He pulled away, watching my eyelids flutter and a moan escape my lips.
We talked, though I don’t recall much of what we said, small talk about his college, his work, my life, my kids. He sat at the counter, slowly eyeing me up and down, a slight breeze coming through the deck doors, blowing my skirt up a bit.
“You have a most marvelous body, Mrs. B.,” he grinned. “And may I call you that? Or do you prefer Chrissie?”
“No…actually, Mrs. B. is…sexy, does that make sense?” I giggled nervously, the third vodka taking full hold.
He laughed, standing, coming to me, those hands gently framing my face, his sweet breath brushing my face as he kissed my cheeks.
“Very sexy Mrs. B.,” he said, kissing one, and then the other with “Very sexy…”
Our lips met and it was long, incredibly sexy, mouths opening, tongues gently probing, me moaning, Marco’s hands around my neck caressing the slightly sagging and wrinkled flesh, which I also hated, like it was the tender flesh of someone his own age. He broke the kiss to run his mouth there, gently licking the flesh, mouthing it, suckling it, tickling it with his tongue, devouring a part of me I hated but suddenly realized was hyper-sensitive as my body burned with desire as he feasted on it. This kid was good, amazing, as he made love to my neck in a way no man had ever.
His arms came around me, hugging me close, his cock hard in his jeans, pressing to me. The flood of mini-orgasms continued, making my knees weak. He held me up, pulling his mouth away and laughing.
“Now, let’s get you upstairs to bed before you fall!” he laughed.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” I groaned, turning to walk away.
He’d have none of that. Like a dark-skinned knight in white armor, he swept me into his powerful arms so suddenly it took my breath away.
“You’re…,” I hissed, my arms around his neck. “Unbelievable..”
“And we’ve just begun,” he growled, walking easily up the stairs with me in his arms. “Now, onto your wishes…”
It’s all I could think about, my wish, as Marco lowered me to the bed, climbed atop me, and began the process of making love, truly making love, kissing me with increasing passion, grinding himself to me, pulling up my dress and massaging my big, firm thighs before running those hands to my breasts, pulling down the top, kneading the meat, tweaking the nipples. He was alive with romantic passion, paying attention to everything I needed, everything that had escaped me for so many boring years with Tim.
Tim. For a fleeting second, I thought of Tim. I was making love, not fucking, but making love to a boy, really, a young boy 40 years my junior, easily young enough to be my grandson! But the thoughts of Tim vanished the instant Marco dipped his face to my breasts and engulfed them with his mouth and tongue and lips, and he slipped a hand between us to slide a fingers to my pussy, expertly working the clit with thumb and forefinger, slipping his middle finger into my sopping-wet hole.
“JESUS CHRIST!” I found myself screaming, arching into his hand, holding my breasts up for him to feast on.
It was a blur, a decadent, lovely blur, all of it good. Marco peeled off his top revealing that impossibly beautiful torso, pectoral muscles huge, those nipples big and brown, his abs a perfect youthful ripple of muscle. He left his jeans on as I watched him, smiling, kissing my breasts, licking the sweat between them and beneath them, working down, down, down, pulling my dress up and gently taking off my panties.
I spread my legs as he lay between them, nipping the insides of my fleshy thighs with his teeth. He worked down one thigh, up the other and then took a deep breath, staring at the spread lips of my pussy, and that hair I wished I’d now shave.
“Soooooooooooo beautiful, sooooooooooo aromatic!” he gushed as if looking at an exquisitely prepared dish in a fine restaurant. “I love natural women like you! It’s so…tasty…”
And then he took me, my clit, running his tongue between my furry lips and electrifying my clit, darting it back and forth and up and down at impossibly fast speed, a supercharged slithering piece of flesh that beat any vibrator I had in my bedroom dresser.
I screamed in pleasure, my hands running over his head, cupping it, pulling him tight, my thighs quivering as he worked my clit, then closing over his ears. I didn’t know I was doing it but I lifted my thick calves up and over his back, locking my ankles, squeezing his moaning face to my sex as I ground myself now on his nose, Marco slipping that amazing and insanely long tongue down and inside me.
“Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming!!!!” I bellowed and my world went white hot and I closed my eyes to thunder out an orgasm the likes of which I never experienced.
I came long and hard, feeling my juices explode from my pussy and flood Marco’s mouth. I don’t know how long it lasted, forever and not long enough doesn’t come close to saying, but when I finally stopped screaming and cumming, I looked down to the poor boy’s trapped face in my lusty, thrusting thighs. I loosened my grip and he tilted his soaked face up, grinning at me.
“I must say, Mrs. B.,” he laughed, licking the cum from my quaking thighs. “Your legs are far stronger than your friend’s!”
I giggled, stroking his wet, eager face, pulling him up to kiss me so I could taste myself on him. We made out wetly, probing each other’s mouths again, before he again lavished attention on my neck, grinding into my pussy as he lapped and suckled the meat around my throat.
“God, that’s so hot, I had no idea,” I moaned, feeling his thrusts as he feasted on my neck, sucking mouthfuls of it, running that hot tongue over the tender meat. “You really love it don’t you!”
“I love every inch of you, sweet lady,” he moaned, muffled, into my neck and throat, working to my wrinkled cleavage, adoring it all.
I pushed him away, standing him by the bed, smiling as I swung my legs over the side and looked up at him as I unsnapped his pants with one hand, rubbing that thick club inside with the other.
“Beth says you’re very well hung, young man,” I growled, pulling his pants down quickly. “Let’s just see…..WOW!”
I’d never seen a cock quite like it, thick and long, a fat vein running from his hairless balls up the back. It was so big, it didn’t stick straight out, hanging down, caving to gravity from the force of its own weight. I didn’t touch it at first, just stared at it, a dollop of precum welling in the head of that thick mushroom cap.
“Marco, Marco, Marco,” I breathed on it. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for you, Mrs. B.,” he laughed, hands on hips, patiently waiting.
I wrapped my hand around it the best I could and on impulse lifted it up and plopped his giant nuts in the palm of my other hand, watching its full length extend almost all the way down my forearm, and damn near blocking it from view with its thickness. I groaned and now used two hands to stroke it to my face, popping the head in my mouth, opening it as wide as possible, feeling the velvety head ooze onto my tongue. My never-ending series of orgasms continued as I clenched my meaty thighs together and squeezed my clit as
I jerked him madly, sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, slurping it back out, stroking him back in, just the way I’d seen in many porno clips online.
“My GOD, Mrs. B., you are so good at this!” he moaned, delirious with pleasure, watching me ingest his mammoth cock. “You’ll…make me…cum….”
“How many times can you cum, Marco?” I growled, lapping the fat tip and fondling those beautifully big balls.
“How many times can you make me cum, Mrs. B.?” he smiled.
“Let’s find out, big boy,” I moaned, jerking his big dick faster and harder, the wetness of my spit making obscene sloshing sounds as I worked it.
“And whatever I give you,” he groaned, “we share…”
Damn this kid was hitting all the right buttons and I jerked him faster, harder, popping that tip into my mouth and washing it with my tongue. He grunted, went stiff and exploded in my mouth, the force of which I’d never felt before, filling it on the first voluminous blast. I didn’t swallow, let him jet another strand of spunk inside and then I pulled out, kept jerking, aiming his pumping dick at my face, thick ropes of jism covering me from forehead to chin, dripping down my neck to completely coat my tits. When I stopped a full minute later, the damn thing was still stiff and throbbing in my hand.
He smiled, kneeling between my spread legs and drew me close by the shoulders.
“Your creampie wishes include snowballs, Mrs. B.,” he laughed and then kissed me madly.
By now, I’d lost count of my orgasms, they were continual, large, small and in between, but this was a big one as Marco was devoted to every inch of my face, neck and chest covered with his sweet cream. He kissed me first, sucking his load from my mouth and then shooting it back to me, both of us swallowing, then he licked my face clean with loving, gentle strokes, occasionally attaching his lips to slurp it off my cheeks and chin.
Down he went, moaning, thrusting forward, his cock finding my pussy, the first inches agonizingly snug as he licked and suckled and slurped at my neck, gobbling his cream, and then he lay me flat back on the bed, thrusting all the way inside, the biggest dick of my life buried to the balls in my aching cunt as he bent to slavishly lap all his juice from on, between and under my heaving tits.
“FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!” I screamed, wrapping my long, strong legs around his powerful, slim hips, urging him on.
“Your are so tight, Mrs., B., your pussy is velvet,” he cooed into my ear, licking cum that had splashed there then suckling my neck. “You’ll make me cum again….so soon…oh, God, Mrs. B., so good…”
“Cum in my pussy, stud, fill me with that hot cum!” I screamed in his ear, biting it, possessed by a sexual fury now I never knew existed, speaking words I thought I’d never speak and actually have them realized, especially “and then SUCK THE CREAMPIE OUTTA ME!!!”
He grunted, thrust deep inside me and delivered another scorching load, the heat and force of it stunning me, my body quivering, my pussy clenching and unclenching, bathing his pounding cock with my cream. He filled me and then some, and I felt the frothy warm of the spillover around the base of his cock as it tried to escape me.
He finally humped to a stop, pulling back on his haunches and slowly pulling out of my pussy. I held my legs up by the knees, thighs lewdly open, a cool breeze washing over my cunt cave that I felt brimming with spunk. He looked at it, smiling.
“Eat it,” I snarled. “Eat that cum!”
“Your creampie wish, Mrs. B.,” he laughed, laying down and lapping the flowing spunk leaking down to my asshole, “is my privileged command!”
If the last orgasm was the biggest, this put that one to shame. I convulsed, body snapping left and right, my thighs involuntarily scissoring Marco’s sucking head with full force, calves locked solid and straight as the dear boy drove his tongue deep into my cunt, sucking madly, drawing every sweet ounce of his youthful jism into his mouth, swallowing to keep from drowning.
My thighs spasmed around his head, quivering from squeezing him so hard but I couldn’t stop, nor stop cumming for the full two minutes it took him to completely suck my cunt clean of his creampie.
“Oh…my…God…” I could only say, finally releasing Marco’s beaming face from my clutching thighs, the boy sliding up next to me to kiss me and share his load.
“Was it what you wanted, Mrs. B.?” he teased, licking my lips clean and gently running a finger into my soaked slit, bringing it to our mouths to share.
“No,” I giggled. “It was so so so much more…”
We rested awhile before I climbed atop him, fisting his forever-stiff, beautiful cock and sheathing it in my pussy as I sat on him, taking him slowly to the balls and leaning forward to shower his face with kisses as he grabbed my meaty ass flesh and power slammed his tireless cock up inside me. We fucked for 10 minutes, non-stop, speed varying, him slowing to tease me with long, slippery strokes and then hammering away, thrusting his hips up, balls slapping at me.
“Cum in me, baby, cum in me,” I moaned into his mouth as his hands mauled my ass. “Then I’m gonna ride your face and feed you your hot creampie!”
He groaned and slammed into me harder, pumping his balls dry, filling me with cum, less than the last two loads but bigger still than anything Tim could ever shoot. He slowed his fucking and his slightly wilting cock slithered out of its meaty cave. I crawled up his rocky abs, over his chest, and then jumped on his face, the dripping hole right at his mouth.
“Suck creampie, stud,” I snarled looking down between my thick, squatting thighs where only his eyes were visible. “You made the creampie mess, you clean it out!”
He growled under me and I spread my pussy lips, opening my cunt, feeling his essence sluicing out of me and into his eager mouth, the young stud gobbling madly, sucking, attaching his mouth to the gaping hole and drilling his tongue deep inside, scouring my pussy walls, devouring every thick drop of his delicious jism. I came again, hard and long, hips snapping back and forth, his hands and mine combined on my tits to twist my nipples gloriously hard as my thighs mashed together, covering his face, smothering him, drowning him in the flesh and continual cum drizzle that kept flowing out of me and into his mouth.
I flopped off him, exhausted, lying on my back as he panted for air I’d deprived him in my crushing smother. Laughing, he knelt over me, smiling, leaning down to kiss me and let me lick his cum from his beautiful dark face.
“Thank you, Marco, thank you so much,” I sighed, hugging him to me. “I never thought it would be THIS good!”
“Anytime, Mrs. B.,” he said, as we lay in each other’s arms, dozing. “Any time.”
He left a little while later, us kissing like schoolchildren at the door, me still naked and dotted with flecks of cum he’d missed, that he now laughingly nibbled off me to kiss me again. I walked back inside, flopped on my couch, sipping a glass of cold white wine.
The phone rang. It was Tim.
“Honey, I’ve been thinking,” he said apologetically. “That thing you want me to do….I really want to try, really, if it makes you happy.”
“Nah, Tim, don’t worry about it,” I said, easing his mind. “I, uh, I’ve gotten over it. It probably wouldn’t be that good, you know, reality is seldom as good as fantasy, right?”
“Oh,” I said, swirling my glass and clenching my thighs together, feeling a bit of Marco’s spunk squeezing out of my achingly satisfied pussy. “I’m sure.”
Moments later, I dialed Beth.
“Creampie Wishes!” she laughed as she answered. “Where yours realized?”
“Baby, I can’t thank you enough,” I sighed. “Amazing…just fucking amazing..”
“Chrissie, what did you do to that boy?” she laughed. “Marco just called me, I’ve never heard him so excited, he sounded like a kid who got everything he wanted for Christmas! He says you wore him out! Hell, girl, he never says that about me, what’s your secret?”
“Just that if you’re careful what you wish for,” I laughed, “someone may just cum and get it!!”
I saw Marco a couple of more times after first meeting him to satisfy my “creampie wishes,” as my horny friend Beth called them. I’d been telling her about how I was trying to cajole my husband, Tim, into licking his own cum out of my pussy and how he resisted every step of the way.
I know, I know, most men don’t want anything to do with their sperm after they’ve deposited it in or on us, I know. But Tim and I, sexually active for a long-married couple in their early 60s, had talked about it before, and he was always interested in trying it. But every time, when the deed was done, he refused.
Beth even told me to get rough with him, pull him into my pussy and scissor his head hard and make him do it! Beth, I have to say, is a sexually adventurous single woman with a rather vivid imagination. But I tried it. Tim struggled in my legs, legs honed hard and muscular from years of athletics, and escaped, leaving me angry and hurt and unfulfilled.
And it was shortly after that through Beth, I met Marco, her “friend” and creampie-wish indulger. Marco was magic and beautiful, a 22-year-old, smooth-skinned and well-hung Latino boy who was crazy about older gals like me and Beth and would do anything for us.
And oh, how he did. Marco was a genuine romantic, a true Latino lover, gentle and reassuring, willing to do whatever it took to satisfy me. The first time we met, when Tim was away, he carried me to bed and countless orgasms with his incredible tongue and cock, always, every time, cleaning up the “mess” he made, kissing me after I blew him, eating my pussy full of his thick seed, whatever it took to make “Mrs. B” happy, as he called me.
The kid was incredible, and after we’d hooked up a few more times, I knew I’d never bug Tim about eating his own cum again. There was no need. I had Marco.
But then Tim threw a monkey wrench into the works one night. We were lying in bed, talking, and he cautiously brought up the topic again.
“Uh, honey, you know that thing…that thing you like…that thing you, uh, want me to do?” he said nervously.
I knew what he meant. But pretended not to.
“What thing, what are you talking about, Tim?”
“You know…the sex thing…after we have…after we fuck…eating, the uh, you know, cream thing…”
“Oh, you eating my creampie after you fuck me, is that it?” I said sarcastically. “Listen, didn’t I tell you to forget it? No big deal, so don’t even think about it.”
He looked at me uncertainly. After all these years, Tim was good about reading me. Somewhere in that thick male brain of his, gears were churning out thoughts of my infidelity, I knew it. I’d never been unfaithful before, not until Marco, but Tim pushed me that way, that was my rationale. If he’d just gone along, as promised and eaten me after we made love, I never would have met Marco.
But I had. And I loved it. I loved the young stud’s body and mind and eagerness to please his older lover. The kid was everything I needed in a bedmate. Tim was not. Cold? Perhaps, but a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.
“But you were so adamant about it for so long,” Tim said softly, with a near hurt in his voice, as if he knew. “I just thought…”
I rolled to face him, smiling and stroking his face, kissing his forehead.
“Tim, I’m happy you’re considering it, but you’ve considered it before,” I said softly. “Now please, don’t worry about it…”
He looked into my eyes, seeking something.
“I know, and that was wrong, and I’m sorry,” he said. “I know it means a lot to you, or did, and honestly, it was something that turned me on, too, at least…well until it was time…and then…”
“I know, then the urge goes away, I know, it’s like that for most men…from what I understand,” I quickly added.
“How..how would you know that?” he asked cautiously. “And what do you mean most men? Do you know men..know of men who…who do that?”
“Tim, I researched it, you know the Internet, you can find anything there,” I laughed, covering my tracks and lying about it since I hadn’t consulted anyone but Beth about this. “It’s natural for guys, so don’t worry.”
There was a long, stony silence before he spoke.
“But I want to try again,” he said calmly, with determined resolve in his voice this time.
“Seriously,” I said, not as a question.
“Yes,” he said.
‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, he really means it this time.
“You’re sure,” I said, again not as a question but rather confirmation.
“Yes, honey,” he said calmly. “I’m sure.”
I rolled to my back, looking up at the ceiling. Tim put his arm around me, snuggling up against my thigh.
“Let me think about this,” I said.
“But I said…”
“Tim, you’ve said it before, you know?” I answered, my mind racing, wondering if he were serious, wondering if he was if I’d break it off with Marco, wondering why I was starting to feel guilty about Marco now when I hadn’t before, wondering why I was feeling bad about Tim when Tim was the reason why I was doing it in the first place. “Give me time…OK?”
“Ok,” he said, staying close to me and dozing off to sleep.
I couldn’t wait to talk this over with Beth.
PART TWO: The Plan
“Seriously?” Beth said the next say when I called.
“Seriously,” I sighed. “He really sounds like he means it this time.”
“Well, he’s meant it before, remember?” she said. “When it comes time to lap that cum out of your pussy baby, he always lets you down.”
“I love you, honey, you’re so…to the point!” I laughed.
“Speaking of point,” she giggled, “what if he is serious? What about Marco? The kid likes you, likes you a lot, he adores you, ya know?”
“I know, I know, I’ve thought of that,” I sighed. “I mean if Tim comes around…hell, the only reason I went with that option, besides you talking me into it, was because of Tim. Now if Tim gives me what I want…I guess I don’t need Marco anymore…dammit.”
“Oh, you’ll need Marco, baby, we’ll always need that stud, as long as he’s around,” she growled seductively. “Just the other night, I made that bad boy cum six times, ya know, and the last one, when he was sucking it out of my pussy…”
“OK, OK, stop, please!” I laughed. “Don’t make it worse, for God’s sake.”
“Well, what’s the plan?” she asked.
“I don’t know, I don’t have one, hence the call to you, the horny old lady with all the answers,” I said.
“Got that right,” she laughed. “Well, let’s think about this. Every time you try to get him to eat his cum, he’s blown a load in you, right?”
“Well, duh, yeah,” I said sarcastically.
“No, no hear me out,” she continued. “You get him to cum, really cum, you get it all and boom, he loses interest. So what if…what if you get him to cum just a little? You know, he starts to cum, you stop doing whatever you’re doing, and THEN make him eat it, while he’s still hard, eager, ready?”
“How the hell do you do that?”
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before, goddam, I’m a genius,” Beth said to herself on the phone.
“Honey, focus, focus,” I insisted. “How the hell do you get a man to cum ‘just a little?'”
“I’ve done it before, with, well, some of my more submissive boys, ya know, the ones who need a little touch of older-woman domination and control, ” she said with a voice thick with fake lust as if reading a porno novel, then laughing. “No, honestly. Say you’re jerking him off, talking about making him eat his cum off your fingers. Well, you get him just so far, edging they call it, but let him cum just a little, ever so slowly, and stop, or squeeze head of his dick to staunch the flow, ya know? That saves the rest for later.”
I was stunned. I’d never imagined anyone could do that, but why would I, I’m not Beth. I was intrigued, more than intrigued.
“Go on,” I said.
“Well, then you got him!” she said. “He’s dying there, he’s wanting to cum, really cum, but you limit him to one, two dribbles, so he’s still hard, and then you make him suck your fingers clean while you slowly start jerking him again! It’s really not that hard to figure out, you just keep doing it, with your hand, pussy, asshole…”
“Whoa, whoa, asshole?” I said, stopping her. “We don’t do anal.”
“What the fuck, really?” she asked, astonished. “Honey, anal is SO much fun…you mean Tim’s never stuck his finger or tongue up your ass even?”
“Uh, well, no, not really,” I said, suddenly ashamed to admit it in the face of Beth’s advanced knowledge of such things. “I guess…oh, shit, I don’t know why…but damn, it does sound fun…”
“Honey, work it, use all your tricks, your whole body, just get him to the edge, take him just over it, and keep him going,” Beth said. “Baby, one guy I knew…OK, a kid, really, he was like 19, I dragged six orgasms out of him, five little ones and the finale, in over two hours. Poor kid was going nuts!”
“Jesus, Beth, you need to write a fucking book…quite literally, a fucking book,” I laughed.
“Yeah, no shit, but still too busy doing the research, babes,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, gotta get ready for my date with a new guy, kid named…oh, fuck, I can’t remember, but anyway, lemme know how it goes with Bill and your new ‘Delayed Cum Plan!'”
I hung up and it was all I could think about the rest of the day. Later in the afternoon, I called Tim at work.
“Honey,” I said. “You were serious last night, right? You really want to try this again?”
“Oh yeah, baby, I do, I do,” he said eagerly. “I think…I think I’m ready…”
“Well, you better do more than think it, pal,” I said, adopting a stern tone. “Because tonight..tonight is the night. And we do this MY way, is that understood? Whatever I say goes. Whatever I do goes. Whatever I want goes. Got that?”
Silence. But I heard a low moan.
“Yes,” he said softly, and I heard him gulp. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s right, baby, whatever Chrissie wants and Chrissie wants you to eat. Your. Cum.” I said sharply. “Understood?”
“Understood,” he said, with an excitement I could hear in his voice.
Something hit me. I smiled.
“Prove it,” I said.
“What? Prove…how? When? Where?”
“By jerking your cock until it’s wet with precum. And then lick it off your fingers. Now. Right there at your fucking desk,” I growled. “I’ll give you five minutes, and then call me back on face time.”
“But honey!” he said in a whisper. “There are people…here…outside my office!”
“Lock the fucking door, Tim, duh,” I said impatiently. “And don’t think of going to the men’s room, I want to see you eat precum right there at your desk. Five minutes. Clock is clicking.”
I hung up and felt a surge of electricity course through my body, starting at my pussy. I flopped into the couch and started playing with it under my skirt, anticipating what I’ve waited for for so long. Five minutes went by. My cell rang. I answered, and Tim was there, red faced, on the screen.
“Show me,” I said.
He groaned, tilting the phone down, under his desk, where his other hand was stroking his dick, which was harder than I’d seen it in some time. Must be fear of discovery, I laughed to myself. The cap was dripping clear fluid, and his fingers were sticky with the stuff.
“Don’t cum, baby, save it for me…well, and you, too,” I chuckled. “Now, take those fingers…wipe the head…oh, that’s it, Timmy, that’s it. SO nice and wet! Now. To your lips. Lick.”
I came just watching Tim’s trembling fingers come to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap the clear gel, his face contorting into a wince but gamely continuing. He lapped more, and then sucked his fingers clean. The boy was getting into it, his face relaxing.
“Not so bad, huh?” I smiled, pointing my phone to my open thighs and my own fingers flying in and out of my pussy, which I then lifted to my mouth to lick. “Doesn’t taste bad, right?”
“No,” he said, somewhat amazed. “No taste, really…is…the…uh…”
“Oh, no, baby, your cum has a taste, and it’s thick and gooey and so fucking hot, all men’s cum is,” I said, adding, “from what I understand…”
He looked at me uncertainly, and said “OK…if you say so…will I be..you know, grossed out?”
“Probably, but tough shit, you’re eating your cum, Tim, end of story,” I snarled as I hung up with “Now, be home on time. Dinner and wine will be ready. And so will I.”
PART THREE: The Execution
I made a simple dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread, and put out candles and wine. Tim strolled in at the usual time and I met him at the door wearing an apron. And nothing else. His eyes bugged out as I approached, grabbed him around the waist and nailed him a deep, wet kiss.
“Ready for dinner?” I growled into his mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, humping into me.
I laughed and shoved my hand down his pants, feeling his hard cock which was already wet with pre-cum, more streaking my palm as I jerked him. I stroked and kissed him for a full minute, pulling my hand out. He groaned at the interruption. I held the hand up, my fingers wet with him, my palm sticky.
“Well?” I asked, holding it before his face. “It’s not gonna clean itself. C’mon, after our phone call, you’re used to it.”
His eyes widened, then went soft as he moaned, took my wrist, and sucked at my fingers and palm, lapping his pre-cum clean. I smiled at his efforts and in my mind thought that Beth was indeed a genius.
“Good boy, good boy,” I cooed. “There, in between my fingers, lick that gob you missed. Dig in. That’s right, that’s right…”
Tim’s eyes were closed as he lapped and sucked and cleaned my fingers and hand, until I had to pull it away from his mouth.
“Easy, big feller, the night’s still young,” I smiled, kissing his lips, tasting him on them. “Nice, very nice…”
We had dinner, by candlelight, and after I made Tim strip naked. I sat next to him and occasionally grabbed his dick for a quick one-minute stroking to work up more precum for my fingers for him to lick off. Occasionally, I’d playfully drag a piece of bread over it for him to eat. He offered very little resistance, probably owing to the fact he wanted and needed to cum so badly.
“How are your balls, baby?” I teased, squeezing them until he moaned. “Damn, they’re so full, getting so big…you ready, hon?”
“Shit yes, Chrissie, yes, yes…ready to…eat my cum!” he babbled.
I laughed. We cleared the table, did the dishes, all the while his eyes glued to my big, fleshy white ass that I’d jiggle at him. The chores done, I tossed aside my apron and turned and hugged him, clamping my meaty thighs around his cock and feeling it soak my flesh with his juice. I laughed, and pulled back, spreading my legs. Thin silver bridges of pre-cum clung between my thighs. I looked at Tim with a ‘Well?’ look. He hit his knees and slavishly licked the juice up, his nose brushing my thick bushy pussy as he did.
“You are so ready,” I giggled, slapping my thighs around his face with a meaty clap before spinning away to walk up the stairs, Tim following like a Rocky(D) in heat.
I lay back, Tim beside me, and we kissed, hugged, in as romantic an encounter as we’d had in ages, and it warmed me inside and out. He was taking his time, as ready to burst as he was, and I thought it sweet, but also realized perhaps it was due to his trepidation on actually following through.
“You’re not considering backing out,” I said as a statement of fact, not an option. “Tell me that.”
“No, no, honey,” he said, lavishing kisses on my wrinkly neck, making me hornier myself. “Just…taking time…”
“Well then,” I cooed, encircling his dripping cock with my strong fingers and gently stroking, “here’s a little something to keep you going…”
He moaned, rolling to his back, me sitting up beside him and leaning over his cock, which I stroked a bit more quickly, letting my long brown hair cascade over it, tickling him. With my other hand, I squeezed his balls, felt their fullness, milking him. He cried out in pleasure, and looked at me pleadingly.
“Chrissie!” he said breathlessly. “So good…feels so good…slow…stop..please, you’ll make me cum, please, not yet!”
I smiled – and kept stroking, until I felt his cock thicken in my grip and the first jet of cum arc into the air, landing back on my fingers. Which I then used, per Beth’s instruction, to squeeze, very hard, the head of his dick, shutting off the flow of cum. Tim screamed in what could have been pain, but more likely the disappointment of a ruined orgasm, looking at me, his dick, my cummy fingers, and then at me again. I let go of his cock, which just dribbled a gob of cum from the head, and smiled.
“Little bit at a time, baby, little bit…” I growled, sitting suddenly astride his chest, pinning his arms to his side with my powerful legs. “Now…eat up!”
He looked at me in shock as I held up my cum-soaked fingers glistening with the first shot of his spunk. Gulping, he opened his eyes and mouth. I smiled, and held my fingers right over his mouth, which was trembling like a baby bird waiting for a worm.
“Eat up, baby,” I hissed, grinding my wet pussy onto his belly as I watched the first gob drip directly into his mouth.
Much to his credit, Tim didn’t blanche, instead closing his mouth, tasting his cum, and swallowing it down. And opening up for more. My pussy was steaming on his belly now as his eyes opened and watched my fingers descend into his mouth, where he deliriously sucked them clean, one at a time.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Tim!” I groaned, feeling my orgasm building just watching him eat his cum. “Suck ’em, baby, suck my fingers…like…little…COCKS!”
His eyes shot open wide as he continued to obey me, sucking each finger clean, swallowing his cum, his hips humping the air behind me, thrusting up, desperate for his cock to make contact with my ass. When he was done, I leaned over and made out with him like a prom date, tasting his cum on his lips and humping my pussy into his belly.
“Want more, baby?” I cooed into his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes!” he cried out. “Please, Chrissie, let me cum…again…all of it…please…”
“Patience, my darling, patience!” I laughed, slipping off him and laying by his hips, gripping his quivering cock in my hand and popping it into my mouth.
He groaned with pleasure as I sucked his cock like I’d never sucked it before, jerking him up into my mouth, twisting my hand back down as I took him balls deep down my throat. His whole body shook with pleasure as I brought him to the edge. I felt his gorgeous cock thicken and explode, filling my mouth with a deliciously hot rope of jism – and then squeezed his orgasm off again, making him cry out as he felt it go away for the second time, my hand tight around the tip.
“Chrissie, nooooooo!” he cried. “Please! Please finish me off!!”
I moved up beside him, smiling, my cheeks puffed out, a thin smear of cum around my lips and dribbling down my chin. I cupped his face in my fingers, opening his mouth and leaning over, planted my lips to his, snowballing his cum wad into his mouth. He moaned, and I felt him tense; perhaps his resolve to follow through was waning with each short cum spurt I’d allow, so I used my other hand to brutally squeeze his nuts.
I sloshed the load around his mouth with my tongue, sucking it back out, shooting it back in, all the while grinding my hairy pussy against his hips, moaning and sharing his spunk. I finally shot it back to him and closed my hand over his mouth, looking into his disbelieving eyes, my mouth and chin shining with his cum.
“Swallow, Timmy, swallow your load,” I growled, eyes flashing. “If you want to keep cumming…eat up, bitch!”
Gamely, he swallowed and kept staring at me, eyes wide, drinking it all in. I pointed to my lips and chin, and my wrinkled neck, where a thin trickle of cum had strayed.
“Clean that mess, Timmy,” I snapped. “Clean your cum off of me, now!”
He groaned and obeyed, lapping the residue of his curtailed load from my lips, down my chin and nuzzling the thick, wet folds of my sexy old neck, suckling the flesh, tasting himself and getting more into it with every lick, his cock dripping, hard, eager and so ready. I giggled as his tongue worked the sensitive flesh of my neck and traced back up to my mouth, where he kissed me deeply and with a passion he hadn’t shown in far too long.
“God, Chrissie, I’m still so fucking horny,” he groaned, humping his wet cock against my thigh, leaving a streak of cum.
I pointed to it as I pushed him away. “Get that.”
He moaned, leaned down and licked the cum streak from my muscular old thigh. I giggled as the tongue tickled my soft flesh.
“And now, hubby, my turn,” I hissed.
I laid him back and sat squarely on his face, taking it deep into the fleshy confines of my big, white ass, taking his breath away. I opened the cheeks and let them slap shut around his face, his nose going right up my asshole, which I’d never done before but it was all coming to me in a blur. I laughed at his struggles beneath me, and continued to facesit him, grinding my pussy on his chin before I tilted up a little, relishing the frantic panting coming from his lips.
“Damn, Chrissie!” he groaned. “I…I couldn’t breathe…What’s gotten into you?”
“Not enough, not there anyway,” I said sternly. “Now, Timmy, I’m going to sit back down on your face and you ARE going to use your tongue on me. In me. My asshole! Do you understand?”
Silence. I was not pleased by that.
“TIM!” I shouted. “You ARE going to eat. My. Asshole!”
“Yes…yes, Chrissie, yes..yes…yes…” he moaned, with increasing compliance.
I snuggled back down on his face, but leaned back against the headboard, absorbing his face back inside my fleshy rump, his mouth at the hole. His tongue darted out, drilling inside my tight rectum, and it felt heavenly. I looked down at his still-stiff dick, bobbing in the air and smiled. Extending my legs now, I cupped his cock in the insteps of my feet, slowly stroking it with the wrinkled, silky flesh. Tim groaned at the footjob, at the sensation and unexpectedness of it. He’d never tongued my asshole before nor had we indulged in foot play. This was a night of firsts on many levels.
“That’s it, buddy, that’s it,” I cooed, slicing my fingers into my pussy and playing with myself, feeling my fluids coat my fingers and run down my pussy to drip into my asshole, where Tim dutifully sucked it all up and hungrily so, his tongue flying in and out of my butt rapidly. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it, gonna cum baby…gonna cum…and so…are…YOU!”
I came, clenching my asscheeks hard around his sucking face and probing tongue, helped along by feeling Tim’s dick thicken in my pumping feet and watching a thick river of cum escape the head, run down the shaft and coat my insteps with a lovely, bubbly sheen. Instantly, I again cut off his flow, this time scissoring his dick head in my very strong feet, strangling it, choking off the rest of his load. He screamed in frustration beneath me, his screams echoing off the moist sides of my gripping butt meat and he tried thrusting his cock to finish what I’d started. I just squeezed harder until his dick turned blue in the clamp of my feet.
I slipped off, careful not to dislodge his load, and spun around to sit on his lap, taking the head of his wet cock into my anal opening. He looked down at it and up at me, blinking, disbelieving.
“We’ve…never…done…” he stammered.
“I know, I know,” I laughed. “And we will, some night, take you all the way into my ass that you’ve so wonderfully just lubricated with your tongue. But for now, since it’s so new, just a little…just enough…”
I inched forward, my cummy feet planted on his chest, slipping them closer to his face, taking just the tip into the virginal entrance of my asshole. He groaned, as did I, as we felt the tight band of anal muscle grip the tip, then slip over it. The first inch, then two, disappeared into my asshole and I stopped just short of it hurting. And just long on it feeling so fucking good I couldn’t believe it.
“Holy shit,” I moaned. “I never thought it would feel…so fucking…gooooood…”
I pulled back slightly, then forward, back and forth, tip fucking my astounded husband with my savagely tight asshole. Smiling, I pushed my feet to his face, holding them beside his mouth. His frantic eyes darted side to side at the clumps of cum clinging to the insides of each one.
“Eat up, boy,” I snarled. “Eat that fucking mess you made on my feet!”
He groaned and turned into a cum-sucking freak, opening his mouth and attaching it to one foot, slurping up the cream there, gulping it down, licking it clean, then twisting his head to the other side and slopping up his mess there, his tongue electric and alive on my nasty old feet. We’d never done foot stuff before and now I was wondering why, it felt so incredible. Some cum has splashed onto my long, meaty toes and Tim sucked each one, cleansing them, running his tongue over and between them.
“You suck so good, baby, like you did my fingers,” I moaned, fucking his cock tip with my asshole faster and faster, taking just a little bit more with every few thrusts until he was halfway up my ass. “Like little cocks…you suck my toes like little cocks…you must like it, baby…you wanna suck cock, is that it, are you my little faggot, my little cock-sucking faggot!”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying in the heat of the moment, nor could Tim. His eyes were fixed on me, questioning and confused, but he never for a second stopped his relentless toe sucking and cum eating, until every drop was gone.
“I what baby I what?” I cooed, clamping my ass ring around his dick tighter, feeling it thicken in pre-cum rigidity. “You my little faggot? Huh? That it?”
“I am…fuck…I am…your…little…FAGGOT!!” he screamed, and I felt the molten heat of his cum scorch my gripping asshole, triggering my own orgasm as one, then two ribbons of cum exploded in my butt.
And then no more as I clamped down brutally hard on the tip, once again cutting off the rest of his load. What he had shot dribbled out of me as I slipped his dick from the tight grip of my asshole, feeling it well up at the entrance. I held my legs up, lifting my feet from his face, spreading wide. Tim stared in disbelief at the cum gob staring at him from his wife’s rectum a couple of feet away.
“No, baby, no, no, not that, please not that…” he stammered.
“Fuck yes, Timmy, fuck yes!” I cried out, slithering my way up his chest. “No backing out now, bitch!”
He tried to struggle, but only half-heartedly, making it easy for me to slam my cum-swollen asshole right onto his mouth and roll to my back, capturing his face into the muscular grip of my thighs. I lay on my back now, my asshole quivering, undulating, gushing out his cum right into his mouth, looking down over my tits and belly and bush to his eyes and forehead, the only part of his visible in my crushing headscissors. I locked my calves and squeezed, and felt his cum squirt out of my asshole into his mouth.
“Eat it, eat it all, eat it all right outta my ass, baby, suck it, suck it out, lick it, that’s right, you little cum-loving slave, eat ALL your cum!”
I squeezed harder, grinding my hairy wet cunt into his trapped mouth, watching his eyes go wide, feeling his tongue scour my asshole for cum, sucking it out, gobbling it down. I came in the squeeze, from the sheer domination of crushing his head and sense of complete control, force feeding Tim his spunk from my butt. My thighs quivered, shiny with sweat, and slapped at his trapped face in a meaty wave as he cleansed my filthy bottom and I came against his face.
He was nearly out by the time I finished my orgasm, and I giggled, watching his eyes roll over in the sockets before I unlocked my punishing thighs and let him breathe. I rolled him to his back and sat on his belly, leaning forward to lovingly lap the cum from his face, his and mine.
“You’ve done well, my love, very, very well,” I sighed gently, scooping some cum onto my tongue and shooting it into his mouth, which he gobbled down quickly. “Now, your time has come…to cum…the rest of it…”
I slipped back, taking his cock into my pussy, riding him, leaning over his face, kissing him. He thrust up into me and our movement was as one, rhythmic and pure, pounding and gentle all at once. Sex never felt better with him and I smiled down at him, kissing his lips.
I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty now about Marco, yet so alive, so appreciative of the stud’s efforts to please me, efforts now being taken over by the man I had in me, pinned below me as I rode him harder and harder. I smiled, and spoke.
“My little cum-loving faggot, that’s what you are, huh?”
“YES YES YES!” he babbled, cupping my big, fleshy ass in his hands.
“You’ve eaten a lot of your own cum,” I continued, milking his cock by tightening my pussy around it. “Want to try…someone else’s?”
There it was, out in the open. His eyes went wider. His thrusts stopped.
“What?” he asked in astonishment. “Are you…what???”
“I needed something you couldn’t give me, Timmy,” I continued, slowly resuming my up and down on his cock. “I needed it..and found it…”
Tim groaned letting me do all the work now, his hands falling to the side.
“What are you saying?” he said breathlessly. “You found…someone???”
“Yes, my love, I did,” I said calmly, fucking him just a bit faster, a bit tighter. “But only until you came around…which you have…admirably so.”
I fucked him in silence for a moment, watching it all register on his face, a look of confusion and lust consuming him.
“It was a young man, a friend of my friend Beth’s,” I continued. “And he was good, oh so good, doing whatever I wanted, doing just what you did tonight, but constantly, all at once, every load he shot…and I loved it, dear husband, I loved it so much!”
“Oh, God, Chrissie, oh, God,” he moaned, a mix of acceptance and urgency in his voice. “Please…”
“But that’s over now, with him, with…with Marco,” I groaned, feeling my cunt tingle at the mention of his name, at the recollection of what we’d done. “You’ve become my little cum-eating slave, so that’s done…”
More silence, only the slapping of flesh on flesh filling the void.
“Unless,” I hissed, bending to lick Tim’s face and bite his ear, nuzzling it, tonguing it. “Unless…”
“Oh God, Chrissie…unless…unless…he…he…”
“He. Joins. Us,” I moaned into his ear. “And you. Eat. His. Cum!”
“FFFFFUCK!!” Tim screamed as he unloaded in me.
You’d think by the fifth time of cumming, albeit truncated orgasms, he’d not have much left to give. But as he pounded up into me, hands mauling my meaty white ass, his eyes wide open and staring up into mine, he came like a bull, he came like he had when we first started dating, he came like I’d never, ever feel him cum before. I felt every scorching jet of his hot cum, strand after strand rippling inside me, triggering the biggest orgasm of my life as I rode him. It filled me and then some, and I felt the froth of it build around the base of his cock as it finally started to wilt. I slowed my hips, hunching down, then sitting up, panting. I smiled at him, my hands on my hips as I sat there. And he slowly smiled back, as we both felt his cock wither inside me.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” I said. “And you’re not done yet.”
I rode his face, long and hard, holding onto the headboard, pounding my hips forward, back and forth, as Tim’s tongue plunged inside me, seeking his seed, sucking it out and swallowing madly as I came in his mouth. I finally dismounted long, splendid moments later and lay next to him, unspeaking, my head on his chest, my thigh up and over his shrunken cock.
“Well now, that went well,” I giggled, turning up to kiss his smiling face.
“It certainly did,” he sighed. “Must thank your friend Beth, I guess. You know, I always thought she was a little weird…”
“You’re right, she is,” I laughed. “But in a good way.”
“And I guess it’s safe to say this now,” he added. “She’s pretty hot…”
“Touche, Timmy, touché,” I laughed.
We lay in a post-orgasm coma for long minutes. Then my cell rang. I grabbed it and smiled. It was Beth.
“Hey honey…oh yeah, it went great, really great, better than great,” I said with a sigh. “Tim? He’s right here! Yes, I told him all about…well, everything..no shit, everything!”
“Get the fuck out!” Beth roared into the phone. “Seriously? Everything? Marco everything, THAT everything?”
“Yup,” I laughed. “Marco everything.
Tim laughed and grabbed the phone.
“Beth? Tim,” he said. “Listen, thank you for your…well, help, with Beth and this..well, MY problem…whatever you did…it was great…”
“Seriously?” I heard Beth answer. “Well, always glad to help…and hell, Tim, you ARE pretty sexy, ya know…”
I laughed and snatched the phone back.
“Never mind you two!” I smiled. “Yeah, babes, thanks…oh, and one more thing…”
I looked at Tim, who sat up, hands behind his head, beaming at me, his face sticky with our fluids.
“Is Marco bi, by any chance?” I asked.
“HA!” Beth laughed. “Oh yeah, baby, he does anything I tell him to do, and bi would be one…under the right conditions…”
“Oh really,” I said. “And what would those conditions be?”
“A foursome, babe, me, Marco, you and that little cum-eating hubby of yours!” she laughed.
Tim heard it. And smiled. And gave me a double thumbs-up. His cock was sticking straight up again.
“Let’s talk soon, baby,” I said to Beth, eyeing Timmy’s stiff prick.. “Right now, uh, something’s come up.”
I hung up, lay down and started stroking Tim’s dick right into a lovely new way of life…
“C’mon honey, please, please, just do it!”