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I didn't know what to say. My husband John had taken me totally by
surprise. So I laid there, tyring to concentrate on what should have
been the pleasant fullness of his cock in me, but instead snapping back
to the revelation.

"Honey, I have something I want to ask," he had begun, moments after he
had penetrated my tightness.

"Mmmmmm," I had replied, "what is it?" Intercourse was not our most
frequent sex act, because I didn't always want it. But, when I wanted,
it felt so good, so right. At that point, I was loving having my
husband in me.

"Don't freak," he had warned.

"OK. I won't."

"Honey...." at this point stopping what little thrusting he had been
doing. "Honey... I... I, want to fuck you and cum in you and
ThenGoDownAndLickItBackOut." All his last words tumbled out at once in
a blur. It was obvious that he had wanted to tell me for a long time
and now had spilled his guts.

And, contrary to my word, I did freak. Thus my current speechlessness.

I had grown up in a strict household, my mother--if not my dad--making
it clear that sex was dirty. I grew up thinking that sex, even between
married people, was a duty, and a duty that was repulsive. In the 12
years of our marriage, I was only now accepting the fact that John
could possibly enjoy eating me, even freshly showered.

Now... now he wants to put that nasty cum in me AND then eat it out?!
It was too much.

Without any other words coming to mind, I merely said, "I'll think
about it".

And just like that, John thrust about twice and then pumped an enormous
orgasm deep into me. I was really surprised at the suddenness and
force of the orgasm. For his part, when he recovered, John was
apologetic.

"I am sooo sorry Raven," he said as we snuggled. "I.. I've really
wanted to tell you for a long time. I guess I am a bit fixated and
when you said you'd think about it I just came unglued. I was so
afraid you'd think I was homosexual or something. I just want to lick
you when you are freshly fucked."

"It's OK, baby," I told him, putting his head on mt chest. In minutes
he was asleep. But I laid awake, listening to his breathing deepen and
feeling his cum begin to seep out. I felt dirty and sloppy and...
horny. That was it, I felt horny. He rolled over in his sleep, and I
trembled as I put my hand down there. It was just like I imagined,
sticky and gooey and gross. And yet, my juices were flowing heavily.

I don't masterbate, having been taught that such things were
forbidden. So I didn't really know my own pussy that well. I laid
there, and explored myself, almost for the first time at age 36. I
felt my lips, which were larger than I imagined. They were full of
blood and aroused, I realized. Then, tentatively, I felt my hole. It
was almost steaming hot, and very very wet. I had to touch myself, and
used some of the goo to lubricate my clit. My clit was hard, almost
like a tiny penis. It felt really good to lube it up and I rubbed
myself to a very strong and satisfying orgasm. I felt myself emit a
large amount of our juices. I'd have to wash the sheets tomorrow, I
thought ruefully.

After that, our lovemaking... changed. And for the worse. John got
into a cycle of putting himself in me and then cumming almost right
away. He would sometimes finger me to orgasm, and when he did he
universally said he wished he were eating me instead. I knew that
"creampie eating," as he told me it was called, was on his mind.

One day I was poking around the computer and found a utility called
"TreeSize Pro" which shows where your diskspace is being spent. I
thought I'd be helpful and see if I had some old cobwebs of files that
I should delete. Instead, I found that about 200MB of diskspace was
being used in a folder called "Work" buried deep in the filesystem. I
investigated, thinking that maybe it was a victim of a misplaced drag
and drop and that John was looking for the files. To my surprise, all
the files ended in ".JPG". I knew that they were images. Curious, I
opened one.

What I saw made my face turn bright red. It was a closeup picture of a
pussy dripping a think glop of what looked like handcream or
mayonnaise. I knew it was a pic of a creampie. John had hundreds of
them, sometimes in sequential series: girl meets guy, girl sucks guy,
guy bones girl, girl drips creampie. Quite a few were of the guys
eating the creampie back out. I grew flushed, but I had to slam the
pictures whut when I heard the school bus squealing out front with the
kids returning home from school.

Over the next couple days, I kept returning to the Work folder, looking
at all the pictures over and over, trying to see why John liked them.
I found some were short videos, always about the girl squeezing the
creampie out onto her lover's tongue.

That Friday, I convinced John to stay late on a pretext. He only works
4 hours on Fridays, and he didn't mind staying home. After the kids
left, and he was getting out of the shower, I called to him from the
bed and he found me nude. I was already hot, and invited him to eat
me. That was a special treat for him, especially combined with a
morning romp. I focused on enjoying his tongue as much as he was
enjoying eating me. Soon, I came with his face down THERE.

But, I really wanted him to fuck me, and I told him so. Surprised, he
climbed on top and inserted himself into my really wet pussy. Again, I
felt the pleasure of being fucked, the fullness, the stimulation, the
sense of completeness. But again, he came quickly. Disappointed in
himself and embarrassed, he excused himself, threw on his clothes, and
left. Good, I smiled, keeping my legs tightly together.

I had hid a towel in the den near the computer. I put it on the chair,
then threw my feet up onto the computer desk. My pussy beginning to
open, I opened the Work folder and looked at the pictures. I ran my
fingers over my mound and pulled my lips apart like one girl did. Like
her, I felt myself beginning to drip cum, John's cum. I knew what the
next picture, and my heart skipped a beat as I pressed the <NEXT>
button on the image viewer. The model on the picture was scooping some
of the cream onto her fingers. I face flushed, but I felt compelled to
do it just like she did. I felt the steaming hot sticky wetness on my
fingers. I fingered myself deeply, covering my digits in our juices.

I could barely breath, knowing what the model did in the next image. I
couldn't believe it... could I do it? Turned on more than ever in my
life, I hit the <NEXT> button, and saw her. She was actually licking
the cum from her fingers! Almost mesmerized, I... did too. I tasted
my first cum AND my first pussy juice AND my first creampie. I heard
myself growl in a moan, and was suddenly aware of just how turned on I
was. My nipples almost hurt they were so hard. My pussy was steaming
and literally dripping!

My selfawareness led to my orgasm. I sucked off a second helping of
cum as I tipped my head back and came. And came. And came. I had
never cum so hard or for so long. I felt like jelly, quivering and
completely exhausted. When I roused myself, I stood up only to find
that the towel was soaked with his and my cum. In fact, my juices had
soaked through the towel and into the seat.

After I had cleaned myself, I had to spend the next minutes trying to
get the juice stains out. After that, I made a few phone calls.

The next evening, Saturday, John asked about dinner. I told him I was
going out to get it, and to relax--I'd be right back. I loaded the
kids into the van with me, and according to my plan I dropped them off
at friend's houses. I had already sent over their sleepover stuff. I
returned home, sans kids, and ready for the evening. I was incredibly
horny.

I closed the garage door, hoping John wouldn't come out into the
attached garage. He didn't, so I undressed quickly and put on the robe
and shoes I had hid there. Then I went into the house. John looked up
from the tv, and asked where the dinner was before stuttering to a stop.

"I thought you could eat this for dinner," I replied as sexily as I
could. John just stared and broke out into the happiest smile I'd ever
seen him have. He started to get up, but I waved my hand. "Stay where
you are," I told him. He sat down again, his face a picture of arousal.

I strutted as best a 35-year old can, like I was a supermodel walking
down a catwalk. Then, I put my foot on the back of the couch so that
he could look directly at my inflamed sex. He looked long and hard,
looking right into my opening hole. Then he noticed my shoes. They
weren't the standard shoes I normally wear, but 3 inch red stilleto
"fuck me" pumps I'd borrowed from a friend. If my behaviour wasn't an
obvious enough clue, the shoes let him know that he was about to get
lucky. Very lucky.

"Don't I look good enough to eat?" I pouted.

"Oh yeah, I was just MMMmmmppphhhh!!!". The last was garbled as I
planted my pussy right on his mouth. I was feeling really aggressive,
and I had been thinking about this for over 24 hours. I had been horny
as a result, which was really rare for me. I concentrated as his eager
tongue probed deep into me, and then licked my clit just right. "Oh
yeah, like that," I encouraged. Like a good boy, he kept doing it just
right and I soon found myself shaking in an orgasm. I wasn't satisfied
though; it was like I had been placed on a higher plateau.

"Let me fuck you," John said. "I need to cum!" Poor boy!

"Sorry, but you have all night. Let's take a bubble bath, OK?" He
pouted, a pretty sad little pout, but stood and followed. I knew he'd
be glad he did.

I kissed him and undressed him as we waited for the jacuzzi tub to
fill. He fingered me, somewhat surprised that I let him. I was
usually a sleep-after-orgasm girl. But my orgasm left me hungry for
another. I looked him in the eyes and licked my fingers, then began to
slowly rub his cock using my saliva to wetten him. I found that he was
already leaking precum, which made an even better lubricant. His eyes
actually rolled back into his eyes, and I knew I'd have to pause or
else he'd cum right there.

"Let's get in the tub," I said, starting the water jets. I hopped into
the tub and he followed. We kissed and teased each other. Then, I
made him get out of the tub to open a bottle of wine. He frowned, but
got out and went downstairs. I sprung into action again, getting out
my next little surprise.

He came back with a bottle of red wine and two plastic glasses. He set
them down outside the tub and was getting in before he saw my surprise:
a can of shaving cream and several razors. His face flushed and then
he looked at me in shock.

"Does this mean...?" he queried.

"Yes, but sit down and have some wine and let's talk about this." He
did, trembling. He had begged me forever to let him shave me on the
pretense the he could eat me better. I told him I was going to let him
do just that, but that I wanted to know how far he wanted to go. I was
just yanking his chain, but he stuttered through an explanation that he
just wanted to shave my crotch and he would leave my "bush" alone.

I let him finish, then casually said, "Oh. I was thinking of taking it
ALL off." His face registered shock and I thought he would explode in
another premature orgasm. He managed to control himself, and I told him
"let's get started. Be careful so you don't spill the wine." I put a
towel on the edge of the tub, then sat on it and spread my legs.

I can honestly say the next few minutes were some of the most erotic
I'd ever had. He lathered me up and then carefully shaved me until I
was smooth and bald. It was obvious he had done a lot of research on
that too. I rubbed my now-slick pubes, amazed at how sexy I felt.
John couldn't keep his hands off me... but that was rather the point,
wasn't it?

"PLEASE, let me eat you. I *NEED* to eat you!" he begged. Truth is, I
wanted him to.

"OK, but only for five minutes. I'm keeping time, GO!" I glanced at
the clock then was surprised at how fast he was buried in my pussy.
And I mean in! His tongue was everywhere from my navel to almost my
asshole, licking and kissing my skin. But he stuffed his tongue deep
into me as well, licking at the very base of my clit. After five
minutes, I was really close to orgasm, so I let him keep going. I came
stronger than before, but again not quite satisfied and feeling close
to another stronger one.

It was time for my final surprise. Or at least the one I had planned.

"Come on, let's get on the bed." He missed my careful wording, dashing
out, toweling off, and climbing under the sheets. I normally am pretty
self conscious and dive under the covers myself. But... "No no, ON the
bed." I smiled. "Come on out."

He scrambled out from under the covers, and I laid next to him, idly
stroking his cock with my finger nails as I kissed him deep. I felt
his balls, so heavy and full, then trailed down to near his asshole.
He immediately started panting and I figured he'd want me to finger
fuck his asshole... but that was one thing I wasn't quite ready for.
Besides, tonite was already going to be a special night.

"Lay on your back," I told him. He did, and I licked and kissed his
nipples. I wanted to suck his cock--which was very rare for me--but I
wanted to wait until it was covered with my juice. That I had never
done, and I knew it'd get him hard again after he came.

Instead, I knelt astride his head and sat my pussy down on his face.
He began to tongue me expertly, moaning loudly as he struggled to keep
up with the juices pouring from me. I let his tongue open me up wide,
preparing me. Then....

I moved down and lifted his cock straight up. Then, I settled down on
it, loving how it filled me and touched places aching for pleasure. I
pushed him in as far as he could go, so that my lips laid flat on his
crotch. It felt especially sexy, his curly hairs tickling where mine
used to be. I didn't move, fearing he would cum, but still loving the
throbbing fullness.

"I bet you are wondering what this is all about," I purred.

"Well, actually, I am," he replied. He was perspiring, struggling not
to cum.

"Its like this: I know you have been fantasizing about cumming in me
and then sucking it back out. I know you have been fixated on it, and
it has ruined your performance." I let it sit there, waiting for a
reply. But his face showed that I was speaking the truth. "So,
tonite, you ARE going to get what you want. In a minute or two, you
will pump me full of your cum, and then I'm going to sit on your face
and let you lick it out. Then, we're gonna fuck again and you'll eat it
again. And again. Until you can get back to a normal orgasm."

"OhmyGod," he whispered. "Oh shit!" Without even a single stroke,
John began to cum in me, and cum, and cum, until he shook to a stop. I
let him deflate, and then...

I moved up to his face, feeling the cum already beginning to ooze out.
He still had a glazed look as my semen-filled pussy planted itself on
his mouth. It took only a second before he began to eat me
voraciously, his tongue impossibly far into my pussy. He actually put
his mouth over my entire sex and sucked hard. I squeeze my vaginal
tunnel, trying to get out as much as I could. I listened to his moans,
continual and animalistic. He was loving it. Just like I was.

I found that I was extremely sensitive, my pussy on fire after having
him in me. I leaned back so that I could put a hand on the bed and
humped his face, orgasming right away. But still he licked me, urging
me to stay aroused. And I did.

My recent experiment eating his cum had made me anxious to try it off
him. So when I recovered, I rolled over into a 69. He was already
hard, and the tip of my tongue went into his eye, seeking precum. It
was delicious, salty and tart, and I regretted not doing this for all
those years.

But I needed to get fucked, to follow the plan through. I crawled to
the end of the bed and laid on my back with my legs off. I looked at
him and said, "Don't just sit there, fuck me!"

He hopped off the bed and came to the foot. He stood and pushed his
raging hardon into me. We had never fucked like this, but I loved it!
He took my legs at the knees and pushed them to my chest. He was able
to fuck me deeply, and leaned in to kiss me. I was aroused to taste my
pussy and his cum on his tongue. I kissed all over his face, learning
that my flavor was smeared all over it.

This time he lasted much longer, maybe 5 minutes. Then he blew another
huge load deep into me, dropping immediately to his knees to worship my
creampie. He tongued me to two more orgasms; they seemed to be coming
closer together now. I was able to lay there languorously as he
lovingly ate all his cream from me.

At ten o'clock, he fucked me for the third time. This time, perhaps as
a result of his recent orgasms, he lasted a good long time. We changed
positions three times, finishing with me on my knees and my arms
wrapped around a pillow. He nearly stood with me butt high and
inserted his cock deep into me. Then, he ate me again, licking deeply
into me. It was absolutely heavenly. I never had felt so loved and
accepted. He ate me to a final, thunderous orgasm, borne of love and
lust in equal measures.

We fell asleep, wrapped closely in each other's arms. I awoke three
hours later, ravenously hungry: we had never eaten! I smiled,
thinking, and then moved down and put his worn cock into my mouth,
anticipating a different sort of snack.

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