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Subject: {ASSM} "Make a Wish" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 09:10:06 -0500
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an 
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read 
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that 
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you 
know it. Even so, caveat lector.

NOTES:

This story is one of two that share the same introduction. From there 
they get wildly different. ;-)

This is also one of about five planned Christmas stories. I hope to 
get them all done by Christmas. :) I will post them first to my Yahoo 
club, and then to here, and then to my archive:

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/CreampieStories 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www 

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Make a Wish
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"Do I look alright?" Vanessa asked. She looked undecided, and I was 
aware she had been looking at herself in the mirror for some time.

I regarded her with the affectionate eye of a husband who loves his 
wife. She looked very fetching even so, from her black patent-leather 
pumps (with shiny gold buckles) to her cute blonde bob with the little 
flip in the back. In between, she wore black hose, a red sheath dress, 
and a wrap of some kind that reminded me of the TV character Maude. 
The Maude-look was more than offset by the deep bustline that let me 
see more than a little of the creases between her breasts. The overall 
effect was festive, a bit sexy, and yet conservative enough for our 
friends.

"You look great," I told her with warmth.

"You aren't lying?" she asked, biting her blood red lower lip (I love 
red lipstick!). "You're not being nice?"

I came to hug her. "I am being nice, but you look nice in any case." 
We hugged firmly, but not so much that her look would be smushed. 

"My hair looks OK?" she asked. I nodded, finally liking her hair again 
now that it had grown out. I wanted to forget the entire "Pixie Cut" 
episode, as we referred to it. I especially liked the sexy modern 
flip, and told her so.

"And my makeup is OK?"

"A perfect amount," I smiled, "not garish but very much an evening 
look." I was pulling out the fashion sense I had gained in our 15 
years of marriage. I had come to her wearing only jeans and flannel 
shirts, and now I even knew her tastes. "I really like the gold 
sparkly things." 

"Its glitter, you big dope," she laughed. Smiles and laughs hadn't 
always been common in our house, but recently we'd both been making an 
effort at being congenial. As a result out love had grown like new 
plants sprouting from the ashes of a forest fire.

"Well, it looks great on you."

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, then turned to face 
me fully. "You have been such a good boy," she smiled, "that I think 
you deserve a reward."

Yes! "Oh ho! I guess being good pays off," I said. "What did you have 
in mind?" I was hoping for a quickie before our guests started 
arriving.

"I was thinking about that 'Make a Wish Cum True' game we played," she 
told me. My mind flashed back to the one time we played that. We each 
put a wish list of sexual activities on individual slips of paper in a 
hat, and pulled one out. The one we pulled out, we did with no 
complaints from the other. That night, I pulled out one of her wishes: 
"sexy backrub." It had been great fun giving her an oily rub, touching 
her all over the place, until she had fallen asleep. That had been 
frustrating, but I hadn't complained on the theory that someday I'd 
get my chance, and she'd remember I'd complained.

"That would be great!" I enthused, thinking 'I hope I win.'

"But I was thinking we'd change the rules this time," she said, 
watching me closely. "Because you've been so nice lately, I thought 
you could put in two slips and I would put in only one. That way, 
you'd have a better chance of getting a nice Christmas gift, early."

I could help but smile and hug her. I knew it was a big chance she was 
taking. She was very sexually repressed, and afraid to try new things. 
Put herself at risk this way was a big deal for her. Of course, I was 
happy that the chance I'd finally get something I'd fantasized about 
was so strong, but in the big scheme of things, her being open to 
something new was more important. 

"I love you," I told her with feeling.

"I know you do, and I love you too," she said. "That's why I thought 
you deserved having a chance tonight." She smiled. "So, think about it 
tonight, and have two slips ready when our guests leave."

Soon after, our guests started arriving. I didn't stay with Vanessa, 
but mingled like a good host. Even so, I kept watching her. She looked 
good and appeared to be having great fun. That made me consider 
getting really serious about fulfilling my deepest, longest held 
fantasy.

About an hour into the parry, Vanessa gave me a clincher. She pulled 
me out into the garage, and closed the door behind her. "I want to 
show you something," she said, clearly excited.

"What?" I asked, getting excited too.

"Watch," she replied. I did, and she wriggled her semi-tight red dress 
up all the way above her crotch. My eyes widened when I saw what she 
was doing. It was very unlike her. They grew even wider when I saw she 
was wearing those sexy black stockings that went up to the top of her 
thighs, and stayed there by themselves. My eyes virtually popped out 
of their sockets when Vanessa locked eyes on mine, then pulled her 
panties down and off! Good Lord! She rubbed them through her pussy, 
which I saw was very wet, then handed them to me.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"I know you like thinking about me pantiless, and that's what I'll be 
until we play our game. Is that all right?" She smile was very big, 
knowing my answer.

I was dumbfounded. "You mean tonight, with our friends here?" I asked. 
Absently, I took a big sniff of her fragrant panty crotch. It was too 
much to ask for!

"Yes, tonight," she said. She produced a tampon, and I watched as she 
inserted it. "This is so I don't start dripping on our new floor," she 
explained with a grin. Then she wriggled her dress back down. There 
was no obvious sign she was being naughty, but we knew it and that was 
a huge difference. "Love ya hon," she said, kissing me and then 
opening the garage door to rejoin the party.

I fondled the panties for a moment, then hid them behind some garage 
clutter. Then I rejoined the party as well. Suddenly, the night was 
even more festive. Throughout the night, I found myself joining 
Vanessa as she mingled, wrapping my arm around her. Then I would 
surreptitiously slide my hands over her dress, feeling for panty 
lines. All I felt was the tops of her stockings. If Vanessa knew what 
I was doing, she didn't say anything. If anything, she seemed pleased 
to have made me so excited.

Finally, our guests left in drips and drabs. I didn't rush them, 
enjoying the excruciating tension I was feeling. I had finally 
resorted to putting on a condom, because I had been erect and dripping 
precum for hours. I was anticipating the heavenly explosion of a 
sustained orgasm, the thrilling sensation of my cum spurting out. 
Vanessa had brought me to a state of high readiness, without doing 
anything our guests could see.

"Whew! That was great!" Vanessa said, leaning against the door as we 
shut it on our last guest. She looked at me, seeing how anxious I was. 
"Let's clean up, then we can have fun in our clean house in front of 
the fire."

"OK," I said, while I was thinking 'wow!'. The fireplace was 
downstairs, and because we had windows on either side of the door, 
people passing by on the sidewalk could see all the way to the fire. 
At this hour, it was very unlikely that anyone would pass by, but the 
possibility was thrilling.

We busied ourselves cleaning up, Vanessa doing the dishes while I 
straightened up and ran the vacuum. Then I turned on some romantic 
music and dimmed the lights so that flickering firelight and the 
colorful glow of the Christmas lights on the tree would softly 
illuminate us. By the time Vanessa was finished, I had also made us 
each a decaf with Bailey's, and a shared large glass of Bailey's on 
the rocks. Bailey's was her favorite drink, and I found it made her 
feel hornier and more open.

Finally, we were ready. She handed me two slips of paper, and told me 
to write my desires on them. I had known what I would write almost all 
night:

CUM IN YOU AND EAT IT OUT WHILE YOU SIT IN MY FACE
I wrote it on both slips of paper, because it was my longest and 
hardest fantasy. I had wanted it for years, and several years ago I 
had broached the subject to Vanessa. Her response had been so negative 
that I had dropped the subject for a year. Then I had brought it up 
casually, and eventually her objections stopped as I wore her down. I 
knew she was opposed to it, but now she would do it. I hoped.

She wrote down her fantasy, and we both crumpled up our slips into 
balls and placed them into a Santa hat we used as decoration. 
Graciously, I let her pull out one of the balls. She handed it to me 
to read. I saw it was mine!

"I get to cum in you and then you'll sit on my face to let me eat it 
out," I told her triumphantly.

Her face registered surprise. "Honey," she said, "I think--"

"No backing out!" I interrupted.

"But, I--"

"No ifs, ands, or buts," I said. She was not going to back out. I 
handed her the slip of paper, and she read it.

"OK," she smiled. I was very relieved, and hugged her tightly. 
Somehow, we ended up kissing passionately.

I reached down and slid her dress up so that I could feel her pussy. 
She was soaking wet! I mean my fingers came away covered with her 
honey! I broke the kiss to lick them clean. "Take out the plug 
sweetie," I said/begged.

"I already did silly," she chuckled.

Almost involuntarily, I slid down and knelt. I had to eat her! I 
pulled her hips toward me, pressing my face into her crotch. She was 
so wet that for a minute I lapped like a cat with a bowl of cream, my 
tongue surrounded in her musky fluids. I don't know who was moaning 
more, me or her!

"My legs are hurting," she said, pushing me away. My face had made her 
hold a partial squat for quite some time. "Let's get more comfortable, 
OK?"

"Sure," I said. The next few minutes were delightfully confusing. I 
helped her lay down, and began to tongue her again. She meanwhile 
struggled out of her clothes, fighting with me because it was hard to 
disrobe with a man attached to your pussy. Then I took her cue and 
whipped off my clothes. It was great to be nude in front of the fire, 
eating my wife.

Abruptly, Vanessa pulled me up to lay next to her. "I am so close to 
cumming," she explained, "and I want to feel you in me when I do." I 
knew she liked the feeling of fullness when she orgasmed with me 
inside, of being able to squeeze me. Truth is, I like it too! So, we 
kissed as we arranged our respective parts, and I slid inside.

Her pussy was very hot and enormously wet. Since she has a low sex 
drive (and I have an oral inclination), we hadn't fucked very much. 
Consequently, she was still tight around my cock. It took a few 
moments for me to cram myself in, and we both groaned when I was 
pressing fully against her pubic bone, in as deeply as I could be.

As was our preference, we rolled so that she was on top. She 
controlled the depth and frequency of my strokes. She was also able to 
lean forward and kiss me as she ground her clit on my pubes. "God, 
this feels so nice," she said. "I'm really close."

I had been able to withstand orgasming only because I was still 
wearing the condom. "Me too," I said.

"Mmmmm, good!" she panted. "Did the condom slip off?" 

"No, its on."

"Hold on." she told me, as she slid me out of her tight vagina, and 
removed the condom. As she pointed me up to slide back onto my prong, 
she told me, "Here, have an early taste." She put the rubber into my 
gaping mouth, then settled onto me.

I found it amazingly erotic to taste my condom, which was strongly 
flavored with her juices. It was even more erotic to realize that my 
wife--the prude!--would do such a thing as stuff it into my mouth! I 
would have never guessed her capable of such a wantonly sexy act, and 
yet here she was, grinding her soaking wet sex against me, rubbing her 
clit hard, and stuffing rubbers in my mouth!

Its kinda funny, the sorts of things that trigger orgasms. I had risen 
to a sexual high, liable to start squirting at any moment. But it 
wasn't the condom getting stuffed into my mouth, nor the moans she 
made, cajoling me to cum in her. No, it was the perfectly ordinary and 
yet perfectly feminine act of tucking her bob behind her ears and 
closing her eyes. She was a girl/woman then, so on the verge of orgasm 
herself that I couldn't stop cumming myself. 

I warned her I was about to cum, but I had already started when her 
eyes opened and she began to smile. "Mmmm, Clem, cum in me." My chest 
and stomach heaved as my crotch convulsed, shooting the contents of my 
balls into her tight cavern. Strand after sticky strand flowed through 
my cock and into her. It was totally satisfying.

And yet, I wasn't done yet. I had used my wish to tell her I wanted to 
suck my cum out. But now, I laid there totally in bliss, sleepy in the 
late hour, and I wanted to sleep. My desire had left my body with my 
semen. But, my wife loves me. She was determined to give me my desire, 
whether or now I still wanted it.

"Put your arms up, like I'm robbing you," she told me softly. In my 
dreamy state, I complied. My eyes were closed, or I would have seen 
her desire on her face. As it was, I hadn't a clue she was going to 
actually sit on my face, draining cum, until she moved off my 
shrinking cock and did it. Suddenly, her pretty pussy was above my 
mouth. Suddenly, I had no choice but to begin eating my cum from her.

In that moment, I became wide awake again. Oh God! I was eating a 
creampie. Finally! I stuck my tongue into Vanessa, getting my first 
deep taste of a real creampie. I loved it!

Vanessa went crazy, humping my face and tongue like she'd humped my 
cock moments before. For those glorious moments, my world was nothing 
but my wife's crotch. She was all I could see, taste, feel, and smell. 
It was a slice of heaven, but Vanessa too had been on the peak of her 
readiness. She began to cum, grunting with pleasure. I was amazed at 
the sudden torrent of cum that got squeezed out. I was unprepared and 
my face got covered with it.

Just as I had been, Vanessa was wiped out by the strength of her 
orgasm. She literally fell off my face, laying on her back, breathing 
hard. The firelight made her skin glow, and I could see the gooey 
globs still oozing from her pussy. What a sexy sight!

I was now hungry for sex, again, so I rolled onto my stomach and 
kissed into her cum-matted pussy. I tongued her for delightful minutes 
until she began to wetten with fresh nectar. She recovered enough to 
whisper for me to come kiss her.

I crawled up to her, where she smiled at me and snickered at the mess 
my face was. To my surprise, she held my head and licked my cheek. 
Then she turned me to kiss me, presenting me with the cum from my own 
face. Wow! She did this many times until we were both panting with 
excitement.

"That was great," I said, hoping for a repeat. "Thanks for making my 
wish come true."

She looked at me with a strange expression. "Hold on," she said, 
pushing me off. She got up and went to the Santa hat we had used to 
hold the balled up slips of paper holding our wishes. She pulled one 
out, uncrumpled it and looked at it with a smile.

She brought it to me, and handed it to me. I saw that it was in her 
handwriting, and said:

MAKE YOU EAT YOUR CUM FROM MY PUSSY
"Good Lord!" I choked. "You wished for the same thing I did?!"

"Yes!" she laughed. "That's what I tried to tell you when you read 
your slip! It was too perfect!"

"Oh, it will be perfect when I make your wish come true," I said with 
my cheesiest smile. "And then my second wish."

"That will be perfect," she said, rolling on top of me.

****

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