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Subject: {ASSM} "Wish Come True" (Fm rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 10:10:04 -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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CreampieStories@yahoo.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely 
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Wish Come True
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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.

Her brilliant blue eyes locked on mine before she delivered the bad 
news. "Well, I need to tell you that my period just started."

Fuck! "Oh," I said, crestfallen. Before our love bloomed anew, I would 
have blamed the untimely arrival of 'Aunt Flow' on her. It had seemed 
a she had some evil way of starting her period just when I was most 
anticipating lovemaking. My birthday, our anniversary, when we stole 
away for a romantic getaway; they had all been ruined by seemingly 
random menstrual cycles. I knew she wasn't doing on purpose, but I 
still resented her ruining our fun. Now, freshly assured of our love 
and affection, I was still disappointed.

She knew it too. "I know, its bad timing," she assured me. "I had been 
looking forward to letting you suck your cum from me again." It was 
our newest passion: creampie eating. After rejecting my suggestion for 
years, she had finally relented. So thoroughly had she enjoyed it that 
had become the locus of our sex life.

I tried to buck it up. "It's not your fault," I said. "We can wait 
until New Year's Eve." I went and hugged her. Then we kissed. I had 
learned to enjoy sharing simple affection, without the expectation of 
sex.

"I don't think you heard me," she said a bit later, when our kisses 
trickled to a stop. "I am going to give you a nice reward later."

"Really?" I asked, now intensely curious. She seemed to imply sex was 
involved, but what special thing could we do when she was on her 
period? 

"Yes," she said smilingly, begging the question.

"What kind of reward?"

"It's a surprise!" she laughed. "It's something you begged me for a 
while ago. Think about it."

I thought a moment, then the doorbell rang, interrupting our verbal 
foreplay. Our guests had arrived.

Over the course of the night, I pondered what the surprise reward 
could be. Vanessa was in rare form, vivacious and enchanting. I 
watched her from afar, entranced again by my wife. She was fun and 
gracious, but her nature wasn't sexually outgoing. The men she talked 
to regarded her fondly, and some seemed intrigued by her, but 
obviously she wasn't outwardly sexual.

Occasionally, she would glance at me and smile. Infrequently, our 
mingling would bring us together, and I would slip my arm around her 
as we talked. As we parted, she teased me, asking if I had guessed the 
surprise. I hadn't. What could her surprise be?!

Finally, the night was over. Vanessa asked me to rinse the dishes 
while she got ready. "What is the surprise?" I asked for the last 
time, frustrated and yet excited.

"You can leave the dishes in the sink," she said, turning and leaving.

I hurriedly rinsed every dish we owned, or so it seemed. Then I 
sprinted up the stairs, to find our bedroom door closed. A light knock 
did not get a response, so I gently opened the door. Vanessa had lit 
up our room with candles, making it bright yet romantic. She was in 
the master bath, the door closed.

"Honey?" I called, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hold on," she called back. I heard the light taps of hard items on 
the bathroom vanity. Then, the door opened, and there she was. She had 
reapplied her makeup, darkening her pink lips to a deep red. She had 
wet her hair, slicking it back into a commanding style with that damn 
cute flip in the back. I found the overall affect to be highly 
alluring and intensely sexy.

She had also changed out of her party clothes and into the lush fluffy 
white robe we had bought at the Inter-Continental Hotel in Seoul. It 
was tied in the front, and I suspected it was the only garment she was 
wearing beneath beyond her panties. I knew she would wear panties so 
that she could wear a maxi-pad. She was on her damned period, after 
all.

"You look great!" I enthused.

"Mmmmm, thanks," she said in a voice deep with sexual excitement. "Do 
you notice anything different about me?"

"You put on the lipstick I like?" I said, pleased with myself that I 
had noticed it.

"Bigger," she said, arching her eyebrows.

"You fixed your hair? I love it!"

"Bigger," she said again, this time putting her arms akimbo and her 
hands on her hips.

I looked again. "I give up?" I said weakly.

She was exasperated. "Why don't you come kiss me and see if you notice 
it then?"

Puzzled, I walked the five steps between us, and reached around her to 
kiss her. Immediately, I realized what she meant. "Holy Shit!" I 
exclaimed, shocked. I had felt a big dick protruding from her. I 
stumbled back, and looked on slackjawed.

She laughed and pulled open her robe. "Now you see it?" she laughed 
again. She was wearing a strap-on harness that I had hopefully bought 
her seven years ago but which had gone unused until tonight. Sticking 
out from the harness was my smallest dildo.

"Oh my God!" I managed. I was shocked and almost about to cum.

"Surprise!" she laughed. She removed the robe, and I saw that she was 
indeed nude but for the panties and harness she was wearing. Even 
though her lipstick and sexy 'do were sexual triggers for me, I 
couldn't take my eyes from her cock.

"I love you," I whispered, awestruck at the gift she was giving me. I 
was almost literally speechless.

"I love you too, honey," she said warmly. Then, her demeanor changed 
almost entirely. "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock." She had 
transformed from my wife to a dominating vixen, and I responded 
immediately.

She stepped back into the bathroom, for our master bath was sunken 
from the bedroom level. I descended the two steps, and dropped to my 
knees. Trembling, I wrapped my lips around her rubber phallus and 
sucked it into my mouth. She let me do it for a few minutes on my own, 
and then began to slowly pump in and out of my mouth. It drove me 
crazy!

"Oh, honey," I moaned, taking a breath.

"You like it?" she asked, seemingly insecure that she was doing it 
right. As an answer, I moaned and then deepthroated the dildo. It was 
something I had learned in secret practice, and now I showed her my 
talent. As if to test me, she gripped my hair roughly and fucked my 
face. Good Lord! It was a dream come true! I nearly exploded in my 
pants.

I pushed back. "I'm about to cum!" I gasped, out of air due to my 
desire and her vigorous hip-thrusting.

"Don't!" she said, stepping back, out of reach. She turned and went to 
the shower, turning it on. "Take a cold shower." She was in charge, 
and I did as I was told. I quickly stripped and got into the freezing 
shower, yelping at the sting. But even the icy water merely dulled the 
need to cum. I couldn't stop it.

When I stepped out of the shower, she handed me a fluffy towel. Then, 
she handed me a condom. "Just so you know," she said, her voice 
dangerous, "as soon as you cum, I am stopping. Make it last as long as 
you want." I nodded, knowing what she said was how it was to be. She 
handed me a condom. "Put this on so that you don't make a sudden 
mess."

I slipped it on, leaving a large floppy end to hold the semen I was 
sure to fill it with. I tried to will myself to not cum, but I wasn't 
sure even then how long I could last. Would I even survive the first 
delicious thrust?

"Ready? Now bend over the vanity," she said. I did as I was told, 
watching her in the mirror. "Spread your cheeks," she ordered. I did, 
watching her in awe as she squirted lube onto her fingers and smeared 
it onto my asshole. She was so goddamn sexy, intent with her task. Her 
piercing eyes fixed on mine as she penetrated me for the first time 
with her finger. Oh fuck! 

I shook with pleasure as she stretched me open. Part of it was the 
sensation of being opened, which I had loved when I self-pleasured 
myself anally. But most of it was the knowledge that my wife was doing 
it. She was pleasing me this way. What a gift!

She abruptly looked down and held her cock in her hand. The other 
squirted lube onto the shaft, and she coated the dildo. Without a 
word, she pressed a finger against my opening, seeing that it was 
loose enough. Then she pressed the head of the dildo against me and 
slid in.

She wasn't expert, and slid in too fast. I grimaced as my ass was 
filled with the dildo without pause. But, she was expert enough to 
continue on now, albeit at a slower pace. She rocked against me 
slowly, and I was fucked for the first time. I had dildoed myself for 
years, imagining the pleasure of having my wife sodomizing me, and now 
she was actually doing it.

For long minutes, it was one continuous pleasure. She built up her 
skill, humping my ass with longer strokes. We watched each other, 
looking for emotions and physical reactions. She seemed to actually 
enjoy it, smiling wickedly as she strove to surprise me, defeat my 
anticipation of the stroke, rub a new spot in me. I expect she was 
finding pleasure in pleasing me.

Suddenly, just when I thought she was really into it, she stopped. "Go 
lay on the bed and wait for me," she said. She pulled out, leaving my 
ass gaping. I felt totally empty, craving the pleasure of having my 
butt filled. I followed her direction, laying on the bed, unable to 
see what she was doing. 

I heard drawers being opened and closed, and the water running. Then 
she came into the bedroom, the dildo no longer protruding from her. 
Instead, she held a new dildo in her hand. My eyes went large, because 
I had never seen this dildo: she had bought it. She had planned in 
advance to assfuck me at some point; it wasn't a fallback because she 
was on the rag!

"Like it?" she asked, enjoying my surprise. She handed it to me, and I 
was impressed. It was in fact an L-shaped dildo. One end, the short 
end, was designed to be inserted in her own pussy. There were little 
'pleasure nubs' at the base of the L, where they would tickle her 
clit. The long part of the L was a dildo about the size of my own 
largest dildo. It had a very large head, thick veins, was very supple, 
and was an amusingly pink color.

"It's. gorgeous," I managed.

I watched as she inserted the small end into her pussy, overlooking 
the seepage of her period. The other end went through as hole in the 
harness, and that was what I was watching. "Suck me," she whispered 
when it was ready.

I tried my damnedest, fellating her bright pink cock as she pumped at 
my mouth. Each pump stimulated her clit, and she was soon moaning. The 
bedroom was filled with the scent of her juices, pungent and distilled 
because she was in season. It was a heady prelude to the fucking she 
gave me next.

For that, she had me position a mound of pillows beneath my hips. 
Then, she lubed me again and lubed the instrument of our pleasure. It 
was pleasurably painful when she forced my sphincter open to accept 
the large dildo. The fat head plowed me open as she slowly, more 
expertly, inserted it into me. Then, it was a matter of holding back 
my orgasm as she fucked me with abandon.

She was squatting or something, driving into me with her weight so 
that I grunted with her thrust. I could only see her top half in the 
mirror on the dresser. Her cheeks were red with effort and excitement, 
and her flipped hair wagged as she moved up and down. Her lusty 
concentration was extremely sexy. 

I closed my eyes, the image idealized in my mind and I tried to 
concentrate on the pleasure I was receiving. The fat tool was filling 
me, making me feel totally loved. It stretched me open obscenely, a 
very pleasurable sensation. When she pulled it out, the big head 
stretched me even further. But mainly, it rubbed my prostate, bringing 
me to orgasm, ready or not.

"I'm cumming!" I shouted into the pillow. I felt my ass begin to 
spasm, my bottom torso convulsing. Waves of pleasure engulfed me, 
obscuring her muttered "Oh FUCK! I'm cumming too!" I felt my balls 
turn inside out as I literally emptied them into the condom. It was 
hard to concentrate on the pleasure of my cock swelling and sperm 
flowing out of it in gooey streams, because it was only one component 
of a completely satisfying orgasm. It was the best one I'd ever felt.

Vanessa eventually did drop onto me, her rigid nipples poking me. We 
laid there panting, trying to summon the energy to move. It was a 
moment of utter togetherness, a shared ecstasy and recovery.

Finally, she stirred. "Roll over," she told me after extracting the 
steaming dildo from my anal cunt.

"Hmmm, OK," I groaned, weary. I flopped off the mound of pillows, 
feeling my empty and stretched ass now that she was out of me.

She reached down and gripped the condom, sliding the sloppy thing off 
my withering prick. "Stick out your tongue," she told me. Eagerly now, 
I did as I was told. She poured the warm ejaculate onto my tongue, 
then squeezed the condom to make sure it was all out. She locked eyes 
with me, then moved down to kiss me. She'd never like to taste my 
sperm, so this sensation of sharing it with her was new and exciting. 
It was extremely satisfying, to have her accept both my need to be 
ass-fucked as well as the taste and texture of my cum.

It was an unbelievable night!

Finally, she fell down and laid with her head on my chest. She stroked 
my chest hair, then asked, "So, was it all you wanted?"

"More," I replied, stroking her hair in return.

"So," I felt her smile, "you'd want to repeat it New Year's Eve?"

"Yeah," I grinned, "let's start the New Year out with a bang!"


*****

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