Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Creampies And Cuckoldry: 2

"Hey, save some for me." She reached down and took my cum covered face in her hands and drew me up to her. We kissed, passing cum back and forth to each other. When we shared it all, I went down on her again to get any that might have been left and we kissed some more.

"John, that was incredible! When you dove into my fucked pussy... wow! I've never been so turned on in my life!"

"Neither have I. I can't believe I've been missing that all these years." I wasn't lying. I had my first cream pie and I was hooked. We talked some more about it as she stroked my re-hardened cock.

"Fuck me again, this time from behind." She turned over and presented her heart- shaped ass to me. I couldn't get in her fast enough. With the lingering taste of cum in my mouth, I grabbed her hips and fucked her.

"Do you like fucking my sloppy cunt?"

"Yes!"

"You liked cleaning me up, didn't you? You liked slurping cum out of my well fucked pussy!"

"Yes! Yes!" I thought my brain was going to pop hearing her talk like that. I knew I wasn't far from cumming again, and I told her.

her head so she could look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes smoldered with lust, and she lowered her voice, sounding like mother trying to bribe a child with a cookie, "You want to do that, don't you John? You want to suck cum out of my

too spent to move. After several minutes, she rolled over on her back and crooked a knee. She ran

it had been a few minutes ago. She saw my initial reluctance and buried a finger in herself. She withdrew a big, gooey glob and smeared it on my lips. "A deals a deal." When she winked at me, I knew I would do it. I licked my lip then sucked her finger. This made her purr. I then went down on

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things to do every once and a while, when we were in the mood. As time went on, however, it seemed as if we were in the mood more an more often. Eventually, it was the

a respect for her. I cared so much for her that I wanted- desired-to clean her up after sex. Sometimes I'd share a cum kiss with her, others I'd just lap her up. But always I felt a deep connection with her, with us.

I discovered that fantasizing about Jennifer with another man was powerful for me. The jealous energy those thoughts generated made my head spin. I

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mouth into a little pout and say, "wouldn't you want me to enjoy him? Especially since he's bigger than you... better than you?" I'd lose it with that, filling her with blast after blast of cum. When I'd finally pull out of her, she'd get a devilish look in her eyes and say, "John, will you do me a favor? Clean my lover's cum from me." Then she'd spread her legs and pull her puffy pussy lips apart. Just imagining that it was a stranger's cum in her

through our engagement. All through our first three years of marriage. By that time we'd been together for nearly six years, and fallen into a bit of a rut. Although sex with Jennifer still excited me to no end, our frequency and intensity had waned. We'd kept things spicy with fantasies and other fun diversions. One such diversion was our foray into mild exhibitionism-or rather Jennifer's foray into mild exhibitionism. She liked to dress slutty for me, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We'd kept this activity within the confines of our home. During one particular fuck session, Jennifer dressed in a pair of very tight jeans, emphasizing her curvy hips and heart shaped ass. She also wore a t-shirt that was two sizes too small and VERY sheer. It's low cut

her tits spilled forward. "I bet you'd like to see me parade out in public like

my mind. As a matter of fact, that was a big reason for my hard-on. Just thinking of Jennifer showing off like that

me. "Get