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My Cum Eating Husband

... wasreally, really curious as to what he might say.

"It's probably better for you to come up with that," he said.

"No," I said. "I don't think so. "I have ideas, of course, and I think you have your own. Out with them. Now."

He was trying to restrain himself from having an orgasm, I could see based on how he didn't dare to touch his throbbing cock.

"Uh, make me cum in my mouth." He looked away from me.

Okay, then. "I didn't know you could do that. Have you done it before?" I asked.

"I've tried."

"And chickened out," I added.

"Yeah."

"Well, never again in anything I tell you to do. I don't know what the consequences might be if you don't do what I tell you, but we'll figure that out together. Okay, then. I had it in mind that I should kiss you to seal the deal, but that wouldn't really be appropriate. It's time, Steven. Pull the coffee table closer."

He did, and I placed my feet on it again and wriggled my toes. "Is the table clean?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so," he said. "Ah, I see."

"Every. Single. Drop. That's the rule going forward. No matter where it lands. Cum on my feet. Make me proud."

He actually looked excited about it. He hardly stroked himself before his cum shot everywhere. It hadn't been a week, so I'm sure larger loads were possible, but, wow! The first streams hit my kneecap, then when he gained better control, he literally doused my feet. And to give him credit, he kept stroking himself until nothing continued to come ...

... out.

"Wow, Steven. Look at all that cum! I'm impressed. And I'm impressed you saved it all for you." I gave him a great smile and wiggled my toes. His cum softened and starting to ooze to different places. I lifted a foot and angled it to guide his cum along the sole of my foot.

His cum trickled to my calf as I raised my leg. I reached for some of his initial shot on my knee and made a show of placing it on my clit. I waved my foot in front of his face. "This is what you want, Steven, isn't it? Your cum, and me making you eat it?"

"God yes," he said.

"Good. You just traded control of your sex life for it. Stick out your tongue. Every last drop, Steven. Begin with my foot. And, hey, just like when I've sucked you, keep eye contact with me as best you can."

It's fair to say that I've never been licked, like,really licked other than my neck, ear and breasts. I tried to record it but got distracted and stopped. And, I was at the point where I needed some attention. I usually masturbated on my stomach, but that wouldn't work here, and if he was doing some earthy in a way, I wanted something raw.

"Steven, keep your eyes here." I pointed to my cunt. I began gently enough, unfolding myself in front of him, teasing my shape. I'd spread myself for him before, of course, usually when he was about to enter me. But I'd never just done it for show. I did that now, quickly inserting two fingers, taking satisfaction as he tried to watch and keep about his task. It was lewd. I ...