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My Cum Eating Husband

... interrupted. "Stop! You wouldn't lick your cum on your own if your life depended on it. Get it right."

"It's more for you to make me lick up," he said.

Teasing is fun. "More... what?" I asked.

"More cum. For you to make me lick up."

I smiled brightly. "Well, good," I said. "I like that."

We were still feeling our way through this cum-eating kink of his. I was Vice-President to his President in our marriage, which I liked because somebody had to be in charge, and I didn't want to be. But this kink required that I take the lead. I loved that he felt okay sharing his kink in the first place. I knew it was difficult for him to share, but how could I not support that? That said, I wouldn't have guessed at how much fun this would become be for me to suithis needs.

The real world was waiting. "It's going to be a long day for me, you know," I said. He nodded. I looked at my watch. Crap! I was risking being late...

"Strip. Now," I demanded.

He did.

"Get on your knees."

He did.

I walked to him and raised my skirt. I knew what was going on between my legs.

I was in a hurry and found myself horny as hell. "Smell," I said.

He did.

"What do I smell like," I asked.

"Sex. You're soaked!" he said.

Dammit, I was. "And I don't have time to do anything about that because I'm running late."

That wasn't entirely true, factually. Still... I raised my skirt. "Pull it down."

He did until it reached my ankles. I flicked the G-string away with my ...

... feet.

"I want you to think about me going out like this and spending all day with Paul. That'll help you keep your cock hard all day won't it? Remember, he's six four, single, good looking, qualifies for a huge mortgage and probably has a giant cock." He was only 5'11" or so, but Steven didn't need to know that. I realized he was leaning towards me, probably intending to lick the insides of my thighs. No time, Dammit! I stepped away.

"Stay naked all day. You can lick whatever pre-cum you want, but when I get home, I better find you hard and your balls just as full. I'll let you cum in me or on my breasts, or wherever you like." Then I added in a warning tone, "But if you don't obey me, you'll beg me to let you cum on my toes." I don't know where that came from, but it did.

I gathered my bag, cellphone, purse and a couple Kleen-ex to dry off. "Follow me into the garage." I started moving but he didn't. "Now!" I ordered.

I had him stand in front of my SUV and raised the garage door. "Start stroking," I said. I put my things in the passenger seat except my phone. Somewhere on his phone or computer I knew he had pictures and videos of me doing every naughty thing we'd ever done. Well, it was my turn. I didn'tneed it or bother to ask myself about the wisdom of it.

I began recording and pointed my phone at him. I walked close, capturing his cock as I again wiped the tip, and following my finger to his lips where he sucked. He looked more than a little surprised and ...