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My Cum Eating Husband

... abandoned my bra like I had my panties. It was the curse of long nipples.

His look lingered a bit too long for me to imagine it being something it wasn't. I was moist. He was hard. How long had he been imagining what was up my skirt? Did he actually see anything? That made me blush. He placed a hand on my arm and asked me if I would be interested in a celebratory cocktail. At his hotel bar. And had he emphasizedcock?

Uh huh. I needed cock, but not his. I made excuses that I was married, had we met maybe five years earlier... I don't know what I blathered. He didn't look bothered or angry or anything. He just had a look of someone who asks with confidence and probably hears "yes" a lot.

I returned him to his hotel, as I had picked him up there. The chat was maybe less than it had been, but all that was running through my head was that if I wanted, I could say 'yes.' Not that I would. But just being hit on made me feel different. When we arrived, he raised an eyebrow essentially asking if I'd reconsidered. "I'll review the paperwork when the seller sends it over, and we can meet at the office tomorrow," I said.

Good move. Office. Others there. Safe. Fortunately, he acted as if nothing was amiss, and I sped away questioning my state of mind. Paul was good looking, and... I forced myself not to dwell on that. On him. I thought about Steven, home alone, probably jerking off, and... laughed. Opposite ends of the universe, but... I think I liked the idea that Steven ...

... was... what? Caught up in his own thing? Naked and alone? Ha! Obedient? Hmm.

I drove to the library a few miles from our house, parking under a tree in the rear. I wasn't ready to be home just yet, though my libido suggested I was already late. I had been dying all day to watch the video I'd made of him. It was less than two minutes long, but, of course, it took longer to enjoy it as I kept replaying it. I had to give myself an A for the way I handled it. It was fun and came naturally. Huh.

My thoughts turned to how I wanted to play this out. What I might want him to do. Or, what he might want to do the least.

I wanted to feel him shoot that load inside me, or watch him coat my breasts... Honestly, my feet sounded interesting too... they were all sogood. A wicked smile crossed my lips as I had a vision of him unknowingly licking Paul's cum from my cunt and... blazes! Where had that come from? And when had I started fucking myself with my fingers? In the library parking lot?

I stopped short, partially concerned about getting caught and partially out of feeling guilty about... my errant thought. Well, if Steven was waiting all day for a release, the same could be said for me. Game plan! I had stopped to make one rather than just winging it when I got home.

It didn't come quickly. My thoughts drifted to how this had started. On several occasions when making love, he had let me know that he wanted to lick his cum from me after he came. Whatever, right? I mean, it ...