My Cum Eating Husband - Sex Stories

My Cum Eating Husband

... sounded kind of hot, maybe. It was an unexpected revelation, and he only mentioned it when he was hard and inside of me. But after each orgasm he had lost his nerve. I didn't think much about it. Our needs had been met. Or so I had thought.

He'd not said anything about it for several months, but then we'd gone to a country club to mingle with friends. We had been the first to arrive and found ourselves alone on a patio, our first drinks in hand. He put his arm around my shoulder, kissed the side of my head and said, "Let me say something and just listen. I love you, and this is hard. When we get home, I want to make love to you, and then I want you to sit on my face and make me eat my cum from you. I've fantasized about this a long time, and I can't make myself do it. If you ask me to, I'll just say 'no.' I wantyou tomake me do it. Ineed you to.Promise me."

That was not what I would in any sense have guessed that he would have said given the setting. I was shocked. His face was red from embarrassment, and he broke eye contact. I could tell he wished he hadn't told me. But he had.

"Come here, hold my hands," I said. We placed our drinks on a railing, and I looked up into his eyes, at that face that I loved. "Okay. You've mentioned a number of times that you wanted to do that, but you've backed out of it. It didn't bother me that you wanted to do that, if you're wondering. It didn't bother me that you backed out either. But now I know it bothered you. You're not ...

... backing out tonight. You don't get a choice. I'm going to sit on your face, and you're going to clean up your mess until I say you're done. And yes, I promise."

The conversation didn't continue as our friends arrived to say hello. Perfect timing, really. I knew he was going to have an interesting evening thinking about what was going to happen. I surreptitiously licked my lips when he looked my way and others wouldn't notice, and I could see a bulge in his pants. At one point, with our friends gathered near, I leaned in and whispered, "I'm getting excited about watching you do it. Don't you even think of letting me down."

It made me feel wicked to do that, and I was surprised how satisfied and pleased I was with myself for doing it. The heat was building in both of us, and after the second round of drinks, we excused ourselves and headed out. I didn't want alcohol to interfere with his fantasy or my desire to make it happen for him.

The drive home became a teasing adventure as well. I playfully pressed my hand against his cock as he drove, but didn't rub. He was too tense.

"I've been thinking," I said. "We're not going to do this in the dark. I want to see your face as I rub myself on it. I want to see your cum on your face and in your mouth. And, I know how long it takes for it all to drain out. We're talking minutes of bathroom time you'll be saving me."

He shoved my hand away from his cock. "Stop! Stop it! You don't know how close I am already!"

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