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My Cum Eating Husband

... would be a waste," I teased.

Later, as expected, after he came in me, he made excuses that he really didn't want to. "I can't do it," he said.

"You don't have to. I have to because I made a promise," I said. He didn't fight it.

I rolled him over onto his back and squatted above his head. He didn't resist, and at that point, I wouldn't have cared if he had tried. His eyes were on my cunt, no doubt focusing on our glistening juices, and I lowered myself until I could begin grinding on him. At first, he lapped at my flesh. It felt good, but I wanted more.

"You're just barely getting a taste, honey," I said. "But there's so much more. Go find it."

He began exploring inside tentatively. I loved it. I could hear the noises as he did so. A little smacking, some grunting even. "Oh, baby, you haven't even started," I said. I rocked my hips a bit to coat his nose and face.

I contracted the right muscles. It's hard to describe the sound it created in him, but I was certain he hadn't expected his mouth to fill so quickly. "Keep at it," I said. "A promise is a promise, and I expect you to get it all out." Remembering his trigger, I added, "And eat it. All of it."

He eventually stopped, and I let him up for air. "That was a lot of cum. Did you get all of it?" I asked.

"Yes," he murmured.

I raised myself off of him. "And you swallowed itall?" I asked. I could tell that this was playing really well in his head space by his reaction. He wasn't smiling, and he ...

... wasn't disgusted. He was overwhelmed.

He nodded.

"That's not good enough. I asked you aquestion." It was a tone I hadn't really practiced since babysitting years earlier, but it felt... appropriate.

"Yes, I swallowed it all," he said.

"Was it everything you hoped for, eating your cum?" I asked, teasingly.

"Yes," he said.

"Did you like the taste?" I asked. I was curious about that.

"Not particularly, but it wasn't bad."

"Good!" I said, "because I think you know I'm going to make you do it again."

I glanced over to find that his cock was hardening again. Well, that was even better! I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs. "Put some more in there."

"Oh my god," he said.

"Uh-huh," I replied. "Fuck me long and good and give me every drop you have left. And then I'm going to what?"

"Make me eat it again," he said.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "And I think you should thank me for it afterwards."

We cuddled later, his face between my breasts. It was a safe way to talk about "it," the lack of eye contact minimizing the discomfort I'm sure he felt now that his cock was nowhere near a state of arousal.

"That was good for me," I said. "You?"

"Yeah," he said. "I can't believe that happened."

"You'd never tasted it before?" I asked.

"No. Never. Just the pre-cum. You know, and then I..."

"... chicken out," I said.

"But what I liked most was you making me do it," he said.

"You don't think I'm weird?" he asked.

"Not if it makes you ...