[M]y Wi[F]e serves me ice cream in the BEST possible way!

If you need a visual aid check my post history. My wife is beautiful and I love to show her off a little! If you want to see the ice cream used, this should help! https://i.imgur.com/ASrUy7P.jpg

Also, I’m still not great at writing. It feels like I say the same words over and over. I tired my best here but it’s something I have to work on still!

My wife and I like to relax on an evening. Play some games, watch some TV. We don’t always have dessert, but we both like ice cream so it’s always a treat to indulge. I also have a fetish for seeing her with food. Especially when it drops onto her.

I don’t know where it came from but everything from popcorn dropping down her top to burger sauce making her hands messy gets a raised eye brow from me. It was hard to admit it because it’s not a ‘typical’ fetish, but I’m lucky that my wife is very open-minded.

Ice cream has always been a dream food for just this reason, and the night my wife indulged me was magical…

She went all out – wearing panties that accentuated her curvy figure and and a bra that while cheap and ok to ruin also framed her well. When I rounded the top of the stairs and saw her on the bed in the soft light I knew it was going to be fun. What I didn’t notice at first was the ice cream bar by her side.

As I peeled off my shirt she peeled off the wrapper and I froze – the chocolate shell was already sweating with condensation and as she held it there just the smallest amount began to pool together and drip down to her hand. It was a tantalizing preview of what was to come.

She looked into my eyes as I tried to both look at her, in love all over again, and watch the ice cream carefully. 2 more drips – one onto the bed sheets but the second hitting her wrist. She pulled the ice cream up to her mouth…

My eyes don’t leave her as I remove the rest of my clothes. I’ve written before about her incredible head game and it’s worth repeating as she placed the chocolate popsicle into her mouth and her lips slid down the length of it. Her warm breath softened it but it left little on her lips when she removed it, it still being too cold perhaps. Still it continued to drip condensation.

I leaned forward to kiss her and she indulged me only briefly before pushing me back to watch her. This was my dessert, but it wasn’t quite served just yet.

She sat back, propped up by pillows and cushions, and opened her legs. Her thin panties doing their best to tease me themselves but struggling to hold my attention just now. She got comfortable and licked the end of the chocolate shell a few more times before again placing it deep into her mouth. As she slowly removed it, she was not careful about keeping her mouth clean, and chocolate finally started to melt just a little and leave an impression. Then the bit off the end – tasting the vanilla inside as the chocolate shell she had removed fell to her chin and then down to her collar.

Her eyes were closed as she savored the taste, and with one hand holding the ice cream she pulled her incredible breasts from her bra. The thin, cheap lace at this point nearly framing them and displaying her incredible nipples. My wife’s breasts are outstanding. They have large areola that become raised and textured when she is aroused, and they frame her nipples perfectly.

Her eyes were open again, as was her mouth just slightly, when the ice cream was taken down to these nipples and she began to touch them. At first just the condensation hit them. Then a slight smear of chocolate across the top of one breast. Then finally the cold vanilla dripped onto the other.

My wife held her eye contact with me as she leant down, then broke it to take the nipple into her mouth and gently taste the vanilla. At this point I had no choice but to finally start to touch myself. My beautiful wife kicked my fantasy into high-gear when she took another long, drawn out bite of the ice cream again – now dripping down onto her hand and wrist – and drooled the chocolate shell and vanilla cream down her chin to her chest again.

She slowly played with her food – dancing it with her fingers from nipple to nipple. Across the top of her chest and down to her bra. The ice cream in her hands dripped more and more, running down her forearm now in several rivers and dripping onto her tummy. Some she scooped up and made a mess of putting into her mouth. The rest ended up covering her skin. She looked delicious.

My dick was hard. I wanted to devour my wife. To run my tongue across her belly and breasts and cheeks. I wanted my dessert so very badly.

She motioned for me to come to her, then lifted her hips. I removed her panties and her pussy was soaking wet. Just another delicious treat for me. She took her messy popsicle stick and ran the melting ice cream and chocolate across her. Then her hand she had been playing with removed the last of the ice cream and rubbed it across my cock.

She guided me to her mouth and for the first time actually devoured the ice cream. As I would get cleaned up, she would scoop more clumps of semi-melted cream from her tummy and tits, rub it across my dick before licking and sucking it off me.

I came across her tongue and mouth. My cum was mixed in with the melted chocolate around her lips. As she used her fingers to guide the rest of my cum into her mouth she enjoyed her chocolate too as I began to lick her belly and tits. My tongue lapped over her breasts and sucked the ice cream off her nipples. When I got to her pussy I carefully licked up the last of the melted ice cream and then lapped at her clit.

Her body was sticky when my cock entered her. Still turned on by my wife fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies, and seeing her enjoy the hell out of it (even if she was playing along just for me) had me hard again and we fucked for a few minutes until I just had to re-decorate her tits.

Finally, we showered together to remove the now sticky, tacky ice cream feeling and I told her many many times how much I loved her.

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