[FM] The Time I Made My Husband Swallow My Squirt

You all have read about my new sexual journey since my husband died, and many of the messages I have received have been a little insulting to my late husband (I just block those now), so I wanted to set the record straight. My husband and I had a very active and diverse sex life.

One of my favorite memories was the first time I had ever squirted. It was so unexpected that I didn’t even know it happened.

Our kids were very young, and having a tough time sleeping. It was a particularly hard night as I was desperately trying to get our son to sleep. It was just one of those nights—parents know what I’m talking about.

It felt like it took me hours to get him to down, and by the end of it, let’s just say I was exhausted.

When I got to our room and saw my husband, Henry, seemingly lounging on the bed, I was pissed. I let out a grandiose sigh, that I hoped would signal my frustration with him. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door to get ready for bed.

After I put on my sleepwear, I slid into bed and turned over as my husband watched some sports. Then I heard Henry change the channel to Scrubs reruns, a show that we both loved. So I turned back over to watch, slightly less angry.

Henry offered to give me a massage, and I told him I would love that. I sat up as he moved to the edge of the bed and started rubbing my feet while we watched the show.

It was so nice and Henry gave the best foot rubs.

As the program ended his massage turned to a sexual groping. His hands moved from my feet to my calves to my thighs to my vagina. He worked on my pussy over the thin material of my pajama pants, petting it gently, making me purr.

Those hands moved to my E cup breasts and subtly pinched and squeezed them.

I pulled his head up to mine and planted my lips on his. My tongue dove into his mouth and we began to twirl them around each other as we kissed for several minutes. The connection was strong.

After several minutes I eventually lifted my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor exposing my breasts to the air. My nipples could cut diamonds.

Next, I reached for the bottom of my husband’s shirt and pulled it up over his head.

He soon slid his hands in the waistband of my pants and panties, then to my ass. My pants were being stretched and pulled down exposing three quarters of my ass. More kissing and groping until He pulled my pants and panties off at the same time.

Henry asked Me to straddle his face so He could feel my wet pussy all over his mouth, lips, and nose. I had no problem obliging. I loved the idea of my vagina engulfing his face.

First Henry propped his head up by inserting a pillow behind it. It made it easier to lick my clit and push his tongue inside me.

I kneeled on the bed facing my husband and carefully lifted my leg to mount his face.

Henry started with slow long licks around the edges of my vaginal lips before making a flat tongued lick straight up the center. It quickly had me moaning his and God’s name in the same sentence.

All of a sudden I heard a low popping sound followed by very wet peeing sensation. I had never heard or felt this before and didn’t know what was happening, but I know that I was cumming under the barrage of his tongue on my pussy and clit.

“Oh, God, Henry!” I exclaimed before my body started convulsing in orgasm. As this happened, I heard a gargling sound come from my husband, but I couldn’t stop my orgasm to find out what it was. The whole time I was taking the Lord’s name in vain and moaning his.

When my body stopped shaking my legs collapsed and my drenched pussy came to rest on Henry’s face when I heard a gulping sound.

When I dismounted his face, I was completely spent. I could barely move.

“So how did that feel?” Henry asked.

“You are so good at that. What do you think?”

“Was that better than usual?” Kind of a weird thing to ask, I thought.

I looked at him puzzled and said, “It’s always good, baby.” I thought at first maybe he thought I faked my orgasm.

“Lea, look at the sheets!”

There was a wet spot that outlined my husbands entire head. “Woah, that was me?” I asked in disbelief.

“You didn’t hear me almost choke on your pussy juice? When you fell onto my face I had no choice but to swallow it!”

He told me every detail about my taste, and how naughty he felt swallowing it.

I didn’t waste any time. After removing my husband’s pants, he was still hard and the head of his dick was leaking pre-cum as I moved down to lick the top clean.

“Mmm. I wonder if I tasted that good!”

I pressed my tongue back against his shaft and licked it like an ice cream cone several times. I made my way down to his balls and gave them some special attention. He loved that. The more I licked them, the more he oozed. When enough pooled up on the purple swollen head I would engulf his cock in my mouth. I did everything in my power to make him cum.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum, babe.”

“Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you the same way you tasted me tonight!”

Ten seconds later my mouth was filled with Henry’s semen. It must have been 10 streams that coated my mouth. Spitters are quitters.

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