The crisp chill air of fall swirled around my sweat soaked tits as the ceiling fan whirred it’s whimsical song. My pussy was still throbbing trying to expel the load he rammed into me just a moment ago. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall like the crashing waves of the ocean surf. My pulse thundered throughout my body as I lay there exhausted and sore. The ache between my legs only intensifying as I realized he was not leaking out, but gushing out.
“Damn, how much did he cum,” I asked myself in a light whisper.
Rolling out of bed, I clutched the hand towel from the bed stand and glared at the clock. Bright piercing green numbers registered 11:52 p.m. on the digital clock. Hurriedly, I shuffled to the bathroom to push out his remaining cum and clean my sore flower. Crawling back into bed as delicately as I could, I snuggled up to the man I called my husband for 15 years. His flaccid and now shriveling cock lay to one side. My juice still coating his rod, I drank in the site of what I had done. I’ve always been sexual in nature, but he brought out the kinkiness I didn’t know I had. A little tingle of apology ran through my gut as I first imagined using my tongue to clean him up and the realization the poor guy had to be up in 4 hrs for work. But, the thought of his rock hard cock touching the back of my throat made my mouth wet and through my cum plastered pussy, I could feel my arousal leaking out. His thick head was perfect and allowed for a very nice ridge to tongue so the bolts of electric pleasure burned in his eyes. I loved that look when I had him in the back of my throat. Realizing what I was doing, I removed my fingers from my dripping pussy and tasted the mixture of cum and juice. The taste was orgasmic in itself and I shoved my hand back between my legs as I lightly rubbed my bud. Staring at his relaxed erection, a thought crossed my mind. I wanted to see another guy worship what I had for years. I wanted another man to take take him deep into his throat and swallow every drip of cum his balls would release. Lifting my head off the pillow, I crawled up to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, “Babe, you awake?”
“Hungh,” he groggily replied. “A little”.
“I want to see another guy suck your soul through your cock and I want to see you drain your balls into the back of his throat and maybe if your okay with it, maybe you could suck him,” I seductively whispered
His eyes flicked open. A devilish smile crossed his face, “I thought you’d never ask,” he growled.
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