She was propped up on her knees and arms while her husband moved vigorously behind her.
This was by far her favorite position.
She could feel every trust and the intensity of his desire based on how energetic he pounded her and also when she got tired she could rest her head on the front pillow, which made her butt up even more and left everything with a better fit, which increased the intensity of movements and all this escalated to pleasure.
And so she did.
She pulled the pillow closer to her head and laid her head down to rest and stick her butt more towards her husband.
This was enough, that her husband did not resist much more, announcing that he was about to cum.
She loved it.
She love to hear: “I’m cumming”
She loves this phrase specifically.
She always, always, always answered:
Yeah, cum, cum in me, enjoy it.
But sometimes, when she was inebriate, she would reply:
Come in my mouth, please, just this time.
The husband always ignored her.
He was always very religious.
He did not allow himself to do it and thought it was wrong.
And she did not understand why, she had always wanted to.
She had always heard from her friends how much their husbands liked it, and how much they liked to do it to please their husbands, and that in some way their orgasm was always enhanced.
She always liked to please her husband, but he never accepted.
She usually controls herself.
The husband’s denial made her feel a little too perverted for him, a little dirty, a whore.
But sometimes, due to the intensity of the act, she couldn’t control herself, and what was mostly an internal voice whispering, came out louder.
Come in my mouth, she whispered, but sometimes the whisper comes out louder than expected.
And that was another day.
And like other times, the husband solemnly ignored her.
Both pretended that nothing happened.
He kept moving until the cock stopped spirt cum into her pussy.
And she kept moving her hips while she felt a warmth invade her, and she always started to drain out.
She loved it.
Shw knew, even in secret, that contact with the beloved’s semen always provided him with much more orgasm or greater intensity.
She loves to feel with the fingers the mess of the cum dripping down the pussy.
She loves everything after sex.
The texture of the semen, the smell in the air, like her pussy was much more sensitive and wet.
She knew she fucking loved it.
And she really wanted the taste in her mouth.
Curiosity was insane.
While the tired husband left to go to the bathroom to clean himself she stayed in bed.
Still on all fours, with semen now running down his legs, he had a crazy idea.
She looked back and did not see her husband, who was in the bathroom.
She let her hand swipe to her pussy, and touched it, feeling the texture.
A shiver ran down her spine.
She felt her pussy more sensitive, the extra lubrication and a little thinner that was left.
Felt her leg wet and moved her fingers down to feel better.
She discovered a large wet area and a strong smell of cum in the air came over his nose.
Just below a little bit of cum, it still ran thick down his leg.
His fingers quickly reached that liquid.
What she managed to gather with both fingers she kept, turned, sitting on the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.
She moved closer to her face, what maked she abble to smell the result of her husband’s pleasure.
The pointed tongue lightly touched the fingers and did not feel bad. Many people had already complained about the taste, she didn’t.
In those five seconds of insane courage she put her fingers to her mouth.
He sipped them like someone licking a spoonful of candy and took his fingers completely clean from his mouth.
As if by fate.
She hears the noise of the shower turning off.
There was not much to swallow in her case but enough for the taste to impregnate in her mouth.
The taste.
The sin.
The mistake.
The perversion.
The husband leaving.
Discovering her secret.
All of this together left her in a trance.
She did not know what to do.
She just knew that she wanted to come, more, she knew It would get much more.
She got up almost catatonic trying to hide it and crossed with her husband while leaving to the bathroom.
When they crossed, she looked at him and said only:
I’ll take a shower now.
They crossed the path and when she pass the door, she closed it immediately.
She turned on the shower.
And still fucking wet, now, from head to toe.
She leaned against the shower box, away from the water, with her legs arched and as open as possible.
And touched.
Feeling her pussy, leg and mouth, full of cum, she enjoyed one of the best orgasms he could have
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/esrvsn/confession_fm_cum_perversion