Stick it. Lick it. Repeat. [MF]

(Nope, they’re in the right order. Might want to keep scrolling if you’re quick to get queasy…)

Over the years I’ve only kept in contact with one of my ex boyfriends. My husband knew about it and was never too concerned.

Daryl and I were never really serious. To be honest, our relationship was mostly sexual. Partly because he was a cutie, but mostly because he was a SEX MACHINE!!! There were weekends where he would lock me in his room and he would ravage me the entire time. We were older now, and had spouses. But, sometimes it was fun to reminisce.

One night we were messaging as I was wandering the house doing chores. I had a couple of glasses of wine down and the conversation got a little dirty. He asked me what my biggest fantasy was, and in return, he would confess his. I agreed and told him that mine, at the time, was to bring another girl into bed with my husband (I put a checkmark next to that one eventually). And after some reassuring that I wouldn’t think he was a sicko, he told me his.

This is how I learned what a “cream pie” was.

I have to admit, it was a surprise to hear. We talked about it some. He said that he wasn’t gay, but the thought of it had always turned him on. He also mentioned it nonchalantly to his wife while fooling around and she wasn’t very open to the idea. I told her that was understandable, since he’d told me she was kind of squeamish regarding cum anyways. He asked if I’d do that for my husband and I told him that of course I would. “He’s so lucky!!” he exclaimed. I giggled and replied back, “I know ;)”.

Before the conversation ended that night, he’d joked a few times that maybe I could help him out with his fantasy for old times’ sake. I laughed it off, although the idea of it seemed kinky and turned me on.

For a couple of months he would keep bringing it up every time we messaged. After a while, his joking turned to asking. Then to pleading. I kept telling him it was crazy talk and there was no way I could go through with it. But I had to admit, talking about it all that time had really excited me about the idea.

Then one summer month, he messaged me saying he was coming in to town for a few days for a business trip. Of course, he asked again. And, of course, I shot him down. He ended the conversation saying this:

“I don’t want to mess things up with you and [husband], but you are my only shot at living out this fantasy. It would really mean a lot to me! Will you just think about it please?” I told him I would. He thanked me and we went on with our day.

That night I laid in my bed next to my sleeping husband with a fresh load of cum leaking out of my pussy. As I quietly played with the mess, I started to fantasize about Daryl licking it out of me. In no time, my pussy clenched around my fingers in orgasmic tension. That was it.

Game on!

I planned it out meticulously. He was scheduled to arrive in the middle of the same week the kids would be on their camping trip. I’d give him a day to get settled, then have him wait around the corner from the house in the morning until my hubby left for work. I would have to make sure to have my man deliver his “cream pie” before leaving. After working through all the details, I let Daryl know my plan. I don’t think I’d ever witnessed him so excited! He was like one of my kids at Christmas!

The day arrived. As my husband was getting ready for work, I slipped his favorite G string over my freshly groomed pussy. I then texted Daryl, who said he was already in his rental around the corner. Perfect! I hurried downstairs and leaned against the front door.

The look on my husbands face was PRICELESS!

“Think you can help me out before you go to work baby??”, I said in my most pouty voice. After assuring him I was serious, he came in and started kissing me. In no time, his pants were down and he had me bent over the console table by the front door. I whipped up a quick fake orgasm to make sure he wasn’t late for work, and within a few minutes I felt the warm pie enter me. I cleaned him off like a good wife, and after he got his pants back up I hugged him and sent him off to work. Out the window I watched his car disappear out of sight, and I sent the text:

“Come around the back door. I’ll be upstairs.”

I eagerly waited on my bed as I heard the door open and close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He turned the corner, locked eyes with me and our lips met with incredible passion. He wasted no time, lifting me up and dropping me on the bed. With lightning speed he yanked off my husbands favorite undies and stared at the delicacy that awaited him. He dug in like an ex con eating his first meal out of prison. His whole body sung out how turned on he was! It didn’t take him long until he gave me a hip bucking orgasm.

I realized after I regained my senses that he was furiously rubbing his cock through his pants. “Do you want me to help you with that?”, I asked. He agreed and thanked me with a mouthful of pie. We ripped his clothes off and were in the 69 position in moments, him right back with his tongue in my pussy and that old familiar cock in my mouth. A little longer than my hubby and a bit thicker. I sucked on it just the way I used to; how I knew he liked it. Within seconds he was moaning deeply.

All of the sudden he stopped. “May I have another?” I looked back and gave him a nod, and he pushed me off of him. Quickly he flipped me around, pulled me to the edge of the bed, put my ankles on his shoulders and started giving me that good hard pounding that I remembered from all those years ago. After about ten minutes my body quivered as we climaxed together, after which he kneeled down and munched his second helping.

He repeatedly fucked me and ate me until about noon, when I told him I had a couple of errands to attend to. He got dressed and gave me a kiss and thanked me, saying he would text me when he got back to the hotel. Then, out the back door he went.

After that, I was in a daze as I cleaned our mess, followed by the rest of the house. Every once in a while I would stop and rub my pussy thinking of how much fun I had. I hoped my husband was in the mood again when he got home!

But then the unexpected happened. He texted me saying he was going out for some drinks with his coworkers and that he would be home around 11:00 PM.

Okay. ROUND TWO DARYL!!!

He was back at my house within a half hour, and in no time we were right back at it. Fucking me and licking me. I was in heaven.

Then as he just shot his final load deep inside me, I hear a car pull up in front of the house and loud conversation. MY HUSBANDS VOICE! Looking at my phone I realize he texted me saying he drank too much and was getting a ride home early.

After a couple “OH FUCK”s I tell Daryl to grab his clothes and hide in the basement while I distract him. He hurries downstairs and I grab a night gown and those undies he loves and greeted him at the front door. He stumbles in and smirks at me as I give him the “come hither” finger. “Glad you’re home”, I whispered in his ear as I kissed his neck. “I’ve been waiting…”

I drag him upstairs and undress him, hoping Daryl can slip out now that the coast is clear. He was hard as a rock after a minute of sucking on him, and then I laid him down and rode him until I felt him cum inside me the second time that day.

As I laid there beside him, he passed out within a couple minutes as I figured he would. Rummaging in the dark for my phone, I left the room and text Daryl to see if he made it back to his hotel.

“Actually, I’m still downstairs”, he replied. I guess he knew how I was going to handle the situation. “Do you have more dessert for me??”

I met him in the basement and we 69’ed on the couch so he could have his fill one more time. After we came, he got dressed and I walked him to the back door. I went upstairs, got ready and went to bed.

The next morning, my husband was nursing a hang over and I was nursing a raspy throat and a sore pussy. He couldn’t remember us having sex when he got home, or giving me that hickey. (Probably because he didn’t do it. Fucking Daryl!!)

The whole next day, Daryl sent me thank you after thank you. He told me that he had the best day of his life and I told him I was glad he did. I also told him that it was the last time he ever got a cream pie from me!

But, I should have known it wouldn’t be…

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