Quick note – I’m trying to get better at writing so this is a better version of a story I shared before. I appreciate all the feedback I got before. You can see my wife on my profile, we hope to get her verified this weekend! Any comments or encouragement for her she will see don’t feel free to reach out!
My wife and I like to relax on an evening after we eat. 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 eyebrow 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 – the longer she takes to eat it the messier it gets and the chances of an errant drip increase… – and the night my wife indulged me was magical.
She went all out – wearing lace-style dark panties that accentuated her curvy figure as they rounded her hips, and a cheap bra we picked up online that barely contained her beautiful breasts but I’m a fan of because I think it looks great on her when she’s spilling out of the top.
She called me upstairs from over our balcony and as I made my way up and saw her my eyes lit up. Any time my wife initiates it’s memorable but I had no idea at first what was in store until I got to the top and saw her in the soft light sat on the bed with an ice cream bar in hand…
Everyone’s had one. Vanilla flavoured ice cream, wrapped in a thin layer of chocolate on a stick. We had eaten them together countless times, and each time I’d secretly been hoping for it to melt and spill onto her so I could lick it up. **“Come over here and these this off”** she said as she beckoned me closer with a seductive smile and tugged at my clothes as I joined her on the bed.
I pulled off my shirt and leant over for a kiss. We were both sat in the middle of the bed facing each other. My beautiful wife, looking radiant in the soft light, allowed me the indulgence then pushed me back towards the edge of the bed.
**“Wait your turn, you’re just going to watch for now”** she told me and began to peel off the wrapper. 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. The anticipation was killing me as she pulled the ice cream up to her mouth…
My eyes didn’t leave her as I removed 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 and it left a little on her lips as it slipped back out again. Still it continued to drip condensation. She carefully licked at it, her tongue running across the cold wet surface as she teased me with it. The bottom of the bar rubbed against her fingers and began to melt.
I leaned forward to kiss her again, eager to experience this with her. and she indulged me only briefly before pushing me back again to watch her. **“Don’t get ahead of yourself – I‘m not ready for you yet”**. This was my dessert, but for now all I could do was watch on and enjoy my fantasy coming to life in front of me.
She laid back into a pile of pillows and cushions, and opened her legs for me to see her thin panties doing their best to tease me. She’s impossible to resist and any other time I’d be diving in head first, but tonight only my attention remained firmly on following her instructions and enjoying the show. As she got comfortable I saw her lick the tip of her tongue over 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 lips clean, and chocolate finally started to melt a little more and leave an impression. Then she bit off the top end – tasting the vanilla inside as the chocolate shell she had removed fell to her chin and then down to her collar.
Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. I watched her free hand pull the lace bra to the side and exposing herself further to me. 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. I adore running my fingers and tongue over them.
Her eyes opened up again and she looked down to watch herself as she brought the ice cream to her nipples. At first the condensation ran down and dripped across her chest as she moved it above herself. The chocolate left a smear across the top of one breast as she dragged it along and her breathing grew heavier. Finally, finally, the cold vanilla began dripping onto her nipples as the ice cream began melting.
At this point I realize I’m holding my own breath, and make eye contact with my wife as she lent down and took a nipple into her mouth to taste. At this point I had no choice but to finally start to touch myself, stroking the length of my hard cock as she gently sucked on her breast. My beautiful wife began kicking my fantasy into high-gear when she took another long, drawn out bite of the ice cream again – now slowly dripping down onto her hand and wrist – and drooled the chocolate shell and vanilla cream down her chin to her chest.
She slowly played with her food – dancing the cold icecream with her fingers from nipple to nipple. Across the top of her chest and down to her now filthy bra. The ice cream in her hands continued dripping, running down her forearm in several rivers and dropping onto her tummy. Some she scooped up and made a mess of putting into her mouth. The rest ended up covering her belly above her navel. She looked delicious.
My dick was hard and all I wanted was to devour my wife. To run my tongue across her belly and breasts and cheeks. I wanted to taste every part of her as she laid displayed in front of me. I wanted my dessert so very badly.
As if reading my mind, she made a ‘come hither’ motion with her fingers and lifted her hips. **“Be a good boy for me and help me take these off”** she softly moaned. **“I’d hate for them to get messy but I seem to have dropped some of my ice cream”**… Her words trailed off as I removed her panties for her finally revealed her beautiful wet pussy. Just another delicious treat for me. She took her messy popsicle and ran the melting ice cream and chocolate across herself from thigh to thigh. The flinched only slightly at the cool vanilla as it passed over her lips. Then her hand she had been playing with removed the last of the ice cream from her popsicle stick 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.
Impossible to hold off much longer, I came across her tongue and mouth. As it mixed in with the melted chocolate around her lips, I watched her use 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 lapping over her breasts and sucking the ice cream off her nipples. When I got to her pussy I carefully licked up the last of the melted vanilla from her and lapped at her clit while my hands continued exploring her sticky body
We showered together after to remove the tacky ice cream feeling and I told her many many times how much I loved her. My wife had gone out of her comfort zone to make one of my three big fantasies come true for me.
The video turned out perfect!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/omaefe/mf_my_wife_played_with_her_ice_cream_then_let_me