My wife, Tammy, with her stunning beauty and an eye for culinary perfection, was searching for the ideal pie recipe for my upcoming office party. Flipping through cookbooks, a look of frustration was etched on her face. “They’re all so… bland,” she sighed, “I need something with a little more zest.” I suggested she try the internet. Her search was for a “cream pie” but a simple typo, the missing space between the words, opened up a new and tantalizing world.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at the screen. I peered over her shoulder. The images were explicit, the subject matter, shockingly carnal. “Can you believe this?” she whispered, a hint of fascination in her voice. “It says a creampie is when a man cums inside a woman and they watch it run out.” I saw her eyes trace a stream of creamy liquid trickling down a woman’s leg in a photograph. My blood stirred. The idea of this kind of raw, unrestrained sexuality was exactly what I needed to get her in the mood.
She clicked on a site, a collection of stories and images dedicated to this specific fetish. “Let’s see what this is all about,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, as if letting me in on a secret. This was new for us; we had never explored pornography together. As she scrolled, a picture of one woman squatting over another’s open mouth made her gasp again. “Oh, that’s so nasty,” she said, “Can you imagine being the woman underneath?” I agreed, playing along, telling her the cum must taste gross. She whipped her head around and looked at me, a playful fire in her eyes. “How would you know?” she challenged. “You don’t mind it at all when you swallow it, do you? Do you think it’s gross for me?” My heart skipped a beat. My words had been clumsily chosen. I quickly backpedaled, assuring her that I meant it was the sheer volume that looked unpleasant, and reminded her that I wouldn’t know what it tasted like. A smile crept across her face. My clever evasion had bought me a second chance.
Her gaze returned to the screen, a new story catching her eye. “There’s a story here about a husband who eats his wife’s creampie.” As she began to read the story aloud, I moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders. Her body was tense with anticipation. My hands slid down her arms to her breasts, my thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples. She moaned softly, her voice getting huskier with each word. I wanted to see how far I could take this.
I walked in front of her, and she stopped reading. “Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice breathy. I knelt down, pushing her skirt aside. I slid my hand beneath her underwear and found her soaking wet. She was so ready. “I’m so horny,” she whispered. I peeled her panties off, their fragrance intoxicating. As I moved in to start, she stopped me again. “Get under the desk,” she ordered, a wicked glint in her eyes. “I want you to eat me as I read. I want to pretend you’re really eating my creampie.” Her voice was full of a hunger I’d never heard before. This was an entirely new side of my wife, and I was all in.
I slid under the desk, my face pressed against her. Her sweet, musky scent enveloped me. She was moist, her flesh hot and swollen. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, and her hips jerked, a muffled cry escaping her lips. I licked and sucked her, her moans getting louder with each story she read. She was not just reading one, but several. Her body was a roadmap of pleasure that I navigated with my mouth and fingers. Finally, she put the mouse down and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me closer. “Oh God… I’m going to cum!” she cried. “Suck my creampie! Swallow all of it!” she begged, her fantasies of being filled to the brim overflowing into reality. I sucked her clit hard, and then moved to her pussy, using my fingers on her swollen clit. She came harder than I had ever seen her. Her pussy spasmed around my tongue, milking me for all I was worth.
She finally let go and I tried to pull myself out. My cock was throbbing, ready to burst. “Where are you going?” she said, her voice full of playful dominance. “I want to read another story.” After two orgasms, she finally let me crawl out. “This stuff really gets me going,” she said. “From now on, if you eat me while I read, you’ll definitely get lucky more often.” I nodded, my dick bobbing in the air. I had been under that desk for forty-five minutes, eating her out. I was desperate for relief. I pulled down my shorts. She pushed me into the chair, knelt, and began to suck my pole. My pre-cum dripped from the head as she expertly licked her way from the base to the tip. She took me fully into her mouth, a fire raging in my loins.
I knew I couldn’t last long. I groaned, asking her to stop, if she didn’t want me to explode. “No!” she said, “Please, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.” Her words were the final key. I thrust deep into her mouth, her lips pulling on me, her tongue tracing the underside of my shaft. I began to shoot. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum poured into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working in rhythm with my hips. I looked at her face, my cum smeared on her lips and chin. “Wow,” she said, “You came like a horse. You must have liked those stories, too.” I was empty, drained. I just leaned back in the chair, a soft smile on my face.
She leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue, and it was a faint reminder of how much she loved me. “I’m so glad you’re not afraid of a little cum,” she said. “I could never enjoy swallowing again if I thought you thought it was gross. I love you.” We cleaned up, and she went back to her cookbook. I knew our relationship had changed that day. It was now more open, more playful.
Later that day, after the party, she reached under the tablecloth and started to stroke my cock. I was hard as granite, and she felt it. I was terrified someone would see us, but she didn’t care. She unzipped my pants and began to stroke me. I felt the cum slowly building in my balls, a beautiful, agonizing pressure. One of my co-workers came up to our table. Before I could say anything, Tammy said, “I got some sauce on my fingers. Taste this, sweetie.” She pushed her cum-slicked fingers into my mouth, and I tasted my own salty cum. My co-worker laughed and walked away, and Tammy just winked at me, an electric charge passing between us. “That was just a sample,” she whispered, her eyes full of fire. “I can’t wait to feed you a whole slice. I’m so wet right now.”
The ride home was a blur. She laid her head in my lap and unzipped my pants, pulling out my stiff cock and taking me deep into her mouth. She brought me to the edge over and over, just teasing me, never letting me come. By the time we got to the house, I could barely walk. She raced me to the bedroom, and I watched her undress, her movements slow and deliberate.
She lit candles and slid into bed. “I don’t want you to cum too quickly,” she said. “So just lie back and relax.” She crawled on top of me, her hair brushing against my stomach. Her oral assault was unrelenting. She sucked me with a maddening rhythm. My balls were swollen and tight. I was on the edge, begging her to let me cum. She slid off me. “I think you’re ready now,” she said, smiling. “Ready for what?! I’m begging you, please let me cum!” She slid back up and kissed me, and I tasted my own cum on her lips. “You’ve gotten all the pleasure so far,” she said, “Now it’s my turn.”
I was determined to make her writhe with pleasure. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her nipples, until she was panting. Her hands pushed my head down, and I put my mouth on her clit. It was engorged, pulsing with blood. I moved to her feet, licking her delicate toes, tasting the salt from the dance floor. “What are you doing? I’ve been dancing all night!” she said, her voice full of mock protest, but her body was shivering with pleasure. I worked my way back up, her body now a canvas of my desire.
“Fuck me now!” she screamed, “I need you inside me!” I slid into her warm, tight pussy, and a groan escaped my lips. I tried to go slow, but her hips started thrusting back. I knew I wouldn’t last. She pushed me onto my back and started bouncing up and down on my cock. “Hurry up and cum in my pussy!” she begged. “I can’t hold out much longer and I want to cum on your mouth. I know you want to eat my creampie.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself deep inside her, and shot an enormous load. I came and came, filling her up, all of her teasing having done its job.
She lifted herself off me, her beautiful face a mixture of pleasure and mischievousness. “Here it comes!” she giggled. As she lowered herself over my face, her pussy lips glistened, red and swollen. I smelled my cum, and I felt its heat. She spread her lips, and I opened my mouth. The first drop was hot and thick, and I swallowed instinctively. The taste was salty, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I stuck my tongue deep inside her, and I felt a sudden rush of more semen. “I just felt a ton of your cum pour out of me,” she said, her voice shaky. “I’m so glad you like the taste.”
She lifted off my face again. “Open your mouth, I want to watch this,” she said. I opened my mouth, and she tightened her abdominal muscles, a huge strand of my cum flowing down into my mouth. “Yum, yum, yum,” she said, before slamming her crotch back down, grinding on my outstretched tongue. She rode my face to a crashing orgasm, her body shaking as she came. Exhausted, she fell to my side.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Did you enjoy eating your creampie?” I told her I loved making her feel good. “I could see that,” she said. “We’ll have to make a jumbo pie for you to eat. Next time, I’ll tease you for a couple of days before I let you cum in me again.” She was pleased with her idea. “Now,” she said, “I want some more of your delicious cum in my belly.” As she took me into her mouth, I realized how much I loved my wife. Our relationship had changed for the better. We were more open, more playful. I knew that I would do anything for her, and she would do anything for me.
