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“C’mon honey, please, please, just do it!”
“I…I can’t, baby…I just can’t!”
“But you promised! You said you wanted to, please do it!”
“That was before, I..I always want to before but after I…I just can’t…”
I looked down between my spread thighs, feeling foolish. I was begging my husband to eat my pussy after he’d just fucked me, something we’d both expressed interest in having happen in many a spoken fantasy, but which – again – he was chickening out of once he’d screwed me and left me full of cum.
I can’t say that I blame him, most guys wouldn’t want to do it, but hell, how many times have I swallowed his load blowing him?
This fantasy, creampie eating, was one I’d read about and long fantasized about having done to me, but Tim, my otherwise loving spouse, while sharing the fantasy pre-orgasm, quickly changed his mind after. One time, I even kissed him when I had cum in my mouth and he damn near had a heart attack.
We’ve been married for 32 years, both now in our 60s, both sexually active and imaginative, me more apt to fantasize than Tim. But we were open and honest about what we wanted. It’s just that I’m far more willing to act on it.
I limped off to the bathroom to swab myself clean, looking in the mirror at my naked body. I liked what I saw.
“Damn, Chrissie, you still got it,” I mused to myself, patting my pussy dry and looking at my nearly six-foot tall, still fairly muscular 140 pound frame, my chestnut hair shoulder length and tinged with gray, my tits, while sagging more than before, still pretty big and reasonably firm. My belly had a bit of a paunch, but was fairly trim, and my ass and legs, always my best feature, were hard and athletic looking, owing to all the exercise I get running, riding horsys, playing tennis and kayaking.
“His loss,” I sighed to myself, walking back to the bedroom where Tim brooded.
“I’m sorry honey, it’s just…” he started.
“Honey, it’s fine, it’s fine,” I said, getting dressed. “Maybe another time. Maybe we just gotta get blazing drunk.”
He smiled weakly and I left to do some shopping. Later I met Liz, my childhood friend in whom I confided about everything. Including this. I’d talked to her about it a few months ago and she reveled in the notion, saying she had dated several men – all much younger than she – who loved “eating my creampie.” She’d laugh when telling me about it.
“Damn, Beth, I wish I could convince him,” I sighed over our salads.
“Hell, girl, just take it, take his face, ya know?” she said, seemingly surprised I hadn’t considered the notion. “Sometimes you have to just climb on his face and let him have it, or pull his head right down there between your thighs and lock him in! Let him have a good squeeze with your legs and he’ll learn his lesson! Legs like yours, that could do it. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
I looked at her pretty face, smiling, almost innocent looking, spewing out blatant instructions on how to make your man eat his cum from your cunt. She never ceased to amaze me.
“I do it all the time, even when they want to eat it,” she sighed, picking at her salad. “Makes it more fun when you take charge, ya know?”
“No, Beth, I don’t know,” I said curtly. “I want to know…oh, I don’t know, I just don’t have it in me to dominate Tim, he’s too nice.”
“Well, honey,” Beth hissed, leaning toward me. “That only leaves one other option.”
I stared at her, confused at first, then reading that sly smile on her face.
“Oh…oh, NO, Beth, never, no way, I mean really, I’m a happily married woman…”