Tastes like pineapple
Dear fans. I probably wrote a story before about when my wife actually surprised the crap out of me. She came to bed on night, knowing I was waiting for her — wearing a blue sheer half cup bra and panties with bows on the side. As I kneeled before her I nibbled on her breasts until she couldn't wait any longer and she begged me to pull on her bows and see my surprise.
That is all true, and because of it, I wrote a story. Well I was thinking about it again the other day, and I kind of re-wrote the same story, but because so many guys want cum-eating stories, I added that to this.
I hope you like it. Hope you get hard reading it.
Jay
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About a year ago, my wife read a story I had posted on Lit, it was on my computer. I had minimized it. I usually save my stories in secure documents with a password, but I had intended to get right back to it—and I forgot.
It was a cum eating story, the wife in the story urges her husband to fuck her harder in language she had never used before—and she makes him promise he will eat the cum right after while it is hot and delicious. He is delirious with lust and he says he will, he repeats saying it. She soon face fucks him and she cums as he is eating his cum out of her.
She forces her cum and his back into his mouth.
I got a lot of fan mail on that one.
But the truth is, I can't stand the smell of cum. The ammonia smell. And I'm sure it's not delicious. I told her all this, and I said it was embarrassing enough that she read it and I didn't want to justify it to her anymore. It was an accident that she read it — if I hadn't foolishly left it open, she'd never have known. Never.
Anyway, so I explained to her that it was hard core, yes, but it is only fantasy and I post my stories on a website that is very popular for erotic writing.
She wanted to read more stories, but I refused. (Some of my stories have to do with the guy licking and tongue fucking her asshole. I couldn't go there.) My fantasies are mine, they are private. I didn't give her the website or allow any more stories to be read.
So, fast forward a year or thirteen months or so. I was going shopping. She put two items on the list that we usually don't buy. Pineapple juice and cranberry juice. I asked her why, she said she thought I'd like it.
Okay, so fast forward another week, I'm having cranberry and pineapple juice at least twice a day. She is too, so there was nothing fishy going on, but every week we were having it at almost every meal.
I should say now, that I'm in good health, a little overweight, but healthy. I don't smoke or drink except for occasional wine..
Two nights ago this happened. We hadn't been intimate for three weeks. She had gone for a bikini wax the day before in preparation for our upcoming trip to Athens Greece.
We had an after dinner glass of wine out on the patio. The Florida sunset was especially beautiful.
My wife isn't a shy girl, she's funny and aware of everything, especially me.
She took a long sip, stood up, removed her top and dove into our pool. Let me stop for a second—she is breath-takingly beautiful. Think Jessica Beal. She came up from the dive smiling and laughing. "C'mon chicken," She called to me.
I stood, pulled off my shirt and jumped in. We had been swimming earlier and so we still had our bathing suits on. Now we were both topless.
She dog-paddled over to me, laying her breasts on my chest and coming in for a kiss. I didn't disappoint. We really love each other, I can never get over the fact that she chose me.
We held each other tight as we kissed, dueling tongues and all. I felt myself getting hard, I kissed between her breasts as she raised up and put her head back.
"I have a little surprise for you," She said.
"Oh yeah, what?"
"Mmmmm later, you 'll see."
"Ah, that sounds nice. Can I guess?"
"Sure, go for it."
"You're really a guy and you have a bigger penis than me?"
She burst out laughing as she stepped out of the pool for the wine glass. She retrieved mine too and stepped back into the water. I took the glass and clinked with her.
"Uhhh, nope — I'll tell you later drink up"
"So it's going to be like that? You're going to get me drunk and then seduce me?"
"Yep, that's the plan." She kicked off, floating on her back, breasts swaying and floating on the water. Nipples standing straight up.
We stayed in the water a little longer, kissing, nibbling, dueling tongues. It was so good. I was hard most of the time, all 4 1/2 inches of me. She tried to balance her glass on my erection. We laughed like kids.
The pool lights came on after dark, we came out of the pool, wrapped ourselves in oversized towels and went into the house.
I went into my bathroom and showered, she went into hers and did the same.
I brought more wine into the bedroom and I sat on the bed sipping when she appeared wearing a sheer lace wrap, topless but with blue panties held together by bows on the sides. I had lit some candles in the room, her skin by candlelight is something etherial. I handed her the glass. "You are so beautiful." I said.
"Thank you." She sipped and put the glass on the dresser. She kneeled on the bed, I kneeled too, facing her, my cock throbbing. We kissed, I pulled her warm breasts to my chest, reaching around and feeling her silken skin beneath the top she wore. We nibbled each others lips, I undid the wrap and let it drop. My mouth was all over her breasts, she leaned back and offered them to me, pushing them up to me... openly wanting me to lick and suck her nipples.
She moaned and urged me on. I was wild with lust, I could feed on her breasts for hours. "Did I tell you I went to the salon the other day?" She whispered. "I went for a bikini wax for our trip, for the beach and the pool. The girl was new, she was nice. As she worked on me she said, many girls go for the full treatment."
I was listening while I nibbled her right nipple.
