"Mmmmm...um...cream-pie?"
"What?" I said, my heart suddenly stopped.
"Do you want the cream-pie?" she repeated, her eyes scanning the dessert menu.
"Oh, uhh...yeah sure. Chocolate?"
"Or banana. Let's share, I think two is too many."
"Yeah, we can share one." I turned to the waitress, ordered the chocolate pie with two black coffee's. For a moment, I thought 'oh man, I left a document open on my laptop. How will I ever explain that I have been reading stories, and writing stories about cream-pies.
I've never actually done it, like most guys I think about it, fantasize about it. I've im'd on Literotica with a few guys who have done it, but not me, not yet, anyway. Someday maybe when we are in a place where I will not feel judged or that if she says, "no thanks, that's disgusting, why would you want to do that?" I won't cringe and want to hide in a hole.
It is the ultimate dirty thing to do. but she has to be very open. Jessie is open, but I have been so straight with her, so conservative, I don't want to loose what we have.
A year later, about 7 mos. after the birth of our daughter, she was nursing and we were back to having sex again at least twice a week. She became more sexual by this time, and though she didn't initiate sex with me but she was more receptive.
I had to be careful with her breasts, which were larger than ever from the milk
I was above her nibbling on her breasts while stroking her silky pussy hair. she began to draw her legs up to spread her lips apart for me but instead she stroked my erection. I moaned with pleasure.
"Hmmm you like that," she said as she traced my cock-head with a fingernail. I leaned back and made my cock stand proud. we were now stroking each other. Her vagina lips were open, her clitoris was erect. I stroked it while she rubbed her thumb around the tip of my penis. Pre-cum began to drip. it felt so amazing, my heavy balls were swaying as I kneeled there.
"Do you like that, do you want me to stroke you?"
"God yes."
