I am a 36-year old married man; I stand just over six feet tall and have a thick, athletic build and have been told numerous times that I am an attractive fellow. If you were to judge a man's attractiveness by the number of women that he's slept with, then I would imagine that I come out way above average – I stopped counting around 50 and firmly believe that my "magic number" is somewhere just shy of 100. All in all, I have had a tremendously blessed sex life – and that's without counting my wife of the last five years!
As I approached my 36th birthday, I inexplicably began having a desire to taste my own cum. And although the wife and I had a good sex life, this was a topic I did not feel comfortable talking about. Perhaps it was embarrassment or perhaps it was a fear of being judged as somehow less of a man but it was not a subject or a fantasy that I could speak to her about.
At first, I just wanted to lick it out of my hand after I masturbated – but I couldn't do it, the desire (or courage?) left me immediately after orgasm. Thinking about tasting it, about licking it, about what the texture would feel like on my tongue was extremely arousing and, more times than I could count, was the primary focus when jerking off - but I just couldn't do it, I couldn't bring myself to do that which I wanted so much
The next stage with the desire was to try to cum on my face, hoping that somehow I would get the courage lick a bit off of my lips or that the smell and sensation would be enough to take me over the edge. At night, when my wife was away, I would lie in our bed with my legs toward the head of the bed and begin jerking off. As I would get closer to climax, I would lift my legs onto the headboard and lift my hips and cock up above my mouth and begin shooting spurts of hot cum straight at my face. But even then, I would turn my face at the last moment. I just couldn't do it.
After I had failed trying it on my own, I made the decision to ask my wife if she would like me to eat a creampie straight from her pussy. My plan was simple, I would wait until we were having a go and then, while she was climaxing, I would tell her that I wanted to eat her out and bring her to orgasm – it would be a hear-of-the-moment thing. I was almost positive that it would work and that I could find the courage to through with the plan - after all, my problems were always afterward, not before, and if I could just say the words out loud to my wife, then peer pressure would take me the rest of the way.