For a long time now, I've loved the idea of eating my wife's pussy right after I cum inside her. I fantasize about it practically every time we have sex, but unfortunately, as soon as I cum I lose interest completely. In fact, after I cum the idea repels me. I've mentioned this fantasy to Pam, and much to my surprise it turned her on at least as much as it does me. She even tried to force the issue, sitting on my face and trying to make me lick her clean. I went into a sort of panic, almost bit her to get her off me, and she decided that wasn't going to work.
I thought that was the end of it, but then one day she came home from work all flushed and excited, pulled off her clothes right there in the living room, and said, "I need you to eat me, right now!"
I was shocked to say the least, but I was feeling horny anyway, so she didn't have to ask twice. When I got down to business, though, I realized I was getting my wish, even if it was by proxy. Mingled with her juices was the strong taste and smell of semen. I was licking up another man's rich, pungent cream, and in spite of myself I was loving it. It was still warm, there was a lot of it, and Pam was more turned on than I've seen her in a long time. I was able to bring her to an outrageous orgasm, then she told me to lie on my back. She sat on my face and took my cock in her mouth, giving me a deep, slow blowjob while I continued to clean her out.
Finally I couldn't take any more. My cock started to twitch, then I was pumping my own huge load into her waiting mouth. That put her over the edge, and she reached another powerful orgasm that seemed to release the last of the cum from inside her.
When she finally dismounted, she gave me a mischievous grin, her Meg Ryan look, and told me, "I brought you a little present from David. How'd you like it?"
"I loved it," I answered, "but...David?"
David is a coworker who is always hitting on her, sort of joking but serious at the same time. She has told me about him before, and always sounded like she thought he was a loser. So now she lets him fuck her!
"I did it for you," she said, "so you could have your fantasy. Besides, David's not so bad once he gets his clothes off and is too busy to talk."
For a minute I was speechless. To my surprise, I wasn't angry, just confused. As my mind cleared and I was able to analyze the situation somewhat objectively, I reached a few insights. Pam had sex with a man she doesn't find attractive, just to help me fulfill a fantasy. I got my first taste of a fresh, warm creampie. And we had better sex than we've had in a while. So what was wrong with this picture?
"You said David's not so bad when he gets his clothes off. Tell me all about it."
"Well, he's a better lover than I expected, for one thing. Not as good as you, of course, but I've had worse. He's pretty well hung, has good hands, takes his time. He loves oral, both giving and receiving."
"You sucked his cock?" I interrupted, disturbed and yet excited at the thought of Pam's lips wrapped around David's big cock, wishing I'd been there to see it.
"Mm-hmmm," she responded, "he would have liked a blowjob, but I told him I wanted him to cum inside me. I didn't tell him why, but he might have guessed."
"OK," I said, "what else. What about when he fucked you?"
"Actually, I had a nice orgasm before we got that far, just from oral. When I finally felt his cock inside me, I won't lie, it was wonderful. I don't think he's any bigger than you, but somehow I felt a little more stretched than usual. He went nice and slow, the way I like it, and I had one really strong orgasm and a couple of smaller ones before he finally had to cum. I thought he was done, but then he started pumping again and shot a second time. So you actually got a double dose today!"
"I'll be sure to thank him next time I see him! Anything else?"
"Not really. He would have liked to snuggle for a while, or maybe he wanted to go again, I don't know. Anyway, I told him I needed to get home before you got suspicious. Obviously, I'm not going to tell him I need to get home so you can eat his cream out of me while it's still warm!"
Wow! I probably should have felt jealous, but really I was thrilled. We talked a while longer, and Pam asked me if she should do it again. I said, "Sure, if David's willing and you're OK with it. The only thing that would make it better would be if I could be there to watch him fuck you, and clean up as soon as he finishes."
"Trust me, David's willing, and truthfully, I wouldn't mind a repeat. I'll ask David if he's willing to have sex with me while you watch. You're right, that would be ideal. But in that case, I want to see you give David a blowjob first!"
Well, that discussion went round and round, as you can imagine. In the end, I agreed to Pam's conditions, but David didn't. What he said, according to Pam, was, "I'll be glad to have sex with you any time you want, any way you want, but if you want to bring Steve into the picture, I'm not your guy."
Pam got together with David a few more times, and always brought home a treat for me, but it was never as exciting as the first time. Then she came up with Plan B. We would check in to one of the big hotels downtown and visit some of the local bars. She was pretty sure she could find someone to join us in a threesome. The hard part would be finding someone who would let me blow him first (still a non-negotiable demand of Pam's), then fuck her and let me clean up afterwards.
We checked into the Hilton on a Friday night, so we'd have the whole weekend if we struck out the first night. We had a nice dinner, shared a bottle of wine, then went hunting. After a few duds, we found a bar we liked, with live music and a young, lively crowd. Pam was soon dancing with a good looking guy and they seemed to be hitting it off. He bought her a drink, they chatted a while, I saw her brush her hand across the front of his pants, and I was thinking, "Well, that was easy!"
Moments later she was heading back in my direction, frowning. "Threesome yes, blowjob from you, no. Too bad, he's a nice guy, and pretty hung. Oh well, it's still early."
A few more guys asked her to dance, bought her a drink, then backed off when they heard what we had in mind. As it got later I could see that she was getting discouraged. Then this younger guy asked her to dance. He was good looking, energetic, seemed less inhibited than some of the others. He was also just Pam's type, lean, taller than her but not too much, loose jointed, and a good dancer. He bought her a drink, they chatted, she ran her hand across the front of his pants, then across his butt, they looked over in my direction and both smiled. This could be it!