"Cheers!" We clink our glasses of prosecco together and smile at each other. Since the kids came along it's not very often we get to go out, so when the chance came along for a cheeky lunchtime date, we took it. Settling in to our drinks we manage to have an actual adult conversation and catch up about our days. The waiter comes over to bring us the menus and let us know the specials.
"Oysters!" my wife exclaims, her eyes lighting up. "We're definitely getting some of them, let's do 3 each to start". As the waiter wanders off to get our order in we can't help but grin, this feels like the old days when we were childless and fancy free. My wife has a mischievous look on her face and I can feel her foot caressing my calf under the table.
"Maybe we should skip lunch and go find a hotel somewhere", I say, only half joking. My wife squeezes my hand and grins. "Maybe next time, I'm starving and I don't want you to miss out on your oysters, I hear they're divine". Her voice turns sultry and seductive by the end of that sentence and it is certainly not helping to contain my growing arousal. We continue drinking and flirting as if we were on our first date, every sentence dripping with innuendo as we enjoy each other's company and being in love.
The oysters arrive with much fanfare, my wife clapping her hands with delight. As I grab my plate, reaching for the little spoon to spread some vinaigrette on them my wife stops me. "Just a sec," she says as she reaches into her handbag, when she turns back round she's holding a little vial aloft, "yours need to be covered in cum."
My eyes go wide as I stare around in a panic. Had the waiter heard her? He's only just left the table. What about the other tables? It's not terribly busy and our table is a booth near the back but there's certainly still people around. Hopefully the general noise has stopped anyone else hearing her. When I turn back to her she has a massive smile on her face, the devilish look in her eye tells me she knows exactly what she is doing to me.
"What do you think hun? Won't these oysters be delicious smothered in your own cum?"
She's not even trying to keep her voice down. I can feel the heat of my beet red face, my hands are shaking and my cock is rock hard. The thought of random strangers finding out about my most embarrassing kink, my desire to eat my own cum, is equal parts terrifying and arousing.
She must have brought the loads I had saved in the fridge, the 3 loads I was saving for a little private cum eating session later tonight. And here she was, in a public, busy restaurant, broad daylight, pouring a vial of my cum all over a plate of oysters. Her eyes sparkled as she put away the vial.
"Mmmm, I can't wait to try mine, what about you?" She's really milking this. "Eat up."
