Normally my wife comes home at 4pm from her office. But today she's taking a little time. Almost 5 pm but no sign of her or any text from her. I get worried and decide I'll drive to her office. Then I open my garage to bring out my car and I see my wife's car is entering our driveway. A big weight lifted from my chest, a relief for me. I walked toward her car and hugged her the moment she came out from her car. Then she looked at me and leaned forward to kiss me. But I couldn't shake the peculiar taste on her lips. It was a subtle saltiness and a little bit bitter. I pulled myself back a bit, then I looked at her. She looked normal to me but something was wrong...the taste felt off.
"Something wrong?" she asked with worry.
That was a good question but how could I explain my weird thoughts to her? "Your kiss," I began but the words were clumsy on my tongue, "tastes...salty."
I noticed a frown creased her forehead. A moment later, her eyes widened in realization. "Oh silly," she laughed with a light forgiving sound. "It must be the white thick soup I just had," she dismissed with a smile then leaned toward me to kiss me again.
This time she's using her tongue and this new taste becomes more prominent and strong. The more she was kissing and putting her saliva into my mouth the more I was tasting this peculiar taste. Oh, there's a scent I recognize. What is it? So familiar, yet I can't quite place it.
"Let's go inside my horny boy," she said with a cunning smile.
"Ohh yes. Let's fuck each other brains out, honey," I said. "BTW, I was worried about you. You're late today."
"Are you complaining?" she asked with an angry face. "When I fall asleep, you go off moping around watching internet porn. You think I don't know that you masturbate all night long?"
"Honey, where is this sudden anger coming from?" I asked.
"Don't you think about me? Didn't you think that this way you take away orgasms from me?" she asked.
"I watch porn because you don't let me cum," I replied. "When I penetrate you, you are always afraid I will cum too soon, and you always remain tense."
"I solved that problem, didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes, but in that way I'm not getting as much as orgasms you're getting," I replied.
"No, I'm not letting you be on top of me anymore. You don't even last 2 minutes," she replied.
"That's true," I replied. "I am not an early ejaculator, maybe female orgasm takes longer..."
"Alright, alright. No more talking. I'm in a good mood," she replied. "Lie on the bed. You have a duty."
"What duty?" I asked.
"Don't say anything, just perform," she ordered. "Don't get up. Stay with your neck on the mattress, I'll sit on your face now."
"Yum, how did you know I was in the mood to eat your pussy juices?" I asked.
"Maybe because I'm extremely wet down there. After all, you're husband. Only you can read me like a book," she replied. "Now be a good husband and make your wife happy. Can you smell the sweet juices of my arousal?"
"Yes, honey?" I replied.
She sat on my face facing my hard dick. My nose was buried inside her rosebud and my tongue was licking her pussy while she was teasing my wet tip with her finger. Then she began to touch her nipples with her spared hand and kept groaning. I was enjoying her tip playing. She was pushing her little finger inside my penis slit to make it more sensational. But then she started stroking her clit instead of playing with my dick. I wanted that pleasure more so I reached my hands forward to repeat what was doing but when I was about to touch my dick she grabbed my both hands.
"Not so fast. I need you to clean my pussy first," she said. "Now stop licking my clit and start tongue fuck me."
Then she raised her butt slightly, creating space behind her knees, and placed my hands there, trapping them securely between her calves and thighs. After doing that she laughed.
"I want all your attention in one place, hubby," she said. "Eat my pussy until I cum on your face."
From the beginning her pussy was soaked wet, she was telling the truth. But that weird flavor on her lips was stronger on her pussy. The more I was digging her pussy with my tongue the stronger the flavor was getting. And the scent, I knew this scent.
"Honey, didn't you take a shower in the morning?" I asked.
"Yes, what's wrong?" she asked. "Do I smell that bad down there?"
"I can smell my cum," I replied.
"Ohh, you made me worried there," she said. "Don't stop now. I'm close. And it's not my fault. You're the one who always cum inside me."
"TouchΓ©. But don't you clean your vagina?" I asked.
"I do but it's not like it gets cleaned thoroughly. Get used to it or stop cumming inside me," she said. "Does it taste bad? My cummies are also there from last night if you can smell yours."
"Yum, honey you're the best. You know exactly how to motivate me," I replied while digging her pussy for more creampie.
"Dig more right there my dirty boy," she groaned. "I thought you'd complain about me being dirty down there after all my office work."