Thanks to 57 Chevy for help with editing my first story attemp.
This is the story of the first creampie my wife brought home for me. It happened like a lot of stories about the start of something new. We had been married for a number of years. Our sex life had slowed down some, but was still good. Like a lot of other men I enjoyed reading the stories like this one on the Internet. I got very turned on by the stories of men who enjoyed watching their wives with other men and stories about wives who enjoyed being eaten out after having sex with other men.
My wife and I have always been open about our fantasies. We have tried some things that others consider kinky, but the fantasy that we both always got the most thrill out of was her being with another man and then me getting to clean her pussy after wards. We always had the best sex when we would talk about this, role playing that I was the other man and then eating her out after wards. During the act it was a huge turn-on for me, but after my climax I, like many men, would not have that same desire to go down on her that I did before. I do enjoy the taste, and am not turned off at all by eating her afterwards, it's just that my state of arousal goes away after I shoot.
Last Tuesday my wife and her best friend Deb went to a Mary Kay meeting at one of the hotels downtown. They had to go straight from work so my wife had told me that they would get dinner afterwards and she should be home about 9:30 or so. I had made myself something to eat and settled in to watch the ballgame when she called home. I saw her cell number on the caller ID.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?"
"I might be late, but I want you to stay up for me," she said.
"You and Deb going out?"
There was a pause "We are already out. How would you like it, if I fulfilled your fantasy tonight?"
"What?" I couldn't have heard her right. I thought I must have been confused. Actually I was confused.
"We are at the hotel bar and these two guys are trying to pick us up. I was thinking this would be the perfect time to bring you that creampie we talked about...If you want it."
My mind was going a thousand miles an hour. I know I must have stuttered something as I went into shock and I seem to remember her again repeating for me to stay up, but to be honest everything went into a blur. The phone was dead when I hung it up and even though I wanted to call her back there was no way that I dared to.
The next five hours were the longest of my life. Of course I wasn't going to sleep. I even had the thought cross my mind that I might need to contact my physician, because of my erection lasting more than four hours. I had all kinds of wild things run through my mind. The questions just kept going round my head. What was she doing? Would she really be doing it? Was she playing a game with me?
The TV was still on, but I wasn't watching. In fact I was watching the clock on the wall more than the game on the tube and then whatever followed. The later it became the harder I became. As I thought of the possibility of my wife having sex with another man, the more aroused I became.
Finally about 1:30 AM I saw the lights from her car hit the windows as she swung into the drive way. I was on the porch waiting before she could get out of the car.
Even as she closed the car door I started with "Whaa...", but she waved her hand to stop me.
"I glad you waited up, let's go to the bedroom and I'll tell you all about it." as she came up the steps and kissed me with one of those hard kisses usually reserved for when I have been out of town on business for a week.
During our embrace she could feel my hardness so she encouraged me inside, "Come on, before the neighbors get up too!" She led me by the hand into the house and straight to our bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she turned and put her finger on my lips, "Don't say anything, just get naked and lay on the bed. I've got a story that you're gonna love, I promise."
I did exactly as told, stripping and laying on the bed with myself at full attention. I still wasn't sure what was going on. She didn't look like the wives in the stories always did, her hair wasn't messed up, her make-up was fine, her perfume smelled the same as always when she got home from work in the evenings. I thought she was just role playing as much as we had played our fantasy game before.
She sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub my thigh, "I'll start from the beginning. You know that I was going to the Mary Kay meeting with Deb tonight. Well, as we were leaving, it was about 7, so Deb suggested we have a drink in the bar before we went to dinner. Almost as soon as we sat down these two guys sat on either side of us. I thought "Just like sharks moving in on the first thing that moves", but they turned out to seem like really nice guys in spite of how quick they moved in."