It's an Acquired Taste

This story involves a male who eats cum, both his own, and others - if that's not your thing, please move on to a different story.

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It all started fairly innocently enough. Well, "innocent" is probably not quite the right word, but when it began it was just a curiosity.

My wife and I were in bed after I had been away on business and she went down on me. After a very, very short time, I blew my load in her mouth. I usually have more control, but something about our time apart, and I lost it early.

"Oh, shit!" I said, "I'm sorry to cum so quickly!"

She looked up at me, cum slipping out of her mouth.

"A little warning would have been nice, but it's OK. Somehow it's nice to know that I can still get you so excited that you can't hold back. You'll have to figure out a way to make it up to me!"

She was smiling and moved up to me and quickly glued her mouth to mine, and pushed her tongue in my mouth - a tongue that was slimy with my spunk. Not only that, she had a good bit of liquid still in her mouth that she was pushing into my mouth. Now, I'd had some fantasies about tasting my own cum, but, like a lot of guys who share that fantasy, immediately after orgasm that desire would drop to below zero in about a millisecond, so I'd never pursued it. Once, a couple of years back we'd discussed it, but my wife never pushed it, so it just kind of got forgotten. Until now, I guess.

At first I was surprised and taken aback, but after the taste was there, I just settled in. Our tongues started to swirl together and we shared the cum.

"Now, how are you going to make it all up to me?" she asked, with a wicked grin.

"Oh, feeding me my own cum was not it?" I asked.

"Hell no, you had you're orgasm, but where's mine?" was her response.

I slid down and buried my face between her legs and did my utmost to make it the best oral orgasm of her life. She wriggled and moaned and wrapped her legs around my head as she came.

"Oh, Mark, that was terrific!" she said.

"In the mood for more?" I asked, as I was lazily stroking my now hard again prick.

"Promise to last longer this time?" she asked.

"The quick one is out of the way!" I promised.

She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to climb on top of me. Sitting up on her knees she pointed my cock right into her bushy pussy and began to ride me cowgirl style. I love it when she does that, especially when she gets animated like she was today. Her boobs bounce and sway in a mesmerizing way as she moves her hips over me. She controls the depth and speed and pressure on her clit this way, and within a short time she was having another orgasm. I could have let go and cum with her, but I held strong.

She settled from the crest of her climax and looked down at me.

"You held it, didn't you? Are you going to have it in you to make me cum a third time? You are my superman!"

I moved and rolled her onto her back and started a slow but strong fuck. With each forward thrust, I rolled my pelvis around a couple of times, something that really gets her going as my pubic bone pushes against her clitoris. By the time I knew that she was about to ride over the edge again I was getting close.

"Abi! I'm cumming!"

"Me, too, Mark, fuck me!"

As soon as I felt her pussy grip me I knew that she was there and I let loose a torrent of cum inside her. Our hips collided as we each held that push together and let the bliss of the orgasms wash over us.

I leaned on my elbows right over her and kissed her. In her breath and on her tongue, I could still sense the taste of my cum from earlier.

As we settled down she looked at me and grinned.

"What?" I asked.

"Give me your cock!" she said, "I want to clean it off!"

I gave her the "What?" look.

"You heard me, bring it to me - now!"

I slipped my semi-hard cock from her pussy and moved up to straddle her face. She hungrily slipped my cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck it clean. As I watched it go into her mouth it was streaked with cum, mine and hers, and she cleaned it all off, giving me exaggerated "Mmm!" sounds as she did.

"Now, come here and kiss me!" she demanded.

I did not question the command and dropped my face to hers. Again she pushed her tongue into my mouth feeding me the taste of my own cum, this time mixed with hers.

She broke the kiss, holding my face in her hands.

"Now, go clean me up!" she said, an almost wicked grin on her face. "You know that you want to - you've told me before, and now is the time! Hurry, it's all going to leak out soon!"

I moved my head down between her legs. Her pubes were matted with our combined fluids and I started there, sniffing and then licking. I could tell that some of it was her own, but some of it was mine, too. Her labia were slick with juices, again, a lot of it was her own, but there were bits of white that were mine. I noted the scent and the texture and the taste. I put my mouth right over the opening and smelled the musky scent of sex and semen.

"Ah!" she said, "I feel it slipping out!"

A large blob of white cum suddenly appeared sliding out of her inner labia and down over her backdoor. I quickly moved in and caught what I could on my tongue, but some slipped down. I moved my head down and licked upward, catching what I could and licking and slurping up the liquid.

"More!" she said, so I moved up and held my mouth completely over her open vulva and took the whole stream in my mouth. I swallowed the combined juices and savored the taste of our efforts. I moved my mouth up slightly and kissed and sucked on her clit, running my tongue over her.

"Shit! Mark! Too much!" she said, sharply.

"Sorry, dear!" I replied, "It was too tempting to pass up, but I'll keep it indirect!"

I kept licking and cleaning all around - inner and outer lips, her matted pubes, even over her cheeks and butt hole where some of the fluid had run.

I then moved up and kissed her again. She pulled me passionately into a kiss.

"We do taste delicious together!" she said to me grinning. "Now, how did you like it? After all this time, you finally tasted your own cum!"

I kissed her, then said, "It was terrific! I'm so glad that you finally pushed me to try!"

After that night, there was more and more of me eating my own cum. Sometimes I initiated things, but more often than not, it was her pushing things. She would give me a handjob, finishing on her tits or her belly, and then insist that I clean it off. She even had me jerking myself off so I could cum on her ass, and then clean her ass. She would ride me cowgirl style, then after I'd cum, she'd quickly move to sit on my face and make sure that I cleaned her out. It had truly gotten to the point that I looked forward to it so much that once when she was angry with me, she gave me a blow job and then would not kiss me or feed it to me, she simply swallowed and rolled over to go to sleep!

In another fantasy sharing session, she confessed that one of her fantasies was to be in a threesome, where two guys shared her. While I didn't exactly admit to the same fantasy, I at least did not get upset about it, which was, to her, almost the same thing. Weeks later, the fantasy came up again, and she said that part of it would be to have the other guy cum on her tits, and then have me clean up!

I tried to act shocked, but I knew that I'd had exactly that fantasy - though I'd have never brought it up. She could see something on my face.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied, "I can't believe that you'd think I could ever do that!"

I tried to protest the thought, but she saw right through me.

"I have an idea, let's make a little video," she said.

"What kind?" I asked. We'd made little sex videos of ourselves that we would sometimes watch together. At first it was awkward as hell, but we'd learned a few things along the way.

"We do a closeup of a tit job - just my tits and your cock cumming on them. Then we can pan back and you can clean them all up. But, when we do the close up, we'll call you, oh I don't know, maybe Jake. Then, when you clean up, it will be Mark again. Then when we watch it, we can pretend it was somebody else. What do you say?"

As I said, we'd done videos before, and part of that was sometimes role playing so I agreed. We always did our videos on old cell phones to make sure that no one ever saw them except us (well, so I thought!), so we set up two "cameras" and got started. Abi was first giving me a blowjob, but mostly just getting me good and excited, which didn't take long. Soon she was using her ample tits to give me a good tit job.

"Oh Jake," Abi was saying, "I love watching your cock fuck my boobs!"

Getting into the role play, I joined in.

"Yeah Abi, you're gonna have a good load of cum on your tits for your husband to clean off!"

The sight of her boobs squished together with my cock head popping up and then disappearing was always fun for me. I was so excited that it just didn't take long before I pushed up and there was a stream of white jets of semen spewing on Abi's neck, and running down the valley between her breasts. I pulled back and made sure to paint her nipples white, too.

"Oh, Jake! What a load of cum! OK, Mark, you need to come over here and fulfill your part, too!"

I appeared on camera as if I had been sitting there watching this unfold.

"Yes, mistress!" I said, moving into view of the camera. I leaned down and licked between her breasts where a river of cum had run down.

"Tell me Mark, is his cum delicious?"

"Yes, mistress!" I replied as I looked at the camera continued to clean up the glistening white and clear liquids that were beaded up on her tits.

Abi later edited the video a bit and then showed me the finished product. Although we could recognize that it was me in both portions, it was still pretty good and gave the sense that it was two guys. Abi was really excited by the video and liked to watch it again and again. We did another with me cumming on her ass, and another with me cumming in her pussy and eating the creampie up.

All the while, my own fantasies started to grow. Watching the one of me cumming in her pussy had me fantasizing about watching her get fucked - close up! I kept trying to push those thoughts out of my head, but I could not completely get rid of the thoughts.

One night, after watching a few of our videos, she looked at me.

"Would you ever do it?" she asked me, "Would you ever lick another man's cum from me? It's OK to say no, I won't push it, but I see how hard these videos, these fantasies make you."

I was now confronted with me feelings.

"I...I don't know. I do fantasize about it. What it would be like to see another man's cock cum on your tits or on your ass. I don't think I could bear watching another man fuck you, though, but..."

"But what?"

"But then again, I don't know, I love eating you out with a pussy full of cum, so maybe?"

She kissed me gently.

"Slow steps," she said. "What if I told you that I had someone in mind - not to fuck me, but to have someone else with us, to cum on me, would you like to try that?"

As she's asking me, she's stroking my cock. As she's asking me, my cock is super hard and I can't mask my excitement.

"Yes, yes I would. Who do you have in mind?"

"Art, the waiter at Maximilian's - you know the young guy with blonde hair?"

"Do you think he'd be willing?" I asked, my excitement growing.

"I've been a little flirty with him - even when he was not our waiter and he's reciprocated with some flirts of his own."

As we talked she started to give me a slow blowjob. Her head bouncing on my dick, her tongue running around the head, her hand slowly jerking me. It did not take long for me to fill her mouth with my spunk, and then for me to be sucking it out of her mouth.

A couple of days later when I got home from work, she was positively giddy about something.

"I had lunch today and spoke to him! He's a bit nervous and wants to know that you are really on board with it, so we're going there for supper, but it has to be early since he finishes his shift at 6. Go pee and get ready quick, we're going now, if you want to!"

I did as she asked, and we quickly walked the block and a half to Maximilian's. The maitre d' sat us just about five of six, and soon Art came by as my wife caught his attention.

"Art, you wanted to know if Mark was on board - Mark?" Abi said, nodding to me.

"Hi Art, I don't know everything that Abi told you, but we are hoping that you might join us sometime," I said, leaving things pretty vague.

"Well," he said, "I don't work on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so perhaps one of those days will do. I gave Abi my number, you guys talk and she can give me a call, perhaps we can work something out! I have to go now - my shift is done and I'm meeting my workout group at the gym. I'll see you later!"

He left and I looked at Abi.

"So, just what did you tell him?" I asked.

"I told him that we'd like him to join us for an intimate time, that there would be touching and perhaps oral, but no intercourse. He said that he was open to it, but he wanted to hear from you that you're OK with things - he did not want to be a home wrecker. Plus, he's a hunk, don't you think so?"

"I'm not sure that 'hunk' is what I'm necessarily looking for. What if you fall for him?"

"Are you kidding me? Look what I have in you! I'd never, ever fall for anyone else! Look, I'm putting all of this in your hands - I thought that this was something you'd fantasized about, that you wanted it. But if you don't just say so, and it will just be a fantasy that we have with our little videos. By the way, Art wants to see the videos, if that's OK with you, too!"

She was smiling at me as she said this.

"But, I thought our videos were just for us?" I said.

"Yes, but when he and I got started talking about it, he questioned whether we really wanted to do this, and I kinda told him about it being part of our fantasy life, and that we'd made our videos as part of that. He was intrigued."

"I don't know, Abi, I'll need to think a bit more. It excites me, but I worry if we're taking a step too far."

"I won't pressure you, Mark, but I will tell you that I love you - with all my heart, I love you. We can take this as far as you want to go, but no matter what, at the end of the night everyone goes home except you, and you and I will be together. Always. All. Ways.

"Now, that's it for now, you think about it. I'll give you Art's number - he gave it to me - and then it's up to you to contact him, or not contact him. I love you - and only you - either way."

After dinner we went home and I watched our videos - especially the one where I was jerking off and cumming on her gorgeous ass and then licking my cum off of her buns. I thought about it - about Art jerking off on her and then, for the first time, tasting another man's cum.

By the time Ali came to bed I was so horny I could hardly stand it. She lay down on her back and I straddled her belly and jerked off aiming my cock at her breasts and her face and I splattered her with a huge cumshot. Her face. Her neck. Her hair. Her tits. And as the orgasm subsided, dribbled onto her belly.

"You, sir, have made quite a mess, and I expect you to clean it thoroughly!"

I happily did as I was told, seeking out every drop on her body. I started with her hair and her face and worked my way lower, and lower. Once I was sure she was clean, I pushed my face between her legs and gave her her orgasm with her legs wrapped around my head.

We fell asleep holding tight to one another.

As time went by I thought more and more about Art and us. I sent him a text asking if we could talk. We set up a time, and at the appropriate time I called him.

"Hi Mark," he answered in a cheery voice, "what would you like to talk about?"

"So, have you ever done this sort of thing before?" I asked, "I mean being with another couple?"

"I have been part of a threesome before, yes. Maybe Abi didn't tell you that I am bi, and I have had experience with others, though this will be my first time with a married couple. That's why I wanted to hear from you that you were OK. I have no intention of breaking anyone up."

"So you just 'do' casual sex things?"

"No, I don't think I'd say that."

"But that's what it would be with us, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right about that. I guess I was just thinking about some random meet up, like at a club or something. Look, I sense that you are having at least some second thoughts, so maybe this isn't a good idea?"

"No, no! Please! I mean, yes, I am having thoughts, but mostly I don't want anything to go wrong. I love Abi - I just have these curiosities, these fantasies. It's like I want to jump into the water, but I'm afraid that it's too cold, or I'm afraid there will be sharks in the water."

"Well, I'm no shark, I promise. You two are an attractive couple and I'm flattered and intrigued by the invitation, but ultimately, it's up to you two."

"How about Wednesday?" I asked, quickly remembering his days off. "Abi and I can take the afternoon off from work and you can come to our house, we'll see how it goes?"

This was unplanned on my part - I really had no idea if she could take the afternoon off, or not. I knew that I could postpone anything on my work calendar, so I just blurted it out.

"Hmm, OK, I think I can do that. What time?"

"How about 2:00 in the afternoon?"

"Sure - let me know if something changes, OK?" he asked.

We agreed and I hung up, then quickly texted Abi.

"Take Wednesday afternoon off!"

"Why?" came the reply.

"Art." was all I sent back.

I got back the big smiley face emoticon, followed by the one with the hearts for eyes.

About 15 minutes later a text that said, "All set! I can't wait!!"

I quickly popped of a text to Art, "Everything's good for 2:00", to which I got the thumbs up reply.

I'm not sure why I went to work on Wednesday morning. I was such a bundle of nervous energy that I accomplished exactly nothing. I left at 11:00 telling my boss that something further had come up and I needed to go even earlier. She was understanding, and on the way home I bought a bottle of wine, and a bottle of scotch - I was not sure what strength I was going to need. When I got home I took a shower. I then set up our old cell phone cameras to be able to record if Art was OK with it, ate my lunch and waited for Abi to get home.

When she got home I was a nervous as a school kid on his first date. She ran through a shower and put on a long silk (like) robe. She pulled the shades in the bedroom and set up some romantic lighting, while I drew the drapes in the living room.

At almost exactly 2:00 the doorbell rang and I answered.

"Hey, Mark!" Art greeted me as I opened the door.

"Hi, Art, right on time, please come in! Come sit in the living room, I'll see if Abi is ready. Can I get you a glass of wine, or if you'd prefer, I have something stronger!"

"Wine would be fine, nothing stronger for me!"

I found Abi in the bedroom.

"I know you heard the doorbell - is everything OK?" I asked.

"Come here!" she said.

I did and she pulled me into her arms.

"I love you, and only you. If you want to change course, now is the best time to do it, but at any time if you feel uncomfortable, just say so, OK?"

"Abi, are you wanting to change course?" I asked.

"No, no, I just want to be sure that you're sure."

I kissed her.

"Remember that he leaves and I stay, right!"

"Absolutely - you're my hubby, and I love you!"

"Then let's go greet Art!"

We went to the living room. Abi was wearing only the long robe and I saw Art perk up when he saw her.

"Art, welcome to our home, thank you for coming!"

I poured wine for Abi and handed it to her.