We had just finished dinner and I was standing at the sink cleaning the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. She walked up behind me, gave me a hug and said. "We have to get your cum eating out of the way, I think it could be interfering with our normal sex life."
I stopped in stunned silence.
This was the first conversation we have had about my fantasy while not in bed and it was unexpected. My heart fluttered as the reality of what I had been asking for in a fit of passion, was now being openly discussed. I knew she was prepared to "force" the issue. I had been telling her I wanted her to make me do it, force me to do it, tell me to do it, talk about it, make fun of me for wanting it, whatever. After I orgasm I never want to eat my cum, but shortly after, I'm sorry I wasn't "made" to swallow it. Apparently now, I would be.
"OK" was all I could say. My heart was in my throat and I was embarrassed. She was very matter of fact and obviously comfortable with her control and my embarrassment.
She unbuckled my pants and pushed them down. She fondled my cock and then squeezed my balls. I turned around, as she pulled my trousers half way down my thighs exposing my nakedness and kissed me passionately on the lips. Breaking her kiss she said, "for the rest of tonight you will do whatever I ask, immediately, is that clear? You will be swallowing your cum very soon, then we'll come back downstairs and watch some TV, OK?"
"Yea honey." I hugged her as she kneaded my hard penis.
"Would you like that, you have told me you want to do it, so now is as good as any."
I looked at her smiling face and said, "Sure."
She caressed my cock, looking down at it and lightly pulled on my pubic hairs. "I wonder what you would look like shaved?" It was a rhetorical question, but my cock pulsed. It didn't go un-noticed.
"You go upstairs, get undressed and wait for me. Don't touch yourself. I'll finish the dishes and come up shortly. You just wait for me and think about what you are going to do. Now go on, go upstairs."
As I walked away pulling up my pants, she stopped me and asked. "What do you want me to do when I come upstairs?" To have me answer this question not in the throws of passion, not being hugged and fondled, but standing alone in the middle of a room, my pants unzipped and open, a reality check.
"I want to cum and then I want you go make me swallow my cum."
She smiled, "Spoken like a true slut you are, very good, go on now," she said dismissively.
I was soon naked, lying face up on our bed waiting for her. She was taking her time so I would have to think about what I wanted. It had been at least 15 minutes. My stomach was flipping with embarrassment and the reality of what was about to happen. Was she really going to make me eat my cum and did I really want that. If I told her "no", then it would be no for ever.
She walked into the bedroom and looked at me lying naked on the bed. Without saying a word she started to undress. Once naked, again without talking she crawled over my chest and put her pussy onto my mouth. "Get me ready," was all she said.