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I have always imagined that I wanted to taste cum from my wife's pussy after a
wife creampie gangbang. As with everyone else, I had the combination of blues
and mixed-up feelings involving ego, pride, etc. and that prevented
me from performing the wife creampie gangbang. For some reason, the act of eating a
freshly filled vagina was extremely erotic—as I see now, due to a
number of feelings which almost ludicrously paralleled reality.
I found out that my wife has (had?) an ongoing affair starting with
(by her account) years of flirting and self-described necking. This
culminated in sex at some point in the past (probably around three
years ago, although I have not asked for specific times and dates and
I really don't think I want to know). The "affair" was repeated at
odd intervals over the next several years, always (I believe) ending
in sex. The man in question was a very old acquaintance of hers and a
person around whom she felt very safe.
Not too surprisingly, my fixation with cream pie and (especially)
eating the sperm of another man out of my wife's cunt appears to have
been in tandem with this actual affair. This is comical in the
extreme in retrospect—as I got "braver" (fucking my wife with a dildo
while licking her pussy, having her climb on my face after we had
been fucking for a while, and so on) the wife creampie gangbang fantasy I gave to her
was that she would come back to me freshly fucked. I would devour her—
nipples, lips, ears, pussy, asshole—and she would tell me the nasty
details of what had happened. Apparently, that wife creampie gangbang did actually happen—at
least one night she came back after a night out with one of her
girlfriends and we had sex repeatedly. Turns out—yep, you guessed it—
that was one of the nights she had fucked the other man.
Finally, after years of lusting for the taste of a freshly fucked
hole I simply did the wife creampie gangbang. After we had made love, I spread her
legs. The daylight was coming through the window, I could clearly see
my sperm on her bush and lips, and I simply dove in. The taste was
fine—my cum is slightly salty and made a noticeably different smell
to her pussy. However, I was eating away. Better yet, she was telling
me what to do (it turns out that gentle is the key; my normal mode of
lapping till it hurts has not been the female-stunning technique I
imagined it). It was quite delicious, in fact, and I was happy to
tell her so.
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