When I finally opened up to my wife about me cum eating fantasies, she acknowledged and welcomed it. If I asked her to make me do it, drink my own cum, she would. But I still found it hard to ask. I secretly wanted her to make me do it, and decide how I would do it.
On our anniversary, I surprised her with a custom Tarot deck I created. The cards depicted various ways of drinking cum. Snowballing, creampie eating, cumming in a glass, self facial, licking her fingers clean. Other cards depicted accessories. Bondage, blindfold, porn, vibrator, weed.
I proposed that every new moon, we have a Tarot session. We could either pick out cards randomly, or we could select them to create a scenario. But either way, once a month, we'd indulge in my kink.
This is the story of one time my wife presented me with a scenario. These are the cards she had picked for me, and this is what she made me do. All this actually happened.
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The cards.
Three cards : The Offering - The Edge - Porn
I walk into our bedroom after my shower. My wife is laying in bed, legs spread wide open, wearing a crotchless piece of lingerie I bought her a while back. She's fingering herself. Next to her, on the nightable, there's my laptop, and three of our custom tarot cards, face down.
She orders : 'Open your laptop'.
I'm nervous. What is this about? I sit next to her and opened it. Oh fuck. She had found it. My secret folder, right there, full of thumbnails.
'I stumbled upon this by accident', she says.
I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. She turns to me, asks:
'Look at these. Do you recognize them?'
I did.
'I found those in your secret folder. What are they?'. She's being falsely naive.
I want to answer 'It's creampie porn, cum porn', but instead, I simply say, intentionally vague: 'naked women'. I know exactly what this is about. She was doing it. She was going to do it. This was happening. We were going to make it real.
'Oh is that it? Is that all it is? Naked women?, she pushes on. 'I think there's more to it than that. This entire folder, it's full of pussies. Am I seing that right?'
'Yes, pussies'.
'But there's something else.What do they have in common?'
'They're... full of cum'.
She looks at them, attentively, then at me. She smiles and kisses me. She backs away slightly, eyes on me.
'Yes they are. Full. Of. Cum. Now, why do you think that is? Why are they full of cum? How on earth does that happen?', she snarks.
'They've been fucked', I reply.
'It would appear so. They've been fucked, and their husbands did not pull out, did they? These wives were fucked to completion. To sloppy, messy completion. So naughty. Poor little things, all full, dripping of warm cum. Which got me wondering, what on earth were such dirty photos doing on your computer? What desires to they stir up in you?'
'I... they...' The moment was real, but somehow, I couldn't find the words. Well, I could. I knew exactly what they did to me, what I'd do to them. But I wasn't able to actually go ahead and say it.
'Oh, are you shy? Don't worry, I'm your wife, you can tell me everything. You can tell me what you'd like to do with those pussies'.
'You know.' My voice is weak.
She finds this fuax-shyness endearing. She feels more in control. She presses on:
'No, I don't know. I have no idea why my husband, my cumslut husband - she smiles at me - had pictures and videos of pussies that have been fucked full of cum.'
'What I found strange, she pressed on, is that these photos were all in a folder called 'creampies''.
I had never heard her say this word. Hearing it come out of her mouth is so incredibly arousing.
'Creampies. I had never seen that word used this way before. What a strange way to call a freshly fucked pussy. Do you feel that's an appropriate term? Does it describe it adequately?'
'It does'.
'Oh, really? But honey, pies, they're for eating'. She gives me one the sexiest looks she's ever given me.
I'm fully erect, throbbing. 'I know'.
'Oh but my love, those aren't actual pies. They're messy, sloppy cumfilled pussies. They've been fucked by their husbands and have been filled with warm, salty, milky cum. Such a mess, a wet, sloppy, dirty, cummy mess. Do you mean you'd like to eat these cumfilled pussies?
I hesitate, but play along. 'Yes, I would'.
Her hand slides under the sheets and touches my engorged, radiating cock. Again, a look, naughty, complicit. She knows. She felt, in her hand, the very concrete manifestation of her power.
Still holding my cock, she kisses me deeply.
She flips the first card. The Offering.
'Oh, very interesting. Do you see the woman holding a man's head between her spread open legs? He's worshiping her. But this is a circular card. Give and receive. The man offers his manhood, his seed, his cum. Her wet womanhood is longing for this offering. A temple demanding to be filled. But she also gives back. We see her offering her soiled, her messy, creamy womanhood. She's offering him a creampie.'
Her hand is holding my throbbing cock.
She looks at me: 'What do you think of this card, The Offering? Would you let me give you a creampie?'
'I like it very much. I'd worship your offering. My devotion would be absolute'.
'Good. I will be expecting nothing less than thorough devotion.'
She flips the second card. The Edge.
'Oh. Interesting. We see a sphere rolling along a narrow path. Moving forward without falling on either side. It grows bigger as it teeters without ever falling. It's edging along, one might say. Edging. How would you interpret this card? What does edging mean to you?'
I explain what edging means in sex. Stroking to the brink of orgasm, but holding back at the last instant.
'That's right. Stimulation and denial. And the ball grows bigger. The load grows bigger. You like edging, don't you?'
'Yes'.
'You like knowing that you'll cum a lot.'
'I do.'
'Have you ever edged for me? Have you ever willfully edged and then have me suck you off to completion?'
