Different Tasting Semen; Do Men Taste Different? Delivering on my Husband’s Fantasy

With the Holiday season beginning last week, life is taking Paul and me through more changes in terms of the time that we have available for each other. Schedules become so compressed and filled with activities as we prepare for each event that we have some measure of inescapable obligation to participate in that it leaves so little time for the what Paul and I both want and need from each other.

We have been finding ourselves spending time when we are not actively cuddling, kissing, embracing, making love or talking about intimacy. When we are apart from each other, we are increasingly exchanging sexy messages (I cringe at the term “sexting”) that often include explicit and very sexy pictures. Our marriage has continued to grow deeper as we gain confidence in being able to share ideas, desires and needs. Our conversations continue to bound into the areas of our fantasies and the interestst that extend our ideas and concepts of healthy boundaries and what we might be willing to entertain for the health of our intimacy. A while ago, Paul was bold enough to express one of his fantasies to me that had me thinking of how we could possibly accomplish this.

I don’t think that I am ready to experience another man making love to me nor do I think that I could ever allow another man’s cock to enter me, let alone allow his cum to flood my pussy. In wanting to give to my husband, I came up with an idea that would give him a sense of this and I wanted to surprise him with it while not letting on to what I was going to do. I needed to wait for the perfect timing and with our kids being away for sleep-overs, I knew what I wanted to do. Our children were planning on being at their friends after dinner and staying for the better part of the following Saturday morning and afternoon. Paul was planning on working in the yard and I wanted to get the house decorated for the holidays so the timing was right; the kids were gone and we were both at home.

I woke up early Saturday morning because I wanted to get an early start as I had a few pieces that I had in mind that I needed to pick up. I didn’t want to spend too long away so that I  would be able to give Paul a taste of his fantasy and still be able to get the house ready. The thought of having my husband so aroused by what I was going to give to him made me so excited and made my pussy dripping with wetness. I reached over to Paul and started to play with his morning hardness. I whispered into his ear that I needed him inside of me and squeezed his shaft in my grip. I felt a responsive throb in his cock as he turned towards me and positioned himself onto me. I still held his penis in my hand and pulled him, guiding the head of his cock past my lips. Paul pushed into me with a gentle, deep thrust and I pulled my knees back to allow him all the way inside. His moan mirrored mine as I felt him fill me with his entire length.

Morning sex is always a workout for us both. Paul was still groggy when he entered me and it takes him longer to reach his orgasm as his sensitivity is somewhat dulled by sleep. I started to get him more excited, telling him, “fuck me. baby! I need to feel your cock fuck me hard!” My husband is so gentle with me as he moves inside of my pussy. He doesn’t fuck me (like we have seen in porn movies) with any sort of robotic movements. His body motions synchronize with mine and we move together with singularity almost like two dancers. There is fluidity to how we make love but I know that my commands were turning him on and making him penetrate me more aggressively. I could feel the heat building inside of me as my husband drew nearer to his climatic pleasure. He started to slow, wanting to extend our time together, “No baby! I need to feel you cum!” I cried out. “Please let your cock cum inside of me now, baby!”

His breathing quickened and his cock grew so hard and suddenly began to pulse inside of me. He tightened his ass and legs and pushed deep into me as he came. His semen pumped into me and it felt wonderful to feel his release. He kept cumming. Though he was all the way inside of me, I could feel his semen flowing out of me around his shaft. I knew at that moment that my plans for him were going to be successful! I held Paul on top of me (and inside of me) for a bit as his breathing slowed. I felt his penis getting softer inside of me and I knew he was starting to fall back to sleep, his body completely relaxed from the release. I got up after a few more minutes and quickly showered, put on my make-up (as Paul would say, I got myself “dolled-up”) and got into my tight jeans and a form-fitting top. I felt sexy and wanted to look sexy for Paul, when I got back.

I got to the store and found what I was looking for and as I was walking up to pay, my phone vibrated. Paul sent me a sexy message and a pic of his hard cock. It appears that he wasn’t wanting to get outside to begin his work, just yet. Seeing his firm penis and knowing that he wanted me again stirred the excitement within me. I could feel Paul’s semen pooling in my panties already and now with my pussy getting wet, more of his cum was beginning to move downward. Trying to set the fantasy into motion, I didn’t respond to him. I paid for my things and walked to the car. Looking at the time on my phone, I realized that I had been away for almost two hours.  As I pulled out of the parking lot, my phone buzzed again. Since it had only been a few minutes since his last text, I knew that Paul was getting anxious. At the next stoplight, I peeked at my phone and saw yet another pic of his cock in the grip of his hand. “I want that!” I screamed in my head and proceeded as soon as the light changed.

I pulled into the driveway after 20 minutes and noticed that he not only texted me a few more times but had called me. He was asking where I was. He clearly forgot what my morning plans were. I grabbed my purse and bags and walked to the door. Before I could get my key into my hands to unlock it, Paul pulled the front door open almost angrily. “Where were you?” he asked with a near suspicious tone, “what have you been doing, babe?” my husband questioned. “Paul, I was shopping for a few decorations,” I responded, “I told you I what I was going to be doing this morning.” I reached my face up to kiss him. I reached my hand to his head and pulled him down to me and pressed my tongue deep into his mouth. “I have a gift for you,” I whispered. Paul pulled his face back from me and looked me up from bottom to top. “Why are you dressed like that to go shopping?” he asked. Paul commented, “you look very sexy.” I just smiled at him, sheepishly. “Were you with anyone?” He asked. Again, I just smiled at him.

Paul was looking a bit confused. He was right that I never dress sexy to go shopping, especially not for housewares or decorations. I could see the look in his eyes that he was confused and perhaps, a little concerned. “What do you have for me?” he asked.

I set my bags down and closed the door behind me. Paul was standing in the foyer wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt and I was feeling very sexy in my tight-fitting clothes. I was getting turned on as I thought that my husband might be getting concerned and perhaps a little bit jealous. I smiled back at him and responded to his question, “I’ll have to show you. I started to slowly unbutton my pants as Paul’s expression began to change to that of inquisitive little boy. One by  one, I unfastened them and opened up the front of my jeans. I stepped back a few feet for him to see me better.

I smiled at Paul more as slid my jeans slowly downward. I wiggled my hips to get them to move as our eyes were locked on each other. I had to grab hold of my panties to keep them up and as soon as I did, his eyes moved and began to focus onto the my pubic region. I could feel the coolness of my cum-saturated panties as they were no longer covered by the denim fabric. Paul’s eyes widened and he wasn’t smiling. I pushed my jeans to the floor, kicked my shoes off and stepped out of everything. I was standing there in front of my husband with very obviously soaked panties. “Come here, baby” I called to him softly. He looked deep into my eyes as I licked my lips. “Come here and see what I have for you, my love.” He slowly stepped towards me. I couldn’t tell if he was excited, anxious or angry as he got closer.

I reached both of my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them open and downwards, revealing the mess of semen that had leaked out of me and made a large mess of my pussy and panties. Paul’s mouth was agape.” This is for you, my love,” I whispered. I want you to taste and enjoy what I brought home to you.”

Paul stood there, staring into my panties with stunned silence. I looked down and saw that his cock was pushing against his shorts as if it was about to tear through the soft fabric. I began to tremble with excitement and my unsteady hands reached for my husband’s face. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately. He kissed me for a moment and then pulled back from my lips. He looked into my eyes with stunned silence. “It is ok, baby. I saved this for you. I love you. I want to give to you all of your desires,” I whispered, “this is what you’ve been asking for! Take me, baby!”

We stood there in the front room of our house with my panties partially pulled down, my pussy dripping with excitement and semen and my perplexed but extremely aroused husband in front of me, I wondered if Paul was thinking that I actually fucked another man and brought home that man’s cum inside of and leaking from me. I wondered what was going through his mind. “Does he actually think that I am full of another man’s semen?”  I wanted so desperately to break the suspense but I was afraid that I would ruin the fantasy. I decided to be patient and allow my husband to work through his thoughts. We stood there for an eternity and yet I knew that his arousal was unrelenting as his penis was fully erect. After a few more minutes, Paul took my hand and led me to the bedroom and pushed me, face-first towards the bed. I knelt onto the bed and he stopped me. I could tell that he was ready to move forward with his fantasy but I couldn’t tell what his thoughts were regarding exactly who’s cum was inside of me. I felt him pull my panties aside.

I could almost feel his eyes burning into my skin as he looked at the cum inside of me. I knew that he was drawing closer to me as his warm breath glanced against my pussy.

I could hear him inhaling. Paul was smelling me, perhaps to see if he could detect the scent of a different man. I felt his tongue against my labia as he tasted the semen. Within seconds, his tongue pushed deep into me. “OH MY!” I thought. He was giving into his fantasy and enjoying the gift that I was giving to him. Paul licked me for such an extended period. As soon as I started to feel my orgasm arrive, the intensity was almost painful. I felt myself peeking. The pleasure was unceasing. My husband continued licking me. His audible moans told me all that I needed to know; my husband was enjoying my gift to him, completely.

After my next orgasm, I screamed out, “baby, I need you inside of me!” Within seconds, Paul was sliding his cock into my wet, cum-soaked pussy. He slid into me and let out the most sexy gasp. Within a few minutes of his movement inside of me, Paul’s cock began to erupt as he began to groan louder than he has ever been before. His cock pumped and pulsed as he released his semen into my already soaked vagina. After he calmed down, Paul withdrew his cock. Suddenly, I felt his tongue penetrating me as Paul began to enjoy more cum inside of me.

As my husband licked my pussy, I was wondering if he figured out that the semen from before was the same as the cum he was now licking.  The fantasy fulfilled.  Later on that morning, we discussed the details of how I arrived at this and Paul was more than excited and I left him wanting me to do this again.

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18 thoughts on “Different Tasting Semen; Do Men Taste Different? Delivering on my Husband’s Fantasy”

    1. There was a lot of excitement for both of us. I could sense Paul’s concern and apprehension when he first saw my cum-soaked panties and then came face-to-face with the semen that covered my pussy and was still very much inside of me. The tension was heavy. Paul is planning on writing about what happened for him. We did talk about everything afterward (obviously, he read this post and added the sexy pics) and what he was thinking throughout that morning. Needless to say, the impact on his fantasy and stirring his arousal was incredible! There was a sense of control and domination that I experienced though I don’t see myself in that sort of role. We both loved the entire morning.

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  1. Oh my! How wonderful your man loves to eat his semen from your womanhood. It is very special that he was willing to take it from you believing you got it from another man for him to clean up.
    I really like how thick and creamy his load is in your panties, I wish my husbands was still that thick, I remember those good old days! I would love to have my husband clean up that mess in your panties too. Sometimes I daydream of feeding him another man’s thick white load just for Dominance, to remind him of his submission to me!
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    1. Isn’t he wonderful? I felt such incredible control over Paul and at the same time, I felt that he really had to test his own limits of trust in me. It was such a sensually-intoxicating moment when he started to lick the semen and pushed his tongue into me,

      Just to clarify, the photos are not of us on our site. Though my panties were full of semen, and it was covering my pubic hair and labia, this is not either of us in any of the pics. Paul’s semen consistency is creamy but not nearly as white as what is shown in these hot pics!

      Oh dear…to have another hot man licking up semen from me and my panties? MMmmmm! You are so sexy, my sweet friend!

      XOXO
      Mel

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  2. I love the way you planned that out. Part of what really excites me about my wife’s dominance is when I know she is spending time scheming about what she will make me do… whether it is sweeping out the garage floor or cleaning cum from her.

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    1. I am always thinking about how to give my husband the pleasure that he desires. It is so satisfying to me in hearing, seeing and feeling my husband reaching heights of release because of what I say or do for him and that MY body is so in sync with his and it gives to his as his gives to mine. Considering that, the idea came to me in such a serendipitous way that when I saw the look in his eyes at the semen that was all over me when I came home, I knew that this plan was something that was birthed on a soulful level from him.

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