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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Time Away and Now Time to Play

Desire. Hunger. Longing. Aching. Throbbing. The last several days have left me in such a considerably challenging condition in that every part of my body is feeling one or more of the preceding heightened stimulus to my senses. A few days ago, I wrote about how I laid awake for (what seemed like) hours as my pussy throbbed to feel my husband inside of me. Though we have made love in the days following that early morning time together, during the last four nights, Paul and I have had so precious little time to be together as we need – as I need!

Not only are Paul and I passionate about our intimacy and ensuring that we have time to be together (going for walks together, snuggling on the couch, cooking, etc., and of course making love), we are both happy to be parents of our amazing children. I know that I am biased in claiming that  my kids are the best (and sometimes, they exhibit behaviors that make me cringe) and brightest of all. My husband and I are fully invested in their lives and ensure that they have the opportunities that will help them set and reach their goals. Over the course of the past few days, those goals have encroached upon our time that Paul and I need and that leaves me conflicted, emotionally. When my kids demonstrate any sort of poor behavior after we spent so much time giving to them and taking them to their events and activities, I tend to take it personally because it appears to come across as ungratefulness. I feel bad for thinking this but when I miss out on intimacy with my husband, my selfishness starts to emerge.

Is it wrong for me to be selfish with the time that I need for my husband’s physical attention?

Yesterday I reached the culmination of missing my husband’s touching, caressing, his lips and tongue and, of course, his cock! We were exhausted from all of our out-of-home activities and on the verge of passing out after the kids went to bed. Not willing to let another evening pass without at least giving and receiving orgasmic release, I took Paul’s hand and pulled him close to me after we walked into the bedroom and shut the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew his head down to bring our lips together. I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into is mouth while gazing into his gorgeous, soft blue eyes (I love kissing him with my eyes open!!). I was melting in my heart and deep inside, I could feel my wetness building.

I pressed my lips around Paul’s tongue and sucked him deep into my mouth as he moaned. I reached down to feel his cock through his jeans. He was so hard that he was pushing tightly against the fabric. My fingers traced the outline of the shaft and head of his penis. Sucking his tongue drove me to want a larger, more firm part of him in my mouth. I continued to kiss him as I undid his belt and jeans buttons and reached into his pants to release his cock. I let go of his tongue and slid down to enjoy more of my husband. I extended my tongue to the head of his beautiful manhood and licked the bead of pre-cum that already seeped out from within my excited husband. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around him, inching him deeper towards my throat. I knew that he was also in tremendous need by the way that he gasped. I tightened my lips and began to move on him. I cupped and caressed his balls as I pleasured my husband while he stood before me. I slid one of my hands behind his scrotum and pressed against his perineum to feel his cock hardening. I could tell that he was about to cum and I started to slow my pace. “No, baby,” he cried out. “Please don’t stop!”

I wanted to get him there but I also wanted to allow him to build more without an orgasm. I wanted his big release to be inside of me. Hearing his request, I continued to suck his cock and pleasure him with my hands. I slide my index finger from his perineum and moved backward to his anus. It had been a long time since I pleasured him anally. Without lubrication, I was surprised at how quickly and easily my finger entered him. Paul moaned so loudly I worried that he would wake the kids. I pressed upward towards his prostate and began to apply some stimulation. Within a few seconds, Paul’s body tightened and his cock grew very firm in my mouth. I could feel the pulses of his orgasm begin deep inside of him and within an instant, he was flooding my mouth with his semen.

I usually love to share his cum with him, but this time I swallowed all of Paul’s semen. I was so hungry to enjoy all him. I also knew that Paul would have much more to enjoy in only a short while. As I sucked out the last drips of cum from his cock, I looked up to catch his loving eyes smiling down on me.

After quickly undressing, I moved towards the bed, leaning against it while lowering down to my elbows, leaving my ass fully exposed and waiting for Paul who didn’t hesitate to move towards me. He positioned himself behind me and began to touch my lower back softly with both hands. His touch was sweet and almost ticklish I looked through my legs and saw that his cock was already hard and still more of his sweet semen was emerging onto the head. His hands moved to my ass as he kneaded me like an baker working to make his best bread for that coming morning. I was so at ease feeling Paul’s strength in his hands. Without warning, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my labia and a shiver moved through me with a subtle jolt.

Oh my goodness, I have been in such need to have my pussy licked and sucked for the last three days! I was in immediate heaven feeling him move around me. The sounds emanating from my pussy and his mouth are so sexy to hear. The thoughts that pass through my head when I am in such ecstasy, I have such difficulty in deciding which makes me feel more pleasure – my husband’s cock or his mouth and I found my mind vacillating on this as Paul continued to lick and suck me. Another jolt ripped through my body and I could tell by the way that I involuntarily moved my ass closer to my husband that Paul took my clit into his mouth and was sucking on me while licking intensely. I could feel the bed comforter bunching in my fists as I gripped hard. My knees stiffened and suddenly I couldn’t think or move. Wave after wave of near-painful pleasure drenched me from within. I was crying out with each exhale. I didn’t want Paul to stop but I needed him to let me catch my breath. As soon as I regained control of my body, I shook my ass and my husband let go of my clit. “I need you inside me, now!” I commanded.

I looked back at his cock just prior to Paul pushing towards me and saw a delicious drip of semen falling from the head. Just then, he pressed the head between my shivering lips. He slid all the way into me in a second. I was so wet and ready for him. “Fuck me, baby!” I cried out. “Please fuck me hard!” Paul didn’t hesitate and began to move with deep, long and purposeful strokes. My orgasm hadn’t fully subsided as the sensations of fullness from his cock started to bring me to quick and shallow climaxes.  Paul would push all the way into me with increasing force sending immense pleasure waves through me. His cock reached so deep into me that I would feel twinges of pain from him running into my cervix. Normally, I’d want him to be careful but the orgasms continued to come and I didn’t want them to cease. He would alternate for a few minutes of hard strokes with slow gentle movements. I knew that he was trying to give me all that I wanted and he didn’t want to disrupt my pleasure with his orgasm. But after too many days without him, I wanted him to cum inside me as I was feeling these successive orgasms.

“Let go, baby!” I said to him while trying to breathe. “I need you to cum inside me, baby!”

I clenched around his cock as hard as I could and I knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as I felt his cock swell, I too was in yet another massive orgasmic wave. I could feel Paul pulsing semen into me as we both were moaning intently. His hands gripped my ass as he was pushed all the way inside of me.  I could feel his warmth of his cum had filled me. I knew what was about to happen next. Our pleasure wasn’t quite over yet we were both so tired and ready for sleep.

Paul began to pull his cock out of me slowly. “Hold still,” he said to me. “I don’t want anything to spill.” Judging by the load put into my mouth earlier, I knew that there was no way that he could get all the way out without his semen being pulled out and spilling. Paul’s cock was still hard which didn’t surprise me. I knew that there was a lot of cum in me and that he was going to have his treat (and so was I). “Shoot!” Paul exclaimed. I watched between my legs as his cum started to pour out of me. He quickly planted his face against me and pushed his tongue inside of me. If you have never experienced your husband enjoying his cum inside of you, you are missing out. The sound of him slurping, sucking and licking me is pure heaven! Having seen pictures of my cum-soaked pussy, I know the visual that my husband enjoys. As stimulating as it is to be licked and sucked after a few orgasms and being full of semen, it is also extremely relaxing. I knew that we both could sleep soundly.

We moved towards the bed and climbed in. We kissed and cuddled as we laid there in such dreamy peace.

Meeting My Needs is in Sync with Meeting His

I got almost nothing accomplished from my list and it seems that spending the entire day reading blog posts and chatting with people on the computer and from my phone put me into a very heightened state. I messaged Paul several times throughout the day (most of the time this is very unusual behavior for me) and resorted to sending him a sexy pic or two (maybe it was three?) if only to get him to respond with some sexy talk. The night before, we spent hours making love and Paul’s curiosity was piqued and he wanted to know what was behind all of my excited behavior. “Babe, you came several times last night,” he wrote, “you seemed to be very satisfied with before we fell asleep.”

Paul was right. Last night was the culmination of my needs and desires colliding with my giving husband’s delightfully fulfilling attention. Needless to say that we both possess the inane motivation to experience our partner’s ecstasy. Years ago, Paul was not the man he has since become. Though he would try to attend to my needs, more often than not, once he achieved his orgasm, his interest faded and he was incapable of going any further with me. He tried to push through and sometimes he could enter me again and could fuck me longer but as I got louder and my orgasm would build, he would suddenly be overcome with pleasure, releasing into me again. Exhausted from cumming, he would need to rest and my needs went unmet. He couldn’t even spend time touching me to take me where I needed to go. I know Paul’s heart for me was so genuine and he wanted to take me there but we were so out of sync from each other. Last night was the antithesis of who he was back then. He is a different man and I am blessed with orgasms when I want and need them (and I don’t need them daily; just feeling him inside me, the close contact and experiencing his release in me is often times more than enough).

Paul knows my patterns very well. When I have more than one orgasm, I am usually sated enough that I am able to get so much done around the house and take care of almost everything and anything on my list of to-dos the next day. But today was different. As I lay in bed after Paul left for work, I was still feeling so ticklish deep inside of me; that feeling I have when I am overwrought with desire to feel his body close to me and to experience him moving inside of me. I could feel Paul’s semen was still flowing out of me. As I rolled over in bed to enjoy the sunlight peeking in, I could smell the scent of our love-making wafting up to my nose. The sweet aroma of his semen mixed with my wetness caused me to get caught up in reliving all that we enjoyed together. Paul’s hands moving on my skin; the warmth of his touch. My heightened sensitivity as he kissed his way from my lips, down my neck and chest, tender sucking of my nipples and gently moving towards and ultimately finding my pussy! It was heaven. It IS heavenly! I still had to get out of bed and I really didn’t want to. “Why couldn’t Paul just call-in today? Why couldn’t he have stayed home and played with me?” my thoughts were swirling in my head.

I reached for my phone and sent my husband a message telling him how much I love him and couldn’t wait for him to return to me. This is where my need for him cause me to deviate from my day’s plan. Knowing how much Paul fawns all over me and my body and loves seeing me in the daylight, I took a few pics and sent him one that I thought he’d really enjoy. I got so aroused thinking about his reaction to opening his text to find my naked body illuminated by the morning sun. I took a few more (even a close-up of the result of last night’s aftermath) and sent him a couple more pics before I got out of bed. Still checking my phone, I noticed a few comments on our blog and responded to them. I also noticed some comments to our online photos and responded to them. I was getting more turned on. I couldn’t stop thinking about Paul and how my need for him was increasing. “I must be ovulating,” I thought. I looked at the calendar and sure enough, I was right there in the midst of my physiological need for my partner’s semen inside of me. But there was something more that I needed. I had such a powerful lack that kept me from being able to break my thoughts away from sex. I managed to make breakfast, enjoy a few cups of coffee and to get a load into the wash as I constantly checked my phone for a response to my texts to Paul.

The phone rang which meant that I was about to have a much needed break from the continual erotic buildup that I was experiencing. My mom started complaining about her issues with her plumbing and the gross man who was there to fix things. Since my father passed away, mom has been very needy (in every way) and constantly calls me to complain and to ask Paul for help. In the last two years, my mother’s grief has transitioned to loneliness and the desire be around men (which I think has a lot to do with her high sex drive being unmet). I secretly hope for a nice, handsome older gentleman to help her with whatever needs to be fixed and to give her the loving that she needs. Our call went on for nearly an hour as the plumber worked on the kitchen sink and drain. As she talked, I heard the familiar notification chime telling me that Paul had responded to my pics. I pulled the phone from my ear to see that he sent me a pic in response – his cock was enormous and seemingly struggling to tear through his khakis! I hung up with my mom and tried to get to something done but I kept looking at the pic my husband sent to me. I couldn’t help myself as this went on all day long.

It was getting late in the day and I really wanted Paul to come home to me. I spent far too much time interacting with people online and probably getting a little raunchy with my conversations (my best friend told me that I needed to fuck Paul as soon as he walked in the door and to stop involving her in my excitement, “just have an orgasm already!”).  Throughout the day, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what is so different about today from any other time that I am ovulating. Paul was so good to me and really took good care of me last night. “What am I missing?” I wondered. After awhile, it occurred to me what might be at the root of my incessant desire. Somehow last night became entirely about me. I was the center of Paul’s attention and I never once spent time focusing on his needs or my desire to give to him. I was so overwhelmingly caught up in receiving the pleasure that he was giving to me that I didn’t get to have the time that I need giving to him. As I stared at that sexy pic of his hard cock bulging through his pants, I found myself licking my lips, ravenously in need of having him in my mouth and being flooded with his cum.

I needed him badly. I envisioned the taking his cock out through his zipper, caressing it, stroking it, running my wet tongue up and down the length of his shaft before I take him all the way into my mouth. The anticipation of feeling the warmth and the texture of his skin beneath my tongue. Hearing his moans of delight when I slowly guide my lips over the head, stroking my tongue on his frenulum was I slide him in deeper. Feeling him growing increasingly firm and expanding in my mouth is such a delight knowing he is drawing closer to the point of no return. His breathing quickening and his hips harden as he begins to anticipate climax. The moment he begins to spurt!!! I couldn’t wait for Paul to get here! Not only was Paul’s semen still flowing out of me, so was my own wetness.

The moment I heard his key inserting into the door, I was so ready for him. A half hour ago, I tried to picture how he would see me when the door opened and couldn’t decide what to wear when it occurred to me that my indecision was the best decision! I took everything off. I didn’t need to be alluring and mysterious. Paul knows every inch of my body. When I am able to, I usually greet my husband dressed in whatever I have been wearing since I got dressed. Today, I wanted to meet him at the door as he left me. The key turned and slid the tumbler in the lock and he pushed the lever down and unlatched the door. As it slid open, I awaited him wearing my anticipation and a smile. Our eyes met and his face was instantly alight. I pushed towards him as he stood on the porch, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if he’d been gone for months! He smelled SOOOOO good!

I felt his hands on my ass (he adores holding me there) as he pulled me tightly against him. I broke apart from our kiss and slid down to my knees, landing on the welcome mat in front of him. I looked up at him to see that he looked over his shoulders just as I lowered his zipper. I began to reach inside his boxers to retrieve what is mine. I heard a car drive by and Paul was fighting his concentration while being aware of the neighborhood activities happening a few yards away from us. His cock quickly hardened making it difficult to pull through the fly of his khakis. Once I got him out, my tongue began to taste him. Even though it had been many hours since Paul showered, he still smells wonderful. The scent of his cock is overwhelming. I breathe him in as I take him into my mouth. I hear him gasp when I close my mouth around him and tightly move down his shaft.

He feels so perfect in my mouth. His thickness spreads my jaw apart just enough to be on the borderline of discomfort but still he feels perfect in me.  The head of his penis grazes the back of my throat as my hands reach into free is scrotum and balls for me to caress. Paul let out a very audible moan as I began to pay attention to his balls as I stroked his cock with my mouth.

Either he was very excited or nervous about having his fully exposed wife sucking his cock on the front porch in front of anyone who could see but I felt his penis get very large and extremely hot. I knew he was drawing close to orgasm. Within a minute or two of having him in my mouth, I started tasting his early semen releases which only continued as he drew closer to cumming. I pressed more firmly with my tongue against the bottom of his shaft which kept it riding from the head to the base of his cock as I moved back and forth. He swelled up and within an instant, the first large pulse of his semen flooded my mouth. I continued as he moaned. Spurt after spurt of his sweet cum pumped into my mouth. Paul held my head tenderly as he moved his cock between my lips. I couldn’t contain it all. As he pulled back slightly, his cum would escape my lips and run down my chin. After the last bit of Paul’s semen was left in my mouth, I pulled off of him and stood up to kiss my baby’s lips. I hadn’t swallowed any of it.

My sexy husband reached his mouth to kiss me and I hurriedly swallowed all that I could before his tongue penetrated my lips. We kissed with the same hungry passion that we did when the door pulled upon but I wasn’t about to give any of my cherished prize away from is first orgasm. Paul, not to be denied licked my chin to get what had leaked out (before his orgasm was finished). Paul kissed me again as he lifted me, carried me into the entryway and closed the door behind him. He set his bag down and took me to the bedroom.

Paul wasn’t done with me and I was definitely not done with him!

A Woman Fully Satisfied and Yet, Still in Need

Last night, Paul and I had what I felt was one of our most pleasurable and fulfilling evenings of intimacy. Right from the start of contact, his hands touching my cheek and neck were causing me to quiver with anticipation and even though I was gifted with multiple releases, my desire to be in full contact with him didn’t wane. I am still completely on fire for more of Paul!

While he was away at work, visions of my husband’s body kept flooding my mind, washing away every thought (even those that were far too important to set aside) and causing a deep stir inside of me. Throughout the day, not only was I utterly and completely incapable of thinking anything but him, the intensity of my desire for him only increased. It became excruciating the longer this continued.

I know that I am not alone in my need to spend time hearing my husband’s voice as he slowly and gently caresses my body. I am not unique in that I need him to carefully take the time to just be with me in full contact as we allow our bodies to become one together long before I feel his warmth inside of me. I need this long before his tongue locates every cell within my skin that is awaiting hungrily, his saliva-laden desire for me. I need it all.

We spent hours and almost all of it was in the form of Paul meeting my every need with his entire body. His arms embraced me tightly. His legs wrapped around me lovingly. His hands explored me as if they were seeking me for the first time. His lips moved from mine and to the far reaches of my legs, torso, back; everywhere!

Paul gave to me in every way imaginable. I received him. I took what he gave to me which was all of him. Paul gave to me in ways that should satisfy every woman who is blessed with such love. I say, “should” because when we finally collapsed in the wonderful exhaustion of perfect passion, I remained in need. I still need more of him this morning which is inspiring me to write of him.

I spent hours after his departure this morning driving into the same need of my husband that I experienced throughout yesterday. My body was utterly ravaged with his love and desire and I have discovered the source of my lack of complete satisfaction. Though he gave to me as I wanted, he didn’t fulfill my every need.

I want my husband to cum in my mouth and I want this NOW!!

I am sending the kids to their friends in a few minutes in an effort to have myself ready for his return from work. He will be greeted with the most amazing kisses he has ever received – my body will fully enshroud his at the door; not a thread covering me. As soon as our lips separate, I am going to give my husband the pleasure that he gave to me last night but he isn’t going to get all the way into this house until I have my mouth full of his semen!!!!

Why Eat Creampies? That’s a Little Weird, Don’t You Think?

Sometimes I wonder if I am as weird as the “normal” public thinks I am. I enjoy sex with my wife. I should restate that. I enjoy making love to Melinda. Ok, once more. I get the utmost in sexual satisfaction in pleasuring my wife. But the only person who knows me and knows what that entails is my wife. So my weirdness is unknown to the people in my circles. I can imagine that if my friends and family could connect me to this blog, the questions that arise would be very similar to what one can find (proliferated across sex discussion sites) across the internet. Judging by the inquiries and many of the replies (to them), I could only ascertain that I am, in fact, strange…or at least what I like to do during intimacy is.

  • “Why do you eat your cum?”
  • “Isn’t that “gay” to do that?”
  • “What does she get out of you licking up your cum?”
  • “Does she like it when you lick your semen from her pussy?’
  • “What is the attraction to a pussy dripping with cum?”
  • “How do you get past the loss of desire after you experience an orgasm?”
  • “How do wives view this creampie-eating act? Are they aroused by it?”

These are a few of the questions that I and others have had and have been asked by others regarding this highly erotic sexual activity. I know that there are several more that I haven’t listed and I have no doubts that some of you will have more. If you do want to ask me anything directly, I have provided a vehicle for you to do so at the bottom of this post. I will take the time to address them directly.

So what is the big deal about a husband being interested in his cum? It is an interesting question. From (this) man’s perspective, the visual aspect has been at the very center. When I was young, there was a conflict between curiosity and objection (to contact with it).  For other men, I can suppose that there are similar issues and interests. Some of those more driven by there curiosities had no problem with the warm, creamy substance, giving into the idea to sample it. Once that barrier broke, a fair amount of those men had routine oral contact with their seed. Others might have sampled their product, not finding any reason to try again.

The visual of semen leaking back out from inside of her pussy (that one has just finished inside of) is a turn-on for most, if not all husbands. Why? Semen has a life-giving quality (the concept of which resides in the recesses of a man’s consciousness) that when left inside of a fertile woman’s vaginal canal, the possibility of conception is high (during ovulation, of course). When my wife and I were trying to conceive, I was amazed at how aroused I got when I pulled out of her and saw my semen with the understanding that my seed was truly alive with life.  Weird? Probably. But this was a step in my creampie-eating process (progress).

Eating cum. It certainly sounds unappealing when one thinks about it as boiled down to simply ingesting the fluid. But when husband and wife are so aroused to the point that their hormones are raging and they are seemingly on fire as both are fully engaged in each other’s pleasure, eating cum during sexual activity is an amazing demonstration of a husband’s love and passion for his wife. Regardless of how much foreplay and “coreplay” (as described by Ian Kerner in his book, “She Comes First: A Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman“) a husband and wife engage in, the typical intimate encounter concludes with the husband’s orgasm and ejaculation. This amounts to a “one-and-done” situation. Unfortunately for most wives, they are missing out on what could be an over-the-top sexual encounter, replete with multiple orgasms.

Multiple orgasms are not limited to the wives in these extended intimacy sessions. The erotic (and taboo) nature of slipping down to perform cunnilingus on her cum-filled pussy provides the husband with immeasurable increased stimulation always results an erection and the ability to reenter his wife. The ensuing intercourse is vastly superior (to the initial round and initial orgasmic ejaculation). For me and Melinda, an evening of this activity (PIV and oral) results in a series of climaxes that leave us overwhelmingly satisfied and thoroughly exhausted. So that’s why. Eating our cum is a means to a series of ends rather than being the end itself. I had to get past the resistance to my own semen in order to attain my abilities to provide my wife and I with this incredible pleasure.

“Doesn’t the act of eating your own semen mean that you are gay?” It is certainly a common question that gets raised in discussion forums with some regularity. When people pose this question, they seem to be focused solely upon the semen. But we can think of this from a few different angles and apply a smidgen of wisdom and logic to answer this. Most men masturbate (so do a lot of women). It is a simple fact. There are countless surveys (where men commonly admit to self-gratification) to back up that statement. The percentage of men who admit to masturbating is somewhere between 95-99% (of the survey sample). In light of that fact, we can analyze exactly what masturbation (for men) entails. During an instance of arousal, a man must place his hand on a cock and begin to massage and stroke the organ until orgasm and ejaculation. Take a moment and consider that. Is that a homosexual act? Not in the slightest. It is merely sexual self-gratification. The same is true when considering a husband providing pleasure to his wife through oral stimulation regardless of the presence of his semen.

After cumming inside of her, men often lose the drive to continue with their plan to lick the semen as it flows out of her. The visual is amazing and yet the post-ejaculation let-down is difficult to overcome.

Once a husband has decided that he wants to try performing cunnilingus on his wife after his orgasm (during PIV), more than likely, he will be faced with a diminished post-ejaculation libido  (which is very typical for most men). During intercourse, the husband’s arousal is incredibly heightened and he has his mind made up that he is going to move down and orally pleasure his wife.  However, in the waning seconds following his ejaculation, the decision is set aside as the husband gives in to the “let-down” that accompanies orgasm.  It isn’t the husband’s fault, it a normal male response due to the chemicals released within his brain, signaling that the need for intercourse (mating) has subsided (read our post, “Identifying and Understanding the Roadblocks to Continuing Intimacy“).  It seems that men are fighting chemistry and nature. In my opinion (which is  based upon my personal experience and feedback from other men), pushing past the sexual instincts requires one simple yet counter-intuitive step. Just get down there and do it!

If you are a man like me and had to overcome a revulsion toward semen, you’ll have to take a somewhat longer road to get to the point where you can simply push your face into your wife’s cream-filled and covered vulva. This process worked for me and in my estimation, it can work for anyone.

Trust us that once you make the move to do this, the pleasure will be unbelievable for both of you. What are you waiting for? Just put your mouth on her and enjoy the essence of your shared love!

Now that you made it to this point, you probably have a decent overview of this from the husband’s perspective by now. But what about what the women think? How does a wife see this? It is a great question and one that I can only address from anecdotes and personal experience (as relayed from my wife, Melinda).

Though it took some time for me to get to this point, I have learned that my wife has been wanting me to do this for quite some time. Although she didn’t consider the specific aspect of me eating my semen, she did crave having me go down on her to continue stimulating her and helping her to additional orgasms. What I learned through this is that the taboo (and socially forbidden) nature of this gives her an extremely heightened arousal because my tongue is directly immersed into her vagina that is filled with my semen. Now, when we are in the midst of intercourse, she asks me if I am going to clean up my “mess.” Without hesitation, I affirm my intentions and within milliseconds is gripped with orgasm. My own climax is subsequently triggered and I explode inside of her. Because she asks, I know that it is my wife’s desire to have me do this.

Considering all this, the pleasure that a wife and husband can experience – above and beyond the one-and-done norm – should be motivation enough for him to just plant his face into the creamy fray. Our best advice for all husbands is quite simple. JUST DO IT!  Ladies, if your husbands aren’t doing this and they have made it known (to you) that they want to do this, it is also easy. Make it plainly obvious that they need to get down there. As your husband starts cumming, tell them that they are going to go down. When you feel the last pulse of your husband’s cock, don’t let them collapse onto you. Push them down between your legs and pull their faces inward. Take control! If Melinda would have done this, I would have been eating my creampies YEARS ago.

Do you have questions or need some feedback from us? Please send them to us and we will gladly respond to you.

His Pleasure IS MY Pleasure!

I have read (perhaps far too) many blogs by women who really seem to have issue giving their man oral pleasure. Maybe that is just my perception; a conclusion that I draw after reading through their words and complaints about feeling degraded or subjugated by taking their man’s penis into their mouth. I wonder if it is the act of kneeling beneath a man or having to be positioned between their legs and feet. I have also given into the notion that because the male sex organ doubles as a vessel for releasing liquid waste that to place such a body part into one’s mouth is unclean and therefore, demeaning.

Just to be fair, I have read so many blogs written by other women who feel as I do that giving our man oral pleasure is also a pleasure for us. It might be best if I just speak for myself, considering the varied feelings on the subject.

Paul and I have been together for years (a really long time and yet we still behave like newlyweds) that started as a monogamous relationship that grew into a passion-filled marriage. If you have been reading any of our previous blog posts, you know that we have an amazing intimate life together. The phrase making love is highly subjective; it has different meanings to different people. To me (and I know, that Paul is the of the same mindset), it means to surrender to my partner with all of my mind, body and soul in bringing him pleasure. To be more specific, I want to give him full and complete access to all of me – every part of my body is his for his taking – and my heart and soul melt into his in the process. We become one, together. In offering to him my body, I also receive all of his. It is entirely mutual. Even if we are not in balance (one of us might be a bit more tired or fighting an illness while the other is healthy or rested), there is a sort of compensation that happens to bring us into alignment. In terms of giving pleasure to my husband, it is something that is more instinctual rather than motivated by a thought as something that I have to do for him.

When I see Paul, I am filled with immense desire to have contact with him. I see his eyes, jaw line, lips, neck and hair and I longingly stare at him with my desire pouring out of me like perspiration. He is a beautiful man. Without fail, my eyes follow his body lines downward and I gaze at his muscular ass and thighs, hoping to get a glimpse of the outline of his cock through his pants. When I do see that gorgeous manhood, I freeze and my mouth and pussy start to tingle. I want him. It baffles me that some of my girlfriends see their husbands’ penis as a grotesque tool that merely serves a mechanical purpose. I see Paul’s cock as a God-created work of art that was given to me to love and cherish. In addition to the incredible pleasure that I have received from it, I have been given the other most important people in my life by it (my children). His cock, when combined with my body, make the most amazing life inside of me. How could I see his cock as anything less than spectacular?

When the kids are all in bed and we have time alone, I can’t help but allow my hands to find their way to his cock. If we are just watching a movie, I can sit there next to and pressed against Paul, caressing his cock through his pants. Feeling him swell beneath my touch is empowering. Knowing that my husband is aroused by me fills me with energy. Some evenings as were sitting together and I am stroking him, I am compelled to get to his cock. I unfasten his belt and the button of his pants, slide my hands inside and pull his gorgeous cock out into the air. Seeing that large head and shaft, firm and erect, I continue to stroke him. The beads of pre-cum that form at his tip glisten and I dip my index finger into his wetness, bringing it to my lips and tongue. The sweetness of his semen is even present in the scent of the precious liquid. After a few times tasting his semen, I cannot hold back. The magnetic draw is far to overwhelming and I bend down to take him into my mouth.

This is just how it is for me. I love my husband’s cock. The perfect example of how I am with his cock was seen in our friend’s post that I shared not too long ago. Holden and Camille continued their them and showed Holden’s sexy release in their pics and that led to me getting a mouthful of Paul’s seed just a few hours later.

What is it about semen that makes me this way? I confess that the first time that I ever received a mouthful of cum it was something that I didn’t anticipate. Yes, I fully understood biology and how the male body functions but I was still unprepared for the manner in which his semen pulsed into my mouth and flooded me. The unique taste combined with the warmth was unlike anything I’d ever known. I didn’t know to swallow it so I quietly spit it into a handful of tissues. What remained in my mouth wasn’t bad at all. After a few moments, I began to enjoy it. I felt how aroused I was from being excited to give my boyfriend an orgasm with my mouth. His sounds, the feeling of his cock swelling and getting hot in my mouth just before he began to pulsate – it was all incredible. I made him cum!

From that moment, I was so enthralled with giving him pleasure. I felt how much in control over his body I was. Having him in my mouth meant that he had to have a lot of trust in me. He was vulnerable from the moment I had him between my teeth and yet he let go of any fear of harm that could come to him. Today, it isn’t the power that I have or his vulnerability that factor into my sucking Paul’s cock. It is the desire to take him to a place that I want to get him to. It is the desire to feel his body respond to me that motivates me. It is the need to receive his semen into my mouth – every drop of this man’s cum is made for me and I want it! I want all of it!

I hope that those women who bemoan giving their men oral will find it within themselves what a treasure it is to give in this manner. I won’t begin to generalize but I can’t help but see how delicious and sexy cocks are. Loving your husband’s cock and his cum is a reward, not a duty.

Giving Him His Fantasies Means that I, too Receive!

We were exhausted. It was not the kind of fatigue or tiredness that one feels after a long run or a full day of physical labor (working in the yard?) but that satisfied feeling that we experience after the release of all the sexual and emotional energy over the course of a few hours connected with the one you love. Paul and I laid there in the moment, talking about how wonderful each other is. My body was almost sore from the delicious touching, tasting, licking, caressing, nibbling that Paul gave to me. My pussy was fatigued (not sore or raw that it can sometimes feel) but that sensation that we have that is an external indication that I needed a few hours before I could imagine him entering me again.

We are at a point in our lives where we no longer hold back from what we talk about. On this particular night, Paul asked me about sensual fantasies that might be lingering that I am holding back from discussing with him (there are, but we aren’t going to talk about them on our blog, just yet). I mentioned a few but then we found ourselves talking about his fantasy that led to us thinking about having a blog. His fantasy was one that was born from his near-revulsion that he had surrounding his semen. Aside from the loss of interest in sex that men experience (especially with younger men), Paul avoided his semen after he released whether it was inside of me, on me or in my mouth. He wouldn’t dream of kissing me after his cock had been in my mouth even if I didn’t suck him to orgasm.

Now that this cum-resistance has long passed, we seem to have taken for granted that he is always eager to put his mouth where his gorgeous cock has been; cum or no cum. It is pure joy for us both as it always leads to more orgasms for both of us.

Getting back to the discussion of fantasies, Paul loves being directed – or, should I say, “ordered?” He loves it when I tell him that he better get down to my pussy and clean his mess. He loves being told to share his cum with me. He loves it all! Paul mentioned how he still has an initial (perhaps, instinctual), visceral response when he pulls his cum-covered cock from inside of me and he sees his semen covering my labia, clit and then is begins to flow from inside of me. He hesitates and I can tell that he is momentarily (internally) addressing his avoidance instinct and is conflicted by how he loves tasting his cum on me. This is when I know that he desires my verbal intervention. It is nothing short (pun very much intended) of amazing when his cock springs to attention in mere seconds after I tell him, “Baby, you better get down there and clean up your mess!” I tell him. “I want to taste us, too! Go get it and bring it to me!”

Seconds after telling him to go down on me, I am in heaven feeling his tongue entering me and licking my vulva. The sounds of his moaning and the wetness only makes it even more enjoyable. In the midst of it all, because I am still so sensitive from having him fucking me, I find myself overrun with a succession of orgasms and demanding that his cock be inside of me yet again!

I love making my husband’s fantasies a reality. I love to give to him. In giving to him what he wants, I too receive the blessings of a love and loving relationship that is beyond fulfilling. This man truly loves me and I love and adore him.

Now, Paul…about my fantasies…