“You betcha,” she snorted, bending at the knees, bringing her crotch down over my face, slipping a finger underneath the thin strip of material covering her pussy, and then firmly planting her dripping cunt lips against my mouth. By pressing the material of her skirt against her stomach, she could watch the expression in my eyes as my tongue slithered up inside her vagina and ass, tasting the anal creampie left there by her lover of the evening.
Sometimes, I recognized her lover from the taste. There was a guy named George that figured prominently in my wife’s extracurricular activities, but tonight’s offering anal creampie didn’t taste like him. I would have to ask her whose it was, when I was able to talk again. For now, I was busy licking and slurping the rich, creamy load of mixed anal creampie and pussy juices out of my lovely wife’s gaping slit.
“Take your cock out, Darling,” she ordered. “I want to play with it.”
I obediently reached down, unzipped my fly and then with some difficulty, worked my erection out of my boxer shorts and into the open air. As soon as I finished, I could feel Sue’s cool fingers gently wrapping themselves around the shaft, as she toyed with it, all the while holding her gaze on my face, watching my expression as I continued to eat her out.
Whoever she’d found tonight, he’d really left a load inside her. No matter how deep I slurped, there always seemed to be more there to savor and swallow.
Make no mistake. I was not addicted to cum. I was just addicted to cum inside Sue’s delicious ass.
This all started after we’d made love one night, several years earlier. We were relaxing in bed after a vigorous romp, enjoying the afterglow that comes with a satisfying mutual orgasm. Sue was fingering my cock, much like the way she was fingering it right now. Then, she remarked, “You know, as much as I like to suck your cock after you’ve been in me, why don’t you want to suck my pussy and ass, afterward, too?”
“Would you like me to eat your anal creampie now?” I asked. It had never occurred me to want to eat her after we’d come. Pussy-eating and ass-eating only seemed to be part of our foreplay ritual. Her shudder answered the question for me. I disengaged myself from her embrace and slid down between her legs. Her pussy lips gaped open and a stream of anal creampie was oozing down out of it and down across the brown, crinkled hole beneath it.
“Do it!” she hissed. Before I had an opportunity to evaluate whether eating my own cum back out of her ass constituted a gay act or not, I lowered my face and slid my tongue inside her, emulating the cock that had just been there.