HERE IS SEXY PALOOSA’S FIRST STORY ON CUM EATING HUSBAND.com
It’s been a while since there has been an update on your site, so I thought I would share my story for you and others. I’ve been going down the path of being a Cum Eating Husband for some time. I find fantasizing about the act to be very erotic, then I crave it like mad but, like many others, I will lose some of the desire once I orgasm. I’ve come to realize that I need my wife to either “force” me or at the very least to strongly suggest I do this for her. The coercion actually adds to the excitement of the act – that plays a part in my fantasies as well. Once I do get into the act, it is erotic as hell and I love it.
I thought that maybe this kink or fetish was a bit off-beat, but after reading how common it is on many sex forums it almost seems like a mainstream activity. There are those folks that think it is a homosexual or latent homosexual act, but it is far from it. I don’t have a desire to get it straight from the tap. I have mixed feelings about thinking about eating another man’s cum from my wife’s dripping pussy. Again it sounds somewhat erotic, but the circumstances surrounding that situation just seem too fart fetched to ever actually happen. I am not 100% opposed to another man fucking my wife – that might be exciting to watch. I’d like her to suck me while he is behind her pounding on her pussy. I’m not the overly jealous type because I know our relationship is solid in all areas. It would have to be somebody that is pretty much a stranger since I would never confess this fetish to any of my male friends. That itself leads to further complications that seems difficult to overcome.
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One of my first experiences with cum play came about 20 years ago with one of my girlfriends. She loved to give me blowjobs and she always swallowed. She told me about one of her previous boyfriends that would like to kiss her after she took a big juicy load in her mouth. The idea of doing that with her turned me on and we did do that a couple of times. Not full-on snowball, but she would French kiss me after blowing me and I could definitely taste my cum in her mouth. She and I didn’t stay together as a couple very long, and it was many years after her before other cum-play opportunities came up.
Now I am married and very happily in love with my wife. She is absolutely the sweetest and sexy woman I have been lucky enough to be with. She is quite open sexually (compared to many other prudish types out there) and loves to please me in any way I ask of her. She likes to give me blowjobs or handjobs and especially makes sure she looks after me in this way when her pussy is out of commission. Our first foray into cum-play happened when she gave me a really nice blowjob. While she was sucking my hard cock, I started thinking about cum kissing. I thought about how soon she would have a big load of cum in her mouth and how sexy it would be if she kissed me after so I could taste that she had taken the load and swallowed it. The thought of it quickly took me to the edge and I began having one of the best orgasms I have had in a long while. I thought I was going to cum forever! After I settled down, she made her way back up to the pillows and she said wow that was a lot of cum. I confessed that I was thinking about all the cum that was going to be in her mouth and it turned me on. She must have been reading my mind because she turned to me and planted a bit wet open mouth kiss. I could taste cum in her mouth as our tongues rolled around one another’s. The orgasm was so intense thinking about this fantasy; I knew I had to explore this fetish further now that I was with someone I trusted and I knew would be willing to experiment.
The following week I told her how much I enjoyed kissing her after she had taken a load in her mouth. She seemed a bit surprised but thought the idea was very sexy as well. Several weeks later, we had another night of wonderful love making. Again, she gave me a humongous orgasm while sucking my cock and I exploded in her mouth. Silently, she made her way up to my face and surprised me with a big open mouth kiss. This time, she hadn’t swallowed my load and it all slid into my waiting mouth. I could feel and taste a lot of cum in my mouth. I liked the texture and the taste – it was very erotic knowing I had just came in her mouth and she had given it back to me. Even after I swallowed it, I could taste it in my mouth for some time. Days afterward I would fantasize about it and it would always get me hard. I finally had my first full-on snowball and I was hooked. It is cum-crack!
Thank you to Sexy Paloosa for his hot story. Please come back, there will be much more from him.
DEVA JONES FINALLY GETS HER WISH WHEN HER HUSBAND EATS HIS OWN CUM CREAMPIE FROM HER PUSSY
Lately my husband and I have been using the Aneros products together. He has several models, and I have both of the models that they have for women.
Its been an interesting ride thus far as both of us have been able to experience new types of pleasure together. So this is what happened.
My hubby had already started his session without me, which I have NO problems with. I had no clue he was deep into his session when he called me into the bedroom.
When I walked in, I knew immediately what he wanted just from the look in his eyes. He looked to be in a totally relaxed bliss, “Yes, honey?” “wanna join me, or at least help me along?” he implored, his voice husky from arousal.
There is no way I could reject that kind of seduction on his part (even though I know he wasnt really trying). I knelt next to him on the bed.
He was lying on his back, with his knees bent, looking up at me through what seemed to be a deep haze. “What would you like for me to do?”
I asked him wondering where to start, as he knows what he wants/needs at the moment. “Touch me, run your fingers down my chest.” I complied, williingly stroking from his nipples to his belly button.
As I was relishing in the feeling of his muscles, I noticed his breath become deeper and slower. I let me hands meander in circles all over his belly down his happy trail.
I can hear him being to moan. I stay in that spot for a while noticing his cock growing. I love watching that…when I glanced up to his eyes they were closed, his breathing even deeper.
I wanted to wrap my lips around so badly but thats not what I was there for. So instead I stroked hi scrotum down to his perineum with feather light pressure.
I lay down between his legs to get a closer look at the action, placing sweet soft kisses all over his scrotum. His cock starts to twitch. I slid my wet, soft, warm tongue slowly over his sensitive perinium.
Shivers moved through his body. By now I’m dripping we anticipating what I might get later. ‘I must concentrate’ I chanted repeatedly to myself, this (at least this part) was more for him than me.
I continued to nuzzle him with my nose and mouth, then began to run my fingers up and down the backs of his thighs. I heard his breath catch, “Breathe baby…” I purred to him against his scrotum and perinium.
He swung one of his legs over my head turning onto his side. I took that opportunity to continue to caress from the back of his knees up his legs to his ass, and back down again.
His moaning had become insistant unyeilding. The sound of his voice mixed with the lingering taste of him on my tongue and my heightening arousal was steering me precariously close to the edge of a steep cliff.
It seemed as if my senses were elevated, looking at him (and what a great visual that was), it seemed as if my vision became clearer. It was like I could see or at least sense what he wanted.
So I started almost tickling his side along his ribs but with a little more pressure. The frequency of his breathing sped up several notches. After a few minutes I moved to his back caressing him gingerly.
I decided to lay down behind him and spoon with him. I reached around and pinched his nipple, while pressing my achingly hard nipples against his back. I could feel his warmth penetrating me and I really focused on our closeness.
The next thing I know he turned to face me to kiss me deeply. He pulled me on top of him, then sat up with me in his lap. “Hold on.” he said, before I could gather my bearings my legs are wrapped around his waist.
He stood up, and in seconds my back is against the nearest wall. He began kissing me again and slid into me breath takingly slow. Of course he stroked me for all I was worth.
I kind of lost track of space and time as usual because I can’t focus on much when he is inside me but him. I do remember in the middle thinking oh shit the progasm is still in!!! Long after my legs were shaking, and my back was aching he finally came.
It was vastly different. It seemed as if his cock pulsed about twice as much as any normal time we have sex. He didn’t immediately go flaccid immediately after ejaculation.
Then the most surprising was when my feet finally hit the floor, and his manhood slipped from my womanly grip his cum dripped from me coating my inner thighs and running down both of my legs.
I have never seen him cum that much. Just for the copious amounts of cum the aneros’ devices we have are definitely staying and I’ll probably be adding it to the arsenal.
As I leaned, dazed against the wall trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings, my husband kneeled down in front of me.
“Wow, thats so sexy, watching my cum drip out of you!” I looked down at him foggy eyed. He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder spreading my thighs.
Apparently he was not done with me yet much to my surprise, because I was worn out. I couldn’t move. Frozen in time and space I watched as he licked his cum from the inside of my thigh that was thrown over his shoulder.
He moved ever so slowly closer to my dripping cunt. When his tongue glided over my labia I exhaled the breath I had been holding. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until then.
He separated my labia with his thumb and forefinger and began gobbling up my pussy with reckless abandon. He was giving my pussy a thorough tongue lashing.
Then he did what he knows always makes me climax with little effort on his part. He started slowly sucking my clit, rhythmically tugging it into submission. I didn’t have a hope in the world, I came long and hard.
My knees weakened by the force of my pleasure. I sank onto the floor with him and he wrapped his arms around me. I don’t know how long we stayed down there like that.
I know I fell asleep because the next morning I woke up in bed and I have no recollection of climbing into bed under my own will power.
I hope you enjoyed Deva Jones’ story.
If you like to eat your cum creampie from your wife or girlfriend please leave a comment and let us know. Last week I laid my wife on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and jerked off right on to her labia and pussy. When done, I leaned right down and licked her pussy clean. I tasted every drop and loved every second of it. Cum was all over my lips, nose and chin. I mean her pussy was just covered, it was practically fully white. I licked her without abandon. Let’s here your stories of when you eat your cum creampie
Deva Jones With Another Cock Stroking Story Where Her Husband Licks Every Drop Of Cum
This story illustrates something that I didn’t anticipate in more ways than one. It’s kind of bitter sweet I guess you could say (at least for me). Honestly I started to edit this heavily but I made a promise to myself when I started writing that I would be honest and take the good with the bad and not sugar coat anything. I think if people take time out of their day to read this at least I could be truthful.
Hope I don’t bum anybody out (it’s not that bad), but here we go! So far our sexual experimentation journey had been going pretty good, or so I thought. One day I had been pretty aroused most of the day. All the thoughts of my husband, things we’ve done, and things we’ve yet to do had me pretty worked up.
I texted him letting him know I was hot for him, and that I really wanted him to take my ass for the 1st time. After that it seemed like it was taking a lifetime for him to get off work. When finally walked through the door I greeted him over enthusiastically. He was quiet (as he is normally), however his vibe didn’t seem normal. Not anything alarming, just different.
I had this eerie feeling we were on the opposite ends of the sexual spectrum. Earlier he had responded ‘Ok’ to my suggestive text, but no action up to that point. He doesn’t always have to initiate (especially when I’m the one who is ready to blow a gasket) so I decided to kiss him. He kissed me back but didn’t go any further (caressing me, pulling me closer, etc).
I didn’t sense resistance nor compliance. I went a little farther telling him how sexy I find him, and how much he turns me on, making me crave his cock up my ass. “Let me go shower,” he said somberly walking away.
My ego was a little bruised but trooper that I am I decided to plow ahead. Once he returned from his shower, he found me lying on the bed naked except for my fuck me heels. I noticed he had on a substantial amount of clothes (more than he usually has on when he anticipates any action) as he slid into bed next to me.
I snuggled up next to him hoping to inspire him, no luck he rolled away from me and soon fell asleep. Disappointed, I got out of bed a little while later dressed, and went about taking care of a few things that I needed to do that day. We didn’t talk much for the rest of the day.
I wasn’t really mad at him, just a little confused, & doubting myself I guess. Wondering if I’m pushing him to far too fast, or if my sex drive is too high. I mean I don’t have to have sex every 5 mins but is 2-5+ times a week to much to ask? Then the ‘Maybe he isn’t attracted to me anymore’ demons show up (I know he is, the woman in me tends to over think things). So long story short the rest of the day was pretty shitty.
Enough of the estrogen fueled melodramatics!!! After I showered that night and got in bed he apologized for our failed love making attempt. He admitted he should have handled it better & it wasn’t anything to do with me. ‘Ok, so fuck me now!’ ran through my thoughts but not out of my mouth, I just accepted his apology and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning I woke up to my man lying on top of me between my legs alternately sucking my nipples. I kind of rolled my eyes wishing I slept a little less deeply thinking, ‘Oh now you want me…’ “Good morning,” he mumbled with my nipple between his lips glancing up at me when I touched his shoulder.
“That it is…” I replied, might as well go along with this, better late than never. I started to wiggle beneath him trying to rub my aching clit against him. The thought of finally getting some release after being highly aroused for the better part of the previous day was sending me quickly over the edge.
Knowing me as well as he does he placed his thick cock between my wet pussy lips, then began to stroke the ridge on the underside of his cock slowly from my clit to my dripping canal. As he continued to torture my engorged nipples I could feel his cock start to get really slippery as he continued to stroke between my labia. My legs were wrapped around him squeezing him like a python, I wanted him inside me more than anything.I did not have to wait long, he changed his angle slightly and delved deeply into my drenched cunt in one long slow pass. I noticed he was being deliberately loving. Taking his time using long slow sensual strokes all the while kissing me so passionately anywhere his lips could reach.
I still felt a little bummed from yesterday (yea I should have been over it by now but I’m a sulker…I’m working on it), but he was slowly pumping the sadness right out of me. After we were both sweaty and breathless he shot his cum from my right nipple down to my pubic bone. I figured he’d just get a towel and wipe it up, so I just laid there for a few seconds waiting. He was still on his knees staring down at me when he said,
“I want to prove how much I love you, and how much I know I messed up. Do you want me to prove it?” I saw his eyes trail down my body, specifically where he’d just deposited his load. I knew right then what he had in mind.
The vision of him slurping his cum off me flashed in my mind. I have no idea why but all of a sudden I was really nervous. “No.” popped out of my mouth, anxiously I shook my head. ‘WTF!’ I thought, this was my idea after all. I wondered if he was only doing it because he knows I’d want him to not because he truly wanted it as well.
“Why? Are you sure? Come on let me…” he pleaded. I mean actually sounded a little hurt I said no. Squeezing my eyes closed I whispered, “Ok.” He started with the small puddle closest to my pubic bone. I could hear him, feel his lips and tongue, I grabbed a pillow and covered my head.
‘OMG! He is NOT doing this’ I kept screaming in my head. It was so erotic, too erotic almost. I just couldn’t believe it, all the while he was working his way up my stomach collecting every drop. He wasn’t rushing trying to get it over with me was taking his time, slowly melting my inhibitions.
I had to see it to believe it, I ripped the pillow away and watched him as he finished working his way up. His eyes locked on mine, I couldn’t look away. He licked the very last drop off my breast, then kissed me so lovingly and passionately, the intimacy of the moment was so intense. He had licked every drop of cum.
For the rest of the day, that whole weekend, even up until I’m writing this I haven’t stopped thinking about it. The sight of him eating his cum directly off me (not from me to him this time I guess was the difference, those times were good but this was over the top) is burned into my brain.
Thinking about it for too long makes me want to snuggle up with him, ask him what he wants, then deliver no matter what it is. I have no idea why but I feel closer to him than ever.