Becca Bellamy
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Playing with Fire - Part 7
🕑 Added 2022-12-30 07:07:26 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
You're sitting on your knees between your wife's legs. You've just fucked her and cum inside her. You can see your seed just beginning to leak out of her.
Emily's voice plays in your head. You hear her instructing you to clean your cum from your wife's pussy. You hear her encouraging you to share more of your fantasy - the parts you've never shared with your wife - with her by making it perfectly clear that you love the idea of cleaning cum out of her, even if it's your own.
You look up at your wife, who has a sweet smile on her face. She likes that you just had an orgasm and she doesn't seem particularly disappointed by the fact that she didn't cum. She's never really disappointed when you fail to satisfy her with your cock. She has other men for that. Men that are superior to you when it comes to serving her sexual needs. She could have the cock of one of those men inside her within thirty minutes if she really wanted it. Your wife is beautiful, after all, and the men she dates love fucking her.
"Can I...can I make you cum?" you ask.
"You don't have to do that," she replies.
You reach out and run your fingers up her thighs, gently caressing her soft, warm skin in the manner that always seems to turn her on. "I know, but I want to," you say. "I love making you cum."
She smiles and says, "I know you do, but...well, there are other men in my life that are better at making me cum than you are. You know I enjoy letting you inside me from time to time, but I enjoy it because you enjoy it, not because you can satisfy me like the other men in my life."
Despite having just cum, you feel a surge of arousal at your wife's nonchalant humiliation of your sexual abilities. You feel a touch of distress at the idea of disappointing Emily, though. She was very clear that she wanted you to clean your load out of your wife's pussy and you want to make her happy, too. After all, she's the reason that your wife has given you more of what you crave - as a cuckold, that is - in the past few weeks.
"I...I want to go down on you," you say. "I want to make you cum, but it's not just that. It's more than that." You look at her pussy and see your cum slowly seeping out of her. "I want to clean...to clean your...to clean your pussy."
She looks surprised, but you see no disgust on her face. "You want to lick your cum from my pussy?" she asks.
"Yes," you admit. "I want...the idea of it turns me on. It will turn me on later, too. Just thinking about it, thinking about having done it, will be exciting to me."
"Is this similar to how you like licking my pussy after someone has fucked me?" she asks.
She's let you do that a handful of times now and each time it's been pure bliss, so you nod and say, "Yes, it's a lot like that." You pause for a moment and consider sharing the deeper truth. It makes you nervous, but you have to. "Actually, the thing that turns me on most...is the idea of licking someone else's cum out of you."
For a few moments - moments that pass at an agonizingly slow pace - your wife stares at you without saying a word. Then she says, "Really? You'd really enjoy licking another man's cum out of my pussy?"
You feel the kind of arousal that's always been unique to your cuckold fantasies. It's the kind that makes your heart flutter and your balls tingle. It's the kind that seems to fill your whole body instead of merely remaining between your legs. Those words coming from your wife's lips - and coming without any sense of contempt - are all it takes to fill you with that beautiful kind of lust.
"Yes," you answer. "That's something I've always fantasized about. I can't explain it. I can't really explain why any of this turns me on. I just know that it does. I just...it's just so incredibly hot to think about licking another man's cum out of your pussy, of cleaning up another man's mess."
She smiles and says, "So it would make you happy if I had unprotected sex with one of my dates, let him cum inside me, and then brought my messy pussy home to you and welcomed you between my legs to lick up his cum. Is that right?"
It feels so good to share a naughtier part of your fantasy with her, and yet you're still a little worried that she's going to think you're disgusting, or an irredeemable pervert. "Yes, that would make me happy."
"And right now you'd like to clean my messy pussy," she says, "because it would satisfy that same part of you. The part of you that wants to do something that most men would find disgusting, or even something beyond disgusting."
You nod. It feels like you're in a dangerous place, that your wife could just as easily welcome you between her legs or kick you out of the house.
"You can clean me," she says. "Make sure you make me cum, though. I'll save getting fucked by one of my dates for tomorrow."
Joy sweeps through your body as you drop to your stomach and say, "Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you."
Your wife smiles and you push your tongue inside her. You taste your cum. You bathe your tongue in it. You swallow. If you were a different man you'd be disgusted, but you're not. You've already eaten your cum several times at Emily's direction. You've eaten her friend's cum, too. You've taken his cum directly from the source, in fact. Your wife doesn't know that, though.
"Mmm, I can see how happy this makes you," she says with a smile on her face. "I like that. I like that such a simple thing brings you such joy. I like that I'm learning more about you, too. I like that it makes it even easier to give you the kinds of orgasms that my dates give me."
You push your tongue deeper inside her and your nose rubs against her clit, generating a lovely moan from your wife.
"You know, I told my date about you," she says. "I told him that he fucked me better than you do. I told him while he was inside me, in fact. He loved hearing that. Much more than I thought he would. He loved feeling like he was the superior man, like I was in his bed because my husband simply couldn't satisfy me. He fucked me harder after I told him. Better, too. He rose to the occasion and proved that he really is better than my husband, that he fucks me far better than you ever have."
Your dick is already hard again and it's almost entirely because you can see that your wife is getting into it. She's not just tolerating letting you clean her pussy and she's not just tolerating the fact that you're sharing more of your fantasy - the kinky parts, in particular - with her. She's into it because it turns her on, or at least that's what seems to be the case.
"I love that you told him," you say. "It's such a fucking turn on. My dick is already hard again."
She smiles. "I'm not letting you inside me again, so don't even think about it. I like that you're hard, though. I like that this turns you on just as much as you said it did. And I like that it feels better than I thought it would to have you clean my pussy."
You moan into her pussy and rub your nose over her clit. You want her to feel good. You want her to cum hard. You want her to associate creampie cleanup with her pleasure as well as yours.
Eventually, you finish cleaning her pussy and turn your tongue's efforts to her clit. You try to extend her pleasure, offering a slow, gentle massage of her sex organ while reaching up to play with her breasts with one hand and slipping two fingers inside her to rub her g-spot with the other.
You succeed in making her cum hard enough that she closes her eyes and grabs two handfuls of your hair. You feel her thighs tremble as a sense of pride washes over you. It's not often that you give your wife such a powerful orgasm.
"That was excellent," she says. "I think that's the hardest you've made me cum in a long, long time."
You feel joy once more and your smile reflects it. "Thank you for letting me go down on you, and clean you, and make you cum. I don't think I can explain how much I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," she says. "It was, in fact, my pleasure."
You move back to your knees and look down at your dick, which is impressively hard. You smile, though you're more than happy to keep your hands off of it.
"You really are excited," your wife says as she sits up, reaches out, and takes your cock in her hand. She has a lovely smile on her face as she adds, "You know, I'm not sure I understood just how much this fantasy of yours turns you on. I think I'm starting to understand it, though."
"You don't mind that it turns me on as much as it does?" you ask.
She takes a moment to consider her answer while rubbing her thumb over the head of your cock. "Sometimes I do, if I'm being honest. Sometimes it feels like you think of me as little more than a conduit to your sexual pleasure, like you're a little too focused on your fantasy and not focused enough on me and our marriage. I think I understand that a little better now, though. That's still an issue for me, but it's pretty clear that sometimes you get so turned on you can't really think about anything."
"I'll be better about focusing more on you, though," you say. "I will."
"That would make me happy," your wife replies. "Very happy." You lean forward to give her a kiss but she leans back. "You have cum breath, my love. You need to brush your teeth before you can kiss me."
You chuckle and lean back as she continues to tease your stiff dick. "Sorry about that."
She laughs too and then studies your cock for a few seconds before looking up and asking, "Are you really turned on by the idea of licking someone else's cum out of me?"
"Yes," you admit. "I really am. I don't have to mention it again if it bothers you, though."
"I don't think it does," she replies. "I guess I'm undecided. I'll let you know if it really does bother me, though. I don't have any problem with you licking your cum out of me, though. I don't think I'll let you do it every time, but you're always welcome to ask."
"Thank you," you say. "Really, truly, thank you for being so understanding."
She leans in, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and replies, "It was quite literally my pleasure."
Your wife gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. You watch her go - admiring her ass in particular - and you bask in the joy of everything that just unfolded in your bedroom.
Then you think about how badly you want to tell Emily what unfolded, and to thank her for pushing you to share more of your fantasy with your wife. You hope she'll be proud of you, and you can't help but hope that she'll feed the side of you that craves that delicious humiliation.
That's for tomorrow, though. Tonight is about basking in all the pleasure you just experienced.
