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For months I had been pestering my wife Raven to let me eat my cum from her after I came during intercourse. But then I’d suffer from the “post orgasm blues”, wanting to sleep after I came without much interest in sex. It was a difficult situation, especially since she had slowly grown the desire for me to do it.

Eventually, I asked Raven to “force” me to do it. After I came, I wanted her to take the initiative and make me eat her cummy pussy. She agreed that she would “if it came to that”.

I had forgotten about my request until a month later. In that span I had cum in her several times and nothing happened, so I forgot about it. I figured she just wasn’t able to be that aggressive. I was wrong.

This time, while I was fucking her, she asked me to roll over onto the bottom. She sat upright and looked at me, staying still but rubbing her clitty. I could feel how hot and wet she was as she gripped my cock. “Darling,” she said, “do you remember asking me to make you clean my pussy after you orgasm in me?”

“Yes,” I replied, every sense suddenly registering alarm.

“Well, tonite you will be sucking your cum from me.”

“Ohmygod,” I moaned, instantly aroused beyond belief. I trembled in excitement.

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“Hi, I’m Dave,” I said by way of introduction. I entered their hotel room, eagerly anticipating the night.

“I’m George,” he said, “and this… is Raven.” George was an average looking guy, but Raven was hot. Entering her mid-40s, she had serious sensuality. “You look like your photo,” George was saying as I gawked.

“You too,” I smiled. George was closer to 50, with the growing middle of the successful executive, as did I. His hair was graying, more than even mine. I wondered what he did in real life; his presence was fairly commanding, even when wearing just a bathrobe.

Raven, though, was delicious. She was rubinesque, with the ample hips and big bust of a mother. Although she was wearing a robe, I could see black hose extending down to her bright red pumps–”fuck me shoes” I called them. I could only imagine the large nipples under her robe. She was wearing her shoulder length hair up, which accented her bright red lips.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked. Her voice dripped Southern Belle honey, and made me more thirsty than I already was. “Wine?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. She poured me a nice glass of cool white wine, and showed me the seat in the corner, where I sat.

When I was seated, she drank down the rest of her glass — it was nearly full! — and took George’s from him. Then she put her arms around him and they kissed.

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