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By Anonymous

Not long ago, after a satisfying session in bed, out of the blue my wife asked, "Have you ever tasted cum?" Now, Ellen and I have been married for six years. We've both had our share of affairs before we met and discussed them freely. Once Ellen had told me about a brief affair she'd had with a 31 year-old woman when she was 19. I told her that the closest I'd ever come to having sex with a male was mutual masturbation when I was about 13 and just getting into sex, so she knew I had never sucked a cock.
"You already know the answer to that, Ellen," I replied.
"No, I mean have you ever tasted your OWN cum?" I had never even thought about it. I asked her why she wanted to know. "I was reading a story," she said, "about this couple who would fuck and then afterwards the guy would go down on the woman, eating his own cum out of her. The woman said there was nothing like it. Sooo, I was wondering...what it would feel like if you sucked me after we fuck. Licking me out before we fuck is great, but I want to find out if getting eaten afterwards really is better." She stopped, letting me think about that, watching me closely for my reaction.
I honestly had never given any thought to the prospect. Ellen always swallowed my come when she sucked me off, so I knew it couldn't be awful. But I guess men are conditioned to equate semen-swallowing men with being gay. I mean, guys talk about eating pussy and fucking ass; they compare their woman's blowjobs, but never do "straight" men talk about sucking cock or eating cum unless it's in the context of a faggot joke.
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at Ellen. At 34, she still had the figure I'd grown to love when we'd first met, the same auburn hair and green eyes. Her breasts were a tad larger. She'd added a few character lines to her face, but she was still beautiful to look at. "If you want it, how can I refuse?" I murmured, kissing her deeply and lovingly.
I trailed my fingers down over her flat stomach, through her lush bush. I easily slid my fingers into her honey-pot. I withdrew my fingers, now covered with the semen I'd deposited less than five minutes before. Ellen watched with wide eyes as I hesitantly stuck out my tongue to taste my own come. The first taste was salty. I had heard women referring to the "salty flavor" of cum, so it was no surprise. The other thing I noticed was the tang. It's still hard to describe; something like honey, but salty, not sweet. The taste isn't sharp, but spreads through the mouth uniformly.
I sucked in both fingers, acclimating myself to the sensations, the texture and flavor of my semen. I guess all those old prejudices popped into my head, because suddenly I felt myself wanting to gag. But just as quickly I fought the urge, figuring if Ellen could do it, so could I. I gulped and swallowed. It wasn't all that bad. Just new and different. I didn't like lobster the first time I tried it, either. I knew that some things took time.
"Well?" Ellen asked. In reply, I lifted her legs and moved to her cunt. Her pussy was red and puffy from the fucking, and rivulets of her pussy juice mixed with my cream oozed from her hole. I plunged in tongue-first, licking the foamy juices. The more I ate, the better the taste became. Ellen wailed, "Eat me, oooh fuck yeah, suck my dry!" Well, I didn't suck her dry, but I sucked until my tongue and lips were sore. That night I slept like a baby, exhausted but happy. And so did Ellen.
The following day at work, I started getting a craving. It wasn't for food, or booze, or cigarettes or sweets- my craving was for my own special sauce! And my dick was stiff, which made me all the more obsessed. Finally, I rushed to the men's room, locked myself in a stall, and started jerking off as I sat on the toilet.
In no time at all, I felt the familiar tug starting at the base of my spine, and then traveling to my balls and up my shaft. Out shot thick, white wads of cum, which I managed to catch in my palm. Some cream oozed out of my dick's slit, which I wiped up with my fingers. Then I did something I'd never imagined myself doing: I lifted my cupped palm, looked at the white sauce, and, sticking out my tongue, started lapping at my spunk. My nostrils flared at the tangy taste. I licked the puddle, then sucked the sticky jizz from my fingers.
When I got home that evening, I told Ellen what I had done. Just relating to her what had happened got me stiff again. "Show me," she said. I dropped my pants right there in the living room, the old dick rigid, red, and raring to go. I sat on the couch and gripped it firmly, knowing I was already close to shooting. Ellen stripped and joined me on the sofa. She fingered her gash, already wet with arousal. Her bare foot slid up the inside of my leg and her toes massaged my aching balls. Then she pressed her big toe into my asshole. As soon as she wiggled it around and worked it inside, my cum fired up and out, shooting into the air, much of it landing on her foot.
Ellen looked at me with a smirk on her face and said, "Well, show me what you did at work today." She watched intently as I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the sperm that dripped on them. When they were clean, she brought her foot to my mouth and told me to lick my cream off it. I did just that and even sucked each toe to get the stuff that had dripped between them. Ellen took a special interest in making sure I licked the toe clean that was pressed into my asshole. At that point my cock was rock hard again and ready to go.
"Fuck me," she ordered, pulling me between her spread thighs and guiding my dick into her hungry pussy. I gave her a righteous fucking, hard and long. She came twice before I dumped my third load of the day, a feat I hadn't accomplished in years. As I cleaned up my mess again, Ellen told me how turned-on she got watching me eat my own cream. I had to admit that the new kink turned me on, too. It seemed that ingesting my own cum had created a psychological impact on me that pumped up my libido. I have read about couples who perked up their sex lives by introducing a new facet, be it anal sex, B&D, golden showers or whatever. That's what was happening with us. A new fire had been added to our relationship.
Even after several weeks of this, I was always as horny as a teenager. Ellen and I fucked at least once a day, usually twice, and each time I'd eat her afterwards. During her period she blew me and then passed my jism from her mouth to mine. Eating cum was like an aphrodisiac to me. I didn't jerk off at work anymore, so by the time I got home each night my cock was like a steel shaft in my pants.
I enjoyed eating love juice from Ellen's pussy so much, I had begun to fantasize about sucking ANOTHER man's cum from her cunt. So I suggested bringing in another man in for a threesome, and to my surprise she quickly agreed. I got more and more anxious to do it, and Ellen was eager too. We went out and bought a bunch of swinger magazines and together searched through them, looking for studly males in search of couples. We wrote to about a dozen men and waited for replies.

Within a few weeks, after following up on the most promising ones, we contacted our first prospect, Marty. Ellen and I met him over drinks in a bar, and we all got along great. Marty was 27, tall, with a nice build. Ellen thought he was quite attractive. She grabbed my hand under the table and shoved it into her steamy twat. I could hardly wait to drink Marty's load from that wet cunt.
That weekend, Marty visited our place. He showed his obvious experience with couples by quickly seducing Ellen right in front of me. Soon they were kissing and Marty was fingering Ellen's cunt while she squeezed his dick through his pants. Then Ellen freed Marty's cock from his pants and squeezed it to make it grow to its full size. It never seemed to stop growing; it just got bigger and bigger.
Ellen must have been surprised because she stopped kissing Marty and turned to look at his cock. It was much longer and thicker than mine, probably a good ten inches. Ellen then got up and led him to our bedroom by his dick. They went at each other in a frenzy of passion, practically ripping off each other's clothes while I got out of mine.
Practically oblivious to my presence, Ellen goaded Marty on. "Come on, give me that big cock, you fucker! Fuck me hard! Fuck the shit out of me now!" Marty positioned Ellen on her hands and knees on the bed and shoved his monster cock in from the rear in one mighty thrust, driving the wind out of her lungs with a whoosh. I was surprised at how easily it slid in. Maybe Ellen was so excited at the prospect of trying an oversized cock that she was dripping with lubrication. She let out a loud grunt as Marty's dick plowed deeper into her than mine's ever been.
I sat on the bed watching Ellen's tits jiggle as Marty jack hammered into her squishy snatch. I wanted to get a better view of the action, so I laid down and scooted under Ellen, working my head between her thighs. She shifted her thighs apart to give me greater access, and then sucked my prick into her mouth. For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of a cock fucking a cunt.
I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt and felt the juices spray my face with each plunge. Marty started to tease Ellen by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy until just the head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each time Ellen would moan loudly. She must of found it impossible to suck my cock, because she let it fall out and ignored it.
Marty's cock was so thick it stretched her pussy lips far apart, and, when he pulled out, her lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome.
As Marty fucked Ellen, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I never heard her make when we fucked. Marty fucked faster until, with a growl, he plunged into the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack inside, as well. I knew he was spraying his spunk inside my wife's pussy, and I knew I was seconds away from eating his leftovers.
When Marty pulled out his slimy meat, a long string of jizz followed it out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to Ellen's gaping gash and proceeded to suck out the warm scum. It tasted similar to mine, but somewhat sweeter. It slid like syrup down my throat, along with Ellen's own sauce. God, it was delicious! Ellen then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep into her!
After I cleaned everything out of Ellen's pussy, she raised her crotch off my face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched with their juices. "Have fun down there?" she said and then giggled. She then turned around and immediately went to work on Marty's semi-stiff rod. His dick was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which she slowly licked up. She worked her way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one, and his dick started swelling. I moved in to get close to the action.
Suddenly I had an urge to taste Marty's cum fresh from its source. While Ellen worshipped his balls, I whispered in her ear, "Move over. I want some."
She stopped and slid over to make room. I lay down next to her, and she gave me a deep kiss, then held Marty's stiff cock and waited for me to make my move.
I had one quick flash of hesitation, then leaned down and opened my mouth. The head of his cock slide past my lips, and I instantly began savoring the feel of his flesh. My tongue could feel the pulsing veins and heat as Ellen urged me on. "Yeah, that's it, honey, suck that cock. Show Marty how much you appreciated the fuck he gave me. Tastes good, doesn't it. If you do a good job, he might give you a reward, won't you Marty," Ellen teased.
And suck it I did. I felt my own cock stiffen as I mouthed Marty's meaty prick. Marty then began to move his hips, and I let him fuck my face, the flared knob thrusting in and out of my throat. I could taste his pre-cum oozing out, and I got even more enthusiastic about sucking him. Ellen move away to give me more room but continued to fondle Marty's balls, aiding in his imminent ejaculation.
Ellen looked at Marty and said, "Roger wants your cum. Feed it to him, Marty. Give him a big load." He shoved into me faster and faster, his balls slapping my chin. Wanting him to cum as quickly as possible, I worked my index finger into his sweaty asshole, which opened easily and sucked my digit in. I squirmed it around, finding and pressing the lump of his prostate. Soon his cock swelled in my mouth, and then a blast of hot seed hit the back of my throat. I pulled back and let my mouth fill with cum.
I found that I loved the sensation of a cock spewing into my mouth and savored the delicious thick flavor of fresh cum on my tongue. I knew then that a new addiction was forming for me. This excited me so much that it sent me over the edge, and I shot my load all over the bed sheets. Ellen noticed my body contracting and could tell I was cumming. In mock anger, she ordered me to lick the sheets clean, which by now was a labor of love. After this, we were all exhausted and went to sleep.

Now I realize this may turn some people off. All I know is that Ellen and I were in the mid-thirties doldrums. Now our sex-life has improved dramatically.
Not only do we get it on with single men, but we try to find groups of men to provide even more sperm. The whole experience has perked me up so that I feel as young and sexually potent as when I was in my early twenties. So, for those of you in similar circumstances, why not start by trying your own semen? Just lay off spicy foods and beer. Drink juices; that sweetens it. Then, go down on your lover after you fuck her.