![]() “Oh my god, it does doesn’t it? You’ve been fantasising about eating some guy’s cum out of my pussy!” ![]() Despite the shock of Mel’s question, I knew that my cock had grown harder in her hand, giving away the answer. Mel’s hand was still on my cock and I was fingering her clit. “Scott, don’t bullshit me, I read those stories you were reading last night,” she said, acting serious, “Every single one of them involved men eating other guy’s cum out of their wife’s pussy. “What do you mean?” I replied, my mind racing as to how to get out of this. “So what exactly is a cream pie?” she asked me, totally out of the blue. She didn’t mention it straightaway but the following night, as we were lying in bed together indulging in some foreplay, she challenged me. Unfortunately (well that’s what I thought at the time), one Monday evening I forgot to delete the history and Mel caught me out. The thing was, I found that the more I read, the more extreme stories I would seek out and before long, I was wanking myself off as I read about not just eating cum from a pussy, but also sucking off the guy that had just deposited it there. I didn’t mention any of this to Mel at first and would always delete the internets history before I logged off so she wouldn’t come across any of the stories I had read.
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