As usual I was horny and it had been several days since my wife Christine and I had one of our great sex sessions. I asked if she wanted to fool around, as we had the afternoon to ourselves. Our teenage daughter was at a friend’s house until this evening. But Christine wanted to wait until Friday, and today was Wednesday. We were about to have afternoon coffee in the front room of our condo. Christine was going to be on her laptop and I was going to do some reading.
I got the coffee from the kitchen and brought it into the front room. Christine was already seated with her feet up, her computer on her lap. She was checking her email when I set her cup down on the table beside her. I leaned in and gave her a kiss and said, “You sure you don’t want to fool around?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” she replied.
I resolved to reading, which was fine, if I could concentrate. I was sitting in my chair trying to read when Christine looked over to me and said, “Why don’t you make yourself cum into your coffee?” I was taken aback at her sudden request.
“Then what?” I replied.
“I want to watch bahis firmaları you rub your cock and cum into your cup,” she answered. “Then I want you to drink it,” she continued.
Needless to say my cock began to stir and harden in my pants. I’ll confess, I love masturbating, playing with my hard-on and balls is a great pleasure. So this was going to be fun.
I said I had to drink a little first since the mug was full because I didn’t want to spill any while I was trying to cum in the mug. I drank half the mug quite fast since I was excited at the idea of Christine demanding me to masturbate for her. I had been slowly rubbing my cock through my pants while drinking my coffee and the restriction was becoming uncomfortable. I asked Christine, “Should I take my cock out or take off my pants.”
She said, “Take off your pants so I can see everything.” I quickly obeyed and was pantless in no time, displaying my raging tool. I said I’ll be right back and came back with some lube before I got too far along.
I returned and sat in the chair, drizzled lube on myself and with Christine’s kaçak iddaa encouragement began stroking my cock. I spread a thin layer all over my hard-on and coating my balls sent pleasure throughout my loins. I asked her, “How’s it look?
“Hard.” she cooed.
There’s nothing hotter than your lover tells you how you look.
Christine by now had forgotten about her emails and was mesmerized, watching me as I continued massaging my erect shaft and sensitive balls. Squeezing a little precum from the tip, collecting it in my finger. Christine asked, “How’s it feel?”
“Good,” I moaned as I brought my finger to my mouth and licking the precum from the tip. “Mmmm, tastes good too,” I said to her.
I added more lube to my manhood as Christine said, “Yeah, stroke that big hard cock for me.”
I asked, “Do you like watching my play with myself?”
“Oh yeah.” she replied. It felt so good that I wanted this to last awhile but I was so turned on that I didn’t know how long I could last.
By this time half my coffee was drunk and it was ready for more cream. I began to kaçak bahis vigorously work my rod, stroking it fast and harder, anticipating the pleasure of cumming for my wife. She kept encouraging me to stroke my cock and massage my balls,”Yeah, that’s it, stroke that fat cock for me.” I gripped my rod harder and was on the verge of cumming.
“Are you ready?” I said.
Christine quipped “yes.” I put my coffee cup on the floor and knelt in front of it aiming my cock towards the steaming beverage. “What are you ready for?” I asked.
“To see you shoot your big load into your coffee.” She answered.
Stroking my cock faster I began to feel the familiar tightening in my balls and dick just before you orgasm. I said to Christine, ”Here I cum.”
‘Yes, do it!” Christine commanded. With her order I started cumming,
“Ooooh yeah,” I panted, as ropes of cum shot into my waiting coffee cup. Some dripped down the side of the cup as I kept milking my shaft encouraging every drop of cum from my balls.
Spent, I looked at Christine and said, “Thanks for the encouragement.”
“Now drink up.” she replied. As demanded I took my coffee cup and began drinking my “creamed” filled coffee.
Christine asked “How is it?”
“Good.” I said, as I swallowed the first sip of my cum filled coffee.