The bitch! I couldn't believe she said that, especially in front of Terri and Jason. I'm a "sexual creampuff"? More than those words were her expression and vocal inflections that ensured it was taken as an insult. They realized it; I saw that on their faces. Sure, she had been a little tipsy, but she's never said anything like that, even on the very few times she’d gotten almost falling down drunk. Sex was pretty much a taboo subject for her, especially around other people.

For the rest of the afternoon and through the evening her words played over and over in my head. Hell, for all these years I'd given her what she wanted and had refrained from the things she said she didn't like, even though they really turned me on. I've long suspected they turned her on, too, but her strong religious upbringing wouldn't let her admit it, even to herself. The only hint was when we would lightly venture into them, she would cum harder than usual. Not a lot, but enough to notice the pattern.

Well, if putting my desires on the back burner so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, to maximize her pleasure, was being a "sexual creampuff", then no more. We’d been married for twelve years and it was time for ME, and that meant more than her getting a rare light taste of something.  God, I was pissed.

She was in the shower now and I was in bed naked and ready. I kept running through what I planned, how it was all going to go down, and her likely responses.  Overlayed on that was a repeating loop of what she'd said this afternoon and our friends' reactions. Oh, yeah, I was going to have some fun tonight. My imagination had made me rock hard. Geez, I hoped I could last long enough to do it all.

As she walked over to her dresser at the foot of the bed to put on her T-shirt and panties, she glanced over at me and smiled. I was on my side with the covers over my waist, so she saw nothing out of the ordinary. As she opened the drawer I said, "No. Come to bed naked."

Looking back over with a questioning expression she asked, "And what did you have in mind?"

"Fun," was all I said. She shook her head and reached for the T-shirt. I moved out from under the covers, reached across the space between the bed and the dresser, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into bed. She fell next to me and the head of my dick pressed against her belly like a spear.

"Just what the hell did you mean by 'sexual creampuff' and what the hell made you say it in front of Jason and Terri? For twelve years we've done what you like and have never really done what I like because of your inhibitions. Well, tonight the 'creampuff' is getting what he wants. If you like it, great. If not, tough! You’re just going to have to suck it up and I mean that literally."

With that, I stood up on the California king bed, grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into the center of it. She didn't make a sound, but her wide eyes were fixed on my bouncing cock. Kneeling by her left side I began massaging her breasts, rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pulling them, lightly at first but with increasing pressure and lift. As they hardened and grew her eyes were now locked on my face.

Leaving my right hand on her breast, my left hand moved down across her belly, pausing to finger her navel, then further down over her pubic mound, and my fingers slipped between her legs just below her crotch. I pulled her left leg out. Staring into her eyes I said, "Move your other leg the same," in a no-nonsense voice. With no change in expression, she complied slightly. "The same! Spread your legs wide open," this time with full command and a touch of annoyance. Not only did she move her right leg out fully, but she moved the left one to match. She still no change in expression.

I began massaging the inside of her left thigh at the knee, slowly moving up to her crotch, but not quite touching there, then back down to her knee. Again, I massaged up to her crotch, but this time I bypassed it and moved up, massaging along the top line of pubic hair, then back down to about half way on her right thigh which was as far as I could reach. As I did this, my right hand was moving from one breast to the other, squeezing them and pulling her nipples. I looked back up to her face and noticed her eyes were beginning to take on a glaze, the lids lowering slightly, and that her lips were parted as her breathing became heavier.

This time when my hand massaged its way up her thigh, it continued to her crotch. My middle finger worked its way between her pussy lips and found considerable liquid hiding within them. I worked the tip of it in circles at her opening, spreading the juices around, then carrying them up to her clit. Back and forth until everywhere within her lips was soaked, including my finger. She had closed her eyes and began moving her hips in response.

Other than my commanding manner, pulling her up onto the bed and the things said, what had happened up to this point was pretty much par for the course. Normally at this point I would have moved between her legs, ate her out until she came while my hands attended to her breasts, then we would fuck until I came and that would be it. She would rarely kiss me after I had been down there and if she did it was a quick peck with lips tightly pressed together. It was okay for me to drink her pussy juice (which I love to do), but she wanted no part of it, nor of anything that came from me either. Well, that wasn't happening tonight!

I placed my ring finger next to my middle one and worked them around until both were soaked, then slipped them both in to massage her G-spot. Her breath sucked in and her back arched slightly as I noticed her hands tremble slightly. Trembling hands meant she was quite hot. I moved my right hand from her breast to her mouth and ran my fingertips across her open lips, slipping the middle finger between them. As I stroked her tongue, I told her, "Suck it." Her lips closed around my finger and she began working her tongue around it.

The action she gave my finger and the few brief times she had actually sucked my dick told me that she was naturally talented, if only she could enjoy it herself, if she could get over her religious inhibitions. My dick throbbed in anticipation of feeling what my finger was experiencing and I felt the first pre-cum make its way up to the opening. I slipped my fingers out of her liquid silk well and up to her clit. She shivered in response and her hip motion intensified, as did her sucking on my finger. I pulled my finger from her mouth and picked up the large drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick with it. "Open your mouth," I said. She hesitated, so I reached up and pressed the drop between her lips. She tried to turn her head, but my finger was already in her mouth. "Suck it more," I ordered as I spread the pre-cum across her tongue. She brought her head back to center and resumed sucking on my finger.

Once I figured the finger was clean, I pulled it back out from her mouth and resumed playing with her breasts and nipples. I could see her mouth working to rinse the taste out, but her hip motions had never wavered and her pussy was soaked. I slipped the two fingers back into her and worked them around to get as much of her juice on them. "Look at me," I said. She opened her glazed eyes and stared as I pulled my fingers from her pussy and showed her how wet they were. 'You like this don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. Her head barely shook in a no.

"I don't understand why not," I said and placed the fingers in my mouth, sucking her nectar from them. "Ahhh," I sighed as I pulled them out clean. "You are so delicious." I leaned over her face and said, "Kiss me." Her lips clamped together as she puckered up for the usual peck. "No. Open your mouth and really kiss me." She shook her head. I licked her lips and sat back up, knowing she could smell herself now. My fingers went back to her well for lubricant, then resumed their stroking of her clit. Soon her lips parted again as she became wrapped up in the sensations from her breasts and between her legs.

Picking up another large drop of pre-cum I slipped my middle finger back into her mouth. This time she didn't try to turn her head and offered no resistance as I spread it onto her tongue. Leaving my finger in her mouth, I sank the two between her legs deep into her again. This time, they went straight from her pussy to her mouth. As they slipped in, I pulled the other one out. Her brow furrowed as her head tried to turn again. "Suck them. Clean your juice off them," I said, this time not in a commanding tone, but one full of passion and need. With her face scrunched up, she licked herself from my fingers. "See how good you are?" I asked. "Like nectar of the gods." She shook her head slightly.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and slipped them back into her pussy. I was surprised that she didn't close her mouth. Once they were fully wet again, I placed them back into her mouth. This time her brow remained furrowed, but she began sucking and tonguing them right away. She didn't seem to be enjoying it, certainly not as much as I was, but she was complying and that was what I wanted at this point. I repeated this process twice more, then decided to move on to other fun. A couple of things I noticed were that she stayed sopping wet between her wide-spread legs and her hips never quit their dance. It couldn't have been too bad for her.

Still kneeling at her left side, I could feel her left hand trembling against my foot and could see the tremble in her right hand lying on her waist. When my hand left her mouth the fourth time it stroked down her right arm from shoulder to hand. Grasping her hand, I moved it to between her legs. "Pleasure yourself," I told her.

"You do it," she replied. Same as the few times I'd tried this before. Tonight, I decided to take "You do it" a bit differently. Placing my fingers over hers I pressed her middle finger down onto her clit, me "doing it" with her finger. No response. Even her hips stilled. Oh, well. She could choose to enjoy or not. Either way, I was finally getting what I wanted.

I continued to stimulate her clit with her finger while pushing it a bit further down her slit on each stroke. Then I felt the tip of her finger slip into her well. "Put your finger inside you. I want to taste you on it," I told her. She tried to pull her hand up as she shook her head. Gripping her hand with my thumb and little finger, I pushed down onto her middle finger as I moved her hand down. Together, our middle fingers slipped deep into her. I worked them back and forth a few times, trying to press her finger into her G-spot. Then I let go of her hand with her finger still inside. She quickly pulled it out. I grabbed her wrist and placed her finger into my mouth, cleaning it as I had my own. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her brow furrowed.

I released her wrist. "Wet your finger and give it to me again." She shook her head but this time her hand didn’t resist mine as I pushed her finger into her, worked it around, then brought it to my mouth where I again savored her deliciousness. "Your pussy tastes much better on your finger than mine," I told her, "Try it." More shaking of her head. I sighed inwardly. So hot, yet so in denial of it.

As I moved her hand back to her crotch, I noticed her middle finger move out away from the others, so I just held her wrist as it slipped inside her of its own accord. She held it there and I could feel it swirling around in her, but she made no effort to move on. Tugging on her wrist, I pulled her finger out and moved her hand to her face. Her lips were closed, and her brow still furrowed.  Only a light pressure was needed to push her finger past her lips.  I could see her tongue working around it. Either she was beginning to enjoy this, or she was just giving in.

"Again, and all by yourself this time, or I'll just keep making it happen until the creampuff is satisfied." She frowned but moved her hand to her pussy and back without my guidance and did as she was told. I was feeling so much pre-cum moving in my dick. It just had to have a place to go. Repositioning myself so my dick was over her face, I told her to open her mouth.

"No," she said.

"God damn it, open your mouth," I said in a raised voice. That startled her and I saw a hint of fear cross her face. Grasping her jaw with my left hand, I encouraged her compliance. My right hand stroked my dick from base to tip, milking a small stream of pre-cum from it; a stream that ran right onto her tongue.

"Ugggh," came from her as her right hand moved toward her mouth. "Don’t clean it out. You’ve tasted you, now you taste me. Enjoy it," I insisted. With that, I released her jaw, squeezed some pre-cum onto those fingers, and put it on my tongue. Leaning down I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. I was surprised when her tongue responded and together we spread my juice around her mouth. Holy shit, I almost came from that.

Breaking the kiss, I shifted slightly to give her my dick to suck, but then had another idea. "I'm going to fuck you just enough to get my dick wet, then I want you to suck it."

"No, please, Steve. Can't we just fuck?"

"You are the one who had the attitude this afternoon, calling me a fucking creampuff. Tonight, this creampuff is going to cream in your mouth, but he's going to have fun before it happens. You can like it or not, I've already told you, but it will happen." She looked over at the wall and said nothing.

I moved between her legs, then slid down and began sucking on her clit. My god she was juicy! Her liquids had run down her ass and soaked the sheets under her. That was exceedingly rare. She was turned on; she just couldn't admit it. I slipped two fingers into her as my tongue went to work on her clit. Soon her hip actions were back again, her eyes were closed, brow relaxed, breathing heavy and ragged, nipples like pebbles, juices running, and hands trembling. I reached up with my free hand and placed her hand on her breast. She immediately began massaging it and working her nipple. "The other one, too," I said, and her other hand went to work as well. She'd never done that on her own before. God I was so close to cumming.

Using every mental distraction I could, I rose to my knees, leaving my fingers in her. She was such a hot sight, hips rolling, sheets soaked beneath her, the squishy sounds of my fingers pumping her hole, her hands working her heaving breasts, breath gasping with slight moans, lips parted, the taste of her in my mouth, the smell of her filling the room.

I removed my fingers and placed them in her mouth. This time she immediately began sucking them and nothing else changed. I put them back into her, wet them, pulled them out and squeezed my pre-cum on their tips. Back to her mouth and she sucked them clean right away. "Put me in you. Wet my dick with you before you suck me off." Without hesitation, she reached down and placed the head of my dick at her opening, then tilted her hips up as I sank to the hilt into her hot liquid silken hole.  As we ground against each other, our hips rotating, I kissed her deeply and our tongues danced. I could taste her and myself in her mouth.

After several deep, bottoming strokes I told her, "Now suck your juices off my dick." I pulled out and moved up over her, straddling her body as I positioned my dick at her mouth. She hesitated. As I pressed the tip against her lips, they parted and I slid in. "Suck it," I said. Her lips closed around it and her tongue went to work. Hmm, her brow wasn’t furrowed. I began fucking her mouth in slow strokes. Her tongue would tease the tip and worked around the head as I pulled out, then stroked the underside of my shaft as I slid back in. "Damn you...