This took me aback. My wife just revealed she cheated on me, in one of the most shocking ways I could imagine, and she was asking me to do her a favor in exchange for telling me what happened? And yet she had me, quite nearly literally, by the balls at this moment. I had to know to know everything for the sake of both heads. I once again nodded with trepidation.
“Good boy, I knew you’d agree. See, even though I really do enjoy the feeling of a big load of cum in my pussy, and talk about big, it felt like he was filling me more than I could—“ She interrupted herself as she looked at me. “Oops, those are details to save until after you’ve helped me, although you would have figured that one out soon enough. Anyway, as good as his cum feels inside me, a tiny bit of it’s seeped out already, and the breeze against it’s creating a bit of a chill, and it’s getting kind of sticky. Would you mind cleaning it up for me?” The grin on her face had begun to spread again as she said this.
In my stupor, I started to get up. “I’ll get a washcloth or something.”
“Uh, uh, uh…” she said in a surprisingly commanding tone that stopped me in my tracks. “Washcloths are too rough for my delicate pussy. You know how sensitive it is after I’ve cum a few—“ again, she interrupted herself in semi-mock realization. “I’ve got to stop giving away details, don’t I? Anyway, my cunt’s too sensitive for a rough washcloth. I was thinking of something softer, more delicate, more precise, and more… in-your-face.”
Her hint hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew what some wives made their cuckold husbands do after they’d been filled (although some husbands did it willingly, if not happily). There was no way in hell I was about to eat another man’s cum, especially after he’d just violated my wife. The idea was disgusting. I mean, my wife has swallowed my cum a few times (she mostly preferred I cum on her, spitting if I did get it in her mouth, and usually complaining afterwards on the special occasions when she swallowed), but she’s supposed to do that, it was my cum, and I was her husband. This was a complete stranger’s cum that had been pumped into her without my knowledge or permission. And I’m a straight guy; I don’t eat cum.
She saw the recognition on my face, although clearly couldn’t read all my thoughts, and smiled, this time a bit more conciliatorily. “Yes, that’s right. Come here, dear, and clean my well-fucked cunt with your tongue. Just worry about getting the outside nice and clean for now.”
Obviously there was no way I was going to do this. There was no way my face was going between her sexy legs, pressing up against her gorgeous, flawless, shaved pussy which I normally beg her to let me eat. Not when it was covered and filled with another man’s slimy jizz. Heck, I couldn’t eat her after MY cum was inside her, although to be honest that was probably more because I tend to lose all sexual interest the moment I get off.
And yet, as I was thinking of all that, I found myself getting back on my knees while spreading hers apart, and looking more closely at the very thing I was sure I didn’t want to be near at that moment. It fascinated me to see it, for real, in front of my eyes. No photo or video I had ever seen on the Internet compared to the real thing, a foot away from my face.
“Attaboy,” she said with a chuckle as she grabbed the back of my head and suddenly shoved me, nose first, into her creamed cunt, giving me no time to react or fight back.
It was the scents that hit me first, probably since my nose practically penetrated her slickened opening immediately. I almost instantly separated out the various familiar odors. Pussy, sweat, sex (how had I missed that before?), and that bleachy smell which I now realized I should have recognized from the pile of used tissues in the trashcan next to my computer. And then, of course, there was the physical moisture against my face. The same sliminess I had felt on my fingers before.
I must have spent more time than I realized simply analyzing what I was feeling and smelling, because Linda loosened her grip and said, “Hurry up, it’s not going to clean itself, and I don’t want to forget any details.”
The reminder that my knowledge of what happened rested exclusively on completing this task forced me to access my stubborn streak and commit myself. I pulled away slightly, and tentatively stuck out my tongue. I started on the side, where there was the least of it. Honestly, I didn’t notice much. I felt the slight slimy texture of it, but couldn’t detect much of a taste. This made me feel slightly better, although also made me wonder why women complain about swallowing this stuff. I ended up licking up everything around her pussy relatively quickly. I heard a few moans from above, so clearly she was enjoying it, although I hadn’t gotten to any of the good parts yet.
Then I moved to her labia. It was slightly thicker here, and slightly hazier. This is where the taste started to kick in a little. I finally understood all the salty comments, although it still really wasn’t bad. I was still getting more texture than taste at this point, and although I personally prefer not to eat slimy things, I can’t say it was horrible. I’m sure with enough exposure it no longer bothers a person. Must be how the porn stars and working girls can look so happy about it.
Finally I decided to bite the bullet and move in on the slit. This was where it was clearly most concentrated, and where I had seen the trickle earlier. As I looked now, I could see the trickle had actually reached her puckered little anus at this point and kind of pooled there. I decided to start there, since I don’t mind rimming, and if I worked from the top down it would just give it time for more to seep out.
As my tongue touched her lovely asshole, she squirmed and giggled at the sensation. Meanwhile I got the most highly-concentrated dose of the stuff yet on my tongue. Much saltier, more pungent, and not entirely pleasant. But not unbearable, either. There was just enough there, though, that I actually had to actively swallow what I licked up instead of just absorbing it in my mouth. Weird feeling, but I managed, without even a gag instinct. This is really what all the fuss was about?
I worked my way up her slit, collecting a larger amount on my tongue as I went. The taste was definitely more intense overall, and all the descriptions I’d heard started to make sense. And yes, even though I’d say it wasn’t a flavor I’d order in a drink form, it also wasn’t something I could see a girl throwing up from, or needing to spit out like so many do. I swallowed what I had on my tongue without trouble.
At this point I finally had to part her lips with my tongue as the outside was pretty much done. I glanced up at Linda to make sure she realized this, since this is when she was supposed to start her end of the bargain. But her eyes were closed, and she was moaning from my efforts, and I realized she was in just the right frame of mind that I could get her off. Why I cared about that right now when I was in the middle of eating the results of her cheating on me, I don’t know, but it’s what I thought about.