I wrote not long ago that one of the main reasons I blog anonymously (or at least, under a pen name) is to spare my wife the embarrassment of some the things I might have to say, either about myself or about her. This post has to do with both of us.
Last night we had awesome sex.
For years I have had this slightly weird (though reading other bloggers, I get that it is not all that uncommon) fetish about the idea of cream pies. For the uninitiated, a cream pie is a vagina filled with cum. The idea is, the man goes down on the woman after he or possibly someone else has cum inside her, thereby enjoying the taste of her well lubed pussy, and the male ejaculate. If you just threw-up a little in your mouth or let out an audible Eeewwww, I totally get it and I apologize for being so descriptive.
Here's the thing. When I first was learning about heterosexual sex, much of it came from reading stories in Penthouse Forum or from listening tot he other boys who also read Penthouse Forum. The idea of going down on a woman was of course, mandatory. In fact, at my young, still a virgin age, I had figured out that real sex involved the guy going down on the woman for some undetermined amount of time, then having intercourse for some undetermined amount of time, and then, once the woman had achieved an orgasm, then the man would cum, and that was the end of it. One thing was sure, and my colleagues, the other 14 year-olds agreed, you had to go in that order. Yes, we all learned that you must always eat the pussy first, then cum, not cum, then eat the pussy. That would be gay.
My very first time going down on a girl was a less than perfect experience. The gist of it was, I had this incredible desire to do it, but I just wasn't sure about how she would take it or what to do once I got started. There had been numerous false starts carried out in the back seat of my Camaro, where I would make it to about her belly button, kissing and loving her tummy and such, and as I fingered her, my mind would be racing with this instinctual urge to just bury my face in my 16 year-old girlfriends soaked pussy. I never communicated to her that this was my desire, and she never asked me to go there.
Then, during one of our make-out sessions, I just went for it. After some kissing , boob play, I skipped everything and pulled her panties down in the front and placed my nose directly onto her pubic bone with the intent of letting my mouth and tongue lose their virginity into the world of oral sex. And the smell hit me! She said, I wish you had told me you planned on doing that, I just started my period! But this little delay at least got us talking about it. Before too long, I was going down on my girlfriend - and all future girlfriends like it was the best thing since sliced bread.
It has been a few years now that I stopped performing oral sex on my wife. On rare occasions, usually involving some alcohol, I'll go down on her, but for the most part, that is a step skipped. The reason has to do with some medical issues. The bottom line is, after some female problems in that area, there was a noticeable aroma and I know this is all mental, but I just lost the urge with her. I know there are a lot of men who freak out about sex after their wife has given birth. I never had that problem. I still have the urge to eat pussy - I think about it as often as I think about wanting to suck a cock, and believe me, that is a lot. But there is just some mental block when it comes to my wife these days.
Unless, of course, some other guy fucked her first. I still have this urge to go down on my wife after another guy has been with her. I can't explain it, but many guys totally understand that urge.
The other night while we were having an incredible session involving lots of whispered talk of her previous lovers and discussions of the sizes of their cocks or who was a better kisser or who was rough and such, I had this desire for a cream pie. I told her that as soon as I was to cum, I wanted her to lift herself onto my face and force me to perform clean-up duty. This desire was so incredibly strong. All this talk of guys we had had threesomes with just really got me going into cream pie mode.
And then I came and that split second of orgasm completely shut down that part of the brain. Like a hundred times before (including when I used to do this same thing with my girlfriend from high school) I lost the urge the split second I came. And many men know this same exact problem. It took me years of practice before I would taste my own ejaculate when masturbating. Pre-cum? Sure, I'll lick that all up, but shooting a load into a shot glass then drinking it. Not likely. It is like a switch that simply clicks off.
I have never once hesitated to swallow another man's cum, though the few actual blow jobs I have given to completion can be counted on one hand, it wasn't something I needed to work up to. But in each of these cases, the other guy came first, so there was no loss of desire on my part. I do not know what would happen if I came first then went down on the other guy. Likewise, I do know that if I walked into a room and found a buddy blowing his load into my wife, I'd have no qualms whatsoever about immediately going down on her.
I often read about straight couples, no D/s or BDSM involved, where as a matter of routine, the guy will go down on the woman before or after cumming. It isn't about anything gay or some sort of humiliation thing, it's just lie, big deal, it's cum. If my girl can blow me and swallow my cum, why would it be bad for me to taste it. Of course, maybe they were born in a less homophobic time where even the thought of cum touching a guy meant he was gay. As I approach 50 with my mid-life crisis in full gear, I resent all the opportunities I missed by being freaked out by stupid things. Cum, especially.
I'm sorry about this post being all over the place - it really didn't even go the direction I had in mind originally, but I would be interested in other folks views on this topic. Ladies, will your man go down on you after he cums? Guys, am I making a big deal out of it or are you thoroughly creeped out that some guys would even consider a cream pie as an option?