Wife Shares My Tongue With Creampie Surprise

Gideon lay on his back in the center of their bed, wrists bound to the headboard with the soft black ties Chloe had bought weeks ago for exactly this. He was thirty-two, naked, cock already thick and aching against his stomach, and the blindfold stole every scrap of the bedroom from him. Chloe, thirty, stood at the foot of the mattress in nothing but a thin robe, and he could hear the fabric shift when she moved.

"You asked for this," she said, voice low and amused. "Over and over. So tonight you get it."

His pulse hammered. For months he had begged her to let him taste another woman while she watched, to turn his mouth into something she could lend out. He had confessed it in the dark, cock in her hand, swearing he wanted the humiliation of not knowing whose pussy he was cleaning. Chloe had listened, stroked him, and finally decided he would have what he had asked for.

"One of my friends is coming over," she said. "She is going to sit on your face. You will worship her until she is finished with you. You will not see her. You will not know which friend it is. You will just open your mouth and do what a good cuck does."

He groaned. The blindfold pressed warm against his eyes. He strained against the ties, not to escape, only because the helplessness made his cock jump. Chloe's fingers brushed the head of him, a single teasing stroke, then left him throbbing in the air.

"Guess," she said. "You like guessing."

He swallowed. Names flickered through him, women from her book club, from work, from the gym, all of them grown, all of them the kind of women who might agree to this if Chloe asked the right way. He could not land on one. The not-knowing was the point, and it made him harder than anything he had pictured alone.

"Please," he said.

"Tongue out."

He obeyed. Cool air touched the wet tip of it. Chloe laughed softly, satisfied, and left the room. The front door was only a short walk through the apartment. He heard her bare feet on the floor, the quiet click of the lock, and then low voices in the entryway. His cock leaked against his stomach. He kept his tongue out, straining to catch a word, a laugh, anything that would tell him who was about to use his mouth.

At the door, Valentina stood in a short dress and heels, twenty-nine, dark hair loose, cheeks flushed from the walk over and from something else entirely. She leaned in close the moment Chloe opened up, one hand resting on the frame, voice barely above a whisper.

"I have to tell you before I come in," Valentina said. "Declan just finished in me. Like, ten minutes ago. I did not clean up. It is still warm. Still dripping. I thought you should know before I sat on him."

Chloe went still for a single second. Her eyes dropped, then came back up, and the corner of her mouth curved.

"Too bad," she said. "He is the one that wanted this. We will see how well he likes a creampie."

Valentina's breath caught, half shock and half thrill. Chloe took her hand and drew her inside, locking the door behind them. In the hallway Valentina stepped out of her heels and let Chloe push the dress up over her hips. No panties. The insides of her thighs were already slick, a thin shine of mixed wetness catching the light. Chloe looked, unabashed, and nodded toward the bedroom.

"He is tied. Blindfolded. Tongue already out like he has been waiting his whole life. You climb on and you do not tell him whose it is. If he tastes Declan, he tastes Declan. That is the game he begged for."

Valentina's pulse jumped. She had agreed to sit on Chloe's husband's face, to let him lick her while Chloe watched and stroked him, but the creampie had been her own filthy impulse, something she had almost talked herself out of on the way over. Chloe's smirk undid the last of her hesitation. She wanted to see what he would do when the taste hit him.

They entered the bedroom together. Gideon heard two sets of footsteps and a soft rustle of fabric. His tongue stayed out. His cock twitched hard enough to slap his stomach.

"Still guessing?" Chloe asked, closer now.

"Yes," he rasped. "I cannot tell. Please."

"Good." Chloe's hand closed around his shaft at last, a slow, possessive stroke from base to tip. "Open wider. She is going to use you."

The mattress dipped. Perfume and warm skin and the unmistakable scent of sex reached him before Valentina did. She swung a leg over his chest and settled above his face in reverse, her ass toward the headboard, her pussy hovering just over his waiting mouth. Heat poured off her. He felt the first wet brush against his lower lip and moaned into it, helpless and eager, cock jumping in Chloe's fist.

Valentina lowered herself.

Her pussy sealed over his mouth, swollen and slick and heavy with more than her own arousal. Gideon licked on instinct, a broad eager stroke up her slit, and the taste hit him all at once: salt and musk and something thicker, warmer, unmistakably seed. Declan's load was still inside her, fresh and plentiful, and the first pass of Gideon's tongue pulled a fat ribbon of it out onto his lips.

He made a shocked, muffled sound. His hips jerked. Chloe's hand tightened around him and stroked, slow and cruel.

"There it is," Chloe said, delighted. "You wanted a friend on your face. You got one who did not bother to wipe her lover out of her first. Taste him, Gideon. Taste every bit of what Declan left in her."

Valentina rocked, a slow grind that smeared her folds across his mouth and nose. More of the creampie spilled. It was warm, slick, faintly bitter under the sweeter taste of her, and it coated his tongue in messy pulses every time she shifted her weight. He should have turned his head. He did not. He opened wider and lapped, sucking at her entrance the way Chloe had trained him to suck at her, drawing the mixed fluid out in thick strings that broke across his lips and chin.

"Oh, fuck," Valentina breathed. She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips, chasing the flat of his tongue. "He is actually doing it. Chloe, he is eating it."

"Of course he is." Chloe pumped him steadily, thumb rubbing the wet head of his cock on every upstroke. "Look at him. Tied up, blind, tongue buried in another man's cum because his wife told him to open his mouth. You love it, don't you? You can feel how hard he is."

Gideon could not answer. His mouth was full. He licked deeper, pushing his tongue into Valentina and curling it, scooping what Declan had pumped into her and swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go. The humiliation burned through him hotter than any fantasy he had jerked off to. He was cleaning a stranger's load out of his wife's friend while Chloe stroked the proof of how badly he wanted it. His balls drew tight. He thrust up into her fist, frantic, and she loosened her grip just enough to deny him.

"Not yet," she murmured. "You eat first."

Valentina ground down harder. The position put her clit against the bridge of his nose and her stuffed pussy flush to his lips, reverse and shameless, so every rock dragged Declan's creampie across Gideon's tongue and smeared it over his cheeks. She was soaked beyond the cum, her own arousal flooding him, and the two tastes mixed until he could not separate them. He sucked, noisy and desperate, and a thick clot slid onto his tongue. He groaned and swallowed it. Valentina gasped and bore down, thighs trembling around his head.

"Messy boy," Chloe taunted, stroking faster for three beats and then slowing again. "It is all over your mouth. You are wearing Declan's load like lipstick. Keep going. Get it all. She walked over here full of him just so you could have this."

Gideon lapped like he was starving. He found the soft give of Valentina's entrance and worked his tongue in and out, fucking the creampie loose, feeling it spill in warm pulses each time she clenched. She moaned openly now, rocking in short hungry circles, one hand sliding down to spread herself wider over his face. Cum and her wetness painted his lips, his chin, the blindfold's lower edge. He could not see any of it. He could only taste, swallow, and thrust uselessly into his wife's hand while she laughed at how close he already was.

"Tell him," Valentina said, breathless, grinding down so his nose pressed her clit. "Tell him whose cum he is eating."

"Declan's," Chloe said, clear and sweet, right beside his ear. Her fist worked him in a tight, glistening rhythm. "Your wife's friend let Declan fuck her, fill her, and then she came straight here to sit that creampie on your tongue. And you are licking it out like a good little cuck. Every drop. I can hear you swallowing."

He was. He could not stop. The taste coated his mouth, thick and humiliating and so filthy his cock leaked steadily over Chloe's fingers. Valentina rode his face harder, chasing her own edge, her pussy fluttering around his tongue as more of the load squeezed out and ran down over his lips. He sucked at her clit when she shifted, then dove back into her when she sank again, cleaning her in long messy strokes that left strings of cum stretching from her hole to his open mouth.

"Fuck, his tongue," Valentina panted. "He is so deep. I am going to come on his face like this."

"Do it," Chloe said. "Come while he is still full of Declan. Make him taste all of it at once."

Valentina's rhythm broke. She ground down and stayed there, pussy sealed to his mouth, and came with a sharp cry, clenching hard enough to push another rush of warm seed onto his tongue. Gideon drank it, licked through it, moaned into her while his hips punched up into Chloe's fist. She stroked him through the shudder of Valentina's orgasm, never quite fast enough to let him finish, keeping him right on the edge while his mouth worked and worked.

When Valentina finally lifted, the air hit his soaked face like a shock. Thin strings of mixed cum stretched from her pussy to his lips and broke, dripping onto his tongue and chin. He kept his mouth open, panting, still tasting Declan and her, cock jerking in Chloe's hand.

"Such a good creampie-eating cuck," Chloe praised, voice warm with pride and cruelty both. "Look at you. Covered. Swallowing. Harder than I have ever felt you."

She peeled the blindfold up. Light stung his eyes. Valentina was still straddling his chest, dress bunched at her waist, pussy flushed and glistening, a satisfied smile on her mouth as she watched the mess on his face. She was beautiful and wrecked and utterly pleased with him. Chloe, beside the bed, looked at her husband like she had just been handed proof of every filthy thing he had promised her.

"Hi," Valentina said, soft and wicked. "You ate all of it."

He could only nod, chest heaving, the taste still thick on his tongue.

Chloe climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over his hips, sinking down onto his cock in one slow, greedy slide. He was so sensitive he cried out. She rode him with tight, rolling hips, eyes on his messy mouth, and when she leaned down she kissed him deep, tasting Declan on his tongue and moaning into it like she had been waiting for that exact filth. Valentina watched for a minute, fingers between her own thighs, then traded places when Chloe lifted off. Valentina took him next, hot and still slick from everything he had licked out of her, and she rode him slow and deep while Chloe kissed his cum-smeared mouth again, feeding him the taste, praising him between kisses.

They switched once more. Chloe took him to the edge and held him there, then let Valentina grind down until he broke. He came hard, spilling up into Valentina with a broken shout, the ghost of Declan's load still coating his tongue while both women kissed him through it, slow and deep, sharing the mess and the victory.

After, Chloe stayed close, tracing his swollen lips with one finger, already thinking past the afterglow. Next time she would text Declan herself. Next time Valentina would arrive even fuller, and Gideon would be blindfolded again, tongue out, with no warning at all about whose creampie he was about to swallow. She smiled against his mouth, the plan already settling, sweet and filthy, into place.