Confessions while savouring cum.

As George pulled back Abbey sighed, fresh cum dribbling from her mouth. “You were excited, weren’t you?” she asked.

George cock was still hard as he nodded, “You want me to untie you?” he asked.

“Please, my feet are actually numb,” she said, wriggling her toes.

George worked at the knots on her feet first and quickly untied her, then undid her wrists. There was visible bruising where the ropes had bitten into her skin. “God, that was so hot,” she said as she sat up and rubbed her wrists and ankles. “You should go sit down on your nice leather couch in the den,” she said, caressing his still hard shaft. “I will be in in a moment and tell you all I remember about today.”

George wasted no time in peeling his shirt off and undoing his pants as he half walked half ran to his den excited for what was to come. He poured two glasses of whisky before sitting down. A moment later Abbey came in. She was a little unsteady on her feet, holding two glasses, a bottle of bubbly already open, and the tray of cum filled condoms. “Well, I thought we would have a glass to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” he asked as he sipped his whisky.

She put the glasses, wine and platter of cum down and slowly mounted him, his cock sliding into her soft cunt. “Ooh, you feel a little small after I got so stretched out,” she teased. George moaned. “Well, I thought,” she said as she poured a glass of bubbles for each of them, “we could celebrate your wife being a complete slut and getting pregnant.”

He moaned again and put his whisky down. He picked up the champagne flute, “I can’t believe my wife is riding me while we are celebrating how much of a slut she is.”

They clinked glasses, and each took a sip. “Tasty,” Abbey said. “Though I have to say,” she put her glass down, “I kind of started to really like the taste of cum today.”

She picked up the largest of the condoms and sucked the whole thing into her mouth, only holding onto the end. She moaned as she sucked the outside clean. George rocked up into her, moaning as he watched. When she pulled it out of her mouth, she said, “It was nice of them to present their loads so nicely.” She fiddled with the knot for a moment and untied it, then she tipped her head back and poured the contents into her mouth. It was thick with cold and sloughed into her eager mouth.

George shuddered. He felt like he could cum at any minute. Casually Abbey picked up the wine flute again and took a sip. She then swirled the mixture around in her mouth before swallowing. “God, I could get used to that,” she said.

George was sweating and shanking as she swallowed, “No cumming in me now,” she chided.

“I don’t know if I can resist,” George confessed.

“Well, we will have to fix that, won’t we,” Abbey said standing up.

George groaned in frustration, “And how are you going to fix that?” he asked.