The blindfolded taste of lust-3

There’s a puddle of cum in his mouth, his tongue is bathing in it. The man’s orgasm is over now, he can hear it in his breathing, but he knows what men want so he brings his head forward with the load still coating the inside of his mouth and he takes the man’s softening penis. With his hand he gently squeezes it from the base to the tip, milking out every drop, and though he can’t see whether any more comes out, he licks the tip, he takes it all, he covers it in its own cum, sucks it. He kisses it with gratitude. This is what he wants the man to know: his gratitude. He backs off.

“Show me” his wife says.

He does, then, purposefully, he swallows some, but not all. Something slimy, something real. Over his tongue, down his throat, swallowed. The taste. It tastes like sex, it tastes nasty, it tastes intoxicating. And it lingers, it sc****s the back of the throat, gently, but persistently. There’s still one more man, and then himself.

“Honey, kiss me.”

There’s a moment. She doesn’t react right away. Does she not want to? But he hears something, fuck it, he should just take off the blindfold, do this, but with his eyes open, see what he’s doing, see the cock as it’s cumming in his mouth, open it and her lips press against him, he opens his mouth and their tongues meet. He gives her the cum the man jerked in his mouth, they share it, they both taste it and the moment is wonderful. He pulls away.