Every Time

I watched my wife stare at me, smiling, obviously enjoying herself. She started covering up her breasts, no longer needing to entice me.

"How much is there?" she asked.

I looked down at the bowl in my hand, there was more cum in there than I'd every imagined. "I...I don't know," I stammered, feeling my libido crash. A minute ago, her teasing was a huge turn-on, a minute ago, what I knew she was going to make me do made me jerk myself faster. 

Now, it was terrible, a turnoff, gross.

"Get the dildo," she said.

"Honey, please," I begged.

"Get the dildo," she repeated.

Shaking, I went to the nightstand, took out the eight inch realistic dildo. "Hon..."

"Bring them to me," she said, "both the bowl and the cock."

I handed them to her, eyes down.

"Why do I do this?" she asked.

"Because...because you're my mistress," I said.

She pointed to the ground. "Kneel," she said.

I did as she ordered, watched as she dipped the head of dildo in the bowl of cum, took a small portion of it.

"Lick," she said. "Slowly."

I knew this was part of it. At first, I gulped it down, figuring the faster I slurped it, the faster it was over. But she stopped that, she slowed things down. I had to wait between each lick, while she dipped the cock slowly into the bowl and brought it to my mouth. I had to lick it slowly, savor it, let the taste go everywhere in my mouth.

Every time. Eating my cum was required every time.

At first it was just licking it from the bowl, but for the last month it was licking it off her dildo. Licking it. Sucking it. Taking cock with the cum. Every time. There was no release for me without the subsequent slow, careful, licking of my cum from her cock. Every time.