I spent 45 minutes giving my wife oral pleasure last night. While I did, the thought kept drifting in and out of my head of how great it would be if her cunt were dripping with my cum as I licked, kissed, sucked, and slathered.
After she'd already cum twice, I mounted her missionary and we fucked like little monkeys. Those thoughts of my lapping my jism from her pulsating pussy wound their way pleasantly around my brain and I ejaculated with abandon. Within 3 seconds I'd withdrawn my still throbbing member and headed south for the cum gobbling I'd been craving for the last hour.
Within a heartbeat those glorious glistening strands of my ejaculate sliding gently from her quim that I glimpsed looked like nothing but a mess of dick-snot to me....and I thought, "Nah, I think I'll pass."
Funny how fast that desire can turn to aversion.
The post-gasm let down is strong and quick for me, but a desire for tenderness pervades. If my jiz wasn't plastered all over her twat I'd have still gone down on her again for a few minutes to close things out.
Next time I'll have to remember to employ some well timed coitus-interruptus and launch on her stomach to increase my options on after play.
Picturing that even right now the prospect of slurping my cum off of her belly is dreamily appealing. I can be pretty sure that won't be the case when the opportunity presents.