Dessert

by Brenda McIntyre

In eight years of marriage, Crystal had never had a plan quite like this. Dave was her husband, her lover, her world. And now she had a plan she hoped would show him just how much she loved him.

She had thought about it for more than a week. She had gathered the supplies she needed and carefully planned each ingredient, every piece of service ware.  Finally, everything was nearly ready. She carefully set the last few items she needed on the dining room table. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about him walking in and seeing her carefully planned surprise.

Dave came home like he always did. He hung his jacket on the coat hook like he always did. He didn't even bother to call out that he was home.

He walked into the dining room and stopped cold. He had not been prepared for what he saw. Nothing could have prepared him! Crystal had set the table with all manner of dessert toppings: Blueberries and strawberries, whipped cream, candy sprinkles and small pitchers of flavored syrup and chocolate. Crystal herself was lounging in the center of the table, nude, propped up on one elbow. She caressed her smooth, velvety skin with her fingertips. As Dave watched, she slipped her hand over her sex briefly.

She giggled as he stood staring open-mouthed. Her laughter made a soft, almost musical sound.

"Welcome home, baby," she purred, caressing her ample breasts. "I thought you might want to start with dessert tonight."

He stood there, dumbfounded.

"Don't be shy," Crystal coaxed, squeezing her breasts together. "I went to all this trouble."

Dave smiled. His cock stirred in his briefs. He was ready and eager to dive in, but he took a moment to remove his shirt and tie. He had a feeling this was going to be messy.

Crystal watched. Her hands moved slowly over her taut body, never quite pausing. She brushed her fingertips across her nipples until they stood erect. The anticipation was driving her wild.

At last he stood in just his trousers. He rubbed his hands together and looked over the toppings. There were so many choices it was hard to know where to begin.

He reached out and took up a pitcher of chocolate syrup. He carefully poured some over her foot, then kissed and licked it away. He poured a little more onto her calf, and she purred as he licked it up. She reached out, stroking his hair, urging him onward.

He tilted the pitcher again, pouring chocolate syrup on her thigh. He licked it up slowly, carefully, taking his time, teasing her. She cooed and purred, wriggling her hips and pinching her nipples.

Dave put down the pitcher and grabbed a jar of honey. It had a honey dipper in it. He used it to drizzle honey on her sex. She squirmed and cooed. The honey was surprisingly cool.

She moaned long and low as he lapped the honey from her. He did not stop when he had licked up the last of it, but continued, slipping his tongue inside her and tasting her arousal. She moaned, arching her back. His loving tongue made her burn with desire! If he kept this up, he would have her cumming soon. She moved her hips rhythmically.

He stopped long enough to get out of his pants and underwear. His big, thick cock bobbed as he freed it. She watched him, idly fingering her sex, anticipating the loving he was about to give her.

He took up the honey dipper again and smeared honey over his throbbing prick. He moved to her, bringing his meat to her mouth.

"Here's a treat for you," he murmured.

She licked him slowly, looking up into his eyes.  She started near his balls and ran her tongue all the way to the tip. A drop of precum beaded there, and she licked it up, smiling at him.

It took more than a minute for her to clean the honey from his prick. By then he was groaning, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth, but she would only take the head.

She sucked briefly, then pulled the head of his cock from her mouth, smiling. She reached over and picked up a can of whipped cream. She shook it gently before spraying the contents onto her body. She covered her breasts, her belly; even her sex.

It was Dave’s turn to smile. He leaned over her and licked her clean, starting with one nipple, then moving to the other. He wrapped his arms around her, sucking her nipple into his mouth. The whipped cream clung to his arms and face, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue over Crystal's breasts until they were clean, then he started licking whipped cream from her belly. His cock throbbed and surged.

She mewed and purred, wriggling under him as he slowly licked his way down to her sex.  He flicked his tongue over her clit and she cooed. Soon he was licking her hungrily. She squirmed and writhed. He dipped his tongue inside her again, sliding it in and out, fucking her with it. She squealed and bucked, thrusting her hips, getting as much pleasure from his tongue as she could. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. In another instant, she cried out and came, shuddering.

She continued moaning, but he pulled his face away from her. He was rock hard now, and throbbing, dripping precum. He took her hips in his big, strong hands and thrust his aching cock inside her.

She cried out anew as he plunged into her, balls deep. He grunted and thrust again and again, fucking her hard enough to shake the table. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, still thrusting hard. Pump. Pump. Pump.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding the love of her life close. He thrust into her harder and harder! Their moans and sighs mingled as did the sweat from their bodies.

With one final thrust, his cock erupted. They held each other close as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

At last, panting, he pulled his spent dick out of her. She pulled him close and kissed him again, deeply.

"We're not done yet, baby," she mewed. She reached for the chocolate syrup.

"Think you can build up another load?" she asked. "I want to taste your cum."

She dribbled the chocolate over her breasts....

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