Eating Wifes Creampie

I've always been a flirt to get an eating wifes creampie, and when Derek and I got married, I saw no reason to stop. In fact, he often encouraged me because it turned him on. I guess it turned me on, too. We'd go out to a club, and I'd wear something really sexy, and when the guys stared at me, I'd smile and spin around to give them a flash. Afterward, Derek and I would go home, feeling pretty hot and nasty, and we'd have really great eating wifes creampie. Wild. He'd ask me if I'd like to have all those guys fucking me--teasing, in a way--and I'd answer "Yes!" It made for hot eating wifes creampie. I never had any reason to think my eating wifes creampie play was dangerous.

Then last spring we went to Cancun for a vacation. It never even occurred to us that we would be there at the height of spring break. But we were, and Cancun was packed with young people when we arrived. I was certain we were the only tourists in town over 25. Still, the water was great, the sun was warm--enchanting. Our second night there, we decided to walk over to a club called Daddy-O's. The line stretched forever, but Derek slipped the doorman $20 and we got in. Inside was like being in the middle of a riot. Young bodies everywhere. I got excited immediately, and after a drink I was flirting outrageously dreaming about the eating wifes creampie. I had on a tiny black mini and a white blouse tied at the waist, with no bra on underneath. I'm proud of my breasts, 36c, and so I had the blouse unbuttoned enough to show a little cleavage. When Derek and I started dancing, I undid the rest of the buttons so that the young guys could get a glimpse of my pert nipples.

It was great! The young men, none older than 20, were hovering around me just to get the occasional peek at my breasts.