I recently decided I needed a life (mostly looking at my phone bill and seeing how much time I spend just freaking texting all day), and started taking some painting classes after work. I doubt my landscapes will ever be worth a dime, but it’s definitely therapeutic to be in a quiet classroom thinking of flowers, clouds and trees.
My husband got curious as I began bringing finished pieces home. He got me an easel for my birthday, and now he’ll peek at me over his coffee Saturday mornings, watching as I set up new fruits or photos in the kitchen beside the easel to attempt. The peeking also probably has something to do with my painting naked. Why ruin clothes, you know?
One Saturday, he got up from his seat, came around behind me and whispered in my ear. “Did you ever maybe thinking of combining this passion with your other big passion?”
“And what is that?” I coyly whispered, nipping his ear.
“I know what else you like dripping down your skin when you’re naked. Care to make a masterpiece together?”
We began kissing, and what followed was definitely one of the more bizarre, erotic moments of my life. Yes, my husband totally knows that I’m a bit of—okay, completely—a cum fiend, but he totally pushed me to new heights with it here.
He stopped kissing me only to put my canvas on the floor, then started up again. His hands were everywhere, stroking my hair, squeezing my tits, pushing between my pussy lips, making me so wet! I felt his cock come up nice and hard along my thigh. I just love his cock so much—as soon as it’s hard, I’m on it.
I pushed him up against the counter, and then bent over in front of him, spreading my ass. He pushed into my pussy, and I moaned as he fucked me so nice and hard. Usually, he withdraws and cums all over me somewhere, and we enjoy rubbing it into my skin, but he had other ideas now. He wanted jizz dripping all over me!
I felt him suddenly cum, filling my pussy up. I could feel the hot jizz shooting into me, so warm and creamy. Then quickly he grabbed my hips and swiveled me over the canvas in a squat.
“Now push,” he said. Oooh, this was so naughty! I did as told and his jizz came oozing out of me, glopping down on the canvas with a sploot. I grabbed a paintbrush and some paint and began to spread his cum around, mixing a little color here and there.
I giggled, looking at my work. “This is hilarious, love! So abstract and avant-garde and absolutely filthy.”
All he answered was, “Think it needs more?”
Seconds later, I had his cock in my mouth, just relishing the energy and taste of him. I took him in this slow, tight deep throat even, and he watched closely as I gagged and released. I used my hands, mouth and tongue on him until he came, this time all over my face. I received the jizz hungrily; my hand on his spraying cock like it was a water fountain washing my skin. I turned to the canvas and kissed his cum onto it, and my husband swept his hands on my cheeks, then finger painting the cum all over.
We kept at it, and I kept adding color, until it was actually this gorgeous little piece all thick, gooey and vibrant. We have it hanging over our bed now. My husband is such an inspiration—and I turn red now every time I think about why!
