Interracial Creampie

Dimly the thought occurred to me that this was the interracial creampie to top all cream pies, and eventually, when I sensed the flow had ended, I pushed my wife and her lover off me and struggled to speak. My face dripping with a heavy glaze of cream, and gasping for breath myself, I told them exactly what had just happened. Their happy faces let me know it had been just as good for them.

That was early Thursday evening. The rest of that night and Friday were full of fucking and sucking, cream pies and snowballs, and many orgasms for all three of us. My story, however, will skip over all that wonderful mfm sex to the final - at least until the next time - act on Saturday morning of our lusty and loving interracial creampie.

Thursday, while driving together to our love nest, Ginger and I had discussed some of our favourite activities (no longer called fantasies, since they are so frequently fulfilled) with Mario. Interracial creampie, snowballs and double penetrations naturally were on the list, but I also mentioned to Ginger how much I loved seeing Mario cum in her mouth, and how the obviously genuine pleasure she takes in savouring and swallowing his baby batter makes his pleasure - and by extension, mine - all that more satisfying. While this was not news to Ginger, I just wanted to add some emphasis to help her understand how meaningful it is to us men to be made to feel our ejaculate is desirable...love me, love my interracial creampie.

Well, we did get into that situation on Friday: I was standing to the side of the bed, photographing, while Mario knelt at Ginger's head, hard dick in hand, as she sucked him on her hands and knees. When he came into my wife's mouth, she started laughing; apparently my earlier "helpful advice about interracial creampie" had only made her self-conscious in the act. However, all was not lost: she got off the bed as I put down the camera and laid a big open-mouthed smacker on me.