[MF] Casual Facials | 2016

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"You want to what?" said my wife, in shock and disbelief.

"You should have listened when I warned you that it was weird and oddly specific," I told her. "But no, you HAD to know what my one secret kinky never-told-anyone-before wild weird fetish fantasy was. Now you think I'm some kind of psycho sex offender one step away from having his name put one a list and being forced to live in a cave sixty miles from anyone who might be offended by him."

She laughed. "Well, no, not quite. But let me get this straight- you want me to ignore you while you cum on my face-"

"Or wherever," I interrupted.

"Or wherever," she continued. "And then what? I'm supposed to..."

"Uh, just go on with whatever you were doing before. But with my cum on your face-"

"Or wherever."

"Yeah. And that's, uh, pretty much it."

"I swear, the things I do to get you to buy me jewelry," she said.

"But I almost never buy you jewelry," I began to say. But then seeing her arched eyebrow and wry half-smile: "Oh. Tennis bracelet OK?"

"You're a quick learner, for a married man."

"Any man married to someone as hot as you are pretty much has to be," I told her.

And so, for the "price" of some initial embarrassment and a diamond tennis bracelet (which I'd been thinking of getting her anyway since it was our 10th anniversary in a few months), began a decade-long fascination with splattering my wife's face with cum and watching her walk around (or whatever) with it dripping from her nose and chin.

Here's a perfect example: We live in Florida, a little north of the Palm Beach International airport. Our house has an enclosed pool. We call it the "lanai," but it's really just a pool with a big-ass screen surrounding it on the roof and three sides (the other side is the house). One day last summer, she was out there sunbathing, and I got the old urge again. So I walked over and whipped my pocket monster out and started rubbing one out. She took absolutely no notice. Just leaned back and took another sip of the frozen daiquiri I'd brought her earlier. The alligators in the lake on the other side of the lanai's screen couldn't have reacted less. It had been a couple of days since I had cum, so it didn't take long before I coated her face with five or six thick white ribbons of semen. With her sunglasses on, she didn't even have to blink.

Without a word, I wiped the last dribble of cum right onto her lips, tucked Mr. Happy back in my Bermuda shorts, and went back inside to watch the rest of the game. She stayed right where she was, reading some trashy novel and sipping her drink, all the while ignoring the cum dribbling its way off her face and onto her chest.

About an hour later, she came inside and chatted for a while. That's my favorite part- doing stuff together while we both pretend she doesn't have a huge load of cum on her face. After a long conversation about something probably trivial and banal, I had enough. That's her other reward: I usually get so heated up by the sight- and thought- of her just casually walking around with my cum smeared all over her that we almost always end up in a marathon fuck session that leaves her exhausted and limp as a noodle.

It's not always a facial. Sometimes I'll get up during dinner and rub one out onto whatever's on her plate or in her wine glass and then watch as she pretends to ignore me. Then after I sit back down, she'll calmly eat (or drink) my load with her dinner. Or I'll shoot a load into her hair occasionally, which I like because she'll let that stay in lots longer, even overnight sometimes.

Other than the first few times while we were figuring out how it was going to work and setting some does and don'ts and other parameters, neither of us has ever mentioned a word about it. It's completely casual. I never let her know I'm going to do it, and she never lets on that she's aware that it's happening.

She's upstairs putting on her makeup while I type this. I'm probably gonna have to buy her a new one of those things they used to put it on their faces, sponges or whatever, but fuckit. Nothing hotter than watching her pretend her face isn't splattered with cum while she puts on more makeup. If I'm lucky, she'll wait until we've driven wherever it is we're supposed to be going before she fixes it up!