Sex Sipping with a Kinky Phone Sex Operator

The captain hadn’t been home for months, and just like whenever he was on shore leave, it was a honeymoon. He loves his slutty phone sex operator wife and shows me off everywhere. for this shore leave, we decided to go on a tour of the local winery. And maybe it was because we fucked all morning. But by that afternoon, everything we did seemed to be drenched in sexual innuendo.  So much so that as we walked through the vineyard to meet the tour guide.  The captain stopped and tweaked a handful of grapes between his fingers so that the sweet juices ran clear into his palm. 

 

Hmm. “now you are all sticky,” I said as I licked the pulp fruit from his hand, I worked my mouth over his thumb and forefinger. He moaned and looked around the vineyard to see if we could grab a quickie somewhere. Unfortunately, there wasn’t, so we had to behave just for a little longer, but we promised ourselves that we would make it through the winery. 

 

So we walked inside to sample the wares. Goblets of wine were passed around to sip slowly and enjoy. We listened to the woman behind the bar. She gave us the five basics of wine tasting: color, swirl, nose, taste, and finish. 

 

We observed the color of the wine in our glasses, remarked on the color, smelled the bouquet and took a sip, then admired the aftertaste. The lesson we learned sparked our overworked libidos once again.

 

“Roll the liquid along the tip of your tongue. Then another flow around in your mouth. ” The woman instructed. 

Cock tasting

I suddenly knew what I wanted to do that evening. Looking up at the captain and whispered in his ear.  “I want to do a cock tasting,” and he gave me a look, and his brow furled could tell that he thought I meant to taste a variety of men. And then choose which one I liked best. However, I had something else in mind, still whispering “something more intimate. I want to smell and savor your cock.’ I could tell the captain liked the idea; not only was there a smile on his face but also from the bulge in his jeans. 

 

Driving back, he wanted me to pretend that we were having kinky phone sex. Like I do with my callers.

 

But when we got back home, the real fun started. I knew that he was horny; by the way, he hugged me and kissed me. We demonstrated tremendous restraint as we climbed into the shower together and let the water wash the vineyard dust away and soothe our sore muscles. 

 

The captain used the oatmeal-scented soap to lather me up and run the hard bar, along my ribs and down my flat belly. He pressed against my pussy. And I thought I might just cum from his washing me. Who knew getting clean would feel so dirty.

 

I pushed the captain’s hands away as I rinsed the soap off. Once we were squeaky clean, I proceeded with my plan and got to my knees in the shower staring up at the captain’s body. His cock was rock hard and ready for me. I admired it before bringing it up to my lips and staring at the length, all nine inches of it. 

 

The tip was a dark purple and reminded me of the grapes we had observed earlier in the day. The shaft was a paler pink of a delicate rose. I parted my lips, ready for the exciting taste of the captain.

Sex Sipping?

He stopped me. ‘Nope, baby, we are changing the name of the game from cock tasting baby to sex sipping. “And I’m going to go first,” and he led me out of the shower to the bed.

 

Now, I love oral sex, both giving and receiving, and did not argue. Instead, I decided to get myself comfortable on the edge of the bed and waited to see what my hubby would do. If he was as good as I remembered and better than my kinky phone sex callers do,

 

Next, getting down on his knees in front of me, He parted my pussy, lips and stared downward. And then he looked up to me my eyes. “See, I think the tour guide said you need to check the overall color first, right? “The captain said, and trying to remember the instructions of the wine taster, I nodded. Shuddering, I was so overwhelmed by his touch as he gently spread apart my labia and observed me. 

 

Carefully, his fingers slid a little, and the sweet liquid of my pussy had already gathered dew-like on my lips. He said, “it is a light pink that grows deeper inside—turning into a dusty rose.”

 

Then bending closer he placed his face between my thighs. He breathed in deeply from my pussy and the aroma. “What a bouquet,” I shuddered. I thought he was teasing me, but then I looked at him and saw that he was seriously concentrating on the task within reach of his tongue and lips.

 

 Then he bent forward for his first taste of the evening. He spent several moments licking me, his tongue flicking between the lips of my pussy to tickle my clit and then deeply dipping lower into my slit. And collecting drops of my nectar. I could feel his whiskers rub along the inside of my thighs. The rough sensation of his beard against my skin made me moan and grip his shoulders. 

 

 And suddenly, he leaned back on his heels and asked, “Am I  doing this wrong.”

 

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