“Honey, are you ready for another round of ‘Cum and Go’?” Ron called out from the bedroom, his voice crackling with hopeful anticipation.
“I’m just about to start my show,” Judith replied, her eyes glued to the TV guide, her finger hovering over the remote. She sighed, knowing she had to honor the deal. “But alright, I’ll be there in a sec.”
The game they played, “Cum and Go,” had been born out of a moment of desperation and creativity. In their decades of marriage, Ron and Judith had seen their share of changes—Ron’s hair had grayed, Judith’s curves had softened, and their once ravenous desire had waned to a gentle flicker. Yet, Ron remained as eager as ever, his libido refusing to wilt with age. After a heart-to-heart and a series of awkward, half-hearted attempts at discussing the issue, they had stumbled upon this unorthodox solution. It was a game that allowed Ron the quick relief he craved without the expectation of intercourse, which had become more of a chore than a pleasure for Judith. A way to keep the spark alive without the flame burning too brightly for one of them.
Judith hesitated, setting the TV guide down on the coffee table with a gentle pat, as if to soothe it for being neglected. She knew that keeping their marriage afloat required some innovation. With a wicked smile, she called out, “Alright, I’ll be right there. You go get naked in the living room, and I’ll grab something from the kitchen.”
When she returned, a dish of her favorite crackers in hand, she found Ron already kneeling, naked as a Greek statue, his weathered skin a testament to the years they had shared. The “Cum and Go” box, a relic of their newfound solution, sat atop the plush cushion of her favorite spot on the couch. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he awaited her instructions.
“You know,” she began, her voice a sweet blend of mischief and resignation, “I think we don’t need the box tonight.”
Ron’s eyes widened. This was new. He had grown accustomed to the ritual of the box, the thrill of the unknown, but a change in the game was always welcome. He watched as Judith gracefully sat down next to him, the couch cushions sighing beneath her weight. She picked up the remote, her fingers toying with the buttons, and her gaze never leaving his erection. The tension grew thick, wrapping around them like a warm blanket, the anticipation making his heart race.
“Are you ready?” she asked, popping a cracker into her mouth, the sound of it crackling between her teeth. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste, her eyes locked onto his. “I want to see you hard, honey.”
Ron’s pulse quickened. He knew the game was about to begin. With a nod, he reached for his member, giving it a few firm strokes as instructed. The room was a silent symphony of anticipation, the only sound the rhythmic rustle of his hand moving along his shaft. Judith leaned back, watching him intently, the cracker masticating in her mouth with a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her eyes never left his, and she could see the excitement building in them, the same excitement that used to fill the room when they were young and passion was unbridled.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, her voice low and seductive, the volume of the TV reduced to a muted hum. She pointed the remote at him, a playful glint in her eyes.
“You can touch yourself all you want, darling, but only when I’m chewing a cracker. As soon as I stop, hands off. You wait until I take another bite. Understood?”
Ron nodded, his excitement tempered with a touch of challenge. This was different, but he liked it. It was a twist to the game that made his heart pound in a way it hadn’t in years. He began stroking himself again as Judith took another cracker, the sound of it snapping echoing in the room. Her eyes remained on him, studying his every move, her chewing deliberately slow. The taste of the cracker mixed with the faint scent of his arousal in the air, creating an oddly tantalizing cocktail. Each crunch was a tease, each swallow a promise of another moment of pleasure. He focused on her, the way her jaw moved, the way she licked her lips, the way she watched and also his progress in the corner of her eye.
As his breath grew ragged and his strokes more urgent, she could tell he was getting closer. With a mischievous grin, she stopped chewing mid-bite. “Hold it,” she said, her voice a whispered command. He froze, his hand hovering over his erection, the anticipation like a tight coil ready to spring. He watched her, his eyes pleading, as she placed the cracker on the side of her plate and took a sip of her water, making him wait. The silence was deafening, the only sound the tick of the clock on the mantle and the occasional pop of a bubble from the water she held in her mouth.
Ron felt his orgasm retreat like a shy animal spooked by a sudden noise, his frustration building. But Judith knew exactly what she was doing. She waited until she saw the tension in his shoulders relax slightly before picking up another cracker, her eyes never leaving his. She took a leisurely bite, chewing with the same slow deliberation that had become their new rhythm.
The moment the cracker hit her tongue, Ron’s hand was back in motion, his strokes quick and sure. The sight of her enjoying her snack while he pleasured himself was bizarrely erotic, and he found himself getting harder than he had in years. The game had changed, but the thrill remained.
Judith watched him, her eyes flicking between his face and his hand, the chewing of the cracker in time with his movements.
As the minutes ticked by, she could see the tension coiling in Ron’s body, his strokes growing more frantic, his breathing more ragged. She took another cracker, the crunching sound punctuating the quiet. He watched her, his eyes glazed with desire, his body responding to the sight of her mouth moving, the way she savored each bite.
With the next cracker halfway to her mouth, she pretended to get absorbed in a commercial for a miracle kitchen gadget, the kind that promised to change their lives in under sixty seconds. Her chewing slowed, her gaze drifting to the TV, though inwardly she was fully focused on the show her husband was putting on. She knew his threshold, knew the moment he was close. And just as the commercial ended, she stopped mid-chew, her mouth open slightly, the cracker poised on her tongue.
Ron didn’t miss a beat, his hand continuing to pump, his eyes still locked on hers, silently begging for permission to continue. But she slapped his hand away, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot in the quiet night. He froze, his hand hovering over his erection, the sudden absence of her touch a cold shock to his system. She shot him a look, a mix of playfulness and firmness that left no room for misunderstanding. The rules of the game were clear, and he had just broken one.
For a moment, the room was a tableau of unspoken tension, the only movement the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed in sync, the air thick with anticipation. Judith took her sweet time, placing the half-eaten cracker back on the plate, the crumbs clinging to the corner of her mouth. She licked them away with a flick of her tongue, watching his eyes follow the movement, his need palpable. Then, as if remembering the game, she reached for the box of crackers, her hand brushing against his thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Ron’s erection throbbed, begging for release, but he knew better than to touch it without her say-so. He waited, his eyes on the box, his thoughts racing. The game had always been about quick relief, but now it was a dance of power and control, a thrilling exchange that had them both on the edge. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, the anticipation a delicious form of torture.
Judith took another cracker, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the game. She leaned over and, before he could react, she brought it to the tip of his cock. A single bead of precum glistened there, and with a swift, teasing motion, she caught it on the cracker. She held it out to him, her smile wicked. “Open up, darling,” she cooed, the sweetness of her voice belying the naughty twinkle in her eye.
Ron’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He parted his lips, and she gently placed the cracker, now flavored with his essence, into his mouth. He chewed slowly, the salty taste mixing with the blandness of the cracker, his eyes never leaving hers. The act was so intimate, so unexpectedly erotic, that it sent a bolt of lightning through his body.
Judith took her time, watching him swallow, her gaze lingering on his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Only when he had finished did she pick up another cracker. This time, she held it to her own lips, her teeth sinking into the crunchy surface, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the hunger in them, the thrill of the control she wielded in this unspoken game.
Ron’s erection was a pulsing testament to his need, standing tall and proud before her, the veins bulging with every beat of his racing heart. He longed to touch himself, to bring the crescendo of pleasure crashing over him, but he knew better. He waited, his hand trembling slightly as he obeyed her silent command. The cracker disappeared into her mouth, and she chewed slowly, watching him grip his cock again and stroke it with renewed vigor.
Judith reveled in the power she held, the knowledge that she could give or withhold his release with a mere gesture. She took her time, savoring the crunch of the cracker, feeling the crumbs dust her fingertips as she held it before her mouth, the anticipation in his eyes a delicious sight. Each chew brought him closer to the edge, and she could almost feel the energy building in the air around them, a palpable force that made her own body thrum with excitement.
Ron’s hand worked faster, his eyes glazed with lust, his body a testament to his desperation. He could feel the orgasm building, the pressure in his balls reaching a crescendo, but she was the maestro, and he was her instrument. The thrill of his pleasure being tied to her whim was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had always loved the sight of her mouth, the way it curved into a smile, the way it tasted when they kissed, but now it had become a source of both torment and ecstasy.
As the commercial break ended, and the TV show she had been watching ended, she looked away from the screen and back at him, her eyes smoldering. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, and she reached for the TV remote. With a decisive click, the television went dark, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the symphony of their shared breaths and the wet sound of his strokes. She leaned over, the scent of her perfume mingling with the musk of his arousal, and plucked three more crackers from the dish, placing the dish delicately in front of his erection.
“You can finish before these three crackers are gone,” she said, her voice a siren’s call that sent shivers down his spine. The rules had changed again, and the thrill of it had him on edge. She placed the first one into her mouth and slowly chewed one after the other, her cheeks bulging slightly as she crunched down on them, her gaze never leaving his.
Ron’s hand moved with a frenzy, his strokes erratic as the pressure built. He could feel his climax approaching like a freight train, barreling down the tracks of his desire, unstoppable. The sound of her chewing filled his ears, a symphony of crunches that seemed to crescendo with every stroke he took. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Judith watched him with a smug smile, enjoying the power she held in her mouth. She had never felt so in control, so alive with the simple act of feeding him a snack while he pleasured himself for her amusement. As the last cracker disappeared, she leaned in, her eyes locking onto his, her chewing deliberately slower. The air between them was electric, charged with the anticipation of his release.
With a final stroke, Ron’s body tensed, and he exploded with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of their home. He watched in amazement as ropes of cum shot out, arcing through the air to land on the dish, covering the remaining crackers with a warm, sticky emblem of his pleasure. His hand trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep himself from collapsing.
Judith’s eyes widened at the spectacle before her, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of the cum-covered crackers. She had never seen him quite so…enthusiastic. Standing up with a grace that belied her age, she stepped over to him, her movements as deliberate as a cat stalking its prey. She picked up the dish, holding it out to him with a flourish.
“Looks like you’ve earned your dinner,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Better eat up, darling. It’s all yours.”
Ron looked at her, his breath still ragged from his climax. The crackers, now a mess of crumbs and cum, were the last thing on his mind. But the glint in her eye told him she wasn’t joking. He took the dish from her, his hand shaking slightly. The absurdity of the situation hit him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He had never felt so…used. But in a way that was thrilling, that made him feel like he was still the man she had married all those years ago. He picked up a cracker, the sticky mess coating his fingertips.
“You know,” she said, her laughter subsiding into a playful smirk, “you really do reap what you sow.” With a wink, she placed the remote on the armrest and stood up, her robe billowing around her like a dark cloud. “I’m going to go enjoy the rest of that salmon,” she said over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the room.
Ron watched her go, his mind racing. He couldn’t believe she had turned the tables on him so masterfully. But as he stared at the cum-soaked crackers, a strange sense of satisfaction filled him. He knew he could not let them go to waste. They were his favorite, after all. He picked up one with a grin, the warm mess of his desire coating his fingers. He took a bite, the salty taste of himself mingling with the blandness of the cracker. It was peculiar, but he found it oddly thrilling—like a secret shared between them that no one else would ever know.
Eating those crackers would never be the same again.
