Making a Mess: Spit near the House of Mouse
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Given the time it’s taking stories to be published, I’m sure it’ll be a while before you all read this, but we just got back from Disney World.
This was our third vacation this summer. The first was a trip to an adults-only resort in Jamaica, which we went on with another couple. The second was a drive up the coast in NorCal and Oregon. This third one was a trip to Orlando to visit Disney and Universal, and we took along my step-daughter Ashley and her friend Claire. (As always, none of the names are real.) They’re both 16, so when they said they wanted to go do stuff on their own, we were all for it.
That gave us an afternoon alone, so it was the perfect opportunity for what happened next.
Cal and I are . . . well, we’re filthy. You know that. And some filthy action was what I was craving. This time, I wanted his spit all over my body.
This is how I got it. Enjoy!
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I need you to spit in my fucking mouth.
I sent the text to Cal as he was considering letting Ashley and Claire go off on their own.
When his phone dinged, he took one look at it and crumbled. He told the girls to go, but to keep in touch every so often.
Ashley gave me that look with the slightest hint of a smirk, like she was telling me, “You’re welcome, Cindy.” She knew what was up.
Then we left downtown Disney, just the two of us.
I don’t think Mickey would approve of what I was about to let my husband do to me in that resort room.
We’d just come back from the parks, my thighs slick from heat and walking, my sundress clinging to me like it knew what was coming. There was no bra in the way, letting the fabric swish softly over my nipples. And Cal . . . Daddy . . . He was in those jeans that hugged him just right, and a tee that showed his arms. He looked like he could wreck me with a look. And honestly? He did.
The moment the door shut, he grabbed my chin, lifted it, and smirked like he owned me—because he does.
“You’re dripping,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I bit my lip. “Maybe I need Daddy to spit on me—cool me off.”
His hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back so my mouth fell open like muscle memory. I didn’t have to ask again. He leaned over, let the thick, slow string of spit fall from his lips onto my tongue. I tasted him. Warm. Sharp. Mine.
“Good little mouth,” he growled. “Swallow it.”
I did. With a moan. Like it was wine. Like it was what I’d longed for all day. Maybe it was.
“You’re such a dirty little wife, aren’t you?”
I nodded with his spit still sliding down my throat. “Yours,” I said. “Just a slut for Daddy’s spit.”
He pushed me back onto the bed, that white comforter a perfect backdrop for the mess I wanted to become. He didn’t even undress me. Just flipped the hem of my sundress up and saw the tiny soaked spot on my panties. He grinned like he’d found buried treasure.
“Spread your legs and ask me for it.”
I obeyed. Legs wide. Head tilted back again. “Please, Daddy. Spit on your slut.”
Fuck. He got close, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath on my clit, and he spit again.
“Ahh,” I said, my hands coming to his hair as he licked my pussy. I could tell he was tasting the wet spot on the panties.
He picked his head up and spit without aiming, hitting my left tit. He ripped my panties open and began eating me out.
“You taste like you need cock,” he said. “Want this dick?”
Hell yes! But I said, “Drench me in spit first.”
He tilted his head and spit again; this time, it got the bottom of my chin and neck. He stood up and then grabbed my hand to guide me to my knees.
I held my tits for his viewing pleasure, and he spit on them several times. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig, then tilted my head back.
“Open your slutty mouth, Cindy.” I obeyed him, and he put his hand beneath my chin, then slid two fingers of the other into my mouth.
He was slow at first. He was pulling spit from the back of my mouth to his waiting hand. Then we made eye contact, and not that he needs permission to wreck me, but I nodded, letting him know I needed it.
He didn’t hesitate. Those two fingers were rammed over and over and over into my throat as drool pooled and fell from my mouth to his hand. Then he took those fingers from my mouth and pinched the pooling spit. He gathered this rope-string of spit and laid it over my face.
“Thank you, daddy,” I said as he did it again and again.
“Slut,” was all he said before he smeared his hand over my face. Then he lowered it to my neck. As he squeezed lightly, he spit in my right eye, and I giggled, knowing it was on purpose.
“What?” he asked as he watched me drool.
I brought my hand up, the fingers glistening and creamy. “This is how wet you make me, Daddy.”
“And that’s just from spit. Fuck, I married a slut,” he said and bent over.
I met him halfway in an open-mouthed spit-drool flavored kiss. I licked his face, leaving a spit trail. Then I spit in his mouth. He swallowed and spit on my tongue as it hung from my mouth. The spit dropped to my tits.
“You want those tits glistening, don’t you?” he said.
Before I could answer, his face was buried between my breasts, and I could feel his tongue on my skin. He grabbed my tit and sucked on my nipple. Then he spit on the other one before he continued sucking. I drooled down my tit as he sucked, and he let it into his mouth.
“Still don’t think you should call me mommy, suckling like that?” I teased him.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the ground with my tits pointing toward the ceiling.
“I’m Daddy. You’re my little slut. Doesn’t matter how big those tits are,” he replied.
I reached for his cock. I don’t know when he pulled his zipper down, but he had to because of his erection.
“You sure, Daddy? I could make a naughty Mommy for you. Besides Mommy and Daddy…” He spit into my mouth before I could finish.
His cock slid between my tits. He’s so big!
I spit on his tip every time it came up. “I love you, Daddy,” I said and opened my mouth, tongue out.
My phone dinged, normally off limits during sex, but our teenager was park hopping with a friend.
From Ashley: Just wanted to warn you, we’re coming to the suite. We need our bikinis
Cool, was all I replied.
“Cum all over your slut, paint your slutty Latina white,” I begged as he pumped between my tits.
“Not yet. I want to fuck that pussy.”
I pushed him off and lay on the bed. I brought my legs behind my head and opened my cunt for him. “Hurry, Ashley is on her way up.”
“Don’t talk about her while-”
I grabbed his dick and stroked with a hand full of spit. “While what, Daddy?”
He just slid in and started pounding. His rhythm slowed, and he pulled one of my legs to the front to suck on the toes as he stretched my cunt.
“You’re so fucking bad,” he said.
Then I took my other leg from behind my head—it took effort—and wrapped it around his back. I squeezed my pussy tight, and he tensed.
“That’s right, I’m going to make you cum like it’s my only job, Daddy,” I growled.
“Fuuuuuck,” he pulled out and straddled me. I spit on his cock and grabbed the shaft as the first rope splattered my face. I slurped his cock into my throat, and he finished after several more ropes.
With my mouth flooded, I swallowed, even though I was in the mood to spit.
I slid out from under him and kissed him when I was standing again.
“I love you, babe,” he said.
“I love you too,” I gathered my things and headed toward the bathroom.
“You never shower that quickly after,” he said.
“Cal, we never share a room with your daughter and her friends either. Get dressed.”
I showered and got ready for dinner but was upset when an entire 45 minutes went by before Ashley and Claire showed up to change.
“Looks like you could have spit that cum out and played like you wanted,” Cal said after Ashley left.
“When we get home, and she goes back to her mom’s, you’re mine,” I said.
And Cal, he just smirked.
*I need you to spit in my fucking mouth * I sent a text to Cal as he was considering letting Ashley and Claire go off on their own.
His phone dinged, he looked at it and told the girls to keep in touch every so often. Ashley gave me that look like she was telling me “you’re welcome Cindy.”
Then we left downtown Disney, just the two of us
I don’t think Mickey would approve of what I let my husband do to me in that resort room.
We’d just come back from the parks — my thighs slick from heat and walking, my sundress clinging to me like it knew what was coming. No bra. Just the soft swish of fabric over my nipples. And Cal… Daddy… in those jeans that hugged him just right. The tee that showed his arms. He looked like he could wreck me with a look. And honestly? He did.
The moment the door shut, he grabbed my chin, lifted it, and smirked like he owned me. Because he does.
“You’re dripping,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I bit my lip. “Maybe I need Daddy to spit on me. Cool me off.”
His hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back so my mouth fell open like muscle memory. I didn’t have to ask again. He leaned over, let the thick, slow string of spit fall from his lips onto my tongue. I tasted him. Warm. Sharp. Mine.
“Good little mouth,” he growled. “Swallow it.”
I did. With a moan. Like it was wine. Like it was what I’d come for all day. Maybe it was.
“You’re such a dirty little wife, aren’t you?”
I nodded with his spit still sliding down my throat. “Yours,” I said. “Just a slut for Daddy’s spit.”
He pushed me back onto the bed, that white comforter a perfect backdrop for the mess I wanted to become. He didn’t even undress me. Just flipped the hem of my sundress up and saw the tiny soaked spot on my panties. He grinned like he found buried treasure.
“Spread your legs and ask me for it.”
I obeyed. Legs wide. Head tilted back again. “Please, Daddy. Spit on your slut.”
I know this won’t be for everyone, but I love that this is who you are and that you have embraced it.
It was a hot story – raw, passionate, and unbridled. Loved it
Thank you so much. I love spit. There’s no point in pretending I don’t
Sexy story. That much spitting is not our kink but some spit on tits and drool on pussy or cock during oral sex certainly is! I will droll on my Melody’s nipples or use lube on them and do what we call “tip on nip.” Meaning I pump my rod and rub my tip on her nipple as she buzzes her clit with a vibrator. Sometimes she also has a G spot vibrator in her pussy at the same time. Her tit gets soaked with precum and I’ll lick n suck off the slime. Sometimes in cunnilingus I will purposely soak her opening with my saliva before we have a pounding fuck. And during fellatio my wife slimes my dick with her saliva. And sharing some saliva during French kissing is sexy for us too!
So we can definitely relate to this story in many ways.
This story really is sexy n realistic n relatable too! It can be tricky finding time alone with spouse when traveling or vacationing with kids.
I think my favorite part of this story is that you two really know how to please each other sexually. You know what your spouse wants and give it to them. That’s part of the passion and joy of long-time married sex!
Thank you! We are so focused on pleasure
It is a rare occasion when something mentioned in a story like Bee’s here is something I haven’t or wouldn’t do. As you all know from my 24 stories in this forum, Jim and I are very adventurous and love to flaunt our bodies when together in public, but this spitting thing has little appeal to me. It’s cool, however Bee, that you two get off on it!
On the other hand, when giving Jim “deluxe head” as he calls it, i spit on his big, thick shaft alot during my passionate blowjobs – but that’s a purely friction thing.
Anyway, thanks for your hot story!
Love your stories Bee! Also love how wild you and your hubby are together! Hope you’ll share many more hot and wild times!! 🔥🔥🔥!
Spit grosses me out so I wouldn’t be turned on by that… but your story did get me thinking about golden showers. Any wives into pee pee play? 😁
The spit kink really started via oral sex
Wonderful story!
Hey, I need some tips! How do I get my wife to be this hot and slutty for me? What are some things I can do to encourage her slutty side.
She can be very slutty but I would want her to be slutty more often.
Thanks.
First talk to her about it. When Cal and I got married, I was already a slut, If anything or struggle has been staying monogamous after getting saved. Second, be desirable to all women but only be hers. She’ll want to please you more knowing other women desire you. But most importantly, be desirable to her.
Bee, your stories have been the fuel for many and orgasm that I've had. It doesn't take long before I'm either getting a toy or just sitting there with my legs spread and my hand inside my panties.
I've shared that over the years my husband M. and I have had the policy that if one of us wants to try something as long as it's acceptable scripturally, safe, and legal we will do it. If one of us doesn't enjoy it we try to figure a way to tweak it and make it work; if not, we throw it out.
Many things have stayed in our repertoire over the years, but spitting is not one of them. We tried it in different settings including dominant/submissive, and neither one of us felt comfortable with it. But in the end, it doesn't matter because not everything works for everybody. If it's what gets you guys going, go for it.
Otherwise I still adore you both and always look forward to your stories.
Lady L. ❤️💋💋
Thank you for sharing. Seems like this isn’t for most people
Bee,
FUCK, that was just WILD!!
Although portions of that story might have been a bit "too" wild for my tastes, if God brings me a wife that is turned on in that way, then I could accommodate her sometimes. 😉
As I mentioned in one of my comments shortly after joining MH, one of my absolute favorite "AVE" scenes is when the wife looks directly at the camera and tells the men in her audience, "I like to get fucked." Immediately after that, she has to wipe the drool from her chin!!
It's not the drool itself that turned me on. It was the fact that SHE was so turned-on that she could not control herself, and it was made visibly evident by her drooling. (Bee: in an interesting note, the idea of you reading this has me so turned on that I'm now stroking my dick with BOTH hands — and it's dripping with pre-cum. My heavy balls are bouncing up and down like they have not done in a long time.)
And now… it's time for my imaginary next wife to take some of her drool, lubricate my dick with it, and then jack me off until I cum all over her pretty face. 😉
It’s really hard for me not to just play along with this. Hope you came so well. Glad you enjoyed the story so much
Oh wow, that was so erotic and raw! Love the dynamic you two share, freely pouring out your passion on each other! Spit play isn't something I find arousing, but the overall idea of sharing fluids together definitely is! Oof, now I'm imagining all kinds of hot things with my future husband! Thank you for the inspiration!
U R Welcome!