A Very Berry Sundae

"I'll be home soon."

Checking in with my wife. She told me to tell her when I'm on my way home, said something about a surprise. I felt a faint vibration in my pants -- she sent me a response.

"Hope u saved room 4 dessert"

What the... She's not much of a baker. Wonder what her surprise is -- wonder how it's going to taste. I slid my phone back into my pocket and continued on home.

I put my key in the door and turned the lock, walking into a dimmed foyer.
"Honey, I'm home!"
It was so cliché, especially since I was coming home to a surprise dessert. Speaking of...
I sniffed the air. No scent of baked goods.
"She cheated..." I mused quietly.
Again I felt a vibe from below the belt.

"Cum upstairs"

Damn her and her shorthand.
I put my phone on the hallway table and made my way upstairs, stripping along the way.
The lights were dimmed throughout the whole house, lit just enough to see the stairs once my eyes adjusted.
I slid off my blazer, hanging it over the banister, instantly feeling more relaxed. I untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt as I made my way up the stairs.
By the time I reached our bedroom, my shirt was completely unbuttoned, my chiseled chest exposed, my shirt throwing playful shadows over my muscles.
When I walked into the room, my breath escaped me instantly, not to mention something again stirred in my pants -- except this time it wasn't my phone.
My wife was waiting for me on the bed, naked, save for a scoop of ice cream between her gorgeous breasts, which each had their own topping of whipped cream and maraschino cherries. On her abdomen was a playful design of arrows pointing south, drawn in chocolate syrup.
Dessert indeed!
"Good God, woman! You've quite literally turned yourself into my sundae, haven't you?"
"Do you like? Why don't you come have a taste?"
As I approached my deliciously decorated wife I unbuckled and dropped my pants and threw off my shirt.
Being as careful as I could be, given my excitement, I straddled my delicate dessert. I grabbed her head in my hand and pressed my lips against her bronzed lips, which, much to my surprise, were not bronzed but were lightly coated with caramel.
Her body heat was causing the ice cream on her heaving chest to rapidly melt, further outlining her breasts underneath the whipped cream.
I quickly licked up the ice cream, occasionally cleaning away the whipped cream from her supple tits.
Before finishing off her chest, I took each cherry stem between my teeth and placed the fruit between her lips. She opened her mouth just enough to allow her tongue to escape and grasp the juicy red ball. Her tongue swirled around the fruit before she reached up with her teeth to draw it completely into her mouth.
I kissed her more, tasting the caramel once again before going back down to her bosom. I took each nipple into my mouth, tasting the lightly flavoured flesh, rolling my tongue around in much the same teasing manner, rubbing and probing the ball, gently biting and pulling each sweet pebble.
As I moved myself down her body I realized that my erection had smeared the intricate design she had drawn on her belly, but the message was not lost. With my tongue leading the way, I cleaned off her stomach and continued further down to her other lips.
She spread her legs while I positioned myself at her lower mouth. I took her small button between my teeth and gently tugged. A small gasp escaped as her hips bucked. I toyed with the piece of flesh more, licking and sucking a second longer before continuing further between her legs and probing gently.
My tongue came up against something small and round. I drew it out of her and into my mouth. It tasted mostly of her juices, but also slightly bitter. It was soft so I instinctively bit into it. Pussy flavoured blueberry!
"Are you enjoying, Dear?" My wife purred.
"As much as you are, my Sweet!"
I continued to coax my desert out of my wife, her legs spread wide around me, my tongue buried deep inside her.
The more her hips bucked, the deeper inside her the berries rolled. I struggled to reach them but found I could not with my tongue alone.
I moved my mouth an inch north, focusing my tongue on her flesh berry, and with my fingers I reached inside her, hooking the berries and her inner walls. After I had brought the last berries closer to her opening, I moved my mouth back to her nether lips and collected the fruit in my mouth.
When I had finished my dessert, I moved up and kissed my wife. The taste of her pussy and berries still fresh on my tongue now mingling with the caramel from her luscious lips.
She reached down and stroked my dick before abruptly stopping. "You've got chocolate all over your cock," she said as she seductively placed her finger in her mouth and sucked. "Lay down so I can clean you off."
I complied as she hovered over me, kissing my body as she lowered herself to my throbbing member. Her tongue glided around my shaft, the warm, moist muscle sending chills up my spine. She continued to lick every inch while her hands massaged my balls. Before long she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her mouth went up and down my dick, her tongue around my shaft, seemingly grabbing it. One hand came up from my balls and firmly gripped my dick, massaging and stroking it while she sucked me.
This was too much for me as I soon exploded spunk into her mouth. She took me deeper into her mouth so she wouldn't drip any and continued to milk my dick for more while she expertly drank it down.
After she had run me dry she glided her tongue up my dick, cleaning up the last drops of missed chocolate and jizz.
She lifted her head to look at me and seductively licked her lips.
"Mmm... Chocolate flavoured cum... My favourite," she purred.

Ah, my wife, the sex kitten.