Squid Tested

Purely by chance I got the opportunity to test some raw squid on Saturday, to see if I agreed with my husband's assertion that its smell resembles semen. 

We had spent the day helping our son and partner move into their new house at short notice, there were lots of helpers but lots to do and it was all go, no removal company instead he'd borrowed a large van from his partner's dad. We'd started earlier than the rest and P and son had between them shifted most of the heavy bulky items, P had been quite insistent on forging ahead not waiting for more muscle to arrive. He admitted later that he'd been out of breath a couple of times, he's still fit but not planning to go into the removals business any time soon. He had aches Sunday morning:)

Anyway we were both happy to help but there were so many people buzzing around by late afternoon it was a case of 'too many cooks' and we left around six o'clock, a bit dirty and a bit sweaty, it's only a half hour drive and I asked P if we should get cleaned up when we got back and pop into town as we didn't have anything to eat. He didn't want to and said he'd drive past Aldi and pick up some steaks (their ribeyes are currently superb) and salad. He did and then five minutes unexpectedly pulled into Waitrose which is directly on our route home, he said I needn't get out of the car he'd only be two minutes; he returned with a white plastic bag in his hand, New Zealand squid. Why do Waitrose import NZ squid, what's wrong with UK squid, I asked him. He didn't know. 

We got home and P went into the kitchen, he wanted to pop some potatoes in the oven and cut the squid into rings and let it dry a bit while he was cleaning up. He said I should grab a shower while he was doing it but instead I quickly went to the bathroom and washed my hands then went into the kitchen and stood close up behind him, slipped my arms around him and dipped my fingers into the squid slime on the chopping board. I put them up to my nose and made a hmmm sound. He knew what I was doing of course, and asked me 'Well, what do you think, don't you agree it smells like semen?' I didn't answer for a while.

'Not sure,' I said and moved my hand down to the zipper on his shorts, 'perhaps if I could test them side by side I could make a better judgement.' His cock was stirring, I didn't think it would take long to get a sample.

'Naughty girl,' said my husband, ' you'll get slime over my shorts.

'They're for the wash, don't worry about it,' I replied. 'Perhaps I could get you to shoot onto the chopping board,' I laughed. His cock stiffened. Then he turned round and bent me across a kitchen stool and spanked me a few times. He told me to stay there while he put the squid in some some kitchen towel, then he said 'Right, naughty girl, if you won't go and take a shower when you're told to, I'll have to take you upstairs myself and you're very luck you didn't get your bottom smacked a lot more than you just did.' I didn't think that was particularly lucky.

He marched me upstairs and we showered together and he lathered for the two of us and his cock was like a flagpole and I was about to bend down and lick the suds off it when he turned me round and told me to hold onto the shelf. 'But I wanted some semen,' I purred, '...for comparison.'

'You're going to get semen,' said my husband, 'you can compare another time.' I managed to get out a feigned 'Ooh P, what do you mean?' and then his cock was in me and I squealed with delight.

We had a very nice meal about forty minutes later.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx 

Good job I like squid

"It smells like squid," said my husband as I smeared a blob of his semen across his lips. I'd just been spanked for wilful naughtiness and made to take a gobful of it, kneeling at his lap with my knickers at my thighs and my bottom seething. I laughed and nearly sputtered some of it onto the open fly of his shorts, then swallowed in one to avoid such a waste. I smelled the fingers that had just coated his lips then bent further down and licked the end of his shaft, still yummy with post ejaculation dribbles.

"Not to me is doesn't," I purred.

"Well you're not familiar with the natural smell of squid, I do the preparing and I can assure you it does," he said licking his lips. "You only do the eating and when it's cooked it's different," he added.

I was so horny I couldn't get enough of it, I wanted to keep him hard so that he'd fuck me after a little breather, I asked him if he'd got any more but he said I'd had a good gobful (not one of my words) and to be grateful for it. The bastard. I whimpered that I needed more so he pulled me back up across his lap and spanked me again, hard, for about five minutes switching hands as required to maintain continuity. That's a long spanking with no punctuation for verbal reprimand, play or dirty talk and I was wriggling, begging and banging the floor with my fists it was so bloody hot. Good job our neighbours were out because I made a lot of noise.

When he stopped he rested his hand on my backside, I could sense its weight but not feel its shape, the outrageous heat in my bottom was overpowering. He asked me if I still needed more and oh god I was tempted to just push my bottom up and be cheeky and say yes please sir! Beg him to spank me so hard the lust would subside and give me peace at least for a while. He knew what I really wanted though, he touched between my legs and I almost exploded, he laughed and grabbed my thigh holding me still so I couldn't grind against him. 

"Please..." I whimpered.

"I'll deal with you later," he said and patted my bottom dismissively. Oh god if I'd been wearing my knickers I'm sure a damp spot would have appeared instead of the little trickle I felt.

I got off his lap and pulled them up awkwardly, making a fuss and pouting as I pulled them over my swollen cheeks. Oh I'd make sure he dealt with me later.

When we were talking downstairs later with mugs of tea I asked him what my wilful naughtiness had been, he said he couldn't remember. I feigned shock and said "What you spanked me like that and you can't even remember what for? Gosh I can't imagine when you do remember." I shuffled in my seat, the lust was returning already, it had never really subsided. As for the squid I made a mental note to check it out next time we're having some. I do love it, perhaps now I know why:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx