Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Food Hello my name is Jennifer and I'm 22 and here's the weirdest day of my life but also one of the best. I'm a brunette and I have green eyes, I work out daily so I'm in toned condition. I was undertaking the washing up in the morning and I look at my husband's t-shirt and there were white marks near the bottom of it. It was suspicious, it looked like semen but in the time we've been married we've refrained from masturbating at all. We did this because it would heighten the experience during sex and we've managed to do it for the duration of two years, ever since our wedding day. I approached my husband, Jeff who was in the study room where he was sorting through the paper work. Jeff was a jet-black haired person with blue eyes who also worked out he was about 23. We were the perfect couple according to most but we were an ordinary pair I think. We don't have any strange fetishes or anything; we were the kind who enjoyed a long hard shag together. This is what I initially thought of Jeff but he did have a dirty little secret, one that was weird indeed but I enjoyed it later on. "Hey," I greeted. "Hi, Hon what's up?" He acknowledged. "I found one of your shirts with a stain on it, a white stain. Have you been visiting Madam Palm and her five lovely daughters?" I said. "Hmm I wouldn't dare betray our agreement, maybe it's some yoghurt?" He retorted. I had never thought of that, maybe I was being a little paranoid. I swiftly removed the thought of the stain from my head soon enough. It was only later I could sense his lies and would begin thinking of horrible things like he had been having an affair or that's another man's semen. It clouded my mind; I would have to catch him but I had to go to work. * * * * * It was at 3:15pm that my best friend and work mate came to me whilst working and announced that we got to go home early because of weather conditions and it wouldn't be safe to stay in the building. So I took my car home and wanted to address my spouse and tell him the good news. I kicked off my high heels and walked around barefoot, it was then I heard some moaning, sexual moaning. It was coming from the kitchen. I entered the kitchen and almost gasped at the sight, the sight of my husband using an extra large yoghurt pot on his penis (and I'm talking a huge pot). He was using it as lubricant and he didn't see me come into the room until he opened his eyes and saw me. He was petrified with fright; he was flabbergasted to see me home from work so early. "What the fu..." I tried to blurt out but he countered with: "I can explain," he said. "Go on then," I said. He spluttered with his words attempting to elucidate the situation but eventually he clarified what happened. He apparently had a fetish for using food as a sexual aid. He especially enjoyed that scene like in that movie where the couple feed each other with strawberries and other assortments of food. He put his jeans on and sulked his head in shame. I was intrigued by this strange fixation that Jeff had, perhaps I could share this obsession with him. This could be extremely erotic; I took him by the hand and brought him to the fridge and opened it. There were many delights in this haven what is called a fridge. So many things were going through my mind as I looked into the inside, many phallic objects and something for the lads. I picked out a strawberry and sensually ate it; I retrieved some orange juice and poured it over my white shirt. The liquid had made my shirt glow a radiant orange transparent colour. You could see through my shirt and I wasn't wearing a bra J. Jeff was looking in astonishment waiting for me to do something else. I striped off my shirt to show off my colossal DD breasts, Jeff merely gasped I could see his erection that was hiding behind his jeans that he recently put on. It seemed unnecessary for him to have put his jeans on then. I wanted to unsheathe him from his constraints that is his jeans. I pounced to his crotch and unzipped him, pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I started to suck on his erect cock, Jeff wasn't a big guy but he was just right. I instructed him to retrieve the most phallic item of food in the fridge whilst I sucked him off. He acquired a pickle. I positioned him to put it next to his penis and I sucked both his penis and the pickle simultaneously. Whilst I was giving him oral pleasure on my knees I unzipped my work skirt and let it fall down carelessly. I was left with just a pair of knickers on I was a proud exhibitionist and the only time I was ever naked was when I was alone and during sex (obviously), however there have been times when we've had clothed sex whilst on a plane (long story short: it was a weird shag while we were trying to join the mile high club). Anyway I took the final garment off leaving me completely nude, I let the panties linger in my fingers as they dropped to the floor. I instructed Jeff to position the pickle to my vagina as I laid on the kitchen floor. He thrusted the pickle into my pussy with great force, I squeaked at the green member entering me. My juices and the pickle juices were united in harmony, I was jubilant with every single shove. I was about to reach my peak the orgasm was seconds away. "AH AH AH AH AH OH OH OH AHHHHHHHH," I bellowed as my climax became apparent, I gave a sigh of relief after I had orgasmed, my body was still jerking with excitement. "Now it's your turn," I slyly said. I gazed into the fridge to find a certain pleasure that my husband could use like I did with my pickle. I obtained a half of melon, it had a hole I suppose and the soft fruit edges should provide enough joy. "Ok I want you to fuck this," I said with a noticeable grin. "You're joking right?" He questioned. "Nope, I trust you know what to do," I said still with that grin. I passed him the half melon with both hands and he held it for a while, confused what to do. The so-called food fetish was baffled on how to approach it, before he started to make love to the melon he decided to completely strip off. He placed his clothes on the floor next to mine; he had a semi on which should be turned into a full on erection when he would get started. He sited the melon on his crotch and began to drive his penis into it. I asked him how it was fucking a melon; he said it was how it would imagine it to be like. It was simply fucking a melon; you could feel the fruit squish he said. It was his turn to reach climax. "Uh Uh Uh...what do I do when I cum? Just...uh...cum in the melon?" He said whilst grunting. "Yeah do it, I want to taste it afterwards." I said. "Uh ok...OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM," he yelled as he splurted his thick load into the melon. I was awaiting my treat, but Jeff was thrusting away unloading the rest of his jizz. He fell to the ground after so much satisfaction with the melon still stuck to his crotch. I grabbed the melon as he laid there on the ground and began to lick the inside, slurping all the juices and semen out of it. My mouth was all sticky from the remnants of the melon; I licked my lips to the delights of my husband's load. It was time for the real fun to start I straddled Jeff whilst he was still on the floor in pleasure which had not concluded just yet. He was quite surprised when he felt me get on top of him. I grabbed his cock to insert it into my vagina swiftly; his dick was still pulsating from the earlier experience. It was bliss feeling this new practice and I didn't want it to end; I had to continue it by using another item of food. Whilst I was humping Jeff and moving my body to the rhythm I grasped a cucumber from the opened fridge. I twirled around bearing my arsehole to Jeff and told him to stick the cucumber up there he did so. It was so good feeling double penetrated; of course I had never been double penetrated. However I had been fucked up the arse before, it had been about two months since I last had been bum loved. It was certainly sensitive and it almost tickled; yet it still hurt a tiny bit. "AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH," I moaned with happiness, this was the life. The sensitivity of my arse got me to orgasm pretty quickly. "OOOOOOHHHHHH," I shouted at the top of my lungs, Jeff kept thrusting, which prolonged the orgasm and even gave me multiple orgasms. "Wait I have to come," said Jeff. "Get the yoghurt," I objected, Jeff looked extremely puzzled, "Just trust me." He got a yoghurt and spoon, "cum over my face along with the yoghurt." I wanked him off whilst he held the dairy product. SPLURT, the first squirt came out and got me on the cheek, it dripped down to the corner of my mouth. At this time Jeff had sloshed the creamy desert over my face. Mixed together with the semen it proved to be a scrumptious delicacy. Tasty.