Creampie in the ice-cream

My husband used to travel on business trips from time to time. We love each other a lot, we love to have sex a lot, and we love to do kinky stuff from time to time.

Once he was about to go on a business trip for a week and I told him that I was about to make a home ice-cream with his semen and eat it while he is on the business trip. He liked the idea a lot, so we started to collect his semen in the freezer.

Usually after having sex he finished inside my vagina and I put an espresso cup underneath to let it drip inside. We had a lot of sex the week before and for 6-7 days we managed to collect a bit more than 4 oz of his semen (we had sex at least twice every day for 6 days in a row).

My ice-cream recipe was very simple: beat cream to foam, add condensed milk, and vanilla - mix everything well. After that you have to beat the semen to foam and add it to the mixture with some maple syrup. After that you can flavor the ice-cream as you like. Usually, I make four or five flavors: banana & chocolate, berries & honey, cocoa & rum & nuts, green tea & mint & chocolate, yogurt & honey & biscuits. Five boxes with different flavors inside.

It was a hot summer, so one day I took one of the boxes at work and ate some after lunch with an espresso thinking about my husband... The whole experience made me feel quite wet and I could not wait to return home, to take a shower and to play with my dildo while talking on the phone with him.

I thought that I was alone in that coffee corner but suddenly many colleagues came in and started to ask me about my ice-cream and where I took it from. I said that it was hand-made and tried to close the topic quickly. Maybe it was too hot for everyone to ignore the ice cream but they started to make intrusive jokes that I did not wanted to share my ice-cream with them.

I felt a bit fed up of arguing and offered them to try it. There were 6 colleagues who split 1lb of ice cream that day. They loved it and asked if I can bring more on the next day. I brought additional 2 lb on the next day and they ate it in no time. I was smiling slightly while observing men and women eating the ice cream with great appetite while talking to each other and commenting gossips and the ice-cream flavors.

The most funny moment for me was when one of the most irritating female colleagues tried to guess the ingredients in the cocoa flavor.
"I feel a slight note of saltiness ...", she commented.
"Oh yeah... this is from the nuts.", I assured her.
"Aha... roasted and a bit salty... interesting", she licked her lips.

Some wanted me to give them the recipe. I gave them the basic one and told them to use their creativity for the flavors.

The moral of the story? - Never interrupt a woman while she eats her ice cream.