The Great Whipped Cream Debate of 2012

Hub: Oh, you actually brought it up.
Me: Umm... yeah! Of course.
H: OK. I'm ready for it.
M: Here it comes. It might be cold...
Sssspppllluurrrgghh Ssssppllluurrrggghh Ssssssspppllurrrrrrrggghhhhhhh
(That's the sound of drawing a smiley face around his groin in spray whipped cream.)
H: Ohhh, a little bit cool, but it's OK. Nothing seems to be going into hiding because of it.

So, now you're all thinking this is going to be a run down of a kinky blow job that I gave my husband
that involved a lot of whipped cream. Sorry. No.

Long story short:

Lick. Lick. Moan. Moan.

Suck. Lick. Slurp.

Switched it up.

Whipped cream on my nips...

Sssspppllluurrrggghh Ssssppllluurrrgggghh

Lick. Lick. Suck. Moan. Moan.

Sexy times.

Kind of sticky but fairly good. An overall B+/A-

We were lying in bed afterwards, extraordinarily comfortable when the question came up...

H: Are you going to put the whipped cream away?

M: Can you do it?

H: I really don't want to get up. I will pay you 20 bucks if you do it!

M: TWENTY BUCKS? I can just let it go bad and buy a new one... or four.

H: Ugh! Fine. Let it go bad. I don't care.

M: Don't get so touchy. I know it's annoying you. I have to get up to shower anyway; I'll do it.

H: You could have led with that.

M: Where's the fun in that?

H: How old are you?

M: Old enough to lick whipped cream off your balls.

H: Classy.

M: I didn't hear you complaining, darling.

(I get up to go downstairs, putting on my robe)

I'm still holding you to that 20 bucks though. 

THIS CHANGES NOTHING, MOTHERFUCKER!

Oh, and by the way, there's still enough for another go, just saying.

H: We'll see. When's the expiry date?

M: Not for another couple weeks.

H: Then ask me again in 2 weeks.

M: Humfph.

So, did I climax? 

If, when 'climax' refers to when I filled my mouth with whipped cream directly from the bottle
before returning it to the fridge? Ohhhhh, baby! Fuck yeah, I did!

Sssssssssppppppllluurrrrrrrgggghh...