Sated, Sore and Exhausted

The recovery from two solid days of doing nothing but making love, eating and sleeping is akin to resting with a severe hangover except my body feels simultaneously exhausted and amazing (and sore)! Since the kids left for the weekend to have a getaway with my sister and brother-in-law (it was an unscheduled skiing weekend). Since we had no plans and had so little time together as a couple, all we did was stay home.

Within five minutes of the car pulling out of our driveway, taking our kids to the other side of the state, I was on my knees, extracting Paul’s cock from his jeans, caressing and stroking him and taking the head of his beautiful penis into my mouth.  As soon as I developed a steady rhythm sucking and licking up and down his shaft with the large head of his cock moving from my lips to my throat, I began to feel small quivers and pulses of his pre-ejaculate being released onto my tongue. Oh my goodness, how sweet the taste! I continued to suck and savor his cock and after a few more minutes, his thighs tensed and his penis swelled, stiffened and grew intensely hot. I knew that he was about to erupt. Suddenly, pulse after delicious pulse of cum fired into my mouth like machinery in motion.  He flooded me and I struggled to do my best at retaining his load in my mouth (which is difficult to do with my mouth forced wide to hold my lips around his thickness).

Paul did something next that he hasn’t done for me in years. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, kissing me along the way as we shared his cum in our kisses. Feeling his tongue sweeping inside of my mouth as he takes semen from me into his hungry, eager lips. We both swallowed his creamy goodness as he sat me on the bed and began to slide my jeans down my thighs. The sly smirk of delight that lit up his face showed me his approval that I had no panties on in anticipation of our time together. With my jeans around my ankles and me seated on the corner of the bed, right at the edge, Paul spread my legs apart as far as he could and moved headlong towards my pussy. His hands slid around the outside of my thighs as his tongue began to dance around my labia with slight contact. His warm breath was so discernible and gave away his heavy breathing, ignited by his excitement. I peered around his head to see that his cock was fully erect and was still leaking remnants of the blowjob that I finished moments before. I wanted to reach down to retrieve the drips but I was getting lost in my husband’s touch and attention.

I was struck by a series of small orgasms as Paul moved me closer towards the larger release. As I drew closer and closer, my cries of pleasured anguish would have shocked the kids awake had this been any other evening with the kids in bed asleep. Just before reaching my climax, Paul pushed me to my back, ripping my jeans from my feet and plunged his cock inside of me in one fluid motion. Before I could tell him, “no!” he was moving his cock towards my depths. I drew my legs back to give him room to penetrate me entirely. Even though my climb towards my release had momentarily stalled, Paul’s fucking (the most intense and driven love-making) was driving me to that release. I wanted him to fuck me harder and cried out to him, “fuck me, baby! Please don’t stop!” I cried out. “Please fuck me! Make me cum, baby!” I could sense my husband was getting closer and I hoped that I could get there before he did. I let go of all thoughts – my mind was blank and yet entire focused on the sensations that were overwhelming my insides. The ticklishness was radiating from my clitoris and from deep inside of me and it was near-painful. I wanted it to stop and continue. I looked into Paul’s eyes, seeing the love and passion pouring out of him and into me drove me over the edge and I lost complete control of my body.

“Oh baby!” Paul exclaimed before I lost all awareness. I was transported as if I was drawn into my husband like medicine drawn into a syringe, combining with his body, mind and soul. Suddenly, I became aware again as my husband’s cock began to throb almost erratically. Paul was screaming unintelligibly as his semen escaped from his body and into mine, our souls once again combining but this time within me. Sheer heaven. Paul continued to thrust inside of me with his pace and stroke slowing and moving more shallow as he calmed. He leaned down to kiss me, pressing his chest against my breasts. We were drenched in sweat and the feel of his wet skin felt good, the slickness matching what was inside of me. We kissed and rested. Paul would move slightly and pause, his cock was still hard inside of me. I could feel his semen started to leak out as it ran down my ass and began to collect on the sheets. “Baby?” I said softly. “You need to get down there before we make a mess of the bed.” Paul pulled his still-hard cock out of me and moved down to enjoy his prize.

 

Slowly, Paul licked and slurped the combination of his semen and my wetness. The cool air moving over my sweat-soaked body started to give me a shiver. My husband’s licking continued. He inserted a finger or two inside of me, sweeping out the creamy mixture, taking the large amounts into his mouth. Soon, he was sucking and flicking my hyper-sensitive clitoris sending me climbing towards another orgasm.

 

 

This continued well into the night. We would sleep for a few hours and begin again. By morning, I was exhausted and sticky from sweat and cum. Paul’s face was coated in our juices and with every kiss, we were enjoying what our bodies were making for each other’s pleasure. We showered in the morning, ate and enjoyed the quiet. We drank our coffee and read for a bit before starting up once again. I have no idea or concept of time or how many orgasms I enjoyed and for that matter, I know that Paul’s last few orgasms this morning were entirely lacking semen. He said that they were almost uncomfortable to not have any cum to expel during ejaculation.

I am left sore. My clit is swollen and my vaginal canal is extremely tender hearkening back to the days when we were teenagers having intimacy marathons whenever either of our parents were gone overnight (we may have had a handful of sessions – nothing like this weekend). Our kids are almost home and we are both ready for a break from each other…

…until we get them to bed!!

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Starting The Year Off with the Right Mindset 

It is a VERY happy new year for Paul and me! The holidays were absolutely crazy and entirely beautiful despite my illness. No one else in our household caught my plague and I recovered enough to continue our plans and to be able to make love with my wonderful husband throughout most of the busy month.

With everyone returning to their schedules, the next few days will be both quiet.and busy. Aside from work and our children’s school, the evenings will be full of taking down all of the beautiful Christmas decorations. I forget how each post-holiday season is met with the sadness in seeing the wondrous lights and ornamentations throughout our town I’ve way to the normal, dreary winter plainness.

Instead of focusing on synthetic beauty, I will place my attention upon the visions of my husband’s face, eyes, smile, hands, thighs, legs, ass and that perfect cock! 

No, dear readers, I will spend my thoughts looking forward to giving Paul access to every part of my body and heart that he needs. Every moment that I can feel his touch, kiss and the warmth of his skin as I feel the weight of his body and the pressure of his cock moving deep inside of me will be cherished.

Those perfect minutes of the pulsing of my husband’s cock as he releases his gift into me followed by the pleasure of his amazing tongue and sexy lips over my vulva and clitoris and the sounds of his moans as he drinks our fluids from inside of me are incomparable. 

This will truly be a happy and wonderful new year!

Holiday Rundown: Sickness is Keeping Him from Me

This holiday season has been incredibly special for both Paul and me but the incessant schedule of activities and events has taken a toll on me. On the night of Christmas, I was so rundown and starting to feel achy, slightly feverish and congested and had was incapable of giving or receiving pleasure with Paul. 

I awoke Boxing Day morning with a full-blown cold and spent the day being pampered by my doting husband as he took care of everything; all of my needs as well as our kids. He is on the move with all of our commitmentsite and getting our kids to each of their activities. I am worried that he will soon be afflicted with this plague as he hadn’t slowed to rest. 

Thankfully, I am on the rebound and recovery and soon I will be able to receive from my husband but I fear that as I heal, he will be taken down by this vile disease, continuing our forced hiatus from intimacy. What I wouldn’t give to be spending mornings with his face buried between my thighs, right now!


We are heading to our new year and the hunger to give and receive release is beginning to mount within me (how I crave to have him mount me!). 


Soon, my love! Soon!

He’ll Be Cumming Down the Chimney, Down!

Merry Christmas dear readers!

It’s the holiday season
And Santa Claus has got a toy
For every good girl and good little boy
Santa’s a great big bundle of joy
When he’s coming down the chimney, down

He’ll have a big fat pack upon his back
And lots of goodies for you and for me
So leave a peppermint stick for old St. Nick
Hanging on the Christmas tree

I saw this lovely pic and it gave me such a wonderful idea for the beautiful holiday. It is the season of giving and since Santa is such a giver, I wanted to give him a little something. After Kris finishes stuffing the stockings, I will slide mine off and take out Santa’s special toy and give him a little motivation to delay his mission.

I can discern such a lovely smile behind that beard as I look up into his eyes. Unceasingly, I care for his toy when suddenly he begins to give to me, flooding my mouth with his own milky gift. I suppose that I might have to get Santa a little cookie to help him as I share his giving in the kiss that sends him off on his way.

Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year!!

XOXO
Melinda

May Your Holidays be Filled (with Joy and Happiness)!

Hello my sweeties!

I wanted to post a quick note to say to all of our readers and followers that I miss every one of you. Paul and I are enjoying the season that is filled with such love and joy with each other and our kids. We have been so busy making love…ok…we have been fucking each other like teenagers! 🙂

I can’t say this enough but I am blessed to have such a loving, caring and attentive husband and throughout these last few weeks, he continues to show me how a woman should be loved. I am so full of his warmth and the joy that we share even in the most stressful of days that can drag me down with such ease. Laying down and feeling Paul’s tongue and lips between my legs and his perfect cock inside me or in my mouth brings me back to contentment. Being filled with his semen settles me down (even though he cleans what he can from me) and restores me for another day.


It is my hope and prayer for each of you to have a Merry Christmas and the joy and love that you desire and need, especially in this season.

XOXO
Mel

The Season for Giving and Receiving: Mel and Paul Taking Time

Holiday Greetings to all of our readers and followers!

As Melinda wrote last week, this time of the year is borderline insanity for us in terms of the demands of our schedules. We are getting pulled from so many directions and though it may sound as if there are complaints interlaced within my commentary – there are none. This time of the year is loved and enjoyed by both of us and our children.  However, we also love to share our intimate lives within our blog.

Considering the aforementioned, Melinda and I will be taking a sabbatical from writing and posting here in order to focus on the season. There can be no doubt that we will be spending every moment that we can share together, giving each other the pleasure that we both crave, desire, need and enjoy from our partner. I foresee that there will be a moment or two that we experience that will be worthy of giving to you, our beloved readers. I also owe you my perspective of the fantasy that my sexy and gorgeous wife gave to me a short time ago.

 

If we can find a lull in the business, we will write and share the wonderful pleasures that we enjoy giving to each other. After all, this is the season of giving and sharing!

I can see Mel now, readying her gorgeous body with a sexy lingerie to impart the season of giving, snuggling with me by the fireplace as a precursor to the delicious Christmas delights that we will soon be enjoying; her exquisite and soft skin responding to the caresses of my hands, lips and tongue and her delicious touching of my chest, shoulders, arms and legs; the taste of her heavenly wetness slowly overtaking my senses as my lips and tongue pleasure her clitoris and pussy; the warmth of Mel hungrily taking me into her mouth. Every action and non-action of an evening that commences quietly and reaches a series of vocal tumult and pleasure-filled writhing and moving.

It is the melding of two bodies; two beings into a single sentient being and complete oneness.  The slow-building from calm as I lick from within her body the completion of each conclusive action; the essence of the physical love that is created and shared with eager kisses that serve to recommence the beauty of connection, once again. Giving and receiving is what we love and what we enjoy.

Happy and Merry Christmas!

Different Tasting Semen; Do Men Taste Different? Delivering on my Husband’s Fantasy

With the Holiday season beginning last week, life is taking Paul and me through more changes in terms of the time that we have available for each other. Schedules become so compressed and filled with activities as we prepare for each event that we have some measure of inescapable obligation to participate in that it leaves so little time for the what Paul and I both want and need from each other.

We have been finding ourselves spending time when we are not actively cuddling, kissing, embracing, making love or talking about intimacy. When we are apart from each other, we are increasingly exchanging sexy messages (I cringe at the term “sexting”) that often include explicit and very sexy pictures. Our marriage has continued to grow deeper as we gain confidence in being able to share ideas, desires and needs. Our conversations continue to bound into the areas of our fantasies and the interestst that extend our ideas and concepts of healthy boundaries and what we might be willing to entertain for the health of our intimacy. A while ago, Paul was bold enough to express one of his fantasies to me that had me thinking of how we could possibly accomplish this.

I don’t think that I am ready to experience another man making love to me nor do I think that I could ever allow another man’s cock to enter me, let alone allow his cum to flood my pussy. In wanting to give to my husband, I came up with an idea that would give him a sense of this and I wanted to surprise him with it while not letting on to what I was going to do. I needed to wait for the perfect timing and with our kids being away for sleep-overs, I knew what I wanted to do. Our children were planning on being at their friends after dinner and staying for the better part of the following Saturday morning and afternoon. Paul was planning on working in the yard and I wanted to get the house decorated for the holidays so the timing was right; the kids were gone and we were both at home.

I woke up early Saturday morning because I wanted to get an early start as I had a few pieces that I had in mind that I needed to pick up. I didn’t want to spend too long away so that I  would be able to give Paul a taste of his fantasy and still be able to get the house ready. The thought of having my husband so aroused by what I was going to give to him made me so excited and made my pussy dripping with wetness. I reached over to Paul and started to play with his morning hardness. I whispered into his ear that I needed him inside of me and squeezed his shaft in my grip. I felt a responsive throb in his cock as he turned towards me and positioned himself onto me. I still held his penis in my hand and pulled him, guiding the head of his cock past my lips. Paul pushed into me with a gentle, deep thrust and I pulled my knees back to allow him all the way inside. His moan mirrored mine as I felt him fill me with his entire length.

Morning sex is always a workout for us both. Paul was still groggy when he entered me and it takes him longer to reach his orgasm as his sensitivity is somewhat dulled by sleep. I started to get him more excited, telling him, “fuck me. baby! I need to feel your cock fuck me hard!” My husband is so gentle with me as he moves inside of my pussy. He doesn’t fuck me (like we have seen in porn movies) with any sort of robotic movements. His body motions synchronize with mine and we move together with singularity almost like two dancers. There is fluidity to how we make love but I know that my commands were turning him on and making him penetrate me more aggressively. I could feel the heat building inside of me as my husband drew nearer to his climatic pleasure. He started to slow, wanting to extend our time together, “No baby! I need to feel you cum!” I cried out. “Please let your cock cum inside of me now, baby!”

His breathing quickened and his cock grew so hard and suddenly began to pulse inside of me. He tightened his ass and legs and pushed deep into me as he came. His semen pumped into me and it felt wonderful to feel his release. He kept cumming. Though he was all the way inside of me, I could feel his semen flowing out of me around his shaft. I knew at that moment that my plans for him were going to be successful! I held Paul on top of me (and inside of me) for a bit as his breathing slowed. I felt his penis getting softer inside of me and I knew he was starting to fall back to sleep, his body completely relaxed from the release. I got up after a few more minutes and quickly showered, put on my make-up (as Paul would say, I got myself “dolled-up”) and got into my tight jeans and a form-fitting top. I felt sexy and wanted to look sexy for Paul, when I got back.

I got to the store and found what I was looking for and as I was walking up to pay, my phone vibrated. Paul sent me a sexy message and a pic of his hard cock. It appears that he wasn’t wanting to get outside to begin his work, just yet. Seeing his firm penis and knowing that he wanted me again stirred the excitement within me. I could feel Paul’s semen pooling in my panties already and now with my pussy getting wet, more of his cum was beginning to move downward. Trying to set the fantasy into motion, I didn’t respond to him. I paid for my things and walked to the car. Looking at the time on my phone, I realized that I had been away for almost two hours.  As I pulled out of the parking lot, my phone buzzed again. Since it had only been a few minutes since his last text, I knew that Paul was getting anxious. At the next stoplight, I peeked at my phone and saw yet another pic of his cock in the grip of his hand. “I want that!” I screamed in my head and proceeded as soon as the light changed.

I pulled into the driveway after 20 minutes and noticed that he not only texted me a few more times but had called me. He was asking where I was. He clearly forgot what my morning plans were. I grabbed my purse and bags and walked to the door. Before I could get my key into my hands to unlock it, Paul pulled the front door open almost angrily. “Where were you?” he asked with a near suspicious tone, “what have you been doing, babe?” my husband questioned. “Paul, I was shopping for a few decorations,” I responded, “I told you I what I was going to be doing this morning.” I reached my face up to kiss him. I reached my hand to his head and pulled him down to me and pressed my tongue deep into his mouth. “I have a gift for you,” I whispered. Paul pulled his face back from me and looked me up from bottom to top. “Why are you dressed like that to go shopping?” he asked. Paul commented, “you look very sexy.” I just smiled at him, sheepishly. “Were you with anyone?” He asked. Again, I just smiled at him.

Paul was looking a bit confused. He was right that I never dress sexy to go shopping, especially not for housewares or decorations. I could see the look in his eyes that he was confused and perhaps, a little concerned. “What do you have for me?” he asked.

I set my bags down and closed the door behind me. Paul was standing in the foyer wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt and I was feeling very sexy in my tight-fitting clothes. I was getting turned on as I thought that my husband might be getting concerned and perhaps a little bit jealous. I smiled back at him and responded to his question, “I’ll have to show you. I started to slowly unbutton my pants as Paul’s expression began to change to that of inquisitive little boy. One by  one, I unfastened them and opened up the front of my jeans. I stepped back a few feet for him to see me better.

I smiled at Paul more as slid my jeans slowly downward. I wiggled my hips to get them to move as our eyes were locked on each other. I had to grab hold of my panties to keep them up and as soon as I did, his eyes moved and began to focus onto the my pubic region. I could feel the coolness of my cum-saturated panties as they were no longer covered by the denim fabric. Paul’s eyes widened and he wasn’t smiling. I pushed my jeans to the floor, kicked my shoes off and stepped out of everything. I was standing there in front of my husband with very obviously soaked panties. “Come here, baby” I called to him softly. He looked deep into my eyes as I licked my lips. “Come here and see what I have for you, my love.” He slowly stepped towards me. I couldn’t tell if he was excited, anxious or angry as he got closer.

I reached both of my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them open and downwards, revealing the mess of semen that had leaked out of me and made a large mess of my pussy and panties. Paul’s mouth was agape.” This is for you, my love,” I whispered. I want you to taste and enjoy what I brought home to you.”

Paul stood there, staring into my panties with stunned silence. I looked down and saw that his cock was pushing against his shorts as if it was about to tear through the soft fabric. I began to tremble with excitement and my unsteady hands reached for my husband’s face. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately. He kissed me for a moment and then pulled back from my lips. He looked into my eyes with stunned silence. “It is ok, baby. I saved this for you. I love you. I want to give to you all of your desires,” I whispered, “this is what you’ve been asking for! Take me, baby!”

We stood there in the front room of our house with my panties partially pulled down, my pussy dripping with excitement and semen and my perplexed but extremely aroused husband in front of me, I wondered if Paul was thinking that I actually fucked another man and brought home that man’s cum inside of and leaking from me. I wondered what was going through his mind. “Does he actually think that I am full of another man’s semen?”  I wanted so desperately to break the suspense but I was afraid that I would ruin the fantasy. I decided to be patient and allow my husband to work through his thoughts. We stood there for an eternity and yet I knew that his arousal was unrelenting as his penis was fully erect. After a few more minutes, Paul took my hand and led me to the bedroom and pushed me, face-first towards the bed. I knelt onto the bed and he stopped me. I could tell that he was ready to move forward with his fantasy but I couldn’t tell what his thoughts were regarding exactly who’s cum was inside of me. I felt him pull my panties aside.

I could almost feel his eyes burning into my skin as he looked at the cum inside of me. I knew that he was drawing closer to me as his warm breath glanced against my pussy.

I could hear him inhaling. Paul was smelling me, perhaps to see if he could detect the scent of a different man. I felt his tongue against my labia as he tasted the semen. Within seconds, his tongue pushed deep into me. “OH MY!” I thought. He was giving into his fantasy and enjoying the gift that I was giving to him. Paul licked me for such an extended period. As soon as I started to feel my orgasm arrive, the intensity was almost painful. I felt myself peeking. The pleasure was unceasing. My husband continued licking me. His audible moans told me all that I needed to know; my husband was enjoying my gift to him, completely.

After my next orgasm, I screamed out, “baby, I need you inside of me!” Within seconds, Paul was sliding his cock into my wet, cum-soaked pussy. He slid into me and let out the most sexy gasp. Within a few minutes of his movement inside of me, Paul’s cock began to erupt as he began to groan louder than he has ever been before. His cock pumped and pulsed as he released his semen into my already soaked vagina. After he calmed down, Paul withdrew his cock. Suddenly, I felt his tongue penetrating me as Paul began to enjoy more cum inside of me.

As my husband licked my pussy, I was wondering if he figured out that the semen from before was the same as the cum he was now licking.  The fantasy fulfilled.  Later on that morning, we discussed the details of how I arrived at this and Paul was more than excited and I left him wanting me to do this again.

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