Accidents, Injuries and Amazing Support

Our absence from our blog has probably been noticed by some folks and I thought that it would be appropriate to provide some insight as to why we haven’t given much time to our site, commenting on others’ posts, etc.

I will preface this with something positive – everything is OK.

Melinda was in an accident resulting in serious injuries that required some time in the hospital that included multiple surgical procedures. She is home now and recovering and healing. She will make a full recovery so please do not worry. I have her covered and am taking care of her. Our employers have been amazingly supportive as have our families, friends and neighbors. It has been incredibly humbling to see our community unify and rally around us, offering (and delivering) more than just words of encouragement and making my load a little lightened through their efforts.

I am overwhelmed and amazed. Melinda and I will be forever grateful.

Though they may never see this blog (I hope that they do NOT), to them i offer my sincerest “thank you.”



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!!

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!!


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.


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!