Meeting My Needs is in Sync with Meeting His

I got almost nothing accomplished from my list and it seems that spending the entire day reading blog posts and chatting with people on the computer and from my phone put me into a very heightened state. I messaged Paul several times throughout the day (most of the time this is very unusual behavior for me) and resorted to sending him a sexy pic or two (maybe it was three?) if only to get him to respond with some sexy talk. The night before, we spent hours making love and Paul’s curiosity was piqued and he wanted to know what was behind all of my excited behavior. “Babe, you came several times last night,” he wrote, “you seemed to be very satisfied with before we fell asleep.”

Paul was right. Last night was the culmination of my needs and desires colliding with my giving husband’s delightfully fulfilling attention. Needless to say that we both possess the inane motivation to experience our partner’s ecstasy. Years ago, Paul was not the man he has since become. Though he would try to attend to my needs, more often than not, once he achieved his orgasm, his interest faded and he was incapable of going any further with me. He tried to push through and sometimes he could enter me again and could fuck me longer but as I got louder and my orgasm would build, he would suddenly be overcome with pleasure, releasing into me again. Exhausted from cumming, he would need to rest and my needs went unmet. He couldn’t even spend time touching me to take me where I needed to go. I know Paul’s heart for me was so genuine and he wanted to take me there but we were so out of sync from each other. Last night was the antithesis of who he was back then. He is a different man and I am blessed with orgasms when I want and need them (and I don’t need them daily; just feeling him inside me, the close contact and experiencing his release in me is often times more than enough).

Paul knows my patterns very well. When I have more than one orgasm, I am usually sated enough that I am able to get so much done around the house and take care of almost everything and anything on my list of to-dos the next day. But today was different. As I lay in bed after Paul left for work, I was still feeling so ticklish deep inside of me; that feeling I have when I am overwrought with desire to feel his body close to me and to experience him moving inside of me. I could feel Paul’s semen was still flowing out of me. As I rolled over in bed to enjoy the sunlight peeking in, I could smell the scent of our love-making wafting up to my nose. The sweet aroma of his semen mixed with my wetness caused me to get caught up in reliving all that we enjoyed together. Paul’s hands moving on my skin; the warmth of his touch. My heightened sensitivity as he kissed his way from my lips, down my neck and chest, tender sucking of my nipples and gently moving towards and ultimately finding my pussy! It was heaven. It IS heavenly! I still had to get out of bed and I really didn’t want to. “Why couldn’t Paul just call-in today? Why couldn’t he have stayed home and played with me?” my thoughts were swirling in my head.

I reached for my phone and sent my husband a message telling him how much I love him and couldn’t wait for him to return to me. This is where my need for him cause me to deviate from my day’s plan. Knowing how much Paul fawns all over me and my body and loves seeing me in the daylight, I took a few pics and sent him one that I thought he’d really enjoy. I got so aroused thinking about his reaction to opening his text to find my naked body illuminated by the morning sun. I took a few more (even a close-up of the result of last night’s aftermath) and sent him a couple more pics before I got out of bed. Still checking my phone, I noticed a few comments on our blog and responded to them. I also noticed some comments to our online photos and responded to them. I was getting more turned on. I couldn’t stop thinking about Paul and how my need for him was increasing. “I must be ovulating,” I thought. I looked at the calendar and sure enough, I was right there in the midst of my physiological need for my partner’s semen inside of me. But there was something more that I needed. I had such a powerful lack that kept me from being able to break my thoughts away from sex. I managed to make breakfast, enjoy a few cups of coffee and to get a load into the wash as I constantly checked my phone for a response to my texts to Paul.

The phone rang which meant that I was about to have a much needed break from the continual erotic buildup that I was experiencing. My mom started complaining about her issues with her plumbing and the gross man who was there to fix things. Since my father passed away, mom has been very needy (in every way) and constantly calls me to complain and to ask Paul for help. In the last two years, my mother’s grief has transitioned to loneliness and the desire be around men (which I think has a lot to do with her high sex drive being unmet). I secretly hope for a nice, handsome older gentleman to help her with whatever needs to be fixed and to give her the loving that she needs. Our call went on for nearly an hour as the plumber worked on the kitchen sink and drain. As she talked, I heard the familiar notification chime telling me that Paul had responded to my pics. I pulled the phone from my ear to see that he sent me a pic in response – his cock was enormous and seemingly struggling to tear through his khakis! I hung up with my mom and tried to get to something done but I kept looking at the pic my husband sent to me. I couldn’t help myself as this went on all day long.

It was getting late in the day and I really wanted Paul to come home to me. I spent far too much time interacting with people online and probably getting a little raunchy with my conversations (my best friend told me that I needed to fuck Paul as soon as he walked in the door and to stop involving her in my excitement, “just have an orgasm already!”).  Throughout the day, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what is so different about today from any other time that I am ovulating. Paul was so good to me and really took good care of me last night. “What am I missing?” I wondered. After awhile, it occurred to me what might be at the root of my incessant desire. Somehow last night became entirely about me. I was the center of Paul’s attention and I never once spent time focusing on his needs or my desire to give to him. I was so overwhelmingly caught up in receiving the pleasure that he was giving to me that I didn’t get to have the time that I need giving to him. As I stared at that sexy pic of his hard cock bulging through his pants, I found myself licking my lips, ravenously in need of having him in my mouth and being flooded with his cum.

I needed him badly. I envisioned the taking his cock out through his zipper, caressing it, stroking it, running my wet tongue up and down the length of his shaft before I take him all the way into my mouth. The anticipation of feeling the warmth and the texture of his skin beneath my tongue. Hearing his moans of delight when I slowly guide my lips over the head, stroking my tongue on his frenulum was I slide him in deeper. Feeling him growing increasingly firm and expanding in my mouth is such a delight knowing he is drawing closer to the point of no return. His breathing quickening and his hips harden as he begins to anticipate climax. The moment he begins to spurt!!! I couldn’t wait for Paul to get here! Not only was Paul’s semen still flowing out of me, so was my own wetness.

The moment I heard his key inserting into the door, I was so ready for him. A half hour ago, I tried to picture how he would see me when the door opened and couldn’t decide what to wear when it occurred to me that my indecision was the best decision! I took everything off. I didn’t need to be alluring and mysterious. Paul knows every inch of my body. When I am able to, I usually greet my husband dressed in whatever I have been wearing since I got dressed. Today, I wanted to meet him at the door as he left me. The key turned and slid the tumbler in the lock and he pushed the lever down and unlatched the door. As it slid open, I awaited him wearing my anticipation and a smile. Our eyes met and his face was instantly alight. I pushed towards him as he stood on the porch, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if he’d been gone for months! He smelled SOOOOO good!

I felt his hands on my ass (he adores holding me there) as he pulled me tightly against him. I broke apart from our kiss and slid down to my knees, landing on the welcome mat in front of him. I looked up at him to see that he looked over his shoulders just as I lowered his zipper. I began to reach inside his boxers to retrieve what is mine. I heard a car drive by and Paul was fighting his concentration while being aware of the neighborhood activities happening a few yards away from us. His cock quickly hardened making it difficult to pull through the fly of his khakis. Once I got him out, my tongue began to taste him. Even though it had been many hours since Paul showered, he still smells wonderful. The scent of his cock is overwhelming. I breathe him in as I take him into my mouth. I hear him gasp when I close my mouth around him and tightly move down his shaft.

He feels so perfect in my mouth. His thickness spreads my jaw apart just enough to be on the borderline of discomfort but still he feels perfect in me.  The head of his penis grazes the back of my throat as my hands reach into free is scrotum and balls for me to caress. Paul let out a very audible moan as I began to pay attention to his balls as I stroked his cock with my mouth.

Either he was very excited or nervous about having his fully exposed wife sucking his cock on the front porch in front of anyone who could see but I felt his penis get very large and extremely hot. I knew he was drawing close to orgasm. Within a minute or two of having him in my mouth, I started tasting his early semen releases which only continued as he drew closer to cumming. I pressed more firmly with my tongue against the bottom of his shaft which kept it riding from the head to the base of his cock as I moved back and forth. He swelled up and within an instant, the first large pulse of his semen flooded my mouth. I continued as he moaned. Spurt after spurt of his sweet cum pumped into my mouth. Paul held my head tenderly as he moved his cock between my lips. I couldn’t contain it all. As he pulled back slightly, his cum would escape my lips and run down my chin. After the last bit of Paul’s semen was left in my mouth, I pulled off of him and stood up to kiss my baby’s lips. I hadn’t swallowed any of it.

My sexy husband reached his mouth to kiss me and I hurriedly swallowed all that I could before his tongue penetrated my lips. We kissed with the same hungry passion that we did when the door pulled upon but I wasn’t about to give any of my cherished prize away from is first orgasm. Paul, not to be denied licked my chin to get what had leaked out (before his orgasm was finished). Paul kissed me again as he lifted me, carried me into the entryway and closed the door behind him. He set his bag down and took me to the bedroom.

Paul wasn’t done with me and I was definitely not done with him!

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A Woman Fully Satisfied and Yet, Still in Need

Last night, Paul and I had what I felt was one of our most pleasurable and fulfilling evenings of intimacy. Right from the start of contact, his hands touching my cheek and neck were causing me to quiver with anticipation and even though I was gifted with multiple releases, my desire to be in full contact with him didn’t wane. I am still completely on fire for more of Paul!

While he was away at work, visions of my husband’s body kept flooding my mind, washing away every thought (even those that were far too important to set aside) and causing a deep stir inside of me. Throughout the day, not only was I utterly and completely incapable of thinking anything but him, the intensity of my desire for him only increased. It became excruciating the longer this continued.

I know that I am not alone in my need to spend time hearing my husband’s voice as he slowly and gently caresses my body. I am not unique in that I need him to carefully take the time to just be with me in full contact as we allow our bodies to become one together long before I feel his warmth inside of me. I need this long before his tongue locates every cell within my skin that is awaiting hungrily, his saliva-laden desire for me. I need it all.

We spent hours and almost all of it was in the form of Paul meeting my every need with his entire body. His arms embraced me tightly. His legs wrapped around me lovingly. His hands explored me as if they were seeking me for the first time. His lips moved from mine and to the far reaches of my legs, torso, back; everywhere!

Paul gave to me in every way imaginable. I received him. I took what he gave to me which was all of him. Paul gave to me in ways that should satisfy every woman who is blessed with such love. I say, “should” because when we finally collapsed in the wonderful exhaustion of perfect passion, I remained in need. I still need more of him this morning which is inspiring me to write of him.

I spent hours after his departure this morning driving into the same need of my husband that I experienced throughout yesterday. My body was utterly ravaged with his love and desire and I have discovered the source of my lack of complete satisfaction. Though he gave to me as I wanted, he didn’t fulfill my every need.

I want my husband to cum in my mouth and I want this NOW!!

I am sending the kids to their friends in a few minutes in an effort to have myself ready for his return from work. He will be greeted with the most amazing kisses he has ever received – my body will fully enshroud his at the door; not a thread covering me. As soon as our lips separate, I am going to give my husband the pleasure that he gave to me last night but he isn’t going to get all the way into this house until I have my mouth full of his semen!!!!

His Pleasure IS MY Pleasure!

I have read (perhaps far too) many blogs by women who really seem to have issue giving their man oral pleasure. Maybe that is just my perception; a conclusion that I draw after reading through their words and complaints about feeling degraded or subjugated by taking their man’s penis into their mouth. I wonder if it is the act of kneeling beneath a man or having to be positioned between their legs and feet. I have also given into the notion that because the male sex organ doubles as a vessel for releasing liquid waste that to place such a body part into one’s mouth is unclean and therefore, demeaning.

Just to be fair, I have read so many blogs written by other women who feel as I do that giving our man oral pleasure is also a pleasure for us. It might be best if I just speak for myself, considering the varied feelings on the subject.

Paul and I have been together for years (a really long time and yet we still behave like newlyweds) that started as a monogamous relationship that grew into a passion-filled marriage. If you have been reading any of our previous blog posts, you know that we have an amazing intimate life together. The phrase making love is highly subjective; it has different meanings to different people. To me (and I know, that Paul is the of the same mindset), it means to surrender to my partner with all of my mind, body and soul in bringing him pleasure. To be more specific, I want to give him full and complete access to all of me – every part of my body is his for his taking – and my heart and soul melt into his in the process. We become one, together. In offering to him my body, I also receive all of his. It is entirely mutual. Even if we are not in balance (one of us might be a bit more tired or fighting an illness while the other is healthy or rested), there is a sort of compensation that happens to bring us into alignment. In terms of giving pleasure to my husband, it is something that is more instinctual rather than motivated by a thought as something that I have to do for him.

When I see Paul, I am filled with immense desire to have contact with him. I see his eyes, jaw line, lips, neck and hair and I longingly stare at him with my desire pouring out of me like perspiration. He is a beautiful man. Without fail, my eyes follow his body lines downward and I gaze at his muscular ass and thighs, hoping to get a glimpse of the outline of his cock through his pants. When I do see that gorgeous manhood, I freeze and my mouth and pussy start to tingle. I want him. It baffles me that some of my girlfriends see their husbands’ penis as a grotesque tool that merely serves a mechanical purpose. I see Paul’s cock as a God-created work of art that was given to me to love and cherish. In addition to the incredible pleasure that I have received from it, I have been given the other most important people in my life by it (my children). His cock, when combined with my body, make the most amazing life inside of me. How could I see his cock as anything less than spectacular?

When the kids are all in bed and we have time alone, I can’t help but allow my hands to find their way to his cock. If we are just watching a movie, I can sit there next to and pressed against Paul, caressing his cock through his pants. Feeling him swell beneath my touch is empowering. Knowing that my husband is aroused by me fills me with energy. Some evenings as were sitting together and I am stroking him, I am compelled to get to his cock. I unfasten his belt and the button of his pants, slide my hands inside and pull his gorgeous cock out into the air. Seeing that large head and shaft, firm and erect, I continue to stroke him. The beads of pre-cum that form at his tip glisten and I dip my index finger into his wetness, bringing it to my lips and tongue. The sweetness of his semen is even present in the scent of the precious liquid. After a few times tasting his semen, I cannot hold back. The magnetic draw is far to overwhelming and I bend down to take him into my mouth.

This is just how it is for me. I love my husband’s cock. The perfect example of how I am with his cock was seen in our friend’s post that I shared not too long ago. Holden and Camille continued their them and showed Holden’s sexy release in their pics and that led to me getting a mouthful of Paul’s seed just a few hours later.

What is it about semen that makes me this way? I confess that the first time that I ever received a mouthful of cum it was something that I didn’t anticipate. Yes, I fully understood biology and how the male body functions but I was still unprepared for the manner in which his semen pulsed into my mouth and flooded me. The unique taste combined with the warmth was unlike anything I’d ever known. I didn’t know to swallow it so I quietly spit it into a handful of tissues. What remained in my mouth wasn’t bad at all. After a few moments, I began to enjoy it. I felt how aroused I was from being excited to give my boyfriend an orgasm with my mouth. His sounds, the feeling of his cock swelling and getting hot in my mouth just before he began to pulsate – it was all incredible. I made him cum!

From that moment, I was so enthralled with giving him pleasure. I felt how much in control over his body I was. Having him in my mouth meant that he had to have a lot of trust in me. He was vulnerable from the moment I had him between my teeth and yet he let go of any fear of harm that could come to him. Today, it isn’t the power that I have or his vulnerability that factor into my sucking Paul’s cock. It is the desire to take him to a place that I want to get him to. It is the desire to feel his body respond to me that motivates me. It is the need to receive his semen into my mouth – every drop of this man’s cum is made for me and I want it! I want all of it!

I hope that those women who bemoan giving their men oral will find it within themselves what a treasure it is to give in this manner. I won’t begin to generalize but I can’t help but see how delicious and sexy cocks are. Loving your husband’s cock and his cum is a reward, not a duty.

Letting Go of Ourselves and Pressing Into Our Relationship and Intimacy

Love Making

Have you ever had one of those conversations with your spouse, partner or lover about what the depth of your love could enable you to achieve? Have you given thought to what sorts of feats you would accomplish to demonstrate the love you have for the other? Have you considered what barriers or obstacles that you could blow through in order to span a measure of the distance to demonstrate to him or her what extent you are willing to travel for them?

Obviously, with a blog title of The Essence of Love-Making and the subject matter that lies within, there is one very erotic action that would be raised as one of the questions that I referred to in the previous paragraph (more on this particular question later). What are the barriers that preclude us from demonstrating absolute comfort with our partner? Melinda and I considered that we could make this more specific…does your love compel you to do things that you would ordinarily view as being “gross?”

I find myself increasingly laying down what was once uncomfortable (or, gross, if that term works better for you) in favor of wanting to not let my own inhibitions stand in the way of my affection.  Let me list a few of examples below along with how I now (or desire) to respond.

  1. Deep, passionate kisses first thing in the morning (forsaking morning breath). If we both have morning breath, why does it matter? Kiss away! Kiss freely!!
  2. Full contact, bodies pressed together, hugs when she is sweaty from a workout. Unless I am wearing a suit and preparing to head out for some other special occasion, I will hug her. If she is finishing an athletic event (running race, triathlon, etc.), you had better believe that I am going to hug her in celebration! The question is, does (or will) she hug me?
  3. Making love after a full day (i.e., not showering before intimacy). I know that some couples (especially depending upon what sort of work either does) will absolutely avoid physical contact until after their bodies are clean. Unless I have been out camping for three days, I have no problem with getting our bodies together for passionate sex without a shower. If we both are days without a shower, it truly doesn’t matter.
  4. Oral sex without an immediately prior shower. (see #3). I do enjoy her fragrance and I have no issues with being “down there,” especially if the intimacy is spontaneous and uncontrollable. My natural inclination is to head south no matter what and give her all the pleasure that she desires and can handle.
  5. Kissing after oral sex. For me, this is an absolute no hesitation move. If she goes down on me and takes me to completion, not only would I not resist her kiss, but I need her to kiss me! The same is true for the roles to be reversed. After I pleasure her, I am going to kiss her deeply. Our love fluids are no longer a roadblock for me – instead, they are an on-ramp to the next intimacy freeway!
  6. Wake-up sex following a previous evening of sex. This isn’t a consideration for me. Of course I am ready for sex first thing in the morning. I do like the messy nature of it all and to be with her through all of that is heavenly!
  7. Wake-up oral sex. By now, these situations seem silly. Why would I not go down? I want to wake her up with oral!!
  8. Oral sex following penetrative (i.e. intercourse). Again, this is ridiculous considering the nature of my blog and what I absolutely enjoy doing. It went from a goal to something that is a facet of making love. A means to take intimacy to new levels.
  9. Wake-up oral sex after a prior evening of sex. This is something that I have never tried nor experienced. The idea is sexy yet there needs to be a measure of intimate trust that will allow for me to do this. Does she trust me with her body? Would she let herself be vulnerable to my oral desires? I want to experiment with this one day.

There are other, less physically sexual, yet no less sensual expressions that come to mind. Sharing food from the same utensil? How about the ultimate in food sharing…biting from the same apple (a la Adam and Eve)? What comes to your mind? What do you see yourself doing or wanting your other half to do?

Communicating About Sex: Almost as Good as Sex Itself!

Seldom, if ever, are there awkward moments of silence where either of us is left struggling for something to talk about. Sitting on the couch with the television off, we can talk for hours as the subject matter meanders about and our participatory emotions can run through the entire spectrum. When we’re together on a road trip, sharing in mutual interests as we dive into various aspects and details of what is on our mind, occupies the airspace. However, there are some areas and topics that were truly never discussed in any sort of depth. By now, you might be wondering what any of this has to do with me enjoying making and tasting our creampies?

One of the single-most exciting aspects of my pursuit of growth in our intimacy has to be the breakthrough in communication that Melinda and I are experiencing. Talking about sex in a very abstract, impersonal sense has never been a challenge for my wife and I. We can talk about the cultural issues, social downfalls and various other perspectives without hesitation. But, when we begin to encroach upon our personal sexual intimacy, our wants and desires in particular, we have historically stayed as far away from any conversational depth.

As I have progressed from a man who refused any sort of oral contact with his semen to one who gladly tastes and eats it (during intimacy with my wife), I am just now starting to scratch the surface of open dialogue with my wife about my intimacy fantasies and desires with her. What began as simple innuendo and subtle inferences is slowly transitioning to frank and open discussion. The ice-breaker for me was an evening, while engaged in intercourse, as I was thrusting inside of Melinda, her pussy already filled with my cum, I told her that I was going to go back down to taste her and my cum. In an instant, she spread her legs to take me in deeper (despite her issues with my penis length), as we both experienced orgasms at the mere mention of the creampie-eating act.

Last weekend after finally getting to our bedroom following a particularly late evening of family activities, we showered in anticipation of a healthy night of oral sex, complete with creampie eating. Laying there on the bed, our bodies naked and fresh, we began talking about sex. I can’t recall what prompted the dialogue, but we started in our intimacy, leaving nothing unspoken. I began to express to Melinda in bold detail, where my interest in eating my semen from her pussy began to manifest. I expressed to her how my desires began to develop when we started to have sex for the purposes of getting her pregnant. When she was finally off birth control and every load of ejaculate (that I was pumping into her) was now for real, the arousal for me was incredible. The idea of my semen being “dirty” or “repulsive” fell away. During that intimacy, I saw my wife’s vulva and envisioned her reproductive organs now as amazing equipment and no longer simply for my pleasure. It was a breakthrough for me!

I began to describe to her about my adolescent masturbatory practices and what I would do with my ejaculate once I achieved orgasm. I described to her my mindset that the liquid was dirty and the act of self-pleasuring was a shameful thing for me – that I had viewed all of those aspects of myself as dirty. We spoke about our premarital sexual encounters (there were so many, it would be impossible to count) with each other. We used to have intercourse as much and whenever possible, but my views on my semen remained the same (keep that stuff away from me!!). When my wife (then girlfriend) gave me oral to completion (OTC), she initially spit my semen out. When she finally started swallowing it, my enjoyment increased, however in neither occasion would I kiss her after my see had filled her mouth (she had to rinse first).

That evening, we also spoke about why I like the idea of continuing intimacy following orgasms (for both of us). It is patently obvious that my wife enjoys and can easily attain multiples and that continuing on after my orgasm is dependent upon my desire and ability – both of which are fueled by possessing the strength and stamina and having enough arousal. I told her that this meant that in order for me to continue on, I would need to set aside any mental barriers (my previous aversion to my cum) and work through the physiological ones. I also mentioned to her that it would be highly arousing for me (and probably her) if she could follow suit and perform oral on me after being inside of her. She has always been resistant to any contact with her fluids and any mention of such an activity (by me) has been met with adamant refusal. When I discussed how aroused she gets when I eat my cum from her and take her to subsequent orgasms, the absolution aspect seemed to melt away and I could see that she was actually thinking on the idea.

The conversation was absolutely uncharted territory for our marriage. Sadly, it has taken us more than two decades to get to this point. Excitedly, we ARE here, breaking free from the past and developing our relationship. As I write this, I recall our teenage phone conversations and how they would last for hours on end. We would engage in lurid discussion after a while, each of us getting considerably aroused. I would stroke my penis as she described what she would do to me. On more than one occasion, my arousal was taken to the point of orgasm and ejaculation. I know that I fought to conceal my finishing from her as I didn’t want her to feel strange about her boyfriend cumming while on the phone. To this day, I doubt that I’ve told her about that (I think that I will have to share this with her to see which direction our present-day sex-talk can be taken!). While I was on active duty, our letter-writing (email didn’t exist as it does for current deployed service personnel) often included vivid details of what our next sexual encounters would be like once I returned from deployment. Fortunately for me, we both saved our letters from that time and reading them today makes for some incredibly titillating reading.

I was very encouraged when my wife said that she would gladly share my semen with me in a heated kiss following my finish in her mouth. I had expressed to her that it was a fantasy of mine to engage in oral cumplay, each of us enjoying my ejaculate after cumming in her mouth. This was a huge communication breakthrough for us!

Laying there naked on the bed, my penis quite clearly communicating my arousal to my wife, I began stroking her body as our conversation was winding down. Similar to the visual queues that I was providing to my wife, I could also see that the subject matter had a profound impact on her. I touched her erect nipples as I began to passionately kiss her. Our lips and tongues fully engaged, my hand eventually slid between her legs to discover the flow of her love juice was in full swing. My heart was aflutter with anticipation, waiting to take in her liquid essence. It was more than obvious that our open and honest talk about our intimacy had a profound impact on her.

Making her way down to my penis, my beautiful wife started in, orally stimulating me. Being extremely aroused already, the sensation was near-overwhelming, Once I settled down and simply enjoyed what she was doing to me with her tongue and lips. As I laid there soaking it all in, my ejaculatory response began to build. Sensing my increased erection and tasting my precum, Melinda began to work harder, caressing my scrotum and testicles. I started to think that she was going to take my load and share it with me…right here and now. The idea of it was getting me even more worked up. My wife kept pursuing my arousal, seemingly intent taking me to an orgasm when she suddenly pulled her mouth off of me, looked me in the eyes with a sheepish smile saying, “Ok! My turn!”

In the time it took for her to change positions and for me to enter her, my arousal abated and I began to gently thrust into her with my penis. At a whisper, our conversation started up again. We started to chat about what we were feeling. My wife was in tune with my arousal sensing that I was building up to the point of no return (PONR). I’d edge my orgasm, letting a few spurts of semen pulse into her already saturated pussy, prompting her to ask, “did you just cum a little bit?” I smiled in response and continued thrusting. Her “normal” pattern had been to demand me ceasing intercourse for fear of my orgasm would end our love-making session. Now, she knew that even if I did go all the way to an orgasm, I was going to spend some quality time with licking her and lapping up my seeping cum.

tumblr_nouzy7xJFw1uohzbto1_400I continued thrusting and edging, depositing burst after burst of cum inside of my wife. Melinda asked me if I would move down and begin taking care of her needs. Thoroughly saturated, I gladly withdrew and positioned myself between her muscular thighs. I paused to take in the sight of my semen and her pussy juices whipped into a heavy froth. My abdomen was alight with the sensation of butterflies in my anticipation of the first taste. I slowly moved in and my wife let out a heavy sigh. Knowing that I filled her with my cum, she asked, “is there a lot?” I had to confess to her that it was a mess and that I was excited as I extended my tongue to her pretty right labia. I moved in an upward motion, licking up a sizable portion. My wife quivered as she was clearly hypersensitive, my tongue tickling her in the process. I moved to the other side to take in another portion. I dropped down to her anus to catch what gravity was trying to take, removing another considerable amount of our mixture. The flavor was overwhelming! Finally, it was going to happen…I inserted my tongue into her pussy opening to extract a huge volume of fluid. Taking it into my mouth, much of it began to run down my chin. My mouth was extremely full, so I wiped the excess onto her clitoris with a fluid motion, swallowing the mouthful I already had.

image (1)After my wife’s first orgasm, she clamored for me to, “get inside” her immediately. Of course, I was compelled to oblige. As she was so wet from her juices, my cum and saliva, I easily slid straight into her very sensitive pussy. I was in so fast and deep, that my wife let out a deep moan of both pain and pleasure. I had to be mindful of my depth as I began thrusting. As I stroked, I realized that I was only going to be able to sustain a rhythm for a few minutes. In her heightened state of arousal, she began to experience small, but enjoyable climaxes in succession as the head of my penis massaged the upper wall of her pussy. The pressure inside of me was mounting as I felt the ejaculatory response building and so, slowed to release a spurt or two of semen. I was able to continue on as my wife told me to just let go. As I resisted the urge, she began to make demands. “I want you to cum inside me!” she exclaimed. I told her that I was about to cum and reminded her that I was going to lick it all up afterward. That was enough to send her reeling. She began to have yet another orgasm which, in turn, sent me over the edge as I began to fire, round after round of semen shots inside of her.

I rested in her arms while my penis was still inside of Melinda. I lifted up slightly and smiled at her. She knew that I was bent on cleaning her up and giving her yet another orally-stimulated orgasm. Before I entered the refractory let-down period, I withdrew and again moved down for another round of licking her pussy. This time, the fluid that was emanating from her pussy was clearly and almost entirely from me. the load was thick and translucent white and was beginning to emerge from her opening. I began to lick her labia while awaited the large portion to exit from her. When it did, I sucked it into my mouth. The warmth was tremendous. The thick and creamy consistency was delightful. The flavor was rather enjoyable. To date, this was the largest volume of my semen that I had ever held in my mouth and it was amazing. The bland flavor was subtle and possessed a hint of cauliflower and sweet. Upon swallowing it, I could also pick up a hint of my wife’s essence in the aftertaste and it was all entirely amazing. Inserted my tongue into her pussy to retrieve what was left and enjoyed the small serving before I moved up to stimulate Melinda’s clitoris.

We continued on for another set of orgasms, my wife first followed another one for my inside of her. As the hour was late and we were both spent, I sadly left the second, smaller load untouched. My wife and I cleaned up and prepared for one of the most wonderfully peaceful nights of rest either of us had in a long time. Our minds and our bodies cleared by the evening’s activities. Open and honest communication about intimacy was now achievable without the risk of pressure, hurt feelings or unnecessary expectations. The idea of talking about sex and sharing our desires is an important facet of our relationship – one that has clearly been sorely absent from our marriage. We are just beginning and the future looks quite bright for us, leaving me with the feeling that we are staring afresh with a lifetime ahead of us.

I am considerably more excited with the prospect of what our future holds rather than dwelling on what we could have experienced had we stated this sooner.

My Drive, Her Drive and a Pic to Inspire

The text from my wife was a bit of a surprise, “send me a pic of your cock, baby!” It caught me off guard as I sat at the traffic light smiling as I read her words. We seldom sext each other out of concern that our kids would get hold of our phones and discover things that shouldn’t be discovered by them so I was taken aback by her demand. I wondered what was fueling her need to see my cock prior to me getting home.

Traffic was abysmal and I was tired after a long week dealing with difficulties surrounding my current project at work. My mind and body have been under a lot of stress from the concerns in trying to find ways to cut the effort and time to complete the project by more than 1/3. I needed this weekend to start right away and the Friday afternoon commute was getting in the way. Melinda was at home and I could tell that she was getting excited for my return.

The text from my wife was a bit of a surprise, “send me a pic of your cock, baby!” It caught me off guard as I sat at the traffic light smiling as I read her words. We seldom sext each other out of concern that our kids would get hold of our phones and discover things that shouldn’t be discovered by them so I was taken aback by her demand. I wondered what was fueling her need to see my cock prior to me getting home. I wondered what she was doing that had her desirous with such immediacy. The traffic signal changed and I set the phone down. Another traffic light and another request for a photo of my penis was there. I messaged her that I am in traffic and that I didn’t think it was wise for me to risk being seen. She sent a smiley emoticon and repeated her demand. The signal changed and again I proceeded after dropping the phone to the console.

I had one more traffic light to contend with before the lengthy drive on the freeway and Melinda was clearly aroused. I wanted to grant her request and not leave her disappointed. I looked around to see that there were no vehicles waiting at the light that would afford their drivers with opportunity to see into my car. I was very excited to please my wife and my cock was extremely hard. I opened my zipper and noticed the pre-cum was already soaking into my boxers. I reached in and pulled it out, grabbed the phone and snapped a photo for her and sent it. I collected myself and got ready to get on the highway (I put my cock away and set the phone down).

I had more than an hour to listen to music and keep my calm as I made my way home through pockets of stop-and-go and normal highway speeds. I wondered what Melinda was doing and what faced me when I got home. I knew that the kids would be home so the notion that I could walk in and be met by my wife wearing something to accent her gorgeous body (or nothing at all) was merely a fantasy. Earlier that morning, Melinda messaged me that she had been having a conversation with a woman that she met who shared some similar interests as she and was getting acquainted. This person was someone she met online and I reminded her to be very cautious but that I trusted her judgement in talking about us. Considering that we are putting a fair amount of information about our intimate life on this blog, there is some measure of latitude that she already has. I wondered if she was getting excited by the conversations she was having with her new friend.

After nearly two hours on the road, tired and weary, only the beautifully sunny day and the happiness that greeted me at home were on my mind. Melinda was dressed in shorts and a tank that revealed her shape and, if she moved a certain way, hinted at exposing the sides of her breasts. Her ass looked perfect in her shorts and as I pulled her against me for a hello-kiss, both of my hands gently gripped and squeezed her cheeks. I reached my fingers between them near her pussy and felt the heat and damp fabric that gave told me all that I needed to know about her state of arousal. As I suspected, the kids were all home and were happy to see me.

I spent some time catching up with everyone and made my way to the bedroom to change for a workout. I wanted to get it done as soon as possible to be home in time to make dinner with Melinda in hopes of getting the kids to bed so that we could have time together. She accompanied me to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. I began to peel off my shirt and as I did, she came over to me and placed her hands on my chest as my arms were over my head. She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants to assist me. She slid my trousers and boxers down in one swift action exposing my cock. “There you are!” she smiled as she wrapped her fingers around and gripping my shaft. She kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she stroked my already firm cock. Melinda let go of our kiss and dropped to her knees in front of me.

image (3)“Hi baby,” she whispered to me as she began to lick the head of my cock. “I missed you so much today.”  Melinda took me into her mouth letting out a subtle moan. I was suddenly taken away from all that had happened at the office and the long, grueling drive home. My wife was loving me and loving my body giving me pleasure and it was coming from her love and desire for me. I was lost in her desire. Her tongue would run from my balls up the underside of my shaft and to the tip and then she would engulf me with her lips, sliding her mouth down onto me. I reached down and gently held her head, pulling her long brown hair away from the soft skin of her face. I stood there, humbled and vulnerable to the physical love she was giving my body. Her right hand softly cradled my balls as her left hand wrapped around me and caressed my ass.

image (1)Melinda pulled her mouth up and extended her tongue down my shaft again, reaching her head to take one of my testicles into her mouth. She sucked on my ball as she stroked my cock with her hand. She released on ball and sucked the other one in. The pleasure was intense and Melinda was easily and rapidly bringing me closer to cumming. She moaned with each release of pre-cum that she took from me as she intensified her attention to me. There were moments that I felt as though she was hungry and working to reach her own objective. As she sucked and licked me and she was aware of my impending orgasm, Melinda’s finger began pressing against my anus. The sensation was overwhelming and I immediately began pumping my cum into Melinda’s mouth. She took all control of my body and had her way with my pleasure and release. With each wave of pleasure, an synchronized pulse of semen jetted into my beautiful wife’s mouth. My cock’s sensitivity was heightened and the pleasure was so intense that her coinciding suction was almost painful as she met each pulse with eagerness in how she squeezed me with her lips and tongue.

image (2)She rose up and approached my face. She was holding her glistening lips closed but her mouth was full of my semen – so much so that it was trickling down to her chin. She looked deep into my eyes as she pressed her mouth to mine, our lips parted in sync. My mouth was flooded with her tongue and my cum and we kissed passionately. The sweetness surrounded my tongue and doused my taste buds as the cum partially flowed back to her mouth. As we kissed, we both slowly swallowed the creaminess and our tongues playfully intertwined. As she pulled her mouth from mine, I extended my tongue to clean what was running down to her chin. Melinda smiled and looked down towards my cock and quickly went back down.

My legs were weakened and I was out of breath as she cleaned my cock of all remnants of my orgasm from the head and shaft. “I don’t want to waste a single drop, baby” she said with her sly smile. My scalp, chest and arms were perspiring and I felt as though I had a workout before I was even suited up for my ride. “Tonight it is my turn,” she laughed. I knew that whatever my wife had talked about with her new friend, it had a direct impact on her libido and she let go of her fears of the kids hearing us (which is entirely out of character for her).

I recovered for a few moments sitting on the bed. Melinda joined me and I held her close. I looked at her smiling face and knew that she was just whetting both of our appetites for what was to come in a few brief (long) hours. I mustered the strength to dress for my ride as Melinda watched and told me all about her conversation that she had with her new friend (which was rather sexy). I didn’t think that I still possessed the stamina for a hard workout but I defied my body and went ahead with my ride. Grabbing my bicycle, I began to head out being stopped momentarily for a goodbye kiss from Melinda. The scent and taste of cum still present in her kiss, I departed and rode away almost entirely distracted by what she gave to me and what I was about to do for her.

#NSFW Sobbing Orgasms – Anticipation Brings Sexy Tears

These last several weeks have been passing in a blurring fashion. Keeping track of one day to the next has been very difficult for me in managing all of our activities. My children and my husband had very busy schedules which meant that my plate was even more full considering all of my own responsibilities. What I really needed during this period was a release and because I am a woman with (certain) biological cycles, that was left entirely unfulfilled.

I know that there are plenty of women who enjoy sex during menstruation. I wish that I could say that I was one of them. I have a willing and eager husband who would oblige me if I so desired, but I just can’t get past the mess. It seems that I am constantly engaging in a mental struggle regarding my vagina and what comes from within. In needing some sort of physical and mental redirection, sex is something that I was craving but not enough to deal with the idea of the mess (though often, I am happy to orally pleasure Paul). No relief for Melinda.

When everything finally calmed down in my uterus, I was excited for what was to come and planned to subtly seduce my husband (which isn’t easy to do considering that he is as familiar if not more in tune with my cycles than me). It was a weekday with Paul off from work and I took advantage of every opportunity to build up anticipation within him.  When he was sitting on the couch, I would walk up behind him and kiss his neck and ear, watching him respond as he closed his eyes in pleasure. If he was walking around in the house, I would approach him to steal a kiss, grab his ass or even give him a quick squeeze of his cock through his jeans. I wanted his desire for me to increase throughout the day. I wanted him to eagerly surrender to me.

It seemed that my plan was working. Every time that I passed by, I could see that he was excited – the smile on his face (he smiles with his eyes in such a way that only those who are close to him can discern it) told me that he was ready. I could see the bulge in his jeans suddenly appear! I knew that once we got the kids to bed that he wouldn’t be able to restrain or hold himself back from me. Though I didn’t want him to hold back, I did have deliberate plans to control the situation prompting Paul to take a slow approach, when the time was right.

After getting the kids to bed, Paul was cleaning up the kitchen and I sneaked to the bedroom to slip into the shower. I wanted to be clean and fresh and waiting for him when he got to the bedroom. I took the opportunity to trim my hair for him (I love being able to feel his lips and tongue on my sensitive skin without any follicle barriers). I was happy to see that my husband was still out of the room when I was done. I toweled off and reached into my drawer for something sexy to wear rather than to be simply siting and waiting for him with nothing on. I also wanted to have something in place to give Paul a reason to proceed slowly.

I waited for my husband to come to the bedroom. I waited and waited. I knew how much Paul had left to do and how much time it would take for him complete everything. I was trying to imagine what he could be doing, knowing how turned on he already was.  What was his delay? I decided to risk being discovered by my kids, leaving the bedroom and venturing out to the other parts of the house. I made my way out toward the kitchen to see that the room was absolutely dark. In my negligee (with my breasts fully visible and my ass completely exposed), I stepped quietly through the dining room and into the living room. The house was completely dark. I was getting concerned. Did Paul leave the house without telling me? Where could he have possibly needed to go at such a late hour? Nowhere to be found, I decided to peer through the blinds to see if his car was parked in the driveway. I walked to the front window, parted the blinds. Suddenly…

My eyes widened with the hint of his hot breath on my nape.

A warmth passed over the nape of my neck. I turned to look and saw nothing. I stood there, frozen. My eyes were drawn to the window again, hoping to feel something more. I began to tremble in anticipation. I felt a soft caress between my legs. A hand touching my inner thigh of my left leg. I pulled my right leg further apart, hoping and waiting for greater touch. Lips began to kiss my left shoulder, moving towards my neck. The hand moved upward and my breathing grew rapid. I could feel the wetness forming between my legs. The darkness of the room engulfed me. I didn’t want to turn to see his face, but I knew that Paul was silently seducing me. I wanted him to take me right then and right there, but he took his time instead.

My body temperature was climbing, along with my desire to feel him inside of me.

I stood there at the front window of our home dressed in very sexy lingerie, the house completely darkened and our kids in their rooms just a few feet away. I was vulnerable to his touch and his kisses. I wanted my husband to enter me. I craved his cock inside me but he hadn’t so much as touched my breasts yet. I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine yet I only felt his lips and hand. I had planned on forcing Paul to go slowly but now I wanted him to move fast. He was in complete control and I was aching for him to speed things up!

I felt wetness running down my thigh. Paul’s fingers discovered the moisture and he began to massage it into my skin. His mouth was locked onto my shoulder and I felt his teeth biting into the soft tissue. The slight pain was wonderful and I wanted him to press his bite further. “Why are you moving so slowly?” I thought to myself. I spread my legs wider hoping that he would act on my invitation. He didn’t. He continued to kiss and bite me. I could feel my wetness increasing inside of me. My body temperature was climbing, along with my desire to feel him inside of me.

Without warning, Paul grabbed me by the hand and began pulling me towards our bedroom door. I turned to look at him, the first time I saw his face since I left to take my shower. His mouth lacked a smile but his eyes and lips were filled with happy desire. I knew that I was about to feel his love and to enjoy release. His parted lips were drawing and exhaling warmer breaths. I followed his lead and we entered the room. He turned off the light ahead of me and as quickly as we entered the light, darkness now surrounded us.  I whispered to him, “take me.”

“No. Not yet,” he breathed back to me in response.

I wanted him to get moving. I was determined to take control and felt that I needed to ignite his desire for me and I sat on the bed in front of him, pulling Paul toward me. I undid his belt, opened and unfastened his jeans. I reached in and pulled out his erect cock and took him into my mouth. The smooth lines of the head of his member made him feel like soft velvet on my tongue. His scent was overpowering. I was drawn to take him as deep into my mouth as I could manage. Knowing which buttons to push, I wanted him to get closer to cumming so that he would crave being inside of me. I know that he enjoys finishing in my mouth, but it isn’t his preference.  I knew that if I could get him to that point quickly, he would want to take me. I felt him getting closer. He tried to pull back and I bit down on him to hold him in my mouth for just a little bit longer. Paul let out a moan and suddenly my mouth was flooding as his pulsating cock began pumping. I was enjoying his gift but I was saddened that I took him too far and way too fast, worried that he wouldn’t be able to continue.

My husband enjoys the taste of his semen and especially loves to receive it from me. It had been nearly a week since his last orgasm which meant that his first climax of the night was quite sizable. I tried to save as much of his cum as I could (it is hard to do when wave after wave of his fluid is filling my mouth). When he was done, I raised up to kiss him. His tongue swept through my mouth gathering his cum. We shared this kiss and I grabbed his cock to see that his erection was still fully in tact. I sat back down on the bed and pulled his cock toward me as I parted my knees to receive him.  Paul had no choice but to follow.

My husband smiled in delight as I guided him inside of me while I laid down on my back. I was still at the edge of the bed I needed to prop my feet up. Paul began to thrust inside of me, gently at first before applying greater force, driving me backwards away from the edge. As he crashed into me, I felt his cock penetrating me deeply. Normally, the pain of his depth would be too much for me, but this angle was perfect and I was in such dire need.

Paul continued and I felt the pressure building, rising deep within me. The familiar tickle within the deepest areas of my tummy was increasing rapidly with each of my husband’s strokes. I knew that there was no stopping him as he continued. I knew that he could take me where I needed to go without worrying about him climaxing ahead of me. Paul kept his rhythm and I focused on the pleasure he was giving to me. As soon as I let go of my thoughts, I was awash in waves of joy! I spontaneously began to sob. It was entirely uncontrollable – tears and all. The orgasm felt so good and so did the crying. Thinking something was wrong, he slowed his pace and I immediately begged him to continue. I wanted to feel his sweet release inside of me.

The release was amazing!

26528902823_10c02a2593_oStill moving with a much slower pace, I pulled my knees back toward my shoulders. I knew that If I let him go deeper, he wouldn’t be able to control his orgasm. He followed my legs and began his longer thrusts. His hot breath was in my face and I could detect the sweet fragrance of his semen as I inhaled him. He continued and without any signs or indications, my body began to spasm with another, more intense orgasm. Just then, Paul began to flood my insides at that same moment and our pleasured voices overtook the silence of the room with a din of ecstasy. Our evening was just beginning…

Six days worth of desire and forced restraint were instantly erased by a series intense orgasms.  My plans for Paul had been overridden with his heady intentions. He didn’t cooperate with my wants, but his designs were far more sultry and devious than my own. I am content in the knowledge that I am married to a man who is highly creative and unconventional in his approach to loving me.