He is My Dream as He Dreams

I was awakened when I felt air breezing over my hips and across my back. I couldn’t remember a single detail about the dream that I was just involved in. His movements behind me were suddenly apparent to me with the fog of deep sleep lifting and my awareness of my location and surroundings increased. Paul was thrashing and moaning.

The glow of the digital display from my clock became crystalline and the numbers came into focus; “1:57.” We had only been asleep for a few hours and now Paul was having a dream that left me wondering if it was frightful or of a more sensual nature. I rolled over to face him. He was lying on his back with the sheets pushed off of him. The moonlight peaking into the room was back-lighting his body giving his form a subtle outline. His movements settled for a moment. My eyes glanced at his chest and followed the outline downward. When I saw his fully erect cock throbbing, any questions that I had regarding the theme of his dream were answered.

I watched Paul’s cock-movements as his dream progressed. I wondered who he was fucking in his dream as his hip muscles flexed and relaxed in unison with his PC muscle. His moaning was so loud that I grew concerned about his voice carrying and waking our kids sleeping down the hall. The faint light that outlined Paul’s body began to glint at the tip of his beautiful cock. A bead of semen began to form at the opening of his penis. I was in awe of him and I began to wonder if he was going to climax in his dream. Would I get to watch my beautiful husband release his semen as he fucked someone in his dream. I could feel wetness beginning to form on my vulva as my own arousal started to consume my thoughts. I wanted him but I didn’t want to disrupt my husband.

I couldn’t take my eyes from his cock. As the seconds ticked off the clock, Paul’s moans intensified. The beads of cum that continued to emerge from his cock were falling down to his torso leaving a sexy “string” of cum that connected the two points. A small pool of his cum was starting to build. I resisted the urge to reach to Paul to take some of his semen onto my finger. I wanted to taste him. I could see that his cock was growing more firm. My husband’s dream was getting him closer to cumming. “Yes, baby! Please cum! I need to see this!” I couldn’t help that my desires for his pleasure were making me more and more hungry for him. I reached my left hand down to touch myself and noticed how wet I was. Between my current excitement and how much of Paul’s cum remained inside me from making love before we fell asleep, I was making a mess of the bottom sheet of our bed.

My husband’s breathing became very rapid and deep. This is one Paul’s indicators that he is about to cum. His cock was now at its most erect and largest. “Yes, please my love. Cum for me, baby,” I thought to myself. He was pushing his hips slightly upward and relaxing. He was pushing himself deeper into the woman he was dreaming about. Whether he was fucking me or someone else seemed so irrelevant to me. I desperately wanted his release! My stare was locked onto that gorgeous cock and the now steady, yet light flow of semen being emitted. “Baby?” Paul’s voice became clear to me, suddenly. “Are you alright?” He asked. I turned my head to see that his eyes were now open and he was looking at me. “Why did you stop?” he asked me. “I am so close!” Paul continued.

I realized that he awakened at the moment of climax and didn’t understand that he had been dreaming. This was my chance. I moved over to him and took his cock into my mouth. Paul gasped for a breath as I felt his penis extend between my lips. I moved my left hand to his balls and caressed them, gently. I pushed my finger to his perineum and I could feel how engorged he was. I squeezed my lips and pressed my tongue against his cock and began to move my head, sliding up and down on his cock.

“Baby, move your leg over and straddle me!” Paul wanted to lick me, too. I got so aroused thinking about all of my wetness and his semen that had been inside me for several hours. I cold taste the sexiness of our love-making on his cock and could smell the fragrance at the base. I moved over him and suddenly felt his tongue on my pussy as he started on me. I felt his warm, wet mouth on me as he pushed his tongue into me. Suddenly, Paul’s cock began to erupt into my mouth. He pushed his hips up, driving his cock upward as I continued moving on him while he flooded my mouth. I continued pressing my fingers against his perineum as his contractions coincided with each pulse of cum shooting into my mouth.

I could feel Paul sucking my clit into his mouth as he came. His touch is both soft and firm. I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Paul’s attention to my cum-soaked pussy was unceasing. I hungrily swallowed every drop of his semen, sucking his cock as I squeezed him to extract all of my warm and delicious gift. The excitement of watching him before taking him into my mouth made me so sensitive that it didn’t take but a little bit of Paul’s attention with his mouth before I began to cum just as his orgasm was winding down. The waves of pleasure made me shake. Paul kept sucking on my clit as the waves took me over. I couldn’t hold myself in that position and I dropped onto his body and yet he didn’t stop.

I began to beg for Paul to stop. I couldn’t take the pleasure any longer as it only continued building. Paul relaxed and I laid there on top of him. I had his cock in my face and it was so relaxing. My breathing began to slow and I closed my eyes and relaxed. I wanted to ask Paul about his dream but I fell asleep on top of him, completely contented and very tired.

How Paul woke me will be topic for another post.

 

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?

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.

My Mind was Weary but my Body was Ready

My body and mind were wrecked from the long day spent taking our kids to their various lessons and activities. Kicking off the day with an early morning 5-mile run as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon; I was ready to shower and climb back into bed for a nap due to the late night spent with Paul, going over our plans for our summer vacation trip. Trying to plan a trip with teenagers and trying to find creative ways to have a hour or two each day to keep our intimacy from being shelved for ten days is exhausting and a little bit arousing. We extended last night as we couldn’t hold back from a lights-out session of Paul taking me from behind!

My body and mind were wrecked from the long day spent taking our kids to their various lessons and activities. Kicking off the day with an early morning 5-mile run as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon; I was ready to shower and climb back into bed for a nap due to the late night spent with Paul, going over our plans for our summer vacation trip. Trying to plan a trip with teenagers and trying to find creative ways to have a hour or two each day to keep our intimacy from being shelved for ten days is exhausting and a little bit arousing. We extended last night as we couldn’t hold back from a lights-out session of Paul taking me from behind!

As exhausted as I was throughout the day, I had constant reminders of our brief intimacy all throughout the day beginning with stripping for my post-run shower. Paul’s semen coated my vulva and my underwear as gravity and the up-and-down pounding from my run worked a fair amount of it out. As the day progressed, Paul’s fragrance would permeate my shorts or be present when I found time to have five minutes in the bathroom between the kids’ activities. The scent of his semen is intoxicating and causes me to get wet at a moment’s notice, further stirring up the scent of love-making inside of me.

After dropping off our kids for their weekly evening event, Paul and I had nearly four hours alone and by then, I was more than ready to spend time in the serenity of his arms and the comfort of his loving touch.

Paul was just coming inside from his workout and was soaked in sweat due to the unusually warm weather. I know that most women can hardly stand to be around their men when they are dripping with perspiration, but Paul’s scent ignites me. Seeing his arms and legs bulging and glistening turns me on already, but the pheromones his body releases through his skin almost always readies me to receive him. I directed him to our bedroom and commanded him to strip to prepare for his shower (I won’t let him into our bed with his body beading with workout sweat). I could see that he was already excited (thank you, Joseph Shivers!!!) before he began to peel away his workout clothes! Seeing his cock bulging in his shorts – the details of the head, the length of his shaft – my God, I wanted that in my mouth and inside of me NOW!

He was standing there before me, completely exposed as his hard cock stood outward and pointed. I approached him and reached my hands behind his neck and pulled his head down toward me so that our lips could meet. I slid my hand down and took hold of his saturated shaft with my right hand. My left hand was in his wet hair and I pressed my tongue in past his lips. His cock firmed up in my hand as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my face. I ordered him into the shower and I washed his sweat from my hands as he cleaned it from his body.

I wanted him badly! My pussy was dripping and the butterflies were warring within my abdomen – I was entirely unsettled with excitement. Though Paul was inside of me less than 24 hours ago and that time was heavenly, I didn’t cum (I have yet to orgasm from penetration) and I was in need of release! I craved his touch on my skin. I desperately wanted to feel the weight of Paul’s body on me. I was gripped with hunger for him and I couldn’t wait for the time it would take for him to remove my clothes. As he showered for me, I took everything off and uncharacteristically left it all in a mess on the floor. Sitting on top of it all were my panties that were visibly soaked with my wetness and what remained of Paul’s cum from the night before.

I couldn’t believe that I was starting to tremble at the moment that Paul shut off the water in the shower. I was as excited as I was the first time he and I were about to make love. Then, I was more fearful of what our first time together was going to be like. Would he like my body? Would I satisfy him? Would I get pregnant? Tonight, the anticipation of the orgasm that I knew would be amazing. The tension. The build-up. My ever-increasing sensitivity. The warmth of his lips and tongue on my body. Oh dear Paul, please hurry!

I wanted him to skip the slowness that he gives to me. I wanted him to not take his time. I LOVE how he starts with gentle touching and kissing and how he talks to me as we move through from the first kiss. I crave all of it. I also enjoy pushing his body onto the bed and taking control, climbing on top as I take his cock inside and ride him, hard and fast. There are other times that I want him to take control of me, bend me over the bed and take me from behind. The instant gratification is what I want. To feel his length and thickness moving my insides as he presses inward. The sensation of him sliding deeper until I feel his balls against me. There is nothing like it! On this day, as I watched him towel his wet and clean body, as hungry as I was for his cock to be inside of me, it was his mouth and tongue that I wanted on me at this instant!

I lay on the bed on my back with my feet pulled back towards my ass exposing my wet and hungry pussy to the bathroom door hoping that Paul sees me and receives the message I am sending. Standing in front of the mirror, Paul brushes his blond hair but has yet to glance at me either in the reflection of the mirror or directly. The afternoon sun is shining in and bathing my body in natural light and warmth. I can only imagine what my will see in me as soon as he turns his head toward me.

Without a moment of hesitation he moves to me and drops to his knees. The smile that stretched across his face told me that he knew exactly what I wanted. His already hard cock stiffened even more as soon as our eyes met just prior to bending down. Paul loves giving me oral almost as much as I enjoy receiving him. Not having his cock in hand (or mouth), I was left wondering how much precum was beginning to drip from him. As his tongue caressed my outer labia and the warmth of his presence began to overtake me, I couldn’t help but think of how much is being wasted as it flows to the floor beneath him. Savoring every drop of his seed and how it flows so freely from within him, I was missing my treat but delightfully aching as he moved his tongue around on me.

From that moment of first contact, I was in heaven. Gradually, I was able to let go of Paul’s wasted semen allowing myself to get lost beneath the control he had over me with his tongue. I felt him all over me. Occasionally, i felt his sexy tongue darting inside of me as he sought out any residual cum from the previous night. As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel his presence upon me for as long as he could last. The conflict within me began to build as did my climb to ecstasy. I didn’t want to cum yet and yet I wanted to experience Paul’s gift immediately. His hands moved slowly up and down my thighs between the random grabbing of my ass. I didn’t want him to grow tired. The more that I thought about what he was doing to me made it increasingly difficult to keep my orgasm at bay.

Paul continued his tender yet deliberate licking of my lips and clitoris. The pressure deep within was mounting and I began to picture the relief of my orgasm followed by Paul’s cock entering me before my last wave of pleasure passed. At that moment, I lost control of my body. I was completely surrendered to Paul; he needed nothing more than his tongue to slay my body as the precious orgasm that I was drowning in, separated my consciousness from the physical world. I felt my abdomen convulsing and my legs began to quiver. My pussy was suddenly so hypersensitive that every movement of his tongue, regardless of pressure, was holding me in this state. The pleasure was fast becoming overwhelming transitioning to a pre-pain state.

“Fuck me, Paul, ” the voice within me sprang out without any measure of oversight from my brain, “I need you inside of me, NOW!” I continued. Paul immediately lifted himself and positioned the head of his beautiful penis near my opening and his eyes met mine. To him, I must have appeared to be starving; desperately hungering to have him enter me. He pushed in and I felt every inch of his cock displacing my extremely active insides. I was rocked by a chill that radiated outward from my pussy to my extremities as he penetrated me fully. He was inside me to my depths. I could feel him bottoming against my cervix producing a hint of pain with the blissful joy that he was giving me. I was tickled by his cock as my orgasm hadn’t fully subsided.

As he continued his deliciously deliberate stroking, my orgasm wouldn’t entirely abate. Paul kept me on the edge of wanting him to stop and to fuck me ceaselessly. I could feel his penis getting more firm inside of me and it was sending waves of heat throughout my body. My God, I love this man! He peered deep into my eyes and I could see that he was getting closer to cumming. His body is inside of mine and yet my soul was intertwined with his inside of him! The pleasure that I was feeling extended beyond the bounds of my body and it was as though I could feel what Paul was experiencing with each stroke. I could sense his impending orgasm from within him. The temperature in his cock seemed to keep my soul tethered to my body, stroke after precious stroke, my desire to feel his orgasm increased.

I didn’t realize that my hands had been on his biceps for quite some time. I was holding him as he pressed and withdrew from me. I slid my left hand down behind my ass. I wanted to touch him as he moved inside of me, cradling his balls. I drew my hand closer and as I made contact with his scrotum, my hand got wet with our fluids. Forcefully banging against my ass, his balls were saturated. I cradled my hand around him and they suddenly tightened. Paul let out the most beautiful guttural sound from deep within his chest as the explosive pulses began. I could feel his body pumping his precious semen into me both with my hand and my pussy. I could feel his body quiver with each pulse. I could feel his orgasm in my soul. My own orgasm had not fully subsided and his only intensified my own. He pressed his torso into me, penetrating me deeply as his cum jetted into me.

Receiving my husband’s seed is satisfying in that I am experiencing two sides of the same orgasm. The energy that is carried into me that is inherent within his semen provides me with a boost. I can discern a physiological change when he releases inside of me that lasts for hours, even if I did not have my own orgasm during sex. After the last pulse from his penis, Paul relaxed onto and remained inside of me. We kissed and cuddled and I felt his peaceful love and enjoyed his weight on my body. His penis remained somewhat hard, acting as a plug while retaining his semen inside of me. Paul’s gentle kisses on my cheeks, lips and neck relaxed me and I basked in his attention.

“Baby, I need you to lick my pussy,” I whispered into his ear as he pressed his face against mine. “You left a lot of cum inside of me,” I hinted, “I want to taste us!” I could feel the sudden burst of energy inside of me with the immediate hardening of Paul’s penis. The muscles in his face constricted telling me that he he was smiling with excitement at my suggestion. The subtle friction-sensation of his cock withdrawing from me was delightful and caused the butterflies to stir in my belly knowing that I was about to cum again.

I awoke and looked at the clock to see that it was almost 4:00am. Paul was passed out between my legs and we were both still naked. I was cold from laying exposed for a few hours. I remembered the last orgasm he took me to as I discerned the dried remnants of our love-fluids on his sleeping face. I got him to slide beneath the covers, turned out the lights and cuddled against him, fully contented and relaxed.

His alarm was going to sound in a few hours launching us both into another busy day. Those last few hours pressed against his skin were heavenly.

 

 

 

#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.