Sex and Science: Paul is Forever a Part of Me

The science of sex.

Pamela, One of my dearest friends was diagnosed with brain cancer more than a year ago and thankfully, following surgery and enduring a lengthy and difficult treatment process, she has been declared in remission (thank heavens!!). One of her physicians gave her information as part of her treatment to educate her in terms of the possible origins of her cancer (there is no history of the disease in her immediate family).  Within email and printed information was something that really stood out to me. In helping her to cope with the fears and listen to her questions over the last (now two) years, I read the information she was provided and have been giving it a different, more questioning consideration as it relates to my love for Paul and our intimacy.

It is a fact that Women Absorb And Retain DNA From Every Man They Have Sex With. The linked article (not one provided by Pamela’s doctor) was a contextual discovery that I made in seeking to learn more about the microchimerism study and it details some interesting facts. Like some of the women in the study, my dear friend has never given birth, let alone ever been pregnant. However, she is one of the most sexually active women that I know (if not the most sexually active – way more than I am). Pamela, before her symptoms surfaced, was having sex with different men on a regular basis. She would have a man in her bed in the evening and having morning sex with her next door neighbor (who is very married) before heading to work. We spent coffee dates talking about her men, how they make love and many other aspects of what she enjoyed. I often wondered if there was ever a cost to her activities. She was always careful and knew the men very well and ensure that they were medically clean. Pam is like me, very against having sex with condoms. She understands how much more closely connected intimacy brings us to our partner when there is no barrier between us and we get to receive their semen inside of us.

I have always known that when I have received semen inside me during intimacy, the energy transference that occurs is palpable. I could sense it from an early age. When a man ejaculated into a condom while inside of me, I never experienced the feelings that I do without the barrier. I can discern a different sort of transference when I receive semen into my mouth but nothing of the sort that I get receive, vaginally. I wasn’t at all shocked to read in the article about the DNA that is carried into us via the sperm.

“Every male you absorb spermatazoa from becomes a living part of you for life. The women autopsied in this study were elderly. Some had been carrying the living male DNA inside them for well over 50 years.

Sperm is alive. It is living cells. When it is injected into you it swims and swims until it crashes headlong into a wall, and then it attaches and burrows into your flesh. If it’s in your mouth it swims and climbs into your nasal passages, inner ear, and behind your eyes. Then it digs in. It enters your blood stream and collects in your brain and spine.”

Paul had a vasectomy several years ago which means that his semen carries no sperm when he cums. However, I still receive the energy from him and it remains with me for hours. Could it be that because there is DNA in his semen, it is still absorbed through the lining of my vagina and uterus, becoming a part of me? I don’t know the answers but it is certainly something that I know. I carry Paul inside me and I am his emotionally, spiritually and physically. I will carry him in this body for the rest of my life and I am thankful for this. His semen is truly a gift.

While I am on this subject and loving the idea of my husband’s semen and sperm (DNA) being blended into my own, I saw these videos a few months ago was captivated by the what was being captured. I can’t explain why I found these so fascinating but seeing the act of intimacy at the moment of ejaculation is so captivating. I picture Paul’s cock releasing each pulse of cum as I receive him. The feeling of him sliding into me with each spurt and knowing that this is a permanent gift that he is giving to me is fulfilling.

Don’t you just love science?

 

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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!

No Rest for the Aroused. Little Sleep for the Needy!

We have fallen into a bad habit of going to bed entirely too late in the past few weeks. For some reason, we cannot seem to get our kids and thus, ourselves to bed at a decent hour. The hot summer nights leave our non-air-conditioned house very warm which makes the idea of laying in or on the bed less than enticing. Despite the heat and lateness, Paul and I are entirely incapable of withholding our intimacy regardless of how much later into the night our sleep is pushed.

I need my sleep. Paul needs it too but he gets up for work regardless of how little rest he was able to get on a given night. Aside from going to bed late and making love before sleep, Paul has other concerns (that I won’t discuss, here) that cause disruptions or keep him from getting even a few hours of sleep. When his alarm sounds and he rises from bed, my sleep is also broken at that point. While he is showering, shaving and getting ready behind the closed-door of the bathroom each morning, I am struggling to fall back asleep.

For the last few years, Paul and I have been making love on a near-daily basis. Between my cycle days, we may miss one day each month. Last night as we lay together after making love, we tried to remember the most recent day that we missed an opportunity to be intimate. In the last three months, Paul and I have been starting our days with magnificent sex. On work days after he is showered and smells incredibly amazing, he bends over to kiss me goodbye and his hands trace my body. While his lips press against mine, his fingers part my pussy and dip into my wetness and within seconds, Paul’s cock is sending me into ecstasy. After we cum and he pulls out of me, I am sated and throbbing yet I am so ready to fall back into deep sleep. Paul dresses and heads off to work with a smile on his face!

Because of the late nights and being absolutely satisfied and filled with the love that Paul left inside of me, I fall back to sleep and don’t wake for a few more hours. The rest of the day, Paul’s reminder of himself is apparent. I smell his scent on my skin and the fragrance of his semen mixed with my wetness floods the room when I change for a run or shower. I am tired and relaxed. After a run, Paul’s love is still flowing from me. Though I complete what I want to accomplish and my distractions are minimal, my prevailing thoughts are of his return and the desire to be wrapped around him once again and yet, we repeat the late night once more. From the moment he walks in the door, his embraces and kisses, soft caresses and squeezes of my ass are incessant and wonderful. Ever indication that we are giving to each other is that we cannot wait to tear off our clothes and reunite our bodies in heated passion.  And still, we remain up late.

As I write this, I am dreaming of Paul’s chest and hands. My desire to trace his muscles and caress his nipples and gently kiss his torso is an almost overbearing need. I want his hands around me, gliding over my ass and the small of my back as our tongues meet in our kiss. That moment when we can finally be together tonight, skin to skin. Time passes so slowly but the anticipation for our union compounds. I am aflame inside with desire to be taken by my husband. I need to feel his hands upon every inch of my body. I need to feel his weight on me as he moves inside of me, thrusting and withdrawing as his animal instincts command his motions. Senses-overload when his tongue meets my pussy again tonight. My body will quake with shuddering release. Paul doesn’t have to think about a single action. His body, hands, tongue and cock know me and how to deliver me into climax though I wish that I could hold it in that mouth-watering build-up where I am at my most insatiable. When I feel my body and soul move over the edge, I know that I am no longer in any form of control. I am at the mercy of pleasure and it will get to the point where it MUST cease or I will lose myself.  Paul senses my need for cessation and moves his body to enter me again and I am taken to another realm of heaven.

My meandering thoughts are too much for this to make sense to anyone. It doesn’t seem intelligible in the least as I read back through what I wrote.  This post was only meant to pour out my heart as I lament my need for being in bed much sooner than we have been.

I am weary from it all and yet I only need more with Paul.

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.

 

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.

Double Agony

Away from me and distant from my bed, Paul was on yet another business trip. His career and colleagues in Boston held his attention while my bed at home was empty. This was a time when his career was really starting to take off and his current position kept him on the road quite a lot as he met with leaders of the different office locations within his company. Though it had been years since he served, my husband’s time on the road was dredging up the memories of incessant longing that I had for him during each of his military deployments or when he was gone for lengthy maneuvers. On this night, I was so hungry for him.

Away from me and distant from my bed, Paul was on yet another business trip. His career and colleagues in Boston held his attention while my bed at home was empty. This was a time when his career was really starting to take off and his current position kept him on the road quite a lot as he met with leaders of the different office locations within his company. Though it had been years since he served, my husband’s time on the road was dredging up the memories of incessant longing that I had for him during each of his military deployments or when he was gone for lengthy maneuvers. On this night, I was so hungry for him.

In a text to Paul, I told him of my longing and that the next four days would be agony in his absence. Less than 15 minutes later, I received a text. No words. Just a picture. The fly of his suit trousers was lowered and his gorgeous cock was jutting out. His erection so firm and long, it would have torn through the fabric.  I needed to feel him. I needed to feel his warm length inside of me. The vision of his flesh was so overpowering. All that I could think about was feeling him…


I have learned to be very secure in my marriage and I have a lot of trust in my husband. To say that I am not bothered or concerned about other women in Paul’s life would be a lie, though I know that his heart is very true. He is brutally honest and discloses everything to me. At the same time, Paul has a hard time recognizing when a woman makes a pass at him, mistaking their flirtatious behavior as “just being friendly.” He has a huge heart, but since we have been together for so long, I think he is rather oblivious to their advances. Perhaps it is simply that he can compartmentalize that side of him, keeping intimacy, arousal and sexual excitement entirely reserved for me.

When he travels, one of his team members and his manager travel with him. Both of them are incredibly gorgeous women. In social settings that I have been party to, I have watched the flirting increase in concert with the alcohol flow. Typically, Paul doesn’t have more than one drink so his inhibitions and resistance to his colleagues’ flirting is very strong. But when he is on the road, I am left to wonder what either of the two women might try with him. For the most part, I am confident in my trust in Paul and I find that their attraction and flirts to be somewhat exciting (I don’t like it when women do this with me next to him – it makes me feel entirely overlooked or disregarded). Paul is an attractive man and it makes me feel very sexy to know that my husband is desired but he has given himself to me.


…my kids were out of the house for a few hours and  I was alone, staring at a gorgeous picture of my husband’s erect manhood. My mouth watered as I imagined the head of his cock touching my lips. I could make out Paul’s scent in my mind picturing my tongue reaching out to touch the drop of dew that was forming on the tip. My mind wandered to the drawer of my nightstand to retrieve my favorite toy. I couldn’t stop sensing the warmth of his cock. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet to warm the soft silicone skin. I held my phone in hand, staring and daydreaming about Paul’s penis, waiting for the temperature to rise to meet my own.

I grabbed my warm toy and with phone in hand, laid down on the bed and wrestled off my jeans. The butterflies in my stomach had my body alight. I was emotionally conflicted: I was missing Paul terribly and I was aroused by the image of his magnificent cock. My right hand slid beneath the waistband of my panties. I began to rub my clitoris – I could feel that I was already soaked and decided to slide out of my underwear altogether. My toy was still warm from the hot water in the bathroom and I brushed it across my the outer lips of my kitty. The warmth of the silicone was equal to mine and I was instantly thinking of Paul’s cock. I turned on the switch to get the vibration started and started to work in into my pussy.

The pulsating pattern was my preference and the sensations immediately got the blood flowing in my labia, causing the tissue to swell. As Paul would say, I was getting engorged. I pushed again feeling no resistance inside of me. I hadn’t bothered with lube (I seldom need any) so there was no hesitation for the toy to slid the rest of the way inside of me leaving me gasping to catch my breath. I wanted to close my eyes, but Paul’s cock was so inviting and my stare was fixed upon him. The rabbit part of my vibrator made sweet contact with my clit – it landed perfectly! The feeling sent a wave of sensation akin to a sweet gust of wind with an overwhelming scent of white ginger, I was taken aback. “Paul!” I cried out.

The sweet feelings were crippling me. I was paralyzed by the cascading vibrations. I was fixating on the lines, the shape, the head and texture – the veins of Paul’s cock drawing me to him. My left hand began to send the vibrator plunging into me. My hips widened and the sexy wet sounds of the vibrator colliding with the soft folds of my pussy. I was being drawn away from my body with each delicious collision. I was caught in the riptide of pleasure. I felt myself drowning in the sensual pleasure! Never having given myself an orgasm, I was gaining confidence that this was THE time. It was happening! I was letting go of every one of my senses. I was letting go of all control in anticipation, feeling my vibrator and seeing Paul’s cock!  I began to let a whisper develop to a low hum. My vocal chords made no sound but in my mind, my voice was building to a crescendo as the thought formed, “I’m cum….!” My hand was on fire in a second. The picture on my phone instantly changed to Paul’s handsome face. “Where’s his cock? What is happening?”

My hand holding the phone was vibrating along with the dido in my pussy. I was disoriented for a moment when I realized that Paul was calling me, his timing was utterly impeccable.  I moved my finger to accept his call.  My orgasm was gone – my first was not coming to me on this night. I didn’t have the heart to tell him what happened.

After we spoke and said our “goodnights” to each other, mind began to wander. How did he have an opportunity to snap a picture of his erect penis and send it to me with such quick turnaround when he was at dinner with his colleagues? What an emotional turnaround.

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.