She Loves My Creampie Eating as Much as I Do!

For Melinda and me, another night of amazing sex means that, at some point, my wife’s creampie gets licked clean and I am the happy and hungry recipient of my own cum. The pleasure meter is now routinely getting buried…like my face to my wife’s cum-soaked pussy…all the way.

What I am coming to realize is that Melinda has wanted me to do this for a very long time. In my previous post (see: Finally! I broke through and Cleaned the Mess I Made), I found that when I finally told Melinda (while actively engaged in intercourse) that I intended on licking my cum from her, she gasped in excitement at the thought. I had been worried that she would find the idea too disgusting (or that there was something wrong with me) at the idea of me, her husband, eating his own semen. Amazingly, the opposite was true. My wife’s arousal skyrocketed and her vaginal walls began to spasm as she pulled her legs, opening her vagina wide and deep, begging me to go as far in as I could go. My massive semen release was exciting to me as I knew that I was going to have a LOT of cum and even more pleasure.

Since that night, my wife will randomly ask me on if I really do enjoy the messy mixture of our fluids. When I respond that I am overwhelmingly turned on just thinking about it, she gasps and gets lost into her own thoughts of me lapping up every drop of cum. She bites her lower lip and relaxes her eyelids, offering a subtle, smirky smile of delight, thinking ahead to another evening of me eating her creampie.

Last night after she sucked on my cock, she wanted me to get inside of her so that I could begin thrusting and releasing my semen (via edging). Melinda was aggressively pursuing my edging ejaculations in order to get her pussy sloppy with cum, looking ahead to me licking her pussy while lapping up our frothy mixture of her wetness and my cum.

Again, she asks me about my desires for our love juices and I can see her body responds which tells me she is incredibly turned on by the thought. Her orgasm while I was licking her pussy last night was, as she said, the most one of the most enjoyably massive one she’s ever experienced. When I reentered her, she couldn’t stop having successive orgasms…something that is a rare occurrence for her. Clearly the mental and physical stimulation was at an all-new high, fueled by my creampie eating and, what I suspect, has been the fulfillment of one of her secret fantasies. But what gets us both overcharged is when I kiss her with my lips and tongue coated with our fluids, the flavor is unmistakable and we both are propelled to continue.

 

Finally! I broke through and Cleaned the Mess I Made

The evening was one of decadence. I veritable sensual assault on my palate and my libido. Melinda’s orgasmic release was only heightened by my whisperings, telling her of my plans only to be further escalated when tongue met saturated vulva and the seminal-vaginal fluid mixture was consumed, lick by gentle lick.

Authors’ note: This article was written in the context of Paul’s journey to break through the barrier of inhibition about eating his creampies with his wife. We will be sharing several more articles that address many of the obstacles that we both had to overcome to attain the sexual freedom we now enjoy.

After so many nights (days, weeks, months…er…years) of sexual activities, last night was THE breakthrough that I’ve awaited with much anticipation. Utterly amazing what overcoming a barrier like this has done for lighting up our bed! I am so encouraged that I will now be able to incorporate post-(orgasm) ejaculation cunnilingus into our sexual encounters and activities on a recurring, if not regular basis!

The evening began like many others – a shower and the warm-up kissing and mutual caressing. Melinda noted the small, battery powered bullet and wondered why it was out being as her favorite toy is her Lelo Sorya due to the overwhelming orgasms she achieves from brief stimulation. When I told her that it was for use on me during fellatio, she was quietly excited at the idea of something spicy to do for me.

When she was ready to move down to me, she grabbed my cock and began stroking the shaft and caressing my boys. Her lips met the head and she began to lick around, moving down to the underside of the glans and corona. Switching on the bullet, she immediately began to apply vibration to the base of the shaft whilst sucking and licking the head. The tingles from the pulsation traveled to the shaft and to my perineum muscles and prostate. The sensation was, to say the least, fabulous!

After a few orgasmic near misses (I got very close to ejaculation), Melinda pulled off, laid back and I moved in for some stroking – my goal to edge a number of times in order to fill her with semen prior to licking her. As I entered, I noticed an unusual increase in arousal and sensitivity in both of us – most likely due to the addition of the vibrator. Melinda’s labia and clitoral shaft were enlarged more than normal without a stroke of stimulation. My sensitivity had me at the point of no return after one or two strokes.

With some careful maneuvering and positioning, I was able to commence in long-term thrusting, trying desperately to push my penis head to the spongy “G-spot” area of the inside of her pussy. Within 5-6 minutes, I felt the prostate pressure mounting and I shortened my strokes to get my orgasm to the edge slowly to prevent myself from going over. As I felt the ejaculation urge arise, I clamped down on the PC-muscle stopping the orgasm while releasing a full pulsations of semen. The beauty of employing the edging technique (provided one is diligent with Kegel exercises and has a strong PC-muscle) is that extending penis-in-vagina activities to be prolonged while her pussy gets increasingly lubricated with the accumulating semen.

Following the third edged-release of my semen, I spied my cock as I withdrew from Melinda’s sloppy pussy to see that it had the appearance of a glistening freshly glazed, elongated doughnut. I looked at my wife’s vaginal opening in time to see a large glob of pearlescent liquid beginning to breech her labia. Extremely aroused and excited, I leaned down thrusting my tongue into the warm cum and scooped out a what seemed like a mouthful. The rich thickness of our cum was overwhelming. I could taste the combination of our flavours swirled together into a concoction of sexy nectar. I continued to extract as much as I could reach with my tongue, stopping only to insert my index finger to scoop out what was beyond the tip of my tongue.

I dragged residue out and upward as I coated Melinda’s labia and clitoral hood with our love juices. I was sensing the tingling sensation on my tongue and in my mouth so I was certain that her vulvar region was similarly stimulated. I began to work on teasing her lips and frenulum while hinting at contact with her clitoris. I continued to work for a time, escalating her arousal as I increased my tongue strokes. She experienced a few small arousal peaks as I worked. Melinda’s excitement was climbing and she begged for the Sorya.

Wanting to oblige her, I reached for the pink wonder and eased in. With a few strokes, Melinda heaved her hips back, begging me to turn it on as she invited a deeper thrust. With a press of the button, the friendly hum engaged and she settled into the sensation. I continued to lick and tease her clit as I worked the toy. Within a few minutes, her body clenched as she tightened for a massive orgasm. Her scream of delight was so loud, I knew the children had to be awakened. With the warm spring evening and the windows open, every neighbor on our street HAD to know that she was hitting the high of orgasmic highs. I have come to enjoy her climaxes more than my own as her signals are so excitingly sexy!

Melinda, not wanting to come down too far after I shut down her Sorya, begged me to get inside of her. As a husband seeking every opportunity to please her, I rapidly obeyed and entered for another session of intercourse. Moments into thrusting, I began to think of how I wanted to broach the subject of eating her creampie. I began to tell her how much I enjoy the sloppy liquids that we create. I began to tell her how sexy the mess is. Melinda’s responses were so electrifying as she spread her legs wide and pulled them back, allowing me to go as deep as I wanted. Her breathing began to get very rapid as she affirmed how sexy she thought it was. I told her that I was going to taste our juices after I came…and she lost all control.

Melinda began to orgasm again (which seldom occurs during intercourse). She said that it was incredibly sexy that I was going to do that. My wife was so heated and so turned on at the thought of me lapping up my semen and her juices…the massive flow…that she just let loose. I couldn’t help but let go of all control. No more edging. No more holding back. I let go of such a wonderfully massive orgasm as my cock began to throb sending pulse after pulse of liquid rushing into her beautiful pussy.

After 8-9 squirts, I quickly withdrew and headed down. The look in her eyes of innocence and allure as she watched me head down once again, this time without a doubt as to the mess at hand. She and I were out of our minds with excitement as I lapped up every drop of liquid that I could get my tongue on. I continued to work her after cleaning all of the visible and reachable cum that I could find. After all was said and done, Melinda headed to the bathroom for her usual post-ejaculation cleanup only to find that there was NOTHING left. I had taken it all in. Her delighted smile was all I needed to see to confirm that we had broken through. This was the milestone that I have been working for the last year to achieve.

The evening was one of decadence. I veritable sensual assault on my palate and my libido. Melinda’s orgasmic release was only heightened by my whisperings, telling her of my plans only to be further escalated when tongue met saturated vulva and the seminal-vaginal fluid mixture was consumed, lick by gentle lick.

Creampie-Eating: A Woman’s Perspective

What is it about creampie eating that makes some males so excited? Is it the thought that this is truly eating the forbidden fruit: or is it the strong desire to please our ladies? Either way, some men want to eat creampie prior to cumming but most shy away after. This article is about the joy women receive from creampie licking and how to teach your man to get over the creampie blues. Most couples report that their relationship and love making rocket to the next level once the creampie blues are understood and overcome.

Sometimes, a writer must concede that he or she is not the authority on a topic or in this case, the perspective of a segment of the population of which he or she is not a member. In trying to convey the female perspective on husbands performing cunnilingus on their wives following (penis-in-vagina, or PIV) sex and subsequent ejaculation, I found this attributable article that conveys the message that I have been attempting to deliver to you. While I found the article on the Love Talk Forum (LTF) enlightening, the poster didn’t reveal their source. After several days of searching, I was unable to locate the source of this wonderful message.

I did take some liberty to make minor grammatical and punctuation changes along with some softening of the terms and verbiage to make the post more congruent with the rest of the The Essence of Making Love blog content. I have provided a link to the source (on the LTF) to give access to those of you who prefer the raw, unfiltered text.

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Source: Love Talk Forum (disbanded)
Thread title: Oral sex after sex. I’ve been getting these questions about creampies
Original Author: Unknown
Date Posted: 5 October 2010

What is it about creampie eating that makes some males so excited? Is it the thought that this is truly eating the forbidden fruit: or is it the strong desire to please our ladies? Either way, some men want to eat creampie prior to cumming but most shy away after. This article is about the joy women receive from creampie licking and how to teach your man to get over the creampie blues. Most couples report that their relationship and love making rocket to the next level once the creampie blues are understood and overcome.

The vast majority (99.9%) of men, an orgasm is immediately followed by, for lack of a better term, the Post-Orgasm Blues (POB). POB is a very legitimate feeling. It is the feeling you get after orgasm that just makes you want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, turn the game back on or do anything except think about sex.  You cum and immediately you lose interest in sex for a little while. There’s no escaping it. POB is a physiological response caused by cascading hormones in your brain. You have little to no control over (without training and encouragement).

The orgasmic cycle and POB physiological response is described (source):

An orgasm (sexual climax) is the conclusion of the plateau phase of the sexual response cycle and may be experienced by both males and females. Orgasm is characterized by intense physical pleasure, controlled by the involuntary, or autonomic, nervous system. It is accompanied by quick cycles of muscle contraction in the lower pelvic muscles, which surround the primary sexual organs and the anus. Orgasms are often associated with other involuntary actions, including muscular spasms in other areas of the body, a general euphoric sensation, and frequently, vocalizations. 

Post orgasm is often experienced as relaxing, which is attributed to the release of prolactin. Male and female brains demonstrate similar changes during orgasm, with brain scans showing a temporary reduction in the activity of large parts of the cerebral cortex. Sexual drive is greatly reduced after orgasm. 

Prolactin (PRL) or Luteotropic hormone (LTH) is a peptide hormone primarily associated with lactation. In breastfeeding, the act of an infant suckling the nipple stimulates the production of prolactin, which fills the breast with milk via a process called lactogenesis, in preparation for the next feed. Oxytocin, another hormone, is also released, which triggers milk let-down. 

In the heat of passion he think he wants to clean out your vagina, but it’s easier said than done because POB can be pretty powerful. Biology trumps desire almost every time.

And let’s forget about the homophobic angle here while we’re on the subject of creampies, shall we? Since when is cunnilingus a homosexual activity (well, unless you’re a lesbian–but that’s another post). I’m not saying that creampies aren’t out there on the fringe – but there’s certainly nothing homosexual about them. Eating a creampie might make him kinky, submissive, or even a little humiliated but it doesn’t make him gay. It makes him a better lover.

So…is it possible to train your man to defeat POB and eat creampie? That’s a good question. You and your partner will be happy to hear the answer is a definite YES. The effects of POB can be overcome. Your brain can be taught to do anything it naturally says “no” to. It takes practice, encouragement, understanding and the most important thing, desire. Not all men have the desire, but if you are with a man who has a desire to eat creampie then you owe it to yourself and him to overcome the POB’s because your sex life and that of your partner will be greatly improved. Consider yourselves one of the lucky ones. Creampie eating is one of the closest, trusting experiences any couple can do. Once he overcome the blues you will want to make it part of your lovemaking routine. Most women say they wished there men had confided in them years ago.

Here are a few proven ways for beating the post-orgasm blues. Most females take to these suggestions quickly and normally report that they take an active role in being the initiators in sex. A female’s sex drive is much higher than that of a male so your frequency will increase dramatically. After all, practice makes perfect. Also, most women report enjoying the feeling of control they are have over their partners. Because of this, creampie-eating will become a constant part of your sexual repertoire.

  • Just do it. This sounds simple, but caving in to POB really is largely mental. If someone rang a fire alarm right after he came, he could muster the energy to get out alive and maybe even spare some energy to put on clothes. He is not in coma, so snap him out of it and have him clean you. You know he has a strong desire and now it’s your turn to cum.
  • Consider creampie eating part of lovemaking, the middle part. Part of the problem for him is an orgasm is a nice stopping place, like a period to a sentence. If you considered it a comma, you would just go on. If he is able to make you cum first, you always had to keep your sexual drive high enough to let him do his deed. Now is the time to change that. When he cums, its your turn, have him slide down as if you are ready for the next phase in a continuous lovemaking medley and you are not done yet.With this attitude, you can keep going all night. Ladies – here is where you can truly take an active part in coaching your man. Men who have a desire to eat creampie, already love cunnilingus. Take charge and have him lick your vulva. Get hot and get wet but do not let your orgasm come. Have the discipline to stop him and tell him to enter you and thrust inside of you hard and deep. After he releases insist that it is your turn and push him south. Not only do you get to enjoy and orgasm (or two), but you will be squeaky clean.
  • Change up the times of that you make love. If you always have intimacy at night, he (and you) will already be tired before you begin. The POB just adds to his exhaustion and he drop happily into sleep. Why not try a “nooner” or a “wake-me-up?” His energy level will still be high and he will have a better chance of defeating the dreaded POB.
  • Why not take a rest? Who says that ten seconds after his last ejaculation spurt that he needs to be heading south? Spend a minute, two minutes, ten or fifteen — whatever it takes! — then slide down. OK, so you will have drained a little but that’s ok. Collect any leakage and place it on your clitoris. You don’t want to make a mess and you sure don’t want him to miss any of his treat. This also allows for more excitement for you. Make him lick your fingers clean while he is taking a rest. I also suggest that you shave. It makes cleaning up  your vulva easier and (most) men love the “clean” look. Besides, trying to lick clean matted pubic hair is almost impossible.Talk it over with him. This desire has been around for years. He has confided with you a very personal wish. Let him know your feelings and you love the idea of him licking you clean. That alone can resolve emotional issues such as embarrassment that masquerade as POB. Tease him by telling him “your going to lick me clean tonight”. This will keep both of your sexual excitement high. Take him by the hand and say, “time for your creampie” and lead him off to the bedroom when he least expects it. No more just watching TV all night. Also give him encouragement, which can be helpful. Tell him you’re going to sit on his face afterward. When he is down there licking you clean, talk to him:“That’s it honey, lick me clean!”
    “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
    “It feels great!”
  • Give it a practice run. Have him thrust inside you for a little while and then lick you a little. Thrust some more, lick some more. Keep it up, and after he cums, it is just another part of the cycle.
  • Ladies – treat this like basketball tryouts; that something this good is worth fighting for! Make him earn a position on the bench. Be his coach. Coaching is about verbal instructions, lots of reinforced behavior change, being tough, caring, aiming for perfection and practice, practice, practice. If you feel semen running down the crack of your bottom, tell him that he is missing some and make sure he licks it up. I suggest in the early stages of overcoming his POB, make him clean you out as often as you can. When I was training my husband he ate me out 2 times/day. Once in the morning and sometime during the day. That lasted a week. After that, we settled into a regular pattern and because of that, he became a pro. But even professionals need practice. I still surprise him when he least expects it. Such as 20 minutes before we need to leave for his mother’s house for dinner. But spontaneity and surprises are fun.
  • Last but definitely not least, collect and save his semen from the night before. Have him collect it in a glass and kept it fresh in the fridge. The next night, prior to heading to bed poured it all over your vulva. When he goes down (prior to POD), he is greeted with day old creampie. It is a fantastic training method, but once you are trained, semen (like bread) is much better when freshly made than day old.

Ladies treat your man’s desire as a gift. You have an opportunity to take control in your sexual activities. There are women in this world who have never experienced an orgasm. You are blessed with a man who has a unique desire that needs to be embraced and developed. Having a man lick your vulva is one thing, but teaching him to love eating creampie, gives you a very special position of authority in love making. Generally, you are in control. You are the last one to cum and you no longer leak all over the place. Enjoy your new found role in love-making. Good luck and don’t take “no” for an answer. In no time flat your lover will be enjoying himself and, rest assured that you both will be.

If your lover finds this desire of yours to be a turn on or even just as tolerable, you (both) are in for a radical change. You will be fulfilling your desire more than you ever dreamed. Most couples report a ten-fold increase in their love-making because she loves her new role in the bedroom and feels there is a lot of catching up to do.

 

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.

#NSFW Sickness? We don’t let that stop our love-making!

“I want to feel you inside of me, now” she said followed with a few coughs. It was very different from normal but it was also more than I could take.

“I want to feel you inside of me, now” she said followed with a few coughs. It was very different from normal but it was also more than I could take.

Sickness has been making its way through my home over the last few days and I was feeling bad for Melinda as she was feeling terrible.On the previous night, we both had worked out earlier in the evening and saved our post-exercise workout for when we were headed to bed so that our bodies would be fresh for each other to enjoy. We showered individually and once in bed I began kissing and inhaling, relishing the flavor and scent of her skin. Melinda took my cock into her hand and began caressing and stroking me. Because of the late hour, I knew that she wanted to enjoy our love-making but was also ready for sleep. Suddenly, she began to apologize and asked to stop. Nausea had swept through her body and she couldn’t move ahead.

I felt terrible for her and while also sensing a slight bit of rejection in the pit of my stomach. For a moment, I paused and tried to focus on her and how she was feeling, completely understanding that she was feeling ill and that it had nothing to do with me. Still, my thoughts went immediately to self-doubt, “am I repulsive and make her feel ill?” It was a ridiculous thought and I put it aside and asked my wife if there was anything that I could get for her while assuring her that I was fine with stopping.

The next morning, I left Melinda in bed asleep as I departed for work. Later that afternoon, I was fully aware that she was afflicted with some sort of a cold or mild flu. When headed for bed, having sex was the furthest thing from my mind. Melinda and I had both been reading a blogger friend’s description about manual and oral stimulation that we wanted to try (when she was feeling better). The description was quite hot and very specific yet was a departure from anything that we have experimented with before. As with the previous night, I headed for the shower to wash the sweat from my earlier workout off of my body.

The way that the shower in our en suite bathroom is positioned, the line of sight into the bedroom is very limited. The room was quiet and I could tell that Melinda had already turned off her lamp. The room was still lit which meant that my own lamp remained lit. I hung the towel and walked toward the door an reached to toggle the light switch while catching a glimpse of something so amazingly sexy in my peripheral vision.

image (1)Before I tripped over my chin, I pulled my jaw back up to my face while staring at and walking toward the bed.  Melinda was on her knees, straddling and relaxed into a few of our bed pillows, comfortably awaiting me with her sexy and quite naked ass aimed directly at the bathroom door. She was resting her head on another pillow while her eyes looked back toward me. I could see that she had a considerably broad smile, decidedly pleased with my surprised reaction. She looked between my legs and noted that I sprang to life. “Are you feeling better?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, “I just want to feel and enjoy you. I missed you last night! <cough, cough>”

I was a little concerned, “are you sure about this?”

“Don’t worry,” she chimed, ” I am not going to kiss you and share my cold with you. This way, I am not tempted with your face being so far away from mine!”

Her logic seemed reasonable to me and I bent down, leaning my face in between her legs. I pressed my face to her inner thighs while my hands caressed her cheeks. My tongue began to trace the skin surrounding her opening. I wanted to give her a clitoral orgasm and began to work towards that with my tongue. “NO!” she coughed, “I want to feel you inside me! NOW!”

image (2)Without any hesitation, I climbed to my knees and positioned myself behind her gorgeous ass. Her pussy was glistening from her own wetness and felt my cock being grabbed and pulled towards her. She was guiding me inside of her which is something that I love. Amidst all of the stroking and thrusting, Melinda’s pleasure-prompted sighs and moans were disrupted by the obvious affects of her illness. When she coughed, her pussy would grip my cock as if were held and squeezed in her fist. The sensation was amazing but, emotionally, I felt terrible for her.

I continued thrusting inside of her. She warned me to not go to deep in this position. Before too long, she spread her knees further apart and pushed her chest and face into her pillow. Within moments, I could feel her body trembling and the muffled sound of pleasure. Melinda was enjoying a wonderful orgasm while I continued. My nerves seemed hypersensitive within seconds of her climax and soon I was building toward the point of no return. “Yes, cum inside me! Cum inside me!” Melinda exclaimed. My body suddenly froze. I couldn’t thrust anymore with the powerful release began. She sensed my orgasm as my cock pulsed inside of her, “Yes! I feel you cumming!” she exclaimed.

We remained connected for a moment or two. Melinda signaled that she was done and wanted to get dressed and go to sleep. As if on cue, her coughing returned with vigor as she walked to the bathroom. She turned back to me with a smile. “I love you, Will.” Still processing the entire activity, I grinned back at her, “I love you, too, Melinda!” We slipped into and beneath the covers. Melinda fell asleep within seconds.

Though I was thoroughly amazed that she wanted to make love while feeling terrible, I felt a little guilty for it. Today, she emailed me and told me that she was feeling much better and that the reason had to be the sex from last night.

Hopefully, she will still need to feel better tonight!