The Season for Giving and Receiving: Mel and Paul Taking Time

Holiday Greetings to all of our readers and followers!

As Melinda wrote last week, this time of the year is borderline insanity for us in terms of the demands of our schedules. We are getting pulled from so many directions and though it may sound as if there are complaints interlaced within my commentary – there are none. This time of the year is loved and enjoyed by both of us and our children.  However, we also love to share our intimate lives within our blog.

Considering the aforementioned, Melinda and I will be taking a sabbatical from writing and posting here in order to focus on the season. There can be no doubt that we will be spending every moment that we can share together, giving each other the pleasure that we both crave, desire, need and enjoy from our partner. I foresee that there will be a moment or two that we experience that will be worthy of giving to you, our beloved readers. I also owe you my perspective of the fantasy that my sexy and gorgeous wife gave to me a short time ago.

 

If we can find a lull in the business, we will write and share the wonderful pleasures that we enjoy giving to each other. After all, this is the season of giving and sharing!

I can see Mel now, readying her gorgeous body with a sexy lingerie to impart the season of giving, snuggling with me by the fireplace as a precursor to the delicious Christmas delights that we will soon be enjoying; her exquisite and soft skin responding to the caresses of my hands, lips and tongue and her delicious touching of my chest, shoulders, arms and legs; the taste of her heavenly wetness slowly overtaking my senses as my lips and tongue pleasure her clitoris and pussy; the warmth of Mel hungrily taking me into her mouth. Every action and non-action of an evening that commences quietly and reaches a series of vocal tumult and pleasure-filled writhing and moving.

It is the melding of two bodies; two beings into a single sentient being and complete oneness.  The slow-building from calm as I lick from within her body the completion of each conclusive action; the essence of the physical love that is created and shared with eager kisses that serve to recommence the beauty of connection, once again. Giving and receiving is what we love and what we enjoy.

Happy and Merry Christmas!

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Different Tasting Semen; Do Men Taste Different? Delivering on my Husband’s Fantasy

With the Holiday season beginning last week, life is taking Paul and me through more changes in terms of the time that we have available for each other. Schedules become so compressed and filled with activities as we prepare for each event that we have some measure of inescapable obligation to participate in that it leaves so little time for the what Paul and I both want and need from each other.

We have been finding ourselves spending time when we are not actively cuddling, kissing, embracing, making love or talking about intimacy. When we are apart from each other, we are increasingly exchanging sexy messages (I cringe at the term “sexting”) that often include explicit and very sexy pictures. Our marriage has continued to grow deeper as we gain confidence in being able to share ideas, desires and needs. Our conversations continue to bound into the areas of our fantasies and the interestst that extend our ideas and concepts of healthy boundaries and what we might be willing to entertain for the health of our intimacy. A while ago, Paul was bold enough to express one of his fantasies to me that had me thinking of how we could possibly accomplish this.

I don’t think that I am ready to experience another man making love to me nor do I think that I could ever allow another man’s cock to enter me, let alone allow his cum to flood my pussy. In wanting to give to my husband, I came up with an idea that would give him a sense of this and I wanted to surprise him with it while not letting on to what I was going to do. I needed to wait for the perfect timing and with our kids being away for sleep-overs, I knew what I wanted to do. Our children were planning on being at their friends after dinner and staying for the better part of the following Saturday morning and afternoon. Paul was planning on working in the yard and I wanted to get the house decorated for the holidays so the timing was right; the kids were gone and we were both at home.

I woke up early Saturday morning because I wanted to get an early start as I had a few pieces that I had in mind that I needed to pick up. I didn’t want to spend too long away so that I  would be able to give Paul a taste of his fantasy and still be able to get the house ready. The thought of having my husband so aroused by what I was going to give to him made me so excited and made my pussy dripping with wetness. I reached over to Paul and started to play with his morning hardness. I whispered into his ear that I needed him inside of me and squeezed his shaft in my grip. I felt a responsive throb in his cock as he turned towards me and positioned himself onto me. I still held his penis in my hand and pulled him, guiding the head of his cock past my lips. Paul pushed into me with a gentle, deep thrust and I pulled my knees back to allow him all the way inside. His moan mirrored mine as I felt him fill me with his entire length.

Morning sex is always a workout for us both. Paul was still groggy when he entered me and it takes him longer to reach his orgasm as his sensitivity is somewhat dulled by sleep. I started to get him more excited, telling him, “fuck me. baby! I need to feel your cock fuck me hard!” My husband is so gentle with me as he moves inside of my pussy. He doesn’t fuck me (like we have seen in porn movies) with any sort of robotic movements. His body motions synchronize with mine and we move together with singularity almost like two dancers. There is fluidity to how we make love but I know that my commands were turning him on and making him penetrate me more aggressively. I could feel the heat building inside of me as my husband drew nearer to his climatic pleasure. He started to slow, wanting to extend our time together, “No baby! I need to feel you cum!” I cried out. “Please let your cock cum inside of me now, baby!”

His breathing quickened and his cock grew so hard and suddenly began to pulse inside of me. He tightened his ass and legs and pushed deep into me as he came. His semen pumped into me and it felt wonderful to feel his release. He kept cumming. Though he was all the way inside of me, I could feel his semen flowing out of me around his shaft. I knew at that moment that my plans for him were going to be successful! I held Paul on top of me (and inside of me) for a bit as his breathing slowed. I felt his penis getting softer inside of me and I knew he was starting to fall back to sleep, his body completely relaxed from the release. I got up after a few more minutes and quickly showered, put on my make-up (as Paul would say, I got myself “dolled-up”) and got into my tight jeans and a form-fitting top. I felt sexy and wanted to look sexy for Paul, when I got back.

I got to the store and found what I was looking for and as I was walking up to pay, my phone vibrated. Paul sent me a sexy message and a pic of his hard cock. It appears that he wasn’t wanting to get outside to begin his work, just yet. Seeing his firm penis and knowing that he wanted me again stirred the excitement within me. I could feel Paul’s semen pooling in my panties already and now with my pussy getting wet, more of his cum was beginning to move downward. Trying to set the fantasy into motion, I didn’t respond to him. I paid for my things and walked to the car. Looking at the time on my phone, I realized that I had been away for almost two hours.  As I pulled out of the parking lot, my phone buzzed again. Since it had only been a few minutes since his last text, I knew that Paul was getting anxious. At the next stoplight, I peeked at my phone and saw yet another pic of his cock in the grip of his hand. “I want that!” I screamed in my head and proceeded as soon as the light changed.

I pulled into the driveway after 20 minutes and noticed that he not only texted me a few more times but had called me. He was asking where I was. He clearly forgot what my morning plans were. I grabbed my purse and bags and walked to the door. Before I could get my key into my hands to unlock it, Paul pulled the front door open almost angrily. “Where were you?” he asked with a near suspicious tone, “what have you been doing, babe?” my husband questioned. “Paul, I was shopping for a few decorations,” I responded, “I told you I what I was going to be doing this morning.” I reached my face up to kiss him. I reached my hand to his head and pulled him down to me and pressed my tongue deep into his mouth. “I have a gift for you,” I whispered. Paul pulled his face back from me and looked me up from bottom to top. “Why are you dressed like that to go shopping?” he asked. Paul commented, “you look very sexy.” I just smiled at him, sheepishly. “Were you with anyone?” He asked. Again, I just smiled at him.

Paul was looking a bit confused. He was right that I never dress sexy to go shopping, especially not for housewares or decorations. I could see the look in his eyes that he was confused and perhaps, a little concerned. “What do you have for me?” he asked.

I set my bags down and closed the door behind me. Paul was standing in the foyer wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt and I was feeling very sexy in my tight-fitting clothes. I was getting turned on as I thought that my husband might be getting concerned and perhaps a little bit jealous. I smiled back at him and responded to his question, “I’ll have to show you. I started to slowly unbutton my pants as Paul’s expression began to change to that of inquisitive little boy. One by  one, I unfastened them and opened up the front of my jeans. I stepped back a few feet for him to see me better.

I smiled at Paul more as slid my jeans slowly downward. I wiggled my hips to get them to move as our eyes were locked on each other. I had to grab hold of my panties to keep them up and as soon as I did, his eyes moved and began to focus onto the my pubic region. I could feel the coolness of my cum-saturated panties as they were no longer covered by the denim fabric. Paul’s eyes widened and he wasn’t smiling. I pushed my jeans to the floor, kicked my shoes off and stepped out of everything. I was standing there in front of my husband with very obviously soaked panties. “Come here, baby” I called to him softly. He looked deep into my eyes as I licked my lips. “Come here and see what I have for you, my love.” He slowly stepped towards me. I couldn’t tell if he was excited, anxious or angry as he got closer.

I reached both of my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them open and downwards, revealing the mess of semen that had leaked out of me and made a large mess of my pussy and panties. Paul’s mouth was agape.” This is for you, my love,” I whispered. I want you to taste and enjoy what I brought home to you.”

Paul stood there, staring into my panties with stunned silence. I looked down and saw that his cock was pushing against his shorts as if it was about to tear through the soft fabric. I began to tremble with excitement and my unsteady hands reached for my husband’s face. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately. He kissed me for a moment and then pulled back from my lips. He looked into my eyes with stunned silence. “It is ok, baby. I saved this for you. I love you. I want to give to you all of your desires,” I whispered, “this is what you’ve been asking for! Take me, baby!”

We stood there in the front room of our house with my panties partially pulled down, my pussy dripping with excitement and semen and my perplexed but extremely aroused husband in front of me, I wondered if Paul was thinking that I actually fucked another man and brought home that man’s cum inside of and leaking from me. I wondered what was going through his mind. “Does he actually think that I am full of another man’s semen?”  I wanted so desperately to break the suspense but I was afraid that I would ruin the fantasy. I decided to be patient and allow my husband to work through his thoughts. We stood there for an eternity and yet I knew that his arousal was unrelenting as his penis was fully erect. After a few more minutes, Paul took my hand and led me to the bedroom and pushed me, face-first towards the bed. I knelt onto the bed and he stopped me. I could tell that he was ready to move forward with his fantasy but I couldn’t tell what his thoughts were regarding exactly who’s cum was inside of me. I felt him pull my panties aside.

I could almost feel his eyes burning into my skin as he looked at the cum inside of me. I knew that he was drawing closer to me as his warm breath glanced against my pussy.

I could hear him inhaling. Paul was smelling me, perhaps to see if he could detect the scent of a different man. I felt his tongue against my labia as he tasted the semen. Within seconds, his tongue pushed deep into me. “OH MY!” I thought. He was giving into his fantasy and enjoying the gift that I was giving to him. Paul licked me for such an extended period. As soon as I started to feel my orgasm arrive, the intensity was almost painful. I felt myself peeking. The pleasure was unceasing. My husband continued licking me. His audible moans told me all that I needed to know; my husband was enjoying my gift to him, completely.

After my next orgasm, I screamed out, “baby, I need you inside of me!” Within seconds, Paul was sliding his cock into my wet, cum-soaked pussy. He slid into me and let out the most sexy gasp. Within a few minutes of his movement inside of me, Paul’s cock began to erupt as he began to groan louder than he has ever been before. His cock pumped and pulsed as he released his semen into my already soaked vagina. After he calmed down, Paul withdrew his cock. Suddenly, I felt his tongue penetrating me as Paul began to enjoy more cum inside of me.

As my husband licked my pussy, I was wondering if he figured out that the semen from before was the same as the cum he was now licking.  The fantasy fulfilled.  Later on that morning, we discussed the details of how I arrived at this and Paul was more than excited and I left him wanting me to do this again.

Success!

Why Eat Creampies? That’s a Little Weird, Don’t You Think?

Sometimes I wonder if I am as weird as the “normal” public thinks I am. I enjoy sex with my wife. I should restate that. I enjoy making love to Melinda. Ok, once more. I get the utmost in sexual satisfaction in pleasuring my wife. But the only person who knows me and knows what that entails is my wife. So my weirdness is unknown to the people in my circles. I can imagine that if my friends and family could connect me to this blog, the questions that arise would be very similar to what one can find (proliferated across sex discussion sites) across the internet. Judging by the inquiries and many of the replies (to them), I could only ascertain that I am, in fact, strange…or at least what I like to do during intimacy is.

  • “Why do you eat your cum?”
  • “Isn’t that “gay” to do that?”
  • “What does she get out of you licking up your cum?”
  • “Does she like it when you lick your semen from her pussy?’
  • “What is the attraction to a pussy dripping with cum?”
  • “How do you get past the loss of desire after you experience an orgasm?”
  • “How do wives view this creampie-eating act? Are they aroused by it?”

These are a few of the questions that I and others have had and have been asked by others regarding this highly erotic sexual activity. I know that there are several more that I haven’t listed and I have no doubts that some of you will have more. If you do want to ask me anything directly, I have provided a vehicle for you to do so at the bottom of this post. I will take the time to address them directly.

So what is the big deal about a husband being interested in his cum? It is an interesting question. From (this) man’s perspective, the visual aspect has been at the very center. When I was young, there was a conflict between curiosity and objection (to contact with it).  For other men, I can suppose that there are similar issues and interests. Some of those more driven by there curiosities had no problem with the warm, creamy substance, giving into the idea to sample it. Once that barrier broke, a fair amount of those men had routine oral contact with their seed. Others might have sampled their product, not finding any reason to try again.

The visual of semen leaking back out from inside of her pussy (that one has just finished inside of) is a turn-on for most, if not all husbands. Why? Semen has a life-giving quality (the concept of which resides in the recesses of a man’s consciousness) that when left inside of a fertile woman’s vaginal canal, the possibility of conception is high (during ovulation, of course). When my wife and I were trying to conceive, I was amazed at how aroused I got when I pulled out of her and saw my semen with the understanding that my seed was truly alive with life.  Weird? Probably. But this was a step in my creampie-eating process (progress).

Eating cum. It certainly sounds unappealing when one thinks about it as boiled down to simply ingesting the fluid. But when husband and wife are so aroused to the point that their hormones are raging and they are seemingly on fire as both are fully engaged in each other’s pleasure, eating cum during sexual activity is an amazing demonstration of a husband’s love and passion for his wife. Regardless of how much foreplay and “coreplay” (as described by Ian Kerner in his book, “She Comes First: A Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman“) a husband and wife engage in, the typical intimate encounter concludes with the husband’s orgasm and ejaculation. This amounts to a “one-and-done” situation. Unfortunately for most wives, they are missing out on what could be an over-the-top sexual encounter, replete with multiple orgasms.

Multiple orgasms are not limited to the wives in these extended intimacy sessions. The erotic (and taboo) nature of slipping down to perform cunnilingus on her cum-filled pussy provides the husband with immeasurable increased stimulation always results an erection and the ability to reenter his wife. The ensuing intercourse is vastly superior (to the initial round and initial orgasmic ejaculation). For me and Melinda, an evening of this activity (PIV and oral) results in a series of climaxes that leave us overwhelmingly satisfied and thoroughly exhausted. So that’s why. Eating our cum is a means to a series of ends rather than being the end itself. I had to get past the resistance to my own semen in order to attain my abilities to provide my wife and I with this incredible pleasure.

“Doesn’t the act of eating your own semen mean that you are gay?” It is certainly a common question that gets raised in discussion forums with some regularity. When people pose this question, they seem to be focused solely upon the semen. But we can think of this from a few different angles and apply a smidgen of wisdom and logic to answer this. Most men masturbate (so do a lot of women). It is a simple fact. There are countless surveys (where men commonly admit to self-gratification) to back up that statement. The percentage of men who admit to masturbating is somewhere between 95-99% (of the survey sample). In light of that fact, we can analyze exactly what masturbation (for men) entails. During an instance of arousal, a man must place his hand on a cock and begin to massage and stroke the organ until orgasm and ejaculation. Take a moment and consider that. Is that a homosexual act? Not in the slightest. It is merely sexual self-gratification. The same is true when considering a husband providing pleasure to his wife through oral stimulation regardless of the presence of his semen.

After cumming inside of her, men often lose the drive to continue with their plan to lick the semen as it flows out of her. The visual is amazing and yet the post-ejaculation let-down is difficult to overcome.

Once a husband has decided that he wants to try performing cunnilingus on his wife after his orgasm (during PIV), more than likely, he will be faced with a diminished post-ejaculation libido  (which is very typical for most men). During intercourse, the husband’s arousal is incredibly heightened and he has his mind made up that he is going to move down and orally pleasure his wife.  However, in the waning seconds following his ejaculation, the decision is set aside as the husband gives in to the “let-down” that accompanies orgasm.  It isn’t the husband’s fault, it a normal male response due to the chemicals released within his brain, signaling that the need for intercourse (mating) has subsided (read our post, “Identifying and Understanding the Roadblocks to Continuing Intimacy“).  It seems that men are fighting chemistry and nature. In my opinion (which is  based upon my personal experience and feedback from other men), pushing past the sexual instincts requires one simple yet counter-intuitive step. Just get down there and do it!

If you are a man like me and had to overcome a revulsion toward semen, you’ll have to take a somewhat longer road to get to the point where you can simply push your face into your wife’s cream-filled and covered vulva. This process worked for me and in my estimation, it can work for anyone.

Trust us that once you make the move to do this, the pleasure will be unbelievable for both of you. What are you waiting for? Just put your mouth on her and enjoy the essence of your shared love!

Now that you made it to this point, you probably have a decent overview of this from the husband’s perspective by now. But what about what the women think? How does a wife see this? It is a great question and one that I can only address from anecdotes and personal experience (as relayed from my wife, Melinda).

Though it took some time for me to get to this point, I have learned that my wife has been wanting me to do this for quite some time. Although she didn’t consider the specific aspect of me eating my semen, she did crave having me go down on her to continue stimulating her and helping her to additional orgasms. What I learned through this is that the taboo (and socially forbidden) nature of this gives her an extremely heightened arousal because my tongue is directly immersed into her vagina that is filled with my semen. Now, when we are in the midst of intercourse, she asks me if I am going to clean up my “mess.” Without hesitation, I affirm my intentions and within milliseconds is gripped with orgasm. My own climax is subsequently triggered and I explode inside of her. Because she asks, I know that it is my wife’s desire to have me do this.

Considering all this, the pleasure that a wife and husband can experience – above and beyond the one-and-done norm – should be motivation enough for him to just plant his face into the creamy fray. Our best advice for all husbands is quite simple. JUST DO IT!  Ladies, if your husbands aren’t doing this and they have made it known (to you) that they want to do this, it is also easy. Make it plainly obvious that they need to get down there. As your husband starts cumming, tell them that they are going to go down. When you feel the last pulse of your husband’s cock, don’t let them collapse onto you. Push them down between your legs and pull their faces inward. Take control! If Melinda would have done this, I would have been eating my creampies YEARS ago.

Do you have questions or need some feedback from us? Please send them to us and we will gladly respond to you.

The Heavenly Visual of Her Fully-Satisfied Body Sends Me

Males are visually stimulated by the opposite sex (I assert this from the standpoint of a very heterosexual male who is overcome at the site of his wife’s naked body). The very presence of a naked female is enough to send some men over the edge with premature ejaculation. What we see, we respond to. As I am a man who loves the female form – specifically, my wife’s – I can say that I am an expert on this particular aspect of the subject.

The trek from being a man who avoids contact with his own semen to one who is borderline obsessive about the idea of licking the substance from his wife’s body has been a lengthy one. The most significant push toward the act has been the visual aspect. Melinda’s body is extremely attractive (not just from my own biased perspective, but it is quite obvious as I routinely catch other men gawking at her). Her chest, though not huge, is ample and when she is clothed in tighter fitting tops, her breasts are deliciously shaped.

Though I get lost in my wife’s eyes – staring into them while I am inside of her is a trigger to exploding inside of her – her ass is utterly amazing. The teardrop shape is slightly larger than the average woman but her’s is solid from daily running and cycling. I am bowled over to get my face embedded between her delicious cheeks. All of my wife’s assets are set apart by her incredible pussy. Though she refuses to shave all of the hair from her mons, she does trim it all away from her vulva leaving it all smoothly groomed for my mouth. Her inner lips and clitoris are absolutely perfect with the soft, small folds of skin and her slight clitoral hood protecting her tasty clit – it is all picture-perfect!

For decades I have been releasing my seed inside of her. When I was younger, I possessed the stamina to remain inside of her while relaxing in post-orgasmic embrace, awaiting the extreme sensitivity to subside. After a few moments, I could start kissing her neck and breasts and the erection would return while enveloped by her vaginal walls, surrounded by my sizable load of cum. Restarting my thrusts, it wouldn’t take long to begin extracting our fluids (with each withdrawal) and frothing them up to a whipped cream-like consistency. The visual would absolutely arouse me, exciting me to another substantial orgasm with yet another sizable release of my seed. Withdrawing from her saturated pussy, I would fix my gaze upon her vaginal opening to watch with delight as our fluids drained from inside of her. I’d experience a sensation of intrigue and interest as I wondered what that tasted like. After getting lost in that thought, my old bad habit would return to overpower the sexy thought and I’d turn away, leaving the glorious mess to be cleaned up the conventional way.

This discovery was something that I couldn’t let go of. I would imagine my wife’s vulva and my seed covering the soft folds of skin. I’d picture the thin stream of cum exiting her and flowing down across her anus and onto the sheet. The glistening pearlescence was drawing me closer. I was hooked on this taboo. Was it homosexual to consider tasting my own ejaculate? After all, it really wasn’t just my cum. My wife always added a tremendous amount of her lubricants (she gets terrifically wet during sex) so the fluid was a mix. The scent of the combination of juices is even different from the fragrance of either of our fluids, individually. I thought about my wife swallowing my ejaculations and how she seemed quite pleased to take them into her mouth when she gave me oral stimulation. How could she drink me down while I would consider my product “gross?”

This is the quandary that I found myself in. How to get past the “grossness” of my semen.

When I was younger and struggling with porn, I found the entire genre to be distasteful in how women were portrayed and used. Obviously, the principle audience for the films and magazine is men (see my opening paragraphs) and the industry capitalizes on the visual appeal while massaging the male ego. The ultimate ego stroke comes when the cock, after being orally worshiped by the insatiable woman, releases a massive bucket of cum all over the torso, breasts or face of the female(s) thereby demonstrating the master/servant aspect of all heterosexual relationships (yes, this is sarcasm), But for me, it was different. I sought something deeper.

I always viewed sex and, ultimately semen as sacred (at least I did in the back of my mind). And to waste either by simply hosing down the woman with cum seemed to be dishonoring of both. Now I have never ejaculated onto my wife and the thought has since occurred to me as something to try, but it would be display of sensuality and care for my bride. I wouldn’t do it unless I intended to incorporate some sort of sensual stimulation with me licking the fluid off of her body in order to excite her to another round (we are still working on it).

Progress is slow and steady. Until our next posting, please enjoy a sexy helping of your own creampie!

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.

Giving Him His Fantasies Means that I, too Receive!

We were exhausted. It was not the kind of fatigue or tiredness that one feels after a long run or a full day of physical labor (working in the yard?) but that satisfied feeling that we experience after the release of all the sexual and emotional energy over the course of a few hours connected with the one you love. Paul and I laid there in the moment, talking about how wonderful each other is. My body was almost sore from the delicious touching, tasting, licking, caressing, nibbling that Paul gave to me. My pussy was fatigued (not sore or raw that it can sometimes feel) but that sensation that we have that is an external indication that I needed a few hours before I could imagine him entering me again.

We are at a point in our lives where we no longer hold back from what we talk about. On this particular night, Paul asked me about sensual fantasies that might be lingering that I am holding back from discussing with him (there are, but we aren’t going to talk about them on our blog, just yet). I mentioned a few but then we found ourselves talking about his fantasy that led to us thinking about having a blog. His fantasy was one that was born from his near-revulsion that he had surrounding his semen. Aside from the loss of interest in sex that men experience (especially with younger men), Paul avoided his semen after he released whether it was inside of me, on me or in my mouth. He wouldn’t dream of kissing me after his cock had been in my mouth even if I didn’t suck him to orgasm.

Now that this cum-resistance has long passed, we seem to have taken for granted that he is always eager to put his mouth where his gorgeous cock has been; cum or no cum. It is pure joy for us both as it always leads to more orgasms for both of us.

Getting back to the discussion of fantasies, Paul loves being directed – or, should I say, “ordered?” He loves it when I tell him that he better get down to my pussy and clean his mess. He loves being told to share his cum with me. He loves it all! Paul mentioned how he still has an initial (perhaps, instinctual), visceral response when he pulls his cum-covered cock from inside of me and he sees his semen covering my labia, clit and then is begins to flow from inside of me. He hesitates and I can tell that he is momentarily (internally) addressing his avoidance instinct and is conflicted by how he loves tasting his cum on me. This is when I know that he desires my verbal intervention. It is nothing short (pun very much intended) of amazing when his cock springs to attention in mere seconds after I tell him, “Baby, you better get down there and clean up your mess!” I tell him. “I want to taste us, too! Go get it and bring it to me!”

Seconds after telling him to go down on me, I am in heaven feeling his tongue entering me and licking my vulva. The sounds of his moaning and the wetness only makes it even more enjoyable. In the midst of it all, because I am still so sensitive from having him fucking me, I find myself overrun with a succession of orgasms and demanding that his cock be inside of me yet again!

I love making my husband’s fantasies a reality. I love to give to him. In giving to him what he wants, I too receive the blessings of a love and loving relationship that is beyond fulfilling. This man truly loves me and I love and adore him.

Now, Paul…about my fantasies…

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.