Sated, Sore and Exhausted

The recovery from two solid days of doing nothing but making love, eating and sleeping is akin to resting with a severe hangover except my body feels simultaneously exhausted and amazing (and sore)! Since the kids left for the weekend to have a getaway with my sister and brother-in-law (it was an unscheduled skiing weekend). Since we had no plans and had so little time together as a couple, all we did was stay home.

Within five minutes of the car pulling out of our driveway, taking our kids to the other side of the state, I was on my knees, extracting Paul’s cock from his jeans, caressing and stroking him and taking the head of his beautiful penis into my mouth.  As soon as I developed a steady rhythm sucking and licking up and down his shaft with the large head of his cock moving from my lips to my throat, I began to feel small quivers and pulses of his pre-ejaculate being released onto my tongue. Oh my goodness, how sweet the taste! I continued to suck and savor his cock and after a few more minutes, his thighs tensed and his penis swelled, stiffened and grew intensely hot. I knew that he was about to erupt. Suddenly, pulse after delicious pulse of cum fired into my mouth like machinery in motion.  He flooded me and I struggled to do my best at retaining his load in my mouth (which is difficult to do with my mouth forced wide to hold my lips around his thickness).

Paul did something next that he hasn’t done for me in years. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, kissing me along the way as we shared his cum in our kisses. Feeling his tongue sweeping inside of my mouth as he takes semen from me into his hungry, eager lips. We both swallowed his creamy goodness as he sat me on the bed and began to slide my jeans down my thighs. The sly smirk of delight that lit up his face showed me his approval that I had no panties on in anticipation of our time together. With my jeans around my ankles and me seated on the corner of the bed, right at the edge, Paul spread my legs apart as far as he could and moved headlong towards my pussy. His hands slid around the outside of my thighs as his tongue began to dance around my labia with slight contact. His warm breath was so discernible and gave away his heavy breathing, ignited by his excitement. I peered around his head to see that his cock was fully erect and was still leaking remnants of the blowjob that I finished moments before. I wanted to reach down to retrieve the drips but I was getting lost in my husband’s touch and attention.

I was struck by a series of small orgasms as Paul moved me closer towards the larger release. As I drew closer and closer, my cries of pleasured anguish would have shocked the kids awake had this been any other evening with the kids in bed asleep. Just before reaching my climax, Paul pushed me to my back, ripping my jeans from my feet and plunged his cock inside of me in one fluid motion. Before I could tell him, “no!” he was moving his cock towards my depths. I drew my legs back to give him room to penetrate me entirely. Even though my climb towards my release had momentarily stalled, Paul’s fucking (the most intense and driven love-making) was driving me to that release. I wanted him to fuck me harder and cried out to him, “fuck me, baby! Please don’t stop!” I cried out. “Please fuck me! Make me cum, baby!” I could sense my husband was getting closer and I hoped that I could get there before he did. I let go of all thoughts – my mind was blank and yet entire focused on the sensations that were overwhelming my insides. The ticklishness was radiating from my clitoris and from deep inside of me and it was near-painful. I wanted it to stop and continue. I looked into Paul’s eyes, seeing the love and passion pouring out of him and into me drove me over the edge and I lost complete control of my body.

“Oh baby!” Paul exclaimed before I lost all awareness. I was transported as if I was drawn into my husband like medicine drawn into a syringe, combining with his body, mind and soul. Suddenly, I became aware again as my husband’s cock began to throb almost erratically. Paul was screaming unintelligibly as his semen escaped from his body and into mine, our souls once again combining but this time within me. Sheer heaven. Paul continued to thrust inside of me with his pace and stroke slowing and moving more shallow as he calmed. He leaned down to kiss me, pressing his chest against my breasts. We were drenched in sweat and the feel of his wet skin felt good, the slickness matching what was inside of me. We kissed and rested. Paul would move slightly and pause, his cock was still hard inside of me. I could feel his semen started to leak out as it ran down my ass and began to collect on the sheets. “Baby?” I said softly. “You need to get down there before we make a mess of the bed.” Paul pulled his still-hard cock out of me and moved down to enjoy his prize.

 

Slowly, Paul licked and slurped the combination of his semen and my wetness. The cool air moving over my sweat-soaked body started to give me a shiver. My husband’s licking continued. He inserted a finger or two inside of me, sweeping out the creamy mixture, taking the large amounts into his mouth. Soon, he was sucking and flicking my hyper-sensitive clitoris sending me climbing towards another orgasm.

 

 

This continued well into the night. We would sleep for a few hours and begin again. By morning, I was exhausted and sticky from sweat and cum. Paul’s face was coated in our juices and with every kiss, we were enjoying what our bodies were making for each other’s pleasure. We showered in the morning, ate and enjoyed the quiet. We drank our coffee and read for a bit before starting up once again. I have no idea or concept of time or how many orgasms I enjoyed and for that matter, I know that Paul’s last few orgasms this morning were entirely lacking semen. He said that they were almost uncomfortable to not have any cum to expel during ejaculation.

I am left sore. My clit is swollen and my vaginal canal is extremely tender hearkening back to the days when we were teenagers having intimacy marathons whenever either of our parents were gone overnight (we may have had a handful of sessions – nothing like this weekend). Our kids are almost home and we are both ready for a break from each other…

…until we get them to bed!!

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Starting The Year Off with the Right Mindset 

It is a VERY happy new year for Paul and me! The holidays were absolutely crazy and entirely beautiful despite my illness. No one else in our household caught my plague and I recovered enough to continue our plans and to be able to make love with my wonderful husband throughout most of the busy month.

With everyone returning to their schedules, the next few days will be both quiet.and busy. Aside from work and our children’s school, the evenings will be full of taking down all of the beautiful Christmas decorations. I forget how each post-holiday season is met with the sadness in seeing the wondrous lights and ornamentations throughout our town I’ve way to the normal, dreary winter plainness.

Instead of focusing on synthetic beauty, I will place my attention upon the visions of my husband’s face, eyes, smile, hands, thighs, legs, ass and that perfect cock! 

No, dear readers, I will spend my thoughts looking forward to giving Paul access to every part of my body and heart that he needs. Every moment that I can feel his touch, kiss and the warmth of his skin as I feel the weight of his body and the pressure of his cock moving deep inside of me will be cherished.

Those perfect minutes of the pulsing of my husband’s cock as he releases his gift into me followed by the pleasure of his amazing tongue and sexy lips over my vulva and clitoris and the sounds of his moans as he drinks our fluids from inside of me are incomparable. 

This will truly be a happy and wonderful new year!

Sex and Science: Paul is Forever a Part of Me

The science of sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t you just love science?

 

Communicating About Sex: Almost as Good as Sex Itself!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Intro to the Essence of Love-Making

Nothing about the human body (male or female) is offensive. Seeing two people engaged and connected in intimacy shouldn’t be considered crude, crass or disgusting (as some would say).

Making the decision to share one’s very personal details about their intimacy and desires is not one that is made casually and carelessly. This blog is the embodiment of such a decision.

I am a very sexual man who is deeply and purely in love with his wife and the intimacy we share with each other is only a part of what constitutes a very healthy marriage. Making love is what I do with her. While some might express what they share with their partner as having sex or “fucking,” that is not how we experience what we do by bringing our bodies, hearts and souls together as one.  Before you, dear reader, might consider that as a sleight to how you are with your partner, the truth is 180-degrees away. What you do and how you describe it are your business and I would never disparage you or anyone else for that.

I love my wife and I crave and desire her body! She is physically fit and extremely sexy. She is more than satisfying for me – visually and physically. I do not dream of other women. I do not crave or imagine another woman taking her place – not even for a quick encounter. My wife’s beauty transcends her captivating physical features and yet she is hot. I see men checking out her ample (but not overly large) breasts when she walks by or even when they engage in conversation with her. I see men double-take as she passes by as they crane their necks to get a view of her tight and defined ass. She is a runner and as result, my wife has fantastic legs. When I am going down on her, I can’t help myself but to caress her inner and outer thighs as my tongue pleasures her. As far as her intimate bits, her clitoris, vulva and labia are perfect and seeing her naked body excites me in an instant causing the most obvious of physical response.

I too am physically fit and though my wife would fawns over my appearance, I do not see what she sees. I am not going to use this venue in any attempt to garner affirmation from folks (I have seen this with others and it is just not me). I recognize that my wife is in love with me and she is very much like me and is aroused by her partner’s physical appearance. It would be incredible to have her partnership within this blog and perhaps that might occur and in doing so, she could speak for herself as to what she enjoys. Forgive me if I hold back on self-descriptions, in the meantime.

As I launch into my various topics, I will be very descriptive and expressive with regards to intimacy. I will be including photos at times and I hope, dear readers, that you can see past my bluntness and how I love the female form. I am not into pornography and do not dwell on imagery of others’ sexual encounters though the images do help to illustrate discussion topics. Any photos shared are not intended to be crude or offensive as I find intimacy as one of the most beautiful aspects of humanity. Nothing about the human body (male or female) is offensive. Seeing two people engaged and connected in intimacy shouldn’t be considered crude, crass or disgusting (as some would say).

Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from you.