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!!


May Your Holidays be Filled (with Joy and Happiness)!

Hello my sweeties!

I wanted to post a quick note to say to all of our readers and followers that I miss every one of you. Paul and I are enjoying the season that is filled with such love and joy with each other and our kids. We have been so busy making love…ok…we have been fucking each other like teenagers! 🙂

I can’t say this enough but I am blessed to have such a loving, caring and attentive husband and throughout these last few weeks, he continues to show me how a woman should be loved. I am so full of his warmth and the joy that we share even in the most stressful of days that can drag me down with such ease. Laying down and feeling Paul’s tongue and lips between my legs and his perfect cock inside me or in my mouth brings me back to contentment. Being filled with his semen settles me down (even though he cleans what he can from me) and restores me for another day.

It is my hope and prayer for each of you to have a Merry Christmas and the joy and love that you desire and need, especially in this season.


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!

Time Away and Now Time to Play

Desire. Hunger. Longing. Aching. Throbbing. The last several days have left me in such a considerably challenging condition in that every part of my body is feeling one or more of the preceding heightened stimulus to my senses. A few days ago, I wrote about how I laid awake for (what seemed like) hours as my pussy throbbed to feel my husband inside of me. Though we have made love in the days following that early morning time together, during the last four nights, Paul and I have had so precious little time to be together as we need – as I need!

Not only are Paul and I passionate about our intimacy and ensuring that we have time to be together (going for walks together, snuggling on the couch, cooking, etc., and of course making love), we are both happy to be parents of our amazing children. I know that I am biased in claiming that  my kids are the best (and sometimes, they exhibit behaviors that make me cringe) and brightest of all. My husband and I are fully invested in their lives and ensure that they have the opportunities that will help them set and reach their goals. Over the course of the past few days, those goals have encroached upon our time that Paul and I need and that leaves me conflicted, emotionally. When my kids demonstrate any sort of poor behavior after we spent so much time giving to them and taking them to their events and activities, I tend to take it personally because it appears to come across as ungratefulness. I feel bad for thinking this but when I miss out on intimacy with my husband, my selfishness starts to emerge.

Is it wrong for me to be selfish with the time that I need for my husband’s physical attention?

Yesterday I reached the culmination of missing my husband’s touching, caressing, his lips and tongue and, of course, his cock! We were exhausted from all of our out-of-home activities and on the verge of passing out after the kids went to bed. Not willing to let another evening pass without at least giving and receiving orgasmic release, I took Paul’s hand and pulled him close to me after we walked into the bedroom and shut the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew his head down to bring our lips together. I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into is mouth while gazing into his gorgeous, soft blue eyes (I love kissing him with my eyes open!!). I was melting in my heart and deep inside, I could feel my wetness building.

I pressed my lips around Paul’s tongue and sucked him deep into my mouth as he moaned. I reached down to feel his cock through his jeans. He was so hard that he was pushing tightly against the fabric. My fingers traced the outline of the shaft and head of his penis. Sucking his tongue drove me to want a larger, more firm part of him in my mouth. I continued to kiss him as I undid his belt and jeans buttons and reached into his pants to release his cock. I let go of his tongue and slid down to enjoy more of my husband. I extended my tongue to the head of his beautiful manhood and licked the bead of pre-cum that already seeped out from within my excited husband. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around him, inching him deeper towards my throat. I knew that he was also in tremendous need by the way that he gasped. I tightened my lips and began to move on him. I cupped and caressed his balls as I pleasured my husband while he stood before me. I slid one of my hands behind his scrotum and pressed against his perineum to feel his cock hardening. I could tell that he was about to cum and I started to slow my pace. “No, baby,” he cried out. “Please don’t stop!”

I wanted to get him there but I also wanted to allow him to build more without an orgasm. I wanted his big release to be inside of me. Hearing his request, I continued to suck his cock and pleasure him with my hands. I slide my index finger from his perineum and moved backward to his anus. It had been a long time since I pleasured him anally. Without lubrication, I was surprised at how quickly and easily my finger entered him. Paul moaned so loudly I worried that he would wake the kids. I pressed upward towards his prostate and began to apply some stimulation. Within a few seconds, Paul’s body tightened and his cock grew very firm in my mouth. I could feel the pulses of his orgasm begin deep inside of him and within an instant, he was flooding my mouth with his semen.

I usually love to share his cum with him, but this time I swallowed all of Paul’s semen. I was so hungry to enjoy all him. I also knew that Paul would have much more to enjoy in only a short while. As I sucked out the last drips of cum from his cock, I looked up to catch his loving eyes smiling down on me.

After quickly undressing, I moved towards the bed, leaning against it while lowering down to my elbows, leaving my ass fully exposed and waiting for Paul who didn’t hesitate to move towards me. He positioned himself behind me and began to touch my lower back softly with both hands. His touch was sweet and almost ticklish I looked through my legs and saw that his cock was already hard and still more of his sweet semen was emerging onto the head. His hands moved to my ass as he kneaded me like an baker working to make his best bread for that coming morning. I was so at ease feeling Paul’s strength in his hands. Without warning, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my labia and a shiver moved through me with a subtle jolt.

Oh my goodness, I have been in such need to have my pussy licked and sucked for the last three days! I was in immediate heaven feeling him move around me. The sounds emanating from my pussy and his mouth are so sexy to hear. The thoughts that pass through my head when I am in such ecstasy, I have such difficulty in deciding which makes me feel more pleasure – my husband’s cock or his mouth and I found my mind vacillating on this as Paul continued to lick and suck me. Another jolt ripped through my body and I could tell by the way that I involuntarily moved my ass closer to my husband that Paul took my clit into his mouth and was sucking on me while licking intensely. I could feel the bed comforter bunching in my fists as I gripped hard. My knees stiffened and suddenly I couldn’t think or move. Wave after wave of near-painful pleasure drenched me from within. I was crying out with each exhale. I didn’t want Paul to stop but I needed him to let me catch my breath. As soon as I regained control of my body, I shook my ass and my husband let go of my clit. “I need you inside me, now!” I commanded.

I looked back at his cock just prior to Paul pushing towards me and saw a delicious drip of semen falling from the head. Just then, he pressed the head between my shivering lips. He slid all the way into me in a second. I was so wet and ready for him. “Fuck me, baby!” I cried out. “Please fuck me hard!” Paul didn’t hesitate and began to move with deep, long and purposeful strokes. My orgasm hadn’t fully subsided as the sensations of fullness from his cock started to bring me to quick and shallow climaxes.  Paul would push all the way into me with increasing force sending immense pleasure waves through me. His cock reached so deep into me that I would feel twinges of pain from him running into my cervix. Normally, I’d want him to be careful but the orgasms continued to come and I didn’t want them to cease. He would alternate for a few minutes of hard strokes with slow gentle movements. I knew that he was trying to give me all that I wanted and he didn’t want to disrupt my pleasure with his orgasm. But after too many days without him, I wanted him to cum inside me as I was feeling these successive orgasms.

“Let go, baby!” I said to him while trying to breathe. “I need you to cum inside me, baby!”

I clenched around his cock as hard as I could and I knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as I felt his cock swell, I too was in yet another massive orgasmic wave. I could feel Paul pulsing semen into me as we both were moaning intently. His hands gripped my ass as he was pushed all the way inside of me.  I could feel his warmth of his cum had filled me. I knew what was about to happen next. Our pleasure wasn’t quite over yet we were both so tired and ready for sleep.

Paul began to pull his cock out of me slowly. “Hold still,” he said to me. “I don’t want anything to spill.” Judging by the load put into my mouth earlier, I knew that there was no way that he could get all the way out without his semen being pulled out and spilling. Paul’s cock was still hard which didn’t surprise me. I knew that there was a lot of cum in me and that he was going to have his treat (and so was I). “Shoot!” Paul exclaimed. I watched between my legs as his cum started to pour out of me. He quickly planted his face against me and pushed his tongue inside of me. If you have never experienced your husband enjoying his cum inside of you, you are missing out. The sound of him slurping, sucking and licking me is pure heaven! Having seen pictures of my cum-soaked pussy, I know the visual that my husband enjoys. As stimulating as it is to be licked and sucked after a few orgasms and being full of semen, it is also extremely relaxing. I knew that we both could sleep soundly.

We moved towards the bed and climbed in. We kissed and cuddled as we laid there in such dreamy peace.

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…

Living and Loving! We Miss You All, Too!

Hi my lovelies! The summer has been going great for Paul and me. We have been very busy with so many family activities and we’ve been EXTREMELY busy making a lot of love! I wanted to get a post out to all of our followers to let you know that we are doing very well and that both of us will be writing again as soon as things calm down again. We miss sharing our love for each other with you all.

We are having fun living and loving together! We hope you are too!

I hope that each and every one of you is getting on with your love lives and have much to share with us.


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.