Sex and Science: Paul is Forever a Part of Me

The science of sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t you just love science?

 

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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!

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.

 

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.

Double Agony

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hopefully, she will still need to feel better tonight!