"Owwww, that hurt," she said.
"It's supposed to," I said smacking her ass through her jeans again and reaching for a kitchen drawer.
"NO IMPLEMENTS!" She protested and closed the drawer. I ignored her and grabbed a large bamboo spoon.
About the 8th swat I recognized a little less vigorous protest and the way she sidled sideways after the swat.
"Enjoyed that last one did you?"
"I enjoyed all of them, but I have to feed the baby who is watching you, by the way."
Being the responsible parent that I am I dragged her to where a counter was between us and the cherub and bent her over same. "Let me see if I am doing any good." The red side of her left cheek just cried out to be matched on the right. So I did.
In no time her ankles were retrained by the jeans around them, and she was shamelessly crying out with cheek against the cool counter, as I pumped in and out of her from behind. Reaching around I was pinching her clit cruelly an feeling her quiver as she clamped her thighs together.
As she collapsed after a particularly violent orgasm no longer able to hold the awkward position, I steered her descent toward the floor onto a nearby step stool and grabbing a hank of hair I guided her lips around my cock just in time for her to swallow it down. Timing is everything.
Friday, February 29, 2008
All work and no play. -The Husband
I have completed training for my new blue collar job. I work now 220 miles from home and stay in a campus known as "The M@n Camp. " My wife had a dream the other night that I was having an affair. Even if I managed to alter my gynophillic orientation, I am a bit fatigued by my work day. The heavy equipment I operate is much too large not to have power steering and brakes, but it is surprisingly exhausting. I awake at 5:30 each morning, and by the time I am back in camp, fed, showered and in bed its usually about 9:30. This leaves time only for a little fairly dreamless sleep.
On the plus side, after working 90-110 hours in 7-8 days I get 6-7 days off. A whole week of uninterrupted kink. Whatever shall I do.
I was sick the last few days of work and was a little relieved when my request to work an 8th successive 12.5 hour day of overtime was not granted. This left me coming home a day early. Having had my libido on hold for a week, I was surprised the the prospect of being able to come home anytime I was alert enough to spend 4 more hours on the road dodging large trucks laden with dangerous chemicals driven by idiots with anger management problems and abetted by corrupt local police departments**.
I started out at 2:00am having gotten 5 hours of sleep and having run out of decongestant. I drove an hour to the nearest 24 hour WalMart and bought some drugs that were alleged to be non-drowsy. They only widened the distance between the two sets of lines I was trying to keep my car between. Depth perception only works if you keep your eye1ss focused in the same direction. I pulled into a rest area on a reservation that seemed from the vandalism to indicated that that particular tribes youth has not made much progress towards civilization in the last 15 years. Sad really that such a once proud group of warriors descendants are reduced to "claiming" pieces of BIA property with a magic marker and pointed scratching implements. I'd have more respect I think if they would swoop down out of the hills and carjack me. That thought inspired me to amble down the road a piece to a well lit parking lot of a closed grocery where some 18 wheelers were tied down for the night. I closed my eyes a few minutes and was asleep but cramped. Deciding I was too sick and tired to drive I curled up in the back seat of my sub-compact and slept for an hour.
I finally got home nearly 6 hours after my weary journey began. The first trip up to my interview had taken only 2 hours and 45 minutes and involved losing a couple of SUV's unwisely chosen by the state police for pursuit. Given that I was too tired to enjoy a good high speed dash through mountain passes, it should be no real surprise that I wasn't that ready for sex when I got home. My brother-in-law does similar long shift work and his wife had reported that I would likely be in no condition to put out when I came home. I believed my superior libido would overcome this notion but I was wrong. It took several naps and about 15 hours of decompression before I worked up the urge to ravish the wife.
Guiding her head under the covers to my less than fully erect cock quickly reminded it what its purpose was in life. Fully turgid I found that I needed to bury it to the hilt in her. I was plunging away hissing dirty filthy things in her ear until she quickly turned the tables. I am constantly amazed how I can spin some long, involved fantasy that makes her writhe in enjoyment, and how quickly a few succinct words from her can turn that fantasy on its side and make me come long before my plans to ravish her endlessly are through.
**My last trip home a tanker laden with highly corrosive material attempted to intimidate me into exceeding the speed limit of 65 mph by a large margin. I am not opposed to speeding per se for he or I but I don't take well to bullying. Since we seemed to be playing a game of who has the largest cock I wasn't about to concede as my rig at work is easily 4 times the size of his. I finally forced him to pass my sub-compact which by the way can and has done easily double the speed limit at times. I got on my phone and was reading off the numbers on the back of his rig when he decided to slam on his rakes in a silly attempt to make me rear-end him. Turns out a 2,000 lb car with four wheel disk brakes and speed rated tires slows faster than an 18 wheeler driven by a nimrod. The local police department when I attempted to have him subjected to a sobriety test told me that I was lucky it happened in their jurisdiction as they would have cited me for impeding the flow of traffic.
On the plus side, after working 90-110 hours in 7-8 days I get 6-7 days off. A whole week of uninterrupted kink. Whatever shall I do.
I was sick the last few days of work and was a little relieved when my request to work an 8th successive 12.5 hour day of overtime was not granted. This left me coming home a day early. Having had my libido on hold for a week, I was surprised the the prospect of being able to come home anytime I was alert enough to spend 4 more hours on the road dodging large trucks laden with dangerous chemicals driven by idiots with anger management problems and abetted by corrupt local police departments**.
I started out at 2:00am having gotten 5 hours of sleep and having run out of decongestant. I drove an hour to the nearest 24 hour WalMart and bought some drugs that were alleged to be non-drowsy. They only widened the distance between the two sets of lines I was trying to keep my car between. Depth perception only works if you keep your eye1ss focused in the same direction. I pulled into a rest area on a reservation that seemed from the vandalism to indicated that that particular tribes youth has not made much progress towards civilization in the last 15 years. Sad really that such a once proud group of warriors descendants are reduced to "claiming" pieces of BIA property with a magic marker and pointed scratching implements. I'd have more respect I think if they would swoop down out of the hills and carjack me. That thought inspired me to amble down the road a piece to a well lit parking lot of a closed grocery where some 18 wheelers were tied down for the night. I closed my eyes a few minutes and was asleep but cramped. Deciding I was too sick and tired to drive I curled up in the back seat of my sub-compact and slept for an hour.
I finally got home nearly 6 hours after my weary journey began. The first trip up to my interview had taken only 2 hours and 45 minutes and involved losing a couple of SUV's unwisely chosen by the state police for pursuit. Given that I was too tired to enjoy a good high speed dash through mountain passes, it should be no real surprise that I wasn't that ready for sex when I got home. My brother-in-law does similar long shift work and his wife had reported that I would likely be in no condition to put out when I came home. I believed my superior libido would overcome this notion but I was wrong. It took several naps and about 15 hours of decompression before I worked up the urge to ravish the wife.
Guiding her head under the covers to my less than fully erect cock quickly reminded it what its purpose was in life. Fully turgid I found that I needed to bury it to the hilt in her. I was plunging away hissing dirty filthy things in her ear until she quickly turned the tables. I am constantly amazed how I can spin some long, involved fantasy that makes her writhe in enjoyment, and how quickly a few succinct words from her can turn that fantasy on its side and make me come long before my plans to ravish her endlessly are through.
**My last trip home a tanker laden with highly corrosive material attempted to intimidate me into exceeding the speed limit of 65 mph by a large margin. I am not opposed to speeding per se for he or I but I don't take well to bullying. Since we seemed to be playing a game of who has the largest cock I wasn't about to concede as my rig at work is easily 4 times the size of his. I finally forced him to pass my sub-compact which by the way can and has done easily double the speed limit at times. I got on my phone and was reading off the numbers on the back of his rig when he decided to slam on his rakes in a silly attempt to make me rear-end him. Turns out a 2,000 lb car with four wheel disk brakes and speed rated tires slows faster than an 18 wheeler driven by a nimrod. The local police department when I attempted to have him subjected to a sobriety test told me that I was lucky it happened in their jurisdiction as they would have cited me for impeding the flow of traffic.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Porn can be instructive. -The Husband.
A lot of modern porn seems to turn us off a bit. On the one hand, we aren't eager to return to the bushy 70's. On the other hand, whats with all the spitting?
One of the other things we both found a little gratuitous and not very interesting was the sequence they seem to prefer for the formulaic scenes. It always starts with fellatio. (Which is entirely as it should be of course.) It is the later sequences that seemed out of order to us.
Mouth to pussy works well for us since just putting my cock in her mouth does in fact make her verifiable wet. Pussy to mouth works OK because she does agree with me that her pussy is delicious. Ass to pussy seems to be be just asking for an infection, and an infected pussy is fun for no one. The last permutation just made me think..."Why is that fun?" Watching a porn star taking it up the ass, and then eagerly gobbling the cock seemed to me to stretch credibility.
Until we tried it.
I alluded to this earlier, but wasn't sure what I wanted to write about it our how explicitly.
The drowned rat hair, the obvious discomfort, the eagerness of her sucking...the craven look in her eyes when I had her against the wall in the shower and demanded she express how she liked it. Fingering her drenched cunt as she enthusiastically explained how slutty it felt to her.
It had come about because she was trying to be creative in an effort to get me off in a phone-sex chat we were having. It was mildly D/s related in tone, and she was enjoying some butt sex in the scene. I can't remember exactly but I think it was unintentional when she started sucking me off in her tale, and I pointed out the sequence. At some point she indicated that it would feel slutty to have me grab her by the hair and cum in her mouth after pulling out of her ass. For the days that followed that chat up until I actually got home, I threatened to make that a reality.
When I got home (this is the visit a little over 2 weeks ago), I had surprised her. I had told her I was going to be a day later getting home than I was. I walked into the bedroom to find her in "comfortable pajamas". When I started fondling her she protested that she needed a shower. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees as I unbuckled my pants. I had been freshly showered about 18 hours previously. I then spent 12 hours on a truck then 4 hours more in my car to get home. I told her I wasn't waiting for a shower before she sucked me off. I was kidding, sort of. But she went to it anyway, later telling me I tasted like a mechanic. Probably the exhaust leak under my car.
I finally let her up and into the shower which isn't really designed for two. Somehow in the shower even dirty things seem a little cleaner. She hates getting water in her eyes but complained not at all as I encouraged her to kneel and continue the blow job. At some point I told her to turn around. I had her bend over and and arrange herself at an angle uncomfortable for her but optimal for my thrusting. She said it hurt quite a bit, not this time as I would have expected from the entry but rather the depth and angle. I offered to stop but she said it felt really really good. So I obliged her further. When her whimpers got a little louder I told her that if she had had as much as she could stand of the butt-sex the only way to get out of it was to offer another orifice. She eagerly pulled off and got back on her knees. I told her that that was the sluttiest thing I had ever seen. We went back and forth 3-4 times like that. It was pretty amazing to see.
When I finally let her up and out of the water stream, her hair was a mess, but her eyes were bright. She is really good these days about acknowledging her part in our kink-fests. There was a time though that she would either be a little coy or even in denial in the cold light of day. I have issues with accepting my kinky tendencies and like to hear that we aren't doing something solely because I want it. I like to have her articulate things to make it clear that she is as turned on by things as I am. I asked her this time to tell me how she felt about me fucking her face after fucking her mouth. I wish I could recall the words she used but in the two weeks since the exact phrasing has been lost. She was most convincing in her enthusiasm.
One of the other things we both found a little gratuitous and not very interesting was the sequence they seem to prefer for the formulaic scenes. It always starts with fellatio. (Which is entirely as it should be of course.) It is the later sequences that seemed out of order to us.
Mouth to pussy works well for us since just putting my cock in her mouth does in fact make her verifiable wet. Pussy to mouth works OK because she does agree with me that her pussy is delicious. Ass to pussy seems to be be just asking for an infection, and an infected pussy is fun for no one. The last permutation just made me think..."Why is that fun?" Watching a porn star taking it up the ass, and then eagerly gobbling the cock seemed to me to stretch credibility.
Until we tried it.
I alluded to this earlier, but wasn't sure what I wanted to write about it our how explicitly.
The drowned rat hair, the obvious discomfort, the eagerness of her sucking...the craven look in her eyes when I had her against the wall in the shower and demanded she express how she liked it. Fingering her drenched cunt as she enthusiastically explained how slutty it felt to her.
It had come about because she was trying to be creative in an effort to get me off in a phone-sex chat we were having. It was mildly D/s related in tone, and she was enjoying some butt sex in the scene. I can't remember exactly but I think it was unintentional when she started sucking me off in her tale, and I pointed out the sequence. At some point she indicated that it would feel slutty to have me grab her by the hair and cum in her mouth after pulling out of her ass. For the days that followed that chat up until I actually got home, I threatened to make that a reality.
When I got home (this is the visit a little over 2 weeks ago), I had surprised her. I had told her I was going to be a day later getting home than I was. I walked into the bedroom to find her in "comfortable pajamas". When I started fondling her she protested that she needed a shower. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees as I unbuckled my pants. I had been freshly showered about 18 hours previously. I then spent 12 hours on a truck then 4 hours more in my car to get home. I told her I wasn't waiting for a shower before she sucked me off. I was kidding, sort of. But she went to it anyway, later telling me I tasted like a mechanic. Probably the exhaust leak under my car.
I finally let her up and into the shower which isn't really designed for two. Somehow in the shower even dirty things seem a little cleaner. She hates getting water in her eyes but complained not at all as I encouraged her to kneel and continue the blow job. At some point I told her to turn around. I had her bend over and and arrange herself at an angle uncomfortable for her but optimal for my thrusting. She said it hurt quite a bit, not this time as I would have expected from the entry but rather the depth and angle. I offered to stop but she said it felt really really good. So I obliged her further. When her whimpers got a little louder I told her that if she had had as much as she could stand of the butt-sex the only way to get out of it was to offer another orifice. She eagerly pulled off and got back on her knees. I told her that that was the sluttiest thing I had ever seen. We went back and forth 3-4 times like that. It was pretty amazing to see.
When I finally let her up and out of the water stream, her hair was a mess, but her eyes were bright. She is really good these days about acknowledging her part in our kink-fests. There was a time though that she would either be a little coy or even in denial in the cold light of day. I have issues with accepting my kinky tendencies and like to hear that we aren't doing something solely because I want it. I like to have her articulate things to make it clear that she is as turned on by things as I am. I asked her this time to tell me how she felt about me fucking her face after fucking her mouth. I wish I could recall the words she used but in the two weeks since the exact phrasing has been lost. She was most convincing in her enthusiasm.
My Wife is a Cheap Whore. - The Husband
I had a couple of days off again and limped home trying to save as much gas as possible on the 200 mile trip. In the past, the best I have managed in the "Midlife-Crisis-Mobile" was about 26 MPG and often less than 20. Coasting downhill, and keeping the tach far below my usual 8,200 RPM shifts yielded an impressive 35 MPG. Economizing in this way got me home for about $16. The trip back uphill cost a little more so I figure I spent about $35 to come home for the express purpose of fucking my wife.I got home and found that dishes were a little behind so I pitched in a couple of hours of general housework. Since I muddied the clothes myself I am not counting my labor doing my laundry that I brought back with me. I figure my labor was worth say minimum wage so add another $10 or so.The water main was broken. I spent a couple of hours with the teenager's assistance excavating that. Since he did most of the heavy work there, I earned supervisor's wages there so figure about $25 more. Repairing the pipe is Plumber's work so that has to be worth a minimum $50 service fee. I am not counting the labor filling the trench back in, because she helped with that. It was pretty hard, muddy work. Come to think of it thought she does like getting dirty so maybe I should charge for that.The original plan was a repeat of our previous ass-to-mouth filthiness. I had called her en route and the plan was to have her on her knees by the front door, mouth agape as I dropped trou. It was not to be as the toddler was awake and active. We did manage to eventually manage a little privacy and after a little fellatio foreplay, and tried out a new position with her back against the wall and a foot on the doorknob. The next round we tried a little more conventional bed-sex to the enjoyment of all. I threatened her with some butt sex for the round three but my punch list of throat/cunt/ass did not actually get completed before I did. I was fairly impressed with myself for actually getting off three times in just a little over 24 hours. Yay for my leaner, easier-getting-off, Prozac-free body.I am scheduled to work 7 pm to 7 am tonight so I didn't have to leave quite as early. In an effort to get on a graveyard sleep schedule the plan was to stay up late Thursday night possibly fucking her up the ass, then make the drive up and sleep Friday morning. I was a little tired from pipe-laying so I decided to get a little pre-coital nap. The nap lasted till 4 am, at which time I needed to leave. So round four consisted of a peck on the cheek as I headed out the door. I got to the work camp 45 minutes late to have breakfast, and too awake to sleep. I might as well have stayed home and taken advantage of her general horniness again. For years my drive exceeded her rather ample drive by a large margin. I feel I am just about as driven as ever. My ability to recover quickly and go again though is diminished a bit with age. She remarked that at this point her interest probably slightly exceeds mine at this point. This is a very good thing. Its nice to have it whenever the whim strikes me. That is assuming I happen to be in the same zip code. Cruel irony that we are physically separated lately when we are as emotionally close as we have been in a long time.I figure I spent cash and labor of about $120 to get off 3 times. So at $40 each time for no-holes-barred sex with the full G.F.E. ("GirlFriend Experience") is indeed a bargain. I defy you to find a better whore in any English speaking country for less than two Jacksons.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Ship's that pass..... -The Husband.
I only had Friday off, and it is impractical to make a 450 mile round trip and be back to work and sharp in less than 24 hours.
The Wife loaded up The Kids in The Minivan and made the drive. Several miscues including me turning off my cellphone instead of just ending a call later, I arrived at the same location she was headed to, close to the job site, and several hours drive for her. She arrived a bit fatigued from the drive, and I was more tired than I expected after two weeks of getting up hours before the time I was accustomed to.
Waiting for the toddler to fall asleep I was out hard. I woke up at about 4:30 to sue the bathroom and despite trying to be quiet woke her up. After we both tried to go back to sleep for a while, she got up to go to the bathroom and decided I was already back to sleep. She then got up with the rest of the early to work household we were visiting. After she didn't return for a while I fell to sleep.
We had a great time with the kids the next day, all very interesting but not very blog-worthy in this venue. We took a drive to the site, they got to see the heavy equipment at a pretty close range. We drove a bit further and higher and caught some trees and had a snowball fight. Wife mentioned the long drive for so far no affection not even a kiss. I, having forgotten my toothbrush the night gave her a sincere but closed mouth kiss. We groped and fondled a bit when the opportunity presented. (rarely)
On the trip down the twisty, guard-rail-less, road, I felt my eyelids droop. I pulled over to rest them, and the kids begged to scramble again in the snow. As they left the van I realized we were alone at long last. I looked over at her and confirmed she had thought the same thing. Then I took a nap. Sad. Really, kind of pathetic.
After a brief respite, one of the kids clomped into and then back out of the van. Repeatedly. I pointed out to The Fellatio Artist that it was in fact Friday, and that in keeping with Fellatio Friday, I really should let her suck it. She gave me a bemusedly tolerant look, but in fact did bend over to my seat pretty agreeably once I unbuttoned my fly. She made a good effort but the vertigo of the road took its toll on her. The proximity of the kids took a toll on me. Eventually she sat up and I continued the stimulation on my own as she watched and occasionally gave it a lick and a promise as she called it. At some point one of the kids came over to the van, then crossed behind and came unexpectedly right to my window.... If not for his short height and quick reflexes on my part, he would be talking about that in therapy for years.
So, she made the 450 mile round trip for a quick kiss, and got the short end of the bargain trading it for half a blow job.
This job is seriously impacting our, ahem, intimate life.
The Wife loaded up The Kids in The Minivan and made the drive. Several miscues including me turning off my cellphone instead of just ending a call later, I arrived at the same location she was headed to, close to the job site, and several hours drive for her. She arrived a bit fatigued from the drive, and I was more tired than I expected after two weeks of getting up hours before the time I was accustomed to.
Waiting for the toddler to fall asleep I was out hard. I woke up at about 4:30 to sue the bathroom and despite trying to be quiet woke her up. After we both tried to go back to sleep for a while, she got up to go to the bathroom and decided I was already back to sleep. She then got up with the rest of the early to work household we were visiting. After she didn't return for a while I fell to sleep.
We had a great time with the kids the next day, all very interesting but not very blog-worthy in this venue. We took a drive to the site, they got to see the heavy equipment at a pretty close range. We drove a bit further and higher and caught some trees and had a snowball fight. Wife mentioned the long drive for so far no affection not even a kiss. I, having forgotten my toothbrush the night gave her a sincere but closed mouth kiss. We groped and fondled a bit when the opportunity presented. (rarely)
On the trip down the twisty, guard-rail-less, road, I felt my eyelids droop. I pulled over to rest them, and the kids begged to scramble again in the snow. As they left the van I realized we were alone at long last. I looked over at her and confirmed she had thought the same thing. Then I took a nap. Sad. Really, kind of pathetic.
After a brief respite, one of the kids clomped into and then back out of the van. Repeatedly. I pointed out to The Fellatio Artist that it was in fact Friday, and that in keeping with Fellatio Friday, I really should let her suck it. She gave me a bemusedly tolerant look, but in fact did bend over to my seat pretty agreeably once I unbuttoned my fly. She made a good effort but the vertigo of the road took its toll on her. The proximity of the kids took a toll on me. Eventually she sat up and I continued the stimulation on my own as she watched and occasionally gave it a lick and a promise as she called it. At some point one of the kids came over to the van, then crossed behind and came unexpectedly right to my window.... If not for his short height and quick reflexes on my part, he would be talking about that in therapy for years.
So, she made the 450 mile round trip for a quick kiss, and got the short end of the bargain trading it for half a blow job.
This job is seriously impacting our, ahem, intimate life.
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