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.

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.

Spousal Maintenance. - The Geek

I had been a couple of hundred miles from home for all of six days. This, I think, may have been the longest we have been apart for 15 years. We kinked by chat and by phone to good effect, but it isn't quite the same as the touch, taste, smell, sight and sounds all at once.

I spent 12 hours on a piece of heavy equipment on Saturday and had wifey convinced that I had more sense than to make the trip home without at least several hours of rest. I did have the sense to be extra careful and mindful of fatigue. I had already packed my car the night before, so when the Mr. Slate blew the whistle, I slid down the dinosaurs neck and dashed to the car. Sticking my bare feet through the cut-out in the floor of the rock-mobile , I yabba-dabba-doo'd on out of there.

My best E.T. for the trip so far has been 2.75 hours. This time I took my time and went slow partly to conserve gas, partly the car (which is overdue for an 1/2 shaft), and mostly my life. Much as I appreciate an adrenaline fueled dash through the twisties, realistically, my reflexes would not have been optimum. I got out of work about a half hour early, and delayed calling home for the rest giving me a one hour head start. I mumbled a series of tasks that I would be doing in preparation for rest and the trip the next day as I coasted down a grade with the engine off, muting the phone as cars and trucks roared by the other way. I found myself in a pretty hazardous situation when she got a little chatty and I lost my inertia on an upgrade and rolled to a stop. I begged off and attempted to re-start. Bad relay. I tried to back over to the shoulder, but this spot had about six feet between the guardrail and the lane, no good. Flashers on, eyes on the rear-view, I banged under the dash at the offending relay, curses and prayers in equal measures. It started.

From then on, I left it running and dodged and weaved every time she called. I made up errands on top of errands. By the time I got around to asking her "What are you wearing?" I had my hand on the knob and was able to see that yes, she is in fact wearing ugly pajamas.

I had in my mind holding back my animal desires and enjoying some soft gentle lovemaking. Later she mentioned that she had envisioned freshly done hair, sheets, make-up and lingerie for my homecoming and slow languid intimacy. The problem with both plans is we had been getting progressively kinkier with each nights phone call, and its hard to put kink back in the box. The rough and dirty butt-sex and slurpy fellatio of our phone-sex was actually not too far from the actual events.

Be careful what you role play, you might find yourself bent over in the shower, soap in your eyes cycling through the third of fourth iteration of ass to mouth.

With Cum & a Smile on Her Lips. - The Husband

That's how I sent Wifey back to work.

At the time, I was satisfied, my pipes having been cleaned but had no idea the levels of foreshadowing in this event. I was pleased with my videography. I was no less pleased that I had managed to cum in her throat. It's a bit of an exaggeration that she had cum on her lips, I was pretty deep in her throat when I came and when she invaded my mouth with her eager tongue seconds later, there wasn't a hint.

As she described, she gave me a great blow job. I would have cum in just the first couple of minutes If I hadn't decided to play Cecil B. DeMille with the digicam. I felt my balls tighten several times. I made no concerted effort to hold out because I actually wanted to surprise her with a mouthful MORE than I wanted to record the moment, but since often I have trouble 'getting there' if we are under a time crunch, I figured I'd grab a shot or two for Fellatio Friday.

In all the excitement of reaching orgasm in less than 5 minutes we had before she had to go back to work, I missed a lot:

I caught the look of rapt attention she sensed me approaching the edge. I missed that the thing that put me over the edge was when I looked down at her licking my balls and told her that the next time I have cock in hand on cam, I want her posed right there. Not very present in the moment was it?

I caught that her technique was smoother going all the way down in one motion instead of the reach the back of the throat adjust, and take it all in. I missed noticing that for the first time in EVER, something we did triggered her previously dormant gag reflex.

I caught that she was approaching her task with relish. I missed that she was feeling me a little emotionally disconnected the last day or so and was connecting with my soul as she was connecting with my cock.

I caught myself in the 'dominant role' I missed the subtle topping from the bottom cues that foreshadowed her first topping from the top she would do later that night as she subconsciously administered the salve of redemption through pain, rather than receiving as per usual.

And most of all I missed the foreshadowing that his blow-job, delayed from a lick and a promise unfinished one the day before, and hastily tossed of before an arbitrary Fellatio Friday deadline, that it was to be one of two fellatio to completion attempts in less than twelve hours.

From that 5 minutes elapsed time from dropping my pants to kissing her goodbye, there is a week's worth of blogging subtext.

High Speed Fellatio. -The Husband.

It is kind of a cliche getting blown while driving. The reason something becomes cliche is because a lot of people do it. The reason they do it is it is pretty darn entertaining. If I can find it I'll have to embed the excellent version of this Heather from iDeepthroat.com did.

We have done this a few times. The first time I recall, we were either on our way to or from the grassy knoll. We had hopes to retrieve a Polaroid there, and were amazed to have found it in the dark.

We actually originally met in the rat's maze of Corporate America in a place featuring a million dollar view that included the Wrigley Mansion but an environment too cheap to even give us individual cubicles. It was two to a slot, with a 45 degree angle so you could pretend you had privacy.

Eventually, she transferred to the building across the street with no windows at all, but a nicer division culture. Our building had the better cafeteria, or at least Orlando was a better cook. She used walk across the grassy knoll then dash across a major thoroughfare, often in heels, to meet up for lunch. On one such trip she noticed a Polaroid, possibly tossed from a passing car. In a tight skirt and heels, she wasn't going to bend down and get it especially in case the perv who left it was watching to see who picked it up.

She mentioned it later that night when we were inflagrante of some degree. I thought it sounded hot. I can't remember why we took her car, as it had a bad alternator and there were concerns it might not make it there and back. Probably I had my engine pulled at the time. So off we went om a fool's errand, late at night in a light drizzle. We pulled up, she retraced her usual route in the dark and there it was. In my paranoia (cute to her at the time) I wondered if someone hadn't seen her daily trek and had planted it for her to find. Later, we spent a lot of time looking at the cock-stuffed visage, wondering if we knew the girl. Hard to say. We looked around carefully the next Popsicle Thursday, but no joy.

So, armed with some home made porn and some giddy ideas, we went to the nearest Walgreen's where I stayed in the car idling to nurse the battery along, as she dashed in and bought a Polaroid Camera. We had a vague idea of replacing the 'planted' or more likely tossed one with one of our own. I don't recall whether that plan came to fruition, but I do recall my first on-the-fly BJ.

She leaned over, I adjusted the seat back and my fly and she went after it like the young fellatio artist that she was. At some point she looked up and asked if anyone could see. I said no, but had the splendid idea of her removing her panties off, raising her skirt and getting her moon above the window ledge. This position did nothing to make her task easier but the angle and the dome light I switched on made my cries of "Don't stop! Some guy in a truck is looking down in..." a tad more believable. (I was lying.)

The next time I recall we weren't too far from home so waiting was certainly an option, but we were young, kinky and horny and web-cams weren't invented yet. I think the cop we passed had a good Idea what she was doing because he pulled us over. By the time I had "found a safe place to pull over" (read got my pants up from my ankles and sort of zipped.) she was belted in the upright position. Dizzy with kink, and the adrenaline of nearly getting cop, I have no idea what he said about why he pulled us over. A lane change or some such. He sent us on our way with a warning and a smirk.

My current ride cost the price of a minivan plus about $6,500. What I mean to say is I had to buy the minivan so I could justify the $6.5K on what my wife terms my midlife crisis. After said minivan purchase she did tell me that as long as the mid-life crisis didn't involve bleached blond and boobs, I probably could have had it anyway. SO of course I dumped another $3,500 in the car for a smooth-shifting trans and a limited slip differential. I can hit 110 by the end of the on ramp of the freeway by our house. So far we haven't christened it, and I've had it for 2 years.
The car is no virgin though I've embarrassed the odd penis-mobile costing 20 times as much, as well as two cops foolish enough to think pursuit in an their SUV's was a reasonable undertaking. The most sexual thing I've done is driving it in my underwear at 132 mph just to say I did.

It is a goal of mine to get blown either well above twice the speed limit, or perhaps during a 1/4 mile run. I don't think I can cum in less than 1/4 mile though despite the high level of excitement that might bring.

First Fellatio - The Geek

When we met, it was clear to both of us that she was more experienced. Never a shy girl, she was a friendly and giving girl. Knowing they would like it, she liked doing it, and was remarkably libertine about it. She started young and enjoyed something about each of the lucky cocks she fellated in preparation of the first time she blew me.

With me, she was amazed at how long it took me to kiss her, and when I finally did she was reasonably impressed. As a virgin with a limited set of acceptable expressions for affection I had a fair amount of practice at that. We were mutually smitten. She was used to being sexually attractive. I, not so much. I wanted us to "be good". She wanted us to enjoy each other, but not if there were to be regrets. She was patient with my reticence, if a bit frustrated.

What a pair we made. Me, a repressed, guilt-ridden, chronically-masturbating, virginal sex-addict. She, a free-spirited, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing, cheerful, friendly, nymphomaniac.

The first time her lips caressed the head of my cock was electric.

Making out on her ugly green couch, I ground away, dry humping. My raging manhood clawed its way past the waistband of my jockeys and through unbuttoned 501's. I headed north and pressed the head of my cock just below her breasts. Rubbing her sternum seemed in my distorted reality to be less sexual then say, titty-fucking.

Her lips parted in shock to see my cock headed in the direction of her thirsty mouth She later reported thinking: "Oh My..he's really going to do this...." I was thinking I wouldn't and would stop short. Turns out she was right.

I found her mouth too inviting. I advanced until I was tantalizingly (for both of us!) within range of her tongue. It darted out and, quick as a flash, my oral cherry was devoured. That first time, delicious. I had no idea, however, the delights that would have awaited me if I had let her kneel and control the position, the timing, the cadence, the depth...

Oh my the depth. Have I mentioned that my wife can deep-throat like a pro? Amazing to see 6-7 inches of dick, encircled by lips, caressed by back of the tongue and then.... with a wiggle and a gasp.... it sliding slightly curved down the back of her throat. She chins me like an athlete touching the bar , or touching his chest to the pavement.

That first time was tentative, soft, wet licks. Careful not to scare her skittish quarry. I hesitant. Not knowing the details then of her history. Uncertain if in the cold light of morning she would feel regret. As she finally eased her mouth around the head, my few polite thrusts and she was tenderly milking my nectar. The cat in cream smile on her face said a lot.

Does Your Wife Enjoy Fellatio? - The Geek

Recently she was the top of Google for "Is wife enjoying fellatio?" Apparently, not many husband's have wondered this. Google reports only 47,000 possible entries for this query. Interestingly, many entries were about a wife who did not enjoy or would not perform this loving ritual.

What's the secret for getting my wife to enjoy sucking my cock? Sadly, I don't have one. She just does. That she enjoys fellatio, I have confidence in. It's hard to gauge the strength of her pleasure when I 'enjoy cunnilingus'. She moans and mewls appreciatively but still, not with the enthusiasm with which she accepts the gift of my cock when I drop trou and guide the head towards her eager mouth. She makes me feel like I am dipped in chocolate and it makes her wet.

We have a little inside joke if she is not quite ready. "We need more foreplay!" By foreplay we mean I merely have to lay back and enjoy the tongue lashing. This often made me feel a little selfish, but not so much so that I was going to yank her by the hair off my cock.

Most wouldn't believe me, "My wife gets wet from giving head!" Her obsession may have hindered her ability to truly enjoy cunnilingus. Yes, we have tried sixty-nine. She prefers to concentrate on giving the pleasure and considers the pussy worship to be an interruption to her art. She is delightfully single minded about it during her cock worship. When we take turns, she always enjoys it. In a sense though she's just waiting for her turn to reciprocate.

I love my cock sucking wife.

Domination With a Straight Face. - The Husband

Being a randy S.O.B. this morning's raunch wasn't enough to sate the beast within. Well I thought it was, until she presented her ass. She got some shoes today from an admirer and was taking a picture of them. To do this, she laid on her back, put her ass within spanking distance in a pair of tight jeans and put her legs in the air against the wall as she took a self picture of the shoes.

Naturally, I spanked her. It sounded good, felt good on my hand and she kind of sidled her butt over for another. I told her to lock the door and strip. She said she had to go downstairs to deal with a pan. Huh? She explained that yet again she had boiled a pan dry with this seasonal spice (nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon) that she simmers on the stove to cover the odor of unwashed dishes and laundry and burned pans. This time it was a pan that was ugly, battered, but serviceable that was left behind by one of th 29 roommates I went through before trading them in for a her. This, a grievous sin indeed. I told her as she attempted (in vain I am sure) to scrub the carbon off the bottom to think of a number of swats that she should receive to atone for the loss of my pan. (Did I mention this is the third one in about as many month?) She said "Zero!" I told her I found her number "unacceptable."

Thinking about spanking her got me very hard indeed. Not something I am proud of, just a physiological reaction to a fetish. When she came in, I told her to strip but put on some panties. She did, (locking the door behind her) and rummaged around for some underwear. She grabbed a floral print boy short. "Unacceptable" I say.. I pulled mine off and had her step into them, and put hers on. "On your knees!" I insisted.

I fucked her face a while then remembered the task at hand. "On the bed, face down, ass in the air." She did, a trace of a bemused smile. I thought the angle looked interesting although no woman's behind is flattered in that pose. Being in an unflattering pose was hot in and of itself, so I took pictures. Unfortunately that was with her camera and I'm betting on deletion. We will see. I opened the blinds to let in some natural light and to give that uneasy feeling that her ass being flogged might be seen by someone.

I had her reach under and masturbate in my panties to give her something to do where I considered angles and lighting. Finally satisfied that I had enough pictures of her ass for later humiliation play, I pulled the panties in for a mild wedge exposing more flesh for the spankin'. Rather than a series of red blotches, I wanted a single distinct handprint. A partial wouldn't do and once I had a partial, there would be no chance of lining up a second so I increased te acceleration of my hand through the air to achieve a terminal velocity of about 50% more than I thought I needed for the effect of that. Since her safe word seems to be "OW!" I wasn't going to get a second swat anyway with the one I had wound up in my shoulder. SMMMAAAACKKKKK! It hurt. A lot. My hand was stinging. She felt it too.

She started laughing through the tears. A long time ago we were playing around with spanking. I had kicked the roommates (and the revenue) out of my house and we were christening all the rooms. The middle bedroom with the green shag carpeting had a cheap mirror on the back of the door. I had found a garland of pearls and she was wearing those her bridal heels and the "Nelda Outfit" (a one piece teddy our mutual friend Nelda had given her at her bridal shower.)

There was a stool in the room and we messed around mugging for the mirror. Her favorite was probably when I sat on the stool sans trousers and she watched in the mirror as she bent over wearing those 4" white satin, lace and pearl trimmed, stiletto heels and deep-throated me. I enjoyed having her bend over the stool as I swatted her bare cheeks with my hand progressively harder each stroke until she kept up a throaty sexy patter f oh yes, that fells good, spank me, make it hurt...until it actually did. Then she stood up straight rubbed her ass and said OW that HURT annunciated in clear debate team voice. We still laugh about that. If you can't laugh WITH your sub you aren't really secure in your Dom-ulinity. Besides, she is probably laughing behind your back AT you..(subs do that you know)

Oddly although I shared her mirth I was quite ramped up in my desire to cause her the pain so I was pretty un-apologetic about it. As the bright red hand print raised, I knew it was all worth it anyway..what a pic that will make!..snapped a few as she craned her neck to see it. looking at the display skin she audibly gasped in a "look what you DID to me" way but a quick groping of her confirmed that she was also very very wet...I think more so from seeing the result than the swat itself.

She openingly laughed saying look how dom-ly you still look despite the fact that we are laughing. I pointed out that even though I laughed, I really hadn't granted permission for her to do so. I emphasized my pint with some pressure on her carotids. Sharp intake of breath and then silence. "Better", I said, and meant it. Reaching down I pulled of the panties. "I also didn't give permission for you to cream in my panties." I grabbed the nylon panties and yanked them down over her ass and off her legs. "Look what you've done." I calmly pointed out, as I let her taste the moist gusset I soved it in her mouth.

Taking them out of her mouth, and taking liberties no properly trained sub would she wrapped them around her neck pulling the stretchy nylon taut. "I think you should choke me."

Taking them back I used them to stretch a taught gag like a bit through her teeth pulling hard at the corners of he mouth pulling her smile into a grimace. "No," I explained. "As much as I am getting off on this little scene, I might well take that too far." That seemed to hit the mark. by this point I had worked my way on top of her pinning her and threatening her already abused cunt again with my cock. Working it in I fucked her for a short while before she moved the panty gag aside and complained that it was hurting inside and not in a good way. "No problem," I cheerfully replied as I gently gathered a handful of hair and pulled her mouth down onto my cock. She lasted a little while that way and was experiencing discomfort there too.

Hmm, I say, you are an awfully greedy slut aren't you. You get off by crossing your legs and I don't complain when despite years of practice, you fail to get me off at times. You really need to choose one way or another here (as I put my cock back in her pussy). She complained and came again and again as I fucked her. Do you want me to stop? "No" Does it hurt? "Yes" Is that why you are cumming? "Yes".

I was looking forward to several exchanges back and forth mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth and back, but her writhing and orgasms from every nipple pinch just got me off before I could completely wear her down. All in all, another lovely time was had by me. Dunno about her, I shall badger her to post her version of this.

Erotic Writing. - The Husband

I was staying in a red light district hotel, having just moved out of my parents house under some duress at the age of barely 18. I was laying on the floor one night after work resting my back, and spied a slim volume of quite literally pulp fiction. It was printed on newsprint with a 2 color cover. It captivated me. It was the only erotica I had read other than Mom's Sydney Sheldons, and a battered copy of Judy Bloom's "Wifey" that i found in the alley behind our house . The tale in the found paperback involved an older woman (never called M.I.L.F.'s in those days.) She finds herself blackmailed in some improbable way and is in the broom closet or pantry with her son's friend with a cucumber equally improbably placed. To this day when running into such insertions I find such pics compelling. The element that one would think would have been the biggest turn off was the whole mother angle, given that I had no oedipal urges and, well, enough matriarchal loathing to hang out with Stewie Griffen.

I was rescued from skid row by my grandparents who heard of my new address and offered the basement room where they took in un-wed expectant mothers. (sadly, none were extant on the premises at the time of my visit.) I stayed there about three weeks when suddenly with no pre-amble but an elbow to the ribs from grandma, grandpa coughed out, "So, did you have any luck looking for an apartment today." By this I took it to mean that my bitch of a mother was giving grandma grief over giving shelter to her grandchild.

I exchanged my previous motel on skid row this time for one that backed to an "Adult" bookstore. (Said so right on the sign - Modern World Adult Bookstore)

I nervously went in, since the legal drinking age had been recently raised from 18 to 21 before I had a chance to choose not to imbibe, I wasn't sure if this rule extended to smut as well. I was skinny and very young looking and expected to be thrown out before I could memorize all the covers with the few furtive glances I cast about. I grabbed Tongue Lashing Susan a tale as I later found out was about a very friendly but driven nurse with an oral fixation. I grabbed this paid for it in cash and practically ran back to my room. As I read of Susan's exploits, I thought not at all about the fact that my mothers training and once a week shift at the hospital was as an R.N.

A year or so later during a nine day stay in the orthopedic ward of a hospital after a losing argument between my motorcycle and a 4 wheeled vehicle, I thought of it again. Interestingly I wonder if I projected that, or perhaps she noticed some hint of my ardor during my sponge baths because I did get a little tongue, but no lashing from my nurse that may well have been named Susan. In my mind the two figures merged when she kissed me. I can no longer remember if the Nurse or the girl in the book was named Susan. I am not sure it matters. ~fond smile~

Lets try this again... - The husband

Baby is better, happy and healthy and a terror once again. Safely asleep and out of the bed, linens once again washed.

Jane is in the shower...smooth soapy and wet...yummmy

Need to get a quick rinse myself then lay back and watch the virtuoso perform.

I'll let you know how it blows, er glows, er grows, er goes I mean!

edit:

The fellatio as expected was outstanding. I managed to forstall my excitement and present her with a flacid clean workspace to start from. Always fun to see and feels amazing for a small flaccid nibble grow in her mouth and slowly fetreat out full size a short while later. Great conjuring trick.

Lots of warm wet tongue swirling around the shaft, pressing on that spot under the tip of the head that feels so good, a few shudder inspiring teasing licks at the ABC (Ass-to-Ball-Connection). Short, fast strokes with her mouth following the contours p and over the ridge of my head. a little medium throat wish isn't as impressive looking as deep throat but is what feels the best. I thought for a while I would reward her efforts in a visible way, but the moment passed suddenly as it does sometimes. With her depth of experience she can tell, and usually moves on to other activities, this time lying back for the highly under-rated missionary position.

I started a little filthy verbal encouragement based in part on some pictures she had seen of a young man that she fond aesthetically pleasing and emotionally disturbing as our oldest turns 18 in a couple of weeks. This guy could easily fit in with the 18-21 crowd that or son hangs around in. At some point though I felt I was forcing a square peg in a perfectly nice warm wet round hole. I can do that sometimes. Chasing an orgasm is the surest way to forestall one. She took over the narrative and fleshed out the scene more vividly and with out too much more aerobic activity I had yet another orgasm to ad to my tally for the day.

We have a semi-serious idea of starting yet two more blogs just to track orgasms or maybe just twin counter bars. She will win of course, always, but we thought it might be fun to keep track.

All in all 8 out of 10 for sensations, I think I should have just been more present in the moment This is a mistake I make often trying to cram to much fantasy and role play and positions int what is really a pretty simple effective coupling to orgasm. What is there between us at the moment is enough and I tend to forget that chasing greater highs.

First Taste of Pussy. - The Husband.

Other than having a pussy ground against my chin, and one abortive tentative attempt in the dark with a stranger involving more fingers than tongue, my wife took my tongues cherry along the road to taking my ultimate cherry.

I don't recall for certain that the memorable experience was in fact the very first time that my tongue so much as grazed her nether regions, but the cunnilingus itself is a treasure trove of sights, textures, tastes and fragrances.

I assume that by the time this memory was created I had plenty of imagery in my mind of the sights and sounds and sensations of her giving me oral pleasure. I didn't think it odd at the time, but she never even hinted at requesting some sort of reciprocation. (Well other than the not so subtle hints that if I'm OK with sucking, I really out to do something about her under-fucked pussy. I understand nw that for her giving head isn't a prelude, it is in and of itself a destination.)

Of the many things on my kinky to do list was the idea of shaving a woman's legs. Watching shaving has always fascinated me, dunno why, but with the lens of trans-gendered issues, I wonder if I wasn't projecting subconsciously my leg feeling the smooth drag of the razor. I may well be melding various images and sensations in my mind, but I recall catching her in the tub mid shave and 'helping' her. She was kind of blushing abut it, which in some ways wasn't like her. Looking back it wasn't the nudity that likely bothered her so much as the personal nature of her interrupted grooming.

At some point I joined her in the tub. That inevitably led to a bit of a soapy blow job. I was unsure of whether my sensitive palate and olfactory receptors would enjoy the experience or not as opinions on this delicacy seem to vary a lot. I was resolved to make the attempt. I in obtuse ways had her turn around into a 69 position. It would have been simple to say, "Hey, flip around I want to eat you out while you suck that." But was a little unsure about how the geometry of that works, and not at all sure abut promising something that I was unqualified as yet to deliver. To guide me I had only lurid descriptions from girls I had met over phone lines when such things were still mostly un-moderated, and unpaid.

At some point her cute little ass and tightly clamped legs were pointed my direction and I got a nice close up view of her lips, smooth now that she had inquired and found to her relief (seems odd in this day an age) that no I have no objection at all to her shaving there. Nomenclature from an Honors Biology class flooded from my brain. I nearly blushed again as when I first heard those terms from my pretty blond, high school biology teacher. Labia majora, check. a flick of the tongue, a gasp, legs parted slightly, followed by lips and there labia minor. (If Mrs. A_____ is reading this, yeah I could Google the terms make sure I get them right, but this isn't about being more real than the reality of my very tangible feeling memories.)

I tongued, licked and traced a gentle (because I was tentative not skilled) finger the length of her vulva and back. As she parted, I probed and prodded with fingers and tongues, tasting with relief the lovely taste of fresh washed, highly aroused pussy. Those that revel in pussy worship have it right it is delectable. Add some fragrantly subtle bath soap, and it really appealed to me clean fetish. I think in a soapy tub is still my favorite setting for cunnilingus. I am sure she came, but more from the naughty newness of knowing that I had succumbed to her charms and partaking of some of her forbidden fruit not by being cajoled or pressured, but because she was in fact, irresistible.

We got an honorable mention on the web.

The Fellatrix had a good post a day or two ago dealing with negotiating a blow job or its near equivalence out of your significant other. The main point that I took from it was that if you can find out what parts of the process your partner likes and doesn't, you can close to if not exactly what it is you want out of (er or into) you partner's mouth.

A little excerpt from her post:

There are essentially two areas of negotiation in what will occur during a blowjob, and you must agree on both before any activity takes place. There is a list for each area below.

1. Establish the limits on which parts of his penis she will stimulate and exactly how the stimulation will take place.
2. Agree on whether or not stimulation will proceed to ejaculation, and more importantly, where the ejaculate will end up. It is helpful to establish a 'warning word' to use when ejaculation is imminent, in case it's not obvious. Something other than "thar' she blows!" would be appropriate
   

Apparently commentary on her post on the web was filled with sophomoric comments like just grab her by the hair and shove her into your lap. I am not surprised that locker-room bravado would be bandied abut from the privacy of anonymous message boards while their wives or mothers were upstairs asleep. What surprised me was that we were apparently the only commentators that were appreciative of the post. It really is a good road map for anyone that wants to get some head, and isn't sure why their wife isn't going for it.

There must be some call for her kind of advice, just look at my recent post about a Google search that found us because they wanted to know "Is wife enjoying fellatio?"

Even though I lucked out and found a girl that likes the view from the end of my cock, it has taken some communication to maximize the enjoyment for both of us.

A good example of this is that during one of the early sessions, she stopped and inquired if everything was all right. Apparently I had my yes screwed shut in an exaggerated way. I didnt realize I was doing that. I mean I knew my eyes were closed. I was so astounded at the idea that this pretty, well adjusted girl had my "Pee-Pee" in her mouth that I was afraid to upset the applecart by letting her see me leer at her. I mean I had a front row seat to every voyeur's dream, a cute girl gobbling cock like a porn star. I guess I sort of thought if she noticed me drooling at the sight she would suddenly notice how slutty that looked and she might stop. She patiently explained that looking slutty was half the fun of it and that fellatio is a visual medium as much as a tactile one.

Back to the moronic ideas some guys seem to have. I have tried the waggling it in her face in a jesting manner, that doesn't work. Yes in the heat of the moment she enjoys being objectified, but not until the pilot light has been lit. Some of the jokesters were bragging about the fine BJ's they had 'negotiated' out of professionals in their worldly travels. I can see how a pro has the practice to get the tactile part right, and if they have good acting skills the visual part could be really convincing. But in the end, sticking your dick in the mouth of a girls you paid for exactly that service seems hardly as exciting and kinky as watching the mother of your children, the demure looking girl you sit next to in church, the girl that sucks you off because she likes the way you taste. Much better I think.

The Fellatio Artist & The Geek

My wife, The Fellatio Artist, is #1! - The Husband

Google is fun. This morning my wife was in top position for the search of "Is wife enjoying fellatio?"

Apparently, not as many husband's as you might think have pondered this question. Google reports 47,000 possible entries for this query. Interestingly a lot of the entries were about the fact that the wife did not enjoy or would not perform this loving ritual.

Fortunately I do not suffer these problems or even wonder if she does enjoy it. What is my secret for getting my wife to truly enjoy sucking my cock? Sadly, I don't have one, she just does. I may have done a few things right in the beginning, but she would have gotten around to her virtuoso performance with or without my bidding. I, The Geek, had very little experience, sexually. I had gone on a series of fairly chaste dates with some very nice, very pretty girls that I still remember fondly, but chastely. I also have sme fond but decidely unchaste memories of one virginal but slutty girlfriend. From her I learned most of what I know about a woman's sexual responses and more or less how a woman's orgasm worked as opposed to my own. This girl would have gladly sucked my cock, had I but asked, but she ( like I) suffered pangs of guilt..... and I cared about her enough not to want to add to her internal conflicts (or mine). She had enjoyed giving and receiving oral from a previous boyfriend but was so conflicted about it in the cold light of day that I just couldn't go there. She did once though after rubbing her little breasts on my cock, lick the resultant cum off my belly, so I got to see a little cock-hunger in her eyes, which was pretty memorable. She went on to find someone even more chaste than I was. I have no idea what she would have told him about her past and her desires, but my hope for her is that she is enjoying performing fellatio and perhaps is anonymously blogging about it as we speak.

I am getting astray of the topic here a bit as I am want to do at times. We were discussing my wife loves to give head. As she has stated in an earlier post, she started young and has enjoyed something abut each of the lucky men who wee attached to the cocks she fellated in preparation of the first time she blew me.

The first time her lips caressed the head of my cock was electric. When we met it was clear to both of us that she was the more experienced. She had never been a shy girl sexually until me, reporting that she tended to give head on the first date. I say this not to imply at all that I look down on her in anyway for this, just that she was a friendly and giving girl, she knew they would like it, she liked doing it, and she was remarkably libertine about it. With me, she was amazed at how long it took me to kiss her, and when I finally did she was reasonably satisfied with the results. As a virgin with a limited set of acceptable expressions for affection I had a fair amount of practice at that. We both were attracted to each other. She was used to being sexually attractive, I not so much. I wanted us to "be good". She wanted us to enjoy each other, but not if there were to be regrets. She was patient with my reticence, if a bit frustrated.

What a pair we made. Me, a repressed, guilt-ridden, chronically-masturbating, virginal sex-addict. She a free-spirited, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing, cheerful, friendly, nymphomaniac. I slowly worked my sexual expression with her up the guilt-ridden point that I had risen to (or sunk to) with the previously ill-fated relationship, and found none of the morning after guilt on her part and sufficient reserves of self-delusion and denial in my own psyche to press the boundaries a bit. One night on her ugly green couch I was grinding away, dry humping with my raging manhood clawing its way past the waistband of my tighty whities and past the open front of my button-fly 501's. I had in mind a repeat of the titty-fucking experience and pressed the head of my cock between them rubbing really against her sternum.

Her lips parted in shock to see my cock headed in the general direction of her thirsty mouth She later reported that she was thinking, "Oh My..he's really going to do this...." I was thinking I wouldn't that I would stop short. I found her mouth too inviting though and I continued to crawl up until I was tantalizingly (for both of us!) within range of her tongue. It darted out and quick as a flash, my oral cherry was devoured. That first time felt wonderful, but I had n idea the delights that would have awaited me if I had let her kneel and control the position the timing the cadence, the depth...oh my the depth. Have I mentioned that my wife can deep-throat like a pro? That is the most amazing thing to see (modestly) 6-7 inches of my dick, encircled by the lips, caressed by the back of the tongue and then with a wiggle and a gasp, it sliding slightly curved down the back of her throat as she chins my abdomen like an athlete touching the bar , or touching his chest to the pavement.

As far as the point of the search as to whether my wife is enjoying serving me orally, this is the one thing sexually that I have the most confidence in. Yes she is easily orgasmic and moans and mewls appreciatively when I return the favor. However, its hard to gauge the strength of her pleasure. Not so with the simple way she makes me feel I am giving her a gift of my cock when I drop trou and guide the head towards her eager mouth. Its just that it makes her wet. We have a little inside joke when we begin to fuck if she seems not quite ready, that we need more "foreplay" and for us (despite that we employ a wide variety of fun sexy activities that clearly are also in the foreplay category, the one thing we mean is that to get her ready I merely have to lay back and enjoy the blow. This often made me feel a little selfish, but not so much so that I was going to yank her by the hair off my cock.

I don't think the average person would believe me if I mentioned in casual conversation, "My wife gets wet from giving head!" She likes doing it so much that it actually might have hindered her ability to truly enjoy cunnilingus. Yes, we have tried the 69 position, if anything we prefer the her on top 69, but she prefers to concentrate on giving the pleasure and considers the pussy worship kind of an interruption to her art. She is delightfully single minded about it during her cock worship. If we take turns, she always enjoyed it, but in a sense was just waiting for her turn to reciprocate.

Lately, thanks to her finding with her little vibe an incredibly orgasmic spot just alongside her clit where a major ganglia of nerves seems to pass through, she has been willing to lose herself and her sense of cock-sucking duty in the bliss of waves of orgasms. A bi=sexual friend of ours made some suggestions. A sort of nibbling technique that was firmer than my previous tonguing efforts, but more gentle than when I would on her direction bite her tender places seems to have helped. It actually seems that lately I am finally catching up on years of oral debt, and I am proud to say she seemed to have enjoyed it without feeling that overwhelming urge to go down on me, although I rarely get away without her at minimum giving t head a lick, and a promise.

Now the last few days, her Aunt Flo has come to visit. In our newlywed days, as soon as her discomfort passed we were throwing down a towel and making up for lost time. Not so much in recent years. Since starting this blog, and just generally re-connecting in a very sexual way as of late, we are resenting aunties interruptions. We are again kicking her out the door early so we can resume making the beast with two backs and looking for creative ways around her intrusion. A couple of nights ago, despite my thinking I would stay manned up for a while, I waxed a good portion of my legs, and being entirely to chicken for a full Brazilian, trimmed then ended up shaving the rest. I have not been totally bare there for 28 years. We both think it looks kind of funny, but it feels amazing to me. She liked how it felt on her tongue and the wonderment and discovery and exploration that led to very much reminded me of the first few times that I watched in wonder as she teased and tongued and tickled to find my most sensitive spots.

I love my cock sucking wife.

Surreal Fellatio. The Husband

Sitting here in bed with morning wood, I'm not so sure I didn't dream this one. On the other hand I didn't wake up in a sticky pool of my own cum and this was definite wet dream material....

A few days ago on a forum we frequent there were some tiny tiny pictures posted by a new member on that forum. She apparently had pictures taken of herself that were too big for the size limitations of the forum. Whatever program she used to shrink them down to manageable size had made them avatar sized, and the rich detail was lost. Many protested that they couldn't see them, and she mentioned that she hadn't the means to optimize the size. Always proactive in the search of porn, I sent her a message offering to resize them for her. They came over as 2560x1920!!!!! I could see every goosebump on her delicious body. With trembling hands, I resized them to 800x600 and sent them back.

Last night I had dozed off, and The Wife comes in. "Wake up!" she said her whisper warm and humid in my ear...."You have GOT to see this!"

Turns out she had some new pictures. These were taken in public it seems, and were just as interesting if not more so than the first set. As my wife scrolled through the pictures, she had me close my eyes and then open them so I could see it picture full size on the screen in a flash. She reached down and stroked ever so gently my already rigid cock, saying, "I THOUGHT you would like these!"

Only 1/2 joking, I said, "You know I'd enjoy these pics a lot more if your mouth was wrapped around the base of my shaft!" Without hesitation quicker than it takes to tell a virtuoso performance was happening before my eyes as I struggled to keep them open as my eyes rolled up and my head lolled back...That was one of the quickest and most thoroughly draining blow jobs she has managed out of me in years. Sure in my mid twenties when could absolutely decide when I would come, she could draw it out forever in sweet torture if when wanted or suck me off in a minute if she wanted to. My cum was on tap at her demand. Now it seems that it takes a bit more to get the boys to give up their hot *spunk.

I am under no delusions that asking my dear wife to suck my cock while I view nudie pics sent to us by strangers on a regular basis is a good idea, but this once, it was HOT. Just in case this is something that she does want to repeat, I should probably have a good supply of such pics on hand. So if you have a picture or two that you past/present boyfriend/husband/amateur pornographer took of you with his camera/cellphone/Polaroid that you kinda want some one to ogle, but REALLY can't be letting it out all over the internet, feel free to send them to us. We promise to spank wisely over them. Send them to peepinourwindow (then the @ sign) yahoo.com.

K thnks bye






*spunk...this is a referance to a seriers of private messages my wife got from no doubt a 14 year old typing from a computer he built in his parents basement. In the first message, he noted (after having seeing a picture of the lovely Fellatio Artist in action..) ..that she was an 'experienced' woman (AND HOW!, sez I) and cold be of help to him.

He then went on to ask her 'advice'. He explained his dilemma was that he was blessed with apparently fine seminal fluid producing facilities and was a bit concerned with both the sheer volume of his output as well as the velocity with which his apparently impressive delivery system ejaculated it. He being a sensitive young man was concerned about the many eager younger girls that had in the past and would no doubt in the future perform that gentle gift that is my wife's art. His concern was that it might at times be uncomfortable for them. Not because of the jaw tiring effort to open wide and mind the teeth, but because of the possible intimidating effects of his firehose-like blast of, well, spunk.

Throughout his missive when ever he needed a noun to identify his precious seed, he chose spunk. It was a rather spunky communication. Rather than deleting it as she tends to do with such, his sheer transparent audacity captured her grin, and she composed a reply. Her response was lengthy and designed to sound clinical and basically advised him that whether the girl would be eager to gobble his bounty might hinge on taste. She advised him to take a bold swig of it himself and see if it slides down nicely or whether it requires an anti-bacterial soap chaser.

Quick to respond, he readily assured her that he had received no complaints, and that in point of fact several nymphs had waxed positive about the tasty goodness of his seed. Oh I mean his yummy spunk. He also assured her that he on occasion, being the sensitive guy that he was had pre-tested his spunk with his own palate to be assured that as ever the good host he was laying out a delicious feast of spunk for his bevy of cocksuckers.

This went on back and forth for several messages until I suspect his mom came home from work. He thanked The Fellatio Artist for her time and wisdom and announced grandly that he was going to ponder these things as he masturbated up a fresh load of spunk. She certainly hoped he could hold out long enough for some lucky young girl to get her eager throat around his throbbing member.

Public Sex _ The Husband

We were at an event and found that its start had been delayed 45 minutes. We considered going to an adjacent park that at least had trees. It should not be this warm in November. I think it is possibly due to Al Gore's heat pumps on his mansion, heating up the country.

We got in the Soccer-mom-mobile and headed out. The plan was to find some desert privacy and mess around a bit. As we drove we found that urban sprawl had taken up a lot of the available places to hide out for teenage and married perverts alike.

The City put in this cool round-about where a freeway exit will be in the future. By then she had my pants unzipped and was gobbling cock in a noteworthy manner. I went around and around the roundabout timing each revolution to not coincide with any tall vehicles. eventually traffic started getting heavier by maybe the 6th time around so,I headed out again. We found a place where people park at a trail head into the desert. There was a vehicle empty there. Backing in and opening the passenger door I had a good screen from traffic from the other vehicle and the door. She was really really ready it seemed as I had no trouble at all slipping inside as she positioned herself on the edge of the seats. I was really going at it in spurts each time there was a break in the occasional traffic. I could see over my shoulder a ways before traffic came to the corner and started down the road we were on and a long view of the others. I felt I had a very good early warning system.

What did I overlook? The owner of the van next to us! He apparently either was finished with whatever he was doing tromping around in the desert or came back to figure out what we were doing lurking next to his car. There is no way he DIDN'T see at least enough to know what we were doing..I grabbed my pants up to my waist and drove off in a cloud in less time than it takes to tell leaving the portable chair on the roof as I went. I had placed it there to give the impression I was unloading or loading the van to anyone that happened by. It flew back as we took off and would have been gone for good because no way in hell were we going back red-faced for a #10 chair. The drawstring on its carrying bag had caught on an adjustment screw on the roof rack on its way back. We stopped grabbed the chair and giggled uncontrollably. Getting back to the rolling blow job I had to yank her hair up when I saw police lights on several vehicles ahead on the desert road. As we drew closer there were 4 cop cars and some teenagers in handcuffs...Pshew! Not a checkpoint for DWI, seeing as how I was not exactly dressed.

We finally found a road labeled no trespassing and listing the statute wherein we might be prosecuted for our willful disregard for said posted notice. On we went. It seemed to be an access road to service cell towers on the nearby peak. There was also a gun club adjacent but the down range direction seemed to put us out of harms way, and I figured over the sound of firearms through earplugs, they were unlikely to hear anything if we got a little loud. I pulled over and attempted to finish what I started. This was much less likely to be interrupted with no notice than the last place, but I found I couldn't concentrate on cumming. I was able to roger her soundly and elicit some loud noises from her as I encouraged her to be vocal. It has been a DAMN long time since she didn't have to muffle her vocalizations. That was really hot.

Having read her last post here some time before we went I took that as a green light for some back door action as I fucked her in the side-door. I had her flip over and kept fucking her wet pussy for a while wanting the anal to be a little less expected. That didn't go as well as I was at an odd angle and couldn't quite find my way anatomically at first without some guidance. then the soreness she still had from last night combined with no lube and the odd angle, and the sphincter tightening thrill of danger of getting caught combined to make that attempt a little less than fulfilling. We decided to head back to our event and did so with big smiles, even if as usual she won the orgasm count. Her several, me none, but I will collect the debt later.