"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.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
No Contact Celibacy. - The Husband.
Not even two hand touch above the waist. Internet's down at home. Vonage is forwarding calls to my cell phone wearing down the battery and subjecting me to bill collectors...
Monday, January 28, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Phone Sex - The Husband
I really really like to audible stimulation. From a low moan, to a mewling, to a gasp, to a rich fantasy with lots of detail.
A couple of days ago I send her some naughty pictures with me in a fedora, an open shirt, boots and a smile. I found that coordinating the self-timer with my somewhat camera-shy unit kind of difficult. Out of habit, I tensed my abdominal muscles even though I no longer have what could be described as a gut to suck in. I ended up with an odd goofy expression in most of the shots. I resolved to to better. On a friends blog, she mentioned that something about a man's pants down around his ankles, exposed and vulnerable excited her so I was thinking of taking a picture or video clip like that.
I was just so engaged in visual and physical acrobatics when my wife called. I explained what I was doing and mentioned that I wasn't getting the full attention and cooperation of the star of my production in that relatively cold room, and could she make like a fluffer, verbally.
She did an began some description of her time with the new dolphin vibe, and engaged in a little digital enhancement on her end which improved the sound quality by the moans her digits stroking her pussy elicited. I got a couple of video clips and thought I was close to er, drenching the camera at a couple of these 15 second clip intervals, but found that when ever I got into my left brain to set the camera, I'd have to begin the build-up mentally again. Physically the actor was on stage ready to perform, but he tends to like to give very long performances and isn't very good at fill in work and quick action stunts.
My wife shifted gears a bit and began to spin a lovely tale that featured some fictionalized version of some our online acquaintances. This encouraged me over to the twin bed in my small, spartan work-camp domicile. I kept the camera at hand and occasionally lazily shot a picture here a video clip there, but used a bit of the artistic right side of the brain. This didn't seem to cause the stop and start feeling of that tantalizingly delicious sequence of sensations that seems to build, and tickle, and constrict and engorge, and eventually release in a usually barely anticipated orgasms. "I was cleaning it and it went off!" always seemed an apt description to me.
This time, camera more or less ready, set to vid clip, aimed in the general direction, I watched fascinated as this time, with her melodic whispers and lush story caused me to as best I can describe it, spring a leak. I didn't feel quite the usually holding back then surging urgency. It was nice and gentle and building to a gentle pleasant liquid warmth. It was an amazing amount of pr-ejaculated, forming at the tip then gently tickling down the head, hanging on the ridge then racing down the shaft. I watched in the view screen amazed this was on the camera until I realized it was on the camera (screen) not in the camera (recorded.) I hit the button and got a 15 second clip. I am burying this clip in a much older post, lest the sight of a cock in the post without a mouth on or near it offends those, who like I have an irrational revulsion to such. I mean why is it fascinating to watch balls tighten then an explosion of all over a cum-slut's outstretched tongue and face, but by it self it seems, well, gay? I dunno, but the feeling is what it is.
The night before that we had had some conversations that may have violated some obscure vulgarity clause in F.C.C. regulations, I hadn't completed so there was some stored up potential energy and matter in the flow. It came out thicker and with slightly more volume than is typical for me.
I remember a sperm count test..the girl actually said to me "Is that all." I wasn't being tested for quantity, but quality. Feeling small I wanted to say, that maybe some got absorbed by the long length of their journey out. A surgery and siring 4 more kids since has convinced me that guys that brag about how they will flood you with copious quantities of cum might have more protein on offer, but a little dab will do you as it were, procreatively speaking.
I thought she had heard me when I told her, "...And now, SLEEP..". when I came. Evidently she did not realize I was 'done' so to speak. Tirelessly, she weaved a plot that had me involved in the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects to the story. She teased on as I dressed, pulled on boots, clomped down the 100 yard length of the hall, across the gravel over to the cyber cafe and uploaded the clip. She said later why didn't you stop me when you came. I explained that being aroused again as I walked was thoroughly enjoyable as was the tale itself. as she finished I had my ear speaker on its lowest setting and I hope she wasn't entertaining the troops as it were.
So I stripped; she talked; I came. I uploaded a clip.
A couple of days ago I send her some naughty pictures with me in a fedora, an open shirt, boots and a smile. I found that coordinating the self-timer with my somewhat camera-shy unit kind of difficult. Out of habit, I tensed my abdominal muscles even though I no longer have what could be described as a gut to suck in. I ended up with an odd goofy expression in most of the shots. I resolved to to better. On a friends blog, she mentioned that something about a man's pants down around his ankles, exposed and vulnerable excited her so I was thinking of taking a picture or video clip like that.
I was just so engaged in visual and physical acrobatics when my wife called. I explained what I was doing and mentioned that I wasn't getting the full attention and cooperation of the star of my production in that relatively cold room, and could she make like a fluffer, verbally.
She did an began some description of her time with the new dolphin vibe, and engaged in a little digital enhancement on her end which improved the sound quality by the moans her digits stroking her pussy elicited. I got a couple of video clips and thought I was close to er, drenching the camera at a couple of these 15 second clip intervals, but found that when ever I got into my left brain to set the camera, I'd have to begin the build-up mentally again. Physically the actor was on stage ready to perform, but he tends to like to give very long performances and isn't very good at fill in work and quick action stunts.
My wife shifted gears a bit and began to spin a lovely tale that featured some fictionalized version of some our online acquaintances. This encouraged me over to the twin bed in my small, spartan work-camp domicile. I kept the camera at hand and occasionally lazily shot a picture here a video clip there, but used a bit of the artistic right side of the brain. This didn't seem to cause the stop and start feeling of that tantalizingly delicious sequence of sensations that seems to build, and tickle, and constrict and engorge, and eventually release in a usually barely anticipated orgasms. "I was cleaning it and it went off!" always seemed an apt description to me.
This time, camera more or less ready, set to vid clip, aimed in the general direction, I watched fascinated as this time, with her melodic whispers and lush story caused me to as best I can describe it, spring a leak. I didn't feel quite the usually holding back then surging urgency. It was nice and gentle and building to a gentle pleasant liquid warmth. It was an amazing amount of pr-ejaculated, forming at the tip then gently tickling down the head, hanging on the ridge then racing down the shaft. I watched in the view screen amazed this was on the camera until I realized it was on the camera (screen) not in the camera (recorded.) I hit the button and got a 15 second clip. I am burying this clip in a much older post, lest the sight of a cock in the post without a mouth on or near it offends those, who like I have an irrational revulsion to such. I mean why is it fascinating to watch balls tighten then an explosion of all over a cum-slut's outstretched tongue and face, but by it self it seems, well, gay? I dunno, but the feeling is what it is.
The night before that we had had some conversations that may have violated some obscure vulgarity clause in F.C.C. regulations, I hadn't completed so there was some stored up potential energy and matter in the flow. It came out thicker and with slightly more volume than is typical for me.
I remember a sperm count test..the girl actually said to me "Is that all." I wasn't being tested for quantity, but quality. Feeling small I wanted to say, that maybe some got absorbed by the long length of their journey out. A surgery and siring 4 more kids since has convinced me that guys that brag about how they will flood you with copious quantities of cum might have more protein on offer, but a little dab will do you as it were, procreatively speaking.
I thought she had heard me when I told her, "...And now, SLEEP..". when I came. Evidently she did not realize I was 'done' so to speak. Tirelessly, she weaved a plot that had me involved in the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects to the story. She teased on as I dressed, pulled on boots, clomped down the 100 yard length of the hall, across the gravel over to the cyber cafe and uploaded the clip. She said later why didn't you stop me when you came. I explained that being aroused again as I walked was thoroughly enjoyable as was the tale itself. as she finished I had my ear speaker on its lowest setting and I hope she wasn't entertaining the troops as it were.
So I stripped; she talked; I came. I uploaded a clip.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Part-time Perving. -The Husband
I realized a few months ago that I didn't just need a part time job to make ends meet, I suddenly realized that I HAD a part-time job, I needed a full-time job, preferably with benefits. I located one that pays 10-20% of the approximate hourly rate I gross in my profession. It, however pays 2000% of the benefits. I have had none for nearly 8 years, and paid through the nose for health insurance for the 4 years before that. Suffice it to say, I have put my profession on the back-burner and have joined a large multi-national concern doing a blue collar job in a fairly high risk environment.
This job requires a 450 mile round trip, and will feature 7 contiguous 12 hour shifts once I complete training. Necessity dictates I live at the job site. It is a comfortable, but spartan barracks I live in now. It has an internet cafe, and a decent cafeteria. Small private rooms and communal baths.
I have found that pervy friends with full time jobs are harder to sync with when I have a full time job myself. I find I am hungry for emails in my box. and disappointed when there are none. The company blocks some sites that are clearly sexual in nature, but seems to ignore such content on blogs. Fortunately not only can I reach mt own, I can reach most of the blogs on my blog roll here, so far except Kinkerbelle and Atlanta Bondage. I miss the beautiful, kinky photography.
I have, in my boredom started a forth blog, the premise of which is what interests a 40 year old guy has in chatting with girls 1/2 his age, and more interestingly, why they would find the exchange worthwhile. I don't intend to link it here as its intended as a stand-alone blog.
Meanwhile, The Fellatio Artist has no cock to suck. Never fear though she is busying herself. Of the activities in my absence I am privy to, she is receiving increased email traffic from those willing to provide comfort to a week on week off widow, she is diligently testing a sex toy for Eden's fantasy, and has herself started a blog of her individual desires and pursuits sexually with likely a little more flare towards some creative license, then the straight real-life accounts here. There may well be some real life exploits there but she'll have the luxury of couching int in the mask of fiction if she chooses.
Together has been more difficult. She took some beautifully seductive photos today. We have had a few interesting telephonic exchanges, perhaps worthy of their own post here, and we have been naughtily flirtatious online.
I was updating a couple of the blogs as she gets the wee one to sleep and I am expecting my phone to ring anytime now for a repeat of this afternoon's delight.
This job requires a 450 mile round trip, and will feature 7 contiguous 12 hour shifts once I complete training. Necessity dictates I live at the job site. It is a comfortable, but spartan barracks I live in now. It has an internet cafe, and a decent cafeteria. Small private rooms and communal baths.
I have found that pervy friends with full time jobs are harder to sync with when I have a full time job myself. I find I am hungry for emails in my box. and disappointed when there are none. The company blocks some sites that are clearly sexual in nature, but seems to ignore such content on blogs. Fortunately not only can I reach mt own, I can reach most of the blogs on my blog roll here, so far except Kinkerbelle and Atlanta Bondage. I miss the beautiful, kinky photography.
I have, in my boredom started a forth blog, the premise of which is what interests a 40 year old guy has in chatting with girls 1/2 his age, and more interestingly, why they would find the exchange worthwhile. I don't intend to link it here as its intended as a stand-alone blog.
Meanwhile, The Fellatio Artist has no cock to suck. Never fear though she is busying herself. Of the activities in my absence I am privy to, she is receiving increased email traffic from those willing to provide comfort to a week on week off widow, she is diligently testing a sex toy for Eden's fantasy, and has herself started a blog of her individual desires and pursuits sexually with likely a little more flare towards some creative license, then the straight real-life accounts here. There may well be some real life exploits there but she'll have the luxury of couching int in the mask of fiction if she chooses.
Together has been more difficult. She took some beautifully seductive photos today. We have had a few interesting telephonic exchanges, perhaps worthy of their own post here, and we have been naughtily flirtatious online.
I was updating a couple of the blogs as she gets the wee one to sleep and I am expecting my phone to ring anytime now for a repeat of this afternoon's delight.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sugams 115
Aradia Ardor courtesy of My Fetish Diary.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #116? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.This Week’s Picks
Debauched nothings
“You promised me you’d give me your cock.”
“Inside the drawer are two pair of panties.”
Who gets to talk about sex?“I was thinking the other day about who gets to talk about sex and sexuality.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Cashback
More Sugasm
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
About Chantal, now…
CyberGirl goes beyond amazing
Lady Chatterley’s Ruf
My New York Indiscretion
Off on the right foot
Table Top
Tonia (Part 2)
The Train
Valentine.
Walking Home In Her Panties
Sex Humor
A joke
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Because.
Bragging rights and the name game
Circumcise Me
An Eco-Sexy New Year
I mean this in a caring way
A Time For Sex Ed Innocence
An unexpected sexy anniversary
The Way I Like It
Sex Work
Keeping It In The Family II
What Do You Look Like, Rose?
NSFW Pics & Videos
Aradia Ardor
The Cam Lover is lonely and needs rough sex with a new doll
Crystal Klein super hottie
Kyla Cole
Missy Nicole - I’m Bored
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Adult Entertainment Expo 2008
Dana DeArmond Submits To The Training Of O (Bondage, Forced Orgasms)
Fetish Fair Fleamarket recap
Harmony HotMovies Interview
Jamye Waxman Wants You to Find Your O Face
BDSM & Fetish
Effervescent
Flavours of Pain
Half-Nekkid Toe Licker
The houseboy’s rebellion
LA Story: the night I learned to f-u-c-k
Padme amidala: My history of blowjobs
Recovery
Sexy porn turns into a sexy mental fantasy
Spanked Her Off to Work. - The Husband
Trick or Treat
(The Worst?) Profile of the week
Friday, January 18, 2008
Fellatio Friday Again
Here is Fellatio Friday #4, your gateway to hot and spicy blowjob-related posts as submitted to The Fellatrix by their authors. To join the fun and contribute to Fellatio Friday #5, please read the Fellatio Friday participation instructions. Here are this week's submissions:
Mischief, by Dirty Thirties
My History of Blowjobs, by Padme here at The Fellatrix
Phallic thoughts and memories, in a possibly incoherent order, by Queenie at The diary of a Sex Kitten
Confessions: My First Blowjob, by Selena Kitt
The Morning Lick, Part II, by Dirty Debbie at Debbie's Dirty Little Diary
Work Time Fun, by Blowjob Babe at Stroke, Suck, Swallow
The Art of the Ambush Blowjob, by Hamlet at Hamlet & Lorali's Pornotopia
Slutty Slutty Wednesday Part I, by Slutty Wife at The Fabulous Adventures of a Slutty Wife
Hanna and Mr. Darcy, at Stick & Giggle
The last two are a two parter, and can be considered together for voting purposes:
"68" - The Wife, by The Fellatio Artist
"75" - The Husband, by The Geek
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Review of the Rider. -The Husband.
The Jollie Rider we won on AAG's blog came amazingly fast. Apparently these little beauties are manufactured not only in the U.S.A. but more to the point nearly in our backyard. I wanted to give my take on it from an, um, outside perspective:
I help her ease it in, didn't even bother with lube and she reported no discomfort. I pictured the little vibe button sticking out of her va-yay-yay to change the speed setting. She swallowed it whole. I didn't want to say anything that might worry her, make her tense up and removal any more difficult, but secretly I was a little worried about how one finds the little holes in the sides to extract it later, but I figured we'd cross that gap later.
Before it disappeared I did have the presence of mind to put it in and switch it on to high (three clicks.) She reported it felt "nice" not orgasmic but nice. I stroked her a little bit externally and she jumped a bit. I moved in for a closer look. Much closer.
She started to protest, having been ambushed at the door straight from work with a new toy and not having had time to ...well you know....women like to freshen up a bit before a date. with the first swipe of a tongue tip she seemed to absolutely forget she was about to protest.
She was arching up and clamping thighs around my ears, and moaning and humming. I have recently worked on a technique of gentle nibbles at just the right spot at just the right frequency and if I'm lucky I can get her to string together small orgasmic waves for several little ripples.
In this case it looked to me from the outside like she was 'riding' one continues wave.
She tried to explain the feeling to me later (and I'll let her speak for herself here) but the gist of it was the vibrations got her to a place where she felt she urgently needed me doing what I was doing.
Seems the ultimate couples toy if it intensifies the desire for what the partner is doing. We have a friend who is bashful about receiving and unlike my wife, not easily orgasmic. this sort of thing might be just the thing.
She continued to wear it and claimed it was not orgasmic in and of itself. I cheated and made a few lusty grabs in near public to instant orgasms. At one point she had her first orgasm from the toy alone, and then the anticipation of when and if it would hit unexpectedly again drove her to others.
I couldn't hear a thing through her jeans, but could easily feel the vibrations when I cupped her pussy with my hand. If you are as enamored as I am at putting foreign objects into a woman this thing will fascinate. Oh, and by the way apparently the extraction was no problem. I am curious how that is accomplished so I will have to watch that part of the process next time.
I help her ease it in, didn't even bother with lube and she reported no discomfort. I pictured the little vibe button sticking out of her va-yay-yay to change the speed setting. She swallowed it whole. I didn't want to say anything that might worry her, make her tense up and removal any more difficult, but secretly I was a little worried about how one finds the little holes in the sides to extract it later, but I figured we'd cross that gap later.
Before it disappeared I did have the presence of mind to put it in and switch it on to high (three clicks.) She reported it felt "nice" not orgasmic but nice. I stroked her a little bit externally and she jumped a bit. I moved in for a closer look. Much closer.
She started to protest, having been ambushed at the door straight from work with a new toy and not having had time to ...well you know....women like to freshen up a bit before a date. with the first swipe of a tongue tip she seemed to absolutely forget she was about to protest.
She was arching up and clamping thighs around my ears, and moaning and humming. I have recently worked on a technique of gentle nibbles at just the right spot at just the right frequency and if I'm lucky I can get her to string together small orgasmic waves for several little ripples.
In this case it looked to me from the outside like she was 'riding' one continues wave.
She tried to explain the feeling to me later (and I'll let her speak for herself here) but the gist of it was the vibrations got her to a place where she felt she urgently needed me doing what I was doing.
Seems the ultimate couples toy if it intensifies the desire for what the partner is doing. We have a friend who is bashful about receiving and unlike my wife, not easily orgasmic. this sort of thing might be just the thing.
She continued to wear it and claimed it was not orgasmic in and of itself. I cheated and made a few lusty grabs in near public to instant orgasms. At one point she had her first orgasm from the toy alone, and then the anticipation of when and if it would hit unexpectedly again drove her to others.
I couldn't hear a thing through her jeans, but could easily feel the vibrations when I cupped her pussy with my hand. If you are as enamored as I am at putting foreign objects into a woman this thing will fascinate. Oh, and by the way apparently the extraction was no problem. I am curious how that is accomplished so I will have to watch that part of the process next time.
Rider Arrival. - The Husband
So I was finishing up the previous entry and two things arrived.
First was an assignment notification in our email from Eden's It should be here in a few days.
Next was a big brown truck with a modest plain looking box. Inside was a purple lumpy kidney shaped item. The engineer part of me had to check it out I found it has a little removable bullet vibe with watch style lithium ion batteries. Removing the battery safe strip I found that it has three settings. buzz, Buzz, and BUZZZZZZZ. I think she's going to like BUZZZZZZZZZ. I need an actual vagina to stuff this thing in for the next phase of product testing.
I called her to tell her its here already. She is excited to try it. She pouts that I'll probably take it away from her and hide it. Not a bad idea, that. ~evil grin~
First was an assignment notification in our email from Eden's It should be here in a few days.
Next was a big brown truck with a modest plain looking box. Inside was a purple lumpy kidney shaped item. The engineer part of me had to check it out I found it has a little removable bullet vibe with watch style lithium ion batteries. Removing the battery safe strip I found that it has three settings. buzz, Buzz, and BUZZZZZZZ. I think she's going to like BUZZZZZZZZZ. I need an actual vagina to stuff this thing in for the next phase of product testing.
I called her to tell her its here already. She is excited to try it. She pouts that I'll probably take it away from her and hide it. Not a bad idea, that. ~evil grin~
Reunited and it Feels So Good.. -The Husband
...I picture Peaches and Herb playing in the background....
Mr. Wiggles has been M.I.A. in our messy bedroom for at least a couple of weeks.
As high praise of my recently acquired advanced cunnilingus technique, she reports that she hasn't been as desperate to find him as she might have been.
Still, she complains it would be nice to have him, especially as my new job is going to take me out of town for a week at a time. She mentioned it last the other night when I went to sleep owing her one.
Yesterday, we got an email from Eden's Fantasy approving our writing sample and putting us on the list to review some adult toys. Dildos and vibes, and plugs, oh, my! We have grabbed our first toy from them and pending approval, we shall be working on vibrantly reviewing it.
The cavalcade of toys doesn't stop there friends. Oh, no! I have greedily put in for every piece of kinky swag that she offers in her occasional contests on Always Aroused Girl's blog. Recently, we won! We are waiting for a Jollie Rider that looks QUITE entertaining.
So toys have been on our minds lately, not that the finger's tongues and penis or in anyway out of commission. A couple of toys are in for repairs, another is kind of anemically buzzing and most suitable for stretching exercises, and then there is the matter of the A.W.O.L. Mr. Wiggles.
After the afore mentioned spanky send off earlier that day, I had in mind a little pleasure with her pain. I often have her masturbate while I administer some not at all deserved but very much appreciated form of corporal punishment. I had in mind a spanking whilst she teased next to her clit with the little powerful buzzer.
I tackled the overdue job of emptying the wooden cradle that has become a catch-all next to the bed. No Mr. Wiggles.
Removed a couple of bags of empty Diet Dr. Pepper bottles from under the bed, no luck. I reached under a ledge on the nightstand and didn't see it. As I was raking the debris in to a pile with my fingers I felt it's hard plastic shell. It was smaller than I remember. My member TOWER over the little guy. Thats why he's strictly in charge of external play leaving the inside jobs to my cock.
She reached for it but I pocketed it, telling her she was going to have to earn her little reunion. Without any hesitation she called one of the older kids up to take the wee one to give us some alone time.
I recorded the moment for posterity as she stripped and gently lowered him to her pussy. The instant it touched she arched up off the bed. It was indeed a joyous reunion.
We had been looking through Eden's Fantasy's extensive Catalog and saw a flogger that looked interesting. Every the scrounge and fabricator, I made do with several doubled strands of soft stretchy jump rope. From the sound it made I worried that it was too much, she looked over with a hungry look that begged, more! So I obliged.
I also made use of a foam flip-flop and got a nice red hue on her bottom.
All in all , a good time was had by the three of us.
Mr. Wiggles has been M.I.A. in our messy bedroom for at least a couple of weeks.
As high praise of my recently acquired advanced cunnilingus technique, she reports that she hasn't been as desperate to find him as she might have been.
Still, she complains it would be nice to have him, especially as my new job is going to take me out of town for a week at a time. She mentioned it last the other night when I went to sleep owing her one.
Yesterday, we got an email from Eden's Fantasy approving our writing sample and putting us on the list to review some adult toys. Dildos and vibes, and plugs, oh, my! We have grabbed our first toy from them and pending approval, we shall be working on vibrantly reviewing it.
The cavalcade of toys doesn't stop there friends. Oh, no! I have greedily put in for every piece of kinky swag that she offers in her occasional contests on Always Aroused Girl's blog. Recently, we won! We are waiting for a Jollie Rider that looks QUITE entertaining.
So toys have been on our minds lately, not that the finger's tongues and penis or in anyway out of commission. A couple of toys are in for repairs, another is kind of anemically buzzing and most suitable for stretching exercises, and then there is the matter of the A.W.O.L. Mr. Wiggles.
After the afore mentioned spanky send off earlier that day, I had in mind a little pleasure with her pain. I often have her masturbate while I administer some not at all deserved but very much appreciated form of corporal punishment. I had in mind a spanking whilst she teased next to her clit with the little powerful buzzer.
I tackled the overdue job of emptying the wooden cradle that has become a catch-all next to the bed. No Mr. Wiggles.
Removed a couple of bags of empty Diet Dr. Pepper bottles from under the bed, no luck. I reached under a ledge on the nightstand and didn't see it. As I was raking the debris in to a pile with my fingers I felt it's hard plastic shell. It was smaller than I remember. My member TOWER over the little guy. Thats why he's strictly in charge of external play leaving the inside jobs to my cock.
She reached for it but I pocketed it, telling her she was going to have to earn her little reunion. Without any hesitation she called one of the older kids up to take the wee one to give us some alone time.
I recorded the moment for posterity as she stripped and gently lowered him to her pussy. The instant it touched she arched up off the bed. It was indeed a joyous reunion.
We had been looking through Eden's Fantasy's extensive Catalog and saw a flogger that looked interesting. Every the scrounge and fabricator, I made do with several doubled strands of soft stretchy jump rope. From the sound it made I worried that it was too much, she looked over with a hungry look that begged, more! So I obliged.
I also made use of a foam flip-flop and got a nice red hue on her bottom.
All in all , a good time was had by the three of us.
Spanked Her Off to Work. - The Husband
As she gathered her purse, keys and such after a late lunch break, I noticed her ass was looking good in the size * jeans she borrowed from me. I intended to give her a little playful swat, it went a little harder than playful, a little lighter than sexual.
She gave a a barely audible moan of pleasure and steadied herself against the filing cabinet.
I took that as an invitation. I have her about 5 more swats in a deliberate, calculated fashion. A bit of a pause between.
Hard enough to sting my hand.
She smiled her thanks and started to head out the door again, then paused.
"Wait." she said, puzzled.
Reaching into her pants she said in surprise. "I am really, really wet!"
I reached in and confirmed her assessment. I lingered a little longer than necessary, and she left with a post orgasmic smile on her face.
She gave a a barely audible moan of pleasure and steadied herself against the filing cabinet.
I took that as an invitation. I have her about 5 more swats in a deliberate, calculated fashion. A bit of a pause between.
Hard enough to sting my hand.
She smiled her thanks and started to head out the door again, then paused.
"Wait." she said, puzzled.
Reaching into her pants she said in surprise. "I am really, really wet!"
I reached in and confirmed her assessment. I lingered a little longer than necessary, and she left with a post orgasmic smile on her face.
Monday, January 14, 2008
"75" -The Husband
I didn't do a very good job on my whole "orgasm denial" project. There was some bondage involved tough so I accomplished 1/2 my goals.
I initially got a bit distracted because a friend got her webcam up and running and I persuaded the wife to join me in watching. She, always more the participant than a spectator in most sports, gamely knelt before my horribly uncomfortable office chair and began some really devoted cock worshiping. The lighting was poor, the kids and or the cats kept stirring form upstairs, and there was the whole fellatee as director cum camera man cum key grip multitasking distraction. Wifey is going to be headed off to work in the morning with what she calls "cock ridge" on the back of her lips.
When the friend had to leave due to distractions on her end we had already moved on to desk-top fucking and I couldn't really see denying her any orgasms given her yeoman's work on her knees not to mention leaving her hanging the night before.
We decided to retire upstairs for some actual privacy as well as a more comfortable environ. Well, more comfortable for me anyway. After I located a broomstick and some duct tape she seemed decidedly uncomfortable. She does not believe that I can in fact engineer a solution that in fact foes immobilize her in such a way that she cannot reach orgasm with out my assistance. I did assist to, several times. I'm not going to go so far as to say she owes me ( like what? 6?) but I think were fairly even now. I figure 68+6=75
I initially got a bit distracted because a friend got her webcam up and running and I persuaded the wife to join me in watching. She, always more the participant than a spectator in most sports, gamely knelt before my horribly uncomfortable office chair and began some really devoted cock worshiping. The lighting was poor, the kids and or the cats kept stirring form upstairs, and there was the whole fellatee as director cum camera man cum key grip multitasking distraction. Wifey is going to be headed off to work in the morning with what she calls "cock ridge" on the back of her lips.
When the friend had to leave due to distractions on her end we had already moved on to desk-top fucking and I couldn't really see denying her any orgasms given her yeoman's work on her knees not to mention leaving her hanging the night before.
We decided to retire upstairs for some actual privacy as well as a more comfortable environ. Well, more comfortable for me anyway. After I located a broomstick and some duct tape she seemed decidedly uncomfortable. She does not believe that I can in fact engineer a solution that in fact foes immobilize her in such a way that she cannot reach orgasm with out my assistance. I did assist to, several times. I'm not going to go so far as to say she owes me ( like what? 6?) but I think were fairly even now. I figure 68+6=75
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tied and Denied. - The Husband
A very good bisexual friend of both of ours has given me a few tips on the finer points of pussy worship. This woman began her sexual exploration with girls and was very intent on learning all she could about what brought pleasure to her partner.
One of the most useful things she taught me is that if a woman comes too hard too soon, everything gets sensitive and you can't continue as vigorously after that. Backing off a little just before orgasm lets them ride the wave in quieter, but more fulfilling bliss.
I tried it once and Wifey screamed "That's MEAN!" as I pulled away, Within an amazingly short time though I had through gentle nibbles and licks and pauses got her right on the knives edge and riding a very long orgasmic wave. Since then I have figured out how to just reach that place without backing off so far that you could even call it orgasm denial.
Today Wifey came up behind me as I was chatting with our bi friend. We were discussing how easily orgasmic my wife is and how that hardly seems fair in the cosmic scope of things as the friend and I seem to have to really work for our orgasms. I was saying I should tie her up and make her NOT cum. Wife just laughed, grabbed the seam of her jeans, rode it for less than 10 seconds and let out a sigh as she reached yet another orgasm.
She has learned a new BDSM word that delights her. S.A.M. for Smart Ass Masochist. She delights in the apt term. I don't take my capital D domme role that seriously either. As she says "If you can't laugh while he's all serious spanking your ass, what fun is it?"
When I pointed out that she is really asking for it, she says, "Promises, promises." perhaps a not-too-veiled reference to last night? She went on to assure me that no mater how I tie her up, she can still in some way writhe and wriggle out an orgasm. SHe has no idea the engineering I have in mind to remove all sensational possibilities from her flirty little pussy.
I'll let you know how it goes...
One of the most useful things she taught me is that if a woman comes too hard too soon, everything gets sensitive and you can't continue as vigorously after that. Backing off a little just before orgasm lets them ride the wave in quieter, but more fulfilling bliss.
I tried it once and Wifey screamed "That's MEAN!" as I pulled away, Within an amazingly short time though I had through gentle nibbles and licks and pauses got her right on the knives edge and riding a very long orgasmic wave. Since then I have figured out how to just reach that place without backing off so far that you could even call it orgasm denial.
Today Wifey came up behind me as I was chatting with our bi friend. We were discussing how easily orgasmic my wife is and how that hardly seems fair in the cosmic scope of things as the friend and I seem to have to really work for our orgasms. I was saying I should tie her up and make her NOT cum. Wife just laughed, grabbed the seam of her jeans, rode it for less than 10 seconds and let out a sigh as she reached yet another orgasm.
She has learned a new BDSM word that delights her. S.A.M. for Smart Ass Masochist. She delights in the apt term. I don't take my capital D domme role that seriously either. As she says "If you can't laugh while he's all serious spanking your ass, what fun is it?"
When I pointed out that she is really asking for it, she says, "Promises, promises." perhaps a not-too-veiled reference to last night? She went on to assure me that no mater how I tie her up, she can still in some way writhe and wriggle out an orgasm. SHe has no idea the engineering I have in mind to remove all sensational possibilities from her flirty little pussy.
I'll let you know how it goes...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Negotiating a Sexual and Emotional Minefield. -The Husband
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Third Weekly Fellatio Friday
Here is Fellatio Friday #3, your gateway to hot and spicy blowjob-related posts as submitted to The Fellatrix by their authors. To join the fun and contribute to Fellatio Friday #4, please read the Fellatio Friday participation instructions. Here are this week's submissions:
And Zizz says, by Zizz at Verticaldancer
Sucking Rob, by Rex Romeo at Adventures in Erotica (this is my first M/M submission; scroll down to Jun 11th on his blog, 2007 to find and read it).
Highway Blowjob, at another new blog, MyNawyExploits
Sucking Master Anakin's Cock, by Padme at Journey to the Darkside
Oral Fixation, by Selena Kitt
The Schwanns Man Delivers, by Slutty Wife at The Fabulous Adventures of a Slutty Wife
Blowing His Mind, by jrm at My Husband's Slut
Afternoon Delight - The Wife, by The Fellatio Artist at Full Contact Monogamy
Please go to the Fellatrix and vote for your favorite authors!
Pharmacological Dissertation. -The Geek
Not to belabor the point but I spent years on Prozac, and it resulted in a lot of frustration when you have an easily orgasmic, cum-slut wife, and you can fuck like a stallion, but not show her the slippery, shiny, stringy proof.
For the last eight months, I've happily allowed my serotonin re-uptake to happen as my own body decides, without the chemical inhibitor. This makes orgasm possible again. Sometimes even multiple times daily, but I don't believe I'll ever come close to the two year anniversary benchmark of eleven ejaculations in a 24 hour period. ELEVEN!
The first time I noticed this "side effect" nonchalantly described in Eli Lilly's insert as "various sexual side effects" wasn't sexual at all. I was on the treadmill at the gym. I had run for 20-25 minutes and wasn't feeling the horizon approaching of a runner's high. 35 minutes, then 40, 45...nothing. I sprinted the equivalent of 200 yards at the end, red-faced sweating, pulse throbbing in my temples. Nothing.
So, re-aligning my brain chemistry to a natural state and balance is a pretty big deal for me.
For the last eight months, I've happily allowed my serotonin re-uptake to happen as my own body decides, without the chemical inhibitor. This makes orgasm possible again. Sometimes even multiple times daily, but I don't believe I'll ever come close to the two year anniversary benchmark of eleven ejaculations in a 24 hour period. ELEVEN!
The first time I noticed this "side effect" nonchalantly described in Eli Lilly's insert as "various sexual side effects" wasn't sexual at all. I was on the treadmill at the gym. I had run for 20-25 minutes and wasn't feeling the horizon approaching of a runner's high. 35 minutes, then 40, 45...nothing. I sprinted the equivalent of 200 yards at the end, red-faced sweating, pulse throbbing in my temples. Nothing.
So, re-aligning my brain chemistry to a natural state and balance is a pretty big deal for me.
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