The stress level these past couple of weeks has been usually high. It always seems that when one of us is leaving town that we start bickering more. A lot more. This is another one of ‘those’ instances.
Last night I kind of expected a little more affection. I came home and she was sitting watching TV – the cursed device that has driven a wedge into our relationship. I will admit that she asked me to sit down and watch it with her, so maybe I’m missing the point. It was a stupid show anyway. I went to the kids and they were more interested in playing computer games than spending time with me.
I had enough and just went to bed instead. No sense in staying awake to be ignored.
She woke me up getting into bed so I held out a glimmer that she would roll over towards me and initiate something on the eve of her being gone for two weeks. No luck.
I woke up a little before her this morning. I couldn’t tell if she was going to sleep later or wake up with me. The smell of overnight alcohol being sweat out filled our room. The rising temperature of the sun beating through the windows was not helping. Once she started stirring she rolled towards me and in a fell swoop – had her top off! Maybe it was going to be a good morning afterall….
Some times, especially lately, I can sort of tell how things are going to be. I need more communication as to why it occurs but sometimes she won’t kiss me. That’s how this day started out. Maybe it’s morning breath? Maybe she’s still partially asleep? Maybe it’s something else? I would like to know.
The room was definately heating up – more sun and now our bodies pushing on eachother. She was not interested in my kissing her mouth – just her body. I was not opposed to this, but sometimes I can get the most amazing hard-on from kissing. It wasn’t going to happen today. I took wonderful advantage of being able to kiss and rub her arms, neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach. Eventually I entered her from on top. She still would not let me kiss her mouth and would not open her eyes. I’m thinking it was the partial asleep excuse. We had a good rhythm but it just was not working for me. I felt no closeness. No love. Hell… I felt nothing other than the physical thrusting that was going on. It wasn’t even that exciting.
We synchronized our motions and I could tell that she was close. During morning where the kids are around, she purposely muffles her happiness – to the point that I often have to ask if she made it. She did.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol odor, the lack of eye contact, or the lack of kissing – but I was not getting off on this. I just wanted it to be over at this point. I eventually tired of trying to make it more exciting and she wasn’t receptive that anything had not happened yet.
I don’t know how that works because several things happen when I come: my penis throbs, my body stiffens up momentarily, I tend to say/force some kind of sound – oh yeah, a fluid comes out of me! Again, I’m not saying that I understand anything but I would think that she could tell that – at the very least – she was not the recepticle for any fluids from me.
I rolled off of her and tried to see if she was more receptive to some other playing. Normally after I come, my penis loses the severity of it’s hardness. I was still hard and under other circumstances, more than able to continue. This morning – it wasn’t going any further.
She layed next to me for a bit longer, her hand brushed against my still hard cock but seemed checked out of the whole encounter. She put her clothes back on and got out of bed.
The rest of the day just went to hell from there. Everyone is fighting. Not doing what they are supposed to. Not getting ready to leave. I just want everyone to leave. I am so looking forward to this…
I came back from out of town and spent a long, heavy, day of yard work. She was very happy with the work and was hinting towards some bedroom action. I was tired and my back was hurting in a bad way. Sadly, she had started with a beer with dinner and graduated to wine shortly thereafter. I tried to keep interested but it soon progressed to sloppy drunk and was not going to be worth the effort. She passeed out/went to bed hinting that I should come join her. I peeked in and she was snoring. When I went to bed, she looked great. The morning would be better.
I woke up before her again and started kissing her. I could tell she was a bit woosy from the night before and she tried using the excuse that she thought the kids were awake. I assured her that they were not. Then she tried saying that she didn’t want to be ‘dripping’ all day. I countered that I would pull out if it made it any easier for her. I was desperate.
She took her shorts off and I spooned up behind her. She started rubbing me and was kissing the back of her neck. She inserted my penis inside her from behind and we were screwing. There’s a mirror on her side of the bed and her expression was a mix of semi-excitement and looking like she was going to hurl. It kind of was killing the mood for me as well. I moved a bit more so that I was on top – but still behind her so I didn’t have to look at the expression in the mirror. She started getting more into what we were doing. She said it was okay to cum inside her – she would deal with it. For a brief moment, I thought there would be a chance for some mutual happiness. I was wrong.
We have a very busy weekend planned, I asked her if she was up for some more fun. She didn’t cockblock me like she would normally do. Maybe there’s hope?
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Life around the ol’ homestead has been frustrating at best. We’re not speaking. We don’t communicate ANYTHING. It kind of puts a damper on anything sexually related as well.
Saturday was more of the same.
Sunday I surprised her by kissing her non-stop for no apparent reason. At first she was annoyed. Then happy. And then kind of okay with all of that. In passing through the house I reminded her that tonight was her last chance at an orgasm for over a week – I was going out of town. She said something playfully and I could tell that we were on!
As the day progressed, I made the mistake of sharing a fruity-malt-type liquor thing with her – she had said that she had already had one. Hmmmmmm.
While cooking, she opened a new bottle of wine. By the time we set down for dinner – there was less than a half glass left in the bottle. She was in her ‘playful’ drunk mood. It did not bode well for later in the evening as she soon gets tired and then uncaring. I tried to play my cards to seduce her into the bedroom early – but was cockblocked by the kids still being awake.
She warned me that she wasn’t ’sure’ she could stay awake for me. I had halfway resigned and admitted defeat as she turned off her light. I tried to get the kids to sleep – even bribing was on the table. It was not working.
I went into the room on her side of the bed and started rubbing her butt and thighs while kissing her shoulder, neck and ear. I told her that it was her night and that I would just stay on the side of the bed – giving her a ‘VERY personal’ massage. She tried to use the kids as an excuse again and I quickly thought of that everything would be under the sheets for her. If someone came in, they would be none the wiser.She still wavered on the whole thing but I was unrelenting. I started giving her a massage with the sheet on top of her. First her neck and shoulders, down her back, her ass, thighs, calves and feet. I spent about 20 minutes on her feet – not because she was enjoying it – but because the kids were still not asleep. The kids finally turned their lights out and were quiet. I knew they were still not quite asleep and that I still needed to keep her in some level of awareness.
I slowly moved the massage to under the sheets, still while kneeling on the side of the bed. My hands roamed her back and one hand found the crease between your legs. There was a lack of moistness that was disturbing as it could either be the alcohol or the lack of interest. I was betting on the former. I licked my finger to be able to probe for some moistness and finally found some. Her interest level was still not up to my par so I turned her over.
Her interest level was still not up to par so I moved her onto her back and situated her legs so that they were slightly parted so that my fingers had good access. She acted more awake and propped herself on her elbows. This gave my mouth wonderful access to her breasts and my right hand was attempting to get the lower half into sync with me. We were kissing passionately which was getting me very excited as well.
I insisted that tonight was ‘her’ night and that it was her turn to come. She half-heartedly denied needing anything – but continued playing for me. She was begging me to go down on her and I was denying her the pleasure. I told her that she had to be patient if she wanted my penis. She seemed distressed at having to wait. She laid down perpendicular to the edge of the bed and was waiting for my tongue. I climbed up on top of her and told her that she had to wait for the penis – or would she? I slipped inside her and started really getting into the sex. She commented that I would cum to quickly and I told her that it was impossible as she had to come first tonight. I teased her by starting to go down on her but then playfully humping her instead. I felt like she was getting into it a bit more and moved down to her waiting pussy. It was literally dripping wet. Her taste was sweet and clean – something that I had missed in the past 30 days. We were still attempting to stay as quiet as possible as we couldn’t be for sure that the kids were asleep.
In what seemed like not time at all – she was biting down on the comforter while her body bucked with excitement. She tried to get me to stop but I was enjoying the additional flavors and feelings. I relented and kissed my way out of her, along her thigh, to her hip and up between her breasts. She was already taking my pants down and using her feet to get them all the way off. We fucked hard. The night was warm and we were drenched in sweat. Tasting her sweat while kissing her next and forehead almost seemed unnatural. She maneuvered her leg up over my shoulder allowing me to penetrate deeper with each thrust. She was controlling where I was hitting her and our breathing was accelerated almost in unison. We exploded together and stayed connected while the fever we had created slowly subsided.
I rolled off of her and got her pajamas for her. We lay together for a few minutes before she was asleep.
I leave for a week and then we have plans this coming weekend for mother’s day. I bet this will be the last sex we have until the end of the month – but then she leaves….
Moments like this are comparable to that ‘last sex’ that you want to have. If something were to happen – be it an accident, a fight, divorce, or even death. This is the kind of lovemaking you want to be that ‘last’ time. You both are happy and content – and for us – for the moment all is well.
It’s a Friday night. The weekend. Your period ended early in the week. Chances are pretty good that we’re going to have sex. I get home and the proverbial shit hits the fan. Obviously nothing I am doing is making you happy and you are quite vocal about that. Between us fighting, the kids fighting – not looking like a good night.
I go to the office and try to work on some bills and you stay watching tv and drinking more wine. When it’s time for bed, the kids are surprisingly sleepy and go to bed almost on time. I try asking you about your day, the weekend plans, etc – because I really would like to know what’s going on in your life. You don’t say anything of value and say it’s time for sleep. You pretty much demand that I come to bed with you anyway. I’m thinking that angry, drunk sex is better than none at all. I made a round though the house making sure everything is locked and come back to bed. I strip down and crawl up next to you. The smell of booze that is oozing from your pores is not exactly a turn-on. I hold onto your hands and….
And…. you’re out. Out like a light. There are times when you are like this that I honestly feel like I should take advantage of the situation. I don’t necessarily mean forced sex – but a little bit of humiliation could be justified to show how out of it you are. I think of masturbating into your face and hair. Maybe just over your top. Something that would still be there in the morning and would maybe make you realize that there’s a problem here. I think about this but decide it’s not proper. What if the kids saw you first?
I go back to the office, turn on the computer and finish some work.
When I went back to the room to go to sleep – opening the door brought a brand new definition of stench to mind. I felt that if I lit a match – the whole room would explode from the fumes. I crawled into bed and tried to stay as far on my side of the bed as I could.
The morning came and I woke before you did. The smell was not as bad and the heat from the sun shining into our windows make it warm enough that you had kicked the covers off. You were wearing a slightly sheer cotton top. Looking at you sleeping, looking kind of cute made me happy that I didn’t follow through with my idea from last night. You started stirring and moved up into you to say good morning. You were surprisingly happy for what I had expected to be a headachy morning for you. You were also usually friendly so early and quickly had my shorts off. I was starting to get very hard while you stripped out of your night clothes. Your breath was atrocious – but you wouldn’t let me kiss you – I think you knew. You pushed my kissing lips down to your chest and I happily stroked and kissed you. While I was busy doing that your hand found my penis and directed it inside you. You were slightly moist, but as always, I could tell that this was going to be another one of ‘those’ encounters where you were not into it as much as I was. Again, it’s better than nothing so I rolled you on top of me.
I was hoping that this would allow you to control the excitement level for yourself a bit more. I really should have reached over for some lubrication from your drawer. Oh right. You moved it out of the drawer for some stupid reason. Having you on top gave me wonderful access to your chest. I concentrated less on my penis and a whole lot on your nipples and that perfect spot between your breasts for my face. For a brief minute I realized that there was a chance that you would come as well. I thought a bit too much about it and came. I tried to stay inside of you and when you rolled off of me I tried to get you back into the groove with my finger. You used the excuse that our daughter was the door. She wasn’t.
I attempted to keep you in the bed so that we could talk more about the weekend – you were pretty adamant about getting out of bed.
I tried talking about last night – you denied that you had been drinking so much and you were ‘just tired’.
I really wish we could have a discussion about this.
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I return home from a trip and find the driveway empty. My obvious thought is that they all went out to eat without me. There’s a note on the door that says “Be Right Back” in my child’s handwriting.
Her car pulls up and she’s alone. Both kids have sleepovers and it’s just the two of us. This is a big surprise as she hasn’t planned anything for us since December of 2006.
She had brought me some dinner so she wouldn’t have to cook and we wouldn’t have to clean up after it. I asked what she had in mind for the evening and she said she wanted to watch a movie. With children we pretty much only watch G and PG rated movies any longer. She wanted to to be able to make love and maybe she would even be in the mood for some porn. Wow! You could have knocked me over with a feather at this news.
The problem was, and it just became more evident as the evening progressed. She had been drinking. She started slurring a bit and had no concentration. I don’t know how much she had already had. She poured us each a glass of wine. I had asked her to pick some R-Rated – non-child movies to watch and she immediately started looking for some porn. Good ol’ Cinemax (Skinamax) didn’t start up until 9pm and it was only 7pm. I reminded her of our old stash of 90’s porn and she reluctantly chose one that she did not remember. It was a dubbed European title that I did not even remember watching. We couldn’t get past five minutes of it. The dubbing was poor and the basic plot was just fucking. She likes things with a ’story’. She chose a different one and that was fine. She had refilled her glass of wine and had stripped down. She left her bra on – ‘because it was pretty’. We watched the first part of the movie while our hands roamed each other’s bodies and kissed each other while the other watched. She started rubbing my penis through my boxers. Soon enough she was backing herself up to me and let me penetrate her from behind while we were spooned together. I pulled myself from her extreme moistness and went down on her. I asked her to tell me what was happening on the TV while I licked her with fervor. The couple was screwing on the bed while a maid was watching and playing with herself. I asked her to give me details while I was licking her. She complied and wanted me in her. I denied that request and continued licking until she stopped narrating the movie and she concentrated on herself. Soon she had come and my chin and cheeks were wet with her happiness. I climbed on top and was soon ready to cum. She started licking my nipples and that was it – I was done.
I rolled off of her and we returned to watching the movie. It was an orgy scene now and I continued to play with her breasts. Her hand found my cock again and she started stroking it with vigor. Too much vigor. Friction burns hurt no matter what is used to help lube it up. It was still moist from our playing but I’ve been at this point before. She wants more and if I’m not up to the occasion she takes it out on my penis. This is the alcohol taking control of the situation. I should just walk away from it but we’re back on the ’scheduled sex’ schedule so I know it’s going to be another week. I pull far enough out of her reach and continue licking her nipples and trying to get her to come again with my fingers.
Again, after a certain point of alcohol – it won’t happen. I’ve been here too many times before. My penis is ready for round two and I roll her on top of me. At this point, my penis hurts from being rubbed too hard and the act is pretty much not so enjoyable any longer. I know that she won’t orgasm – even being on top and controlling where I am hitting her. I can tell it’s frustrating her and I try to talk her into pleasuring herself while I’m in her. She tries but again, I can tell it won’t be happening for her. I get to the point that I’m ready to cum again and ask if she wants me to cum inside her. She is so frustrated with me that she doesn’t answer. I cum and she sort of rolls off of me.
In about four minutes she’s snoring. While she’s laying there passed out I reflect on the whole thing. The sad reality is that if I want sex – I have to put up with the alcohol. As a sober person she rarely wants anything to do with me. Is that a problem with me to her? Does she feel she has to be drunk to have sex? I have lost about 30 pounds, maybe could loose another ten – but I hardly feel ugly enough to think she’s got to be drunk. Maybe it’s what she uses to lower her inhibitions? That’s kind of scary because then I worry about what happens if she’s been drinking and I’m not around? Pizza boy? Man at a bar? Neighbors? That’s not healthy for me to think about. While pondering these crazy questions I finish my wine. And hers. Hell, might as well finish the bottle. I did.
I watched a violent movie that I could never watch with the kids in the house. Domino. Stupid movie. But it has Keira Knightley and she’s easy on the eyes. She’s of that age that I don’t feel comfortable seeing her naked – kind of dirty.
She’s still out by the end of the movie. I try covering her up but she wakes up. She stumbles to our bed and is snoring within 30 seconds. At this point I decide that I’m going to clean up all evidence of our evening and see what she says in the morning. This is the alcohol thinking in ME. I want to see what she says. I put up all the videos, the hide-a-bed, wash the sheets – everything is put away and cleaned. In my feeble little mind I justify this action as I wonder if she will have any memories.
We’ll see in the morning. My dick hurts.
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I tried for the early morning, wake-up sex. You weren’t having it.
It felt good to just cuddle with you and talk anyway – almost an hour passed!
After working in the yard all day – we both needed a shower. I offered, you conceded – and we were in the shower together. After a quick rinse of our bodies, you started kissing my chest and neck. Something came ‘up’ and you were quick to start rubbing my cock and my balls. Your back was against the wall and I had spread my legs so that I was lower than you. Not only did I have great access to your breasts – you had great access to my dick. I turned you around and entered you from behind. The feeling was great – almost light-headed – a mix of the ecstasy, the warm shower, and the blood rushing to other parts of my body. It just didn’t feel ‘right’. You had your arms up on the shower wall. I tried to get you to play with yourself so that you could enjoy the shower as well. You opted not to. I tried reaching around to you myself but the rocking motion wasn’t conducive to my playing with you. Again, it just wasn’t right. You kept asking what I wanted but nothing was doing it.
I asked you to get down on your knees and to let me cum on your chest. Together we stroked my penis and balls until I was cumming all over your chest. I am always amazed how much can still come out after just having sex so recently. I played with it on your body as we washed it off. It’s funny how it reacts in hot water – parts glob up and stick to any stray hair. Anything that doesn’t go down the drain is just asking to be slipped on while getting out!
We toweled each other off and I asked if we could finish this day with you on top. Again, you said ‘yes’.
The night ended with you going to bed and complaining that you were sunburned. I’ll try again in the morning…
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After almost two weeks of my just have an affair with my hand – I spent all day today wavering between flat out demanding sex from my wife or just holding out until she finally does something to show that she cares. The first satisfies the immediate need, the second causes me more frustration.
When I came home, I noticed that she was already a glass into a bottle of wine. My mind raced through the options and the best plan of attack was to have a glass as well. I was home almost an hour before she even noticed – a sad state of being anyway. When I walked into the office I was holding my wine in my hand and had unzipped my pants and brought my penis out. She never noticed either one – kept playing her game. Not until I actually placed my slowly, getting erect penis on her arm did she say anything. She giggled and wanted to know how long I had been home – I pointed to my penis and said ‘that long’. She didn’t touch, initiate, or otherwise acknowledge me or my penis. I went out of the room and stripped down to nothing but my shirt and came back into the room with a very erect penis. I informed her that the kids were watching a movie and she had her option of now or later – but if she chose later – she could not use ‘I’m Sleepy’ as an excuse. She said that she was already tired and that if I insisted – now would be the time.
We went into the bedroom and I stripped her of her clothes – I stayed in my shirt only. I sat down on the bed and kissed and fondled her breasts. With her between my legs and busy with her top half, she maneuvered the tip of my penis inside her. I played with her chest for a while and eventually she climbed on top of me. She grinded into me while I continued to play her breasts and nipples. I stood up, while still inside and relocated her on her back on the edge of the bed. She was so wet that I kept slipping out.
I insisted on going down – something that she tried to stop. I wasn’t having any of that. She kept being worried about the kids leaving their movie – even the thought of which usually distracts her from the process at hand. I had to ask her to concentrate as I wasn’t stopping until she came. She ended up covering her eyes and ears with her hands while I worked hard down below. Her stomach started to contract more in rhythm with my licking and I knew she was close. Her hands were still on her head and she was having a hard time keeping her excitement in. She started cumming and tried to get me to stop. I continued to keep her hands away from pushing me away and continued licking.
When I stopped, my face was wet with her wetness. I moved up so that I could enter her. She was at that point where she has no control over anything. I always feel that I could do anything to her right after her orgasm as she is at a point of extreme excitement and lack of bodily control. While fucking on the edge of the bed I continued to lick my lips and around my mouth to continue to taste her remaining moistness. We synced our motions and I came with a the knowing excitement that only comes from being inside her. It sure beat masturbation!
Afterwards we talked while we dressed and I reminded her again for a reason why we go so long in between sessions? She didn’t have an answer.
I suggested that we continue this all weekend and she smiled and said that the probability was ‘good’. I will try again in the morning!
So after the mostly unsatisfying sex yesterday – I was petitioning hard for a second chance. It’s been a long time since she’s orgasmed and I tend to take that a bit personally. Hell, I go crazy if I don’t get that release – I imagine it’s fairly the same for her.
Not only did I get a ‘no’ – I got a ‘hell no’. She is getting ready to start her cycle so there was going to be no chance of me licking her to happiness – let alone any sex involved.
I even tried guilt-tripping (I am good at that, but she’s known me long enough to not fall for it anymore) in that I was leaving town and she would feel bad if I died on the trip. It was worth a try.
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So while waking up, I am having a dream where we are in our room – only it’s not our room. The bed was different and had different sheets. I had two – that seemed important in the dream – pillows that were shiny and golden covered underneath your hips and I was going at you from behind. I woke up and looked over at you. You didn’t look like were in the mood for anything.
Throwing caution to the wind, I moved in closer and started touching you. You sort of woke up. You said that you were having a dream about a white truck. I told you my dream and joked that they both rhymed [truck rhymes with fuck]! You almost woke up for that laugh.
You allowed me access to take your jammies off and were sort of reciprocal – in a sleepy kind of way – to get me out of my shorts.
Sleepy sex is not one of my favorites as it just doesn’t get to that level of closeness that I would like. It’s very one-sided feeling – but in my current state of things I’ll take what I can get!
I’m pretty much doing all the kissing and caressing while you just lay there. Again, it’s not doing much for me. I figure that I’ll take it up a couple notches and relive the dream sequence. I got to you roll over, sans pillows but in my mind it started pushing me over the edge. Your lack of moistness was almost painful and I needed to release and get it over with. That occurred. All over in about ten minutes – but it was SOMETHING.
While we lay there afterwards, you kept falling asleep – nothing wrong with that. I kept touching you – rubbing your shoulders, down your back, rubbing your butt, moving my feet over your legs. You didn’t like that.
My parting shot was that I was taking advantage of being able to touch you. That woke you up. You asked what that was supposed to mean. I explained that you hadn’t let me touch you in over two weeks. One night you allowed me to hold your hand. You looked at me with that crazy look and replied – that I have been cranky.
As if that would be a good enough reason to not let me touch you? Whatever.
I still wonder what the meaning was of the two golden pillows?
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After a week of being frustrated with the lack of sex – and pretty much lack of anything else between us – I woke up this morning horny. I tried to get her to come back into bed but she ignored me. I drifted back to sleep and had dreams of us doing all sorts of things to our bodies. Once awake, I tried to find her but she was already in a mood. We continued to fight – she left to go do things – I had things to do. That held up my plans but it was easier to let her go and not have to deal with her. I went to do things that she was supposed to do and returned to work in the yard. I did not know what she was doing while I was working but saw her get a glass of wine through the window.
When I was done, I went to go pick up something and the whole family kept calling me on my way back. I could tell something was up. I drive up to be greeted with champagne for the adults and sparkling cider for the kids. Another toast was in order – obviously she didnt’ remember the other toast from Friday. I could tell that she was tipsy.
I made another command decision that I was going to drink champagne and pretty much, come hell or not – would be fucking my drunk wife by the end of the night. Of course she had no idea about this but I knew what I had to do. I had three glasses of champagne with dinner. She was just bitchy all night. Rude comments. Argumentative towards everyone. She got up from dinner and informed me that I was to do the dishes and went to our room. I finished her glass of champagne while doing the dishes. She came in at one point from behind me and tried kissing me – but missed. She told me that when I was ready for bed that she would be kissing me – and left. At this point, I knew that she was already drunk and that I was right behind her. I was going to wake her up or do whatever was necessary, but I would sticking my dick into whatever orrifices I thought needed some penis.
Cleaning up her mess from the kitchen took unusually long and once finished, I downed the last big gulp of champagne. The effect alcohol has on you is pretty unique. It’s hot, but cool. The taste gives you strength even though you know that the overall aftertaste is pretty bad. I went into our room and stripped off all my clothes while climbing into bed. I went straight to her and she was unusally receptive to wrapping our bodies together. She was avoiding my mouth and really was doing whatever she could to keep her head turned away even though we were in a tight embrace.
She would say things but deny them minutes later. I mentioned something about how much clothing she had on and she didn’t bite as to her needing to remove it. It was too drunk people with two different agendas. She was trying to be coy, and not really wanting to do anything – yet she was tugging on my penis almost to the point of being uncomfortable. I was pretty much going do fuck her anyway but was trying for it to be a mutual thing. I gave her two options – option ‘A’ was that I give her sexual pleasure with my fingers. Option ‘B’ was my giving her sexual pleasure with my tongue. She didn’t want either one – I insisted those were the only choices. She wanted one more. Option ‘C’ was her giving me sexual pleasure with her mouth. She continued to waver between things and really was refusing to kiss me. My roaming hands went everywhere from nipples, to back to neck, to hips to between her legs. After what seemed like ten minutes, I finally maneuvered her to spread her legs and slipped my fingers into her. She was so wet. When she drinks, it’s very difficult to get her to come. I was working her over very well – but again, I was light headed at this point and cannot ascertain that I was being consistent either. She relented finally and took off her clothes.
I gave her the options again A, B, or C – and I made up D which was my screwing her breasts and cumming on her chin. I also let her know that ‘E’ would come after that – just our having sex. She wanted a taste of ‘E’. My penis entered her from on top and between the slippery state she was in and the frustrated pounding I was wanting to give her – I damn near pushed her up into the headboard. She was ecstatic! I told her that we had to stick to the schedule – we finished A – needed to move on to B. She tasted so sweet. Wine in general – and especially champagne – goes so well with wet pussy. We have enjoyed champagne (much in the past) where I have poured it into her and lapped it out with zeal. Someone should bottle that essence. Again, not knowing if who’s alcohol level was preventing my licking her to orgasm – my tongue was getting tired. I was really thinking that she was ready for ‘C’ and I was more than willing to let her. After some more maneuvering in the bed, she wanted to skip back to ‘E’. She directed my penis into her and started going at it. I insisted that she needed to come first and she insisted that it was about me this evening. More evidence of her drinking but I was not complaining!
I got into a good rhythm of pounding into her and before I knew it her left leg was up by my head. The sheets were damp with sweat and together we were having that raw kind of sex that you wish you had a camera for. I warned her that I was getting dangerously close and urged her to let me lick her before I came. She wasn’t going to have any of that and I finally exploded. I wouldn’t let her get out of bed and rolled her to the side and started working on her with my fingers again. I just couldn’t get her there and offered to let her show me what she needed. She wanted me screw her from behind and she would work herself from the front – like we used to do. I reminded her that she hasn’t done that in probably five or six years but she said she remembered it. She tried all she could to get me hard again and between her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her hips and her talking dirty – I got just hard enough. She climbed on top of me and tried. I knew this was a lost cause as she was trying to ride me with long strokes – something a not 100% hard penis can accommodate. I tried talking her into letting me roll her over but she refused. She rolled off of me we held and kissed longer. She didn’t run to the bathroom or try to get dressed immediately.
Eventually she put on some panties and a shirt and crawled next to me again. I got her to promise that tomorrow night I would make her come and she could compare how she slept between the two nights. She promised even though I knew she wouldn’t remember. I asked, as I often do during this time why she doesn’t enjoy making love like that more often. She mumbled something about no time and drifted to sleep.
I could not got to sleep. The mixture of the smell of the room, the damp sheets, and the wet spots make my mind race more. Was I just feeding the monster by giving her what she wanted while she’s drunk and even more so by going there myself? I was supposed to have ‘the talk’ about her NOT drinking. Maybe I’ll have to do that this week. . .
