After I get home, she’s still very playful – long, passionate kisses. She tweaks my nipples while walking by. She goes for a straight on crotch grab at least once – maybe twice. She grinds into me while hugging. She’s definitely been drinking – something that I’ve been toying with the idea of starting again – if not just for the sex.
After dinner, we both go upstairs at the same time and magically end up in bed at the same time. I knew what I was wanted and had taken off all my clothes when I had jumped into bed. We started hugging and talking. Eventually, we kissed. The long, tongue flickering, kisses that I had almost forgotten how they felt. I asked why she had so much clothing on and we took care of that in short order.
We explored eachother’s bodies while kissing and talking. I love nipples. Having something that responds to touching, licking, and nibbling is so much fun. It’s like having two little play-toys that I can play with – at the same time, alternating – it’s all good.
We continued talking while we were touching each other. Somehow I brought up that I was interested in anal sex any longer.
It was something that we had both talked about years ago. I think that more due to porn, we see anal sex more. It not that that it didn’t exist, it just wasn’t talked about as much. She was not into it much but was willing to try. We had just fiddled around with it – she found it mostly painful and not that exciting. She was willing to try some different butt plugs to kind of get her used to the feeling. We had purchased a few different sized ones and some lube. It was something that we spoke about doing together, but all I know is that the lube has been used over the years – I haven’t witnessed anything. It never became something that we tried with more vigor but with the ever widening gap in our relationship I don’t find that odd. If it’s something that she doesn’t enjoy, I don’t really care. I could fuck her armpit and enjoy it so screwing her in the ass doesn’t add anything for me.
I have been wanting each of us to play with the other’s anus though – both orally and with our fingers. Fingers are much smaller than penises and there’s a lot more control available. I have been fascinated with this idea for years. When I try to get in that general vicinity, she always rolls over or stops my advancing. There’s been a few times in recent years when she’s on top that I have reached around and she’s let me brush her asshole with my finger. She hasn’t acted like it did anything for her. I have been asking her to place a finger in mine – especially right before I cum. Once she almost did it.
I had always felt like I had enjoyed having my ass licked, but could not recall it ever happening. Sometime in the past six months, she let me know that we DID do it on a drunken trip into New York City some fifteen years ago. We were very drunk and were staying with friends in a very busy loft. Neither of can remember how we had sex without everyone else seeing but both agree that neither of us cared at the time. She didn’t mind – the giving or the receiving – but agreed that it would not have happened without the alcohol. This was such a relief to me know that we had done something although it made me a bit sad that I did not remember it.
We talked tonight about trying it again – without as much alcohol and with a bit more preparation in the pre-cleanliness department. Her willingness to talk about it really made me more excited as we talked.
We also spoke about ‘playing’ more. I asked her if she would feel comfortable sending me text messages and photos via the phone. Her first thought was of how we couldn’t do anything about stimulating the other. I explained that it was for playing. To give hints of what we were thinking or wanting – or may even do. At work she could go in the bathroom and take a picture and send it. She could send a picture of her nipple peeking from her bra. She could take a picture of her pussy. She could take a picture of her finger in her pussy. Just her tongue. Anything. I could send her pictures of my penis – erect and not. A well timed photo of my masturbating to the picture that she sent me. She worried that her phone doesn’t text – something that I assured her I had set up. Note to self: show her how to do that!
The mutual fondling turned into straight sex – me on top. We kissed and licked eachother’s neck, chin, chest and shoulders while we made love. Just the general hotness between us was great. It was almost like sex used to be. She started cumming first and just the sounds she makes put me over the edge as well. We were both wet with sweat and fluids – one of those instances that you just are so lubed up that you slide off of eachother.
Like I said, I don’t what the change is – but I am really liking this.
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As you may have figured, my calculations were that wife would be starting her period – matched with her lack of sitting next to me to watch a few minutes of TV and the quick peck goodnight wasn’t helping my odds.
I have been surfing blogs – quite a lot lately – and I’m trying to see what format I like and I have found that reading about other’s…. escapades is quite fulfilling. Strike that, it’s not fulfilling, but a little imagination and some quick strokes and it’s quite better. I went to bed around eleven or so and went straight to sleep.
I was awakened by my wife asking me why I wasn’t attacking her. It took me a few minutes (maybe seconds) to get my bearings and to start fondling her breasts. She was more awake than normal – for nighttime – and I still couldn’t tell with certainty what she was looking for. Sometimes she’s more in a ‘dream’ state and isn’t into kissing me back, just my kissing her. Tonight she was in the mood for kissing. It felt good to kiss passionately.
She started rubbing my penis, which was getting harder with the mutual fondling. Sad, was that it wasn’t getting 100% hard – thanks to that little round of earlier self pleasure. I figured that I just needed some more time and continued fondling and kissing her.
Breasts are amazing. They are soft to squeeze, firm in that they are connected and they have these two ‘happy points’ that bring mutual satisfaction. Nipples are the best – they can be kissed, touched, blown, iced, heated, have food added – and they just react in such a cool way.
Getting back to business, we quickly stripped down – her from her underwear, t-shirt, and sports bra, me from my underwear. We jumped right back to fondling and kissing. I concentrated on her right breast with my mouth, the left nipple with my fingers and found her crotch with the other hand. Rubbing slowly, I couldn’t find a slippery entrance right away which momentarily distracted me. I concentrated a bit more until my fingers slid in and found her extremely wet. I asked – no I begged – for her to let me taste her and she said no. I pushed a bit further and she said maybe tomorrow night. She was getting a bit excited and rolled me over to my back and rolled on top of me.
Having her on top of me is a position that I love because I can see her breasts, her pubes, and my penis inside her. I can play with all of her or simply just enjoy being ridden. I was playing with both breasts and she was controlling where I was hitting her and was really getting at my balls with her hand. I had to stop her because I was right there. I concentrated on not cumming and worked on her nipples with my mouth. She was rubbing at ‘that’ angle that I know makes her happy. I was too busy with her nipples to work on cumming at the same time. She shuddered happily and the smile she gets reminded my why we used to enjoy doing this much more often.
She starts rubbing my balls again and I cum right away.
She gets up and gets some towels and comes right back. We talk for a little bit, I tell her about B.F.’s decision and she shares three other similar stories from her work.
I contemplate telling her about the erection from when B.F. hugged me – but decided it would not be prudent. I asked her why she woke me up and she said that she had just gone to the bathroom, that was it.
I fall asleep in her arms and she wakes me up to banish me to my side of the bed. I asked why and she said ‘You know I can’t sleep with you next to me – and you’re snoring.’ I roll over and go straight to sleep.
In the morning I woke up when she got up to go to the bathroom. I tell her to stay and she gives me the ’stupid’ look. She comes back afterwards though and gets next to me and says that we should talk so that we can’t say that we only talk after sex. The conversation quickly deteriorates into plans for the day and what I haven’t done lately. I roll over and fall back asleep.
The rest of the day we just fight over petty things and I keep reminding her that she said I could lick her tonight. She keeps replying that she said ‘maybe’. She just went to bed, lots of layers of jammies, and just a kiss on the cheek. I’m not betting on my licking anything tonight. But – that’s what I said last night…
