My Sexy Birthday

This the story of my sexy birthday. It was on Sunday (April 13th) and I was in for something extra special that night! I spend the day at an amusement park with my 9 year old granddaughter, and we both had a wonderful time, getting a thrill out of riding roller coasters and eating fairy floss, while my husband was at home, planning something, though I didn’t know what at the time…

We all went to a pretty restaurant for dinner, and despite our delicious desserts, my husband told me that the night wasn’t over yet. When we got home we watched our wedding video with our granddaughter, who despite seeing almost all our videos, including the one of our wedding so many times, she never gets bored of them! And frankly, neither do we.

My husband and I remember that day like it was yesterday, and when we made sweet love for the first time. After I put our granddaughter to bed, I went to our room, and smelled something sweet on the way. I was starting to get an inkling of what my husband planned that day… I was starting to get wet, if you know what I mean…

I saw our room. It was lit with rose and lavender-scented candles. There were colorful petals around, but not too many. But my goodness, it looked beautiful! Not that our room wasn’t pretty as it was, but the fact that he made all this effort turned me on even more!

I put on my favorite night-dress, the same one that I wore on our honeymoon in Sweden, and pulled back the covers. I lay on our bed, thinking and remembering the times when we were young. Then, I heard my husband saying in the distance,

“I’ll be over in a minute, sexy woman!”

I was getting excited, as he came near. He came in, and started taking his shirt off, then slowly he took off his pants, leaving his white boxers on.

“Oh, I knew you’d still be so sexy after all these years!” My husband told me,

“Right back atcha! You’re still hotstuff!” I replied.

So he got on our bed, and I reached up to caress his face, before he ran his hands over that thin night dress. He started to touch and feel my breasts, and I could feel my nipples getting hard. I let out a soft moan.

“Your breasts are still beautiful, your body is still young. You’ll always be beautiful to me, and I love you.”

He then reached up my gown to feel my wet lady place, and he stroked it for a bit.

“Do you remember back in 1985, when we made love in that summer house in Hawaii?” My husband asked,

“I certainly do,” I responded,

“It was a beautiful Summer. We were so young.”

“Oh it was. We were on that beach, walking back to that house, the sun was setting and we were the los-destinos-mas-romanticos-del-mundo-en-2012-1only ones on that beach. And I’ll never forget how we made love afterward.”

“That was the most erotic Summer of my life,” I told my husband in an aroused tone, while he kissed me.

I felt my husband’s body, loving the feeling of caressing his back while he lifted my night dress over my head and then, once he got rid of his boxers, I lay on my front.

My husband gave me a gentle, but very erotic massage while we continued reminiscing.

“Remember our honeymoon, baby?” I asked,

“Oh yes,” my husband replied, “now that was one hot trip, wasn’t it?”

After a little while, we just couldn’t hold off anymore! I had to turn around and spread my legs, and he went into me and he was as hard as always!

He moved around a little while I rubbed his back.

We both thought of times we made love when we were young, as well as enjoying this very moment, being older and making love. We remembered our wedding night, our first time and how beautiful it was, at the same time being so glad that we are still able to make love this way.

We kissed passionately, and caressed one another, as that’s what we both like, and the pleasure was getting stronger. My husband nuzzled my neck, before moving up to shower kisses on my face.

I felt hotter, my breathing turned into moaning as my husband thrust a little faster, and I began to cry out as climaxed and the orgasmic sensations spread all over me. My husband climaxed almost immediately after I did.

The afterglow was beautiful as always. My husband and I cuddled while we engaged in pillow-talk, before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Thank God for the years, and the wonderful things in our lives. And, for the last 30 years, we’ve been making love the same way – in the nude!

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Flashbacks

In September of last year, just days before my husband’s birthday, the 3 of us (my husband, me & our


By: Tilemahos Efthimiadis
granddaughter) went to Greece where my husband had a performance with an old pal. Our second daughter came with her husband and children so that we could watch him sing. Our whole family ALWAYS got together if one of us was in the spotlight.

It was a lovely performance, and I was remembering times when we were younger, performing at, and attending concerts, things like that. I was holding my granddaughter in my arms while he was singing, and he looked at us lovingly as we smiled back. He blew me a kiss between lines. When the performance came to an end, our granddaughter was tired so I carried her back to our hotel, while we said goodbye to our daughter and her family, as they went back to their hotel.

After our granddaughter went to bed, I freshened up myself. I lay on our hotel bed in my little white dress, and I wanted to show my husband how much I am still turned on by him.

He came in and took me in his arms, and kissed me while I told him how sexy he was on stage that night as I took my dress off in front of him. I only had on my love heart panties. I saw the aroused look on his face, he was so turned on! He became very hard that very moment!

“You’ve shown me different sexy looks over the years, hot lady! And you looked so sexy in that little white summer dress.” My husband told me while he ran his fingers through my hair, then down my chest onto my breasts. “Remember when we were young, and we used to do things like walk around snowy landscapes, then come back home and have a dance?” he asked.

“Oh, of course! We were newlyweds. My how young we were! We’d then go to bed, but not to sleep.” I replied in a sexy tone.

“Oh, yes, and you are still so sexy. Sweet and sexy.” said my husband, while he kissed me and touched my breasts.

“So are you,” I replied, sounding turned on as I remembered how we made love those times when we were younger, as well as enjoying it now.

My husband kissed my chest, and the top of my breasts, while he caressed my body, kissing me on my collar bone and nuzzling my neck. He then took his t-shirt off, and got naked. I was getting excited. I remembered how we saw each other nude for the first time on our wedding night.

He climbed over me, and came in as I drew in a breath of pleasure. We were French kissing, and caressing one another as I let out breaths of pleasure. I remembered our beautiful summer night as my husband kissed my cheekbones, and gently stroked my breasts.

The way he thrusted and moved around inside my wet ladyplace reminded me of the night our younger daughter was conceived.

I continued to hold my husband in my arms, showing how much I still love him, as he kissed me all over, and stroked my breasts, gently as if they were delicate. He lightly ran his hand over one breast, cupping my face with the other.

My pleasure was starting to get stronger, those breaths turned into moans. My husband thrusted a bit faster and harder, massaging my sweetspot with his pubic bone. For a moment I even thought we were back in the 1980s! But I knew we weren’t.

Sure enough, I had a beautifully powerful orgasm, as my husband nuzzled at the side of my neck, and kissed it. I rubbed my husband’s back as I let out my breaths of pleasure as more past memories of us making love came to my mind. My husband climaxed as I came down, he held me tighter as he vocalized in ecstacy.

When he came down, we had a few moments of holding each other very tight. While we cuddled, my husband told me he remembered the times we made love when we were younger as well!

“I’ll never forget our concert together, and how we got passionate afterwards.” My husband remembered, as he kept kissing me.

“Remember our friends’ wedding back in 1992?” I asked

“Oh, absolutely! I get hard just thinking about that!” he replied.

“I also still remember how it felt to smell and taste your wet, sweet ladyplace for the first time. Making love to you now to me is no different then when we were young and making love. You’re still, and always will be mine.” my husband told me.

“I also feel no different either. You are still my sexy man after 29 years of marriage.” I replied.

After my husband said “Back atcha”, we kissed and cuddled the night away. We most certainly knew who to thank for our years together. Because we trust God in everything and put Him first, we found each other, and we still have a beautiful, sexy marriage.

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Favorite Naked Memories

I was thinking about some of my favorite memories of times when my wife and I were naked together.  I


By: atelielove
LOVE naked!  I love when my wife is naked, I love to be naked and I really love it when we are naked together.  Even if it isn’t “sexual” per se, the fact that we are naked makes it erotic and fun.  (Of course it does make it easier to get it sexual when you’re naked if you know what I mean!)  But I was thinking about some of my more favorite memories and thought I would share them.

1. My all time favorite has to be sleeping naked.  I know that’s simple, but I can’t help it.  I love it that my wife and I sleep naked every night.  Even on nights when we haven’t had sex for whatever reason.  We’ve grown accustomed to sleeping naked and nothing else feels as good now.  But I especially love it when my wife cuddles up to me and presses her naked body up against mine and lays her head on my chest.  She then lays her hand on my chest and moves her leg over mine so that her leg rests in between mine.  OMG!  Having her lay up against me/on me like that naked just does something to me.  I can’t tell you how many nights I have just laid there like that, not going to sleep because I was too busy just enjoying that feeling.  But it was worth the tired feeling the next day because I absolutely love that!

2. I love it when my wife cleans the house in the nude.  I love to see her walk around naked.  I love to see her do “ordinary things” like cleaning the house in the nude.  I love to see her on her hands and knees with her naked ass pointing up in the air.  I love to watch her vacuum in the nude.  Her boobs bounce and swing back and forth with each back and forth motion of the vacuum cleaner.  She will sometimes even do this with the window blinds open during the day.  Very risqué and hot!  I sometimes catch myself just staring at her when she’s doing this.  (I do clean with her, but I get distracted!)  This is one of my favorite naked memories.

3. One time we had a lazy Sunday where we slept in and didn’t go anywhere.  Since we sleep naked she was already naked.  For some reason this day she didn’t put anything on.  She spent the entire day naked.  (I had to take the dogs out a couple of times so I had to throw something on for that, but she stayed naked.)  I love this because a) she stayed naked ALL day. She got out of bed that morning naked and didn’t put a thing on and then got back into bed later that night naked.  B) it was spontaneous and she did it on her own.  I didn’t have to beg her for a “naked day.”  It just happened.  She just never put anything on all day.  And I think we only had sex one time all day.  Other than that there was nothing sexual about it.  It was just a lazy, watch movies all day, kind of Sunday.  But with a naked wife!

4. I loved the time we went to a secluded cabin for the weekend and went naked the whole time.  We spend a total of 38 hrs and 25 minutes straight naked!  That was the longest we had ever gone.  (We actually went back to that cabin earlier this year for a second trip and beat our record.  We stayed naked for 41 hrs and 11 minutes that time!) But it was so awesome because we went outside and walked around, got in the pool, laid in the hammock – all in the nude.  (For a more detailed account of our first trip, read my story: Cabin Getaway) But this is one of my favorite naked memories.

5. One time we bought black sheets and covered up our living room to turn it into our own photography studio.  We wanted some erotic pictures of ourselves for our bedroom so we set up the camera on a tripod and a timer and with that background we did various poses.  Some by ourselves and some together.  We took a lot of pictures naked, but then of course we did some other variations: Her naked with rose petals sprinkled all around her, her wearing nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.  (My favorite of those was one where she had on nothing but the boots and she had the hat covering her pussy and her arms covering her boobs.  You can tell she’s naked, but you can’t see anything.  It’s so sexy and seductive too!) She had borrowed the hat and boots from a girlfriend of hers.  Her girlfriend picked up on what she wanted them for and gave her some knowing looks and smiles when she picked them up.  And at one point in the evening my wife suggested I take a picture of her in the boots and hat with her phone and send it to her girlfriend.  So we picked a pose where she was sitting in a chair wearing nothing but the boots and a hat, but she was leaning forward and crossing her legs.  So again you could tell she was naked except for the hat and boots but you couldn’t “see” anything.  We sent it to her in a text saying, “Thanks for letting me borrow the hat and boots.”  Her girlfriend texted back: “LOL!  HOT!  Glad you’re having fun!”  We also did some of her in various lingerie, with a sexy black dress and black hose and heels.  She started out fully dressed but as she got undressed I took pictures of her so we have a progression until she is in nothing but the hose and heels.  So sexy!  We did another set where she had on a pair of Superman underwear and nothing else and I had on a pair of Batman underwear and nothing else.  We set the camera on a timer so it took several shots in a row and then we each took off our underwear and handed it to the other one and then put that one on.  So then I was wearing the Superman and she was wearing the Batman.  LOL!  Then we have some with her playing with herself with her vibrator in various states of dress and undress.  Then we took some pictures with me in a chair and her sitting on top of me.  (Yes I entered into her and she was wet!) When I go back to look at the pictures as I scroll through this section, if I do it fast it almost looks like a movie of us having sex.  Cause you can tell what we’re doing as you click on each frame and see her hips move back and forth.  We spend about six hours one Saturday doing all this and it’s one of my favorite naked memories.  We printed out the pictures at home and hung them in our bedroom.

So those are my top 5 naked memories.  Just thought I would share.  Feel free to share with me any of your favorite naked memories with your spouse.

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The Little Things

Normally I write a story about a specific event that occurred that stands out in my mind.  But I got to thinking recently, there are a lot of little things that my wife and I have done over the years that wouldn’t make a full story on their own, but they are worthy of being remembered.  And often it’s the little things that keep us going.  We can’t have “mountain top” experiences EVERY day and life is full of routine and monotony.  So very often we need to sprinkle some little sexual moments at various times just to keep things fresh and fun.  A lot of little things can add up to one big thing eventually.  So I’d like to share some of these little moments with you.  So here they are, in no particular order.

1. One time my wife flashed me her boobs at a fast food restaurant and I took a picture.

2. We were helping family unload a storage shed.  My wife and I went by ourselves to get the last load and it was late at night and dark.  So after we emptied the shed, we turned the truck headlights to face the storage shed and we had some picture fun.  We took pictures of each other flashing the camera in various poses.  At one point she even pulled her shorts and panties down and flashed her boobs.  She also bent down and sucked my cock a little and we got a picture of that.  Even though we didn’t have sex, it was fun because it was unplanned, in a public place (even though nobody else was there) and we took pictures.

3. One night after my wife went to bed, I jacked off and shot my cum out into a small bowl.  I put a lid on it and packed it with her lunch.  I didn’t tell her the next morning and we both left for work like normal.  She didn’t see it until she unpacked her lunch.  Then she drank it.

4. My wife was going over to a girlfriend’s house one evening to hang out.  She was going to leave before I got home from work.  So she got her camera and made me a video of her jilling off.  At one point she took her panties she had been wearing all day and wiped her pussy getting her cum all over them.  She laid them on my side of the bed and told me in the video to jack off using them.  When I got home I checked the panties and they were still very wet.  I wrapped them around my cock and jacked off while watching my wife’s video.

5. My wife has this one piece zip up cover up.  It is sleeveless and only goes to her knees.  It’s supposed to be something you wear over a bathing suit on your way to or from the pool.  But she has often worn it with nothing underneath and driven to a drive thru or she will go out to the car in it.  One time she wore it and we had to go to the store.  She drove so she could drop me off at the door and pick me up.  On the way back I started playing around with her by unzipping it as much as she would let me and raising the hem up as far as I could.  I brought the camera and got some good pictures of her driving (almost) naked.

6. Another time my wife said she had to go to bed but forgot to make a lunch for the next day at work.  She asked me to make her a sandwich.  So I did.  But then I added my own personal touch to it.  I pulled my cock out and stroked it till it was hard and I touched her sandwich with my cock.  I took a picture of it and sent it to her the next day.  Then because it felt so good, I continued to stroke my cock until I came.  Then I took just a little dab of cum and put it on the inside of the sandwich. I took a picture of that and told her about it too.  She enjoyed her lunch the next day. LOL!

7. Once we were visiting my wife’s family and we stayed at her parent’s house.  She was sitting on the couch with her mother sitting next to her.  I was walking out of the room for something and she reached her arms up for me to hug her.  So I bent down and hugged her, but as I stood up I grazed both of her boobs with my hand.  Her mother didn’t see so it was a sexy, playful moment between us.

8. Once we went shopping for my wife for a new dress.  She wore a dress with absolutely nothing underneath.  No bra, no panties, nothing.  SO sexy!  She picked out a few things to try on and we both went into the dressing room.  She took off her dress and shoes and was completely naked in the dressing room. I wanted to take her right then!  But we didn’t do anything.  But it was hot because she was completely naked and there were so many people just on the other side of the door.

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Remembering our Honeymoon

My husband, myself and our granddaughter were on a vacation in Sweden for the summer, and came back 2 weeks ago.WHITE DRESS 2 months in Stockholm was fantastic! We felt it would be a good idea to go there, since we just celebrated our 30 years of marriage, and this is where we went on our honeymoon.

We flew there 2 days after our 30th anniversary party. We immediately started sight-seeing the next day. We told our granddaughter stories of where we went when we were first married.

We went to the ABBA museum & had a wonderful time! We then went to Östermalm Food Hall for tea. It was good because it was summer, and the days were extra long!

So when our granddaughter went to bed, we decided to stay up some more. We both knew what we wanted to do… we brought along an ABBA dvd, so we decided to dance! Just like when we were young, and had been doing since we were married! We freshened up before singing & dancing to our favorite songs, including of course our song “Honey Honey” and our first dance song “I’ve been waiting for you” in our bedroom (our bedroom also had a TV).

For that I decided to wear a little something to give off a blast from the past – my white, thin see-through night dress which I first wore on our honeymoon. I haven’t worn it since the late 1980s. My husband, wearing his boxers, let out an aroused exhale, and he became hard straight away! Just like when he first saw me like that! And like all the other times I wore this, I wore nothing under it!

We were having so much fun and we even danced a little sexy at times!

“I remember when we did this on our honeymoon!” My husband told me as we danced.

I responded with a sexy, “Oh yes, so do I!”

It was the very first time we danced before making love.

I remembered how in 1984, during a particular part of a song, I started to dance sexy in that short, see-through dress wearing nothing underneath. And my husband was the only one allowed to see me like this. And tonight, I did it the same way, with the same song.

We still love and enjoy each other very much now, but at the same time we also can’t help but think of the times when we were young, now that we’re older. Remembering those days makes us feel even closer and more love for each other.

I turned my husband on with some of my sexy moves, doing a bit of thrusting, playing with my hair before moving my hands down to feel my breasts. I then continued to dance in this sexy manner.

My husband did the same as he ran his hands all over my body. He took my hand and twirled me one time, before he put his hands on my waist. I drew in a sensual inhale as his lips gently kissed mine. The beautiful ABBA love song “Gonna sing you my lovesong” was playing in the background as we French kissed one another, while we were remembering the first time we did this 30 years ago.

“I just got a flashback of the first time I held you in my arms like this!” My husband told me as he caressed my body over that thin material.

“I remember it too. It felt so good and still does.” I replied as I hugged him back.

We couldn’t hold off anymore! I lay on our bed, and my husband lay on me, cupped my face as he kissed me and I remembered the night, during our honeymoon when I was wearing the gown, and he was in his boxers, and after we were French kissing, he kissed me all over my body, as he went down to taste my ladyplace.

My husband kissed my neck, as I kneaded his back.

Suddenly, my gown was off! My husband looked at my body, looking very aroused, and his breathing became a little heavier.

He touched my face with both hands before running them down my neck and over my breasts. His boxers came off and I was very much turned on by his body. Still hot! My ladyplace got wet, and he started gently stroking it.

I let out a soft moan while he continued stroking my ladyplace, and then his nearly rock-hard man-part entered me.

I ran my fingers across his back before I wrapped my arms around him. Then, I got the idea to rub his lower back the way I did on our honeymoon. As I massaged him, I saw that same pleasurable look on his face… his eyes half-closed, and he was making these pleasurable moans, as he held me in his arms.

He kissed my chest before moving his hand down to feel my soft breasts. He then embraced me as he continued thrusting. I  held him close to me, and my husband did the same as I caressed the back of his head, and kissed him on the cheek.

As I caressed his bare back, I kissed his neck. My hot breaths of pleasure blew down his neck, and then I rested my head on the pillow when I had this, strong and beautiful orgasm. At that my husband thrusted even faster. As I moaned in total pleasure and ecstasy, I could tell my husband was about to climax as well. He thrusted even harder as his orgasm pretty much exploded!

As we climaxed, we held each other tight, and somehow our climaxes made our memories of when we were young & newly married even more vivid! We were remembering how we were in this very hotel, making love as young newlyweds, we more or less saw ourselves 30 years ago!

We sure were exhausted when we came down. My husband then lay me on him, as we cuddled and remembered our honeymoon. Praise God for everything He has given and done for us!

We were also excited about the next day and the fun we were going to have. We were all going shopping after breakfast! We had a wonderful time!

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Enjoying Swedish Summer

About half-way into our Swedish trip, it was a lovely day outside, so we went to the Screen Shot 2014-12-06 at 10.22.08 PMMidsummer Festival! There was a lot of singing, we danced; it was so much fun! Then, we noticed some dark clouds approaching, and we figured it would rain, so at around 11 am we went to IKEA to look around and do some shopping.

We are still impressed at how they make IKEA look so good! With these lovely rooms, they look like movie sets in a film studio! Our flat is pretty much a replica of the stuff in IKEA that we like! Admittedly we had some pictures taken. We then went to eat, and my husband quite likes these Swedish meatballs. I had some waffles with chocolate, and our granddaughter had this pink-iced princess cake!

And then we went to the food market to get some groceries. We got some IKEA chocolate, Dryck Flader (this is a sweet drink made from elderflower. It’s really good!), and some soft thin bread. After more sightseeing, we went to the Food Hall for dinner around 6:30pm. It was fun as always, and then our granddaughter asked us questions about when we were young and newly married. When we passed familiar sights, we told her about our time there.

Once we got back to the hotel, we freshened up to get ready for bed, after which our granddaughter & I were looking through some old photos together. The photos ranged from us as babies up until now. I showed her photos of when we were teenagers, and of course we got a whole album of our wedding pictures, which we also looked at. Then, it was getting on a bit, so she went to bed. But I couldn’t help but keep looking that those beautiful memories, as well as enjoy the times now.

My husband came over and while we looked at those photos, we talked about those old times!

We couldn’t help but watch some old home movies again. Naturally, we watched our wedding video, that never gets old, nor do the other memories! Those memories are still so vivid! Praise the Lord for our ability to remember so well!

It became obvious what was coming next…

My husband and I went to our bedroom where I had on my “classic” night dress. We started to kiss.

“Why don’t we have a dance?” suggested my husband.

So we put on an ABBA dvd, and we danced to many great songs!

“Remember when we were young and just married and we did this for the first time?” My husband reminisced,

“Of course, I remember it! We sure were young!” We remembered how erotic this first experience of our special dancing, and how we made love right after.

“You still got the moves, baby!” said my husband.

Then, after we danced, I lay on our bed in that nightgown, the same way as on our honeymoon, on the night he tasted my sweet ladyplace. As my husband took his shirt off to reveal his (hot) upper body, I remembered how he did it that night on our honeymoon. I got so wet!

He stripped down to his boxers, and climbed over me. He showered me with kisses, like he had done on that beautiful night. My night gown just slid off me, and my husband slid his hand down his boxers before ridding himself of them. I was ready for this sexy man, and he didn’t spare a second entering me.

He took me in his arms and kissed me, and I was feeling so blissful in his love for me as we made love on this beautiful summer night. I couldn’t help but remember the hot summer we had in Hawaii in 1985. Of course we had many hot Summers, Falls, Springs and Winters, haha! But this one stuck out this time. I remembered how we were young newlyweds walking on the beach as the sun was setting. I remembered how we talked about our life so far when we got back to our beach house.

As we were French kissing I remembered how he touched me when he initiated for us to make love. And how as he unbuttoned my dress he ran his hand under it to caress my soft skin. I remembered how hot it was, it was so beautiful! And we were so young!

I held him tight, feeling strong love for him, as he thrust inside my wet ladyplace. I moaned softly with pleasure as he kissed me between my breasts, then kissed my cheek before nuzzling me and kissing me on the mouth. I climaxed suddenly, while my husband thrust even faster, making my orgasm even stronger and more intense. I cried out as the pleasurable waves spread all over me. My husband then came, and he was not afraid to let his pleasurable moans either.

We were most certainly exhausted! But we were so satisfied. I lay on him, and rested my head on his chest.

“I was just remembering our Hawaiian vacation 29 years ago!” I told my husband,

“Me too! Great minds think alike, don’t they?” My husband said as I smiled.

We kissed each other a little, and I wrapped my arms around him, and he stroked my hair as I fell asleep in his arms.

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Something For Me – Cock Ring

This feels so weird,” I said as I put it on. “It’s like a condom but all I feel is the end,” I said looking down at the purple cock ring cock ringthat now rested at the base of my cock. She laughed that breathtaking laugh of hers as she laid there sprawled out just waiting for me. She got embarrassed whenever I said I loved watching her laugh when she was naked. My baby is thick and so when she laughs everything jiggles. That cute stomach of hers, her thighs, and those big round titties of hers. It was definitely a compliment that her nipples were hard from the fact they were just in my mouth.

Earlier that day I had seen a cock ring at work – I stow for Amazon in one of their warehouses, so you can see how I see everything there, but I digress – and after doing some research because I was curious as to what the heck they were for,* I decided I would try them out. Normally everything we got for our bed was “for me.” The lingerie she had worn, the whip I occasionally used on her when she wasn’t being good, the bed restraints I generally used to tie her down, and occasionally allowed her to tie me down with, all for me; sort of. But with the cock ring, it was the first thing I had actually bought for me-me. Yeah, it had a little vibrating bullet at the top, but at the same time it was something I wanted so I got it.

“Are you going to turn it on?” she asked me with a small smile.

“No, I thought I would buy a vibrating cock ring to not turn it on, ever,” I said.

“Oh-oh! Lose the attitude,” she laughed. “Turn it on already and get over here and kiss me,” she said lifting up her foot to trace my shaft. My body trembled at her touch, she knew I had a foot fetish, but because she didn’t like feet (ironic right?) she didn’t use her feet that often but when she did, she’d send me to another world. I didn’t want to waste any more time  so I turned the ring on but not before fumbling around the switch. The small little hum echoed in the room catching both of us off guard.

“Whoa! That feels weird,” I said throwing my hands back trying to get used to the feeling. I looked down and watched my black cock vibrate and breathed trying to get used to the new sensation.

She laughed again and I laughed with her and started to come off my knees. “Are you ready for this,” I asked lining myself up to her waiting, wet pink pussy lips. She didn’t need to answer but she did as she bit her lip and nodded.

The vibrations felt weird as I grabbed hold with one hand just so I could put myself in and as I felt those warm wet lips take every inch of me I moaned out loud as I heard her take a sharp breath in and her finger nails dug into my arm. Instantly her legs began to tremble once the vibrator lined up and tickled her clit.

“Oh yeah,” I asked her holding myself up, “You like that?”

“No it’s not that,” she said lying, “It’s just you played with my clit for so long it’s sensitive.” She was still shaking and lifting her hips a little more.

“So you like it?” I said laughing.

“Michael,” she said. “Move!”

“Oh, so you’re going to tell me what to do now,” I asked sliding my cock back and then slowly sliding all the way back in. She moaned and her nails dug into me once again but when I stopped and held her clit hostage her whole body reacted.

“Baby,” she moaned in a sing-song whiny voice. “Please!”

“Nah, I think I’m going to hold it here for a moment,” I teased laying completely on top of her. I began to kiss her neck, biting it and gently sucking because I couldn’t give her a hickey on the neck; not very work friendly. I traced her jaw line with my lips, kissing it and gently biting it remembering like I always did that day in the park. When we had first started dating in my sophomore year of high school and we were being intimate in telling each other where our hotspots were. I was surprised to find out that jawline was the ticket and from that moment on that spot was not neglected.

I slid up just a little so I could see those waiting nipples, a light pink when they weren’t turned on but now they were that beat red she gets all over her body when she’s either embarrassed or completely horny. I just flicked the left nipple with my tongue as she continued to cause earthquakes underneath me. She hissed again and her hands traced my back and lost themselves in the hair on top of my head. She grabbed hold when I began to suck, and gently rolled it in my teeth. I couldn’t leave her right nipple hanging so I used my hand to trace the side of her stomach and for a moment her trembles reached a small peak but they lost it when I started twisting her other nipple with my fingers.

“Baby,” she whispered begging me again to not just hold it there. By now I could already feel the pressure she was building up, but not just yet.

“You want me to fuck you?” I asked. I began kissing her neck again and tracing her jaw line breathing on it knowing that my breath so close and warm drove her crazy. She couldn’t even form words, she just nodded grabbing a little more of my hair as I kissed her neck again. I couldn’t keep her waiting forever and I wanted her just as badly as she wanted me, but I just love to torture her.

I started to slide in and out feeling her wet pussy tighten around me but all the foreplay juices still made it easy to slide back. I went slow letting her feel every centimeter to inch of me. Her nails dug into my back and she dragged them across my skin as I kept taking my time with her slowly speeding up to that correct, not too fast, not too slow, speed. Just a smooth motion of me taking her along for a ride of ecstasy.

Her moans filled the room, louder than normal because she could feel the vibrations but this time she knew it was me vibrating, not any of the failed toys we had tried to buy in the past and with each thrust, that spot inside of her just kept building and building. Her pussy tightened around me because of the extra pressure from that G-spot, but she was so wet I could keep sliding in and out with no problem but when that pressure needed to be released she pushed me out with those muscles of hers and screamed as her pussy squirted all over our sheets beneath her.

“I love it when you squirt,” I whispered to her just putting my head right against her clit letting her feel the vibrations again. Her legs were already shaking from the squirt and with my cock pulsing and vibrating right there on her little button was just making it stronger.

“Babe, I need you,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she gasped using one hand to pull me down by the neck and kiss her and the other to line me back up and slide me back in. Both of us moaned in mid kiss and I knew she was ready for me to pound her. Wow, she was so wet after her squirt and I loved it. The sounds of me sliding in and out of her and her moans filled the room with their beautiful symphony and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Michael,” she moaned out loud.

“Yes, baby?” I whispered before kissing her neck again

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oooooh, baby, don’t stop!” she cried. Apparently she didn’t want it to end either. I pushed myself up with my arms and started going faster, I knew that was my cue that she was about to climax again. Not a squirt this time, but still another climax. Weird to think, but as always when she got ready to climax the second time I began to thank God that he blessed me with the rare commodity—a woman who climaxes more than once, and not just sometimes but every time.

I pumped faster and faster hearing her moans reach the ceiling, getting louder and louder as she got closer.

“Ah!” she cried for a brief moment thrusting up her hips and throwing her arms over her head. I almost slipped out like I always do when she climaxes and her fingers gently traced the ripples in the wall as she came off that peak, relaxing her hips after squirming for a few moments.

I took my arms as she started to breathe a little easier, lifting her legs and putting them over my shoulders. I started going slow again, just so my cock could help her relax but still help her start climbing back up the mountain. As I slid in and out of her I began kissing her leg as it gently waved by my head. I traced the goose bumps with my lips gently nibbling every other kiss. I looked down for a moment locking eyes with her. She blushed and closed hers as she let another moan slip through her lips. Her breast swayed with each thrust and I just had to tug on one of her nipples. She hissed again and opened her eyes and through all the breaths she took as I kept fucking her she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back as I slid back and then ever so slowly slid back in before I held myself there. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably again as the vibrating cock ring shook her clit.

“Baby,” she pleaded with me moving her hips up and down trying to get me to move, but I held her down and just laughed as I flicked her nipples with my fingers.

“Michael, please,” she cried as I began to feel that pressure inside her build up again. I ignored those cries as I started kissing up her leg again this time going all the way to her foot. I started to kiss the sole before I bit the side of her foot. She moaned and squirmed underneath me, once again begging me to fuck her instead of just holding it there. But I just continued to kiss up her foot until I reached her toes and began to suck them one by one. I took my time with each toe and continued to feel the pressure in her wet warm pussy build to the point it was starting to slide me out again.

“Baby,” she cried through her gasps. “I have to squirt,” she said.

I laughed. “I know,” I said beginning to slide in and out of her again.

She took a huge breath in and started pulling me down begging for a kiss. I gave her one as I started pumping faster so she could release herself once again. That special spot in her built and built itself up until I couldn’t stay in any longer, I pulled out and used my hand to play with her clit, hearing the cock ring vibrate. She moaned and whined and squirmed all over the bed because I wasn’t holding her down with my cock. Before I knew it she was splashing all over the bed again raising her hips in the climax before bringing them back down in a huff.

I let her legs come off my shoulders and slid myself back in enjoying all the dripping juices that were once again staining our bed; oh how we had to constantly change our sheets. I felt my baby tremble beneath me and a small smile formed on her lips as I leaned down to kiss her. I rested my body on her and raised my hips taking it slow for a few pumps as I kissed that jaw line of hers hearing her moans within my ears as her scratches sent shivers down my spine. I started going faster, hearing the small ‘splooshing’ noises that left her pussy as I began to pound her. My hands reached around her legs and grabbed hold of her ass and I squeezed to get another moan out of her. My rule of thumb is at least three climaxes for my Queen before I finish and I was ready to ride that wave with her to her fourth.

“Yes!” she cried in my ear as I kept laying on her using only my hips to fuck her as fast as I could. Her nails dug in a little deeper and she grabbed a little more of my hair as I rested my head near her shoulder and gently bit the lobe of her ear. She hissed, she moaned, she screamed, and I loved every second of it as I felt my cock shiver and tremble as I got ready to climax. I pushed myself up on my arms going just a little faster to race up that mountain knowing she was right there with me. It was at the tip and for another second I held it to let it build a little more and then with one final thrust I came.

“Ga-aaaaaaaah,” I moaned as I started to climax. Feeling my seed begin to fill her up, my baby followed suit lifting her hips and climaxing with me her moans bouncing off the walls and drowning out my own satisfaction. We stayed up there for about ten seconds. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. The cock ring had done what it was supposed to and intensified my climax. My head spun in a good way, and as the two of us climaxed we looked at each other with our orgasm faces, mouths agape as we moaned and gasped. Our bodies shook uncontrollably, and we shivered down together once we came off the peak. A mountain we climbed together multiple times before, but each time greater than the last.

I laid back down on her as the two of us steadied our breathing. One of my favorite moments is after because our breathing and our heartbeats will synchronize with each other for about a couple of minutes really bring a new meaning to “the two will become one.”

I was not sure how much time passed, but enough of it had passed for her to calm down. With my eyes closed and my ears filled with her still racing heartbeat, she continued to shake beneath me while her fingers traced my arm and my back over and over.

“Babe,” she finally whispered.

“Yes?”

“I need you to pull out,” she said with a small laugh. I had totally forgotten about the cock ring and it was still pressed against her clit as we laid there still keeping her on that journey, never really allowing her to calm down.

“My bad,” I laughed, finally pulling out. As she closed her legs to keep the cum from dripping all over the place, I laughed again as I turned off the vibrations.

“Yeah, we need to use these more often,” I said kissing her outer thighs. She just responded by closing her eyes and breathing one long satisfied breath.

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Getting Him Turned On

It’s amazing just what gets our men turned on sexually to us. It’s important what we wear – I always try to look good for him when he comes home from work but even sometimes when I don’t try it’s amazing what gets his interest. Like the other night I knew Pete would be late home. Now I don’t know why but the kids always appear to pick these times to be extra naughty. They played up something awful over the evening meal so after about a dozen warnings they all went to the corner. My niece, however, had really got it on her and wouldn’t stay there so she went over my knee for a session with the paddle on her bare bottom.

Now this did not help my mood and I felt really tired and drained. I also felt I must be the worst mother in the world at these times as Cassie went to bed very upset that I’d spanked her. So after settling them and kissing them, I decided to have a nice long bath before Pete came home.

This relaxed me and frankly I couldn’t be bothered to dress up so I just put a top and a wrap-around skirt on. I’d just come down and was bending over the oven when Pete came in. I felt a pat on my bottom and there stood my husband, saying, “Wow! Don’t you look good tonight!”
I was really taken aback and wondered whether he was kidding but he really meant it. We had our evening meal with him goggling at me. What was there about me that turned him on so? Afterwards, we put the dishes in the washer and he took me upstairs to the bedroom. “You look gorgeous,” he said, loosening my skirt and pulling down my underwear. Let me make love to you before I get too tired.”

He quickly undressed and we popped our naked bodies into bed where we made out. I hadn’t felt at all like making love but the effects of the warm bath and my husband’s affection appeared to give me new energy as my husband entered me and our bodies locked together as we rose to a climax. Afterwards I lay in my husband’s arms and we told each other the day we’d had. He said he was going to have a word with the kids about their behavior. I said I’d have a word with his boss about him coming home late so often!

Pete was soon asleep so I turned the light out and crept in beside him, still puzzled what had so turned him on. Never mind, I thought, I must try that again!

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After Bible Study Sex

9:23 pm blinks on the display of our bedroom clock. A firm shove on the front door squeaks the moisture swollen wood past the door frame. It’s fall again and the weather is wetter now in our climate. In another few seconds, the sounds of your shoes walking across the wood floors, the clink-clink of your keys in the dish on the buffet, and the steady thuds of your footsteps up the stairs will travel to me. You’re home late on Tuesdays. Men’s Bible Study night.

These nights are long ones for me.

Our children are anxious for you to return and it makes them more restless. Feeding them, corralling them into bed, and then cleaning up wipes me out most of these nights, especially while I’m pregnant. But my desire for you isn’t wiped out. Seeing you return home from Bible Study turns me on. I don’t know why churches don’t advertise that as a selling point for men’s Bible studies. I love that you prioritize your relationship with God and take time to study his Word even on nights when you’re beat from a long day at work. It feels like you are stretching a long, thick blanket of spiritual protection over our family, over us. It makes me feel safe. And tonight, it makes me feel as moisture swollen as that front door you pushed open a moment ago.  I want to feel you hard, thick, and pushing through me.  You’re not expecting me to be waiting for you up stairs. Usually I’m finishing up work or chores or finally taking the time to rest. But at 7 months pregnant, I’m all too aware that the blessing of our next child also brings a time of sleepless nights and weariness that will take a few months to wake up from. Tonight my hormones have the final say.

You would’ve laughed if you could’ve read my thoughts before you came in. I fussed over this wavy hair. Putting it down, pulling it up, trying so hard to tame the “mom” look out of it.  I settled on having my hair up in a high, loose chignon and tried to convince myself that my hairstyle won’t make or break my chances of coaxing a hard boner on you. I rummage through a few pajama choices and select a no obligations slip. There is a chance you’re too tired tonight and this dress sets just the right tone of possible intimate expectation. The innocent pale pink fabric stretches just snugly enough in two ribbon-edged triangles over my smooth, milk-laden breasts and darkening nipples. The dress is very form fitting now from this pregnant stomach, and it stops at a length just short enough to give you a flash of more intimate places when I bend over.  Waiting on the bed, I let my hands slide over my breasts and cup them. Definitely a handful now. Each hand gives the underlying nipple a simultaneous squeeze with two fingers, and I feel excitement stir as these nips stiffen and a small electric current flashes through my clit.

I quickly drop my hands and say “hi” as casually as possible when you enter the room.

“Hey” answers me as you stroll over and give me a kiss hello, something you’ve done every evening with few exceptions for the past 10 years of marriage.  You smell like rain.

“How was your day?” I ask trying not to sound too breathy. Be calm.

“Alright”. You sit on the bed and kick off your shoes. “Gotta shower”.

“Ok. Just…” pause, “make it fast.”

You cock your eyebrow and crease a half smile which relieves me. “Oh really?”  I know you’re up for fun now.

“And why’s that?” you tease, hoping to coax me to a blushing answer. I surprise you by giving you one.

“Because I’m wet for you to the point of being slushy”.

Your eyes follow my fingers downward as they round the curve of my stomach and then smooth the soft fabric taut over my pussy.  I linger at my vulva and look up at you.  You realize you’re staring.

“Well, get a move on then” I say with a smile in my voice.  Turning the tables on your teasing gives me a little more courage.  If only I could’ve had a drink first.  It’s silly how after 10 years, I still have secrets about what I want to do and show to you.   You shrug your green jacket to the floor and pull at your belt.  No shower tonight. I watch you unbuckle and drop your pants while my fingers continue exploring.  Parting my legs farther to give you an unobstructed view takes a Herculean amount of bravery, but I tilt my head back into the mound of pillows and slide my right hand under the triangle fold of fabric until I find a nipple and give it a firm twist.  A cloudy white tear drop appears from my nipple and the slickness it creates adds to the pleasure as I swirl it around the tip.  That electric sensation lights up between my thighs again.

You slide onto the bed next to me and take hold of my other tit.  Your larger hand massages my tit from the underside and squeezes up two more cloudy white beads of milk.   The back and forth motion of your thumb over the tip of my nipple makes me sigh and I speed up the circles I’ve been tracing over my clit.  The room is suddenly so quiet.  Why didn’t I think of music?  I slow down for a moment and open my eyes because I’m suddenly embarrassed by the sop, sop, sop sound coming from my now slick, sticky fingers as they switch to a faster back and forth motion on my clit.  The left side is always more sensitive for some reason.  But your other hand is reaching under your boxers and starting to jerk your hard on, confirming that you like where this is going.  I double down my effort on my masturbation display for you.  You angle your body over mine and warm up my tongue and lips with yours.  I respond by kissing back and rubbing faster.  You break the kiss first and let your mouth roam down to my tits.

Say it. Say it. Say it. races through my brain.

Deep sigh. Another deep sigh.

“Milk me” I whisper a little too softly.

“Hmm?” you ask, stopping for a second.  No going back now.

“Milk me, taste my milk.” I croon louder.

You push the thin straps of my slip down and massage my tits with both hands from base to nipple, and your mouth suctions up each extracted drop.  I moan at the double pleasure of having both breasts fondled at once.  I pull my knees up and apart and feel a coolness that comes from the additional exposure. My back arches and I step up the pace of my fingers across my clit still more.  There’s no trying to hide the wet, slick sound now or the sweet, tangy scent wafting in the room.  I think about your cock hard and veined.  I think about licking it from your balls, to the underside of the shaft, up to the tip.  I crave your taste and think about you pumping it inside of me.  If I had any plans about sitting on top of you, sliding you in and riding this orgasm home, they’re out the window now.  My clit is hard, bulging and I can feel my inner pussy getting soaked and swollen.  You are sucking at my nipples and freely touching my round stomach.  I like that you’re comfortable with that.  It gives me the reassurance to fully let go.  I cross past the point of no return and let the orgasm building cascade over into deep, gyrating pulsations spreading out from the epicenter of my clit.  Ohhhh. More.  My vulva is pulsating and I’m rhythmically thrusting my hips into the air, trying to fuck an invisible cock.

“Ohh. I’m cumming! Now!” I moan and writhe.

I’m pretty sure my face looks funny and scrunched while I cum.  You are sucking too vigorously to notice.  My fingers ease up their pressure so that my body jerks gentler and gentler with each spasm.  Beads of sweat break on my nose and I laugh when I realize how far I sank down between the pillows while cumming.  I practically have to dig myself out of them.

“How you doing down there?” you ask with a laugh and help me sit up.

“Good. And getting better.” I answer as I look at your hardness and think again about your taste.  “Your turn”.

You switch places with me, getting nice and comfortable against the pillows in a semi-reclined position.  I sweep up the loose strands of hair that shook free during my pleasure and swallow in anticipation.  You’re going to taste so good.

I crawl/waddle up you and kiss your mouth, lingering on your bottom lip.  A nibble on your ear lobe comes next. Then I move down your neck and stomach enjoying your scent as I go.  Guy Smell is the best way I can describe it.  Not strong enough to be musky or thick but undeniably male and you.   I like feeling the hair on your stomach against my cheek and I run my fingers down each side of your broad torso taking in the reminder of how different our bodies are, that yours is male and mine is female and we were made excite and delight each other.  I follow that hair down until your shaft touches my cheek.   You’re tenting your boxers.  I pull at the waist band and you lift up your tight, hot ass helping me draw the fabric away.  A drop of precum is apparent on the tip of your head and I lightly lick it off.  Getting into position over you is trickier with a basketball of a tummy in my way, but I prop myself up with one hand, spread your legs apart farther with the other and then scoop up your balls and gently stroke each one.  I like thinking about what’s inside them and where it will go.   I swirl my tongue in my mouth gathering extra saliva and part my mouth over your shaft.  The warm saliva coats you as I slide my mouth over your head.  You’re already so taut and stretching upward.  There isn’t a spare space of slack skin on your shaft. My vulva responds with arousal again.  My lips seal over your head and my tongue probes under the ridge, tracing from side to cleft in back to other side.  I draw more saliva around you and let it drip down your length lubing up right where the friction will build. Relaxing my throat, I take you down deeper making swirling circles with my tongue on the underside of your shaft and you slide in inch by inch.  I look up at you.  Your eyes are closed.  But if they were open, you’d see that I’m looking at you, pleasuring your full hard cock in my mouth and unashamed.  This is my pleasure too.

I take you as far as I can.  My chin feels the hairs from your ball sack and the tip of your head starts to probe a slicker, deeper part of my throat.  More saliva drips.  My thumb and pointer finger on my free hand encircle the base of your cock and follow my lips as I slide up and return to your head.  Take a breath.  A few strokes with my hand up and down your cock coat it completely in wetness.  I swirl my mouth down your cock again and add a few side to side twists with my hand.  I wonder how that motion feels as it snakes down your shaft.  The beginning is always slower for me.  I get used to feeling your length and girth fill up my mouth.  My throat adjusts to your cock penetrating it.  A slicker lubrication is drawn out from the back of my throat.  I feel like a slip ‘n slide for your dick.  I pump up and down and my hand follows, keeping your shaft gripped before I descend again.  I slide you in back and swallow so that my throat tightens on your tip.  Up and down, up and down, up and down.  My hand is covered in spit. My lips and mouth are drenched.  You can hear my breath cut short each time I plunge down on you.   Your hips start to trust against my down strokes.

“Hm-mm” I vocalize as best I can.  I don’t get much sound out before the head of your cock closes off my airway again.

Your balls become a bell weather for your excitement.  They draw up and your hips are rocking harder.  I can feel your length swelling more.  I move faster up and down.  Loose pieces of my hair shake free again and wick up the trails of spit.  I squeeze harder on your dick with my hand, looking for signs of pleasure crossing over to pain.  None so far.  My thighs are burning from supporting the weight of my abdomen and staying poised on you.  But I don’t have to wait long.  Your hand reaches down and touches my shoulder.  Your head is tilted back and mouth agape.  You look relaxed and tense at the same time.

“Yes,” escapes your lips, low and hoarse, and your hips more forcefully face fuck me while I sneak one last breath and plunge down on you.  You pump, pump, pump into the back of my mouth. A guttural sound, something between an “Ah” and a “Ungh” follows.  This is the part where I’m not sure if I should hold still and let your thrusting take over or if I should match you stroke for stroke.  I pause and lightly give you a few lip-sealed strokes.   Now I can taste you, salty, milky, like mild yogurt.  I relish the idea of your sperm squirming in my throat and stomach.  I slide up and off the top of your head and take a long swallow.  You are still and drained.  I’m breathing heavily catching up on some lost breaths.  I wipe my mouth with my hand and wipe my stroking hand against that not so innocent pink slip crumpled below my breasts.

You give me a sleepy smile and pull back the covers while I hit the light and crawl into bed next to you.  I roll over to my side and position a pillow between my knees, a pregnancy sleeping must. Swallowing the last traces of your taste, I make a few mental notes.  Maybe more fingertips against your thighs next time.  Though I’m tired, I stay awake for a little while.  I see 10:56 pm on the clock. Some nervous thoughts about upcoming labor keep me awake.  But eventually, sleep finds me.

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Unexpected Surprise Sex

It was a Saturday and the kids had a scheduled play date, Danny had to get some extra work done and so he headed in to the office. A friend called me and suggested I just drop the kids off for the play date and take some time to get caught up on moving in and cleaning up around the house and maybe just a little time for me to relax. I readily took her up on the offer but I had something else in mind. As soon as I got the kids dropped off, I drove home and started to prepare.

I knew Danny’s work office was fairly quiet on the weekends, even so, this was a Screen Shot 2014-08-03 at 10.35.33 PMlittle daring. But I thought he needed a nice surprise so I got dressed in a sexy revealing dress with nothing on underneath, hoped in the car and drove to his work. I had an hour. I arrived at his door, knocked and waited for him to answer. He came to the door and immediately I saw desire in his eyes. I cupped him in the crotch with one hand and around the head with another and drew him in for a big juicy kiss. I could feel him already rock hard and huge. I pushed him backward in toward his desk, jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He sat me up on the desk as we made out violently.

The door was still open. My pussy and butt were exposed to whoever walked by as I didn’t have anything on underneath. Just knowing we could get “caught” made the thrill even better. As we made out we had no concern for anything on the desk. Papers were getting wet with my pussy juice, leaving marks of this sexual encounter so later he could remember. I pushed him off and walked him around to his desk chair. I pushed him down and climbed on top continuing to kiss him. Then I pulled one boob out at a time letting him kiss and suck on them. They stayed out through the neck line of my dress. I hopped down and got on my knees under his desk. The desk was the kind where you couldn’t see anything from the front. I completely undressed for him and pulled his pants and underwear down and pulled him all the way up to the desk so it looked like he was still working but really was getting an awesome blow job from me underneath his desk.

No sooner had I done that, I heard a small knock on the door… It was a co-worker needing to ask a quick question. Danny was sweating from pleasure and was out of breath. I kept at it, taking turns between sucking him hard like a sucker and licking the top of his penis with my tongue while my hand stroked up and down taking care of the rest of the pleasure zones. I heard Danny try to answer and had to clear his throat. Then he started laughing. He quickly apologized and answered with a distracted remark.

“Oookkkaayyy…” the guy looked at him funny.

Suddenly Danny jolted because I had stroked a sweet spot. He gave the guy a look. The co-worker knew immediately what he had walked in to. His embarrassment was clear as he cleared his throat and said, I’ll leave you alone and shut the door. The door closed and I pushed Danny out the way and pulled him up. I pushed myself up against the window of his office and wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in to me. He thrust me with such deep and hard thrusts I had to scream.

There was so much pleasure in his beautiful body and enjoying it in such a public place. I was reminded in that moment once again how much I loved this sexy handsome man. My body climbed to a climax quickly and I welcomed it without reserve. Even as I tingled and jolted from the intense pleasure I let him keep going. He continued to thrust while I latched on to him and he picked me up and put me back on his desk. I turned around doggie style and he climbed up on the desk with me.

He thrust and thrust, my boobs swinging with the momentum slapping his hands as they held on near by. I was so wet.

He came hard from behind.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that today!” He said. I kissed him tenderly.

“I love you and couldn’t get you out of my mind,” I said. I got dressed, gave him another kiss and said, “have a good day at work,” with a mischievous smile. I headed out, knowing he was watching my booty as I left, imagining me naked all over again.

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Never the Wrong Time – Period Sex

I was aching for my wife all afternoon at work. As I pulled into the driveway I had already decided to attack her in the bedroom and make love to her. I was a little unsure of how it would turn out: my wife makes love crock pot style, she has a low drive and we had JUST had sex twice 4 days ago. I came through the door, did not even greet the dogs (sorry guys!) and met my wife at the door to our bedroom. I picked her up and kissed her face, lips and neck as I tackled her to the bed.

When she could get a word in edgewise she reminded me that she was on her period.

“I am sorry honey there is no vacancy,” she meant, referring to period sex.

But I did not let up. I know she won’t do intercourse while she is bleeding, but I needed her. She halfheartedly protested: “We have to be at your cousin’s house soon and we still need to pack for this weekend!” But her body did not resist and she began touching my chest and crotch: unbuttoning my shirt and squeezing my dick through my slacks.

I started to pull up her shirt, but she stopped me: “I’d like to stay dressed. Can you help me take off your shirt?”

I did, very quickly and before I knew it, I was completely naked, straddling her, kissing her as she squeezed my cock with one hand and tickled my testicles and sweet spot (right behind the nuts, but before the anus) with the other.

“Get something so I do not get messy!” She laughed as I moaned and writhed above her. Instantly I went to our dirty shelf and  fetched “The Black Towel” which is used exclusively for cleaning up cum. I was back on top of her without losing a beat.

Before cumming, my nuts jump up – even with my shaft instead of hanging down. When they did this, my wife pulled the towel up over her face as I shot load after load of cum across the towel covering her body. Each time, my penis thrust, her hand slid down my shaft pulling back my foreskin and a glob of semen flew across her body. I watched it transfixed, unable to think or move.

Not bad for period sex, with not enough time and no warning. It just goes to show that it is never the wrong time to make love to your spouse.

I love being married to my wife.

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Our First Kiss

 It was a crisp October night as the two looked into each other’s eyes. It was late and they were both tired, but going to sleep meant being apart, and although they both needed rest, neither wanted to be apart from the other. Neither had ever loved anyone as much as they loved each other, nor had felt as in love as they felt that night.

It was nearly six months earlier that they met. She was twenty-two, and he was twenty-three. Both had dated others, but their convictions and God’s protection had protected their virginities and their sexual innocence.

Within the first three months after meeting, they both grew to mean more to each other than they ever expected. They were in the midst of a fairy-tale romance that neither had experienced previously. All during this time, they kept any physical expressions of their budding love at bay. She had been hurt in a prior relationship that involved a modest degree of physical contact, and although God intervened in that relationship to protect her virginity and sexual innocence, that relationship left her extremely guarded in that area, determined to protect her heart and her purity.

Meanwhile he was falling deeply in love with her, and he valued their blossoming relationship so highly, that he was patient and sympathetic of her concerns. He too was a virgin and was committed to physical purity, but his would have been a quicker timeline. Yet because of his love for her and his respect for her dignity he gladly adopted her time line as his own. This woman, destined to be his soul-mate, already meant more to him than any desire he had for physical intimacies.

And so, their relationship grew, free from any sexual activity but with a growing sexual tension between them. Month after month they grew closer, with the mutual understanding that they would not start down the path of exploring each other’s sexualities. Although at the time they didn’t fully understand how this would affect their relationship, it allowed their hearts to grow close without the complications that sexual expression brings to a young relationship. With no need to give any mental or emotional energy to those things, no need to worry about what to do and how soon, or how things were being perceived by the other, they were free to devote all of their efforts and time to getting to know each other better, enjoying each other’s company, and falling in love. And so, their love for each other grew deeper each day.

They had known each other for six months and had dated that entire time. During those six months they grew to mean more to each other than anyone else ever had. They spent most of their available free time together. During the most recent two months they spent time together nearly every day. The question of what they would do during their discretionary time no longer needed to be asked or answered. They both assumed that they would spend all of their free time together, and they did. They both wanted it that way. Their relationship was growing deep roots that, even though unknown to them at the time, would hold them together for a lifetime.

It was a crisp October night as the two looked into each other’s eyes. It was late and they were both tired, but going to sleep meant being apart, and although they both needed rest neither wanted to be apart from the other. Neither had ever loved anyone as much as they loved each other, nor had felt as in love as they felt that night. They relaxed in the living room of her parent’s home. He reclined on the couch while she sat on the floor in front of him. They talked long into the night. Not about large memorable things, but rather just things that were on each of their minds. His jokes made her smile and his ability to share himself in conversation made her feel safe and comfortable. They spoke of concerns, and fears, of interests and shared experiences. They each expressed the wonderful love that they found in each other.

Her father snored quietly in his recliner a few feet away, having fallen asleep some time ago. Eventually their conversation diminished. The pauses between thoughts expressed grew longer. They starred deeply into each other’s eyes. The love they felt that night was not mere fleeting romance or momentary sexual tension. Rather it was rooted in half a year’s shared experiences. They had already laughed together and cried together, played together and prayed together, learned to support and encourage each other and to build each other up. It was in these things and others that the love they shared that night was rooted.

Finally their conversation ceased entirely. There was nothing left to say which seemed appropriate to the moment. They looked into each other’s eyes and both felt love from the other that neither ever experienced before. He reached forward and with his left hand gently touched her temple, pushing a few stray hairs back into place. He let his hand linger, caressing her temple, behind her ear, finally holding her cheek in his hand. Though innocent and non-sexual, this touch felt intensely intimate and yet completely comfortable to her. His touch left her feeling at ease, trusting, safe and secure.

Their lips parted slightly and their breathing increased. A desire for each other, present all evening, grew stronger. Kim looked into his eyes and saw his desire for her, but behind it saw a love like none she ever experienced.

Slowly Mark moved his hand from her cheek and cupped her chin gently. She responded not by pulling away but by allowing these intimate touches to continue. He saw love and desire in her eyes. His heart beat faster as this woman he loved more than any other allowed these intimacies to continue. He wanted to kiss her with every fiber of his being. Unknown to him, she wanted that every bit as much as he did.

He felt a bit lightheaded. He reached forward and touched her lips with the tip of his middle finger. Her mouth opened slightly as she breathed heavily. While looking into her eyes he slowly traced a circle around her lips with his finger. Her eyelids appeared to grow heavy, as they closed ever so slightly. Across her upper lip, back across her lower lip, and back again across her upper lip his finger lightly grazed.

She responded in kind by reaching her hand to his mouth and tracing across his lips with her finger. It thrilled him to have her respond to his touches with touches of her own. Her touches, like his, were light as the touch of a feather, and carried with them the thrill that comes only with shared openness and intimacy.

He dropped his fingers down away from her mouth, and took one final look deep into her eyes. He saw love, trust and a complete lack of concern. He tilted his head slightly to the side and leaned toward her imperceptibly. She did the same.

He closed his eyes as their lips touched for the first time. Her lips felt warm and soft to him as they engaged his. Her lower lip slipped briefly between his before they pulled slowly back from each other. They looked into each other’s eyes again momentarily. Both smiled loving smiles and brought their mouths together again, this time with a bit more urgency and passion.  His lips felt warm and moist against hers and the feeling made her heart stir.

They continued to kiss for several more minutes. A feeling of sexual excitement began to rise in them both. This was the first time they kissed, and the first time they stirred sexual arousal in each other. Although usually held beneath the surface, they lived with a low level sexual tension between them for months, and now, their first kiss brought it to the surface.

She had never experienced a kiss with this level of meaning, or excitement. Not a first kiss, not any kiss. She had looked forward to this for months, sometimes realizing it and sometimes not, and now, finally experiencing it, it felt wonderful in her body, and perfect in her heart. It was, without a doubt, worth the wait.

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The Kiss

have kissed my beloved Maggie just about everywhere … except in one special place.

Talking locations here, not parts of the anatomy.

There has never been a day since we first became “serious” daters and then married, that I have never kissed Mags. It may be a quick kiss on the lips for a hello or good-bye, a peck on the cheek or a long, tongue-swirling, eyes closed, lost-in-each-other kiss that leads to something else (or maybe not). Doesn’t matter. As long as I get to kiss my Maggie, the world is good. The sex is great; but the kisses are even better.

We kiss before and after each time we make love — seals our covenant to each other. We have kissed in churches, bedrooms, kitchens, cabins, hotels, hospitals,  restaurants, stadiums, in vehicles, planes and trains, on mountaintops, on the sea and underneath the sea. In the snow, in the rain, in the bright sunshine and every weather in between.

I have kissed Maggie every place that is important to me and us. Except one.

I met Mags after I graduated from college. I love my college and the experiences I had there. The setting at that university has always appealed to me and one place in particular. It is a triangle of large trees, grass, benches and walkways in the middle of campus. It is your typical campus green.

The sidewalks from all four directions meet at the center and the area is bracketed at the ends by stone arches and campus buildings on both sides.  There is an outdoor auditorium in one corner and a large stone bell tower in the other. Each day it is full of students, especially on the warm days.  It is the center of the university life and especially in the fall, when the leaves turn color, there is no better place to walk, sit, read or just be.

To me, it is also the most romantic place on campus. It is a place that I have always wanted to kiss the woman of my dreams. While I dated several wonderful women in college (some who are still friends to this day), I never felt like sharing that moment with them. To be fair, they probably didn’t want to share it with me either.

For years, that is where I wanted to kiss Maggie. But schedules, life, jobs, family, and all of the above interfered. We could never get away at the one time in the fall where it would be the most beautiful. Until this year. Mags and I decided we would attend homecoming at my university this year — go Friday and watch the parade and football game on Saturday. Mags was a good sport about all of this, but she refused to wear the school colors (she attended the rival university).

Planning romantic interludes is one of my favorite things — and I love to surprise Maggje with them. This was going to be one of those times.

We arrived at the university Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel and then went to dinner at a restaurant nearby campus. With it being homecoming week, the community was in a celebratory mood. The campus sat only a few blocks between the restaurant and hotel. It gave us a chance to walk, hand in hand, to the restaurant.

It was a beautiful October night, the smell of autumn was in the air and the moon and stars in the clear dark sky. As we headed out of the restaurant, we walked on the outside border of the campus, which led directly to the hotel. As we moved closer to the stone arch that led to the center of the campus, I said to Mags, “Let’s take a walk through the campus, we’ve never done that before.” Maggie shrugged her agreement and said, “If you want to, even though it is dark.”

We turned left, entered through the stone arch entryway and started walking towards the campus center, hand in hand.  As we walked, the memories of that special place in the fall came flooding back to me. I could see the campus buildings, the lights along the walkways shining onto the trees, hear the quiet of the campus. It was perfect.

As we walked, I told Maggie about the importance of the campus center and what it meant to me. I told her that I had walked this way through the campus on the way to class through rain, snow, and bitter January winds. I told how the students gathered here for pep rallies, study halls and hangout time.

Maggie looked at me with a quizzical, almost bored, look on her face and said, “You are telling me this why?”

We had reached the point where the sidewalks joined, we were at the center of the campus green. This was the place. We stopped and I put my arms around her.

“I am telling you this,” I said looking into her eyes, “because this is an important place to me. My entire time on campus and afterwards, I wanted to do one thing at the spot with the most important person in the world. And that is you.”

I brought Maggie close and kissed her deeply. Taken back at first, she return the heartfelt kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for what seemed to be an eternity.

Finally, Mags pulled back and looked at me with a smile.

“So you are telling me that there was not one girl in college you ever tried to kiss at this spot?”

“Nope,” I said kissing her on the nose.

“Why not?” she persisted.

I pulled Maggie close and whispered, “Because none of them ever measured up.”

Maggie let out a gasp, grabbed me around the neck and squeezed. “Whoa….you truly are my man of mystery,” she whispered.

I kissed my wife once again, long, deeply and with great passion.

We went back to the hotel then. We didn’t make it to the parade or the game the next day. You could say we were “preoccupied.”

And while all of those moments were beautiful; they couldn’t top the night I kissed my beloved in that special place.

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Kissing Sex

He kissed me.

“Soul meets soul on lover’s lips,” Percy B. Shelley, English poet

My husband loves me; what more can I ask for? He provides for our family; he works hard every day—often from early in the morning into early in the evening; he is an engaged father to the children; he is our protector; my best friend and yes—my dear groom.  I would be so lost without him.

“Oh, they loved dearly; their souls kissed; they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.” Heinrich Heime, German poet.

I love when my husband kisses me. What an honor and privilege. After 17 years of marital bless, I still get tingles all over when my husband plants one on me. It doesn’t matter where his lips meet my flesh; the end result is always the same. He drives me wild with his those soft lips, his warm breath and gentle tongue. He really knows how to take his bride to the next level—and I adore him for it!

Being with him sexually is such a God-given gift and indeed a taste of how it will be for eternity. One of our favorite things to do is for me to stand naked in front of him while he is fully clothed. I crave the raw sexuality of this experience. Observing the impact my naked body has on my beloved never ceases to amaze me. The object of this experience is for me to stand there staring at him in the nude and we say nothing. Our eyes do the communicating. Nor are we allowed to touch ourselves for this little game. The object is to see who can last the longest before our marital passion overwhelms us in raw marital heat.

Standing naked in front of my fully clothed man makes me feel so vulnerable and so wanting of his hot body. Sometimes we last for 5 minutes before we are kissing and I am rubbing his hard cock through his jeans; other times I am standing there for 20 minutes or more watching his eyes drink in my body. And just standing there in the nude, just out of arms reach, seeing his breathing increase and his manly bulge growing in his pants, really makes me feel special. What an amazing gift that my body has this powerful effect of my man. And to his credit, often times, his eyes are not zeroed in on my breasts or pussy. Not that there is anything wrong with him gazing upon my most private parts because they are his, after all. It’s just the sweetness and honesty of his seeing my nakedness and my vulnerability while he is fully clothed, seeing how long we can last before we jump one another and reaffirm our passionate spiritual and physical love as man and wife.  We marvel how nature takes over after this intense visual foreplay bringing us together yet again.



The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” Emil Ludwig, German biographer

After standing naked in front of my husband as his eyes devour me; I feel the sweat beading upon my breasts and my breathing increase. The anticipation of what is to follow overwhelms my man and I. When he can stand it no longer, often times he will further delay the inevitable by running those sweet gentle lips of his all over my body as I continue to stand.

Tilting my head back offering myself to him, he slowly brushes his lips and tongue gently under my chin and down my throat. My man sure knows how to fine tune his wife’s body. I feel the wetness increasing between my legs as his lips continue gently exploring the contours of my body. Part of me wants to push him to the bed and go crazy on him; yet another part of me doesn’t want him to stop what he is doing. My man is adoring his precious beloved and I don’t want him to stop. I am his sexual goddess right now and my spirit and body are craving his special attention. His lips are so gentle, his breath so hot, and his big strong hands are gently molding and stroking the cheeks of my ass while he works. I’m such a lucky girl to be loved like this!

Our height differential has its benefits. As his mouth gently works its way south, he is able to drop to his knees and still work me. As his hands continue gently kneading and massaging my ass, his mouth works its way to my right breast. My nipples are now engorged for his suckling pleasure and as he gently takes in into his mouth; I am suddenly aware of his finger slowly, gently, working its way to my tight little bum hole. He knows this drives me crazy. As his mouth clamps tighter around my now fully erect strawberry sized nipple, his finger finds its way into the opening of my bum.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm K, you are making me feel soooooo good right now. Sooooooo good,” I purr to him in a lowered voice, my eyes closed and my head tilted back. My first orgasm rapidly building deep between my legs and his finger gently working its way up my tight ass.

As my hips gyrate and my knees start to weaken (I want him so bad right now) my man lets my nipple plop out of his mouth (I love that sound which resembles sucking on a big lolli) as he switches breasts and clamps down on my left nipple. He knows this nipple has always been the most sensitive as he gently bites and nibbles and before long the first orgasm overtakes me.

“Oh…Oh…Oh honey, I am cuuuuuuuuuuuming! Soooooooooooo good babe, so gooooooood, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm; “I deeply moan while clamping both arms around my husband as tight as I can.

When this orgasm finally subsided, I begged for mercy.

“Oh babe, take off your clothes please, take off your clothes and let’s make love right now, I can’t wait any longer!”

Yet my man can also be a stinker when he wants to. Who said most men don’t have much control? My man sure does when he wants to prolong the anticipation!

Coming down from this orgasm, while I’m still standing there naked with my husband on his knees; K. takes both of my breasts into his hands and starts to gently knead and massage them. Slowly and lovingly; just as I like it. Taking his time, he is so gentle. And as I close my eyes enjoying the sensations of his large strong hands upon my titties, I feel his warm mouth working its way further south. I am at his mercy now—and loving it. As he gently molds my titties in his hands and runs his fingertips along the sides of them; I feel his tongue drop below my navel and trace its way down along the soft peach fuzz that connects my belly button to my bush. He calls it my “pleasure trail.”

“Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; then to that twenty, add one hundred more: a thousand to that one hundred: so kiss on, to make that thousand up a million. Treble up that million, and when it is done, Lets kiss afresh, as when we first begun.” Robert Herrick, English poet.

Oh how I love my man. He slowly takes his hands off my breasts and traces my arms until his hands find mine and we clasp them together. As the goosebumps become more prominent upon my thighs, I know what is going to happen next. That hot mouth of his has traced my peach fuzz pleasure trail down to the top dark hairs of my prominent love triangle. Another way I am blessed by my husband is how he adores my natural lush bush. Sure, I keep it neatly trimmed for him, yet he loves how naturally fluffy it is, so it’s easy for me to maintain for him. We are still holding hands, I’m still standing naked with him on his knees as he starts rubbing his mouth and face through my bush. It is dripping now and he continues to grind my thick pubic hair with his face and mouth. I love watching and feeling him do this to me and after several minutes of this pleasure; his tongue slowly makes it way to hungry lips of my pussy.

“You taste so good, babe. I love how sweet and wet your pussy tastes on my mouth, Kay. You have an awesome pussy, don’t you? Let me hear you say you have a sweet hairy pussy.”

Obediently I reply “Yes babe, your wife has a sweet hairy pussy. I love how you make me feel when you eat me out babe. You feel sooooo good. Please don’t stop stud.”

In pure bliss as my husband continues feasting between my legs, mercifully he stops and stands up facing me and plants a deep wet kiss on me. I wrap my arms tightly around him and grind against his crotch kissing him back with all I’ve got. I taste my pussy on his lips and his tongue. I taste so good on his mouth and I tell him so.

“Ooooo hon, I taste my pussy on your mouth, I taste soooooo good! I love tasting my pussy on your lips! Mmmmmmm, I can’t wait much longer to feel you inside me…”

As we continue passionately kissing one another, my beloved suddenly picks me up and carries me to our bed. He is so strong and so romantic. I didn’t see this coming and he gently places me on my back. He quickly takes off his clothes as our eyes remain locked upon one another, however this time, he keeps staring at my pussy. I’ve got what he wants he’s got what I need.

When he peels down his boxers unleashing his powerful tool, I switch positions to lie sideways and reveal my secret world to him. He is really hard tonight, looks bigger and sexier than usual. I can’t wait to take him in!

As my man mounts me, he says the most romantic thing: “Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burndt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Kay, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies! Come Kay, give me my soul again; Here is where I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips…”

Tears flood my eyes as his lips reached mine and he enters me.  Even with his dick slowly exploring my pussy, I am more aware of his sweet eyes and the romance of our kissing. Neither of us spoke while we loved. We continued to kiss and felt a deep connectedness to each other. At this point it was impossible to give any more to one another as we were so closely connected spiritually and physically. Our eyes were deeply locked together; our mouths were pressed together; his penis was deep inside my pussy, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders and mine were clamped around his neck with my legs firmly wrapped around his hips. I continued riding him like this and didn’t want it to stop. Such pure oneness and marital ecstasy.

Tears were still streaming down my cheeks, “Oh honey, thank you for being my man and for loving me. I love you so much and can’t live without you” I said to him as he continued to make love to me.

“Thank you babe,” my husband replied. “You are my soul mate and kindred, Kay. I can’t live without you. Never leave me please, never leave me.”

We continued to kiss and stare deeply into each other’s brown eyes when I felt his first twitch from deep inside my body. Knowing he was about to shoot his load put me over the edge.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, I feel you babe, I feel you. Let it go, let it go…mmmmmmmmm it feels so good. I am cuming, I am cuming! Can you feel me babe? Cum with me K, cum with me please, agggggghhhhhhhhhhh, oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, so good so good, I love you babe!!!”

Yes, we climaxed together and it was wonderfully intimate and blissly beautiful. And we couldn’t stop kissing; I didn’t want this moment to end. We felt so close and so connected; it was a very magical moment.

As we finally broke off and he lay down next to me for our post lovemaking cuddle (oh how I love cuddling with my man afterwards), he reached under the pillow and handed me a beautiful pink note card. Not sure what to think and watching him smile at me, I opened it up and immediately recognized his manly handwriting and cologne:

“A kiss is something you cannot give without taking and cannot take without giving.” (author unknown)

“A kiss is the shortest distance between two,” Henny Youngman, American comedian

“Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words,” Margaret Mitchell, American writer

And with that, I threw myself on top of him, grabbed his hands, my breasts hanging atop his chest, and starting kissing him again until he was ready for round two…

Kay & K.

 

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Honeymoon Adventures

My wife and I both made decisions to wait until we were married before first having sex. Although it wasn’t easy, we managed to make it! You can imagine how excited we were to finally enjoy each other’s bodies, something we’d looked forward to most of our lives.

We honeymooned on the big Island of Hawaii on the Kona coast. Although we’d spent our first two nights as a married couple on the mainland, we just couldn’t get enough of each other. Our first full day in Hawaii, we never even left our hotel room. We spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, discovering what brought each other the most pleasure. Being that her body wasn’t yet accustomed to sex, intercourse wasn’t the primary activity. I’d try to discover how to bring her to climax without intercourse or clitoral stimulation. It didn’t happen often (we really didn’t know what we were doing then), but it was so much fun.

What seemed to be the most exciting and fun was finding open and exposed places to have intimate contact. During the day when swimming in the ocean, we’d often wade out to where no one was around. I’d pull my trunks down and she’d slide the bottom piece of her bikini to the side to give me access. Due to our inexperience and the saltiness, it wasn’t really a pleasurable experience, but the excitement of privately being connected in this intimate way with the spring sun warming our skin was exhilarating. Eventually we’d get more confident and fully remove our bottoms and experience full contact, exploring each other’s lower bodies in the daylight. We’d be far enough out that if someone began to make their way toward us, we’d have plenty of time to slip our bottoms back on without giving away our secret.

Every night after dinner, we’d take and extended walk in the moonlight. We’d meander through the gardens and eventually make our way to the beach. Our last night in Hawaii, we discovered a fairly remote section of the beach where we could sit on the rocks and take in the view. My wife surprised me after a short conversation by discretely slipping off her panties giving me full access to her under her long but loosely fitting dress. I put her panties in my pocket and we found a larger rock that I could lean my back against. She leaned back onto my chest and we had full view of the beach and anyone who might come our way. She reaches behind her and unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect penis. I’ll admit, we wouldn’t have scored any points for style, but I barely managed to penetrate her without it looking like we were having sex. Within a few minutes, I climaxed. It felt amazing to experience this connection in adventurous ways.

Now that many years have passed, we rarely take these kinds of risks. The sex is certainly better, but on occasion, she’ll tell me at a fancy dinner that she removed her panties while in the ladies room. On those occasions, we’ll skip desert and hurry back to the hotel or our home!

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The Keeper – Woman Prays for the One

The Keeper – The first time I saw my husband, I was twenty – two years old I knew that he would be the keeper. He would be the man I would marry.  For years I prayed that God would show me who I would marry, I prayed that it would be like a bolt of lightening.  I would try to pretend that the men I previously dated would do, but none of them were the keeper.  I tried to convince myself so much that I had given up dating and believing that marriage was in my future.

I had sex with man after man at this time of my life. Finally, I humbled myself and realized that I needed to allow God to run my life and that if I was to marry, God would send the keeper.  I folded my hands and I promised that the next time I had sex would be with the man I married.  Then one day I saw him, he walked right past my table, and I knew, it was just like a bolt of lightening, only in my heart that radiated through my whole body.  I saw him again the next day and we struck up a conversation, it turns out that we were both supposed to work at the same company in Japan, but at the last minute plans changed, I changed careers, and he found a more lucrative option here in the states.

From that day forward we were never apart, then a month later we were out with friends and he asked me,”Will you marry me?”

All my life I waited for the man of my dreams to propose and he finally did.  I agreed and we were married that next month at the Justice of the Peace.

We did not have sex until our wedding night, we took a walk along the beach to watch the beautiful sunset, it was cold that evening, freezing, and we brought along blankets and champagne.  As we sat watching the sunset, I thought back to a youth group meeting where the leader said, “If you pray God would return your virginity, truly ask his forgiveness, because those of you who have been sexually active, you are like a piece of duct tape, once you stick it to so many things, it loses it’s effectiveness, and that is how your sexual experience will be, but pray to God and he will return those feelings of the first time.”

That is exactly what I did, I prayed that God would give me the opportunity to experience this first time with my husband as if it really was my first time.  As we strolled to a more secluded location, he kissed me and it was one of those kisses that makes you feel warm, a heat that radiates and pulses through your body.  We continued to kiss and he pressed his body against mine, and I felt his penis getting hard, I was breathless.

I had never felt like this before, I wanted to stop time but also speed up to get to the lovemaking.  He continued to kiss me and I whispered to “the keeper”,  “I could come just from your kisses.”  He said, ‘Well I plan to do more than kiss you, so I guess you are in trouble.’

Then we lay down in the sand, him on top of me and his penis was throbbing it was so hard I could not wait to get my hands on it.  He rolled off me and we took off our clothes, and I saw him and he saw me and it was beautiful.  I felt like Adam and Eve.  I took his penis in my hands and stroked it; I love it when he moans.  I then straddled him and rubbed his penis on my vagina, I was so wet, it was electric, I was in a daze.

He told me to wait and asked me to straddle his face.  Oh wow, his tongue felt so delicious against my vagina slipping in and out, never have I ever felt like that.  I sucked his penis.  We rolled over and he took each of my breasts in his hands and sucked each nipple diligently as if it were the key to life.  My vagina was blazing and I practically screamed, ‘Please put it in me.’

He happily obliged, and as soon as his penis crested the lips of my vagina, Oh my!  That was the most amazing feeling.  I asked him to take it out and put it in again.  This was how sex was supposed to feel, I felt lost in the intense pleasure, and he kept going.  It didn’t seem like we could get enough of each other.  As he was sliding his penis deeper and deeper into my vagina, I felt a welling inside of me; I had orgasm from intercourse.  What a release!  It was as if my body had given all it had and wanted to end the fight as all of the love I had for this man was welling up and released like a cork.  He pulled out and started licking me.

He continued to penetrate me with his tongue when I was coming again. I always had to masturbate to reach orgasm.  He put his penis back inside of me and the last final thrusts he came beautifully inside of me. I loved everything, the weight of his body, the smell of his sweat.

Twelve years later, my favorite feelings of sex with my husband is the initial entry and the feeling of being full of his semen.  I am getting hot just thinking about this. I think I am going to masturbate now and be hot as hot for the keeper when he gets home for lunch.

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