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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Perfectly Sexy – Both of us were virgins

Edward and I were just married.  Everything was perfect that day.  It was Valentine’s Day and our honeymoon. I was so excited.

He carried me into our room. We had gotten two separate rooms.

“I’ll call you when I’m ready,” I said winking at him. I jumped into the shower to shave my legs. When I was done I got in my new lingerie. It was a black lace bikini showing off everything underneath teasingly. It was perfect.

I called him in. His eyes glued to me.

“Sit down,” I told him.

I started doing a dance. I started  by teasing him while playing with my cleavage.  I bent over in front of him with my butt in his face.  I gave him a sneak peak of what he was going to get. The rest of the dance made my buddy (his penis) pop up in his pants, but I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

I layed him down on our bed and started kissing him. I whispered in his ear to sit back while I explored. My hands took of his shoes and socks. I started kissing every part of bare skin exposed on him.  Then I moved to his shirt. I traced his abs as he groaned.  My hole was warm and wet. I kissed along his pant line. I slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off.

“What’s under here?” I asked him.

“Why don’t you find out?” he teased. I rolled him over and took off his boxers. I kissed his butt as he sighed. I was about to blow with an orgasm.  I slowly turned him over. My buddy was waiting for me. I licked my buddy all over until he gave out juice.

“Your turn,” Edward said.

I lay down. He kissed me from my forehead until he got to my boobs. He took off my bra.

“Wow,” he said. He licked around the outside. I was about to orgasm.

He continued by tracing every line on my top half. He grinned mischievously as he reached his hand into my thong. He slowly slipped it off. I spread my legs open for him. I was soaking. He slipped two fingers into me and then licked them. “Ready,” he told me.

He lay down. My heart was racing. We were both virgins. I kneeled above him. I felt my buddy. I put my hole right above it. I slowly pressed down. I felt a lot of pressure. Without thinking I started humping him. I moaned. He hit my G-spot. My body jolted. At the same time we released our liquids of cum. I was almost jumping up and down on his 7 incher.  I sighed, “your turn” to him.

I kneeled with my butt in the air. He got on his knees and felt around for my hole. I guided my buddy to it. I groaned, “harder.” Finally juice was dripping on our bed.

“Let’s go shower,” I panted. I wanted to try oral sex.

I turned on the shower hot and we both jumped in. I started massaging his balls. I could feel it harden. I slowly put it in my mouth. I was sucking on it. It was heaven.

“Harder!” he almost yelled.

When I was done I played on the ground with the water on my stomach and my butt in the air. He dove down and licked around the brim of my hole. I knew another orgasm was coming. As it went he groaned and put his tongue into me.

The rest of the night was AMAZING. Thanks!

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Honeymoon Part 2

My honeymoon experience with my husband, Michael, was definitely an interesting one. The night before we had to catch our plane, I gave my husband a blow job, a first for us both. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that he would be ready to return the favor. When we got to our room, he did the same thing as he had done the last time. He made me put my stuff down and swept my feet out from under me, carrying me into the room over the threshold before grabbing our stuff and bringing it in. He insisted that I not take our bags into the bedroom, and made me sit on the couch and wait. While he did so, I stretched out on the couch. When he came back in, I sat up, allowing him to take the seat next to me. When he did, I didn’t want to waste time, so I leaned over and kissed him. Once he got into it, I grabbed the sides of his face.

“I should probably take a moment to, uh, freshen up,” I told him, standing up and grabbing a lingerie set and nightie without him seeing before going into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge. But that’s beside the point. He had already put our shampoo in the shower, and our toothbrushes and toothpaste on the counter.

My first choice was to take a quick shower. After I had successfully washed the plane smell out of my hair and off of my body, I did a little bit of personal grooming. Then, I got out and blow dried my hair. I brushed my teeth and put on the lingerie set I had brought in from my suitcase and put the nightie on over it. I cracked open the door, seeing him sitting on the bed reading a book. I opened the door wide enough for me to slip out and shut it quietly, making sure to be as quiet as possible so as to surprise my new husband. I walked over to the bed and immediately sat astride him.

“Oh, hey baby, did you have a nice—oh,” he cut off, looking up at me to see that I was barely clothed. His eyes almost popped out of his head.

I took the book he was holding and put it on the nightstand next to the huge bed. I noticed as his breathing sped up and his face became flushed. His eyes wandered up and down my body, lingering as his eyes swept down to my breasts, and then again when they reached my scantily clad heat, covered only by a layer of white lace. I watched as he bit his bottom lip and heard his breath hitch in his throat. He brought his eyes back up to mine, his pupils blown wide. I cupped his face and kissed him. He moaned into the kiss as we began to make out. He ground up into my barely covered heat and I realized just how hard he had gotten. I groaned as his cock rubbed against me. I broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. I then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. I got off of him and pulled off his pants and boxer briefs. I reached for his impressively sized cock, only to have his hand stop me.

“No,” he said. I looked at him questioningly. “I just want my first orgasm in this bed to be inside of you,” he whispered, seemingly embarrassed, his cheeks becoming a light shade of pink. I smiled. How could he make that sentence sound so innocently sweet? “But, I would like to pleasure you. I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he blushed.

I felt my face flush this time, and a shock ran through my core, soaking my panties as he ran his hand across my cheek, gently caressing me. I nodded, unable to form words as my arousal grew. He gently pulled me up from off of my knees and had me lie down. He leaned over me and kissed me passionately, running his hand over my silk clad body. He pulled out of the kiss and tugged at my nightgown.

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” He smirked at me. He pulled it over my head, his eyes immediately traveling down to lock on my breasts. His confidence faltered slightly at the sight of my almost exposed breasts in a white lace bra. “Oh, wow,” he breathed looking up at me.

He leaned down and kissed me again, moving so that he was over me, his hips resting in between my legs. For a while, we stayed like that, grinding and making out like horny teenagers. I finally took some initiative and grabbed one of his hands, moving it up and resting it on my right breast. He moaned softly into my mouth, his hand starting to gently knead my breast. He pulled out of the kiss, and moved his hand around to work at the clasp of my bra. He struggled with the clasp, finally getting it undone after about a minute. He pulled my bra off and stopped his movement, staring at my chest, his normally bright green eyes darkened to an almost black color. He then ran a hand over my left breast, brushing his thumb lightly over my nipple, causing it to harden almost immediately. He moved his mouth down to be level with it, and stuck his tongue out, lightly flicking my nipple. I felt the sensation rush down to my core immediately. He then covered my nipple with his mouth, his other hand moving up to tweak my other one. I tangled my fingers into his soft blond hair, my lips parting as my breathing began to speed up. He then switched over to my other breast, suckling as if his life depended on it. He then shocked me by gently biting down, causing me to gasp. He moved the hand that was working at my other breast down to my core, his fingers running over the soft material.

“D-did I make you wet?” He murmured, looking up at me, his eyes filled with shock.

I only nodded, not being able to find my voice. He went to remove my panties, his fingers gently tugging at the sides as he slid them down my legs. He moved down so that his face was level with my heat. He ran a finger over my slit, causing me to whimper. His finger caught on my clitoris, drawing a moan from my lips. He looked up at me, his bottom lip held between his teeth. He pressed harder against my clit, rubbing in slow circles. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips.

My eyes shot open, a groan leaving my lips as I tangled my fingers in his hair. I pressed his face to my core, feeling him stick his tongue out and run it up and down my slit. He then French kissed my entrance, slipping his tongue inside. I felt him chuckle against me as my body tensed in reaction to this, causing me to flood his tongue with my juices. He then switched his fingers for his mouth, sucking on my clit. My hips arched up off of the bed. He ran his fingers around my entrance, looking up as if to ask permission. I nodded, biting on my lip. He stuck one finger inside of me. I let out a throaty groan at the foreign sensation. He began to pump his finger in and out of me. I could feel my stomach beginning to tighten, and I began to clench around his finger. My hips ground into his face more fervently, and he just intensified his motions. He groaned against my clit when I roughly pulled on his hair, and that’s what threw me over the edge. He stopped his assault on my clit, continuing to slowly pump his finger in and out until I appeared to be finished.

I then wasted no time, tugging gently on his hair to signal him to come up and he pressed his lips to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. He broke the kiss, and I watched as he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked off my juices. I pulled him back in for another kiss, and he moved back in between my legs. I could feel his cock throbbing as he pressed his hips down into mine. He reached down to grip himself, lining his tip up to my hole.
I could sense his confidence falter, his eyes reflecting how nervous he was about this.

“Are you sure th-that you r-really want to do this? I mean, we don’t have to do this t-tonight. We c-could always wait until tomorrow,” he stuttered, his eyes peeking out at me from behind his blond fringe. I felt my heart swell with affection and love for this beautiful, shy man that God has given me.

“Michael, I don’t think that there is anything else on this Earth that I could possibly want more than I want this,” I whispered to him, caressing his cheek. His eyes closed as he pressed into my hand.

“O-okay. But if you want me to stop, at all, just tell me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you in any way,” he whispered back, pressing forward into me.

As soon as his tip was inside of me, he groaned, looking down at my face for any sign of discomfort. When he saw none, he kept pushing into me. He finally reached a point where he felt resistance, and pushed forward with more pressure. I gasped, and arched up slightly, the feeling being highly uncomfortable. He stopped, looking down at me with worry filled eyes.

“I’m fine, love. I’m just going to need a moment to adjust,” I told him, trying with all I had to keep my voice steady. He stayed for about a minute before I gave him a nod.

“Okay, I’m going to put the rest of it in,” he whispered into my ear.

“There’s more?” I said, slightly shocked that it wasn’t all the way in yet. I felt so full.

His face flushed a deep crimson as he said, “Y-yeah, I’m, uh, only about half way in,” my eyes widened at this, as I saw a slight half smile take over his lips.

He continued to push into me, and when he finally bottomed out, he stilled. I bucked my hips up to let him know that he could move, and he began to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace. I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he began to place kisses all over it, gently sucking and nipping at the skin, no doubt marking me as his. I moaned out rather loudly, spurring him on and making him move faster. He was moaning into my ear, stirring a deep need in me that I didn’t know existed, and I knew then that I would never ever tire of hearing him make those sounds.

After only about five minutes, he had us both panting, moaning messes. I moved my eyes down to where our bodies were meeting, and as I heard him let out a loud, throaty groan, I looked up to see him staring down at the same place, his eyes locked on the sight. He then began to thrust even faster, his breathing picking up speed as well. I could feel my climax rapidly approaching, but I wanted to hold it back and wait for my husband as well. He threw his head back and cried out loudly, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open wide. He had sweat dripping down the sides of his face, and his fringe had been stuck to his forehead. I could see the flush that had spread from his cheeks down to his neck and upper chest. Moans began to fall from his lips endlessly, the only thing that stopped him was when he would gasp for breath. He began to chant my name, along with the word yes, letting out the occasional whimper. My climax was now inevitable. I began to clench around his cock. I could feel him hardening inside of me with each thrust.

“L-Lexi, baby, I’m not going to be able to last much, oh shit! I can’t hold it anymore, baby! Oooh, Lexi, I, I’m gonna—“ his words were cut off by my climax, his hitting him right after, the feeling of me clenching around him and the sight of my face screwing up as I came being too much.

He tried to ride it out as best as he could, his hips jerking against mine in an almost desperate manner. He was letting out sounds that I didn’t think it was possible for him to make. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, as did his. The feeling we experienced as we came together was amazing. I felt as if my body was melting into his as we became one flesh. I remember tears running down my cheeks at the feeling.

When we finally came down, he flopped down next to me and tried to catch his breath. I could hear the slight wheeze in his gasps for air, and I reached over his body to grab his inhaler. I handed it to him and he immediately used it. He set it down next to him again, and then turned to face me. He saw the tears on my face and began to panic.

“Lexi, baby, oh no, have I, have I hurt you?” he stumbled over his words, his hand reaching up to wipe my tears away. I could see his eyes welling up slightly, the thought of hurting me being unbearable to him.

“No, absolutely not! I just, I love you, Michael. I love you so much,” I panted out, still trying to get a hold on my breathing. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Oh, thank God. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I had hurt you,” he let out a nervous laugh. He then pulled me into him, kissing me passionately. I rolled over on top of him, and began to kiss him fervently. I felt him begin to harden underneath me again.

That night, we ended up having sex one more time, and getting each other off orally as well. I had three orgasms collectively, and Michael didn’t stop until I had come before him each time. I love him so much and I thank God for putting him into my life every single day.

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IT WAS WORTH IT.

I can’t even remember the first time I saw him. I really wasn’t interested in men (I liked them but I just felt like they were all Screen Shot 2015-02-08 at 3.02.13 PMfailures.) the only man I wanted was GOD because I knew he would never fail. So my life consisted of going to church and work. I put my whole heart into serving GOD I was so passionate about him then all of a sudden I noticed him. Ray.

At first I noticed that he was as passionate about GOD as I was,then I noticed that he was a good man,then I noticed how attractive he was. Before I knew it we were so attracted to each other on both the spiritual realm and the physical. I wanted him.  So much so that in the months of our courtship  we distanced ourselves from each other only settling for been together publicly because we both knew that if we were alone we would have sex out of wedlock. We were so hot for each other, we had to constantly fan the flame we shared because it had the potential to burn us.Those months were so hard to handle. The heat that was growing between us was thick. He would be standing behind me in a line and I would just close my eyes and imagine me Bent over and him pounding me from behind with his balls slapping my fat ass as my cunt opened and closed as he forced himself in and then pull out. Whenever we made eye contact I saw the animalistic need in his eyes. It was as if He was telling me all the sexy desires he had about me with those eyes. If looks could move me I’d be on my back with my legs spread at a ninety degree angle. every were his eyes wondered on my body felt like a caress. Oh how my nipples ached for his tongue.

When the wedding finally came around I just wanted it to be over so we could go home. I constantly had to cover my cunt with my hands in order to keep it from jumping with too much excitement. My pussy cat was so out of control it needed a dog to “beat” it up badly. The whole day I had to smile and pretend to be a lady while knowing in my mind that I’m a freak. The moment we stepped in the limo to head home it was on. I sat I front of Ray and opened my thighs and ran my hands up and down them while looking deeply in his eyes. “This is yours to put kisses all over” then I rubbed my already wet panty and said “this is also yours to spew your cum all over.” By this Ray was off his seat and heading to me but I pushed him back down and said “easy now boy we got all night and I’m gonna make sure that I’ll leave you panting before you travel down this hole with your bulldozer.”

And with that he smiled and sat back with his eyes looking at me intently. He watched me as I rubbed myself and purred like the contented kitten. Ray asked “what shall I do” I looked at him with a smile and said ” I’m so glad you asked, I want you to take out your dick and let me watch you play with it ” he was surprised. Pleasantly surprised to know that this was coming from his sweet virginal young wife. The scene was so intoxicating, I had so much planned for the first night but I couldn’t wait I needed to ride him now. I didn’t even stop to take him in my mouth after all i was sure my pussy would do a better job of swollowing his cock. As I mounted him I looked in his eyes and said “do you remember when I told you that I would like to ride a stallion one day?” He said “yes” then I said “good cuz I was really talking about you” and with that I slowly went down on it. Oh GOD it hurted and felt so good in one as all his manhood was swallowed by my gready cunt I threw my head back as a moan ripped out my thought.

Rays eyes were clouded with emotions as he trusted into me I held on to him for the ride of my life. I loved it. I held on tighter as he started to thrust harder. He had to close his eyes from the estacy he was feeling.as I looked at him I thought good I’m In controll. It was short lived. As if reading my mind he put me on my back and stucked his tounge in my pussy then ran it up and down my clit then without warning he went  deep sea diving In my pussy with his dick. He pounded me mercilessly. I kept screaming “yes,yes that’s it baby I’ve wanted you for so long” after five more hard plunges he spilled his seed in my pussy. It was creamy and warm. He fell on me lifelessly. It was wonderful. We were both so pleased he kissed me as he plaid with the hair on my cunt. As he did I moaned. I looked at him and asked “do you know why I love cats so much?” He said “no why?” I replied “because I like to purr when my furr gets rubbed as well”.

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Sexy Massage -A pleasurable night

Sexy Massage – Carl had been working hard the last days with the reconstruction of their home. The muscles in his back,
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shoulders and arms were sore and aching.

“I could use a good massage tonight”, he said with a smile to his wife Anna.

“Yes, you have been working hard lately and it looks so nice in the new rooms”, she replied.

When the kids had gone to bed and Carl and Anna had finished their evening tea, Anna said; “Come on, honey, let’s go to bed!”

“Ok, I’m tired”, Carl said and stood up and went to the bathroom where he was joined by his beautiful wife a few moments later.

They washed and brushed their teeth and then Carl went to the bedroom and undressed. He took off everything. His t-shirt, his jeans and socks and even his boxers. He wanted to be naked and close to his wife tonight. Then he climbed into bed and under the cover. He felt his penis swell a bit in anticipation.

After a couple of minutes Anna came into the room wearing only her white panties and the bottle of massage oil in her hand. Her soft breasts with the large, dark nipples were swaying from side to side as she walked. It was a beautiful and exciting view to Carl.

“Take off all your clothes”, Anna said as she approached the bed.

“Already done”, Carl replied.

“Oh, that’s good”, she said and slipped off her panties, climbed into bed and removed the cover from Carl’s body.

He rolled over on his front and Anna straddled him and sat down on his butt. Carl felt her soft thighs along his sides, her round bottom against his thighs. Her pubic hair tickled him a little and he could feel her pubis and labia press against his butt.

Anna poured some oil into her hands and started to rub his shoulders. Carl relaxed and closed his eyes. Her soft and warm hands felt soothing and relaxing as they kneaded him. He let out a soft moan.

Anna continued to the sexy massage his back with long strokes and were alternating between his back and shoulders. After some time she stopped, moved herself down Carl’s body and sat on his thighs. Anna poured some more oil in her hands and started to give a sexy massage to his butt. Carl enjoyed every stroke of her hands on his body and it felt so good to just receive pleasure for once. Usually it was Carl that was the most active part when they pleasured each other.

After a few minutes Anna stretched out her body and laid down on top of Carl. Her thighs, calves and feet against his. Her hips and pubis against his butt, her soft breasts pressed against his back and her lips landed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the soft rounded pad that was her venus mound against him as Anna ground her hips slightly into his butt. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes and revelled in the sensation of their naked bodies close together.

Anna felt a warmth and a slight tingle spread between her legs as she laid on Carl and moved her hips. She was becoming aroused, her labia was swelling and her vagina became wet and slippery as it prepared itself to receive Carl’s penis.

Carl felt his penis grow hard against the mattress and his heart beat picked up a bit as he thought about what was going to happen.

Anna moved her right hand along Carl’s side and under his hip reaching for his hard member. She took it in her hand and held it lovingly while her thumb stroked the head lightly.

“Turn around”, she said softly in his ear and then lifted her self off him.

Carl did as he was told and turned around on his back. His erect penis laid long and thick against his tummy.

Anna straddled him again and sat down with her crotch just below Carl’s with her venus mound touching the base of his penis. The tingle between her legs had become more insistent and she felt she needed some direct stimulation of her pleasure points soon. The feel of Carl’s hard penis against her mound felt very nice and she felt her juices spread all over her crotch.

Carl closed his eyes again to just enjoy the wonderful sensations as Anna lubed her hands with some more oil and started to stroke his chest. Very soon he felt her hands move further down his tummy and brushed lightly against his hardness as Anna stroked up and down his tummy and chest.

Anna could not hold off any longer. The desire for Carl’s penis was burning between her legs and she also longed to pleasure Carl as much as possible. She drenched her hands in the oil from the bottle and reached down for his wonderful penis. “Ok, it wasn’t beautiful, but it was cool to caress it and oh so pleasurable to feel it deep inside as he released his hot sperm into her”, she thought to her self as she lovingly took it in her slippery hands and slowly stroked it’s full length up and down a few times.

Carl felt Anna take his penis in her warm and slippery hands and the slow strokes she gave it made him moan of pleasure. He could still not, after 12 years of marriage, believe how good it felt when Anna caressed his penis. He kept his eyes closed and revelled in the wonderful sensations that spread from the swollen tip of his penis, along it’s length and in between his legs and around all of his lower abdomen. Carl let out another moan and felt his hips involuntary thrust forward from the pleasure and drive his penis through Anna’s slippery grip.

“Mmmm. That feel so good”, he said.

“That’s good, my love. Just enjoy!”, Anna replied.

Anna got more and more aroused when she saw his reactions from the pleasure she was giving Carl’s hard and large penis. She needed to feel that pleasurable penis between her legs. Her vagina was aching and needed to be filled by his wonderful love tool.

Carl felt Anna angle his penis a little more upright and then an unfamiliar but very pleasurable sensation spread along his penis. It was still a soft and smooth and slippery sliding sensation on the upper side of the penis, but on the lower side it suddenly felt a bit rough at first and then incredibly smooth, soft and slick as the stroke moved upward along him. The opposite as the stroke moved downwards, first soft and slick and then a little rough against him. It was definitely not uncomfortable, but he had never felt anything like it before. He tried to figure out what Anna was doing, but he couldn’t. He had to open his eyes and find out what this nice sensation came from.

Anna had changed her grip around Carl’s penis and pressed it against the pubic hair on her venus mound and started to grind her vulva along  it’s length. She started with her mound against the base of it and as she held the penis in place, she moved her hips forward and let her vulva stroke along it up to the tip and back again. “Mmmm. That was nice”, she thought as Carl’s penis slid back and forth first over her hairy venus mound and then between her swollen and slippery labia and over her engorged and hard clitoris.

As Carl opened his eyes he got the most erotic and wonderful sight of his wife, Anna. She was leaning forward a bit and was looking at his face with a beautiful smile. Her soft and hanging breasts with their large and erect nipples were swaying in front of his face in rhythm with her movements. Her slippery hands were holding his firm shaft against her crotch as she thrust her hips back and forth along his full length. His penis slid in and out between her hands and her groin rubbing along her very wet crevice and over her hairy mound. “Oh, so that was what caused that rough but pleasurable sensation. Rubbing against her pubic hair.”, Carl realized.

The sight of Anna pleasuring herself with his tool (and of course bringing pleasure to him at the same time) was so arousing to Carl that he had to watch her. He could hear her breathing become laboured and her beautiful smile was exchanged for an expression of pleasure as she started to breath through her open mouth. Her eyes were still locked at his and they expressed all the love for Carl and the pleasure she felt being with him in this way at this moment. He reached out and took her swaying breasts in his hands. He caressed and massaged them softly. The feel of her breasts never stopped to amaze him.

Anna leaned further forward and pressed her breasts into Carl’s hands as she felt his hands on her. She felt a wonderful, warm and fluttery sensation of the building orgasm start to spread inside her. She flexed her kegels and pressed Carl’s penis harder against her as the force of her thrusting hips increased. Se was so into the incredible pleasure that was spreading from her groin out through her whole body, that she didn’t notice what Carl was doing. Suddenly it felt like a lightning bolt shot through her body from her left nipple straight to her aroused clitoris as her nipple was firmly stuck in a hot and very tight place. She realized eventually that it was Carl’s mouth and she let out a loud moan of pleasure.

She was so excited. Anna felt it like her whole body was out of control. It was moving uncontrollably. She was moaning involuntary as lightning bolts of pleasure shot back and forth through her body and all the intense sensations centered between her legs. She couldn’t hold off any longer. She needed something else. She craved the sensation as her vagina was stretched to it’s limit and filled completely by Carl’s wonderful penis. She needed it deep inside her right now.

Anna leaned further forward and planted her open mouth firmly against Carl’s and pushed her tongue deep into his. Their tongues had a crazy battle as they kissed very deep and passionate. Anna raised her hips a bit, angled Carl’s penis straight up and sat down again. She was wide open and extremely wet and there was no resistance as she slid down on his thick penis. She took him in all the way to the base in one slow and fluid  motion. She felt her vagina stretch both in width and length. “Wow, what a heavenly sensation. There is nothing more pleasurable than this”, she thought as a loud moan escaped her lips into Carl’s mouth.

Carl moaned as well as he finally felt his hard member sink deep into his loved wife. Anna’s soft and, tonight, very wet vagina felt so hot as he entered her that it felt like it burned his penis. They continued to kiss as they enjoyed the wonderful sensation of being connected and one in the most intimate and pleasurable way ever possible. Carl felt Anna’s high level of arousal in her urgent and deep kisses and that she was unable to stay still. Her hips were moving constantly grinding her clitoris against his pubis as his penis was buried deep inside her.

Anna was definitely headed for her orgasm now. She could feel it build up to a wonderful release for every thrust she made. She ground her crotch hard against Carl, but now and then raised her hips up and then down again to let his penis slide in and out of her as well. The friction from his movements inside her was also very pleasurable, but not as much as the stimulation on her clit. The combination however, was awesome. Carl on the other hand, needed to slide in and out of her to get stimulated. So she combined the two motions to force them both towards the peak.

After a short while Carl groaned and thrust his hips up and forced his penis even deeper into her. Anna felt him hold her hips and press himself hard against her and then the familiar rhythmical twitches deep inside her as he forced his wonderful sperm deep into her in pulse after pulse.

Carl could feel himself become more and more excited by the sight of Anna riding on top of him. Her breasts wobbling. Her face contorted in deep pleasure. Her touches, kisses and especially the wonderful sensations in his penis as it slid around, in and out of Anna’s wonderful vagina. He  felt the tingle in his penis and his muscles in his mid section tighten as he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm a lot faster than he wanted, but all of it felt so good he was unable to stop. He usually let Anna have her orgasm first, and then he could concentrate fully on his own pleasure. But not to night. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

He had barely finished the thought when he felt his hips involuntary thrust up to force his penis deeper. He grabbed Anna’s hips and pressed her down on him hard to push his penis as deep into her as possible. The muscles in his groin contracted hard and rhythmically. The extreme pleasure as he felt his sperm forcefully spurt out of the tip of his penis deep into the most beautiful woman on earth, that as a miracle also happened to be his wife, forced a long and loud groan from his throat.

“Oh, Anna, I’m sorry.”, Carl said as Anna kissed him lovingly.

“Why are you sorry? Didn’t it feel good?”, Anna asked.

“Oh, yes. It felt so good I couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry”, Carl replied.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s supposed to feel good. It’s supposed to make you orgasm and ejaculate. I like when you loose control and it’s so cool when you spurt your sperm into me. Please, don’t be sorry! Enjoy it instead! I love you so much!”, Anna answered and Carl felt more loved than ever. He wanted to bring her the same extreme pleasure as he had felt.

Carl rolled Anna off of him and onto her back. She spread her legs wide and Carl let his hand caress her tummy on it’s way down between her legs. Her labia was extremely swollen, wide open and her clitoris was hard and standing out. His fingers slipped easily along her slit as she was extremely wet and slippery from their previous activity. He focused his slow and soft caresses on, along and around her clitoris. Anna immediately started to moan and thrust her hips in rhythm with his strokes. He leaned in and kissed her. She shot out her tongue deep into his mouth and he caressed it with his own.

“Oh, it feels so good and I am so close now. Please, go on! Don’t stop!”, Anna murmured between her moans and the kisses.

“Good! Then just enjoy the wonderful sensations and orgasm for me. Please, cum for me!”, Carl said lovingly and kissed his wife again.

“Mmm. I will very soon!”, Anna moaned as her body stiffened, her hips shot forward, her vaginal opening contracted and her clitoris twitched under his fingers in about the same rhythm as his penis had done just a few minutes ago.

“I love you so much! Thank you for marrying me and thank you for doing this together with me. It was wonderful. I love you!”, Carl said and kissed his wife Anna softly and held his hand still covering her genitals as the aftershocks of her orgasm flowed through her body.

“Thank you, too! I love you!”, Anna sighed exhausted.

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The Bet

The girls are in bed,” I tell Josh as I walk quietly away from our youngest’s bedroom. I love the giddy feeling I get when I know we’re going to be alone together. The sky is the limit and every night seems to carry a new adventure for us. “What should we do now?” I plop down on the couch next to him.

“How about a game of cards?” He asks. We recently got a new game that two players can play and is actually fun.

We sit down on the floor and start dealing out the hand. “Let’s make a bet,” I say. My mind is immediately thinking of something we’ll do later that night.

Josh gives me a mischievous look. “You obviously have something on your mind. Tell me what you want and then tell me what you’ll give me if you lose to me.”

“If you lose you have to wear that man-thong I bought you and give me a full body massage while wearing it,” I grin impishly at him. “You’ll have to give me a happy ending too.”

Josh gives me a comical look and then laughs. “Okay, but if I win you’ll be the one giving me a full body massage wearing that black thong I like. Happy ending must be included as well.”

“Sounds fair,” I giggle.

He beats me. I won’t bore you with the details of how the game plays out, but he completely kicks my ass.

“So… about that massage?” He asks, dangling my black thong in front of my face and giving me a wink.

I give him mock pouty face and snatch the thong out of his hands. He gives my butt a little smack as I walk to the bathroom. I strip off my “mom” clothes and underwear and I pull on the little number. I am actually excited. I love giving massages to Josh, especially happy ending ones, but then I realize I don’t have any massage oil left.

Josh has already gotten the bed ready for massage by the time I’m out of our bathroom. He gives me a smug grin upon seeing my thong clad self.

“I forgot to buy more massage oil,” I say upon coming out.

“Okay,” Josh says, “Do you think we could use canola or olive oil instead?”

“That’s a great idea!” I brighten up immediately and retrieve some from our pantry.

I come back in and I light a scented candle in the room and turn off the lights.

“Now, get naked for me,” I tell him. “I can’t massage you with your clothes on you know.”

He strips his clothing off, pulls his shirt over his head and exposes his long-waisted torso and broad chest and shoulders. His muscles are even more defined by the dim flicker of the candle light. I can feel the thong I’m wearing drenching with arousal. I’m the luckiest masseuse in the world.

“I’ll do your back first,” I say and I pour the olive oil on his back just enough. The smell is amazing. I rub his shoulders and slowly knead the muscles. He’s tense in areas and I know it’s from the stress of day to day work. I’m so proud of him and how he supports me and my girls. I kiss the back of his neck and press my breasts against the warmth of him. He gives a soft groan of pleasure as I move my hands down to his butt. My breasts are pressing now on his thighs as I knead his butt. “I love your butt, Josh,” I murmur. “It’s the hottest butt I’ve ever seen.”

He laughs. “How many guy butts have you seen in person, baby?”

“Life drawing classes, hon? Remember?”

“Oh,” He laughs again. “Well, thank you.”

I continue to knead and massage his butt and then my hands run down his thighs. The olive oil and the candle creates an intoxicating scent in the air. Plus I can smell my own juices by now I’m so soaked. I start talking to him about his day, about our kids, about our dreams and families. Anything to keep my mind from going too sexual yet.

“I’m done with your back,” I whisper finally, trying to keep him relaxed. “You can turn around.”

He rolls over for me and I start on his chest. I straddle him and pour the oil on and run my fingers up and down from his collar bone to the end of his rib cage. He gets a good show of my breasts as they bounce and sway with my movement.

“You’re so beautiful, Blondie.” Josh’s green eyes are focused on my eyes. “You know, I’m so glad you are here. I’m so glad God let me keep you. That the baby and you survived. I’d be devastated if I lost you.”

I still can remember the thankfulness I’d felt nine-months ago when my doctor had said we’d had the c-section just in time as my uterus had ruptured.

“Kiss me,” Josh says, his gaze still focused on my face.

I lean in over him and we kiss on the lips lingeringly. I wipe a tear from my eyes and Josh runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my neck.

“I promised you I’d give you a happy ending if you won and I totally meant it,” I whisper with a smile.

“Alright then,” Josh whispers back and kisses me once more on the lips.

I get my hands set with some more olive oil readying myself for the more sensual massage part of his winnings. As I look down I see his penis already semi-erect. I kiss the head as lingeringly as I’d kissed his lips seconds before. It grows under my lips. I love watching it grow. It amazes me how big it gets. It more than doubles in size and circumference before my eyes.

“Wow,” I say, giving the head another kiss. “I love your cock. It’s does the nicest things to me.”

With the oil now warm on my hands I start caressing and rolling my fingers up and down and around his length. With my other hand I gently play with his testicles, chasing them around with my fingers. I slide my pinky back into his ass and find his prostate, the male g-spot. I continue to pump his erection with my other hand. The oil is so slick, it works amazing and smells amazing.

“Mm-mm,” I moan. “I want you to cum on my breasts.”

“Oh, baby, that’s great,” Josh groans, he grabs hold of my breasts and tweaks my nipples as I continue my sensual massage.

“Yeah, touch my breasts, that feels so good,” I murmur and pump my hand up and down harder. I can feel his cock growing rigid. I rub on his prostate a little harder. My hand on his cock goes down and then all the way up, finishing with my thumb giving the head a massage.

“Oh, that’s it, that’s it, baby! I’m going to cum! Oh, that’s so, so good, baby! Don’t stop... Oh, sh*t, Blondie!” He cries out as his orgasm starts and he sits up and I pump off his hot cum onto my breasts. The heat from his pleasure trickles onto my nipples and sends my clit vibrating. I love it.

“Well now that we’re covered in olive oil and cum, would you like to take a shower with me?” I ask, giving him a suggestive wink.

“Somehow I think it’ll turn into more than a shower,” Josh muses as we walk into the bathroom together.

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