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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