smooth

One day last week I had some time. So I took some time. When I trim up my pubes it takes several steps. First I get out the clippers. #1 all over. Then the wax strips on the edges in the front and the strays on my inner thighs. After that I sit on the edge of the tub with a mirror, shaving cream, and razor. The tub has to be full with about 4 inches of fairly warm water.  And then begins the laborious task of shaving. I really wish this process resulted in longer-lasting hairlessness. But professional waxing is expensive, I can’t reach or see well enough to wax it all myself, and M has – so far – decided he’s not interested.

ANYWAY.

Hours later, M came home from work. I had to run out for a couple of hours, but he grabbed me for a hug in the bedroom. He turned me around face down on the bed, pulled my pants down and took his cock out. As he slid into me from behind, I decided to take charge. He was fully pressed against me, so I turned my head slightly to speak.

“While I’m gone I want you to shave your beard,” I say.

“What?” He’s surprised. I’m surprised, too. I’ve been known to body block him from the razor, I love him with a beard so much. But it just came out.

“Shave it all, and then I want you to eat my pussy until I come.”

“Ok.”

We fuck a little longer and then I have to go.

When I return, he’s done it. It’s been almost 2 years since M was clean-shaven. It’s such a startling difference. Sex with a stranger.

That night he licks me so hard and has his fingers in so deep that I come on his face. This is unusual. But we both like how smooth the other one is. His tongue kept the right pressure and speed on my clit. His fingers were deep in my pussy, pressing upward slightly on what I guess is my g-spot. It felt amazing.

Kissing him afterwards was MUCH more pleasant with him shaven than with a beard. He fucked me some more and then shot his come all over my tits.

 

power shift

I’m laying in bed with a book. A trashy, steamy romance novel. M comes in the room. “I think I found you a girlfriend.”

He asks me to come out to look at these emails he’s been sending back & forth with a girl he found on CL. He’s lied about our ages since she was looking for people older than we are. I highly doubt I can pull off being 36. I barely look 30, or so I’m told. But she’s good looking, has great photos, seems to be able to write an email without shortening you to u and are to r.

I tell him I’d like to talk to her myself, he thinks that’s a good idea. She is also married but was looking for a couple to play with, and her husband might eventually join in. Again, I’m kind of surprised that M is interested in this scenario, but I’ll go with it.

He puts my hand on his crotch. He’s getting hard, just thinking about what we might do with her. I remind him I’m not up for much action right now, but I’ll give him a handjob. “With tongue,” I add. I assist him in removing his shorts and boxers, and up springs his enormous cock, ready for me. Ready for her, too, it appears. I lay across his lap, licking the head of it gently. The skin is silky on the shaft, and when I wrap my hand around him, my thumb & middle finger don’t touch.

Kneeling on the floor on a pillow, I start working a bit harder. My shirt & bra come off and as I raise up to kiss his mouth, the space between my tits is filled with cock. As it should be.

When we get to the bed, he stands beside it and I lay down so he can fuck my mouth. After a bit he asks me to get the lube and vibrator. M’s ass is mine tonight. He bends over the bed and I pour lube down his crack. As I work one finger in, I reach below with a lubed up hand and stroke his cock and balls. I find myself bending over him, almost as if I were fucking him from behind. I glance over to the mirror, which he sees me do. “You like this, don’t you?” he asks. “I do.”

I’ve gotten the vibe in now, and am pushing it in and pulling it out as fast as I can manage with the lubed up hands. He is moaning in a totally new way. He wants to stand back up, and so I lay down, reaching my hand between his legs to fuck his ass with the vibrator and using my other hand to stroke his cock over and over. As he comes he groans and lets loose an enormous amount onto my tits. After a few seconds, he takes the vibe into the bathroom, washes it and his hands, and collapses back onto the bed. “How was that?” I ask. “We’ll talk about it later. Too soon,” he mumbles and he instantly falls asleep.

 

third

It’s the third night in a row.

My left wrist is tied to the bed frame. “Please don’t tie my other one. I promise I won’t move it,” I plead.  And I don’t.

His tongue shoves between my labia. Stubbly, now. No different than his beard. Almost violent licking and sucking.

“Taste yourself.” He rubs his face on mine.

His collarbone is pronounced in his position and in this light. His shoulder looks stronger, more powerful.

His movements are purposeful. Not calculated, not yet. But he knows what he wants.

The first orgasm spreads over me, all over my entire body.

My legs are trembling as he bends down to relentlessly assault my nipples. Only, I tacitly agree to the onslaught. His massive cock unceasing in its goal.

There’s the second one.

He’s shoving himself in my face now. I lick and suck and writhe. Once more he moves back down to fuck me.

The third is a surprise.

Back up to straddle my chest, to drill into my open mouth, to stretch my aching jaw to the limit.

He grabs my hand, placing it on his cock. Very soon after, my chest and neck are covered. “For the third night in a row, that’s a lot.” I clean up using his pajama pants.

My wrist is freed from the rope. I loose the other one from the invisible bond I’d placed on it.

This night, there’s not much after-talking. Just the comfort of knowing we’re getting it right, once more again.

 

 

 

magic vagina

(I have a serious inability to quit things sometimes. Apparently this blog is one example.)

I may have discovered that my vagina is magic. I always knew it was pretty special, being a human woman’s vagina, and all. I mean, what else can, with proper preparation and a willing attitude, accommodate just about any reasonably sized object? I’ve pushed two entirely formed human beings out of mine, and my husband still enjoys the feel & tightness when he fucks it, so – yes, I think it is pretty damn magical.

Last night, after long days for each of us (only another 6 weeks or so and M’s work schedule should resume some shape of normality, thank goodness), we enjoyed some Jimmy Fallon on Hulu. I got up, put clean sheets on the bed, and hopped in the shower. My eyes were closed while I washed my hair, and as I opened them briefly, I was startled to see M right in the shower with me. He’d been quite stealthy. We each took care of our cleansing routine (I mean the world might very well end if I don’t do things in order: wash hair, rinse hair, put conditioner on, wash face, wash body, shave legs, shave pits, comb hair, rinse hair, done) and then got out. We read our respective books for a little bit (mine and his) and then I shut off the light. I snuggled up to him. Conditions were perfect. I was cool and comfortable and our legs intertwined as we started kissing.

He kissed his way down my body, reaching my somewhat freshly groomed pussy. The day before I’d spent a goodly amount of time paying some attention to my neglected nethers; waxing here, trimming here, shaving there. His tongue on my smooth outer lips felt incredible. I moaned as he worked away. As he raised himself up to slide his cock into me, I grabbed hold of the side of the mattress. I knew I’d need to have a grip on something. We lubed each other up and he sank in. It’s hitting me now that even on times when we’ve fucked earlier in the day, he still feels huge, I still feel tight. It’s been a while since I was totally smooth, too – so that sensation was fucking marvelous.

After a few position changes, we ended up with me on top. I was riding him slowly and steadily for some time. He was definitely into this, groaning and gasping. While I was fucking him I wondered exactly which muscles in my legs were getting the most work. As I got tired, I laid down on him to rest for a minute. I squeezed his cock with my pussy a couple of times. Suddenly, M says, “Oh my God, you’re making me come.”  And he did.

See? Magic vagina.

Love Yourself

My girl Jilly wrote this, and it’s fanTAStic. Her best post yet, in my opinion. I less-than-three it SO HARD, and I really needed something better in my head than the depressive thoughts that have occupied it all damn day.

Love Yourself.

squeezing it in

[A little self-assessing blog note: Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here. There are so many people that I think are just plain doing it better. I get envious of what V+R do, of how amazing their writing, photos, & videos turn out. I admire LadyP so intensely for how she weaves her life into such eloquent stories. My dearest Reed's and also Liza's writings are so gorgeously descriptive, I just can't call them equals. I'm not writing erotica, not really. I don't want this to turn into a chronicle of my experiences with depression. I guess what I want this place to be is a collection of stories about a real marriage, with its very honest ups and downs. I hope I've done an adequate job of it.]

M has been super affectionate since I’ve returned home. Last night he kept thinking I was looking at him with lustful eyes. Sad to say, I mostly wasn’t. I am tired, and like I’ve mentioned, much of the urgency in my libido has been dulled. As we were falling asleep I was having trouble with my legs and feet. I have some neuropathy problems combined with restless legs that bother me from time to time. He very sweetly offered to rub my back and legs, and it relaxed me so much I fell into a calm and deep sleep.

In the morning I snuggled up to him and let him know to meet me back in the bed at 8am. We got the older kid off to school and hurried back to each other. We kissed, he got me good and warmed up. I was wet this time. He asked me to get on top and ride him. I straddled his hips, guiding his length into my pussy. Raising and lowering, rocking up and down, he very quickly got worked up. He grabbed my hips to slow me down a little. All of the sudden we hear our daughter’s voice from the other room. I hop off and attend to her briefly, then head back to the bed. I climb back onto M, and my wet, warm parts slide easily onto his hard, slick part. It’s not long before he’s announcing his orgasm, and I don’t let him stop moving. The two of us end up laughing with every move I make, since it’s so intense for him. It was a good start to the day.

And now, I’m gonna get a snack, turn off the computer, and snuggle up with him to watch some Law & Order. Ending the day as nicely as it started is unusual for me. I’m working on changing that.

gonna

M came home from work tonight exhausted, frustrated, and in a little pain from a minor injury obtained at work.  I had a meeting, he took the kids and got dinner. Right now he is sleeping happily on one of the couches while I type this and watch tv. I won’t disturb him.

Soon, I’m gonna turn the tv off, close the laptop, and head into the bathroom. I’ll brush my teeth. (It’s very important.) I’ll take off my shorts, my shirt. I’ll unhook my bra, peel it off my shoulders and hang it up. I’ll pull down my panties, and kick them into the laundry basket in the closet. Climbing into bed, freshly made with clean sheets, I’ll enjoy how the fabric feels on my skin. I’ll lay down on my back, feeling my muscles relax into the soft bed. My hands will wander over my body, reaching down to feel the light covering of hair on my mound. One hand will massage my left breast, rubbing the nipple as it hardens.

My finger will separate my outer lips. I have a hard time getting wet quickly these days. It takes a long time. I’ll grab the lube and put some on my fingers, spreading it around the smooth inner skin. I’ll dip down to the entrance, putting a finger or two inside. I won’t wait long until I’m full on working for an orgasm, circling my clit with my middle and ring fingers. Touching it almost hurts, so I’ll work around the hood. My left hand will be either grabbing at my breasts or teasing my thighs and mound.  The feelings of impending orgasm will build. It will feel like a swirling vortex, like everything is winding up inside my body and wants to explode out. Soon it will be unstoppable, and my hips will jerk and buck as I spasm inside and out.

My circling fingers will slow. I’ll catch my breath, lick my fingers clean, roll over, and go to sleep.

couched

I got home from the gym and the store last night around 8:30. We put the older kid to bed and settled in to watch some stuff we’ve missed this week on Hulu.  I don’t even know how it happened, I think he got up to get himself a drink or something, but before I knew it I was laid down on the couch and we were making out furiously. I still had my workout clothes on, a (front close) sports bra, and two tank tops, one of which has a built in shelf bra. (WHAT? I need the support, ok? They’re big! And bouncy!) So, we’re talking many layers. M left those alone, for the time being. He tore my pants & panties off. Keep in mind that the end of our couch meets the side of the doorway, and our front door was open (screen door closed). Anyone walking by would have seen him standing there, fucking me. But we did it anyway.

He felt exceptionally big. And the angle was perfect. He just seemed so… into me. Like he could not possibly have stopped himself from having me in that moment. He made me come twice, which has been hard to do lately. And then he exploded into me.

We had proud smirks on our faces as we cleaned up, straightened clothing, poured wine, ate chocolate cake, and watched Modern Family. I slept like a rock. He slept next to me.

(This is my 100th post.)

break

It’s pretty rare that M will refer to something he’s read here. He reads, usually, but has remained fairly hands-off. Last night, after filing our taxes (a chore that turned out to be easy, even giving us a few laughs), M disappeared into the bedroom for a few minutes, purportedly to look for a book he wanted to start reading. I looked over and he seemed to be fiddling with the bedcovers, which I thought was odd. He came back out and sat down on the couch, and said, “I’m sorry I gave you whiplash last week.”
“Thanks, I guess.”

We looked at a few naked pictures of Violet + Rye. I am typically only able to use onomatopoeia to describe their hotness. He then led me into the bedroom, and roughly shoved me face down onto the bed. My mind immediately started fogging up. My hands were tied above my head, each to a corner of the bed, where his earlier preparations had left us a rope secured for each hand. My clothes were off somehow. He was all over me, fingers, tongue. I briefly popped back into full consciousness when he stroked my sides in the way that makes me remember the ugliness. I jerked away almost violently. He moved onto other areas. The pleasant fog re-descended.

Over lunch  today I told M that I felt that because this is new for both of us that there’s some learning we both have to do. He can be kind of… bull-in-a-china-shop on occasion, forgetting his strength and weight and where he is in space. There were a few moments of “OUCH” in the midst of all the pleasure. But we found our angle, and rhythm, and it was good. There was spanking, with hands and paddle as he fucked me over the edge of the bed. I loved it.

But then, suddenly, I snapped into awareness and needed to take a break. I told him this and crawled up the bed (I’d been untied at this point) to shiver and weep in the fetal position. It bothered me that he just stood there, watching. Finally I gathered up the strength to extend an arm to him and he was instantly at my side, stroking my arms and hair and face as I came back to the surface completely.

He kissed me, and then he was on top of me, thrusting into my still-wet pussy. After a time, his orgasm triggered mine. He rolled off and after a bit, we drifted off to sleep together in the bed for the first time in a while.

whiplash

A night of arguing and crying. It was truly awful.

A day and a half of barely speaking.

Then suddenly we’re on the couch yesterday afternoon, and M’s suggesting we shower together before I’ve got to be somewhere in an hour. But first, he pulls up the sex toy website. It’d be nice if we could afford this, we both observe. And then we look at the bondage stuff, and I tell him we should find some soft rope. He tells me that made him hard.

I’ve just started my period so we both think some hands on him in the shower would be fun. But we don’t make it to the shower. We’re kissing in the bedroom. He takes my hat off, a hat he’s always made fun of; says it looks like what someone in The Resistance would wear. I say, “The Captain doesn’t like for members of The Resistance to fraternize with each other.” We both laugh, and then we kiss some more.

Soon I’m laid back on the bed, and he’s pushed my shirts and bra up to get at my nipples. It feels spectacular. I’m undressing him as best I can, because I can feel him against my thigh and I want it.

We scoot further onto the bed, and my hand works his cock between us as he keeps giving my tits attention. He comes upwards to straddle my abdomen. I squeeze my boobs around him, and he thrusts ever closer to my mouth. Finally it’s within reach, this cock, the one I’ve had to myself for the past 14 years. I suck the head into me, and he pushes in with a groan.

I get him slippery wet, and he slides back for more time surrounded by boob. I’m looking up at his face. M has never been one to jerk off anywhere or anytime when I could see him, I’ve never caught him once in all our years together. I think it would be hot if I did. And so seeing him like this is as close as I’ll get to that. His eyes are closed, he’s biting his lower lip and he’s slightly smiling. M’s face shows how much he’s into this, into me.

He wants to be in my mouth again. I open up. In about 30 seconds he tells me he wants to come on my face. And then he does, quite thoroughly. We grab his shirt and clean me up, and lay there for a moment.

“How did we get from barely speaking to this?”
“I have no idea.”

Sometimes whiplash feels good.