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.

 

primed

I had a dream. A sex dream. A hot, sexy sex dream about my first boyfriend who I dated my senior year of high school, and then again the summer after my freshman year of college. We never actually had sex, in real life. But we’d make out a LOT. One day, we were laying on his bed, kissing, and I put my leg over his, and he nearly immediately came in his pants. I’d do it a bunch of times when we were together. It was my first feeling of sexual power, of being a desirable person. I’ve never forgotten it.

Anyway, in the dream we were about to finally do it, and then I woke up. It was fairly early, but the sun was coming up. M rolled over and started rubbing my back and sides. I got up and went to the bathroom, then M took his turn. He massaged my back some more, and then pulled me over on top of him. Soon my shirt was off, and then my panties. And then came his clothes. I leaned up a little, and then he was inside me. We fucked for a long time, holding each other close. And then M told me to get the vibrator and lube. He had something in mind. He lubed up my ass and I helped him get the vibe in and turned on. It was about 3 minutes before we were both coming hard.

I rolled off him after a second, got myself cleaned up and laid back down. “I have to confess something.”

“What’s that?”
“I had a sex dream, about Dan.” (not his real name, OBVS.) “Does that make you mad?”
“Naw. But I never have sex dreams about another woman.”
“Oh, really?”
“Nope. I have sex dreams about other womEN.” He knows how to make me laugh.

The dream about Dan may have gotten me primed and ready, but I’m glad that M is the reality when I wake up.

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.

 

new times two

We went to a wedding last night. M & I hadn’t seen each other in a few days as I stayed out of town with the kids a bit longer than he had.  We were all dressed up. The ceremony was long, in a gorgeous church. We sat with some people we knew, a gay couple and a woman there without her husband. The groom gazed at his bride adoringly.

I can’t be certain, but I think I looked pretty good. I was wearing a cute dress, patterned stockings, and knee high boots. I’d discovered a hole in my stockings near the top of my thigh as I was putting them on and thought it might be useful later. We had a couple of drinks. M decided to stop drinking so that I could keep going. I think on glass #4 of wine I was feeling quite loose, very chatty, and relaxed.

The dinner was good, the conversation was fun. The wedding toasts to the couple were tedious and uninteresting. There wasn’t much dancing going on. I tweeted a bit, alerting all of my twitter friends to my tipsy state. We left around 9:30pm, with the plan that we’d go home and tear these stockings off.

Then we detoured.

To an adult store.

After we left there with a video, a cock ring, and some lube, we headed home. We got there, popped the dvd in, and laid down on the couch. We made it through a couple of scenes before we started groping each other. Soon my dress and boots were off, leaving me in a bra & stockings. M saw the tear near the top. He ripped it wider, wide enough to pull them aside to finger my pussy which was fairly wet. He bent me over the couch and fucked me for a few moments, but my back and hip still aren’t 100%, so this was pretty uncomfortable. We moved to the bedroom, and I knelt to suck his cock. The cock ring makes him seem so huge, I couldn’t take it all in. I was then turned over and he teased my pussy with his cock – he’d slide in, thrust quickly for a few seconds, and then pull out. Have I mentioned that I really don’t like being teased?

Soon he grabbed the lube, and worked some into my ass. He shoved the vibrator inside and put his cock back in my pussy. But I wanted him in my ass. So he obliged, and then we put the vibrator on my clit. M felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before we were both coming, very hard. That very moment I heard fireworks, and looked up at the clock. Midnight, 2012.

This morning we had a couple of things to do, and then we found ourselves back in the bed. I asked him to come make out with me. He’d worn the cock ring all morning, and soon I was face down yet again. M’s obsession with my ass continues. This time he came hard deep inside my pussy, and then we laid there, curled up together, content.

Shortly afterwards I got up, put on my workout clothes (tight white top with a deep v-neck & cropped leggings) and headed to the gym. When I got home I needed to stretch my hip, so I did this modified arabesque stretch. He was behind me as I did it, and barely choked out his request that I take greater care in doing that kind of thing in front of him. I have yet to wipe the smirk off my face.

 

order of operations

We’d decided I was gonna get something on Friday night.  He’d gotten blown and jerked off that morning.  (Yes, even after fucking Thursday night, he wanted more.  a girl could get used to that.)  Both of us were frustrated at the loooong week we’d each had.  The 1/2 bottle of wine left in the fridge was consumed with dinner, one large glass each.  Kids were put to bed.  For once we both felt like drinking more, and so M went out to the store, returning with whipped cream vodka & sprite.  We each had a healthy dose.  Hilarity ensued on Twitter. I made someone who makes me laugh a lot laugh the hardest he had all day (so he said). An episode of True Blood went by and then we headed to bed.

I’d grabbed the vibrator – I’ve got my period and for some reason this time he was feeling squeamish.  I figured I would use that, he’d play with my boobs or whatever, and that would be that.  And so that’s how we started off.  For some reason I decided to turn over onto my stomach, and he cannot resist a good game of grab-ass.  And despite my attempts at denying the truth, my ass does look pretty awesome right now thanks to the gym and its function as one of my anti-depressants.  Before I knew it my underwear were yanked down, he’d gotten out the lube and had started getting us ready for an ass fucking.  The vibrator was still on my clit, and M moved on top of me and pressed in slowly.  After a minute or so he was steadily pulling & pushing, and I was floating.

I don’t remember how long it took me to come, longer than usual, I guess.  It felt great, though, for both of us.  After I had, I asked him to stop, it was getting to be too much to take.  The windows are open now since it’s finally cooled off a bit, I had started to feel self-conscious about the noise I’d been making.  I laid there on my stomach with him next to me, rubbing my ass some more.  And then the spanks started.  I don’t know why we did things in this order, and there was no expectation of this being a prelude to more fucking, but he would spank, then rub, spank, then massage, over and over.  It felt amazing. And then I drifted off to sleep and slept wonderfully.

Ass fuck, orgasm, spanking. I could grow to like this order.

coming clean

Since my last post, M and I have had some good days and nights.  There has been some super good sex going on.  We fuck more days than we don’t in a week, which I’m happy about.  It still is me initiating more often than not, but I can live with this for now.  The best part of the last few days was definitely Friday night, when I went out by myself to see some friends at a local music cafe.  I have to say that one of the things I love most about M is that he is content to stay home with the kids while I go out and blow off some steam, laugh with my friends, and sing a little with a band I know.  I don’t do it that often, maybe once a month or so.  He almost never complains, and he didn’t do so Friday.  We were both in good moods since we’d each had the day off and had some truly wonderful morning sex after our son went to school.  It was overwhelmingly good – lots of awesome positions, I was soaking wet, I came so hard I thought my feet had fallen off, and he made more noise when coming than he has in recent memory (a sure sign that he’s really enjoying himself is an increase in how much noise he makes).  Mad props to Sesame Street for entertaining the 2 year old.

So I was catching up with a friend I’ve known for a while – I’ll call her Jane.  Jane is in her second marriage; her first (a sex-less, passion-less 3 year fizzle) was with a good friend of ours who’s since moved away, remarried himself to the perfect woman of his dreams.  Jane and her husband are also really well-suited.  Everybody’s happy.  After a little while, she noticed that I was particularly happy, too – I said, “Well, things are great at home right now.”  She knows about our struggles (which I realize I should explain in more detail, and will in another post), but it’s been so long since we’ve had a good talk that I hadn’t told her about how awesome it was lately.  I went on, “Yup, there’s lots of love….. and LOTS of sex!”  Jane got this huge smile on her face and screamed with joy – it was so nice to finally get that off my chest!  It’s a hard thing to share with a friend when you’ve lived your life as uptight about sex as I have.  I mean, I don’t have anyone to whom I could say, “Holy shit, when M fucked me last night his cock was so deep, I thought he was in me up to my bellybutton.”  Well, I didn’t until Friday night, that is. I’ve known Jane for 8 years and have only tangentially referred to our sex lives a couple of times.  This was new and wonderful territory.

Jane and I have decided to brave a sex shop for the first time together.  I’ve been wanting to get a vibrator for M to use in my ass while he pounds my pussy, or vice-versa, and she says her husband has been dying to try a cock-ring.  I feel like I’ve been liberated, now that I can finally share my sexual self with someone.  I can’t tell you what I do for a living, but I will say that I work in a profession where if my car was seen outside a sex shop, I’d probably lose my job.  We’ll take her car for sure.