We saw Marc Maron’s new-ish HBO special, which I liked a lot. He has a bit, presented as a true story, where he’s at a diner with his “demented dad.” Quoting him. His dad has some form of dementia, memories are fading, but it’s intermittent and he still carries on conversations fine most of the time. So there’s a lead up I don’t remember well enough to relate here, but he asks his dad, “is there anything better or more important than fucking?” And his dad, between spoonfuls of soup, says “nope.”
This is my mantra! Like, I’ve had a reasonably successful life. I’ve had some great jobs, pretty high profile some of them, and I know what I’m doing so now that I don’t have a job I can get by consulting. But anybody who looked at my background and didn’t think fucking is the most important thing there is would probably wonder what the hell I’m doing. Basically it looks like I’m not working very hard and could be making a lot more money. The reality is I’m kind of sick of working, you know, ultimately nobody really wants to, like maybe you like what you do but come on, it would be more fun if you could do it as much or as little as you like and not have to worry about what anyone else needs from you. So that’s basically the kind of job I gave myself, because I care about supporting our offspring, doing interesting work, and getting high and fucking my wife a lot more than I care about money. We take care of the kids and the cats, too, and we like eating out a lot. We barely have enough money for all of that. But that’s the thing. We have enough money for that.
I would like to acknowledge my privilege here. I sort of got lucky, at a small scale, with real estate. Back when I lived in NYC I had one bad landlord experience after another. None were terrible, but after a while I started thinking “OK, this will never stop being the case unless I stop renting.” After 10 years of it I decided to buy something, and I had enough saved in my 403b to pull out a loan for a down payment, and I bought a place on 31st St. in Brooklyn, in a neighborhood we called Cemetery Flats but realtors wanted to call Greenwood Heights (although we were about 10 ft above sea level so I don’t know what they called our part of the hood). Average house on a crap block, I mean it was safe and everything but all the neighbors were on disability from the MTA or whatnot, you know, it seemed like none of them cared about advancing themselves or their families or had any kind of ambition to understand that there was a lot more to the world. We were colonizers, in other words, and that neighborhood has picked up a lot, I understand. Anyway the point of this paragraph is to say that after a couple rounds of trading up we have a lot of equity in our current home, so we’re fairly safe financially even though I make a lot less than I used to. If not for that, I probably wouldn’t be relaxed at all about not wanting to make more money.
That said, fucking is the best and most important thing in life and I get a lot of it, from my extremely hot wife who is the sweetest little slut to me. Do you know we’ve gotten high and fucked now 9 nights in a row? It’s the holidays after all. Two nights ago wasn’t great, we were tired and with young adult kids in the house we get interrupted again, now and again. But last night, whoa. I mean she is really hot, just super fit and youthful-looking … I’ve probably mentioned this before but she has no wrinkles on her body. No stretch marks, no cheese. Apart from working really hard on her nutrition and fitness, she’s truly blessed, she just has great skin. She also has always been really good about sunscreen, which I used to mock (gently), but I have to admit that no other 50-something mom out there looks like this. Her boss is probably the second-hottest babe in our town, younger by a few years, and pretty sun-damaged. I mean, she looks great but she’s a tanner, and it shows, at 47 or so is a little craggy.
Speaking of my wife, one one recent night while I was eating her pussy, she got a biggest that she said was like a star exploding. She felt the energy all over her body. Later in the same meal, she said “that was two coming together into one.” I said “you mean you were having two simultaneous orgasms, that then joined into one larger one?” and she said “yes.”
Hmm. I’m sure she’s putting into words what we don’t really have words for, but one way or another, that raises one simple question: how do you have two orgasms simultaneously? To the best of my understanding, it must have to do with how orgasms hit in different parts of her body. She physically feels the orgasm in different places. But she has individual orgasms hit in more than one place, so this is different. Two different orgasms. Fraternal twins from two cells, not identical from one. But then they conjoined and blew up. Do other women have orgasms like she does? Just fewer? Or is there something else different?
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OK, so it’s been a few days. After our 10th straight day we then took a day off and I immediately got nauseous for 3 days. The gummies cause a little bit of constipation; a couple days of it is no big deal but I guess that was too much and my body revolted as soon as I stopped. But oh, what happened next.
So, throughout the 10 days she was just getting dirtier and dirtier. By the end we were back to having anal for the first time in a few months. But not only that, she was really getting into me being her master and doing everything I said (which only works because I don’t tell her to do things she won’t want to do), and saying she wanted to do everything I wanted to do. Of course after 10 straight days of it neither of us was really all that horny. But then we had a 3-day break.
I went into things last night not expecting anything. But she still seemed to want my fingers playing with her asshole, and we did some of that, sometimes while I ate her pussy, and then I licked and flicked and ate her little asshole in the middle of her perfect, round, supple, tiny little girl ass cheeks while I massaged her clit, and she was going wild. So I got up, got aside her, and plunged in one finger, then two, then three, stretching her little anus out to make room for my hot cock, which was ridiculously hard and throbbing by this point. The whole time I was talking dirty about what I was going to do to her little hole and asking her if she wanted it, which she agreed to but I wasn’t really sure she could hear what I was saying (kids in the house again*) and was maybe just going along with the emotions of it all.
Well. This is an issue. The previous few nights we kind of just did it, with no verbal consent. And then when she’s on her hands and knees or stomach it’s hard to see how she’s feeling. And there are moments with anal, especially in the very beginning, where it can hurt more than it feels good even when I’m being careful, so there’s a little mental negotiation going on in my head the whole time–while worried about how happy and comfortable she is, it’s hard to just stay hard and enjoy what I’m doing sometimes. So this time I said “did you hear what I was saying” and she said “no, why?” and I said “because I was trying to get your consent for something and you said yes but I’m pretty sure you couldn’t hear me” and she said “what” and I said “anal” and she said “Yes.”
Well, again. I could tell she had been enjoying it all but audible, clear consent still makes a difference because that’s license to kill, right? Oh my god I finished stretching her out with tons of silicone lube on my fingers, and she lay down with one leg back, one knee bent, and I angled in there and jammed my rock hard rod into her little rosebud. Hell yes. I mean, I started a little slowly, but there’s a moment in the beginning that she just kind of has to get past, so I just powered her past that and started fucking her little ass balls-deep, over and over. She was in heaven. At first she had the cordless magic wand on her clit and while I slammed her ass over and over for she was coming over and over. Then she put it away and just enjoyed being filled up completely. She was moaning and crying and thoroughly loving it and loving me, and I could not get enough of my perfect slutty wife. OMG I love her so much.
This was early in the evening, probably only an hour in, so I refrained from my favorite thing, pumping her ass full of my cum. But I had done that in a shorter session just a few nights before, and I remember how great it felt. I wanted to fuck her a lot more, plus she hadn’t sucked my cock by that point and I wanted that bad. So I pulled out eventually to let her recover, then came back to rubbing her clit and demanding “you’re going to do a great job sucking my cock tonight, aren’t you?” and she said “Master, I want your cock in my mouth so bad, I’m going to blow you so good!” and oh my, I know not a lot of people get what I get or have what we have. I am blessed and I am happy.
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