Last night

Or the last three nights now, actually. It takes me a while to write these. Actually I didn’t even really start this post I earnest until after the second night. And if I don’t finish it tonight, which I probably won’t, there’ll be another big night before it’s done. But I did write down two words after that first night:

• deepest
• titfuck

Why did I do this? Because I have a really bad memory of what we do on our big nights. Obviously I remember a lot of it or I wouldn’t be able to write anything, and nothing I’ve written is made up, except for the parts I make up during the big nights. I guess I remember the stories and settings I create. What I forget is things that happen in the course of the night that I try to make a mental note to myself to remember, because I think they’d be interesting to write about. I don’t usually forget immediately, but if I take a few days before I write, it can happen. So I started this post to write down those two words right away.

So! Deepest. I was eating her pussy. Typically I settle on a pattern that’s working; I can feel her body start on the road to another orgasm, and then I gradually intensify the activity–pressing harder, moving faster, or mauling more violently. When she starts coming I then try to stay on the pattern, with the same intensity, until I see her just get over that peak and then if I get it right, I can switch it up, maintaining the intensity and changing the pattern, and keep the orgasm going, and then increasing the intensity to grow it. A lot of her biggests happen this way, by building orgasm on orgasm. In general this involves a lot of tongue muscle activity and even I eventually get worn out; sometimes I can keep her going until I just cannot continue.

So this one night, which is now three big nights ago, four actual nights, I fucking nailed it. On the one hand, I want to keep her orgasming as long as I can, but with every pattern shift and intensity increase, the orgasm can get bigger or newer or, now, deepest. I was getting the shifts exactly right, so it wasn’t taking terribly long, and I wasn’t making any missteps along the way, which can dial her back a little bit. Basically she was just going up and up the whole time, at a pretty fast clip, and by the time I was dealing with complete oxygen debt in my poor worn-out tongue, this incredibly intense orgasm had gone on for about 2.5 minutes, blowing up more and more the whole time. When I finally couldn’t get my tongue to move, I pulled up, she shuddered through her whole body, then exhaled deeply, the fullest sigh you ever heard, and said “that was the deepest.” I wasn’t sure I heard her right. She saw my confusion and said “it was the deepest ever. I can’t explain what ‘deep’ means.”

She’s described orgasms as “deep” before. That part I’m familiar with. It was just the first time she ever called one the deepest. I love it–it feels so good to turn on my beautiful, sexy, perfect wife. That I can do that for her makes me feel like a success, basically. Like a sex god. Who else could do this for Venus?

Now, titfuck. There’s something I haven’t mentioned because it’s one of those potentially identifying factors, but as long as I don’t say anything else, like anything about how or why it happened, it’s probably safe to tell you that her tits are a lot bigger than they used to be. She’s always had perfect perky little cupcakes, B-cup, except for when she’s been breastfeeding and had beautiful Ds when she was filled up. They shrank after that of course, but now, many years later, she’s a C and on the big side of that. With sweet little upturned nipples, wow. But anyway, more importantly than size, she is just really loving her tits like she never did before. I maybe didn’t know how to love them? I would, often, kiss them, grab them and pinch her nipples while munching on her pussy, but I didn’t just enjoy them. Now I play with them constantly, grab them roughly, tease them gently, squeeze them into pointy shapes and generally flop them all around. She loves seeing me get all turned on by them, so she gets turned on, too.

Anyway, we’ve titfucked before but always with her lying down, me straddling her torso, and that’s awesome but it takes some effort and it’s hard to get really wrapped up in them. I have to push my dick downward, so I kind of grab the outside of her breasts with my fingers, pulling them inward, while using my thumbs to hold it in her cleavage. It’s awkward. Sitting up titfucks are totally different! My dick is naturally pointing the right direction, her tits are falling forward instead of outward, so it’s just scooping them up and flopping them wherever it feels good. I went nuts, you know, shouting “hell yeah baby!” in the way I do when there are kids in the house, which is pretty quietly but with a lot of emotion behind it. She was digging it too; I can’t remember if she had a vibe or was using her hands, but she came at least a couple times. I mean, how long can a titfuck go on? It was pretty intense, so after a minute or two you either have to ramp it up somehow, or let it go. Ramping it up meant coming for me, and I wasn’t ready, so we moved on and did whatever we did next.

So then two nights later we had another big night and it was awesome, too. One thing I wanted to note, that I haven’t forgotten, is how much I’ve been using my hands. I always have, but lately it’s even more. Generally it’s the first thing we do; she may still be fully clothed, and I’ll rub her clit through it all. As we heat things up, I’ll move inside her pajama pants to rub through her panties, and then eventually one way or another, directly on her clit. We must have done that for 25 minutes, longer than usual, and she was coming the whole time. This was more like the peaks and valleys style, not the plateau cleft by chasms style (see Units of Orgasm for a fuller description of this). On average it was better than one a minutes, although there were a couple long ones in there, of a minute or more. So let’s say about 30 orgasms of I guess what we used to call “foreplay.” I can’t call it that anymore because we’re going from one thing to another and back for hours.

On an upcoming post I want to write about the BDSM. It’s just hard to know what to say, so I’m thinking about it. It’s been really good. A great example of sex being a place we go, rather than a thing we do. By the way, after getting high and fucking for hours on three nights out of four, including the last two, she wanted to do it again tonight. I can’t–I need some sleep and some recharge.