Lies, Cupcakes

We’ve been going at a good clip since I last wrote, 3-4 times a week. Work is heating up and while that means I don’t have time to get high and stay up late that much, it also kind of helps me feel better about myself (I am a contractor; lots of work means more money and maybe even making a living), which makes me want her even more. Also all the working out makes me feel sexy and I recently upgraded my weights, which always has some impact on my size.

I need to tell you a story about tits. So we were in New Orleans in probably 2000. I remember it was the first trip we ever took together, and we had to kind of get used to each other’s travel preferences, like I wanted to ride some public transit and she wanted to stay in a real hotel, not the junky place I found in the groovy neighborhood by the trolley stop.

Anyway we were in the French Quarter in front of one of those tourist shops with t-shirts hanging out front. One that was featured was a bunch of illustrated euphemisms for tits, like “jugs,” “melons,” etc. Or maybe they were all food items? I’ve searched a bit and not been able to find it. Anyway she asked me what hers were, and you know, they were not big but they were perfect but all my previous serious lovers & partners had huge tits, like a full D cup being the smallest of the three and one being a big F. The one in the middle, size-wise, was my late high school early college girlfriend, the other two followed in close succession, so I’d been with a big-breasted lover for about half of my life at that point. So we saw that t-shirt and she said “which ones are mine?”

Now, I had fucked a lot of super hot girls with tits of all sizes; I love big tits like anyone else but I love all tits pretty much equally, and the ones I get to call mine I love most of all. But you don’t go talking about all the other small-titted women you’ve fucked in hopes that it’s going to soften your wife’s reaction to telling her she has small tits, especially when she knows about the huge naked tits you’ve seen for half your life. Basically, I was in a risky situation where I could easily say the wrong thing, and the t-shirt inspired it, but the t-shirt was also my salvation because perfectly, one of the euphemisms was “cupcakes,” which is really a great description of her beautiful perky little breasts. So that’s what I picked as my answer, and she loved it, and since then when we hear the word “cupcake” we think of her sweet little tits, and if I talk about her cupcakes she knows what I mean.

Here’s the punchline. The other night she took off her jammies to reveal:

Yes! Cupcake-tit lingerie. It was super romantic and super naughty at the same time. So hot. If you’re interested, it’s on Adore Me, which is pretty good lingerie, not great, but lots cheaper than the good stuff and lots better than the cheap stuff.

She has breast fed since that time, of course, and things went crazy. When they were full, she had DD breasts and they were awesome. Cantaloupes not cupcakes. I drank milk out of them once; I know probably that makes a lot of people uncomfortable or even grossed out, but it’s not that weird. I had to try it once, right? I bet a lot of adults have. The milk was sweet and fatty. Since then they’ve gone back to regular size, somewhat less firm than before, but still very smooth and cute.

Have I said that she has gotten super fit? I think so. She’s doing Noom, an app, which matches your eating to your exercise to make sure you don’t eat too much or too little. As part of that she’s been doing 10K+ steps per day, and our neighborhood is really hilly, so that’s a pretty significant workout. She’s tiny now, a lot skinnier and getting pretty hard abs. She has looked great in every shape and size but holy shit, I’m fucking a Fleur Du Mal model who comes hundreds of times in a night. And actually she’s in her 50s, not 22 which is what you’d think if you saw her completely wrinkle-free beautiful body. Or 17, maybe.

By the way she’s also the best mom ever and a great cook and really fun to hang out with and really freaking smart. I am very lucky.

But what I really want to talk about is a couple things she doesn’t like:

• Thrusting in her mouth
• Verbal references suggesting she is underage/jailbait
• schoolgirl outfits.

She just threw out the schoolgirl skirts so that one is all done and finished, but when it comes to the other two, I’m not sure. The other night we were fucking missionary, kind of later in the evening, and we were both out of our minds. She’s on her 80th orgasm at least (again, I don’t count anymore, I estimate based on pace and elapsed time), getting fucked by her beloved man. Her beloved man had been fucking his beautiful wife with the Olympic diver body and been calling her “sweet girl,” “baby girl,” “little girl,” “slave” and probably a half-dozen worse things all night, and all I could think about was how ludicrously tight her pussy is, so how could I not start calling her my 17-year old, my school girl, my virgin, my virgin schoolgirl? But maybe you wouldn’t predict that with every increasingly appalling utterance of mine, she gasped louder and lurched more heavily, coming hard or extending and empowering the orgasm she was already having.

I think you get the point there. What then happened, maybe the same night but I think a couple days later … she had been such a good girl all night and she got the idea that she should put on her Guess denim jumpsuit, something like this:

but skimpier. And she wore it with this crazy fake diamond choker/necklace thing with hundreds of stones. And with thigh-high boots like these, but in matching denim:

And then a lot of things happened. First, I’m not sure what exactly she was in trouble for but there’s always something, because she’s very bad. So she needed some correction and when I say “some” I mean a lot. I didn’t plan it this way, but I asked her to lie on her stomach so I could see her ass in that crazy tight outfit, and with her ass cheeks hanging out I just needed to smack her. I told her that it was time for her to be corrected, that she had been bad and was on the wrong course. She gasped and asked “are you going to spank me?” I said I’m only giving you what you deserve and what’s best for you.

I really need to finish this post, which I’ve been working on for like a week even if it doesn’t seem like it. So let me just say holy shit, we were turned on. Can you imagine, though, later, when I took off all her clothes but the necklace and the boots? And how fucking hot she and her hot little shaved pussy looked? OH MY GOD. She has never looked better. So I fucked her like that for a good long time. Later I facefucked her and, like one time before that I wrote about here, when I pulled out a jolt ran through her body, she gasped and moaned, and shook in orgasm.