I wrote that last one mostly on Saturday, but then it was taking me a while to finish the post and she wanted to go for another romp, so before wrapping it up I was getting a little dizzy so I put it aside. I finished it the next day, and it seemed like I should write about the previous night’s activities, but it was too close to done so I just finished it as if Saturday hadn’t happened, really. But Saturday night’s sex was great too and I’m adding this post to commemorate it.
I didn’t tell her this, but I barely got high. I had given her pills, while I did tincture. It was an older bottle of tincture that I probably just need to throw out. Come to think of it, it has always been weird. It was one of the first ones I bought legally, so I used it to test out quantities and it basically didn’t work. What we know now is that I like about 15mg or more, and she likes about 22mg or more. But back then, we’d been eating brownies and we only had a general idea of what was in them. The dealer said it was about 100mg per brownie, and they were about 40 grams each, so about 2.5mg/g, and I would do 5g (12.5mg) and she would do 7mg (17.5mg). So when we started with the store-bought stuff I started us at that level and it kind of wasn’t enough, so I decided the brownies had more THC in them than advertised. I mean if you’re making it out of bud I don’t know how you’d have any idea how much THC is in there, so I’m not surprised if the number was a little off. I’m actually surprised it was close at all.
Anyway, I started doing little bits of this one bottle myself, in the daytime, to try to work out the right dosage. In the end it turned out we weren’t too far off but this one bottle made the problem worse. One day I did 8mg and felt basically nothing. The next day I did 10mg and got super high and it was really awkward. This Saturday, I did 17.5 mg of it and got less high than I had with 10mg that one time. Now, it’s getting old and maybe the THC is decomposing or something, but we have other old bottles that haven’t had that problem. I don’t know what the explanation could be except mixing, but I always slosh it around, so I’m not sure that makes any sense. I can’t explain it, in other words.
Anyway anyway, what this is all about is I was only a little bit high, which has two effects:
1) I’m not as high, and that can be frustrating because you don’t FEEL it, but I was high enough, barely.
2) I am more in control.
The most notable impact of #2 is that I can be a little more calculating. I mean I know how to push her buttons at this point, but when I’m high it’s not like I can string together a PLAN and stick to it. I make the plans and then they fall apart as soon as she does something hot, which is pretty much always. Saturday I took advantage of the fact I was more together than she was and thoroughly manipulated her into massive orgasm after massive orgasm. And I kept myself under control for a long time, not coming until about 2:30am, i.e. about 3.5 hours in. I was hard the entire time and it felt amazing. During one good 20-minute period where I was massaging her clit with a vibrator, she was just having deep, strong orgasms almost constantly. When she gets like this it’s hard to tell one from another–it’s almost like she’s just coming non-stop for minutes at a time. Meanwhile, I was completely enjoying the view of my gorgeous, sex goddess wife and edging myself (or grabbing her hand for her to do it) the whole time. I pre-came about 4 times, each time slickening my long shaft with that glorious slime, and when I told her that it happened she gasped each time and hit another high point right away.
Also, she came a few times while blowing me again, which you know by now is something I like a lot. When she appeared to finally be getting worn out, which she actually did this time, I asked her and she confirmed, so I said “OK, then I’m going to work up to finishing myself, and then we can go to bed.” And then what happened? My 50 YO wife, after fucking and coming for 3.5 hours, turned over, got on her hands and knees, and fucked my brains out. I realize that sounds backward–I was in the dominant position but she was calling all the shots. Leaning back and riding me, grabbing my hand and moving it onto her clit, and then finally, back on hands and knees, slamming her beautiful ass onto me, taking me balls deep into her tight little virgin pussy and then sliding me all the way out, until I completely lost my mind, blasting my come into the air and screaming. She said I went two octaves higher than usual and figured that I might have felt what she feels.
Basically, I felt like a god for 3+ hours and it’s all because of her, my muse and my goddess. And then–and THEN–on Sunday she surprised me with some lingerie and we had totally straight, sober, I love you so much fucking for 20 minutes and 20 orgasms (her) and one huge one (me). Also from behind, because we kind of needed to remember that one.
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