It’s been a few weeks and we haven’t been quiet at home, I’ve just been quiet here. One issue is I’m trying to write this in ways that don’t give away who we are, and a couple of the ideas I had would expose more detail about our lives. I thought about writing them on my non-anonymous blog but the risk of people making connections between the two is too high.
So that kind of raises the question of why I’m writing this at all. I do get a little spam so I can tell it’s not entirely hidden, but there’s a chance that I’ll do all this writing and no human will see it. What I think I’m trying to achieve is a) to remind my future self, in case he ever needs it, that for a long period of my life I had the best sex possible with the hottest girl in the world, the goddess of sex; and b) maybe some commemoration, after we’re gone, and some recognition that regular people can have incredible, thoroughly dirty sex lives as part of happy marriages; and c) maybe some kind of inspiration to our children and/or other descendants, an encouragement always to collaborate with their partners to make their sex lives great. That is the lesson I want people to hear … my wife is superhuman in some ways but even with that, we would not have this mind-blowing sex life without putting a lot of work in.
Anyway, so let me tell you about the last couple weeks. We’ve had an issue with our favorite mmj capsules being discontinued, and then we have to try a new brand/style/strain/quantity and work out the right amounts. We had some great nights, but also got too high some of the time and got dizzy, or there were a couple times we got drunk at dinner (properly physically-distanced etc.) and then the high is pretty different. But yesterday. For yesterday, there are no words sufficiently superlative. We both woke up early and didn’t feel that good about it. Friday morning, we knew we’d want to have a late night, so it sucks to be up at 5am tossing and turning. I started giving her a massage, hoping just to calm her down, it led to touching, that led to pussy-licking and clit-mauling (I am a master, let me remind you), and though I had just woken up, which is always difficult for me, some serious hardcore fucking. My god, she is the most fuckable sweet little girl I have ever known. So before we even got out of bed on Friday morning she’d come 20 times. I finished her off with a massage machine we have, to get her back into a relaxed state.
We both had easy, relaxed Fridays and then last night got the dosages right. Midnight to 4am, non-stop, hardcore fucking, cocksucking, pussy eating, oh my god. It was the best night ever. We had no alcohol, I had just a little coffee at 11pm to keep me up, it was amazing. Our best night ever. Again, I’m not counting orgasms because it distracts from my focus, but in four hours we had relatively few breaks and she was coming non-stop so I’m going to say at least 200 orgasms, maybe 300. Also, the hottest blowjob of my life (and that keeps happening, so the hotness level is pretty crazy at this point). I stood next to the bed, she lay on her belly, she came like 6-10 times while taking me down her throat and sliding me back out. Do you know how awesome it is for your wife to be so turned on by sucking your cock that SHE comes in the middle of it? The mental equation here is always colored by the suspicion that she’s only doing this for you, right? That she might not enjoy it–and that’s a turn-off. But there she is, coming when she wraps her lips around your cock and takes you as deep as she can. I can only barely control myself; I have to make her stop now and again. Like, a lot.
Also, our sex is becoming less the romantic kind and more the dominating kind. It’ll change again but it’s nice that leads to no weirdness. She’s mine, basically, and that’s hot. I’m also hers but she’s known that for a long time.
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