I haven’t been here for a couple months and it feels longer. For one thing, we’ve had big nights about ten times since then, I would say, even though we had a couple weeks off when we got sick (not Covid). For
another, just a lot has happened in our lives in that space of time. Nothing particularly good or bad, just a lot.
The most important practical issue to report is that we’ve been trying the Indica variety or strain of marijuana. It’s possible that I never had it before–30 years ago all my weed came from California where it’s almost all Sativa, I understand. People say Sativa is more in your head, Indica is more body. After some loose experimentation I think that’s true. On Indica, the sensations are just as good or maybe better, but a) I get less paranoid and b) I lack a certain energy. In other words, it’s a calmer experience but also a sleepier one and when we’re on 100% Indica, it’s harder to keep going for hours. So I’ve settled on giving us about 15-20 mg of Indica, plus 5-10 mg of Sativa, and that seems to be a good mix. Saturday night we went from 11:30 to 4am with maybe a half-hour downtime in there somewhere. I came three times, she came hundreds of times, though again it’s impossible to keep track. It’s been a while since I had that much staying power.
Anyway, I wanted to say that my wife’s pussy has to be the tightest, most powerfully muscled pussy there is. It is SO nice. I cannot imagine anything being tighter or sweeter. Sometimes she’ll loosen it up and that’s fun for sure–it feels like her resistance has evaporated and she’s asking me to have my way and drill her deep–but I’m so grateful for (and totally whipped by) the vise-grip that she deploys most of the time. I should also say that she’s continuing to take me deeper down her throat. She’s limited now not by any gag reflex, but just by access to oxygen, i.e. I block her air passages when I’m in her throat. This has been feeling so good that it’s fueling almost perpetual fantasies.
Also this last time: I’ve mentioned before the vocalizing about anal sex fantasies when she’s ass-up and I’m manipulating her clit. Oh my god, her ass is so hot. But I’ve also started exposing some other fantasies when the mood is right. So, a couple weeks ago I visited her in her office and she looked smokin’ hot. She had her reading glasses on, tits all perky, hair down around her shoulders, and I badly wanted to lay her on the desk and maul her right there. Both her bosses were there, however–in different rooms but too close by. But this fueled a fantasy in which she and I are fucking hardcore and her bosses are watching and so jealous of us and totally turned on. So anyway, while I was nailing her, I started talking about how hot she looked in the office that day, and that fantasy sort of congealed for the first time, and I told her how I wanted to fuck her right in front of her bosses, and in the moment it totally turned her on. Then the next day I felt a little shy about it and asked her if she remembered what I said and she didn’t, which I thought was good. Of course she could read this post. But the important message here is that some fantasies are just fantasies.
There was also something that happened a bit later. It was approaching my second orgasm. When I’ve already come once, I get a little too into my head sometimes and stress about staying hard, which of course makes it harder to stay hard. So I focus on her pleasure only, trying to take my mind off of finishing myself, which then often results in crossing that line where you’re on the road to coming again. An issue is that she always comes first, and that late in the evening, kind of slows down herself more than she does earlier in the evening (which is basically go-go-go, one orgasm after another). If she seems done, I feel like I should also stop, or at least I briefly question whether I should, and that takes me off the road and onto the shoulder of flaccidity. So, this time, we were getting really freaking deep into what we were doing, me just totally pounding her and her pushing back with equal power, and she came really hard, and I said “I’m NOT stopping” and a few moments later “I’m not stopping until I COME” and just totally blew it, almost in her but I always get out in time. Both outbursts set her on FIRE and she started screaming again (in the quiet way we use when there are sleeping children nearby), so it all worked.
For the kids here: this was consent. We know each other really well, and I’m confident she would ask me to stop if she wanted me to. The reason we have such good sex is that it is completely, totally, 100% based on trust and consent and comfort with expressing ourselves. So even when I acted like I was doing whenever I wanted and wouldn’t listen, she knows I would stop immediately if she asked. I’ve made mistakes before, where she said stop and I kept going for a few moments, and I do not do that anymore. You must not either.
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