It’s only been a few days since the last post, but we had a couple good nights over Thanksgiving weekend, and I wanted to get a couple thoughts down before they fade.
We continued the dress-up stuff. One night I put her in the outfits, and the other we both did, i.e. she got dressed ahead of time, and then after a couple hours I picked a different one for her. None of them were closely tied in any way to a particular fantasy; I tried to get her into an office affair story, but I think it was too close to home. We met in an office, and maybe had the hots for each other (I certainly did), but never had an affair and never even talked about it. Then a few years later when we were both single, we started going out. It was important to her that we had always behaved properly (which is to say, she did–I would totally have fooled around with her, but I’m glad now we didn’t, since affairs sour fast and we’ve now been together over 20 years), so a fantasy that requires her to quasi-believe the opposite was probably a little unpalatable.
What did work were the blow jobs. OMG. I mean, I’ve been doing great but let’s focus on her for now. On the first night, the first time she went down on me, I was sitting on my knees. She slid up and arranged herself, her on knees and elbows in front of me. I forget exactly what she was or wasn’t wearing at that moment … what I remember clearly is her grabbing my dick with her right hand, moving her mouth toward me to get started, and then shuddering with orgasm with her lips an inch from my glans. She got so turned on by the thought of throating my cock that she came even before she did it. Apart from the fact that she’s a goddess/superhuman and her clit extends through every part of her body, the best explanation I have for this is that she’s a good girl who always wanted to be bad, but couldn’t find the right guy to do it with. Now when she’s confronted directly with the naughty things she’s about to do, the good girl gets overcome with desire. (Note: I don’t think even the purely good girl thought oral per se was dirty. But what this girl does is dirty.)
She then went on to have four or five more orgasms with my cock in her throat, since that’s truly dirty and it turns her on completely. Let me tell you again that having the wife you love/woman you would do anything for/slut you’re desperate to fuck/good girl you’ve hopelessly corrupted come while your cock is in her throat is the best feeling you could ever possibly hope to have. Some of it is physical–the lurching and jolting can be a little out of control, and with her throat squeezing and tongue lashing … well. An then a lot of it is mental–in reality, I know it’s mainly just that she’s the rare person capable of it, but it still makes me feel like I won the most important of competitions, for one thing, and that I’m extremely good at sex, for another.
Later that same night, I put her in a pink skirt and pink crop top, and little while strappy ouvert panties. This is a longer skirt–still a mini-skirt, but of a length she would actually wear in public, possibly. The fun of it is not what it reveals, but what it hides–she plays with pulling it up in different places, exposing tasty areas of skin. She sat up, and I played with her clit under the skirt and kissed her, grabbed her breasts, and pinched her nipples (gently) until she came a few times, then I had a thought. We should finally fuck on the storage bench.
There’s nothing special about this storage bench, except that I made sure to buy one that was pretty sturdy. But we’ve had it for six months and hadn’t used it for sex once. I had this idea that we could do seated cowgirl on it, forward and reverse. We never have done reverse cowgirl (she thinks we tried it once and it didn’t work, but that would have been well before the marijuana period of our sex lives). And we don’t do cowgirl much because of how dizzy the weed makes her. I think somewhere back in the earlier posts I mentioned a time where she wasn’t fully high yet and I talked her into it, and it was great.
Anyway, she was pretty skeptical and at least at first said she didn’t think it would work. I said, let’s just try it and if it doesn’t, we’ll stop. I want to talk about consent here. If she had said, I don’t think I’ll like it, I would stop there. We don’t do things she doesn’t want to do, and I don’t try to talk her into it at the time–I save the conversation for later, when we’re not high. I’m not perfect–sometimes she has to tell me to buzz off twice. But if she says, I don’t think I can do it, then I feel OK disputing that a little. In this case, she agreed to try it. And it was great.
I sat down on the bench, and she shimmied up onto my lap. I pinched and twisted her clit to give her a couple quick orgasms, then slid her pussy, all wet and swollen, onto me. I alternated between getting my hands under her ass cheeks, spreading and squeezing and lifting, and under her thighs, where I had more leverage and could raise her up then let gravity slam her back down deep onto my cock (with some modulation of that–it’s not like I just dropped her). All of the action was hidden under the skirt, except that she was doing the little strip tease thing, raising it on one side or the other. I was incredibly turned on, and she kept saying “oh this is so hot” and “this feels so amazing” and coming over and over. Finally, grabbing her ass, lifting her and letting her drop with my left arm, I reached around with my right and slid my middle finger into her asshole, just up to the second knuckle, but we had warmed her up back there a little bit beforehand so she was ready for me to be a little rough with it, and she totally blew her top. She tries to be as quiet as possible when the kids are in the house, but sometimes I do so well she just can’t stay quiet, and that also makes me feel great.
It was then time for me to come–I couldn’t prevent it any longer, but with her on top of me I couldn’t really get out easily. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to let her know a few moments before the explosion, and she stood up just enough for me to escape. She said “pull up the skirt!” but it was too late. I exploded inside the skirt as she settled her clit back onto my cock, rocking back and forth and coming constantly, her dripping wet pussy and clit pressing and sliding against my throbbing rod. My orgasm was my biggest ever–I know back in an earlier post I mentioned one that was 30 seconds long, and I’m sure this was at least as long. There was the first rush of about 5 pumps, then a tingling that felt like precumming, and another surge, then the tingling again, then ANOTHER surge. She said again “that was AMAZING,” and it was.