The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

sss

 

 

You’ll never guess what I did at 4 am today…I hopped a fence and went skinny dipping in the hot springs. It was so nice having the whole place to myself. I was sorry ♀ wasn’t there with me, but we’d had a difficult night and besides I’m not sure how we would have explained both of us wandering around outside to the woman at the front desk. I explained what 30 years of night shift does to a person and told her I was walking down to the beach. We decided to spend a second night here so I was able to sleep in a bit. It was nice.

♀ called her dad…and cried…former sister-in-law….and cried…Junior …and cried. It’s understandable, of course.  Besides having a child together, he’d been a part of her life since high school. A big part of why she’s upset right now is how this had hurt Junior, but eventually she’ll need to come to terms with her own issues.

We tried making love a couple of times, but she couldn’t find her mojo (hardly surprising) she offered to give me lovin’ (she’s so great), but I told her no. We did get naked and lay on the bed just touching each other for a while. I don’t know if being a sissy has anything to do with it, but I really liked just doing that.

♀ put the butt plug in me and we went for a stroll down to the lake in the late afternoon sunshine. There was no beach to speak of, but we found an old boat launch that was nice and private and took some pictures. When we got back we went for another dip in the hot springs.  First we went into the caves, which are quite hot. Right beside them is a very cold ‘stream-fed’ pool. ♀wanted me to go in…at first I refused, but then she said she’d fuck me with the ‘Feeldoe’ so in I jumped. After that we went into the big pool. It’s a little cooler then the caves, but still very nice. We spent most of our time fondling each other and making comments about the women in the pool: cuteness, nice boobs, fat asses, odd tattoos, interesting bathing suits, the dynamics of the couples we saw…the list is endless.

When we got back D called to say we have a done deal on the apartment. Yippee!

I braided her hair and laced her into her corset. She hasn’t worn it for several weeks. The dress she wore to dinner wasn’t fancy, but wow the corset made her look uberhot even in a plain dress.  The waiters seemed to be making lots of trips past our table. Unfortunately, we had a waitress and the service was terrible. I think she was jealous.

After dinner we went back into the hot springs. We found a relatively quiet corner in the caves and made out until ♀ got over heated. We went into the big pool and ♀ sat on my lap and teased me. It was all light and playful until I felt a big warm gush. She was peeing on me!  I love it when she pisses on me, but for her to do it there…well fuck! It made me really really excited. She could feel how hard my cock was getting so she turned around and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right there in the pool with all the people around. I told her I did, but I thought there would be a lack of lubrication in the water. The pool was still quite crowded and lots of people were sitting on other peoples laps so that didn’t attract attention.  The mineral water is murky so nobody could really see what was going on. She kept necking with me and playing with my nipples and fiddling with positions and then holy doodle, I was inside of her. There were people all around us and she just bounced lightly up and down on my cock. It was so freakin’ exciting. After about 10 minutes they announced it was closing time and people needed to get out of the pool. It was pretty clear I wasn’t going to be able to come with that kind of pressure and I was going to need a few minutes to settle down so she got off me and we composed ourselves. Even though neither of us had an orgasm, it was an intensely exciting experience.

When we got back to our room, we had a shower and shaved the various body parts that needed shaving. When we got out she told me to kneel on the bed and she brought out our new flogger. She beat me for about ten minutes; lightly at first, then harder and harder. By the time she stopped, my ass was on fire and my cock was rock hard again. She lay on her back and I entered her easily. Then spread my legs like a good sissy. I bit her lip while we were kissing and she slapped my face. She reminded me that only she is allowed to inflict pain and unless she says otherwise she expects me to kiss like a girl…gently. She told me what a bad boy I was for fucking her in the pool and how I would have been punished and publicly humiliated if I’d been caught. It didn’t take long for me to come.

By this time, ♀had found her mojo and really needed an orgasm. So we continued with the pool fantasy while I fingered her come filled cunt. A strapping young boy had been watching us and knew what was going on. He edged closer to us and when he was sitting right next to us he slipped his hand down into his own bathing suit. I was unaware of his presence, but ♀ locked eyes with him and licked her lips in the most seductive way, encouraging him as she bounced up and down on my cock. When all three of us were very close, the strapping young boy grabbed me by the hips and lowered me onto his lap with ♀ still impaled on my cock. He didn’t enter me, but he grabbed ♀ breasts with his big strong hands, pulled her to him and kissed her like a real man with me sandwiched between them. That one image is what did it for her and she had a long intense orgasm.

Yeah, it was smokin’ hot! But I haven’t forgotten she owes me a <Feeldoe> fuck.

As most of you know this past week sss and I have been very stressed for reasons that we could not talk about at the time.  We are now able to share with you what has been going on in our exciting and ever changing life (as most of you know OUR life is NEVER dull…even when we want it to be).
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I went for a mammogram at the beginning of August. Two days later I got a phone call that I needed to come back in and have further tests done. They would not tell me why I needed these tests done just that they were necessary. That is when our life got turned upside down, inside out and backwards. I returned early this week (2 different days) for the other tests they needed to do while still waiting patiently. One of the techs at the diagnostic center was nice enough to share with me the previous pictures that had been taken and showed me a circle about the size of a baby finger nail in one of my breasts. This made my whole nightmare a reality. Today was my doctors appointment to talk about results. Guess who did not get any sleep last night? I know lots of women end up with no serious problem, but it is hard to keep yourself together and think positive and not let the “what if’s?” in. That is why we asked you all to send positive thoughts our way.
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AND THE NEWS IS……..
The doctor had good news to report today. We do to need to worry about anything at this point. They are fairly certain the spot is just dense breast tissue and she has requested that I return for another mammogram in 6 months so they can compare pictures.
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Thanks to everyone for their support through all this.
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♀ & sss

Her period started the day after the doctors appointment so PMS combined with a good reason to get emotional and her breasts often get tender and achy during that week, but in those circumstances…well you can just imagine.

I really did try to stay positive and upbeat, but it’s hard not to let your mind wander. Also, neither of us are any good at hiding our emotions from each other. It didn’t matter what we were saying, she could see the worry in my eyes and I could see the fear in hers.

We tried several times to make love during those nine days, but she was only able to come once. It was a small orgasm and she was crying (again) when it finished.

“You don’t touch them like you did before.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s so not fair. My boobs are the one part of my body that I really like and now there might be something wrong with them.”

“Everything is going to be fine. I really believe that.” It was dark enough that she couldn’t see my eyes and I managed to keep my voice steady.

“What if it’s not? What if it’s something….bad?” Neither of us have said ‘it’ out loud.

“If you lost a tit, you could borrow one of mine. See, there’s another advantage to being married to a sissy.”

The wait: Interminable. The stress: Palpable.

We took the stairs rather then the elevator after we left the doctors office and she stopped at a landing between floors and threw her arms around me. We kissed long and deep and passionately and I fondled her with great gusto and she was very pleased.

We didn’t have time for sex that day, but I woke her up the following morning when I got home from work. Her period had just started and she was crampy and still tired. I suggested that we wait until later, but she didn’t think that was an option. Actually, I think her exact words were, “I need to have sex with you. Right now!” I’ll never get tired of hearing that.

I got some towels and we got busy. Not surprisingly, I gave her breasts lots of attention to start off with. (They really are beautiful. She thinks so to. Just ask her. And if you want to see them, don’t be shy cuz she isn’t.) After a while I asked if I could go down on her. She said yes and as I suckled her clit like a miniature nipple I watched her play with her boobs. She squeezed them together and pulled them up to her face giving herself cleavage she could barely see past. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked it just like I was sucking her clit. She held it between her teeth and let go of her boob. She stretched her other nipple the same way then she wrapped her arms around herself like she was giving her breasts a great gig hug.

She squirted a bunch of lube between her breasts and motioned for me to come up to her.

“I want you to fuck them. I need to feel that big thick cock between my tits.”

I straddled her and she squeezed them together, encasing me in lube slick boobage. Every time I thrust forward the head of my cock popped into her mouth. I didn’t last long, but she didn’t seem to mind. She squeezed every last drop I had onto her breasts.

I knelt beside her. With one hand I massaged my cum into her breasts and with two fingers of my other hand I massaged her G-spot. She looked after her clit. It didn’t take her long to come, but when she did she was able to ride the wave for a very long time. I think ‘joyous’ would be an apt description of her orgasm.

When she was done I licked the blood and pussy juices off of our fingers, kissed her deeply and fondled her spectacular breasts.

“I have happy boobies again, Baby!”

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We finally got around to the special pampering I promised ♀ last week. I first got the idea after <our last pedicure>.  We have an old portable foot spa in our storage and one day a couple of weeks ago I dug it out and plugged it in to see if it still worked. It has settings for ‘heat’, ‘massage’ & ‘bubbles’.  Only the bubbles still seemed to be working, but that was OK for what I had planned.

On Valentines Day Eve I took ♀ upstairs to the office. I had the foot spa filled with hot water and Epsom salts set up under the computer desk, a glass of wine waiting for her and soft music playing. She did homework and soaked her piggies while I brushed and braided her hair. Have I ever mentioned how much I love playing with her hair?

Once her hair was done and her feet were soaked, I pulled up a stool and got to work. I filed her feet, removed the last of the old nail polish (I hate that part), clipped and filed her nails. Then I shaved her legs. It was much easier then trying to do it in the shower. I massaged lotion into her feet and body butter onto her nice smooth legs and I finished by applying two coats of ruby-red polish on her toe nails. 

The whole thing took about an hour and when I was done we retired to the boudoir aka hopped into the sack, but before I could start anything ♀ decided her pussy needed shaving. If you’re new here (We got reviewed on <Jane’s Guide>…I am so excited! Thanks Shay!) and want to see a pic of ♀ shaved pussy <click here>.

Once her pussy was shaved, I gave it the tongue test cuz that’s the only way to be sure I hadn’t missed any hairs. I had done a great job with no stubble to be found and as an added bonus she already tasted horny. So I stayed right where I was and I licked and kissed and nibbled and poked and did all the things that she loves me to do with my mouth and she groaned and moaned and stroked my head and slid one smooth leg across my shoulders while a soft foot caressed my ass and when her juices were running down my chin she told me she needed my cock so I slid up and kissed her and she reached down to guide me into her and that’s when she noticed. I had completely failed to load.

Occasionally I have troubles keeping an erection and sometimes I can’t manage an orgasm, but I can almost always get it up…especially  with all the foreplay we’d had. Usually just a whiff of her pussy is enough to get me going. The only explanation I can come up with is I’ve had a brutal cold the past few days and maybe the decongestants dried up more then my runny nose. ♀ was as compassionate and understanding as could be and even though she was really, really horny her only concern was my delicate male ego.

“What the fuck is up with that??!!”She growled without a trace of irony. She told me to kneel beside her and she took my flaccid member into her mouth. While she tried to blow life into me (funny…that whole ’sucking’ called ‘blowing’) she played with my nipples with one hand and my balls and even my ass with her other hand. Nothing.

“Have you been masturbating?” She demanded. I’m not allowed to and I haven’t cheated and I told her that and was trying to tell her it must be the cold, but she wasn’t interested.

She told me to sit on the hope-chest at the end of the bed. She said I could touch myself, but I couldn’t touch her and I couldn’t move off the hope-chest. She reached into one of her toy drawers and pulled out our biggest dildo. She slowly licked the head of it, looked over at me and said, “I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”

While I watched she licked and sucked and transformed the silicone toy into a real live man. She told me how big and strong he was, how firm his ass felt in her hands as he slid in and out of her mouth. She described how his cock felt in her mouth, how it almost made her gag as it pushed down her throat. She smeared his pre-come on her lips and licked it off like the finest chocolate.

She wrapped her breasts around his spit-slick cock and I watched transfixed as he fucked her tits, the tip of his big purple cock meeting the tip of her pretty pink tongue with each thrust.

She guided him down her tummy, past her belly-button ring and held him tight against her freshly shaved cunt. His cock looked huge in between the two thin strips of her pubic hair. She thought so as well because she asked me if I thought he would fit. The way he was laying, he almost reached her navel. She told me she might never be the same.

Nothing would have distracted me as he slowly pushed inside of her. Her smooth lips stretching wide to accommodate him. The lips I had so carefully shaved. She told me how much he liked the smoothness of her and how he laughed when she told him I had shaved her just so he could fuck her. She described in detail how he felt as he slid further and further inside of her. When she’d taken him all the way she moved her hand and lifted her legs up so I could see.  I’d never seen her like that before; her cunt stretched wide, stuffed full of cock. I could see her clit sticking up above and a trail of pussy juice running down her ass onto the sheet.

With one hand she started rubbing her clit and with the other she helped guide him in and out of her cunt. She described how full he made her feel and how good it felt to be fucked by a man instead of a sissy. She said he liked the feel of her smooth legs against his ass cheeks and she asked me how her pretty toe nails looked against his muscular legs.

I could tell when she was getting close. Her eyes scrunched tight and her toes curled and she couldn’t do much except moan as he fucked her into oblivion. When they were done she slid him slowly out of her cunt and started licking her juices off of him.

“Do you want sloppy seconds Baby?”

It wasn’t until  then that I realized my cock was so hard it ached. I eagerly mounted her as she continued to lick him.

“Is it in yet?” She asked. 

“You better put your legs on the outside so I can squeeze mine together. Maybe then I’ll be able to feel that little pencil dick”

I did as she instructed. “I guess that’s a little better, but not much. I’d never realized how small your sissy-clitty was until I had a real man.” 

She held him up to my face. “Look Baby, he’s hard again. You better hurry up or he just might fuck that horny little ass of yours.”

That’s all it took. It felt like I came gallons inside of her, but she took no notice of my orgasm. She just kept licking his big purple cock. When I was done she told me I could lick her clean.

She seemed to enjoy me eating two big loads of ejaculate out of her pussy because she was able to have a second big O. Then fantasy guy went back in the toy drawer, I went to work and ♀ slept very well.

Cheers,

sss

Unspeakable Axe had an interesting post about fighting D/s stereotypes awhile ago and this is what I said in his comments:    ♀ & i were both new to the whole D/s lifestyle. i was the one asking for it and it’s taken quite a while for Her to understand that as the ‘D’ She gets to decide how it will work and what it will look like. When we’re out in public i wear men’s outer clothes, i hold doors open for her, if it rains i hold the umbrella for her, if it’s cold out i warm her car up and scrape the windows..
To an outside observer all those things look traditionally masculine. She expects me to behave that way, so for us we think of it as submissive.
It’s all about Her will and that includes all things sexual. So when she bends over the couch beside the christmas tree and tells me to fuck her horny ass while ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ is on TV Christmas Eve; the act itself might appear submissive on her part, but the reality is even in that situation i’m still her sissy-bitch-fucktoy.

Even in a committed relationship like ours, what D/s means…changes. There’s an ebb and flow to it. Life happens and what was fun yesterday might not be the best thing tomorrow. Over the long term it would be fair to call it an evolution…moving forward into uncharted waters. Some things feel right, other things might only work right now in the context of trash-talk. However, there is change and in a long term relationship I think that’s very important. Boredom, especially in monogamy, is a death-knell.

Here’s a recent example: The other afternoon, we were walking home in the rain and her shoe lace had come untied. She stopped walking, pointed at her shoe and said, “my shoe lace is undone.”

I handed her the umbrella, knelt down on the wet pavement and did it up. It felt like the most natural thing in the world…to both of us, but a year ago she probably wouldn’t have even thought of getting me to do it.

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I’ve had a couple of comments recently that have sparked some discussion between us.  Oldbogus asked: …I do wonder (since my own spouse and I have largely divergent tastes (no pun there) in men), when ♀ flirts with others, how do you view them? I mean, are you attracted to the same people?

I should start off by saying that had we bumped into each other on the street seven years ago, I don’t think either of us would have given the other a second glance. I was much to skinny, she was much to big. Meeting on-line allowed us to see past that.

So I know what kind of man she’s attracted to. I’m not really attracted to men, but being a bottom to men or being cuckolded by ♀ are reoccurring themes in trash-talk. Some days I think it would be super-hot to do for real, other days I’m not so sure. She doesn’t flirt with guys all that much when I’m around, but when she does I think it’s cute. Click here to read about one such time.

She does flirt with women quite often and if she ever decided to take it further I wouldn’t care what type she was. Seeing ♀ with another woman would be super-hot period.

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The Fellatio Artist & The Geek Said about the Sexy New Years Eve outfit:

I like it but you can’t really go by me, I think I have fabulous taste, but then again my sense of women’s fashions developed itself in changing rooms , laundry hampers and dark closets over the years.

I am often bemused at the similarities in taste among crossdressers who for the most part developed their fetishes in the dark totally independent of one another.

In all serious I think it looks nice on her which is the point and it looks like something you chose for her, not for you. In the sense that for example for me I would add garter straps or some such tranny approved garb, this is feminine and pretty.

That is so true. Especially if your kink developed in the dark days before the Internet. I sometimes think that it would be easier for a child today with those sorts of desires to discouver he’s not the only one and avoid the decades of angst, but there are dangers that go along with that as well, right?

I think I’ve always been attracted/fascinated with girly things and I’m sure by the time I was eleven I knew the complete inventory of my mothers lingerie drawer (I really liked pantyhose). I’d like to believe that Mini would feel comfortable enough to ask me anything, but I’m not naive enough to believe he will so when I heard him and a buddy giggling away in the computer room, I just had to go check to see what my eleven year old found so entertaining.

Cheers,

sss

I got home from work exceptionally early Saturday morning; 3:30 to be exact. Junior came hurtling down the stairs wild-eyed in his tighty-wighties, “Fuck, you scared the hell out of me,” he said in a slightly slurred voice. “I thought you were K.”

K, you see, is one of Juniors girlyfriends, but she’s special because she has a key to our house. The reason Junior was so alarmed is right at that moment B was passed out in his bed. The entertainment value of seeing him get busted might have been enough for me to make an anonymous phone call, but I had other things on my mind.

♀ was getting up at 4:30 to get ready for work and I was hoping for some lovin’. Before I left work my boss had warned me of the dangers of getting home several hours early. He thought she might whack me over the head with one of her toys  or she might be in bed with her young lover. I was really hoping her young lover was female, cuz that would be hot.

♀ was in bed alone, but already still awake. The children, despite being told several times to shut-the-fuck-up, had been noisy. In fact the reason Junior was still awake was he`d been cleaning up the bathroom. B, being much to delicate to puke in the toilet had hurled in the sink and there had been considerable splatter. He`d done quite a good cleaning job, but when he asked me how to clean his mom`s hair brush *gag* I told him to buy her a new one.

Once that bit of nastiness was done, ♀ went tinkle and crawled back into bed with me and since we only had about 30 minutes before she had to get up…we got busy. It’s a funny thing; she doesn’t like me kissing her when she has morning breath. Some of you might be saying *well duh*, but considering all the other places she does like (or at least let) me put my mouth, being shy about morning breath seems…well…odd because a short time later I was licking her needs to be shaved soon pussy and was thrilled to discover that she hadn’t wiped after going pee. Urine, hers that is, is something we disagree about. I think that if I’m available, toilet paper should never touch her pussy. She does not agree so golden showers are one thing, but her pee coming into contact with my mouth is a rare treat.

It wasn’t long before her pubes were tickling my balls, her fingers were twisting my nipples and she was whispering filthy words into my ear. This might surprise you, but she is way better at trash talk then I am…she really has a gift and it didn’t take long for me to have the first big O of the day. I offered to give her one, but she didn’t want one right then. Having a partner who is happy just giving me an orgasm was a difficult concept for me to grasp. I had always believed that if I had one, so should my partner and if she didn’t I was doing something wrong. Getting pleasure just from giving me pleasure was a completely foreign concept to me. I am so freakin’ lucky.

I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her E-mail, I made her breakfast and packed her lunch while she drank her coffee, I warmed her car up and scraped her windows while she read the paper then I sent her off to work. She thinks she’s the lucky one.

After she’d left, I took two beers and left over pizza (cold, of course) upstairs to the office to check my Email and read blogs. Well, actually I was surfing porn, but I wasn’t masturbating. In fact I was finishing the second beer and trying to decide if I should have a third or call her at work to ask for permission to jerk-off when I heard the front door open. I thought for sure it was K and with Junior and B both sound asleep…yeah I know I’m a jerk, but admit it, you can see the entertainment value too.

Even better,  it was ♀ returning home to me. The schedule at work had been changed and they forgot to call her. She was a little miffed, but on the way home decided that she wanted the big O she’d missed out on earlier. Straight to bed we went and the first thing she told me to do was to lick *his* cum out of her cunt.

“That’s it Baby, lick me clean. Do you like the taste of his seed? If you can make me come in your mouth, I might let you have sloppy seconds, you dirty little cunt-licker.”

I did and she did,  but if was past my bedtime and I’d had two beers and even though I was really horny I didn’t think I was going to be able to come again. So she turned on the TV and VCR. There was a Michael Ninn tape in the player. It was half way through the tape so I don’t know the name. Not that it matters, they’re all pretty sexy. ♀ got on all fours so we could both watch and the porn along with some verbal encouragement from ♀ I was able to come. Of course by then, she was ready to go again so she rolled over and I fingered her and played with her nipples while she watched the tape and she was able to have a second big O. She let me lick her clean, not to get either of us going again, but just because I love the taste of our orgasms mixed together.

I fell asleep spooning her. My cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, one hand holding her breast, as much of my skin touching her skin as possible. We didn’t have Mini this weekend and Junior had taken B home so the house was quiet and I slept very soundly and quite late. It was almost 3pm when I woke up, went pee and wandered downstairs. Holmes on Homes was on the big screen, ♀ was on the couch and her nightie was bunched up around her waist.

“Oh gawd,” she groaned. “I need your fucking fingers in me, right now!”

Talk about good timing, in less then a minute she came all over my hand. I licked my fingers. Tasty.

She looked at me with a big happy grin, “Good morning, lover. Want to go for a walk?”

It was cool, but not raining when we left so we walked to the mall (about 45 minutes). We bought a new belt for me and a new hair brush for her. She teased me about what else she could use them for. We got our passport photos taken. She graduates and turns 40 next July. I’m thinking we should do something special. Maybe a cruise…any suggestions? We picked up some groceries and walked home in the dark and the drizzle.

She made Asian Chicken Salad for dinner, I cleaned up, then we had a shower and I shaved our pits and legs. I’ve always shaved her pussy, but doing her other parts is something I’ve only just started to do. Getting the angles right in the shower is kinda difficult. I don’t know if that’ll stay as one of my jobs.

I was going to shave her pussy, but I’d forgotten to buy the special cream we use…regular shaving cream  gives her a nasty rash so she had some other things for me to do. First I trimmed her hair. I’d never done that before and took off more then I’d wanted to, trying to get it straight. I brushed and braided her hair,  I filed and massaged her piggies, painted her finger and toe nails…a very nice purple. Then she rolled over on her tummy and told me she wanted a back massage. I could have used this, but since I had the lotion out anyway I used my hands.

It didn’t start out as a sexual massage, but…remember how I told you she can get pleasure from giving me pleasure? I get pleasure from pampering her. I don’t massage her nearly as often as I should and we both really enjoy it when I do. I was kneeling in between her outstretched legs and as I slid my hands up her back to massage her shoulders, my cock would brush her ass. After about twenty minutes of that my cock was very hard and I could smell her sex. Is there any smell better then the scent of an aroused woman?  She lifted her hips up, but I wanted to tease her. I continued to massage her lower back, hips and ass. I slid my cock between her ass cheeks, the underside of my shaft rubbing her rose bud. Then I’d change the angle so the top of my shaft was brushing her clit. Back and forth I went until she was moaning low.

“What hole do you want me in Lover?” I whispered in her ear.

She was pushing herself back hard at me trying to get me inside. “Oh fuck, I don’t care. Just fuck me now.”

I obliged and slid slowly into her waiting pussy. I love that view. Watching my cock slick with her juices sliding in and out of her cunt. My fingers were still covered in lotion so of course one then two of them just had to slip into her ass. I was powerless to stop them. That’s such a great position; not only can I see myself fuck her, but I can also feel my cock inside her with my fingers.

Not surprisingly, I came first. She rolled over and kept playing with her clitty. I still had lotion and stuff on my fingers so I pulled a big purple dildo out of the toy drawer and fucked her with that. The downside of using a toy is I couldn’t feel the contractions as her orgasm got close, but her nipples were rock hard between my fingers and the flush had moved way down her chest and her toes curled. Really, is there anything cooler then making your lovers toes curl?

After she was done, we shared the toy like a big purple lollipop and marvelled how an old married couple like us can still have seven orgasms in one day.

Cheers,

sss

ps: Happy New Year!!!     I think ‘08 is going to be a very good year.

When Mini was about 3 years old, I started taking him swimming on a regular basis, but I had somehow missed the memo on the purpose of the ‘Family Change Room’.  In my little mind, I’m male the child is male we should get changed in the Men’s Change Room. If you’re unfamiliar with the set-up of the average Men’s Change Room it is as follows: A large open room with a few benches in the middle (for sitting on while pulling on socks), lockers down both sides, a row of open showers, toilets and the entrance to the pool at the far end. We may have used the Men’s Change Room several times before this fateful day- I don’t remember.

Mini & I were getting changed into our swim suits. There were maybe 10 other guys in the room. The guy standing directly across from us was getting changed into his street clothes when my 3 year old son pointed and asked, “Daddy, why is that man’s penis so small?”

I’m not sure who was more embarrassed, me or ‘little willy’. In the comment section please tell us what you think should have been said or what you would have said if being injured wasn’t a concern. He was very small…it was a fair question.

From then on we’ve used Family Change Rooms. They have change stalls with doors that close and private showers. ♀ tells me that’s how Women’s Change Rooms are as well. Why are Men’s Change Rooms open like that? Anyway, Mini is old enough now to use the Men’s Change Rooms (in fact when he goes swimming with friends, that’s what they use), but when he’s with me we still use the Family Change Room. If you asked him why that is he’d probably shrug and say ’cause we always have, but the real reason is he may be used to seeing me with shaved legs and painted toe nails, but I think he’d be disturbed at seeing my pretty underwear.

Mini & I and a friend of his had planned on going swimming one day this past week when they got out of school. ♀ has been trying to get more exercise and decided to come with us. We all went to the Family Change Room so we could stuff everything into one locker. ♀ was being very naughty.  She flirted and teased me mercilessly; she flashed her boobies at me when we were doing aquafit, she tried to pull my trunks off in the lap lanes, she ground her pussy against my leg in the main pool, she groped me and tweaked my nipples every chance she could get, especially in the hot tub.  I’m not complaining. In fact I love it when she’s like that, but I kept hearing the Reverends wife from The Simpsons “Think of the children!” I’m actually surprised nobody said anything to us. She wasn’t being very subtle.

When we were ready to leave we told the boys they could swim for another 20 minutes and we went into our little change stall to have a shower and get changed. She sat on the bench in front of me and when I took my trunks off she started to play again. She squeezed my balls and started licking my cock. With the 90 minutes of teasing I’d had while we were in the pool, it didn’t take long for me to get really excited. The doors on these stalls are open at the top and the bottom so it’s not like we had total privacy. We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well. Mini & I go swimming at this pool every week, he’d be some pissed off if we couldn’t go anymore ’cause dad got busted having sex in the change room.

At first it was just teasing…foreplay for some hot lovin’ as soon as we got home, but neither of us wanted to be the one to say ’stop’. Is there anything quite as sexy as watching someone lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip of your cock while she’s looking you straight in the eye? I wasn’t going to be the one to say stop. I reached down and undid her top.

Blow jobs for me are most often foreplay. I love getting them, but jaws usually get tired before I can orgasm. She was squeezing her breasts around my cock when she whispered, “Do you think you can come baby?” Did I mention that I was very excited? Our difference in height make any kind of vertical sex pretty much impossible and laying down wasn’t an option so the only way I was going to be able to have a big O was by doing exactly what we were doing. I kept thrusting my cock between her breasts towards her mouth and nodded ‘yes’.

She winked at me, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and in one swift motion, swallowed me whole. She doesn’t do that very often and I knew that sort of eagerness needed to be rewarded. I tried hard to tune out all the outside noise and just focus on what she was doing, which was working my cock and balls with her mouth, tongue and hands like there was no tomorrow. She’d get me so close and then I’d drop off a bit. Right to the edge, but not quite over. I needed to come soooo bad, but I can’t even pee in public and I started to think that actually having an orgasm under those conditions was more then I could do.  I was just about to tell her to stop when I felt a finger pushing against my asshole. It was slick with saliva and as I continued to fuck her mouth she slowly pushed her finger into my butt. Once all the way inside, she started to finger-fucked me in perfect harmony with my thrusts into her mouth and it didn’t take long until…

Shitgawdamn, she pushed me over and WOW I had A LOT of come for her! She swallowed some of it and the rest dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Then she cupped my balls and sucked out the last few drops.

She looked very pleased with herself. My legs had gone all wobbly so I sat down beside her. I kissed her deeply, tasting my sex in her mouth. I tried to lick it off her breasts as well, but she said she wanted it left on as a reminder of our adventure at the pool. Beats smelling chlorine for the rest of the day, right?

Have I ever mentioned that I’m married to a goddess?

Our HNT pic isn’t from the pool, but it is a recent BJ.

HHNT

sss