Saturday, February 24, 2018

OPP: #SoSS

Another photo by May More © for the February Photo Fest. I like it because she's almost naked. As I said last week,
May is such a tease. She always manages to make her images look so casual and yet she is always magically covered up!
The #SoSS meme is a roundup of favourite blogs I’ve visited this week. In order not to duplicate what others have done for #SoSS (Share Our Shit Saturday) (or Sunday if you forget/run out of time) I’m going to give you links to some of their older stuff - because I think their complete blogs are worth reading. Click the links for the full stories, because these are just excerpts.

Naughty Nora ~ Musings on D/s, domestic discipline, sex, and more "An Unexpected Surprise"

Nora recently joined the TMI Tuesday meme and I discovered her there. Nora says she is a rather old-fashioned, thirty-something woman who is happily married to her husband of many years. They recently discovered the world of domestic discipline and D/s. Nora writes erotic fiction (mostly spanking!) but this is a TV review:
Daddy and I were watching the series Godless on Netflix last night. If you haven’t watched it yet, it is set in the 1880’s American West and incorporates all that that entails…gun fighters, whores, and hard living. As a self-proclaimed spanko, I got the most unexpected, pleasant surprise when suddenly on our large screen before us, a young lady (probably late teens, if not older) was getting a pretty good whipping from her Daddy for being a little flirt with the town deputy. The spanking was non-consensual, performed on the bare bottom, and included quite a few shots of the young lady in question crying her eyes out as her Daddy soundly spanked her.

The idea of non-consensual spanking (in theory/fantasy), is a huge turn on for me. One of the elements in the scene that I found so arousing was her submission. Though she was crying loudly in protest, she didn’t dare get up off the table or try to protect her bottom with her hands. She sobbed like a baby, but she took every lick her Daddy dished out to her. It was hard to tell what the spanking implement was, but it looked like some kind of small whip.
.. [much more]
Broadly ~ My First Time "The Orgy That Saved My Marriage"

I recently started following Broadly on Twitter and discovered their My First Time podcast. Broadly are a big online media content company so don't really fit the parameters of the #SoSS ethos (we're supposed to be linking to other small sex bloggers like ourselves) but I've included them because:
a] I think we all secretly dream of being picked up as a columnist by one of these big companies and finally getting paid handsomely for being sex bloggers. So it's good to see how the pros do it.
b] I was fascinated to see that they left out a lot of what was said in the podcast. When you hear the woman recounting her 'first time' story in the podcast she mentions she used to be a stripper, but they left that out of the transcript - making her seem like a much more straitlaced vanilla person.
As I asked in Thursdays post Behind The Scenes, do you ever lie by omission or embellish your posts?
I remember that when my husband walked into the bar —he's a very tall, attractive man— this group of women literally stood up like meercats and started following him. Normally, in a bar that wouldn't happen — when you clock someone else's partner, you'd back off. But they just stared at him and then they stared at me, and I really felt like a rabbit in the headlights, because I'd never been confronted with such aggressive desire from other people. 

Normally, in the group sex scene the women are very attractive, but the men are less good-looking, so there was a lot of interest in Thomas. These two girls —they were quite young, they were students— came up to us and started talking to us. After a while, one of the girls jumped on Thomas and started kissing him, and the other started kissing me. Then we progressed into getting into the jacuzzi -all of us kissing- and out of the corner of my eye I notice this really beautiful Asian girl who's jumping up and down and waving her arms. We make eye contact and she's like, "Can I join?" And Thomas and I are like, "Sure!" 
When we got inside the booth we swapped girls, and the Asian girl went and joined in with Thomas as well, and then it all became more sexual. I think we were all nude, at this point. It felt really relaxed: I didn't feel pushed, or uncomfortable. The girls and I performed oral sex on each other, and Thomas had sex with them. After a while, they left and then a couple —a man and a woman— knocked on the door, and asked if they could come in and... [much more]
May More ~ If Sex Matters "Time ~ Looking Back & Travelling Forward"

May is a regular in my #SoSS lists and should be no stranger to you now. This week she blogged on a topic that few people are willing to take on, Incest:

Warning – This post tells the true story of a family where over time incest was an ongoing part of life. Do not read if you have personal issues regarding this topic.

One of my close school friends had an amazing and insightful father. She was lucky that way. Even as teenagers the conversations he bought up taught me such a lot about real history. Not the kind that appears in the school textbooks though.

One morning there had been something on the news about incest. We were having breakfast and taking hold of the topic, her dad told us that in some small out of the way places incest was still rife. Inhabitants often turned a blind eye as it had been a fixture for generations of family life, going way back in time. He explained that once a child had been abused they often found it difficult to break the chain and so could go on to abuse their own children or others in the family or neighbourhood.

I was fascinated and horrified in a macabre type of way and when the others left the table I continued the conversation asking questions. I never forgot that chat 
and... [much more]

Friday, February 23, 2018

Daredevil or just Devilish?


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Thursday, February 22, 2018

BTS (Behind The Scenes) The Making Of... A Nero Blog Post.

Look! I’m on the set of Family Guy 😎 via Instagram 
The title is a lot grander than what I'm about to reveal... but I wanted to give a bit of background to yesterdays' Valentines Eve 2018 post. Why? Well, for two reasons really.

Firstly May More once asked me a long time ago (when she first discovered my blog) if I ever embellished my blog posts ie 'made sh!t up' to make my stories seem more exciting. Secondly, Marie Rebelle made the comment "Sounds like some hot, wild sex to me!" yesterday on Valentines Eve 2018

She's right - yes, it is a hot post, and no, I don't embellish posts. But what I did yesterday (for the first time IIRC) was omit certain things that, if included, would have made it a whole lot less sexy. Call it creative license but I figured if I recounted everything that happened on Valentines Eve 2018 many of you would have recoiled and thought "sheesh - ick!". 

So go and read it now, before I recount some 'deleted scenes' that didn't make the cut! Well, not so much deleted scenes as omitted scenes. And let's also deal with the asterisk I attached to Valentines Eve about halfway through the post:
But there was no mistaking her intentions now. It was Valentine's Eve* and she clearly had something on under her robe, which...
It was at this point I realized that in both my posts (Monday's Valentines Eve and yesterdays Valentines Eve 2018) I had been referring to the evening of Valentine's Day as Valentine's Eve, which is wrong. If Christmas Eve is the night before Xmas then it stands that Valentines Eve is the night before Valentines Day, right? But since I was halfway through my second post trying to describe what had happened on Valentines Evening I decided it was too late to change them all - so I marked it with an asterisk, fully intending to provide a footnote at the end of the post explaining everything I've just now explained.

But then I remembered another good piece of advice May More once gave me. She told me I sometimes spend too long on the preamble, setting up my stories, and that I should just cut to the action - the blood and guts of the story. She's right of course, my posts can be very long winded (have you noticed we're halfway through this one and I still haven't got to the promised icky bits yet?) but the reverse is equally true.

If long preambles detract from the story then so too to do fulsome footnotes at the end. That's definitely apparent in yesterdays post - imagine the impact if the climatic finish was then followed with another paragraph or two debating the correct use of 'Eve'? So I edited it out, which in turn led me to think of todays post. 

Which brings us to the icky stuff.  Finally!

Everything I said in yesterdays post was true, but what I left out was ... I really was quite ill. That Greek/Turkish food didn't agree with me and even though I complained in the post about how my wife immediately went to our home office for 90 minutes as soon as we got home, it was a blessing in disguise. It meant she couldn't hear my stomach making all sorts of hideous gurgling noises while I watched TV upstairs, nor did she see me disappearing into the bathroom every twenty minutes.  

When she came to me 90 minutes after we got home, to initiate her Valentines sex plan, I had to check myself. Was I in any shape to fuck? I still felt queasy and the risk of breaking my record for 'number of fucks without farting during sex' was quite high. I'm pleased to say the record remains unbroken (never done it, ever) but that night I was quite nervous. Which didn't stop me of course, because I'm a man and the desire to fuck supersedes all else!

Besides, it was Valentines Day and my wife hardly ever initiates so I thought it best not to rebuff her.

So, as you read yesterday, we went down to the movie room and we had sex. What you didn't read was that I was not feeling well, I was extremely focussed on not 'blowing a gasket', and to top it off it got very warm in that movie room and I started sweating profusely. That was why there were so many changes of position - I needed a moment to wipe myself and rearrange my internal organs. (Although it was true that many of those positions were awkward - I mean, standing on a sofa so your wife can see you pound her from behind? Erotic for her, very porny yes, but not so good for me really)

And that was also why the sex went on for so long and why my wife did all the dirty talking. I was primarily focussed on keeping it together - those instances where I said I could feel myself about to come were true but they were often wiped out by my pressing need to 'focus'. One half of my brain was saying "You need to take a bathroom break!" and the other half was saying "Are you kidding? Do you want to make it the worst Valentines ever?!"

The part almost at the end, where I inserted "[Redacted]" was the part where I was really feeling ill and really needing a bathroom break. It was probably the thirty minute mark. This was the reason I pulled out of my wife's pussy, and lucky for me she then instructed me to cum in her ass crack. Maybe she could sense I was having trouble cumming, or maybe she just wanted it over with (she told me later she'd cum really hard when I was eating her out as she was up on the sofa - the bit just before she told me to sit on the floor) but it gave me the chance for 'a breather'.

I pulled out, jerked off, and came on her ass.  

I know she enjoyed it, and I'm pretty sure she was unaware of my physical distress the whole time while we were fucking. I figure she just thinks I'm an old overweight man who needs longer to get off. Not the best thing for her to be thinking but I don't really see any alternative. My wife kind of has this thing where if she's DTF then you better be Down To Fuck too. If you can't perform then its a negative reflection on her - 'aren't I hot enough for you?' etc.

So there you have it. Am I right in thinking you don't want these types of gory details included in my posts? If you're a sex blogger what type of 'literary license' do you take with your posts? Have you ever lied by omission, or embellished the tale you're telling?

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Valentines Eve 2018

Monday's post was so long I had to break it into two parts. Monday's post was so long I had to ditch half the preamble and then beef up the sexual reminiscing. Yes, I remember the sexual episode described in Monday's post very well but I did use a bit of dramatic license with the dirty talk. C'mon, you can hardly expect me to remember verbatim the exact words we said that night can you? It was 10+ years ago - it would be kinda creepy if I did.

What I possibly didn't make clear in Monday's post (since I edited it out) was that my wife had set herself up for a long and busy day on Valentines Day, and my vanity had presumed that the cancelled lunch date (with someone else) she had left in our shared calendar was a placeholder for a surprise lunch with me. My devious mind had developed a naughty lustfilled scenario that came crashing down when nothing happened.

Long story short there was no special romantic Valentines dinner either. Our daughter turned 16 in January and is already hitting the 'troubled teen' phase hard. So she joined us for dinner, and she got to choose where we went. She chose a Turkish/Greek/Middle Eastern place at a Mall thirty minutes away, because her friend works there. The service was terrible because they couldn't cope with the Valentines Day 'Special Menu' but we had to tip our daughters friend anyway, because.

Long story short we got home at 10pm and I was wondering what my wife had planned.

If you're expecting romantic sex for Valentines Day...
you're going to be disappointed. It got dirty!
(read on)
She'd planned to clear her emails apparently because that's what she did as soon as we got in. I parked the car in the garage, she walked straight into our home office and opened up her computer. My daughter and I went up stairs - she to her bedroom and me to the TV room. Groundhog Day once again. I watched the clock tick past 10.30pm and still my wife toiled away downstairs, working tirelessly in the Social Media mines, digging for gold.

At 11pm I went to the bathroom, for the third time. Not what you want to hear in a sex blog I know, but that Mediterranean food had really caused a reaction. And not a good one. Valentines Day was once again taking a turn for the worse - I seem cursed.

At 11.30pm my wife appeared before me in her robe. Apparently she had left the office while I was in  the toilet and gone upstairs to get changed. In hushed tones she told me I should join her in bed because .... Yes, that's literally how her sentence finished: with a '...'  Whilst 10+ years ago she could happily articulate and enact her wicked plans (example), we are now reduced to "You should come upstairs because... [pregnant pause]"

This, in my opinion, is the problem with many long term relationships today. If you want something ask for it directly. Tell your partner what you want explicitly, don't expect us to be mind readers. My wife has in the past told me I should come to bed because... she thinks I go to bed too late and I'm tired during the day.  My wife has in the past told me I should come to bed because... she wants me to drive her somewhere early in the morning and forgot to mention it until now.

But there was no mistaking her intentions now. It was Valentines Eve* and she clearly had something on under her robe, which she clearly wanted to show me. Sex was implied, I was confident of that.

"What about our daughter?" I asked. Our daughter's bedroom is right next to ours and she was still up. Hard to have wild races sex with your daughter one thin wall away. It didn't occur to me that my wife might want quiet romantic loving sex - I just assumed she wanted me to make her scream and beg for mercy - so I didn't think our bedroom was a good idea.

"Lets go down to the movie room then" said my wife, taking my hand. It was a good solution - the movie room is in the basement and has some noise insulation, and it's also two floors away from our daughter's bedroom on the top floor.  We snuck down there like a pair of teenagers looking for a park up, my dick was already throbbing in anticipation. I dimmed the lights to their lowest setting and we moved to the large sofa.

My wife pushed me down onto it but remained standing. In one swift movement she threw off her robe and stood before me. Clearly there was no time for any seductive striptease since she jumped on top of me straight away, straddling me on the couch. I got a quick peek at what she was wearing, before she closed in on me and started kissing me.

If I was a woman I could describe it perfectly but since I'm a man I'll try me best (apologies in advance):

It was three piece lingerie set, not the Valentines gift I'd gift her earlier in the day (see here). It was off white in color, consisting of skimpy panties, a linen bustier that zipped up the front (no padding or ribbing ie very thin and light), and a negligee thing over the top. It was very sexy but the negligee part didn't last long - I pulled it off and buried my face between her boobs.

It got quite frenetic quite fast. We were a mess of hands, fingers, lips, and mouths as we kissed wildly and passionately while my wife ground her self into my lap. I was still fully clothed at that point until my wife suddenly hopped up and dragged my pants off me. She was in such a rush she made a hash of it, so I had to help her, which wasn't easy because as soon as my cock came into view she dropped down to her knees and started to fellate it.

I eventually managed to shuck off my pants completely and I settled back into the plush sofa to enjoy the pleasure of my wife's wet mouth enveloping my stiff cock. As she swallowed me whole and moved up and down my dick in slow sensuous movements I felt the waves of stress leave my body and float away. I groaned, loudly, as each wave left me.

My wife, sensing she was doing something right, tightened the seal around my cock and increased the pressure as she continued to suck me off. The head of my cock swelled and my balls contracted as I could feel my orgasm coming closer. It felt great but as my lust spiraled I decided I really wanted to fuck her. I wanted to pump my cock hard and fast - I wanted to explode.

I wanted to fuck her face, not her pussy.

I pulled her off me and told her to lie on the floor, with her back to the sofa. I had her sit in the crook of the 'L' shaped couch and made her lie head back on the seat. I placed a soft pillow under her head for support and then I climbed up and straddle her face. She took me in her mouth and put her hands on my ass as I slowly began to slide my swollen prick in and out of her mouth. Her teeth raked my shaft gently as I started to pump harder and faster.

Reading my mind she grabbed my balls as I reared up and really started fucking her face. Her mouth was warm and wet and with her tight suction it felt like a pussy. Which is good because I really wanted to fuck. I started thrusting hard and that familiar feeling of an imminent orgasm returned quickly.

But the position was unsustainable. I knew I was enjoying it but it seemed quite rough on her. She made no complaint but neither was I certain she was enjoying it. I questioned whether I was presuming she was going to enjoy based only on some of her erotica choices and some of my favorite sex bloggers. Just because they liked it rough, or to be 'taken', didn't mean my wife would.

My dick was still hard, and still felt great fucking her mouth, but I knew I wasn't going to come now. Not this way. Once again self doubt had denied me another climax.

I pulled out and off her, and without a word my wife moved away. Getting off the floor she climbed onto the couch and piled some cushions over the back of the couch. She lay over the couch, with her head dangling over the side and told me to get up and fuck her. She was on her feet, but bent over the couch, using pillows for support.

"Stand up behind me and fuck me like this" she instructed "you can watch yourself in the mirror"

Indeed, there was a mirror on our right, above the small kitchenette in the movie room. While I could see us in the mirror  I really couldn't see anything 'good' because of the two shelves. The angle was wrong. Wrong for me. "Yeah, that's it" she purred "slide it in and fuck me". She had her head turned to one side, facing the mirror, and I presume she was watching me grab her hips and slowly sliding my length all the way in.

It did feel good, but the position was a little awkward. I was standing up on the sofa and she was too in a way, with her legs about a yard apart and her ass pointed skyward. I held her tightly to support myself and started thrusting steadily. She began moaning and groaning, her body and head bouncing wildly as she let herself go and just enjoyed the sensation of my cock pounding her cunt.

She gave up watching herself in the mirror and closed her eyes and 'let go'. Her head was lolling over the side of the couch as I pummeled her pussy, her body now rocking on top of the piled cushions in a kind of free fall. With every thrust she moaned a little more and I could tell she was enjoying it. Me, on the other hand not so much.  Standing on a softly furnished sofa does not create much stability and  the back of my thighs were beginning to cramp up as I crooked them down lower with almost every thrust.

I was effectively pushing my wife up and over the back of the couch, and once again I knew the position was unsustainable.

"Stay where you are" I ordered, as I pulled out and stepped off the sofa. She flopped down on the piled cushions so I slapped her butt. "Stay exactly where you were" I said again, more forcefully, as I manhandled her back into position. She was in the head down ass up position, but this time on a sofa, not our bed. Her ass was much higher up this way, and presented in a manner that gave me clear access to both her holes.

I wasted no time in diving in, tongue first.

As I buried my stiff wet tongue into her dripping pussy my nose was pressed deep into her crinkled rosebud. I knew she'd showered so I was fearless. My tongue pushed and probed her wet folds as my nose was wedged in the crease of her ass. I swirled my tongue around her labia before homing in on her swollen clit. She cried out and pushed back, letting me know I'd found the spot.

I kept my flattened tongue pressed firmly against her clit and pushed my head forward and back, simulating the rhythm of a traditional PIV fuck. My wife was grunting and groaning, meeting my oral thrusts with her own. Once again it became quite frenetic as our lust took over. I was hanging onto my wife's hip with one hand, with my head wedged up her backside, tonguing her clit and labia furiously, while stroking my fat cock with my other hand.

Once again the position was becoming unsustainable as we again started slowly tipping courselves over the back of the couch.

"Get on the floor" my wife said, suddenly. "Right down, where you had me sit before"

I did as I was told, and sat on the floor, in the crook of the 'L' shaped couch as she climbed down from her piled cushions. She stood in front of me and I presumed she was going to climb up and straddle my face, as I'd done to her, but she didn't.

"Wank that cock for me" she said, "I want to see you come."

I didn't need to be told twice and I started jerking my cock, with a tight grip and a fast movement. I was ready to cum alright and if she wanted it this way she could have it. My wife stood over me, her feet astride me on the floor, her pussy inches from my face. She stared down at me and started running her fingers up and down her slit. I could see she was aroused and it took less than a minute before she was gripping her cunt with one hand and fingering her clit with the other.

I was wanking my throbbing cock like a school boy but she was no longer paying attention. She was still standing upright, rigid, but her eyes were tightly shut as her hands worked on her pussy. It was fascinating to watch and I knew she was close to (another?) orgasm. Suddenly she threw her head back and I knew it was happening. She said very little, but her face was contorted as she gritted her teeth and let out a small "nnnnngh" - her hands never once releasing their grip on her vulva.

Suddenly she was done and she dived forward, right over the top of me, landing on the first set of cushions. Once again she was in the prone position, inviting me to fuck her doggy style. Head down and ass up, without looking back she gave me another order: "Fuck me, cum in my hole, fill my pussy"

I did exactly that. I climbed up onto the couch and mounted her doggy style and once again pummeled her wet sloppy cunt. Yes, I started slowly at first but it escalated quickly. My wife was very wet and very ready to receive me. Thrusting hard and fast, the sweat pouring off me, my wife took it upon herself to reach back and pull her butt cheeks apart, showing me her gaping asshole. [Redacted]

"You wanna fuck my asshole don't you?" she said, teasingly. "You'd love to stick it in my ass and fuck my tight little hole wouldn't you?" My wife knows I like dirty talk, especially when it involves assplay, so I guessed this was her closing maneuver - she was looking to finish me off. "Why don't you squirt your hot jizz into my ass crack? Fill my hole with that hot sticky mess?"

Aaaand I was done. I did exactly that. Game over. She won - and I didn't care! I pumped my cock, squeezed my balls, and exploded ALL over her ass. 

-~o0o~-

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

TMI Tuesday: Feb. 20, 2018 ~ I Need My Space

“Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.”
Welcome to TMI Tuesday





1. Do you think that fate or destiny play a role in love?
a. Absolutely
b. For the most part
c. Somewhat
d. Not really
e. Not at all

~ I've replied with the latter only because the question requires/implies a belief in a higher power. I don't know if there is one or not so I have to answer in the negative. But yes, Life sometimes make you think twice - was that really a coincidence? And of course, when you are in the first throes of luuuurve of course you think the stars have aligned and the gods must have intervened to put you two together! But it's just hormones and brain chemistry, baby!

2. True or False – If my sexual likes and dislikes are not in line with my partners, I change them.
~ The answer depends on how important those Likes or Dislikes are. If I really enjoyed doing a particular thing but my partner always said "No way!" then I imagine it might reach a point where it might break us up. I would imagine also that if you discover you're not sexually compatible with someone you'd break up with them before you fell in love with them.

3. You and your partner are at a party. Both of you are equally acquainted with the hosts and the other people attending, although you aren’t the best of pals with any of the guests, you have conversed with them on a few occasions. During the socializing, what would you most likely do?
a. I’d stay glued to my partner’s side, conversing with the same people he/she is.
b. I’d be away from my partner, mingling with the other guests.
c. I’d stay near my partner, but involved in different conversations.
d. I spend some time by my partner’s side, and some time mingling.
e. I let my partner drift or stick by me – as she/he wishes.
~ Ha! This is most weekends with my wife. She's always/often taking me to events/parties where I don't know anyone (or know them but don't care to). I have learnt not to 'cling' to her, since she doesn't like that. She's 'networking' and 'working the room'!

4. Have you ever gone through your partner’s journal, diary or personal letters?
a. Yes – I‘ve read it/them from A to Z.
b. Yes – I’ve read some of them.
c. I know where she/he keeps them but I haven’t read any.
d. I know where she/he keeps them – I couldn’t help but look – but I haven’t read any.
e. No – I don’t know where she/he keeps them, and I have no intention of looking.
f. No – I don’t know she/he keeps them, even though I’ve looked.
~ I should really answer [A] since I will read whatever I can find, but don't have access to it all. As regular readers will know, I will hack into one of my wife's email accounts, and (presently) her Facebook messenger account. Why I do it is a long story, and one that can't be answered in this post. I guess I'll have to write up a standalone post.

5. Have you ever had a romantic partner go through your journal, diary, personal letters or text messages without your permission? How did you feel? What did you do?
~ No, but I often wonder if my wife does somehow read this blog. If she found out I was reading her stuff I believe I'd have a good explanation as to why I 'snooped'. Not that she'd accept it, and we'd probably have to go back to a therapist.

Bonus: What makes you feel loved?
~ I don't know anymore. Well, there is one thing but I think I'm gonna touch on that in tomorrow's post so I'll leave it for now.

Double Bonus: Saturday's OPP: #SoSS contains some great links to other bloggers, and tomorrow's post is the sequel to Monday's Valentines Eve so you should probably read that first.
  
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Monday, February 19, 2018

Valentines Eve

As I typed the header I realized it would make a great title for a fictional erotic story, so hands off - it's mine! (Ha! A quick google search show's it's already been done - and it's Harry Potter FanFiction of course!) Anyway, this isn't fiction, it happened...

Valentine's Day was another weird one this year. They usually are, as a quick flick through my posts tagged Valentines Day will attest.  My wife was up early and out the door for an 8am breakfast meeting with someone, so even though I was awake she said nothing and left via the ensuite door. She returned at 9.30am to change her shoes, and left again for another meeting at 10am. This was with her BNG buddies, and it was to be followed with a lunch at mid day with a guest from another BNG chapter who was visiting our city for the day.

Except I knew the lunch had been cancelled because I'd read her emails, so I could only presume she'd left it in our iCalendar (which we share so I know what she's up to - not to be confused with her other calendars which I don't get access to) because she was planning a surprise lunch with me for Valentines Day. (With all the stuff we're going through with our teenage daughter right now, there's no way we're having an intimate dinner with just the two of us right now)

This happens later... keep reading
But it wasn't to be. As she changed her shoes she quickly gave me my Valentines Day card and told me she'd be back at 2pm to buy some concert tickets online (when earlybird VIP seats went on sale), but would head out again straight after for a 3pm meeting. Which was weird because even our shared calendar said the meeting (with her BNG buddies, again) was starting at 3.30pm. Her 10am meeting was scheduled for two hours, so I had no idea who she was planning to have lunch with.

She was home at 1pm, which was early, and without explanation. As I quickly checked our shared calendar I saw her lunch date had been deleted. I asked her if she'd had lunch and she said no but when I suggested we go out for lunch she said it would have to be a quick sandwich because she had to be back asap to buy some concerts tickets for her mother's birthday gift.

I gave my wife her card and a gift - a lovely bra and panties set from Calvin Klein (looks a bit like this set) and she kissed me and said it was lovely. "Better than that other stuff you give me" she added, which confused me. My wife has somehow got it into her head that I keep buying her lingerie only fit for slutwives and whores. She even complained recently about a set 'I' bought from Agent Provocateur while we were in Italy last October.  Yes, I paid for it, but she chose it. All I'd said (after she'd walked herself into an upmarket lingerie store) was 'pick out whatever you like and I'll pay for it, my gift to you.'

I'd done that specifically because of her prior grumblings about my 'choices' (which I still maintain were sexy but tasteful). Maybe she's confusing me with her boyfriend...

Anyway, she gave me a kiss on the cheek to say thank you, and then said that maybe she'd model it for me later... but not tonight because she had something else to show me!

Well, that was nice to hear and I wondered if I could expect to see the return of the red thong later that night. About 10+ years ago my wife had made me lay on the bed while she did a very sexy strip for me. It was mostly done on the bed, with her standing above and over me, and while she stripped down to the red lace thong fairly quickly she did a lot of teasing with it before finally pulling it aside and dropping her now-sodden pussy on my face.

She was wet as fuck and her labia was ripe, full, and juicy. She rode my face like a demon possessed and I have no idea how many times she came. When she was done with my face she jumped on my dick and rode me again, bouncing up and down like ... a demon possessed. There is no other word for it. I have no idea how many times she came then either, but when she was finally done she climbed up off me and told me to scootch over.

I did as I was told since clearly this was her show and she was the Director - I was just an actor in whatever erotic play was running through her head. Not that I minded.  I'd certainly eaten her out for all I was worth when she was on top of me, even my balls were now a little numb from all the bouncing she'd just done on my dick. She plumped four pillows on top of each other and dropped herself on top, presenting her ass to me.

"I want you to fuck me now, hard and fast. I've had mine so I want you to get yours, give me all you've got" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Just pound the fuck out of me, I wanna feel your hot cum shooting up all inside my pussy"

My wife isn't normally this explicit but it was Valentines Day, she'd planned this evening, so I followed her instructions to the letter. I grabbed her hips and stabbed my cock into her cunt. It cut through her wet slit like a knife through butter. She moaned as I sliced into her folds, and her pussy welcomed me like an old friend, hugging my tightly. Doing as I was told I pounded her good, my balls slapping her with every stroke.

Although it was supposedly 'my turn' now, my wife couldn't help herself. She was moaning and groaning with every thrust and it wasn't long before I felt her hand between our legs. She tickled my balls briefly before clutching her clit and pressing hard, as I fucked her fast and deep.

"Nnnnngh" she grunted through gritted teeth "that's it. Pound my pussy! Fuck me - good and hard! Yes!"

I gripped her hips tightly and thrust harder and deeper.

"Oh god, yes" she cried to "that's it! I'm cumming! YESSSS!"

Which was good, because I was coming too. I grabbed her hips and locked her onto cock, pushing myself in as deep as I could go. My swollen sac was almost buried in her labia as I unloaded a torrent of cum, shooting deep inside her in four quick bursts. She grabbed my balls between her legs and pulled me up, mashing me into her, squeezing out the last drop of whatever I had left to give.

It was the best sex we'd had in a long time and I remember it well.

But that was 10+ years ago and now we were older and a little slower. My wife was teasing me now with whispered promises of what was to come 'later' but she'd said such things before and they'd often come to nothing. She may have meant it when she said it, but it was mid afternoon and I knew by the time we'd had dinner (with our daughter, of course) I knew it could be a whole different ball game by the time we got home and went 'to bed'.

I of course was keen for something 'now', since I firmly believe a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I was keen for a mid afternoon quickie now, rather than waiting for something later - something that might not ever come.

As it turned out, my wife did have something planned for Valentines Day 2018, so we did have sex, but as I mentioned here there was a twist in the tale. I'll tell you that story on Wednesday, after TMI Tuesday....
[Part 2

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