Tuesday, May 31, 2016

TMI Tuesday: May 31, 2016 ~ Mind, Body, & Sex

Not a recent photo, my hair is slightly grayer now


1. Who are you? 
~ I am Nero, hear me roar!

2. What is your purpose in this world?
~ to survive as long as I can. And hopefully enjoy my time as much as possible. (And if you want to get deep, I believe in euthanasia [just in case you thought I want to live forever])

3. What do you need to be sexually happy?
~ a willing partner who wants me to fuck/make love to her.

4. Have you found true love?
~ I thought so, but some days I'm tested.

5. How do you nourish yourself?
~ I eat. Especially when I'm down. It's the only thing I have control over.

6. Do you crave more or less sex now versus 2 years ago?
~ About the same.

7. Are you having sex more or less now versus 2 years ago?
~ Less. (Ha! Have you been reading this blog?) 

8. Who is sexier–the 20-year-old you or you right now?
~ the 20 y.o. OMFG I was a god!!

Bonus: Think back to your last sexual encounter – were you emotionally present? Why or Why not?
My last encounter was last Thursday. You can read about it here. I was emotionally present, but there were other issues at play (simultaneously). I haven't yet decided about whether to blog about that.

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Monday, May 30, 2016

My wife left on Friday for 'A Girls Weekend'

My wife left on Friday for 'A Girls Weekend' so we had sex last Thursday night.

It could just as easily not have happened, but I thought "Fuck it" and decided not to be all passive aggressive by waiting to see if she would give her man a little something something before she left. I'm sure if I hadn't initiated she would have quite happily not bothered, but I'll leave that whinge for another day. As it happened she was responsive to my advances this time, and it went down like this:

This is the short version, read on for the long version...

I came to bed early, even though I wasn't tired. Early for me is midnight. She was on her iPad, looking at Facebook, but I knew that about 5 minutes earlier she had been reading something naughty because I'd seen through the crack of the bedroom door that she was using her free hand to play with her pussy. By the time I'd gone downstairs to retrieve my camera phone and come back she'd switched to Facebook. Maybe she heard me coming up the stairs?

She hadn't been masturbating per se by-the-way, she was just absentmindedly pulling on her pubic hairs - which is what she does when she reads erotica. I've seen her do it many times. I've never caught her full on playing with herself, so god knows how she gets off when she reads all that porn. One day I'll catch her!

So I climbed into bed and she switched out the light. We kissed a little, and I ran my hands over her body. She kissed me back and started rubbing her hands over my hips. That let me know she was 'interested'. Soon I was kissing her hard and being a little more forceful with my hands. When I moved one to her vulva she responded by tugging at my boxers. "Take these off" she said, lest there be any doubt.

As I took mine off she removed her nightie - my cue to play with her breasts.

Soon we were kissing franticly and grabbing eachother all over. And then...

She went for my cock - grabbing it and swinging her head down to take me in her mouth. I accidentally tapped her thigh as she did, so my wife suddenly swung her leg over and planted her pussy on my face. That I had to create a '69' tag for todays blog post speaks to how long it's been since we'd done this position. We used to do it a lot when we were younger but for some reason it just kinda fell away, and not because of me.

I absolutely love going down on my wife, and 69 is the absolute best.

I could lie there for hours if she'd let me - kissing, licking, nibbling, and inhaling that wonderful scent forever if I could. That night I was like a kid in a candy store - I went buckwild on her pussy and she loved it. Moaning, groaning, grunting, grinding her cunt in my face - she was wet as fuck and came at least twice. I knew she was loving it because she was (in turns) wolfing down my cock, and then letting go as she rolled herself all over my tongue: "yeah, that's it" she'd cry "just like that, just there' yeahhh!"

After 15 minutes she climbed off me and swung herself around to face me. I thought she was going to mount me cowgirl style but instead she pushed her tits into my face. Taking her cue I opened wide and started tonguing her boobs. She groaned again, so I grabbed one in each hand and started suckling them. She moaned again, this was her tit fetish (via Literotica) come to life. My teeth and tongue worked over both nipples good, as I squeezed her boobs hard.

Her moans and cooing continued, to the point I was wondering if she was cumming. Women orgasming via breast/nipple play is something I've only read about so I don't know how common it really is (ditto for cumming during anal) but my wife was certainly enjoying herself. I started jacking my cock with one hand while I used the other to feed her tits into my mouth. I was holding one like a milk bottle and sucking on her boob like I was drinking her breast milk (another of her favorite fetish stories on Literotica) and wanking with my right hand.

This really set her off and she egged me on: "yeah baby, suck that titty, mmmm"

I could tell I was ready to cum and debated (in my head) whether to stop and mount her. I decided not to kill her buzz, and kept jacking. As my wife moaned and groaned again, pushing her tits harder into my face, I came. Hot jets of milky cum erupted from my dick, spraying my hand and chest. Given we hadn't had sex for two weeks it was a gusher, and it was a shame my wife missed what was happening behind her. She would have loved it, since I know she is flattered by it (me cumming a gusher).

"Did you cum?" my wife asked.

"Yup" I confessed. "I wanted to cum inside you but it was too late for that. I thought you were gonna ride me, but you didn't."

"I was just about to" she teased, grabbing me some tissues.

"Well, we can go again if you want to" I offered, since my cock was still rock hard.

My wife grabbed my dick, calling my bluff, only to find I was indeed still erect.

"Mmmmmmm" she purred, "I think not, I got mine thank you. I think I need to get some sleep, I've got a big weekend ahead of me"

"You sure?" I offered again, "something more to tide you over since you won't see me again til Sunday?"

"No, I'm fine, I got plenty" she replied, "You're such a great cuntlicker..."

And that was that. We rolled over and went to sleep. Well she did. I was left pondering her use of the word cuntlicker. I don't think I've ever heard her use that word before, let alone speak like that.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Sex-Starved Relationship


The Sex-Starved Relationship - whoever made this video has a window into my life! Seriously, they're describing everything I've been going through for oh so long. They've also quantified the amount of sex a couple should be having - and we seem to be failing the minimum standard. I knew it!

Not having enough sex in a relationship could sound like a rather trivial issue, to be laughed off in front of others. But in truth, a shortage of sex threatens relationships like almost nothing else – and deserves thought and attention.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Fucked on a Picnic Table by the Lake

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: all links in this post are working)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Rideshare was intent on spending a day with me. Now that summer finally arrived to the Northeast (for a couple of days, anyway), he wanted to take me to some wineries and then to the farm on which he lived and worked. Apparently, there were a number of ar"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Fucked on a Picnic Table by the Lake

by Pervertically Virtuous
Rideshare was intent on spending a day with me. Now that summer finally arrived to the Northeast (for a couple of days, anyway), he wanted to take me to some wineries and then to the farm on which he lived and worked. Apparently, there were a number of art studios and workshops on the farm, and several different artists and craftsmen working and/or living there. He suggested I could model for him for an empty canvas he had, or that I could model for photographs for one of the sexy housemates who made leather items. (My first thought was – if you have a sexy housemate, could we have a threesome? But he dismissed that idea because the housemate had a girlfriend. Oh well, it was worth the try.)
(photo added in 2016 - original lost in recovery, sorry
Spoiler: PV did not have a 4way, just a picnic)
I have rarely ventured out of Unitown during my 6 years here, and although I should be working non-stop finishing my thesis, I decided to take half a day off and just do it, spend the day exploring the countryside around Unitown, meeting local craftsman, seeing a world I rarely get to see otherwise. Rideshare is not someone I would ever consider for a long-term relationship, but I was sure we could get along quite well for a day.
He picked me up around 2 PM. It was a lovely summery day and I wore just a simple dress. Once in the car, he put his hand on my thigh and I let out a small yelp. I was right around ovulation and thus particularly easily aroused. I quickly decided I did not need my underwear, so I slid it off and relegated them to a corner in my purse for the rest of the day. He teased me a little bit with his hand, and I was wet before we had even left Unitown.
After 2 wineries, about half a glass of wine at each – he drank considerably faster than I do (but then again everyone drinks faster than me) and would finish my unfinished wine - and a lot of teasing, I was highly aroused and really needed to get fucked. He suggested we checked out his friend's lake house – a place right on the lake that was currently empty. Sure, that sounded like a little adventure. Once we got there, I realized the place consisted of several wooden cabins, all left open and unlocked, and in a substantial state of disarray – no one had tidied or cleaned that place up in a very long time. Well, it's not like we were going inside any of the cabins.
We dipped our feet in the cold lake water. For a short second we contemplated jumping in, but decided against it. With our feet still in the water, we started making out.
I was initially excited that his cold was finally over and I could kiss him, but he wasn't much of a kisser. I don't even know if he did it well because he just didn't do it much. And when he did, it felt awkward. He wasn't awkward about any other sexual or non-sexual activities  but he was about kissing. As if it was something he had to consciously decide to do each time and then prepare himself for it mentally. So I quickly gave up on the kissing thing. I like to kiss when people are good kissers, but I'm happy not to kiss if they're not good kissers or not into it; there's so much else that can be done.
"Can we fuck here?" I asked.
"Absolutely!" he didn't hesitate.
I dropped down on my knees and took his cock out. He was already hard. I tried sucking him for a bit, but the pebbles digging into my knees were making that difficult. There was a picnic table on the other side of one of the cabins. We walked over there, grabbed the condoms and the small bottle of lube I had conscientiously packed in my day bag, and I bent over the table lifting up my dress. He quickly got out of his pants, keeping his shoes on to protect against the evil gravel. (He wasn't wearing any underwear since I had previously complained I didn't like boxers and he didn't own any boxer briefs: How cute is that?)
And then he plunged into me. I was so incredibly wet from several hours of teasing that I didn't really need any lube. It felt so good to finally have a cock inside me. The unmistakable feeling of fullness and the familiar in-and-out motion started taking me into that dreamy world of moans and groans. My knees started trembling, and I had to try hard to stay standing bent over the picnic table like that.
I looked around and took in the nature. The sun was up and it was warm. There were only a few scattered fluffy clouds in the sky, but the dense trees extending all the way to the edge of the lake were shading us away from direct sunlight. The birds were chirping. A small waterfall on a river feeding into the lake was gurgling just a few feet behind us. And then there was the lake, a big, peaceful, blue body of fresh water. Actually it wasn't quite blue. The reflection of the sun was such that the lake's surface resembled a translucent mirror. It also wasn't entirely peaceful. Two people in a canoe were paddling across the lake about 100 yards away from us. We could hear their indistinguishable chatter. I wondered if they could see us and hear my moaning.
Not that I cared. If anything, the possibility of being seen and heard was an additional turn-on. I like being watched. I like being maybe watched.
I realized it had been a while since I'd had sex outdoors surrounded by nature. There is something very serene, very, well, natural about fucking in nature, as if that is the way it's supposed to be, the way it used to be in our primordial past. Yet, there is also something naughty about it, something forbidden...
Rideshare wanted to look at me while fucking me, so he asked me to lie down on the table facing up. I did. The wood was hard against my tailbone, but it wasn't unbearable. In fact, the position was perfect for his cock to be hitting my G-spot, and I soon had two consecutive orgasms. I was about to have a third when he came without a warning. He made no noise or gave out any other signs of being close to coming – he just briefly tensed up and let out the quietest of sighs at the moment he came. That always irks me a little bit – I like the sounds of sex, just as like the sights, the smells, or the tastes. Vocalizing your pleasure is a way to let me know you're enjoying yourself, and that's an additional turn-on. Not to mention, it signals to me when you're getting close, and that is often very valuable information.
I kept his cock inside me and, as I often do, tried to reach another climax after he came, but I didn't manage. I wasn't too worried though. The day was far from over.
We washed up in the lake, put our clothes back on, and headed to the farmhouse where he lived. I knew that my chances of getting an MFM with his supposedly hot housemate were fairly slim, but a girl could hope. And as you will read soon, boy, did her hopes come true...
More stories featuring Rideshare:
Posing Nude - and Dripping Wet - for a Drawing Class
Can I Get an Ass Fucking to Go with the Belt?
Pervertically Virtuous | May 28, 2013 at 2:03 pm | Tags: exhibitionism, orgasm, Rideshare, sex story | Categories: Casual sex, Sex Stories |

Friday, May 27, 2016

Nero's Fantasy File ~ #01

Earlier this week in TMI Tuesday we were asked to post an image we found erotic, and explain why. Luckily I already had a folder on my computer labelled Nero's Fantasy File so it was easy. Or not so easy, as it turned out. Like a kid being asked to choose an ice cream from a list of 31 Flavors, I couldn't make up my mind. The kicker was having to explain why we found them erotic - heck, sometimes they just are, you know?

So naturally I ended up picking not one but two, and even then neither of those was my first choice. The explanation for my first choice would have taken too long; so I elected instead to defer posting my first choice until now - where I could explain in glorious detail why I found this image erotic.

Yup, that's me there. Seated. How cool, suave and urbane am I?
Obviously I imagine myself as the guy in that picture. And I imagine that's my wife holding the riding crop. The third woman is some sweet young thing who is likely submissive and will serve us both. For my pleasure. My wife has a Type A personality so is not submissive, hence she gets to be the woman holding the whip. Given my wife's tastes in erotic fiction I can totally imagine her working over the poor woman with her ass exposed.

She'd probably tease the girl with her crop, giving her a few light whacks before smacking her ass hard with her hand. My wife would become aroused by her control over the woman and would direct her to walk over to me on all fours and suck my cock. It's likely my wife would hold that girls hair tightly and force her to deep throat me, pushing her down deep and making her take my full length. Just as I was beginning to enjoy this my wife would pull her off me, because that's what she's like. 

I wouldn't like it but equally I would be prepared to bide my time. My wife can play her games, but I'll get mine in the end.

My wife would then most likely sit next to me and spread her legs wide; tapping on the back of the neck of the girl with her riding crop, indicating that she wants her pussy eaten. The young girl would lean forward hesitantly, not sure what to do. Was she there for me, or my wife? My wife would answer that question by grabbing the girls head roughly and pulling her into her crotch. The girl would devour my wife's cunt, and my wife would start moaning.

I, of course, have been watching this scene unfold and have become even more aroused. I was captivated by the other girl as soon as she entered the room. Sure, my wife looked hot as fuck too but those girls panties were to die for. I loved the little heart shaped cut out that exposed her ass and now I was as hard as steel thinking about fucking her from behind. In those panties.

Which is exactly what happens next.

I kneel behind her and shove my cock up her wet cunt, grabbing her hips and thrusting hard. 

She doesn't even blink, but my wife does. Her eyes open suddenly as she feels the girl between her legs suddenly pushed harder into her pussy. She gives me a dirty look - this wasn't what she had planned. I don't care and just smile as I stare directly into my wife's masked eyes as I pound the girl beneath me. 

"I'm going to cum" I taunt.

"Don't you dare!" says my wife, grabbing the girl and tossing her aside "I want your cock in me!"

Laughing I grab my wife's ankles and spread her legs wide as I mount her on the sofa. Uncertain of what to do the girl sits beside us and starts kissing my wife, obscuring my view.

"Rub her clit and play with her nipples" I bark, and the girl backs off immediately. Her fingers start swirling around my wife's clit, whilst her other hand grabs at my wife's tit. My wife starts to grunt as her orgasm approaches and the girl moves both hands to my wife's nipples and starts twisting. That's not how my wife likes it so I bark another order "squeeze her breasts hard, mash 'em up". The girl starts kneading my wife's tits and my wife begins hissing. The tendons in her neck are showing and I can tell she's going to cum.

"Me first!" I say, as I suddenly withdraw and stand up.

"WHATTHEFUCK?!?!?!?!" shouts my wife, furious.

I ignore her and take a seat on the sofa beside her. My cock is purple and stiff, ready to cum.

"Ride me" I instruct, scooting down so she can mount me reverse cow girl style. "And she can lick you while we fuck"

My wife says nothing but mounts me anyway, still scowling. Holding my stiff prick she guides me inside, planting herself on me in one smooth motion. Ignoring me my wife gestures to the girl, summoning her between her legs. The girl eagerly kneels between our legs and starts tonguing my wife. I can't see a thing but I can picture it, as my wife starts moaning again and squeezing her own breasts. 

I had presumed my wife would ride me, but I was wrong. She indulges in a little powerplay of her own: remaining still (save for a little grinding) as the girl licks my wife's wet slit. 

"Oh yeah baby, that feels soooo good!" purrs my wife, grabbing the girls head with both hands and pulling her in tighter - lest there be any doubt as to who she was talking to. 

Oh, it's like that is it? I respond by grabbing my wife's legs and pulling them up and spreading her wide. This exposes my wife completely to the young girl who alternates between licking my wife's wet cunt and then my tightening balls. I moan when her tongue grazes my cock in between. I start thrusting my cock in and out of my wife's pussy as the girl fingers my balls. I'm in heaven.

The question of who really has the power is resolved when, as my wife and I are both on the cusp of climax, the girl pulls my cock out of my wife on the down thrust and starts jacking me as she slaps my wife's pussy with her other hand. Her hand is clapping on my wife's clit and cunt as my wife cries out with pleasure. Her climax hits her and she starts spasming on top of my spread thighs. 

In between those thighs is a young girl who now has my cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping and jacking me furiously all at the same time. I can't see it but I can feel it. It feels wonderful and I cum heavily, my spunk erupting violently from my dick and firing down her throat. The girl continues to squeeze my balls, milking me of every last drop. My wife slumps backwards against my body, her arms falling by her side as she groans. She is sated.

My wife then crawls up beside me and snuggles into the crook of my arm. She cuddles up to me as the girl stands before us, still on her knees, with a big grin on face. She is both pleased with herself and yet wondering what tasks we have for her next.

"Rim his ass!" orders my wife...

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Can I Get an Ass Fucking to Go with the Belt?

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: all links in this post are working)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "The day after the nude posing session and the much needed orgasms with Rideshare that followed it, I was still pretty horny and high on all the excitement that was the night before. I texted Rideshare to tell him how hot that was, and he responded he'd be"

recovered post from Pervertically Virtuous

Can I Get an Ass Fucking to Go with the Belt?

by Pervertically Virtuous
The day after the nude posing session and the much needed orgasms with Rideshare that followed it, I was still pretty horny and high on all the excitement that was the night before. I texted Rideshare to tell him how hot that was, and he responded he'd been thinking about it all day. Yeah, me too.
My mind started wandering off to anal sex. By the way his fingers explored my body the night before, I had a feeling he was into it.
A few texts later I decided to find out.
Me: "Do you like anal sex?"
Him: "I love it. You?"
Me: "Why do you think I'm asking? I'm obviously still horny and thinking about what your cock would feel buried deep in my ass..."
Him: "I wanted to try last night, but figured we'd work up to it. Ah, your fucking sexiness is making me high!"
He was clearly hooked, at least for a while.
That became even clearer a couple of hours later when he texted to let me know he was getting me a leather belt. (That was on top of the leather cuff he promised to get for me from his housemate who made leather items.)
Me: "Uhm, a leather belt?"
OK, that was a bit much, a bit too soon. Men don't usually buy me presents. Certainly not after having fucked me a total of one time. I certainly don't buy them presents.
Him: "Yeah, you'll see. It's minimal, but super sexy."
Uhm, OK, ehm, I guess that could be cool? Right? It doesn't HAVE TO mean he's a crazy stalker. Right? Not to mention I don't really wear belts.
Me: "OK... thank you..."
Him: "It'll look perfect with nothing else."
Yeah, I'm sure, just but please don't fall in love with me or turn out to be a crazy stalker.
A little later...
Not the original image sorry, that was lost in the transfer
 He later told me he took a picture of this text correspondence – it's not every day that a girl asks you to deliver an ass fucking along with a leather belt. Hehe!
The following day he brought the belt. It was actually pretty cute. I could try and find something to wear it with. Or, as he suggested, I could wear it with nothing else. And it came in very handy a few days later during our DP session (that post coming up).
But at the time I was much more interested in the ass fucking than the belt delivery portion of the visit. I wasn't as horny as I was the day before, but I was horny enough. After sucking his cock for a bit, he went straight for my ass, not even considering vaginal sex. I find that really hot.
He pushed it in slowly. I hadn't had anything up my ass in almost a month, so it took a minute. And even when it did go in, it felt really tight and a bit painful. I don't know how it is for others, but for me there are days when my ass just doesn't work as well as other days. It just won't open as nicely and easily as I'd like it to; it stays clenched. And what usually happens on those days is the mix of pain and pleasure is so intense that I come right away. And then I have to get the cock out; it's too painful too keep it inside me once the arousal has subsided.
This was one of those days. I came within a minute of feeling his not too long but fairly girthy cock inside my ass. But then I thought it'd be too unfair to push him out of my ass right away, so I sucked it up and suffered through the minute of post-orgasm discomfort until my arousal started climbing again. The second time around I lasted a little longer, but not enough to make him cum. Yet I couldn't help it – with my ass refusing to give itself in to this foreign object inside it, the sensation was too intense to last much. I came again. After the second orgasm I couldn't take his cock inside me anymore.
He pulled out, peeled the condom off, and washed up. When he came back, I asked him if he wanted to fuck my pussy.
"No pussy today" he refused. "I came here to fuck your ass, didn't I?"
Indeed he did. Hot – just an ass fucking.
"Come suck me off," he requested instead.
I did.
"Do you drink when you go out?" he asked me after we had both come.
"Huh?" I wasn't sure where his question was going. "Uhm, I usually have a drink or two. Why?"
"You don't seem like a girl who needs to get drunk in order to have fun," he explained.
"Oh, god no!" I was almost offended that he would even contemplate that inference. "You saw how much I drank the other night – 1 and a half drinks. And I'm certainly not drunk now in the middle of the day while working at home!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he nodded.
"I don't need to get drunk to have fun. I don't need an excuse to be sexual. Wanting to be sexual is all the reason I need to be sexual," I elaborated. "I never get drunk. And I certainly don't have drunk sex."
Soon after he got dressed and left. And I went back to work, slightly disoriented, but with a big grin plastered on my face.
Related posts:
Posing Nude - and Dripping Wet - for a Drawing Class
Pervertically Virtuous | May 26, 2013 at 10:40 am | Tags: alcohol, anal sex, Rideshare, sex story, sexting | Categories: Casual sex, Sex Stories 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

I'm not crazy, honest!

I'm not crazy, honest! In yesterday's TMI post I mentioned that I had resolved to see a therapist. I figured some 'talk therapy' might do me some good since I really have no-one in the real world I can talk to about the things that drive me up the wall. The things I talk about on this blog.

maybe the problem is I'm sex obsessed?
I'm totally aware that I come across as a repetitive whiney bitch on this blog, always complaining about the same old thing: my wife isn't having enough sex with me. Blah blah blah. 

I know, I get it - it's the same ol' thing all the time and nothing has changed. Which is why I want to see a therapist and get a second opinion. Am I right to want more, or should I just suck it up and accept my lot? (Hopefully the therapist will tell me it's my wife's fault and she's being sexually selfish - ha!)

I think I've done a lot of introspection in recent years, but I'm getting no closer to resolving anything. I need an action plan! Maybe a therapist can help with that. (FYI - my wife and I have done therapy before, and while it worked at the time, we've ultimately returned to past behaviors; so this time I don't want couples counselling - I want solo advice)

I've been thinking my wife had perhaps lost her libido but the reality is her libido is fine. She reads a lot of porn (she prefers the term 'erotica') and that seems to satisfy her. If she's satisfied by that then there's no need to have sex (that often) with me, right? Never mind how I feel about it - she's the empowered woman!

Who knows what the therapist will tell me. Maybe they'll offer to negotiate a solution like this for a 'sex pass' - or maybe they'll just give me Prozac to make the pain go away?

Anyway, one thing I wanted to share with you (but I probably shouldn't) is that I've been following a whole bunch of sex bloggers for at least 5 years and they all fall by the wayside eventually. They stop blogging and some of their final posts are often about how their marriage/relationship has gone kaput, or they're back on the meds and only now (as they're signing off and quitting) admit they're bi-polar or have some other mental issue.

It's at this point, as a reader, I say "WTF?!"  I've been reading them for over a year and then suddenly it's like 'actually my liberated sex life hasn't been as great as I may have indicated and my wife/husband/significant other has left me because of all the 3ways' or 'the reason I've been having all this crazy sex is because I'm crazy and I've been acting out - but now the doctor has prescribed me something and I'm okay now so no more wild and crazy sex, sorry'.

So I just want you to know that just because I'm going to see a therapist soon doesn't mean I'm crazy. I consider myself quite normal actually, and I just need someone to talk to about my relationship with my wife. Because I can't talk about it with my wife, it gets me nowhere. (Trust me, I've tried)

(And I apologise in advance if I come across as judgemental for my comments after "WTF?!" above. I swear I'm not. It's just kinda like when your favorite show ends and you hate the way it ends and think the writers took the easy way out)

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

TMI Tuesday: May 24, 2016 ~ BFFs, Sex, and Break-ups

BFFs, Sex, and Break-ups


1. Hey, how are you doing?
Funny you should ask - I'm planning to make an appointment with a therapist today so I can talk out the issues driving me nuts vis a vis my wife. After what happened on Wednesday night I think I need my head read, so it's time to stop talking about it and do it! (see a therapist).

2. You are given a strong but soft-to-the-touch (and on the skin) rope. What will you do? (pick just one). Explain your choice.
  1.  Throw it in the garage to use later to tie down a tarp or something.
  2.  Use it for indoor wall rock climbing.
  3.  Tie up your lover and have your way with him/her.
  4.  Lasso your secret crush and take them with you.
I've had this thought for a while (see here) given my wife's predilection for the 'foreced submission' genre on Literotica.com, however I've never actually done it since she also insists (when I've broached the subject) that she has no interest in it in real life. Then this happened.

3. Tell us 3 reasons why you or anyone should masturbate.
  1. Because scientists have said you might get cancer if you don't. (link)
  2. Because it relives tension and stress, especially if your partner doesn't want as much sex as you do 
  3. Because it feels good, and you need to feel good, and you shouldn't rely on others to make you feel good.
4. Would you have sex with your best friend? Have you had sex with a best friend in the past? How’d that work out – did you stay friends?
No, never done it. It would just be too awkward. I've been very good friends with my girlfriends though, when I was younger. Or so I thought - I tried to stay friends with them afterwards but invariably it became impossible. One or the other gets hurt again because they didn't really just want to 'remain friends' - they wanted to 'get back together'. I learnt that after a break up one should break up completely.

5. What are your top 5 reasons to break up with someone?

are these legs for real?
  1. I don't like you anymore, you annoy me now.
  2. Being with you is not good for me, it's not healthy. You/we're toxic.
  3. It's become clear you are disloyal and/or take my affection for granted. You're a user, not a giver.
  4. I think I like your sister/mom more.
  5. The sex no longer makes up for any of the above.
Bonus: Post an image you find erotic? What about it arouses you?
Ha! I actually have a whole folder labelled Nero's Fantasy File, let me see what I can find... 

I like this one on the right because... she is dressed for sex. Putting aside the fact that it is a posed professional photo, I imagine she's gotten changed in the en suite and come out to surprise her man. I love the corset, the sheer stockings - and the pink ribbons and blue hair are super cute. She looks like she would be really great in bed, a complete sex kitten! (And I've had a thing for chokers since my adolescence in the 70s)

Any pop psychologists out there will probably recognise I'm projecting my own issues here: I've picked a woman who is not only sexually available but proactive in making her desire for sex clear!

To be honest it was really hard to pick just one image from my Nero's Fantasy File folder (there are about 50 to choose from!) and this was not my first choice. I'm going to publish that one on Friday since I know that when I explain why it arouses me it will be a long story ie a full post in it's own right. Maybe I'll make it a regular feature?

So once again, thank you TMI for inspiring me to get off my butt and make Nero's Fantasy File finally happen!

UPDATE: The above image is a little too obvious. I think they wanted something a little more artistic, and less 'porn-y'. This one on the left is also in my folder, I labelled it 'Wet & Wanton in the Bathtub' which I think explains perfectly why I like it... as a voyeur I find nothing more erotic than witnessing a woman's private pleasure.

Double Bonus (teaser): this has inspired tomorrow's post...
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Monday, May 23, 2016

Unfiltering nude pics on Dreamscope

Dreamscope is an effects filter app you can use to turn your photos into art. Depending on how good your photo is and how good you are with the app you can turn yourself into a very nice piece of art. And like most new technologies people have been using them for erotic purposes. People have taken nude snaps of themselves and then manipulated the images to disguise what they look like.

The results are very cool, but users should know something less cool: when you upload your manipulated/filtered image it is possible to undo it all and get back the original image - meaning if you thought you disguised your face before uploading it to the Dreamscope app others can still see what you look like after a few clicks! I'm not going to tell you how it's done (and I haven't done it myself) but here are a few examples from an online forum that tells you exactly how to do it.

To preserve the anonymity of the original posters -who didn't want to be seen in the first place- I have not used any images that show faces. I have no idea if the original pics can be extracted from other similar apps, but given the internet I'd say be careful because it's most likely it can be done. Everything can be done! If you want to remain anonymous when you post nude pictures online my best advice is not to show your face. Ever.


Sunday, May 22, 2016

Why People Have Affairs


I have to say I agree with most of this. A lot of the reason why people have affairs isn’t to do with random or excessive horniness. It’s do to with issues of closeness and distance. If I ever have an affair it will be because I feel abandoned by my wife. That feeling of abandonment will most likely be felt both sexually and emotionally.

I'm certainly feeling abandoned at the moment. She's been binge reading her Kindleporn again this weekend. 

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Face-Fucked in a Dentist Chair with Nitrous Oxide

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her. 
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 
(FYI: all links in this post are working)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "One of my oldest friends was visiting NYC from Africa and I wanted to see him. We arranged to have dinner on Sunday, so I decided to come down to the city one day early and get some "sex tourism" in. I had someone specific in mind – Karlo, the guy whose b"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Face-Fucked in a Dentist Chair with Nitrous Oxide

by Pervertically Virtuous
[Image added in 2016, 
original lost in recovery process]
One of my oldest friends was visiting NYC from Africa and I wanted to see him. We arranged to have dinner on Sunday, so I decided to come down to the city one day early and get some "sex tourism" in. I had someone specific in mind – Karlo, the guy whose beautiful big cock I had briefly met two weeks prior at the bdsm/swinger sex party (see The MFM[M], Sorta). He was so hot - dark skin, 6' tall, pretty face, gorgeous smile with perfect teeth, beautifully toned body, washboard abs - that I had to get more of him. We had barely spoken at the party, but I knew his name and I knew he was Pretty Boy's friend on Facebook. So I tracked him down and sent him a message:

"That, dear Pretty Boy's neighbor, was one lovely, enormous cock. And one that I would *LOVE* to feel inside more than just my mouth. Please don't run away next time?"

He responded almost immediately: "You just put me into a semi state of arousal. Or should I say I just felt my cock stir in my pants a little. Hi, I'm Karlo."

We chatted for a while, got to know each other a little: He was a dental surgeon, 31, lived alone in the ultimate bachelor pad in Williamsburg, the hippest part of NYC currently. We quickly established we had to meet up again and finish what we started. I told him I'd be making a trip down to the city the upcoming weekend, and he promised me a fun night on Saturday: drinks, dinner, dance party, sex. Deal.

That Saturday I took an afternoon bus to NYC. I left my iPod at home so I had to deal with a baby crying the whole time, a moron listening to crappy music without headphones, and another moron playing a loud violent video game. When I asked the video game moron to turn off the sound, he told me I should turn off my laptop and shut up the baby. Oh dear.

Not me, but similar to what I looked like that night

When I got to NYC, I first stopped by my friend's house in Bushwick to pick up party favors and change into party clothes: a white tank top with a black vest over it, a grey denim mini skirt, knee length black tights, and knee-high black boots, topped off with my Burner-style, custom-made, leather waist pouches instead of a purse. It was a nice day, and I decided to walk the 1 mile over to Karlo's.

On the way, I realized I had to pass by Pretty Boy's house. As I approached his building, I looked up, and saw him in the hot tub on his balcony. I yelled out and he seemed ecstatic to see me. He ran downstairs and tried to convince me to go up and watch the sunset with him, but I was already running a little late, so I gave him a couple of passionate kisses and went on my way.

Karlo's place was literally around the corner. I love it when NYC feels like a small town.

"Wow, you look really cool," Karlo said when I stepped through the door, almost surprised at the fact. He looked damn sexy himself in a pair of blue jeans and a white wife beater. I was ready to give him a deep kiss and turn this immediately into a fuck session, but I didn't get that vibe from him, and settled instead for a slightly awkward full body hug.

He made me a drink and we chatted for a while. Chill electronic music was playing on his $40,000 sound system. The sunset view from one of his two large balconies revealed the Empire State Building awash in orange and pink. No rush to fuck, I guess, we had the whole evening ahead of us. It was actually fun to take it slow, flirt, get to know each other a bit...

He was interactive and energetic. He talked about his work - dental surgery - and it was obvious he loved it and was proud of what he did. Talked about his semi-monogamous relationship of 6 years, and how his life has changed since they broke up a year ago because they were both too dominant to make a good parenting couple - and they came to a point of either making babies or breaking up. He talked about his love of motor vehicles (he owned a Jeep, a Porsche, and a motorcycle), and about doing all 4 sports that Ace and I do (climbing, snowboarding, surfing, biking), although probably not as much as we do.

He talked a lot - and a lot about himself - but he did let me speak, asked me questions, and showed interest in me. In fact, he was quite fascinated with me, with my independent personality, my knowledge of science, my male-wired sexual brain, my unusual relationship situation. He complained that his dominant personality typically attracted submissive women, and how refreshing it was to be with someone who didn't need or want to be taken care of, who preferred to take care of herself. As many men before him, he said he was comfortable discussing things with me that he would normally only talk about with his male buddies.

After the drink and a bump of cocaine, we went to have dinner at a well-known local restaurant a few blocks from his house where he ate for free because the manager was his patient. Given the coke, we couldn't eat much – we barely finished a small salad and a steak tartar appetizer, and eventually cancelled the main chicken dish we were going to split.

We were planning on going to a nearby club after dinner, but it was too early. Then Karlo came up with a brilliant idea:

"Have you ever done nitrous?" he asked.

Nitrous oxide is the laughing gas you may have experienced at the dentist, a mild anesthetic that produces a sense of euphoria and well-being.

"Yes, as whippits." I replied. "But I'm not a big fan of drugs that last only a short while."

"Yeah, but how about at the dentist's? We can make it last longer..." he offered.

"Never done that," I smiled, knowing where this was going.

Unlike whippits, which are pure nitrous oxide, dental administration uses a mix of 50% nitrous/ 50% oxygen, so that you don't cause hypoxia in the brain and can keep breathing it in for extended periods of time.

"I've never done it either. So, wanna go to my office, do some nitrous, and fuck??" he suggested.

I'd never had sex on nitrous but I'd heard it's supposed to enhance your orgasm, something like poppers. It also just sounded like a really fun adventure. I'd certainly never gotten fucked in a dentist's office before, nitrous or no nitrous, and just checking that experience off my bucket list (not that it was ever on it, but still) was worth it.

"Sure!" I grinned.

Karlo's office was only a few blocks from the restaurant where we were eating and another few blocks from the club where we were headed afterwards. How convenient.

His office was the most beautiful dentist office I'd ever seen. Brand new building, minimalist design, really cool wooden art pieces spread across the several rooms. He wheeled the nitrous oxide/oxygen tanks over to one of the 4 dentist chairs, sat me in the chair, then put the partial mask that only covered my nose but left my mouth available, and turned on the valve.

[Image added in 2016, 
original lost in recovery process]
"Breathe in deep now, chica," he almost ordered me.

I obeyed. Doctor's orders, what can you do?

Now just add a 9'' cock

The odorless, colorless gas started invading my brain. I started filling a little high and giddy. Not nearly as much out of it as when you do a whippit, but pleasantly elated. Karlo took his clothes off, lowered the dentist chair to the perfect height, straddled me in the chair, and stuffed his semi-erect cock in my mouth.

Wow. Having my mouth so nicely filled up by his monster shaft while hooked up to a tank of nitrous oxide through a little clown nose of a mask? Now that was quite the sensation.

His cock quickly grew to his full 9'' glory and he started fucking my mouth forcefully. I immediately slipped my hand inside my thong and started rubbing my pussy. My first orgasm snuck up on me almost unnoticed.

For the next 15 minutes, he brutally assaulted my throat with his giant cock while we passed the nitrous mask back and forth. When not holding the nitrous to his nose, he was fingering my cunt (on top of my own fingers on my clit) and talking dirty to me. My second orgasm was pretty intense: with three of his fingers fucking my pussy and me fiercely rubbing my clit, I came convulsing, screaming into his cock buried deep in my throat, gagging on it at the same time, but unable to take it out, I wanted to swallow it all. I guess the nitrous does enhance your orgasms. Soon after, he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed his cum all over my face, successfully avoiding my eyes. I loved the image of his beautifully sculpted torso tensing above me in the throes of an orgasm. I grabbed the nitrous mask from his hand, put his still massive cock back in my mouth, and rubbed my clit to yet another orgasm.

Wow. Just wow.

He turned the tank off and we got out of his dentist chair.

"I've had my practice for 6 years, and this is the first time I've ever had sex here," he said in disbelief.

"Well, I'm glad I could help christen your office. I hope it won't be the last," I smiled back.

I was still a bit dizzy from the nitrous, and still incredibly horny. I could've kept going; I could've kept coming over and over again. But I couldn't be greedy. The night was still young and we still had some partying to do. I tried to wipe his cum off my face as best as I could without also removing all my make-up.

We snorted some molly off an antique dentist's cabinet lined with old bottles of materials dentists used back in the 19th century, and walked over to the club.
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Pervertically Virtuous | May 21, 2013 at 10:40 am | Tags: blowjob, casual sex, drugs, Karlo, partying | Categories: Casual sex, Sex Stories | 

Friday, May 20, 2016

Midweek Madness! ~ Part 2

This is where things get wild, before taking a dark turn. You should probably read Part 1 to understand how we got here...


I lifted the covers off my wife, placed her into the 'recovery position' (sideways) and then slowly fed my cock into her pussy. She was still wet - very wet in fact - and I slid in without resistance. I gripped her hip and started with long slow steady strokes, pumping my cock in and out, giving her my full length. I hadn't said a word during all of this, and she said nothing either, other than to moan "mmmmmm" and pull her leg up a bit higher. This allowed me to go deeper, which I did, and soon I was fucking her hard and fast.

"Oh. God!" she allowed, her eyes closed but her face contorted with pleasure. She pulled her knee higher still, right up to her chest, so I could fuck her even deeper and harder. "Yeah!" she grunted.

I removed her bent knee from her breast and stretched her leg up to my shoulder, as I continued pounding her. I continued fucking her that way - one leg on the bed, the other up in the air - until she shifted slightly onto her back. Her legs were still split wildly but I now had easy access to her clit. I licked my thumb and pressed down between her legs, strumming her clit. It was swollen.

"Oh. God. Yesss!" she repeated, gasping.

Her pussy was so wet it was easy to keep her clit lubed. Her gasps seemed to increase the harder I pressed against her clit, so I kept pressing her harder. I rolled my thumb all over that bitch and my wife was going crazy, as my stiff cock kept slicing in and out of her slick cunt. I switched gears slightly, dropping the leg pressed against my torso before picking both up and spreading her wide. I rammed my cock in deeper and pounded her missionary style, her legs stretched wide enough that I was able to continue thumbing her clit.

My wife was going crazy now. She had one hand clamped over her own mouth, trying to block the screams, as I continued slamming into her. I had never seen her like this, but I knew better than to stop what I was doing. Finally she dropped her hand, gripped the sheets, gritted her teeth, and arched her back as she bucked up and down in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm. She was cumming, and it was one for the ages. I released her legs and slipped out of her, giving her a moments respite before I turned her over.

She was like my little fuck toy at that moment, saying nothing, but willingly -drunkenly- taking my cue and putting herself in the doggy position. She got up on all fours, dropping her head only when I had entered her again. "Oh god" she groaned, as I slowly slid in. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting steadily, her fingers grazing my balls as she played with her clit below. Her hand dropped away as I picked up the pace and my balls started slapping her cunt. She was moaning now, panting, and again she returned to her new mantra: "Oh, god, yesss". My wife seemed to have found religion this night.

A bit like this, but without the hair pulling
Truth be told, I was feeling a bit godlike at this point. I'd been hitting all the right spots and my wife was going bananas for it. I was so good there was no way she would turn me down again in future, right? Who wouldn't want to be fucking like this all the time if they had the chance, right? I'd been fucking her for over half an hour and she was loving it. She had cum hard, more than once, and it was my turn now.  I picked up the tempo and continued pounding her pussy forcefully.

And then it hit me.

I wasn't going to cum.

I knew I wanted to cum, but I also knew that I felt nowhere ready to cum. My dick felt so so good sliding in and out of her warm wet velvet pussy, but there was nothing happening beyond that. There was nothing bubbling in my balls, no juice ready to shoot. WTF? We were having the best sex in a long time and yet I wasn't going to cum? Again: What.The.Fuck? This just wasn't fair. Why was this happening?

I knew why. Whenever my wife gets this aroused she loses some of her tightness. Her cunt gets sloppy wet and looser (not loose). If I was a bigger man -by which I mean, yes, a bigger cock- this wouldn't matter. Her body was fine, it was working perfectly, as it was supposed to. It was me that was letting us down. No wonder we didn't have sex so much anymore, my tiny penis wasn't up to the job. Except...

It was the same six inches it had always been. It had been all that was needed when we were young. Why was it a problem now? Had she been with other men? Men with bigger cocks? Had she followed one of her fantasies and been with a black guy - one so big he'd stretched her out and 'ruined' her? Just like in those erotic stories she loves so much?

I knew one place where she would be tight. Her pussy might be looser but her asshole would be perfect. I wet my thumb and slid it into her ass. It went in easy. WTF? She had loosened up there too! WTF?! Okay, that was good right? This has happened before, and it's a good thing. When I've got her so turned on she relaxes 'back there' that means I can fuck her up the butt and she doesn't mind. The only times she has objected to anal is when I failed to 'prepare' her properly, that's when she gets angry afterwards. But she was ready now.

She continued moaning as I continued fucking her bowling ball style: one thumb in her ass and my cock sliding in and out her pussy.  Yup, my little fuck toy was definitely ready for an anal fucking. I pulled out and reached over to my wife's night stand to grab the lube. I couldn't get to it, so I got up off the bed and walked over. I looked back at my wife, who was now slumped in a heap. Somehow in all this sex we had ended up on my side of the bed, facing the foot of the bed. My wife was now drunkenly crawling back to her side of the bed, flopping down, and snuggling into the pillow.

She was done.

Dammit!

I contemplated continuing with my plan but was it worth it? It was now 2am. What if I fucked her butt and still didn't cum? Then she'd be mad. We'd been at it 45 minutes and according to this article 10 minutes should be enough. If I'm trying to improve the frequency of our sex it wouldn't pay to overload her with a marathon event now. Besides, she was clearly exhausted. I left the lube where it was and climbed into bed beside her.

My cock was still hard but I ignored it. Maybe there was something wrong with me? Since when did men my age fuck that long and not have an orgasm? Maybe I should see a doctor?

Maybe I should see a therapist... I had so many damn thoughts running through my head - even during the sex. That's can't be right.

[UPDATE: I've spent some time trying to figure out what sort of headspace I was in on Wednesday night. I recall even as we were having sex I felt drunk - but I wasn't. My wife had been drinking, not me. Then I remembered I'd only got 4 hours sleep on Tuesday night. I was up at 8am on Wednesday morning and didn't get to bed 'til 1am. No wonder my brain was squirly!]

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Midweek Madness!

Who the fuck has sex on a Wednesday night? Me, that who!

Yeah, it was a surprise to me as well - it was like I'd slipped into a time machine and gone back to our younger years. A time when we'd have sex 2-3 times a week, not once or twice a month as we do now. It happened last night and went down like this:


My wife had organised some big wine evening at our house and invited about 30 women along. One of her 'friends' [ie not an actual friend but a woman she only just met at a dinner party recently (that I wasn't invited to)] had said she had just started a wine company so my wife said she would help her by inviting two dozen influential women to a wine tasting. At our house. Wednesday night from 6-8pm, ladies only so would you please find somewhere else to go Nero. And take your daughter too please.

I'd originally planned to hide in the movie room for the duration (why should I have to leave my house?) and I knew my daughter would do what she does every night anyway (hide in her bedroom, watching anime online, and social media'ing with all her online friends) but my wife insisted: "Get out!"  So Wednesday became 'Father/Daughter Movie Night' at the local Multiplex. After the movie we had dinner, before making our way home at 9pm.

My daughter had tried to get me to order takeout, so she could get home sooner and get back online ("where all my friends are waiting!"), so I had to be the bad guy and tell her "Mom doesn't want us back home too soon, she's got all her friends over".

"but it will be over by now, Mom said it was from 6-8pm" she argued

"sorry but when your mother has 30 women over to drink wine it aint gonna be over by 8pm"

To be fair, there were only six women left by the time we got home, and they all left by 10pm. Except for one. There's always one. My wife and her buddy kept drinking, opening new bottles, and talking into the night. Talking until 1am, at which point my wife put her in the guest bedroom and joined me in ours.

You will not be surprised if I tell you my wife was drunk, right?

Luckily she was not sloppy drunk, but it did take her some time to take off her makeup and join me in bed. All that extra time had me thinking dark thoughts. By the time she came in I was lying diagonally in our bed, with my head on her pillow. "Why are you there?" she asked, confused.

"So you can sit on my face" I explained, "so I can lick your pussy"

She giggled and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. Leaning down to kiss me, she murmured "you're such a good man--"

I cut her off by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in tight. I kissed her hard and snaked my tongue into her mouth. I wasn't interested in hearing what a great guy I was compared to some of her friend's lousy partners as she pecked my lips and tried to cuddle. I'd heard that all before, right now I wanted action not words. She kissed me back, swirling her tongue around mine as I caressed the back of her neck and ran my fingers through her hair. Her moans let me know she liked it and soon I had my other hand running over her hips and thighs, before roaming to the small of her back. I grabbed one of her breasts and she let me fondle her for a minute before she pulled away and got up.

"I really need a glass of water" she groaned, "I'm gonna be sooo hungover in the morning - why did I organise this for a Wednesday?"

I said nothing as she slipped away to the kitchen, returning with a large tall glass of water. When she saw me she giggled again. "Is that for me?" she asked, looking at my dick. While she was gone I'd thrown off the covers, and now my stiff prick was standing proud and erect. I wanted her to be clear on what my intentions were. I wanted to fuck.

She climbed into bed next me, pulling the covers up over both of us. She leaned in and kissed me again, before stating the obvious: "It's really late honey, we're gonna have to get some sleep" {kiss} "I'll make it up to you on the weekend, I promise" she said, giving my dick a quick squeeze as if to seal the deal. And then she rolled over, facing away from me. Good for her.

But I had other ideas. I snuggled up behind her and pressed my hot cock against her cold ass. God! how I love that feeling!! 

"Go to sleep!" she muttered.

But I did not. I reached forward and ran my fingers between the back of her legs, finding her cunt. She was wet and slick. My fingers slid in easily. Her ass may have been cold but she was warm down there. Hot, in fact. I started fingering her, but the angle was difficult. And she wasn't making it any easier by moving her legs, instead choosing to remind me...

"It's late, go to sleep!"

I retreated to my side of the bed, removing my fingers from her pussy and my cock from her ass cheeks. And then I pondered my next move: go to sleep, or go to my home office downstairs and jerk off to porn? Neither was an option I liked, so I tried something different.

Did I invent a new position, because this is the closest
image I could find to match what we did. And I searched!
I lifted the covers off my wife, placed her into the 'recovery position' (sideways) and then slowly fed my cock into her pussy. She was still wet - very wet in fact - and I slid in without resistance. I gripped her hip and started with long slow steady strokes, pumping my cock in and out, giving her my full length. I hadn't said a word during all of this, and she said nothing either, other than to moan "mmmmmm" and pull her leg up a bit higher. This allowed me to go deeper, which I did, and soon I was fucking her hard and fast.

"Oh. God!" she allowed, her eyes closed but her face contorted with pleasure. She pulled her knee higher still, right up to her chest, so I could fuck her even deeper and harder. "Yeah!" she grunted.

I removed her bent knee from her breast and stretched her leg up to my shoulder, as I continued pounding her. I continued fucking her that way - one leg on the bed, the other up in the air - until she shifted slightly onto her back. Her legs were still split wildly but I now had easy access to her clit. I licked my thumb and pressed down between her legs, strumming her clit. It was swollen.

"Oh. God. Yesss!" she repeated, gasping.

[Sorry to stop here but this story is running long. Part 2 tomorrow is the killer - that's where is gets really wild - before things take a dark turn. Check the tags below!]

These women would eat me alive!