Join me as I go on a journey to discover what's happening in my life now that I'm on the wrong side of 50 (and attempt to keep sane by venting here, online). Hopefully I'm not just another stale pale white male ranting on the internet - but there are no guarantees!
WARNING: this blog contains a LOT of explicit sexual content, images, and discussion. Anyone under the age of 18 should NOT read this blog. Anyone married to me should NOT read this blog.
Monday, January 8, 2018
Well, this happened last Thursday...
We have a bed similar to this at the vacation house
We got home at about 1am, after visiting another couple for dinner at their vacation home near ours. The three of them polished off three or four bottles of wine between them, while I remained the sober driver. I think my wife and the other guy drank the most, since his wife was doing the cooking. He used to work for my wife, but quit when she sold the company five years ago.
My wife always used to joke (to me, not him) that he’d been hired because he made great eye candy at the office, which was primarily female. He was young, slim, attractive and looked great in a suit. He was also from London and master of the infamous British charm - yes, I could see why my wife had him working for her. Reporting to her. Doing what she told him to do.
She used to say he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was the shiniest.
Anyway, when we got home I worked on my blog (on my iPad, not easy) finishing off I got laid on New Year’s Day. My wife went to bed. I thought she’d gone to sleep but thirty minutes later I noticed the light was on and she was reading. On her iPad. Her dirty stories, no doubt.
I went upstairs and sure enough, there she was - propped up in bed reading her Kindleporn.
Honestly I wasn’t horny (my wife had pissed me off during that five hour dinner and drinks marathon - I’ll spare you the inane details) but I was bored and wide awake because he had an espresso machine so we all had to have one. And since I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep quickly... I figured I had to do something to occupy my time.
I dropped to my knees beside the bed (her side) and lifted the covers, exposing her naked lower half. I pushed up her nightie and climbed up onto the bed, between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well what was coming next.
“Don’t worry” I said, “you just keep reading your book - I’m going to eat your pussy”
And I did.
Do you want the details? It was very similar to last time, except this time my wife was trying to read her Kindleporn while I did it. She writhed and squirmed, and tried to hold my head down hard on her clit with one hand while she held the iPad in the other. Which made getting to the next page difficult for her.
We both persevered, until I upped the ante by wetting one finger and sliding it inside her pussy. I was licking her clit while fingering her and it was driving her wild. I then doubled down by wetting a second finger and pushing that one in after the first one. I now had two fingers inside her, both curling up as I slid them in and out, and I could feel her cunt getting tighter and tighter.
Next thing I know she was tossing the iPad to my side of the bed and telling me to get up.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want your cock - now!” she said, as if I’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. “C’mon, get up and stick it inside me!”
So I did as I was told.
Well, ‘as requested’ would be more accurate. She wasn’t being dominant, she was just highly aroused and needed my stiff prick inside her. Whether it was the fingering, my tongue, the dirty stories, or seeing her Man Candy again I didn’t know - and neither did I care.
I pushed myself up inside her and started thrusting. She hugged my shoulders as I bit her neck, and concentrated on putting all my movement into my hips. I pumped in and out in long steady thrusts and told her how tight she felt (because she did) . She was moaning and groaning and writhing beneath me and I’m pretty sure she was about to cum (if she hadn’t already) when...
We could hear our daughter at the bottom of the stairs. Which made us both stop dead in our tracks.
It’s hard to explain, but there is no door to the Master Bedroom in my wife’s vacation home. Whoever had it before us added a mezzanine and didn’t think a door was needed. Our daughter and her five friends had taken over the Master Bedroom during their stay, but they had all left that day and we had reclaimed it.
My daughter passed the stairs on her way to the bathroom, and then returned back to her bedroom. And shut the door.
Which was the signal to resume fucking.
By this time I was flat on my back on my side of the bed, so my wife leaned over and started jacking my cock. She jerked it pretty hard and to be honest it hurt like hell. “Not so hard” I whispered, “maybe you should just suck it...” My wife was on that dick like a $2 crack whore. By which I mean she was quick. Not a whore.
My wife has a great mouth for sucking cock and although I never cum that way I do really enjoy her blowjobs. I told her how much I enjoyed her lips on my dick and said she was great little cocksucker. This seemed to please her so I continued in that fashion, telling her how great my cock felt in her warm wet mouth, and how much I liked fucking her mouth.
As my dirty talk escalated so did her technique. She was now a blur of hands, lips, and mouth as she jacked my cock, fingered my balls, and sucked my dick. I was telling her what a dirty little girl she was and she responded by proving me right. She deep throated my cock and fingered my asshole while I called her a nasty girl. And a few other things.
Suddenly she got up and swung her legs over me, mounting me reverse cowgirl style. As she did it I saw for the first time that she was really in the zone. Maybe it was the alcohol but her eyes were glazed, half lidded, and she looked totally overcome by lust. She grabbed my dick, aimed at her wet slit, and then just dropped herself down on top of me.
I screamed. Literally.
“Ow! That hurts!” I yelped, grabbing her hips and pushing her back up and off me. Honestly her pussy was so tight it was like she was a frigid virgin. It hurt like hell. “Take it easy” I admonished “take it slowly.”
My wife did exactly that, holding me gently, angling me correctly, and then slowly easing back and sitting herself back down on my swollen shaft. “Mmmmmmm” I groaned, “that feels better!” And it did. My wife started a slow canter on my dick, before quickening her pace and moving into a full gallop.
I told her how great she felt but by now she was completely gone. She was bouncing up and down on my cock with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She was off in deep space as best I could tell. She rode me hard and fast for quite some time, until finally slumping forward onto the mattress. She continued to fuck me, bucking backwards onto my dick, thrusting herself backwards and forwards but I could see she was tiring.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked.
That woke her up.
“Oh god yes!” she cried, as she jumped forward and got into position. She was on her elbows, head down and ass up. “Fuck me please,” she begged “stick your cock in and fuck me hard”. Truly, she was pleading with me like a wanton whore. I hadn’t heard her talk like this in a long time.
“Yeaah, that feels good, do it!” she said, like the cat who got the cream, as I grabbed her hips and thrust my rock hard cock into her tight wet cunt in one fell swoop. I wasted no time in pummelling her hard and fast, and she was ready for me. I gripped her hips firmly and pounded her hard - and she loved it.
She felt really wet but really tight so I told her that (again). I told her it felt like I was fucking a twenty year old (I meant it) and that just set her off. She was pushing back on me again, meeting my thrusts with her own. I asked if her if this was what it would have been like if I’d been able to fuck her at University - because it felt like I was fucking a young hottie.
I’m not sure what was going through her head but it must have been good because she was moaning “yes yes yes yes yes” as I continued with the dirty talk. When I slapped her ass she cried out “Oh god, yesss!” and just as I was about to spank her again she panted “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”
This was new, because my wife never signals this. Ever.
I grabbed her hips even tighter and thrust my dick in even deeper and harder and banged her for all I was worth. My balls were bouncing against her pussy lips, slapping her clit, and I could feel her tighten around me. My wife was moaning incoherently now, and that pushed me over the line.
My balls exploded and I erupted, blasting her sugar walls with a torrent of cum. I kept thrusting, banging once, twice, and then a third time before holding myself deep inside her as she grabbed my balls from underneath herself and squeezed the last drops of cum from me.
When I was done I pulled back and she hopped forward, flopping down on the bed - on her back with her arms outstretched. “Oh god, oh god” she repeated “oh god...” Her words really did trail off like that, she was completely gone. And done. And well and truly fucked.
I was pretty done too. It had been good for me but even better for her. Which was good because I had something special planned for later in the week, after our daughter had returned home ahead of us (she had a thing on at the weekend) and we could have the house to ourselves. It was all looking most promising...
This happened last Wednesday but I’ve only been able to post it now. I hate to be a buzzkill but due to circumstances beyond anyone’s control ‘what I had planned’ never happened. I’m going to try to write it up as erotic fiction for KOTW so stay tuned for that...