Crackers in Bed

Buildup: Memorial Day came and went with no follow-through on the promise of Memorial Day morning — still spent from all of the good sex since Friday! By the end of the night Tuesday, the familiar stirring of the loins returned. I was willing to wait for it, though — I read a week’s worth of newspapers while B watched episodes from a Sex and the City DVD. When she came to bed after brushing her teeth, she was naked.

Foreplay: After the excitement of the weekend, it didn’t take much more than a naked body in bed next to me to get me hard. B can do better than that, though, and she used her fingers to arouse me.

Main Event: I pulled B on top of me and she began to ride me. I palmed her boobs and held them against her chest then held them together and flicked my tongue between both of her nipples. Being on top wasn’t working for B, though, so she rolled over to her side of the bed so I could be on top. I rolled with her, staying inside as we switched positions. I stretched my legs out so that I could lean into her hips with my full weight. B lay beneath me playing with my chest and leaning forward to take one of my nipples into her mouth. I grabbed her ass and she grabbed mine, but as I continued to pump she took her hand away from me and started reaching behind herself. I slowed down and she grabbed me again, but when I picked up the pace she moved her arm again. I was too close to coming to stop this time and exploded into her.

Afterplay: It wasn’t a cramp or a pulled muscle — there were crumbs in the bed that had been folded into the newspapers I was reading before! B was reaching to brush away a particularly sharp piece of a 2-day-old cookie while we were making love.

With the crumbs brushed out of the sheets, B lay on her stomach to sleep. I wanted to give her a better feeling to sleep on, so I brought my fingers under the sheets to squeeze her butt. B gave no objection, so I slid my hand between her thighs and back into her slit. She was squeezing her legs together tightly, so it was hard to penetrate her with my fingers. I focused on her clit, which was surprisingly stiff, and brought my other hand over to tease her crack. In spite of the interruption from before, she soon was breathing quickly and squeezing her legs even tighter to hold me against her. I got just the tip of my thumb between her lips, and was pressing on her rosebud with my other index finger. I could feel her clench and unclench her muscles, looking for her release. When she came, her pussy and ass twitched for a long, long time as I continued to give the same stimulation through her orgasm.

Afterglow: A nice sleep — my fingers made up for her distraction during sex.

Rating: ★★★

Too Pooped to Pop

Buildup: After a surprisingly hot night before, we woke to an empty house and a sunny morning. B got out of bed to pee and came back as naked as the night before.

Foreplay: Almost none — B took my morning wood in hand and softly stroked me until I was fully hard.

Main Event: B was on top and already wet. I slid into her with ease and she started bucking up and down on me. I took her boobs in my hands and let the nipples brush against my palms as she rose and fell on me. Unfortunately, after the first sensation of penetration, my cock went numb as the sensation was replaced with the urge to pee. I got up, waited (and waited), relieved myself, swished a mouthful of Scope, and returned to bed.

B had rolled onto her back and I climbed on top, again sliding right in. I pumped frantically and tried some side-to-side thrusts for variation, but I could tell that she was looking for a quickie on my behalf, and I was still too spent/tired from the night before — and not yet recharged by foreplay — to come. I stopped, pulled out, gave B’s pussy an appreciative lick, and told her that I’d try again later that night.

Party Pooper

Buildup: We were invited to a wedding out of town, but made arrangements for a late return home. B was wearing a cleavage-revealing halter top and a flowing peasant skirt — I had visions of hiking the skirt over her waist and taking her from behind in front of our bathroom mirror when we got home from the reception. Unfortunately, B was not in her element at the party — picking at her plate, eschewing drinks, and declining to dance to songs that I know she loves. We left early, and I resigned myself to a night off.

Back home, B came to bed wearing a thin polo-type shirt and turned on the TV, asking me to massage her arm and hand as we watched. I was tired and bored and lazily squeezed her muscles while more intensely tracing her palm and fingertips with my own. She leaned over and put her other arm across my chest, and I repeated the process — though in this near-hug position it was a touch sexier.

Foreplay: B scooted over to her side of the bed.

“Will you rub my back?”

I was in.

I found the bottle of lavender massage oil and began to give B an honest backrub from the side — she had some sore, tense muscles. After a few minutes of that, though, I let my free hand rest against the exposed side of her breast. I grabbed some more massage oil and spread it across the top of her ass and the backs of her thighs and circled around — not on or in — her slit. With more oil, I was concentrating almost exclusively on her ass cheeks and teasing the line between her globes and legs.

I rolled over so that I was straddling B’s ass and used both hands to press strongly on her back and shoulders, then I dragged my fingertips along her spine so that I could massage her ass. I slipped my thumbs between her thighs to part her pussy lips.

Main Event: I continued to straddle B’s thighs with mine and forced my dick between them to enter B from behind — it seems that we get better leverage than “normal” doggy-style, and B seems to come hardest when she can squeeze her legs together. Unlike the last time I tried this position, I didn’t go slow and I didn’t rub her clit. I also didn’t pound her — she was wet enough for me to slide in and out in a nice, steady, rhythm. I shifted to a side-to-side stroke that got a moan from B — in turn that gave me the inspiration to finish and I thrust into her hard while squeezing her ass.

Afterplay: I usually stay behind B after rear-entry to finish her with my hand, but I was too spent and thought she was too uninterested, so I rolled over and lay behind her in a spoon position. I reached around her to hold her and felt a very hard nipple poking out under her shirt. The material was very thin, making it easy for me to tease and caress both nipples as I squeezed her breasts. I continued the breast play until she began to audibly sigh. I kept one hand stimulating her tits through her shirt, and brought the other down between her legs. I used two fingers — one strumming her clit while the other rubbed the edge of her lips. No teasing or start/stop — just a steady circular rhythm over and under her clit hood. I pinched her nipples when I felt her contract on my fingers and held them there.

Afterglow: A little more hot and sweaty spooning, then we both fell asleep.

Rating: ★★★★★

Third Time’s the Charm

Buildup: Even after two sessions during the day, both B and I were turned on enough to know that we’d be making love again at night. (It’s taken me almost a week to write about it, so I might forget some details.)

Foreplay: Just being naked in bed again was foreplay enough — we were quickly kissing and pawing at each other. I had B on her back and was hungrily sucking on her boobs. Never made it below her belly button, though — she pulled me back up and turned sideways on the bed.

Main Event: In many ways, this was a repeat of our sideways lay of a few weeks ago. B’s hands were not up in a submissive pose — instead she was actively playing with my balls and ass. I used one hand to hold on to the edge of the bed and the other to hold B by her shoulder — both gave me leverage to pound into B’s swollen pussy. We were unstoppable — two orgasms during the day meant that no-one was going to come too quickly — on the other hand, the animal frenzy ensured that we wouldn’t just fizzle out. B began a rhythmic squeezing of her Kegel muscles well before I came, but her squeezes made it inevitable.

Afterplay: I immediately brought my mouth back to B’s tits and my hand between her legs. I put three fingers in and out of her slippery snatch before settling down to two inside and my thumb on her clit. I continued to suck on her nipples and let her thrust against my hand. When I brought my pinky down to poke at her rosebud, she started jerking on the bed and came hard against my hand.

Afterglow: Exhausted and finally spent (3 times in a day is hard when you’re 42!) we lay side by side — still sideways — on the bed and kissed each other lightly as we came down.

Rating: ★★★★★!

Second Helping

Buildup: The combination of the morning’s session and jet lag left me nearly comatose — I was fast asleep when B returned from her next errands and crawled into bed next to me. Still, I had been promised another visit (and B hadn’t come the first time) so I was eager to enjoy her returned company.

Foreplay: B lay back on her side of the bed — it was going to be my turn to take charge. I took turns licking each of her nipples with a flat tongue, then circled each one with a pointed tongue as it hardened to a point. While suckling one tit, I would grab and squeeze the other, keeping her nipples hard against my palm. I then reached down and ran my fingers up her wet slit, using my thumb to tease her clitoral hood. B was ready to be ridden, so she pulled on my waist to bring me on top of her.

Main Event: When I grab B’s ass just right, she clenches her buttocks in my hand and rises up to meet my strokes. This was one of those times. I held her against me with my right hand while propping myself up with my left arm. My thrusts were long and deep, and with each one, I pinched her butt cheek with my fingertips and got an appreciative counterthrust. Having just made love an hour or so before, I was in no hurry to come and I was able to intensify my efforts to give B a sound fucking. While still grabbing her ass, I pounded into her — shaking the bed and rocking her against the pillows as her tits bobbed up and down. The visual was too much and I could feel myself ready to come. B felt it too, and squeezed her inner muscles to bring me there.

Afterplay: I fell back on my side, panting, and almost fell asleep, but kept a hand on B’s thigh to see if she needed attention. She was very slick from her juices mixed with my semen, and my first caresses got no reaction. I kept probing with different combinations of fingers inside and out until she started to sigh and squirm under my touch. The winning position was a three-finger salute — pinky on her ass, ring finger in her pussy to the first knuckle and my thumb circling her clit (did I mention how slick she was?) She was quite vocal when she came.

Afterglow: Both of us fell asleep in the daylight in a spoon position.

Rating: ★★★★

Long Way Home

Buildup: Different — I had taken a restless red-eye flight from my business trip, so I came home late in the morning and B was out. I had been too busy for any long-distance fantasizing during the week, so I didn’t mind crawling into bed for a nap. Still, I got under the covers naked in case B came home with action on her mind. I drifted in and out of sleep and heard B come in the door — she wanted to know if I wanted sex or to sleep (she was offering me a half-hour now and a half-hour later.) I answered “sex” but explained that I was too sleepy to initiate anything — she told to me to lie back and enjoy it.

Foreplay: B came to bed in a new pair of brief-like panties — she was surprised to find me naked, but wasted no time taking advantage of the fact. Although I hadn’t been bristling with anticipation, B’s expert hands on my cock had me hard in almost no time. As B stroked my cock and balls, she kissed me deeply and passionately.

Main Event: B threw her leg across my waist and lowered herself onto me — never breaking the kiss. I raised my hips to meet her, but she forced me back down while continuing to kiss me. I grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed and pressed down to impale her more deeply as she picked up the pace. We were still kissing, tongues thrashing, as she rode me to a powerful crescendo. I came while biting her neck, and held her down on my shaft as the spasms subsided.

Afterplay: None — B was off to her next errand.

Afterglow: A deep, almost drugged, sleep.

Rating: ★★★★

Another Night, Another Flight

Buildup: Only the routine of goodbye sex before my third business trip of the month, and with the stress of preparing for the week on both sides, it was truly routine. (Likewise, there will probably be no new entries this week absent spontaneous phone sex or some truly amazing porn on the hotel TV.)

Although B gave indications during the evening of honoring our custom, she was asleep in non-sexy shirt and sweats when I finished printing out my boarding passes for the next day. I rubbed myself with body oil assuming that B wouldn’t be wet with anticipation. I came to bed and began caressing B’s inner thighs through the cotton to no objection, but when I ran my hand between them, it was slapped away. Same result when I reached for her breasts.

Foreplay: I placed B’s hand on my semi-erect penis and she immediately began stroking it (questioning why I was already lubed). I explained, as she continued full strokes along its length to get me hard enough for penetration.

Main Event: B pulled off her sweatpants and pulled me on top of her. I slid in easily with my oil-slick cock. I concentrated on fast strokes extending the full length of my dick — pulling out to just the head and then burying myself to the hilt on each stroke. I reached behind and pulled B close to me as I squeezed her ass. B used her hands to stroke my nipples and to reach under her legs to tickle my ass and balls. I was lasting longer without foreplay and she increased the use of her fingers to hurry me up — successfully.

Afterplay: We both fell asleep — about 20 minutes later, I woke again as she turned to her side facing away from me. I brought my hand between her legs from behind and tried to get a positive reaction with combinations of two and three fingers inside her. Her clit stayed hidden, and after bucking against me once, she told me she’d rather sleep.

Afterglow: Back to sleep.

Rating: ★★

Latin Lover

Buildup: B and I went out to dinner at a Latin American/Brazilian restaurant — she had picked a push-up bra and a low-cut blouse and the combination had her cups running over. She was embarassed by how bountiful her breasts seemed, so she decided to go into the restroom to remove the bra.

“My underwear’s next,” she joked — she was wearing jeans, so no practical benefit, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Many mojitos and caipirinhas later, we were both in very sexy moods but there was no way we’d survive the two-drink limit. Sure enough, B fell asleep/passed out in the car on the drive home, not even responding when I felt her up on the freeway. Fortunately, she got a second wind at home, and when I came to bed she was wearing a burgundy lace camisole — I decided there was no need for me to be wearing anything.

Foreplay: B leaned right in and took matters in hand — she grabbed my cock and began stroking with one hand while she fondled my balls with the other. Recently, she has been very bold in tracing the line along my perineum with her finger — this time she used her fingernails on my balls as she pulled her fingers along. All the while she was pumping my shaft with her fist to get me (and keep me) hard.

Main Event: She rolled onto her back and pulled me into her with her hand still on my dick. I started slow, but she pulled at my hips with her fingertips.

“Do you want it fast?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she growled.

So we went at it, hard, fast and drunken. B’s knees were up under my arms as I pushed into her harder and harder. She wrapped her thighs around my ass and began powerful, deep squeezes. I could feel the orgasm building, so I timed my strokes with her squeezes. When the wave hit, I thrust into her and held it as she squeezed the come out of me.

Afterplay & Afterglow: I rolled over onto my back and reached across to dip my fingers where my cock had just left, but we were too buzzed from the Latin cocktails to do anything but pass out.

Rating: ★★★★

Delay of Game

Buildup: None. After the false start of Friday morning, I expected to be hard and horny alll day long and to get hot release that night. Instead, I had a workday from hell (no daydream fantasies) and when I got home — late — B was fast asleep on the couch at about 8:30. She was so far gone (and I was so uninterested at that point) that I was willing to let her sleep.

Foreplay: As the sun broke in through the blinds the next day, I woke to feel a hand between my legs. B left, but I heard her in the bathroom rinsing with Scope and anointing herself with body oil. I had a full pee hard-on that B strengthened when she returned to bed by pulling on my balls and stroking my inner thighs.

Main Event: B thanked me for letting her sleep unmolested (in all senses of the word) the night before — she had had a headache and trouble breathing all day. I was still too sleepy to initiate anything — she showed her thanks by climbing on top of me and lowering herself onto my morning wood. She started with shallow strokes with the tip of my cock parting her pussy lips, but soon was fully impaled on my shaft and bucking up and down furiously. Unfortunately, I couldn’t separate the sensation of a good fuck from the sensation of draining my bladder, and I knew I wouldn’t come. I stopped B with a kiss and went to take a piss.

The problem with morning wood is that you can’t pee until the erection subsides, and the part of me that wanted to pee was conflicting with the part that wanted sex. It took longer than I wanted, but I finally relieved myself. Now I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to get it back up quickly (or that B would have lost interest.) No problem — she was waiting on her back with her legs spread, and as soon as I pulled my knees up under her thighs and began licking her boobs, my hard-on was back and my dick was poking at B’s entrance. I mounted her and quickly thrust into her, with one hand propping me up and the other reaching behind to squeeze her ass as I pumped. B sighed and told me how great it felt as I exploded into her — a great start to the morning!

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B’s a morning person — she got up and started her day. I rolled over for another hour of post-coital dreaming.

Rating: ★★★

False Start

Buildup: B wanted to ask me to come upstairs, but there was a plumber working in the basement. She went off to run an errand and returned when I was getting ready to shower, so… she invited herself in.

Foreplay: It was supposed to be a no-sex-get-clean shower, but then I took some soap in my hands and made sure that her breasts were squeaky clean. I reached around to clean her back and was met with an open-mouthed kiss. B grabbed the soap and built up a lather in her hands which she used to lubricate her grip on my shaft. She began to rub me hard and fast while we kissed each other deeply. With her free hand she reached under my balls and drew her fingers along them like she did the night before. I enjoyed it, but wasn’t ready to come on her hand so I asked if she’d rather I finish inside her.

Main Event: I leaned back on the shower stool, and B lowered herself onto me. The footing wasn’t right, and the stool kept rocking (plus it’s a hard position for B to hold — her legs are long but not quite long enough!) Instead, I suggested rear-entry like the last time we did it in the shower. That hit the spot, but: a) I was still mostly spent from the night before, b) the slapping sounds of the shower spray and our thighs were getting loud and distracting, and c) the plumber was still downstairs — and could possibly hear us through the ductwork. A rare occasion, but neither of us were going to come this way, and I pulled out — still hard.

Afterplay & Afterglow: A promise to finish tonight.

Rating: ★★★ for effort