Ring Out The Old

Buildup: In years past, B and I didn’t bother going out to parties for New Year’s Eve, and I took special pleasure in going to bed around 11:30 and making sure that we were making love as the clock struck twelve (giving new meaning to the phrase “stroke of midnight”!) These days, we’re more social and had party plans. B was getting herself ready for dinner, and I watched her as she showered and shaved her underarms and legs. When she spread shaving gel at the edge of her pubic hair, I paid closer attention.

“If I squint, it looks like you’re touching yourself!” I commented.

“Why is that a turn-on?” B asked, and we talked through the shower door of what a powerful visual the look of a woman in the throes of her pleasure is to my libido.

Foreplay: I decided it was time for my shower, too. I stripped off my sweatshirt and jeans and joined B in the shower, asking her to soap my back. Between the conversation and the contact, I was instantly hard, and I turned toward B and held her close with my erect rod between our wet skin. “Mmmm,” she said, “Can you save that for later?”

His Turn: “Can you do both?” I asked — a stiff dick has no conscience! B squirted bath gel into her palms and worked up a lather that she used to lubricate her two-fisted grip on my shaft. I continuned to hold her close, kissing her mouth and reaching with one free hand to circle her nub as she rubbed me. The quicker she stroked, the more urgently my tongue thrashed with hers, until I leaned forward and buried my face in her neck. I moved my fingers from her slit and with both hands squeezed B’s ass — she spread her legs to give me access and I reached behind her to fondle her pussy. Just as she brought me to the point of no return, my standing-in-the-shower headache hit and I had to stop before I could return her favor — why does that happen so often? (The headache, not the lack of returning the favor, I hope.)

Last Night in Paradise

Buildup: Our last night of vacation — once again, we over-indulged in food and drink at dinner. I was determined to have one last tropical romp, and when B came to bed in only panties, I was sure she felt the same way.

Foreplay: B fell back on the bed — her arms and legs spread in a sleepy, drunken, inviting way. I leaned in to lick each of her nipples in turn and she let out an audible moan. Encouraged, I started to rub her pussy lips through the lace of her panties, but she surprised me by asking:

“What are you doing?”

Main Event: I pulled her panties down her legs and off her ankles. I positioned myself between her spread thighs and as I entered her in a swift stroke, I answered:

“Making love to you.”

I guess the sounds she made as I tongued her nipples into stiff points were an indication that she had some idea what I was up to. The way she pulled her knees up and let me drive into her with drunken abandon tipped me off, too — and when she used her powerful Kegels to squeeze my rod inside her, she got me off as well.

Afterplay: Having learned my lesson the other night, I tried my hardest to make sure I could return the favor and make B come. I tried every combination of fingers and positions that I could, but while each new touch got an appreciative squirm, nothing led to the kind of rhythm that would finish her off.

I went to fetch something outside the room, and when I returned I decided that the final night deserved one more try. I slid two fingers into B’s still-slippery slit and spread them side by side, earning a welcome grunt from B in her sleep. Keeping her filled, I stroked her clit in a constant light motion — she was awake now. I hooked her with three fingers — my thumb between her labia as I rubbed her button with two fingers. With my left hand I spread her ass and let my other thumb rub her juices over her taint before plunging deep inside her. B was gasping and squirming now as I stroked her clit from side to side with two fingers. When I felt her about to come, I strummed her clit in double time and brought her to a double-strength orgasm.

Afterglow: We had nothing left — we fell asleep hard, our sweat-slick bodies cooling in the noisy hotel air conditioning.

Rating: ★★★

Dessert

[That was quite an appetizer, no? Over two months between entries! Hope you find this nourishing---]

Buildup: On the way to dinner, B and I discussed the legs-over-the-shoulder position we had just tried — I thought that the angle of penetration might have been better for her (it put some interesting pressure on me) but she confessed that she needs the contact as well as the penetration for it to be good for her. “Or is that too much information?” B asked.

I surreptitiously pulled her hand to the swelling in my pants. “No, that’s the perfect amount of information!”

There was powerful sexual tension during dinner — our dining companions knew exactly what we had been up to, and very shortly worked out that B had been left hanging. After dinner, we stopped at a poolside bar with swings(!) instead of bar stools. At one point in the evening, B was straddling me on the swing — a fun scenario, but maybe not so much with everyone else at the bar (we obviously weren’t so shy as to avoid getting our picture taken.)B was over the two-drink limit, but I could tell it wasn’t going to be a problem — especially when she pulled up her top to flash me as we walked back to our room.

Foreplay: Back in the room B changed from her tank top to a thin camisole, still wearing pink lace boyshorts, and lay back on the bed. I knelt between her legs and pulled her panties to the side so that I could lick her glistening pussy — she let out a moan. I lingered there with my tongue as she sighed, then I crawled up to give the same attention to her nipples. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil at the side of the bed and began to spread it over her chest, feeling her rock-hard nipples in contrast to her pillow-soft breasts. I straddled her waist and shifted my hips forward to bring my throbbing shaft between her cleavage — squeezing her boobs together and pinching her nips as I rode back and forth. I didn’t want to come on her neck (and leave her hanging again) so I frantically pulled off her panties.

Main Event: B threw her legs in the air around me as I started into a hard grinding missionary position — I was determined to give her contact and penetration! Her breath came in gasps as I pounded her into the bed, and I asked whether this was working for her. She shook her head and I asked, “What do you need?”

“Get behind me,” she growled.

I flipped her over and she got on hands and knees as I slid back between her folds and started fucking her doggy-style. After slamming into her for several strokes, I slowed my pace — keeping my hard shaft inside of her — and reached around to stroke her clit. B pushed back urgently against me, trying to take me deeper inside. I took the hint and resumed pounding, finishing yet again before she had come.

Afterplay: B rolled to her side and fell asleep, ignoring my initial probes with my fingers. Soon she awoke again and started clenching as I brushed against her clit. I used the thumb-in, fingers-strumming right hand hook, and all of the previous activity of the evening had her ready and working for her O. When I brought my left hand down her ass crack to tease her from behind, she exploded — throbbing and clenching on my fingers.

Afterglow: Sweaty and sated.

Rating: ★★★★★

Appetizer

Buildup: We hadn’t had an opportunity to make love for a couple nights after our Christmas morning quickie, and after a sunny, hot afternoon of sightseeing we were both warmed up. B was wearing a simple black tank top that framed and displayed her boobs invitingly, and we each playfully felt the other up on our tour bus. We found ourselves with a little bit of extra time before our dinner reservations, so….

Foreplay: Back at the resort, B quickly took off the day’s clothes and lay on our hotel bed. Truthfully, I was not yet in the mood — thinking ahead to the night — but B was obviously ready, and as I looked at her displayed on the clean white sheets, showing an even-more-tightly shaved landing strip, I decided she looked good enough to eat.

I knelt between her parted legs and brought my face between them — starting by licking along the smooth skin just inside each of her thighs and releasing a hot breath over her pubic hair as I moved from one edge to the other. Next, I ran my tongue lightly along the edge of her outer labia, which were still pinched together — but not after the next stroke of my tongue, which parted her lips from bottom to top (back to front). I settled in to tease her clit with flat strokes of my tongue and brought two fingers between her legs to fill her as I licked. B was squirming under my attack, punctuated by electric jolts when my tongue found a particularly favorable angle. She tried to pull me up, but I held her hips down with my arms and tasted her a litle longer before climbing up.

Main Event: B’s legs were spread wide and I entered her in one wet thrust. We pulled a pillow under her ass and I pounded into her with her legs high in the air. Inspired, I took her ankles and lifted them over my shoulders — grasping her thighs and pulling her against me as we fucked from a steeper angle. It worked well for me and soon I exploded deep inside B’s pussy.

Afterplay: I knew B hadn’t come yet, so I immediately pulled out and returned my face between her legs to continue licking her. Again, she twitched as my tongue flicked her clit but a rhythm was eluding her. I switched to using my hand instead, and tried several combinations of fingers and positions to see if I could make her come as hard as I had.

Too late — B’s mind was already on our dinner reservations and whether our dining partners would notice that we were late. (I knew that they had already granted us extra time but B didn’t realize that.) I begrudgingly stopped my caresses and promised to finish what we started after dinner.

Afterglow: None. Time to catch up with our friends!

Rating: ★★★★

Open Me First

Buildup: Christmas morning, we found ourselves in a tropical hotel room. I had slept in a little bit and B was already in the shower. We were supposed to meet people for breakfast, but B surprised me by suggesting a quickie!

Foreplay: None. The proposition itself was enough to arouse me — and obviously B had been thinking already!

Main Event: B unwrapped her towel and lay back with wet hair on the hotel linens. I rose above her and pumped slowly and steadily, as I looked down at my cock sliding in and out beneath B’s trimmed landing strip. B moved me along with well-timed Kegel squeezes, and I leaned forward as I came, grunting my approval into B’s ear.

Afterplay: None. We were late for breakfast.

Afterglow: I lay back on the pillow while B got dressed and realized I was hungrier for sleep than food — she went on without me and I caught another hour of rest.

Rating: ★★★

Radio Silence

I’ve got to head up to the North Pole to give Santa a hand loading the sleigh, then B and I are going to stick around for a week to help the elves deal with all of the returns, so there will be few — if any — posts until after the New Year. (Actually, we’re going on a sunny vacation, and I’m hoping there will be lots of things to post about! Maybe the return of PCG?)

Take this opportunity to leave holiday greetings for me, B, or each other in the comments.

Updated: For those who didn’t read the comments, we’re back (in the saddle!) There are three stories “before” this one yet to be posted, and 8 others (and counting — so far we haven’t missed a night in 2007!) that are more recent.

Updated (again): “‘Tis the Season” brings the past stories up to date to this entry.

‘Tis the Season

Buildup: I was sore from packing for our upcoming vacation — B offered to give me a backrub using a new massage bar that was an early Christmas present.

Foreplay: B ran the massage bar — like a bar of soap — across my shoulders, then down my spine. The warmth of the skin melted the shea butter, leaving a slippery trail that B used to lubricate her squeezes — I was rock hard in anticipation. But when the spicy scent reached my nostrils, I softened — there was some kind of tingly oil in the bar that should not go anywhere near where I had been hoping B’s hands would go next! B agreed to keep her hands only on safe places — she used one hand underneath me to play with my chest, then finished the massage by rubbing my ass aggressively and asking:

“Should I keep doing this while you’re on top?”

Main Event: B lay back against the pillows as I propped myself up above her. With the slick massage bar and her slippery hands, she pulled me inside with her hands on my ass, then ran them up and down my back and chest as I thrust. I never quite made it back to full hardness, but sensation of B’s hands all over my body gave me the encouragement I needed to finish.

Afterplay: My hands were dry and I offered to reciprocate, but B said that given the time of year, it was better to give than receive.

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep.

Rating: ★★

The Memory of Persistence

Buildup: It’s hard to stay horny during the end of year rush, so B and I didn’t have time to send any sexy chats and I never got any real feedback on the morning’s quickie. In fact, the only turn-on during the day was an online banner ad pointing to www.shaveeverywhere.com that I found amusing (having an “optical inch” myself.) By bedtime, B was complaining of a headache and was tired. She wore a sexy thin cotton camisole top, but bulky flannel sweatpants — a mixed message like the previous night.

Foreplay: B lay on her side away from me. I curled in next to her and placed my hand on the side of her breast, rubbing in very slow circles. Those circles got bigger and bigger until my fingers reached her nipple with no objection from B. Emboldened, I reached down to stroke her ass cheeks through the (ugh) flannel, then brought my hand up under her shirt and spread it so that I could touch her nipples simultaneously with my thumb and pinky. B’s breathing quickened slightly, and both of her nipples stiffened nicely. I reached back down to her ass, lowering her waistband enough to slip two fingers into her wet pussy. I ducked under the covers to remove her sweats and stayed to lick her belly near her hips. B had been enjoying my caresses silently to that point, but she said “oh, no you don’t” and pulled my shoulders to bring me on top of her — I stopped to lick her breasts on the way.

Main Event: B spread her legs wide as I mounted her, then brought her knees up high under my arms, digging her heels into my ass as I pumped. Nothing fancy — just straight missionary pounding, prolonged by my added stamina after the morning’s activities. I had to shift angles a little bit when my calves started cramping. The new angle brought me closer — it also did a trick for B and she coaxed me to my climax with insanely tight (almost painful) squeezes of her inner muscles.

Afterplay: B told me that she liked that, as I lay panting at her side. I reached across her chest with my left hand caressing her tit as my right hand tried to coax her clit to come out and play. B said, “I’m going to sleep” and I decided that I was tired enough not to mind.

Foreplay, part II: I drowsily felt a hand on my leg a little over an hour later — it was B’s turn to massage my thighs. I was still asleep, but dreaming of B’s hands stroking my balls until I was fully hard. I grabbed at B’s tits in my stupor before waking to realize it was no dream — B’s hands were all over me!

Encore: Awake and aware, I pulled B on top and she lowered herself on my hard shaft. She moved straight to the X position — I held her slightly sideways, with one hand on the front of her right hip and other reaching behind to play with her ass until she told me it was too much stimulation. B was working hard to find her orgasm, but we felt it slipping away. I flipped her over, and drove into her again and again from on top — feeling my own climax come close and then slip away as my legs cramped again (three times in a day isn’t so easy at this age!)

After-afterplay: B got up to pee (maybe that’s why she couldn’t come!) and quickly returned, lying on her back. My fingers went to work, circling and spreading her lips once again while teasing her clit hood. While I felt her button against my thumb, B spread her legs to give me better access. It took a while to find the right rhythm and combination of stimulation, but I was finally able to bring B to a strong climax (but surprisingly without the usual pulsation around my fingers — only one hard clench as she came.)

Afterglow: B confessed in the morning that she wasn’t able to fall asleep without coming, and thanked me for my persistence. We talked about the complete role reversal — this time she was the one to arouse me out of a deep sleep, and I was the one to respond, enjoy the act, try to come myself, but still not quite “get on the board” to ride my wave.

Rating: ★★★★

Rain (Snow, Fog) Check

Buildup: B was out with her friends at a holiday party last night — she went to bed without panties, but also a drink or two over the maximum. Normally I am ready and waiting in such a circumstance, but this time I had a headache and was in a bad mood, staying up late on an overseas business call. (That didn’t stop me from trying to grope B anyway when I came to bed, but she gave me a drunken “go away” that I didn’t mind complying with.) B apologized in the morning and offered a rain check after she ran her morning errands — but “rain check” doesn’t seem appropriate for the first day of winter!

Foreplay: I showed B how I had attempted to arouse her the night before by placing my hands on her ass and breasts and pressing my hard-on against her back. She rolled to her back and we kissed passionately. I returned my hands to her boobs and felt her firm nipples press into my palms — B returned the favor by taking my cock into her hands. We kissed some more as we felt each other up, then I offered to duck under the covers with B. She countered: “No, come on top.”

Main Event: B lay slightly sideways on the bed — not propped up against pillows as is our norm. I leaned in for another hot, open-mouth kiss as she guided the head of my dick between her lips. The different angle of her hips — not folded into a “V” when she is back against her pillows, and not propped up on a pillow either — turned out to provide a very pleasant sensation. I kept kissing her mouth, then moved forward as I thrust and kissed her neck, her cheek, her ear. I was fully aroused now and backed up to prop myself up on my forearms, looking down at B bouncing on the bed — her boobs rocking up and down in time with each stroke. B’s breath was coming in short gasps — it was either good for her or she was on the verge of an asthma attack — but I was too close to finishing to stop and ask!

Afterplay: None. B seems too preoccupied at the beginning of the day to relax and let me bring her pleasure. I confirmed that it was good sex (and not trouble breathing.)

Afterglow: None. Finished addressing holiday cards before heading to work.

Rating: ★★

Old School

Buildup: Intrusive visitors were gone — both our house guests and B’s period — and we had scheduled a romantic night of holiday shopping and dinner. B’s outfit was not particularly noteworthy, until she lifted up her sweater to show the bodysuit she was wearing underneath — one that dated from a vaction overseas during the early years of our marriage. That piqued my interest — as did the make-out sessions we engaged in at every parking lot during our shopping excursion. B also raised the ante when she told me that the vibrations of my car (which needs an alignment) were being transmitted directly to the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit, which were being transmitted directly to, well, you know. We had some interesting and honest conversations at dinner about marriage, fantasies, lovers, etc. — going back to the days when we bought that bodysuit and even back to our respective colleges. B stayed within the two-drink max, but her drinks were strong, and she was asleep in the car as we drove home.

Foreplay: B kept the bodysuit on when she came to bed — I chose my birthday suit instead. Hers isn’t overtly sexy by itself, but has a great effect combined with her body — high cut leg openings showing her sleek thighs, soft cotton clinging to her curves, and a lace up V at the front that shows a glimpse of cleavage when tied and offers easy access to her breasts once untied. Before we started, she asked me to massage her legs (she’s been running this week.) I grabbed a bottle of sesame body oil and started with her thighs (including her inner thighs) then moved to her calves (with side trips back to the inner thighs) then finally her feet and ankles (with me holding her legs splayed across me so that she could feel my naked erection and shaved-this-morning balls against her leg.)

B was a little too tipsy to let me play much (said it “tickled”) but she didn’t mind when I untied the lace of her bodysuit and cupped her tit in my palm, holding it against her chest. While I coaxed her nipples to attention, B’s hands were occupied with stroking my cock and balls. I reached down to unsnap the body suit, and B lay back and put her fingers on my hips to motion me on top of her.

Main Event: I held B’s fine ass in my right hand and slid directly in. Many factors at work — several days off working in favor of arousal but against stamina, her look in the body suit definitely helping my hard-on, the somewhat indifferent foreplay hurting it (really good foreplay actually locks me into a zone that makes me last longer than none at all!) and my own two (or three) drink maximum having a positive effect on stamina and a negative effect on arousal.

(Of course, I wasn’t doing these calculations at the time — I was more focused on capturing B’s dark nipple between my lips when I bent down while fucking her.)

The net equation was to last a little longer than I expected, but to become a little softer than I hoped. I shifted position once — backing up to sit on my heels — then decided to go for it and fell forward again, pumping rapidly. I could feel B contracting her Kegels to bring me off and leaned in to growl in her ear, “You are so good, you are so good, you are so — aaahh!”

Afterplay: I dipped my fingers into B’s honeypot, but she wanted to sleep. Even the two-drink max may be too much for her to concentrate on receiving pleasure.

Afterglow: A much more restful sleep that the past nights. Even when there is no sex, we seem to sleep better on nights where we at least make an attempt.

Rating: ★★★