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: ★★★★★

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: ★★★★

Olive You, Two

[With this post, I am caught up to real time sex -- depending whether or not I score tonight -- for the first time in literally months!]

Buildup: B didn’t have a meeting on the calendar, but her friend invited her to a get-together with martinis afterward. Before I could complain, B pointed out, “You like it when I have olives” — hard to argue with that! Having just written about our last time and realizing B had been on top a lot lately, I made a promise to myself to drive the action. When B got home, she changed into a purple cotton nightie — not explicitly sexy, but there was something very fetching about the way she stood in the doorway and her silhouette with the bathroom light behind her.

Foreplay: We started by kissing, and I tried to set the tone by reaching for B’s tits. She pushed my hand away — it’s getting near her period and her nipples get too sensitive. Instead, B moved to me and pulled up my shirt so she could run her hands over my chest and my own sensitive — but not too sensitive — nipples. (OK, I thought, but I’m still gonna be on top!) As she licked my nipples, B’s hand wandered down to my shorts and she began to squeeze my shaft. I was still a little soft — maybe from having been shut down from feeling her up before? But when B moved her hands around my waist and came up from beneath my legs, cupping my balls along the way, I was as I hard as expected. B pulled my erection through my fly and played with it with her hands, then impatiently pulled my boxers down. As I kicked the shorts off of my ankles and spread my legs, B leaned over and began sucking just the head of my dick. I reached behind her and moved my arm so that I could massage her ass while she blew me — when I slid three fingers along her crack, she bobbed her head up and down my full length. With spit as lube, she took her thumb and forefinger in a tight ring and started stroking in the same rhythm as her lips moved up and down my cock. (I had told her last week during a discussion of how her jaw got tired that it’s not cheating to use your hands — she took the hint!) When she needed a rest or to catch her breath, she kept a steady stroking pattern with her fingers — I was concentrating hard to keep from exploding. I distracted myself by playing more intently with B’s ass cheeks, but that distracted her and she broke off the blowjob with a very wet, very sloppy kiss.

But she didn’t stop stroking me.

Our tongues thrashed, while she continued moving her tight hand up and down my shaft (now a full fist instead of the tight ring.) I began to panic — I was going to come in a matter of seconds if she didn’t stop, but there was a tight, wet, pussy right there still waiting to be ravaged!

Main Event: Fortunately, B stopped her handjob just in time and lay back on her side of the bed. I was still close to the edge, so I wanted to start slowly. I knelt in front of B and spread her legs wide, massaging her vulva with my hand before pointing my prick inside her. I moved in and out slowly, still using the palm of my hand on her inner thighs and over her mound — probing her clit with my thumb as I thrust. B’s boobs were bouncing invitingly each time I pushed into her, so I took both hands and grabbed on to them instead. B fetchingly grabbed the pillow behind her head. I was impressed with how long I was able to last (given how close I was to finishing before I started) but B had the look on her face that told me she wanted to be taken. I stretched my legs out behind me and sank in between B’s legs — which she lifted and wrapped around my waist. After a few strokes there, I leaned forward, putting all of my weight into my thrusts and pressing B against the mattress. She squeezed me delightfully and I came, HARD. I stayed in, grinding against her pubic bone, as my cock twitched with the remainder of my come.

Afterplay: I slipped out, slipping my thumb in, but B grunted and indicated she wasn’t interested (it seems to be true many times after a martini meeting — wonder why.) I was exhausted, too, and didn’t mind falling asleep.

Encore: I woke less than half an hour later and rolled from my side (facing away from B) to my back — so that we lay thigh-to-thigh. Although she pushed my hand away earlier, this time B rested her hand on my thigh — sproing! — and didn’t complain when I put my hand on her thigh. I quickly started smearing her juices around her pussy, across her clit hood and her very swollen outer labia, bringing sighs. I penetrated her with two fingers and she spread her legs wantonly. As I shifted to my side to get a better angle to finger her, she was shifting her hips to get closer to mine — I was fully hard again. Finally we aligned ourselves so that I entered her from the side, underneath her, as her leg crossed over my waist. She let out a sexy “Ohhhh” as I filled her from this new angle. As I fucked her from under her legs, I reached over her thigh and rubbed her clit with my right hand. Her soft moans let me know she was enjoying it, but I could sense she wasn’t “climbing on the board” to ride the wave.

B moved to her side away from me and I followed, taking her by the waist and continuing to turn her until she was on her knees. I took her doggy-style in a half-straddle, then spread my legs to straddle her hips. Like the last time in this position, I bottomed out a couple times before finding the right angle and depth. I shifted hands, trying to find the best angle to reach beneath B and fondle her clit while I filled her from behind. I thought I had found it — I held my dick still inside her walls, and bounced my fingertip in a steady beat against her swollen clit. B clenched tightly in a matching rhythm, trying to get off, but her angle and the effects of my second effort meant that I was softening, and the tighter she clamped down, the closer I came to slipping out. I had to get hard for her again even if it meant losing the rhythm, and I banged into her ass quickly. Her climax was fading from view after multiple attempts to find it, so I pulled up, pulled my legs between hers, grabbed her ass in two fists, and pounded into her, my thighs slapping against hers and my balls swinging into her. For an encore, my orgasm was awfully powerful.

After-Afterplay: I still wan’t ready to give up, trying various hook permutations — but although B’s sighs indicated pleasure, she wasn’t able to finish and finally told me it was OK to give up.

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep yet again.

Rating: ★★★★ (would have been an easy ★★★★★ if I could’ve made B come!)

Daydream Believer

Buildup: I had a late game — I came home and went straight into the shower, where I shaved my shaft and scrotum smooth. B was watching TV in bed wearing a fleece sweatshirt and no panties, drinking from a bottle of her favorite dark beer. I settled in beside her in my lucky PJ bottoms — she teased my shaft through the pants and played with my chest while she finished her show.

“I was daydreaming about you all day,” she hinted.

Foreplay: With the TV off, B’s fingers worked their way into my fly to tease the head of my dick. I touched her erect nipple through the fleece sweatshirt, and watched her fingers lightly stroking my cock in the glow of the outside lights through the window over our bed. I tried to pull up B’s shirt to touch her soft flesh, but she was ticklish and pulled the sweatshirt back down. No time for extended foreplay — “I need you to be inside me,” she announced. I tried to reach between B’s legs to get her wet, but was denied again with crossed thighs.

Main Event: B lay on her back and pulled her knees up as I positioned myself above her. I started to work my head in and was surprised to sink to the hilt immediately — she was very wet and slick already! (“I told you I was thinking of you,” B reminded. “I could tell because I was wet all day.”) I fucked her with steady, long strokes — hoping to hold out longer after the weekends’s encore performance. B brought her legs even higher and wrapped them around my waist, with her heels against my back. I actually started to soften — she was so wet that I wasn’t getting enough friction — so B lowered her right leg and planted her foot against the mattress, still wrapping her left leg around my ass. From that off-balance position I was able to feel her squeeze my dick back to hardness, and I ejaculated just a few strokes later.

Afterplay: B acknowledged that she needed to put her foot down in order to feel where to squeeze her Kegel muscles. We started to sleep without touching, but I was feeling bad for leaving B hanging. I shifted on my pillow and B brought her leg over to rest on mine — was she still awake?

I brought my index finger between her legs and slowly parted her pussy lips with it — the finger slid in, but B didn’t tighten on it. I withdrew the lubricated digit and drew small circles on B’s taint with our juices — she shifted under my touch. Encouraged, I brought my thumb to her clit hood — but again, no reaction. My thumb on her clit combined with a finger along her perineum brought another shift. She clenched down on two fingers penetrating her with one still riding her taint, but when I returned to stroke her clit with my thumb — no reaction.

She was ready to sleep. She literally said, “Shhhhh….”

I still felt bad not letting her come, so I made one last attempt — a Hail Mary. I slid my thumb between her labia to make it slick, then just barely grazed her clit itself — not touching her anywhere else. B started to sigh passionately, exactly the way I sounded under the covers this summer when she gave me an amazing morning blowjob. Every light touch hit her with a jolt and drew a new gasp. I let one more finger touch her — just grazing her taint — and B spread her legs a little bit wider. I let that finger slide down to the edge of her asshole while I pressed a little more firmly on her hard nub — B was sighing almost constantly now. My ring finger slid just inside her pussy lips to join the fun, and I let my left hand pull and spread her labia so that my thumb had easier access to her swollen clit. B spread her legs even more wantonly, and by now my fingertip was in her ass. I was no longer teasing and grazing — my left hand spread her lips, my right thumb strummed and pressed on her clit, my ring finger poked in and out like a tiny penis and my middle finger pressed more deeply into her rosebud, all while B spread her legs wide to allow my attack. She squirmed and jumped at the combined assault, but was still at the edge of the wave.

Encore: B reached hungrily for my hard cock, and rolled over to mount me on top. She moved instantly to the X position — I ran my hand over her ass cheeks and stuck the tip of my ring finger into her asshole. B was grinding hard against my pubic bone and squirming as I probed her — I could feel the long pulsations of her orgasm against my cock and finger. As she finished, she brushed my hand away from her behind and half-heartedly pumped on my erection still inside her.

Afterglow: I pushed her off, but I was still semi-hard and thinking of finishing on top for my second. B was already trying to sleep. I accused her again of being a guy — rolling over and snoring as soon as she gets what she wants (albeit a guy with curves, which I started to caress again.) To complete the role reversal, I was experiencing another post-coital “hot flash.”

“Go to sleep,” she said.

Rating: ★★★ (average ★★ for mine; ★★★★ for hers)

Capital F, Capital M

Buildup: We were finally home together.

B poured herself a dark beer and got into the shower — she called out for me to check the headboard of our bed and make sure that it would not damage the wall by being banged into it. “That’s the only way it’s going to work for me,” she warned.

Foreplay: I asked if B needed (wanted) any foreplay — “No,” she replied, “Maybe gentle kisses on your smooth spot, but that’s it.” Again, I gave her a footrub, and again she used her thumb to trace circles on that most sensitive spot on my cock. She got up to pee, then came to bed, whipped off my boxers, and went down on me — her fingers played with my taint while mine ran down the crack of her ass. Short but sweet, then she came up for the infamous sloppy kiss — perhaps with even more hunger and urgency than usual.

Main Event: I rolled B onto her back and attacked her breast with my mouth, flicking her rock-hard nipple with my firm tongue. I grabbed her ass firmly with my right hand and thrust into her roughly. She was nearly folded in two, propped against her pillows, and I raised myself up on my forearms and started to pound into her. With every furious thrust, B let out a gasp, calling “Oh my God” again and again. I came quickly and powerfully, and fell to her side panting.

Afterplay: I placed my hand against B’s vulva and moved it up, down, around, in and out of her lips — finally settling down to rub a tight circle between the base of her pussy, her perineum, and the edge of her ass. I let my thumb dip between her lips and felt her squeeze against me — meanwhile, B had reached out with her hand and was tickling and squeezing my shaft. Soon I was hard again.

Encore: I knelt at B’s entry and slipped only the tip of my head in — keeping my thumb on her clit and using my right hand to tickle her taint underneath. She squirmed a little, and I was still hard. I leaned forward with my weight on both arms and started to pound her again. B pulled her legs up high and I held her knees against my chest under my arms as I plunged into her deeply. She straightened one leg and I worked my cock from side to side to fill her as much as possible, when all of a sudden she cried out in pain (shit, not again!) This time the forceful banging had given her a cramp in her hip.

After-afterplay: B got up to stretch her legs and hips and pee again, and she came back to bed wrapped around her body pillow, facing away from me. I touched her gently on her ass and thighs until I felt telltale goose bumps, then I used my thumb to spread her pussy lips. I made a noisy show of putting my index finger into my mouth and getting it nice and wet with my saliva, then took that lubricated finger and ran it along B’s taint, moving to a hook between my right thumb inside her and the long fingers reaching up to play with her clit. I rubbed her hard, bringing my left hand into play for added stimulation and working my left thumb into her ass. B clenched hard on my invading hands — three times — then settled into long throbbing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her body.

Afterglow: Well-earned sleep in the warmth of our own bed.

Rating: ★★★★

A More Leisurely Welcome Home

Buildup: B sent me an email that knowing I was close by had made her horny all day. She offered to give me a massage to release the tension of too many coach-class airplane seats. As I got ready, I couldn’t help but notice the look of want in her eyes as she watched me from the bed. She knew it, too, and commented:

“What’s the matter? Do you feel like I’m looking at you like a piece of meat?”

Which she was.

Foreplay: Jet lag set in, and I was almost asleep as B began to give me a naked backrub. She let the first drops of massage oil fall down my ass crack, and I knew I was in for a special night. There was no pretense of getting the kinks out of my muscles — the kink would be between our legs. B rubbed some of the oil on her thighs and stretched herself out so that her slippery thighs slid against my thighs and my ass as she rubbed my arms. As she pulled herself back up, she used one knee to part my thighs, then put one hand to cup my balls as the other stroked my spine. She turned me over and leaned forward, dragging her tits along my cock.

Main Event: I was too tired and blissed to guide the action, so I raised my arms above my head in submission and B mounted me. B reached beneath and grabbed my ass to lift me against her. She didn’t push my hand away as I reached behind her to smear her juices and massage oil from her pussy lips stretched around my cock onto her perineum and ass.

B wanted me on top and rolled over, pullng a pillow under her ass to lift her hips for a deeper angle. Presented like that (and remembering our cam session from the week before) I had to go down on her, so I paused to suck on her clit. She begged for me to be inside her, so I climbed on top and sank my shaft deep into her sopping cunt. I held her legs up with my arms under her knees (not quite over my shoulders, but deep enough!) I held back as long as I could, then asked, “When can I come?” “Anytime,” she gasped, and I plunged into her with long, drawn-out cries, as I spewed jets into her, coaxed by the squeezing of her tight inner muscles.

Afterplay: I fell asleep on my back — B curled against her body pillow facing away from me. I woke and placed her hand on her ass, but was told to go to sleep when I reached between her legs.

Afterglow: Jet lag won out, and I slept next to my sexy wife.

After-afterplay: Thirty minutes later, I woke up and placed my hand on B’s ass again — this time I got goosebumps instead of a complaint. I dipped my fingers into B’s pussy to lubricate them, then began stroking her taint. I rubbed circles on her asshole while penetrating her pussy with two side-by-side fingers. B rolled further onto her stomach to raise her ass to my ministrations. I held my finger against her clit, my thumb against her asshole, and the tip of my ring finger slightly parting her lips. B was close to coming, then closer — she arched her ass into the air, presenting to me.

Encore: I was fully hard and ready to go again. I straddled her legs and entered her from behind, keeping my left hand on her clit. I sank deep, then pulled out so only the tip of my dick was penetrating her — B pushed her hips back against me to take me deeper. I rubbed her clit with my fingers through her pussy lips and B yelled, “Now!” — I rubbed her harder as I plunged deep inside her. From straddling her legs, I moved so that I was between her spread legs and grabbed her ass to pull her against my dick. Inspired by the animal sex, I pulled up into a crouching position, holding B’s ass high into the air as I fucked her. Hot, but hard to hold, and we fell back flat against the bed with me again straddling her legs. B reached underneath her legs and began to finger herself — I came for the second time as her Kegels squeezed powerfully on my cock.

Rating: ★★★★★!

Dangerous Beauty: Part II

Buildup: As I lay in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I wondered: “How did she squeeze me like that after coming so hard?” Just thinking about everything we had just done got me turned on again. When I couldn’t fall asleep after 20 minutes, I let my hands act out the thoughts in my head.

Foreplay: B was sleeping (but thankfully no longer snoring) on her side, hugging a body pillow facing away from me. I very lightly traced designs on her her ass, and whenever I hit a sensitive spot, I could feel B clenching her butt cheeks. I started looking for those spots, and squeezing her ass with my hand as she clenched. She was now alert and paying attention to my hand, so I drew it between her legs and worked three fingers deep inside her slit, slippery from our mixed juices. Her clit stayed well hidden, though, no matter which ways I tried to tease it out of its hood.

With my free hand, I ran my fingers through the back of B’s hair, lightly massaging her scalp while I continued pressing my other hand against her vulva. I grabbed a small fistful of her long hair and pulled gently — lo and behold, I started to feel her clit stiffen. I grabbed more hair and pulled harder, and now her clit was ready for attention. (Hair-pulling is new to us — B seems to enjoy being dominated, but only in moderation.) B contracted against my hand and I timed pulling her hair to her squeezes, but she seemed too tired to let herself come. Unfortunately, I was fully at attention myself, and it seemed a waste not to use a perfectly good hard-on.

Main Event: I slid into B from behind, with my legs straddling her left leg, and her right still straddling the body pillow. Instead of pumping, I took very long, slow (and very deep!) strokes that I held in place. I reached beneath her to touch her clit as I stayed inside, and could feel her back into me and contract her inner muscles. I kept constant pressure on her clit and let her use me as a human dildo. When I started to soften, I pumped into her to get back to hardness, then stopped and kept just the tip in. She squirmed to take more, and I pumped again — this time leaning forward and reaching under her chest to grab her breasts in both hands. As I pinched and squeezed her nipples, B circled her hips and rocked from side to side against my shaft. I started stroking again, then leaned back so that I was on my knees and brought my hand onto her ass. I let my thumb slide down the cleft of her ass and rested it against her asshole, then pressed against it until the tip of my thumb was inside her. B was trying to come, and contracted hard against my dick and thumb — so hard that she almost squeezed me out! We couldn’t find the right combination of timing and touch to get her off, and B bucked me off and out of her.

For a 42-year-old who had already had a great fuck and had been working for another half-hour to get his wife off, I was still amazingly hard and ready to go again! B was willing to help and quickly flipped onto her back. I guided my cock between her swollen lips and started to pound her in a frenzy. I grabbed her hips and lifted her off the bed to fuck her while I was on my knees — she let out a moan, but it was a moan of pain. Oh shit, I had forgotten about her sore back! Fortunately, B wasn’t too hurt, and we kept the position by sliding the body pillow under B’s ass. B kept me hard by grabbing and pinching my nipples, then reached behind me to push me against her with her hands on my ass. When she started to squeeze my ass and dig her fingernails into my cheeks, I lost control and came for the second time.

Afterplay: B had been played with and rode hard, but still hadn’t come a second time. I brought my hand between her legs yet again — her clit was huge and swollen, and there were copious juices to lubricate my touch. B tried and tried to come against my fingers, but despite her contractions could only ride the edge of the wave. She never made it over, and finally pushed my hand away.

Afterglow: We both feel into a deep, sweaty, sleep.

Rating: ★★★★

When the Morning Comes

Buildup: I took the day off work so that B and could spend some time together. Most of the schedule was shopping and going to a concert, but after three nights off I was hoping for sex on the agenda. B decided to get that agenda item out of the way early, but was too agitated by the morning routine to be in the right mood. A mimosa cocktail or two did the trick.

Foreplay: I had thrown a pair of jeans on to go get the paper, and that was all I was wearing as I lay on the bed. B was still in a sports bra and black cotton boyshorts. I told B to remove the bra, and lightly scratched her back. She took a sip of the mimosa and lay back on the pillows. I leaned across and mouthed each of her breasts for the first time in days — her nipples responded nicely.

I leaned back and took a sip of my own cocktail. B took the opportunity to unzip my fly and begin fondling my dick. Next she took a drink and then put her cold, wet mouth on my chest. She licked one nipple while tweaking the other between her finger and thumb as I watched her. Another drink, and she licked cold traces down my stomach. She dipped her fingers in the champagne glass and let the drops fall on the head of my cock — drops that she hungrily devoured with her lips and mouth. She did this two more times, then wriggled out of her panties and pushed my jeans off my legs so that she could take the length of my dick into her mouth. The blowjob was sensational — full of suction, and assisted with her hand in a tight ring. I knew it was only foreplay, though, and sure enough she came up for a wet sloppy kiss.

Main Event: I tried to pull B on top of me, but she was more insistent that I be on top. I put my hand on the small of her back as I rolled onto her, and entered her wet slit easily while holding her against me with my arm. As I slid in and out of her, I aligned my middle finger along the crack of her ass. B wanted more leverage, and reached over to pull a pillow under her ass and lift her pelvis off the bed. The angle worked for both of us (reminded me of an article in Salon I just read) and soon she was moaning and I could feel my orgasm building. There was no way to hold back any longer — I exploded into her and lay across her chest.

Afterplay: Too much come after too long of a wait is a recipe for instant softness — I couldn’t provide enough resistance to finish B off while inside her. Instead, I fell back on my side of the bed and ran my fingers through B’s hair while we listened to an old Hall and Oates CD. Soon, I was running the fingers of my other hand through B’s pubic hair — I traced the edge of her lips and along her inner thighs to tease without penetrating her. When the music stopped, I stepped up the attention. While one hand spread her pussy lips, my other hand dipped inside for lubrication and spread it around B’s clit. Her breath began to quicken, and I added my ring finger against her asshole. I alternated pressing against each hot spot, stopping only to dip both fingers into her slit to re-lube.

Encore: B was close, but couldn’t come — she reached for my rod, which had miraculously hardened again, and squeezed. Still not there — so she rolled over and lowered herself on me. With our legs crossed in the X position, she pressed her clit against the smooth base of my shaft and I pressed my finger against her rosebud until she came.

Afterglow: A little rest, then (separate) showers before our next activities.

Rating: ★★★★

Two-fer Tuesday

Buildup: (Although in honor of the holiday a local radio station was doing “Fourplay” instead!)

After nearly two weeks’ vacation, it was time to go to work in the morning and I was beginning to feel stressed about it. B offered a back massage and a wink suggesting more.

Foreplay: We watched Woody Allen’s Match Point, but weren’t smart enough to stop/pause during any of the implied sex scenes, including Scarlett Johanssen getting the massage I was waiting for. The ending was a little disturbing for what was supposed to be a prelude to a turn-on. B was worth the wait, though — she gave me a very relaxing and thorough backrub. She had come to bed in a white cotton nightie, and she slipped the straps off her shoulders to expose her tits. As she leaned forward to massage my arms and hands she dragged her hard nipples across my back. Pulling up, she brought her hands under my chest and caressed and pinched my nipples until they were stiff. By now I was hard, too, as B crawled to my side and spread the tropical oil along the backs of my legs, taking special care to massage and tease my ass, and running her hands up and down my crack and caressing my balls from behind.

Main Event: B rolled me onto my back and straddled my waist to massage my chest. She was posed so that the entrance to her pussy was just at the edge of the tip of my dick — when she leaned forward to lick my nipples, she backed in to my hard cock and slipped me inside. She continued to massage my arms and hands as she rocked gently on me, then held them over my head as she moved on me with more intent. (This was going to be her technique the night she threw her back out.) As she leaned forward to hold my hands down, I stuck out my tongue to lick the hard nipples dangling in front of my face and thrust my hips into the air to plunge deeper into B’s pussy. She let go of my hands and I grabbed her hips to pound her hard against my rod — sliding her back and forth against the base of my cock when I was fully embedded inside her. I came powerfully with a cry.

Afterplay: After such a strong orgasm, I became soft almost immediately. I was still inside B, and I pressed two fingers inside her slit as I pulled my dick out. She moved into the straddle X position and I stroked her clit and ass — no finger inside her — as she ground against my pubes for her own orgasm.

Middleglow: B flopped back onto her side of the bed and fell asleep — I fell asleep with my leg across hers. About a half-hour later, I woke from a dream and was hard again.

Foreplay, Part Two: I leaned over to mouth B’s right nipple through the thin cotton of her nightie, then got up to lean across the bed and do the same to her left nipple. I pushed the fabric to the side so I could take her nipples into my mouth directly. B continued to sleep. I pulled up the hem of her nightgown and leaned over to make long licks along her stomach and bellybutton. This drew a sigh, but B was still mostly asleep. I kept licking, from her abdomen to her thighs, then I nestled my tongue between her legs.

With one hand, I held apart B’s pussy lips — as my tongue touched her clit, she let out a deep sigh. I licked back and forth and all around, drawing more sighs but little awakening. With my other hand, I reached beneath B’s leg and penetrated her with my thumb while I continued to go down on her.

Encore: B tugged on my shoulder to pull me up — she was still lying back with her eyes closed, but her legs parted for me to slide inside her. I was hard again, but she was very slippery and it seemed that I would not be able to come due to a combination of fatigue and lack of friction. Just then, B lifted her hips to an angle that rejuvenated me, then put both hands on my ass to hold me in. That did the trick and I fired for the second time.

Afterplay, Part Two: I fell back against my pillow and was sure B would do the same, but as we held hands in the second afterglow, she began to stroke my fingers with the fingers of her hand. I took this as a sign, and reached down to probe her pussy again. It took three fingers deep inside to get her to squirm. I used two inside her with my thumb circling her clit until I heard her breath quicken. It understandably took her much longer than usual to come, but when it she did it was quite intense.

Afterglow: “Get away!” as I continued to grope her.

Rating: ★★★★

Delivery Boy

Buildup: I came home just before lunch for some furniture being delivered while B was at a meeting — to my surprise, she was already home herself, so I offered to “christen” the sofa when the delivery guys left. B blew off a friend who had offered to come over for lunch — looks like I was staying.

Foreplay: By the time I came upstairs, B was already naked. Soon I was, too, and joined her under the covers. Side by side, we began slow, soft, deep kisses, and continued to explore each others’ tongues for some time. I took B’s nipple between my fingers and felt it harden and she reached between my legs — still kissing each other. Soon I was flicking both nipples with my thumb and pinky while B teased my shaft and balls.

Abruptly, B broke off our kisses and dove beneath the blankets. Often, she teases and licks before taking me in her mouth, but this time she went down immediately and with gusto. Changing the pressure of her lips and tongue, she had me harder than ever — then she brought her hands into play. First, using her fingers to tickle my taint, then bringing her hand up into a ring that she pumped up and down my dick while circling my head with her lips and tongue.

I was about to explode, when B just as abruptly pulled off and climbed up my chest to kiss me again. I love the post-head kiss — the heavy-lidded, open-mouthed look on her face, and the combination of soft lips and hard tongue that comes from working her oral magic on me.

Main Event: After she broke this kiss, B rolled onto her back and pulled the covers over our heads. I propped myself above her and began thrusting as hard and fast as I could. When my orgasm is interrupted, the reset lets me stay harder longer as I get used to the new position. The speed and depth were very stimulating to B and she was very vocal in her appreciation. I felt my orgasm coming long before it hit, and cried out myself as I pounded into B.

Afterplay: An orgasm that strong is not one that keeps me hard, but I stayed in B’s hot pussy as we started to kiss again. Yes, I was due back at work, but I was in no hurry to leave those lips (or those…) We lay side by side listening to the mix CD that B had put in before she came to bed, and B continued teasing my stomach and thigh while I regained my breath and composure. I wished to myself that I had never heard the term “refractory period” — never mind had one.

Encore: B stopped teasing and began earnestly stroking my still somewhat limp cock. The CD switched to “Miracles” by Jefferson Starship, and I decided to take matters into my own hand — I went under the covers and straight to B’s slippery slit. The more and better I rubbed her clit, the harder she squeezed me. I brought my fingers, slick with B’s juices, up to her breasts and squeezed them roughly. As B’s buds stiffened, so did I, so I pulled her on top.

She mounted me easily and again we kissed hungrily. We moved into the “X position”, where I pull my left leg up and she straddles my right — in this position, she almost always comes. I brought my right hand behind her and began stroking her lips and perineum with two fingers while tracing her asshole with one. As she thrust harder against me, gasping against the pillow, I put pressure on her rosebud and felt the familiar clenching on my fingers and cock. I didn’t let up, and her orgasm extended beyond the first spasm.

I was still hard, so I rolled her over again for my second. Unfortunately, B was too ticklish and slippery (as is often the case post-orgasm) to provide enough resistance to finish me off. I left her with a rain check for tonight.

Afterglow: I slipped out of bed, quietly put my clothes on, and crept out the front door like the whore I am. B slept a little longer…

Rating: ★★★★★!