Medicine Man

[I posted this back when it happened before I started to catch up on older sessions -- The Author]

Buildup: The first week of the year (and especially the first week after vacation) is busy for everbody, and we were no exceptions. I had a couple late games this week and B was totally exhausted — the result was three nights off. On Saturday, however, not only were we due, but B wore one of my favorite tops all day — a cotton tie-dye thing that somehow clings to her breasts to make them look even sexier than if they were fully exposed.

We went to bed very early to try to catch up on our sleep (and more?) when B told me she felt a cold/flu coming on. I thought nothing of it until she asked for a backrub with the menthol massage bar because “we won’t be having sex later”.

We won’t?

Compassion won out over arousal — I knew that she was that tired. But damn, she looked good — still wearing the tie-dye and sorta matching striped boyshorts. I ran the bar slowly along B’s spine, waiting for the massage lotion to melt, then ran it over her back. Unlike my usual massage techniques, I was extremely careful to use only one hand (hope against hope — in case I needed the other later) and I also kept anything icy-hot safely to the outside of her panties. B was relaxed and I was turned on — I commented that she was a better person than I was to receive a backrub and not act aroused at all. B told me that she really didn’t feel well, and it was time to go to sleep.

I tried, and only occasionally laid my “good” hand on B’s thigh or the back of her panties. But if she could do it — so could I, and I drifted off to sleep. One time when I touched her, she moved her ankle to cross mine and I thought it was a hint — I had started to rub her ass when she woke and brushed my hand away.

Foreplay: I feel briefly asleep and woke — once more touching B’s thigh. She moved her ankle to cross mine again, only this time it was my ankle opposite hers, and she brought her leg all the way across me to reach it! She followed with her hips until she was laying on me at a slight diagonal — her head on her pillow but the rest of her in striking distance. I don’t know what she was dreaming or what had changed to make her feel better, but I was quick to take advantage. I pressed my “dry” hand on the front of her panties from beneath, and massaged her legs and ass with the hand from the massage bar. A quick probe found that she was wet — very wet.

Main Event: I pulled her panties to the side and eased my shaft out of the leg of my boxer shorts, rubbing my head against her lips to part them and lubricate me. B moved slightly to take me in — when we found the alignment, I pushed her hips down until I sank completely inside her. B’s head was still on her pillow next to mine, and we moved slowly at this new angle. Soon B switched to a fast pace and rocked quickly back and forth on my shaft. I grabbed the fabric of B’s panties in my hand and pulled it taut against her mound. I was a little softer than I wished (some combination of the massage bar and fear to touch her in the wrong place with the wrong hand, minimal foreplay, and the distraction of thrusting through two sets of underwear) but it didn’t stop me from coming hard as B rode me quickly and steadily.

Afterplay: B rose up off of me and lay to my side slightly — her right leg across the body pillow giving me some access beneath her. With my good hand, I went straight to her clit, using my other hand to pull on the fabric of her panties to add pressure on her hood. I risked the tip of my other pinkie to touch her lips and taint — occasionally plunging it in. Interestingly, the less I filled her (fortunately my pinky is quite a bit narrower than my dick) the more she had to squeeze to feel it, which moved her along quickly. She scooted further up the bed and I repositioned my finger on her clit while retreating the pinky to the edge of her lips. One more scoot and I pressed two fingers hard on her clit and sank my pinky inside to feel the contractions of her orgasm — she could not have slapped my hands away any faster when she was finished!

Afterglow: This time we both went to sleep and meant it.

Rating: ★★★

‘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: ★★

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: ★★★

Long Time Comin’

Buildup: A very long intersex gap — among the longest (when we were in the same place) since I started the diary. Sometimes too tired, sometimes fighting, sometimes both. In the meantime I had been posting entries from a couple weeks back, all of which had me on top, so I was thinking about being topped — not remembering that’s exactly how the last time went! We thought that Sunday night would break our drought with B’s offer of a massage after my game, but she was asleep when I came home. Today we fought again, but after my second game in as many nights B offered a backrub again. She came to bed with her favorite dark beer and signs looked good — I put on my lucky PJ bottoms. B lightly scratched my back while watching the end of a stupid TV show, then had me lying face-first on top of the comforter, pointing towards the foot of the bed. She finished the show with a rather vigorous massage of my ass through my pajamas — arousing more than my hopes — but she came to bed in a virginal ankle-length cotton sleepshirt. She may have felt the part, but she didn’t look it.

Foreplay: In spite of the lack of erotic lingerie, B still showed signs of lust. She went from scratching my back to a deeper massage, using our favorite lavender massage oil. I had switched channels to the football game while she was in the bathroom, and I made a point of watching Chicago drive down the field, even as B was driving my pants down my thighs. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my lower back to my ass — rubbing just as vigorously as she had before. When she moved to my ankles to pull my pants off completely, it was time to turn Monday Night Football off.

I stayed on top of the covers and B rubbed her way back up my legs, between my thighs, then directly to my taint. I pressed myself against the bed to see where she’d go next — she kept her finger right next to, but not quite on, my ass, and rubbed steadily. I heard her pour more massage oil onto her other hand, which she briefly ran over my ass cheeks before wedging it under my hip to stroke my cock from the front. I made no attempt to resist and raised my hips off of the bed — B ever-so-slowly ran her firm grip along my shaft like the night of her reacharound handjob. She stroked me slowly and steadily (but I didn’t want to come like that!)

Main Event: Just then B turned me over — my head at the foot of bed, still on top of the covers. She hiked her sleepshirt up around her hips and lowered herself onto my straining prick. I pushed my hips up against her as B turned slightly sideways — leaning forward with her right arm over my shoulder, but with her left arm at my side. I held my hands above my head at the edge of the bed and let her have her way with me. When she fell forward, with both arms above my shoulders, I reached to hold her hands in mine. B rode me with a steady, solid rhythm, and I broke the grip on her hands so I could run mine up her side and along the sides of her breasts. I started groaning with impending orgasm — I could feel myself come long before I actually ejaculated. B fell forward and lay on me with her head next to mine on the pillow as I twitched inside her.

Afterplay: We moved to our proper orientation on the bed and got under the covers. B was still in her long shirt, so I pulled the hem up to expose her buns. “What are you doing?” she asked. I let her rest for a moment while I simply lay my hand on her ass, then fell asleep myself. A little voice reminded me she hadn’t come and I woke, remembering to run my hand along her ass cheeks and inner thigh like last week. I moved my right hand under the covers to slide inside B’s wet lips, then went to the hook — thumb in her slit, finger on her clit. Her clit was still hiding, so I added my left hand pulling at her perineum from behind and worked my thumb out until it only teased the entrance to her pussy lips. When I could feel her nub harden, I went to a classic one-handed hook — my thumb flat on her asshole while two fingers toggled her clit. B began to gasp and throbbed on my hand — I gave her clit a quick hard strum and she throbbed twice, I strummed again and she convulsed again. Finally she was too ticklish and squirmed away as I squeezed her thighs.

Afterglow: I had a “hot flash” so I sat up and watched the end of the football game, then rubbed B’s nipple and boob through her sleepshirt (with no reaction) until I was ready to fall asleep.

Rating: ★★★★

Back in Black

Buildup: It’s always a good sign when your wife says: “I’m not happy we haven’t had sex the past two nights” — we had both been busy and tired. B took a relaxing bath (but shooed me away from joining her.) While she soaked, I finished paying some bills and even folded the laundry. When I came up to bed, B was waiting in the black lace nightie with the satin straps up the back (but without the matching thong.) She asked if I would give her a backrub.

Foreplay: B was under the covers — I straddled her back from on top of the comforter, which I pulled down to expose her back. Using lavender massage oil, I started on her neck, then moved to her shoulders. I slipped the shoulder straps of her nightie off and pushed her arms forward, leaning in against her back as I rubbed her arms up to her hands. I bunched the black nighties around B’s waist and started to massage her back from the shoulders down and then from her ass cheeks up — B kicked her legs up under the covers when I squeezed her butt. I pulled the comforter down and got underneath it with B — my shaved hard-on peeking out from the leg of my boxers and resting against B’s thigh as I continued to rub and squeeze B’s ass. I ran my oil-slick hands along her inner thighs and felt her clench as I moved to their apex.

Main Event: I leaned forward again with my hands on B’s hands and pointed my cock between B’s thighs pressed together. Instead of sliding inside her, I positioned my shaft facing downward so that it stroked along her lips and hood. When I couldn’t takke the teasing any longer, I shifted position and plunged deep inside her — where I bottomed out, drawing a cry of pain from B. Instead, I spread B’s legs and got directly behind her with mine — she kept her ass low but got up on her elbows. I slid in and out smoothly and found a rhythm that B seemed to enjoy. Instead of backing into me to take me deeper or presenting her ass up high for me to plow, she slowly wriggled her hips, moving side to side as I moved in and out. I reached forward to cup her breast but it wasn’t the right move for that angle. I stopped to find a rhythm for my climax and rode her with steady, long strokes as she squeezed hard on my cock with her Kegel muscles until I came.

Afterplay: I replaced my cock with my thumb from behind, but B reached back and brushed it away. She lay on her stomach and I rolled to her side, catching my breath. When I lay my hand on her ass, I felt goosebumps. I “hooked” her with my thumb inside and my index finger on her button — as I drew my thumb out slowly I could feel her tighten her muscles. I placed my other hand back on her ass cheeks and got more goosebumps and more tightening. B spread her legs a little wider and I moved my thumb to her taint — she was riding her wave, and I added my ring finger to just barely part her lips as I circled her clit and perineum. I could hear B’s breathing quicken, and feel her muscles clench more frequently, so I pressed my thumb flat against her rosebud — B came hard, her pussy and ass contracting, and released a gush of juices soaking my hand.

Afterglow: B was already snoring as I lay back with my hand resting on her thigh.

Rating: ★★★

Parting Gift

Buildup: I was off for another business trip, which meant the usual. B was awfully tired, but I had an early flight so it couldn’t wait for the morning. I asked for a backrub before B fell asleep. I was naked — B in a sweater and her false Y-front panties. I gave her a short footrub as prepayment — she started to scratch my back but kept drifting off while doing it. Fortunately, she started to play with my ass in between naps.

Foreplay: I invited B under the covers — her massage hands went to apply soft strokes on my shaft, to which she applied lavender oil. I palmed her left breast as she rubbed me. We pulled off her sweater and panties so that we were both entirely naked, and kissed briefly.

Main Event: We started with B on top, moving slowly and sinking deep with the massage oil. She moved her leg forward to the X-position and pressed against me, slowly and sleepily, while I swelled inside her practicing my own Kegel exercises. From that position, she rolled to her side and pulled me on top of her. I plunged deep inside, kneeling between her legs with my thighs parting hers wide. As the pace picked up, I straightened my legs to put more weight into my thrusts. I grabbed her left ass cheek with one hand and started pumping hard and fast, then grabbed her ass in both hands and I pumped my seed into her — her legs still parted.

Afterplay: B was definitely too sleepy for me to play — we held hands against our thighs instead.

Afterglow: B finally drifted off to sleep — I kissed and squeezed her before my taxi came in the morning.

Rating: ★★

Whose Lay Is It Anyway?

Buildup: B looked good this morning.

I watched her as she got dressed, putting on black lace panties and a matching bra under a sexy new sweater than laced up the middle, hugging her curves and revealing more than a hint of cleavage. I thought about the look during the day, and told her, “We should have sex tonight.”

Come bedtime, I found her in a black stretch lace nightie with a glass of red wine. She looked the part, but needed to get into the mood physically and mentally. She had added lunges to her morning workout and said her thighs were screaming in pain. For her mind, we surfed through the channels to find something inspirational like Breathless, but couldn’t find a thing — we turned the TV off after landing on “Whose Line Is It Anyway?”. (I didn’t want to picture Drew Carey in any of Richard Gere’s scenes from the other night.)

Foreplay: I offered an inner thigh rub, in theory to ease any pains she had. With each stroke to the spot where her thighs meet, she gave little sleepy moans. I placed my left hand on her breast and continued my massage, teasing from her thighs to her panties — brushing over the lace, then slipping my fingers under the lace and over her pubic hair, then letting a finger sink between her labia into her wetness. I pulled off her panties — with two fingers, I kept a steady in-and-out rhythm and circled her clit with my thumb as B squeezed her legs together in time. She reached out with her eyes closed to find my cock with one fist as I knelt next to her. I playfully asked, “I couldn’t actually hear your thighs screaming — should I get a little closer to them?” but she pulled me on top before I could put my ears between her legs.

Main Event: I pushed B’s nightie up to her neck so I could get to her boobs with my hands and mouth while I started to pump into her. B’s eyes were closed and she ran her hands all over me again — my chest, my ass, my hips, pulling me into her. She was making those sleepy sighs constantly as we kept making love. I put my right hand under her ass and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her neck with my left — the sleepy sighs turned into a low moan. B’s hips started bucking wildly against me, and I came hard and long, crying out loud as I did.

Afterplay: I kept grinding into B while my dick was still hard, then crossed my leg over hers to keep some side-to-side pressure. As I softened, I pulled out and used my hand to smear her juices between her legs and along her taint while B lay on her back. She turned to her side — away from me — then backed into my thigh. I pressed my pelvis into her ass from behind, then used my right hand in a hook on her pussy. Her clit was a hard marble again, and I realized it had been a long time since I had made her come, and promised myself I wouldn’t fail her this time. I switched between two fingers pressed against her clit with my ring finger inside, to one circling her hood with two fingers between her lips. With my left hand, I teased the skin of her ass and down her crack. B’s breathing quickened, she shifted her hips and legs, then clamped down hard with her inner muscles on the two fingers penetrating her as her orgasm washed over her.

Afterglow: We came back down to earth with our legs touching as I kept stroking and squeezing her ass.

Rating: ★★★★

Breathless

Buildup: The title of this entry was easy: while I was going through bills downstairs, B found the movie “Breathless” on TV while channel surfing. Richard Gere spends most of the movie shirtless (at least), and Valérie Kaprisky the same (at least). B drifted off to sleep in a nightshirt and sweats with the TV on — I was about to do the same when the movie got to (one) of the good parts.

Foreplay: I began fondling B’s breast while mentally comparing to Valerie’s on screen, squeezing harder as the action got steamier — literally, in the shower scene. (B’s are better!) She woke to go to the bathroom, and came back asking for a neck rub. I squeezed her neck roughly to work the knots out of her muscles, then squeezed her breasts in turn. I continued grabbing handfuls of skin and muscle — I could feel B grind against the bed as I started to squeeze her ass. I kept roughly squeezing her, moving my hand to press between her legs through her sweats and panties. As I pawed her, B was trying to wrap her ankles around my legs and bring me into position behind her.

Main Event: I slid B’s sweats off and tried to pull her panties to the side, but they were too tight to give me access. I pulled them off completely and pushed her against the bed, then slipped my dick inside her with both of my legs straddling her left leg. From that position, I spread my legs to straddle hers completely. B’s pussy was very slick, and I slid my dick in and out — spreading her juices. I pulled B to her knees and felt her push her hips back into mine, trying to take more of my cock deeper inside of her. I obliged, grabbing both hips in my hands and slamming her hard against me as my balls slapped against her thighs on each thrust. My aggression was rewarded as I came deep inside of her.

Afterplay: We collapsed back onto the mattress, and I quickly replaced my cock with my hand as I stayed in position behind B. I smeared her juices and my come up and down her lips and around her rosebud, and I pressed my thumb into the edge of her anus as I probed her with my fingers. Her clit was large and hard, and as I rubbed it, B began squirming to the side to avoid being overstimulated. I settled for two long fingers on her clit and her taint, alternating with a third finger slipping between her lips. I felt a hard, hard throbbing in her ass around the pad of my thumb as I held her clit tightly between two fingers.

Afterglow: A deep sleep induced by return to standard time.

Rating: ★★★★

Pain in the Neck

Buildup: B sent me a sexy one-liner IM at work: “Can’t stop thinking about you.” I had been writing up a batch of diary entries from August — including the night she shaved a landing strip — so I had been thinking about her as well.

Foreplay: That night in bed, B watched TV in just a T-shirt and I kept eyeing the edges of her landing strip as I gave her a simple leg and foot massage. Her neck and shoulders were sore from packing up some books to be donated to the library, so I offered to give her a back rub. I used a minimum of oil and kept the rubbing to her sore spots — well, I did let my other hand rest on her ass. B didn’t mind, but as she rolled over to let me massage her chest, she threw her back out! This has happened before, and doesn’t always mean the end of sex if B is still horny. I tried to play with her tits, but now she was “antsy” from pain. She was game and reached for my fly — I was still soft due to her subsiding interest. I tried to touch her one more time but she was too ticklish. Just before giving up, she reached for my cock one more time and this time was able to stroke me until I was hard.

Main Event: We were careful not to try any clever positions and settled for straight missionary — in spite of all of the technical difficulties, she was particularly slippery! That was inspiring, and I grabbed a handful of her left cheek — she liked that and clenched her butt muscles. I liked that in turn, so I grabbed her ass with both hands. We locked our ankles together like the previous night until I came.

Afterplay: B got up to pee, then came to bed turning away. I chose not to try to bring her off for fear that she would hurt her back some more.

Afterglow: Deep, lucid dreams.

Rating: ★★

Acute Angles

Buildup: A couple more busy nights had passed since our last lovemaking, at it seemed a foregone conclusion that we would resume again tonight. B left no doubt when she poured a glass of wine and straddled me in a kitchen chair for an impromptu lap dance — I didn’t complain. Upstairs, she slipped into a pink-and-white striped cotton nightgown and handed me a new bottle of lavender-scented massage cream.

Foreplay: While I prefer massage oil for all of its lubricating qualities, the new cream smelled good and warmed easily. B lay on her front and I kneeled at her side, starting with her shoulders and upper arms, before pulling up her nightgown to expose her back, ass and thighs — all of which were massaged in due time. It was time to turn the massage erotic, so I climbed onto B’s back and straddled her, facing her legs. I spread the cream along her thighs and calves — letting my cock lay along the crack of her ass as I reached to her ankles — then sat back up and roughly squeezed her ass. I turned around facing her upper body and kneeled just above her calves, and continued rubbing and caressing her ass, then spreading her lips with my thumbs along her inner thighs. I stretched out to rub her arms and as I lay on her back, let just the tip of my cock poke inside her.

Main Event: B squirmed to try to take more of me inside her, so I pulled her up on her knees and entered her while I straddled her right leg. I was looking for new angles and positions to see if we could find one to help B come from rear-entry — it always turns her on but rarely finishes her off. We moved from positions where we both lay against the bed, to B on her knees with her head and arms on her pillow, to B on hands and knees with me thrusting from a crouching position and back again — I knew that my muscles would be sore in the morning! Whenever I had access, I reached under B to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples — whenever she had the leverage, B would push back against my thrusts to try to take me deeper. I pushed her back to the bed and lay against her back — not thrusting, but simply clenching my own Kegel muscles to swell inside her. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I got back to my knees and pulled her to hers, and pumped as I straddled her legs — coming with more of a whimper than a bang.

Afterplay: I stayed behind B and replaced my softening dick with my right hand while reaching beneath her with my left. Her pussy was soaked with our combined juices and I tried to tease her by circling her clit without touching it. She groaned and tried to press against my hand with urgency, so I used the fingers of my right hand to spread from her clit to her anus — in seconds, she came powerfully, with strong contractions on my hand.

Afterglow: After B comes hard like that, she physically pushes me away to stop me from teasing her when she is hypersensitive. I kept reaching for her butt and inner thighs, until she finally told me to roll over and go to sleep!

“But I wanna cuddle,” I said, as we both laughed.

Rating: ★★★