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: ★★★

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: ★★★

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: ★★★

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: ★★★

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: ★★★

Morning Dew

[With all of the Grateful Dead references, what else could I call this entry?]

Buildup: I was sleepy in bed with my arms over my head on the pillows, when B came into the room on her way to get her morning coffee. “Mmmm — I like that,” she said, and climbed onto the bed to straddle me over the covers. “Will you still be here when I get back, or can’t you rise to the occasion?”

Foreplay: I was still in the same position when B came back. She asked, “Were you trying to tie yourself up? Do you remember the last time I tied your hands to the headboard?” (I did — another night from just before I started the diary that deserves a flashback entry.) She mounted me again over the covers and felt the beginning of an erection. She put her hand over it and felt it swell, saying “Interesting.” Under her touch, I was soon fully hard and she said, “Very interesting!”

Main Event: “I should be under there,” B announced, and she started to peel her clothes off. We started with her on top and me lifting my hips off the bed. “I want you on top,” B said, “It feels more like capital letters.” Nothing too fancy — just straight missionary pumping, with extra purpose from the good lays we had been having this week. “God, that feels so good,” groaned B, and the sexy sound of her voice was enough to put me over the top.

Afterplay & Afterglow: None.

Rating: ★★★

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)

Spooky

Buildup: None, really — just biding time waiting for the little kids in the neighborhood to stop ringing the doorbell for candy, and keeping an eye out for teenagers looking more mischief. B was already asleep in bed, and as is my routine, I passed my hand along her thigh to see what she was wearing and found what seemed to be her naked ass. My hands were too cold to caress her, so I warmed them by sliding her shirt up and down the side of her torso.

Foreplay: I continued to slide B’s shirt up and down until I had moved enough material to touch the side of her breast. My hands were warm enough now, and I cupped her ass with both of them only to discover she was wearing panties after all — they rode loosely up the crack of her ass, and I pulled the fabric taut to fit like a thong. I touched her pussy through the stretched fabric, tracing a line along her lips and back to her perineum. I wanted to know if B was awake enough and interested enough to play, so I came back up to her chest and grabbed her breasts roughly through her T-shirt. She backed into me, and I followed that cue to return my fingers to her panties. I pulled them to the side and stroked two fingers between her outer labia. As I parted her inner lips, I could feel she was already very wet — her clit was a hard little marble. B let out a cross between a sigh and a whimper. I used my usual fingering techniques, and every time I hit a spot B let out a little, sleepy, whining moan. My cock was hard and eager, and I poked it onto her back and ass and I rubbbed her. I moved another hand down the back of her panties to see if I could make her come first, but she used her legs and ankles (like the other night) to encourage me to be inside her instead.

Main Event: I pulled B’s panties off and brought my face down with them to attempt a quick lick. She crossed her legs — she wanted to be filled. I rolled to the side and B mounted me, moving directly to the X position with her right leg crossing my left. I spread her ass cheeks and tugged at the corner of her asshole with my index finger and she grinded her pubic bone against mine. I had to move my leg to avoid a cramp and B took the opportunity to roll to her back, flipping so that I was on top. She brought her hands and arms over her shoulders on the pillows, still letting out little sighs and moans. I bent down to lick her exposed nipples — turned on even more by the sight and sounds. Inspired, I reached below her to grab her ass and pull her up against me, and gave her a quick fast fuck until I finished.

Afterplay: I quickly slid my fingers inside to fill the void — three fingers across — and plunged them deep inside her. That didn’t trigger any of the moans from the foreplay and the fucking, so I tried a hook between my thumb and finger against her pussy and clit. This time she brushed my hand away to sleep, but minutes later started stroking my ankle with her toes. At that point, I was the one who was too sleepy to continue.

Afterglow: After that long ride, she never came. Spooky.

Rating: ★★★

Let Me Count The Ways

Buildup: B was feeling favorable toward me. The day before, I wore a white oxford shirt and blue jeans reminiscent of that Levi’s 501 poster back in the 80’s — B liked the look (a lot!) I helped organize and manage a social event on Friday as well, for which she was appreciative — she told me that all of the sex she gives me is payment for all the help I give her.

I’ll be helping her more.

Saturday morning, we woke early to a steady rain on our rooftop. B was still in a romantic mood, and whispered, “I never knew how many ways I could love you.” In the diffuse light, we started to innocently cuddle — then I began to mentally categorize them:

• Me on top
• B on top
• Rear entry
• Standing in the shower
• 69
• Bent over the bathroom counter
• and on and on (and in and out)

Foreplay: I stopped stroking the skin of her shoulders and reached for the soft skin under her breasts. B reached to touch my softest skin — the underside of the head of my cock — and reminded me how she described that skin in a phone sex call (that deserves a flashback entry if I ever get caught up!) Could we do it quickly and quietly? B got up to apply some body oil between her legs, and I was instantly hard.

Main Event: “Get on,” I commanded. We fumbled to remove our pajama bottoms, then I lay perfectly still on my back and B settled on top of me. We were perfectly aligned for me to place my hands on her ass and I held her against me. B started quietly lifting and lowering her hips, applying just enough friction and penetration to stimulate each of us. She never altered her stroke, and within probably 20 seconds, made me come — she was flushed and close herself! This was a record of sorts — usually morning attempts fall short because I have to pee, or fear being too noisy, or are indifferent to foreplay.

Afterplay & Afterglow: None. B got ready to face the day; I went back to sleep for a little while longer.

Rating: ★★★

P.W.

Buildup: Fatigue continued to trump lust for two nights after our last lovemaking session and now I was playing cards with the boys. I was surprised when my mobile phone buzzed in my pocket –the text message read:

“R u lucky in cards or do u want to get lucky?”

I surreptitiously typed back: “(B)”

“Then cash out”

“15 min?” I typed.

“Tick tock”

What B didn’t realize was that the game was already winding down, and I was up a couple bucks. She thought (hoped) that I was leaving early to howls of being pussy-whipped by my friends.

Of course, the positive side of being pussy-whipped is getting pussy. I walked in the bedroom to find B reclining in a white silk pajama shirt with a glass of wine. Her hair was blown out from a salon appointment that day. She looked amazing.

Foreplay: I jumped into bed and immediately grabbed her breast, moving my palm in a circular pattern against her hard nipple through the silk. B reached for my cock through my fly, and I let out a low utterance. B asked, “Did I hurt you?” “No, that was a growl,” I replied.

“A guy must have invented the fly,” she said as she took advantage of its access to squeeze my balls.

“I think a girl invented it,” I parried. I continued palming her breasts as she stroked my rod.

Main Event: B pulled me urgently on top and I eagerly sank balls deep. I fumbled to unbutton her pajama top and leaned down to lick the nipple that was exposed. B brought her legs up in the air and pulled her knees up to take me in deeper. I was pumping hard. I was staying hard. B started to tickle the fronts of my thighs with feathery touches of her fingertips and I knew I would come hard. I sank to the hilt and held, as I came in buckets.

Afterplay: This was a night for my benefit — she rebuffed my attempts to reciprocate. I tried once more as we drift off to sleep, but my probing fingers couldn’t penetrate the matted nest of her pubic hair.

Afterglow: We fell asleep with our legs crossed together.

Rating: ★★★