Open Me First

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

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

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

Afterplay: None. We were late for breakfast.

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

Rating: ★★★

Radio Silence

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

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

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

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

‘Tis the Season

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

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

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

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

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

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep.

Rating: ★★

The Memory of Persistence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rating: ★★★★

Rain (Snow, Fog) Check

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

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

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

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

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

Rating: ★★

Old School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rating: ★★★

Opportunity Knocks

Buildup: As I feared the previous night, we didn’t make love, so the diary was current for one whole day! The only concern was B’s oncoming period and our incoming house guests, but before either arrived there was just enough time to ask B for a shared shower on our way to a holiday brunch — an invitation that she accepted.

Foreplay: I got clean and washed my hair first — by the time I washed my face I was not sure if B was still going to join me. I was about to call out, “Can you wash my back?” which is code in our house for, “Do you want to give me a handjob/blowjob/hot animal sex with steam rising around our slippery bodies and the sounds of our passion echoing against the tile walls?” but at that moment B stepped into the shower. She grabbed a bar of oatmeal soap and cleaned my shoulders, lower back and legs — and I wondered if she remembered the translation. When I turned around, however, she reached behind her back and squirted a handful of bath gel into her palm — when she brought her hands in front, they immediately went to sudsing up my cock and balls. She said that she could tell by the intensity of her cramps that her period would come today, so now was the opportunity for me to come. I thanked her and kissed her deeply, running my hands around her breasts and pinching her nipples while she massaged my dick against her belly. I pulled her closer — grabbing her ass — and decided I wanted to be in her.

Main Event: I sat back on the shower bench with my dick proudly pointing up and B straddled the bench and lowered herself onto it. Because of the angles involved, it’s hard to go deep — but when B leaned forward to hold on to the bench, too, and put her weight against it, we had a good ride. The other problem with the angles is that it’s a strenuous thigh workout for B, and finally she got too sore to continue. I asked her to try standing, and we worked our way through three permutations of a standing position with B’s legs on different supports. None worked and I got a little soft. B turned away from me and I stuffed myself back in from behind — not bent all the way over against the bench (which would have done the trick, I think) but leaning against the wall (hot in its own way.) It was good enough to get me hard again, but B complained she couldn’t feel the muscles to squeeze on me inside her, and we stopped again.

Here I was — all pumped up and no place to go — but probably 7/8ths of the way to an orgasm. I was debating where to finish (whether was not an option — even if by my own hand!) when we decided on the bathroom floor. We arranged the bath mats, B spread her legs high in the air, and I slid back in — fully aroused again. So much so, that I came probably 10 strokes later, yelling “Oh shit!” B thought I was complaining about finishing too soon — which she thought was the point — but I was really amazed that such a haphazard, opportunistic quickie could feel so intense.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B knows her body well — her period started as she took a post-coital pee.

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!)

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: ★★★★

Brilliant Disguise

Buildup: B had gotten her hair styled (she called afterward, telling me she looked like a completely different person) and she had plans to go out for a drink with her friends after a meeting — she pointed out early in the day that those were usually good signs for me getting laid. Later in the day, she called again to remove all doubt by confirming our date. I played on her “different person” comment from before and asked, “How will I recognize you?”

“I’ll be the one who’s wet for you.”

Oh. Hard to argue with that.

Foreplay: The meeting ran late and I was already in bed with the mood light on when B came home — tipsy, sexy, and silly. She really did look different. She kept grabbing at my crotch through the covers of the bed but wouldn’t let me touch her back, so I put my hands over my head on the pillow in a submissive pose. B came to bed naked (her hair looked different but I recognized that body!) She started with her hands on my chest, followed by her lips. As she licked my sensitive nipples, her hands roamed along my chest, belly and legs, but she carefully avoided touching my raging hard-on. She spread my legs wide apart by pushing on my thighs, then ran her hand over my pajama bottoms along my inner thighs, under my thighs, and up my ass crack. She still hadn’t touched my dick.

When she finally did, it was to fish my shaft through my fly so she could suck it. She gave me a deep, strong blowjob, pulling me into her mouth with her hand under my ass. Through the flannel, her fingers were tickling my asshole, making my dick throb and jerk in her mouth — she knew what she was doing! I wondered if she was going to finish me off there, when she broke contact for the classic sloppy post-BJ kiss as I kicked my pants off.

Main Event: B mounted me from on top — I slid in immediately and raised my hips high off the bed. B rode me so forcefully that I slipped out once — I brought my hands down from over my head and ran them along B’s side, using my thumbs to brush against her stiff nipples. Surprisingly, she asked me to stop, and she placed her hands on my chest while grinding hard against my shaft with her full weight. “You’re gonna make me come,” I warned, but that just encouraged her to grind harder and longer — I exploded inside her.

Afterplay: B was too tipsy to continue — before I could begin to touch her, she was already saying “Shhh” and “Go to sleep.”

Afterglow: Tried to sleep through sounds of moving air: B snoring next to me, gusts of wind blowing against the house, heat rushing through the registers from the furnace, and an airplane flying overhead.

Rating: ★★★★