If we had left as originally planned, the past week would have been very different. My husband would still be in one piece and his ankle wouldn't be swollen up like a mango and blue all over like a newborn baby before she takes her first breath and turns pink from the infusion of oxygen. No! I just had to climb back into bed and slide over next to his naked body, all warm from being under the covers. What the heck! It was vacation, and we were driving. We could leave anytime we wanted so why not get in some nice hot sex before our daughters woke up :-)
So we played some and hugged some and kissed long and passionately before I spread my legs and he climbed on top of me: It feels good to know that after almost 11 years of being together he finds me sexually stimulating enough to make his beautiful cock hard on demand! I know it makes
him happy to have his cock respond so well after all this time--no Viagra needed here :-)
I love feeling his weight press down on me and I love having him on me, and inside me as our hips move together in the focused, rhythmic motion that makes having sex so good. Sometimes I enjoy the sensations of having sex so much that I don't think about cumming. I love the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings, and the tastes of sex. Today I
had to cum so he told me to make sure I did. He wanted me to play with myself so he climbed off of me--I hate when he takes his cock out of my pussy! But I needed unfettered access to my clit so I didn't complain. I guided his cock into my mouth with one hand and put the other hand on my clit. I moved closer to him to get a better angle to suck his cock and as I did, I could see he was watching my mouth and tongue. I moved my head so he could get a better look and tried to keep it out of the way as long as possible but it started to get too good for me to worry about whether he could see or not. He could always use his tactile sense and
feel what was happening--he needn't limit himself to only one of his senses!
I was enjoying the sensations of his cock in my mouth and my hand on my clit so much I
had to take him in deeper until his hot cock was at the back of my throat. I was up close to his body and I could feel his skin against my face so I knew I had him down as deep as I could get him, as deep down the back of my throat as I had ever taken him before. There I stayed, perfectly still, listening to the sound of my breathing as I nestled his bulging cock deep down the back of my throat, his swollen penis pressed against the soft lining of my mouth. He was so far down the back of my throat, I couldn't breath through my nose and had to take breaths by allowing the air to pass between his cock and my mouth.
I had found a comfortable place with his cock in my mouth and settled in on making myself cum. I pressed my clit between my fingers. I moved it faster and faster until I could feel the flush from my swollen pussy move up my body to my face and neck and chest. When the warmth spread to my breasts, my nipples tightened and became erect. I fumbled for Keith's hand and guided it to my left breast where his fingers automatically seek out my nipple and squeeze it tight between them, intensifying the pleasure even more ...
brb--going snowboarding with my younger daughter! :-)
The very best part of the whole early morning session that day was cumming! My cumming and his cumming. As I got closer to my orgasm, I moved closer to him, taking him in just that little bit deeper each time, sliding his bulging cock further against the back of my throat. I was barely moving my head, almost imperceptibly, but
he felt it because he moaned, "I didn't ... expect to ... come again ... so soon." That made me even hotter and I got really close to cumming. His shaft and head were swollen and he thrust a few times, just enough to add a bit of friction to the mix and as the wave came over me, I could feel his cock start to pulsate. That did it for me! I came and as I swallowed his cum and sucked up what juices were left on his cock, I made myself cum again. And again. My cum was making me wet all over again so I had to cum one last time.
After my husband got up to take a shower, I lounged in bed and gave my body a good stretch, basking in the afterglow ... I was flushed all over. I rolled over and greedily hung onto my thoughts and sensations of the early morning interlude, trying to stay connected to them as long as I could.
When I rolled out of bed, again, I went to Lowe's to pick up some parts for a home improvement project I'm working on. It was there I got the call from our seven-year-old that Daddy had tripped on the stairs and may have broken his ankle. It turned out there were no broken bones but a very severely sprained ankle that made his foot swell and turn blue all over. I guess I'll be on top for awhile :-)
