2005-03-30
Got me some!
Life gets busy. We all know that. In my last post, I was not saying that I am going away forever, I was just saying that I needed a little more of break. Writing in this diary is supposed to be fun, not a chore and it just seemed like a chore yesterday. I did get a chance to catch-up on the diaries of some old friends and today I feel much better. Special thanks go out to La Sweet for her kind note this morning.
I really do have a very funny story to tell, but first…I have signed up for a half marathon in June and have restarted my running schedule in earnest. I ran eight miles in eighty-five minutes the Sunday before last. This is a nearly blistering pace for me. I feel good and look good. The South Beach diet has been great for me, running with fifteen pounds less makes quite a bit of difference, hence my increased speed.
So my wife and I had not seen each other for a couple of weeks due to vacations and work schedules. So the first night we get back together, the magic started to flow. We were kissing, I mean we were really kissing. None of this little peck good-bye or anything, this was like dating kissing. Kissing with passion, kissing with tongues, kissing with exploring hands. It was wonderful! The kids were sound asleep in another room and we started getting busy.
Off came her top and I started licking, pinching and sucking her breasts. I love her breasts! They have shrunk a little bit with each of our children, so my formerly D-cup wife is today on the smaller side of a C. It is like I am with a different woman! She did not like being that big-chested and she loves her “little” self now. I was really enjoying playing with her and she was really responding to my touches.
I started to sneak my hand lower into her shorts. Instead of diverting my hand, much to my surprise, she shifted her weight to give me better access. I started to touch her and soon had worked her shorts and panties down to her ankles and was gently probing her with two fingers buried deep inside her. I tried to inch my way down her belly and taste her wonderful sex, but she put her foot down. She just will not let me perform oral on her. I don’t understand, I love giving and receiving oral, but she just will not be receptive to it.
We continued kissing and I kept exploring. Suddenly she sat up and started ripping my clothes off. Damn it was fun. She had not been so aggressive in a long, long time. I love it when she wants me so much she has to try to take what she wants. By this time, I am naked and standing fully erect. My wife has not gone back on the pill since our last baby so she asked me if I had brought any condoms. I am glad I still had one packed away, I had not thought to bring any since I had not considered there was a snowballs chance of my getting any sex. Boy was I glad I was wrong! She helped me roll on the condom and lay back to accept me.
It is hard to describe how wonderful it felt to slip inside her wet pussy. She was obviously excited and I was able to slip right in and slide myself home on the first thrust. We went at it like Tigers. I thought there was no way that I would have any staying power, yet I was able to keep up the vigorous action for about twenty minutes. We hit all of my favorite positions, but I wound up cuming with her on her back, her knees near my ears and her legs thrown over my back.
After I came, we both relaxed for a few minutes and kissed deeply. When we eventually began to talk, I said something that made her laugh. Her laugh basically pushed me out of her. I did not think anything about it, but just rolled over to the side of the bed to relax for another moment or two. When I finally reached down to take off my condom, I discovered that my condom was no longer on me. I could not believe it! It could not have just disappeared, but where did it go. I figured it had to be in the bed somewhere, so we tore the bed apart, but could not find it. We checked on the floor, but we had no luck. There was no tell tale wet spot on the bed, so I had to have been wearing one, but I could not figure out what was going on.
Finally I told my wife that it had to be inside of her. She said it did not feel like there was anything inside of her, but agreed to check. Now remember, my wife claims to have never masterbated, and despite the fact we have been married for seven years and have three kids together, she still could not “check” her insides for the lost condom in front of me. So she goes to into the bathroom and “checks” herself for the lost condom. She proclaims that it is not in there and emerges from the bathroom clothed in her pajamas.
At this point I am at a complete loss. The condom is no where to be found; not on me, not in the bed, not on the floor, and apparently not inside my wife. Still there was no wet spot and my wife was not leaking so there had to have been a condom. Finally I asked my wife if she was sure that it was not inside her. After much negotiation, she agreed to let me check. I really did not have to put my fingers that far inside to finally find the “missing” condom. I pulled it out and we had a good laugh.
The mood of the evening was only slightly tempered by the thought of this funny little error bringing us baby number 4. But, my wife did get her period a week later, so thankfully no baby number 4 this time.
Once again, ever the optimist, I hope that this is a sign of good things to come sexually!
-- rockabillie at 3:26 p.m.