2005-05-04
23rd is a Good Day
It has been a while since I updated on our sex life. Things have been going much better. If you will recall, a few months ago, we started setting up a pattern, where we had sex at the point in the month where my wife was at her most fertile. We had sex on the 23rd of December and January and then again on March 23rd with the disappearing condom incident. Well, April 23rd rolled around and again we found ourselves once again tearing one another’s clothes off.
We went to bed, but it was one of those nights where neither of us fell asleep quickly. I started playing with my wife’s breasts. After the birth of our second child, her breasts have shrunk from a D cup to a B cup. They swelled up again with our third child, but I swear they are even smaller now. I love my wife’s new smaller tits. I think they look great and they seem to super sensitive, when she lets me touch them. Usually when I start to cop a feel, she will push me away, but that night, she let me grope. As I caressed her through her pajama top, her nipples started to get hard. I touched them and pinched them until they were sticking straight through her thin top. As they hardened, she really started to respond, with soft moans and a wondering hand. As her hand found my hardening cock, she started rhythmically squeezing me, working me harder and bringing out large drops of pre-cum.
I worked my hand under her top and slowly eased it up so that I had full access to her beautiful breasts. As I kissed them and sucked them, she worked my cock harder and eventually encouraged my hand to caress her mons. Once I started to caress both her erogenous zones, I knew we were in for some fun! I stopped attacking her breasts with my mouth long enough to exchange a passion-laced kiss that showed just how worked up we had both become!
Shortly, we had done all we could do still mostly clothed and quickly stripped one another. Surprisingly, my wife was the aggressor that night and climbed on top of me. God, I love that! I love it when she seems like she just cannot get enough of me! She was so worked up and wet that I slipped in easily on the first stroke. With her on top, I had perfect access to continue to assault her breasts and we kissed with the passionate abandon of drunken college freshman.
All too soon, I could feel my orgasm begin to build. I knew if she stayed on top, I could not last much longer, but I could tell from her sounds that she was close to cumming and I did not want to miss the special opportunity to give her that special “Thank You”. Reluctantly I rolled us over and quickly found that special angle of thrust that I knew would bring her off. We were off to the races, would I cum first, or would she? We thrust and worked and pinched and teased. Eventually, there it was, the quick breath followed by the held breath, followed by the tensing and sudden relaxation with goosebumps across her body that tells me that she came. As she began to settle back into reality, changed positions into the one that I know gets me off and soon we were cuddled in each others arms enjoying our post-orgasmic glow. That is when she said the words that are so magic to my ears, “We should do this more often!” I gave her a kiss and in my mind said, “Hallelujah!”
-- rockabillie at 4:36 p.m.