2005-10-11
Closet Sex
Wow, I had a great day yesterday! First Piper includes me in her short-list for a threesome and then I get home and the Mrs. and I have an entry worthy tryst in the closet.
I am not sure exactly what it means to be on Pipers list, other than she was giving me (or more technically my diary) a little love. But, hey, I will take the love and dish it back in spades. A threesome with Piper would certainly make my next Boston trip an interesting delight. I can see a future fantasy entry forming here…stay tuned!
I guess since Piper put me on the list, I should reciprocate the favor and name some names here. I would definitely take Piper up on the threesome. If she wanted to add a lady to the mix (MFF), I would take Pretty-Pussy (locked, but worth the effort) and for a guy (MMF) I would take Phangasm. Actually, just the thought of it makes me think that we should forget the formalities of the threesome and just have a foursome.
Here are some other thoughts on Dlanders:
Most like to hang out at a bar or Vegas with: Imadad2
Most missed Diary (someone no longer posting that I wish were): Purex also here. Though the reality is that a growing number of diarist on my buddy list have not updated in a long time.
First Dland Diary/ies read: Swingerdiary and Mr. Grey. I think I found them on the same day.
Now for the connubial update:
First of all, my wife is never allowed to go on the Pill again. We might (likely will) end up with eight or twelve children, but by God never again the Pill for her! Since she went off the Pill a few weeks ago, we have been like kids who just discovered a long, lost toy! Well, to be truthful, we are exactly like kids who have discovered a long, lost toy. Seduction and sex has been fun and playful, on both sides. The feeling of imposition and that it was more of a chore for her is gone, at least for now. I love spontaneous sex (and sex outside the bedroom) so I just had to share this experience.
Last night we started kissing on the couch, those slow, soft kisses. For lack of a better phrase, intimacy kisses. Not little pecking kisses that husbands and wives often exchange and not the hot tempestuous kisses that you might exchange during a one-night stand (or the back seat of a car after the high school dance). These were those slow, sensual kisses that take your breath away but that you can only exchange with a deep meaning.
Our kissing followed us from the couch to our bathroom, as we got ready for bed. Our intimacy kisses slowly gained in hunger until we were exchanging those passionate backseat kisses. As my wife was bending over in the closet reaching for her PJs, I made my move. In a flash, we embraced with our clothes scattered around the closet.
There we were tearing at each other, making love face-to-face standing in the closet. After a few minutes, my thighs starting to feel the burn from the physical exertion of rocking and thrusting, my wife suggests we take the action to the floor. Deftly, without sliding out, we manage to make it to the floor (pushing shoes and boxes aside). By this time I have become that testosterone-induced sexual beast (not unlike David Banner turning into the Incredible Hulk) that lives inside all men. My wife was so open, wet and wanton, lying on the closet floor, enjoying my hard, deep thrusts. It was intoxicating, I felt powerful like a Greek Hero or an indomitable Roman Gladiator. I proceeded to pound my wife, her moans slowly rising into a crescendo of a loud orgasm punctuated by a mild case of carpet burn. Her loud, gasping orgasm quickly weakened my stamina. At the last moment, I withdrew and came, my seed splashing across her stomach, chest and face.
We lay on the floor for some time. Alternately kissing and laughing at the fact that we, the proud parents of three kids, had just made fiery love in our closet like sex-starved teens.
It is wonderful to be making love to my wife again and as I said, even if we have twelve kids, she is never going on the Pill again!
-- rockabillie at 3:13 p.m.