Alot of this!

I am giving myself one hour to do a post and check some of your blogs out – which I have been so missing reading and looking at!

My husband has done his back in!!!! So I have been masturbating alot and giving many blow jobs – sometimes at the same time…

Oh the joy of pulled muscles!

Taken another time! After a row I don"t try to be pretty... Definitely no stockings!

We’d had the most enormous row… The sort of argument that brings out the worst traits…

A quarrel that makes you question if you really want to be with that person…

We used to be the sort of couple who had passionate but horrible rows. But that was years ago… We don’t play games with each other any more. I think I used to be the one who initiated friction – maybe because I got a thrill out of it. But then there comes a point where you just have to grow up – and I did! Sometimes we bicker, but nothing serious.

The most recent ‘incident’ can be added to the list of about 5 in all our time together that was truly saddening…

I’m not going to go into detail apart from to say that it was both our faults, but he came out acting much more of an idiot than me…

Later, lying next to him in bed in the darkness, tears were streaming quietly out of my eyes…

We talked some about what had happened and why…

“I don’t know how I am ever going to make it up to you.” he said…

Even though my heart was aching and dispair clouded my thoughts ‘Fuck me every night’ flicked through my mind…

“Oh come here please” he said reaching out his arms. I wanted closeness, but then again I wanted distance. I found myself laying my head on his chest. He hugged me tightly.

‘”Well, there goes that blow job” he said regretfully, but not without a touch of humor.

“Yep, I was thinking about giving you one aswell… Never mind!” (We’d fucked twice in the last few days – I’d orgasmed quite a few times but he hadn’t! So its true, I had been thinking of a nice way to give him his dues…)

We just lay there for a while until I felt something poking gently at my belly button.

“Sorry, its your breathing!” he said. I felt down towards his now very hard cock. I then felt down to his balls, which strangely seemed relatively empty… I removed my hand – maybe it was too soon… But I could feel his hot breath on me and there was definite chemistry…

His hand was on my right ass cheek and it squeezed. Then he began to spank me gently, getting closer and closer to my pussy – which is kind of one of my favorite things…

To begin with it still felt as though he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t be going so close in, so quickly – but it felt good and all the hurt and pain lifted too easily away.

“What do you want?” I asked hopefully…

“Hot sex!”

He was very big and very hard – it took my breath away when he entered. He was deep and urgent in his pounding. I had two delicious orgasms and then he withdrew…

He pushed his hard cock towards my now open mouth. I played confidently with the bulging head. I think its been a while since he was so rock hard and I was anticipating the amount of cum that was going to shoot. Already quite alot of his juices were seeping out…

We were on the bed with him kneeling. I was in front of him with my ass sticking up into the air. I’m sure it looked good from his perspective – but the angle wasn’t great for depth. I encouraged him to lie down and then I had more room for manipulation… Now I could bring him deeply in…

His cock was ramming the back of my throat, my hips moving provocatively (but not intentionally) with my mouth movements – like I’m fucking all over again.

Then I concentrated more on the head – rubbing my lips up and down its prominent rim. More pre-cum oozed out and I remark on it.

“Its like your cumming or something!” and then more seeped between my lips and down my throat…

He doesn’t cum then though – although he does seem extra hard than normal… But I guess there has been a few days of a build up for him…

5 minutes…My lips are tired…

10 minutes… My lips are numb and my neck aches… I bring him over onto his side, so that I can rest my head. He fucked my mouth.

In… out… in out.. times something like 100 (or more!)

He took the back of my head and gently controlled it.

Suddenly it was there shooting into me… cum, cum and more cum. He groaned and moaned and laughed.

I licked and sucked some more until he was totally clean and he was squirming with too much teasing.

I crawled up to him and laid my head on his chest, which I think is one of his favorite places for me.

No tears now, just some whispered kisses and thankyous.

Then sleep, sweet satisfied sleep…

Just to let you lust fueled sexy readers know, that from tomorrow lunchtime, I won’t be blogging too much over the next few weeks due to work ‘stuff’ which I have to focus on. I will be around, but not around if you know what I mean…’Please leave your comments though… I do love them! I’m sure I can make a little time to reply… ; )

Trying to be enticing...

There had been wine for lunch. After one glass, I hid the bottle. Not nice – but I know if he drinks too much then he isn’t up for sex so much… We hadn’t had sex the night before so I felt it had to be done… I don’t think he looked for the wine bottle anyway in the end up…

On getting to bed we had abit of a heavy talk about missed opportunities (his not mine). It started because I was asking him about his mother daughter sex experience. I’ve been wanting to write a post about it – but don’t have enough details yet. This ‘adventure’ happened a long time ago when both his parents were alive and he was young and had all life at his fingertips to do what ever he wanted with it…

I still think he has so much potential. Brilliance turns me on – one reason why I am with him – but he has had a lot of bad luck in terms of non commissions for his writings etc

Anyway we were both feeling abit sad lying next to each other in bed – but my pussy was still needing it. I just couldn’t help myself and pushed my ass into his lap. I then took off all my clothes and rubbed myself against him. Caressing and fondling for all I was worth….

We fucked…

I had one so delicious orgasm…”Fuuuuck…. Jeeesuuus…. daadddy…..oh…oh…God…ugh!” and then he pulled a muscle in his neck…

I asked him if he needed to stop – but he valiantly pounded on…

It took me literally a few seconds after starting again for the second orgasm – deep and low. Mmmmm

The third one was all of a minute…. Not usually this quick – but I was worried about his pain. I think he was soft for this last orgasm – but he was still thrusting and I was grinding myself into him with my hands on his ass making him move just the way I wanted him to…

You might think carrying on when his neck was sore was naughty… but I need to do things like that every now and again…

What I think was really bad on my part though, was that after he rested his neck some and he began to feel better, I didn’t do anything to him. I was tired. He was still anyway and I was waiting to see if he wanted my hands – but usually I go straight in there and help him out. Tonight I just let him lie and then I heard his soft snoring….

This morning he said (not nastily and with a hint of a smile) that I had ‘taken’ and then left him unsatisfied.

I smiled very sweetly back and replied that at least it guaranteed me some action tonight…

Hold ups are quick and easy...

Well, I do feel like abit of a fool… A nasty, but happy fool…

Literally the second after I impulsively published the last post, my phone rang.

Of course it was him…

“I’ve done the main shopping, but I can do the rest later! How long have we got left.”

“About 35 minutes.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in 5!”

“Ooh, I’m just abit excited, but also rather guilty about the ‘fuck off!’ I thought and sent out into the world not two minutes earlier. Never mind – I’m sure he’ll forgive me – I think I’m usually a pretty ‘nice’ person to live with…

I run upstairs. Its bloody freezing! Black hold up stockings, cream and black french knickers and a way too tight smart pencil skirt. He has a penchant for pencil skirts and I’ve been meaning to wear this for a while. But it takes some squeezing to get in to!

He likes the skirt very much and makes me bend over the bed so he can see my ass better. There is a really high slit up the back.

“Oh, that’s handy! Where’s the strap?” he asks. I drape myself across the bed to get it, but find a thicker leather belt next to it.

“I prefer this!”

‘You prefer this?” He hits me quite hard 3 times around my still skirted ass. The last time being definitely  as much as I can take.

He tries to take off my skirt – but it being soooo tight I have to help. Eventually we get the darn thing off!

“Oh, I’ve bruised you! Sorry!”

“Oh no, please don’t be sorry. Its good to get to the point where I have to beg you to stop. And I would have had to have done if you’d carried on…”

Time is running out (before kids are home!)

Missionary with a few easy variations, 10 minutes and 3 orgasms later and that will have to do for me now.

He whispered earlier about deep throating after fucking, so I take him in my mouth. We talked the other night about him cumming on my face. The idea is still in the back of my mind…

Ten minutes of me licking, throating, sucking, bobbing up and down the head and he seems pretty close judging from his hard balls and swollen cock. It feels fit to burst.

“Here it cums!” Abit of cum trickles into my mouth, but not much – its like he is having a short climax… He looks puzzled…

We both laugh.

I go to it again for all I’m worth – slightly worried that there will be little knocks on the door soon…

I’m on top and he is lying on his back. I move him onto his side, so he can fuck my mouth and be more in control.

10 minutes later, he cums over my mouth, my face, my hair and our bed!

“Wow, that’s alot!” I say..

“No, just average.” he replies (abit cockily!)

“I need many tissues!”

“Wow, what a sight! You were determined to get it all over your face weren’t you?” handing over said tissues.

“Thank you for coming back.” I say, truely grateful.

“Male preservation!” he smiles…

Another few pathetic tears to hide...

The f*”>+ing b@%^! has just gone to the shops! The kids were all out for once! We had nearly two hours to ourselves to ‘get it on’ for once!

Stupidly pathetic, but I had tears in my eyes which I think I hid pretty well.

He had a headache… he said… which I said I could help…

He felt cold… he said… which I said I could help…

I tried to get to his cock to try and change his mind, but he laughed and pushed my hand away.

I sat at the computer as he was leaving trying to type and appear ‘ok.’

“I love you!” he says….

“Look I’m not rejecting you.Ok?” he says…

I’m staring at the screen rolling the curser round and round in circles (he can’t see this.)

“You’re like a drug addict!” he says… I feel like one – but there’s a difference. Its not in me to go on the street and pick up ‘some,’ if there’s none at home… Not yet anyway…

“I’m alright, just go to the shops and I’ll do some of the typing I need to do.” I try so very hard to appear chirpy and ‘nice.’

“Save your frustration for this evening!” ‘Fuck off!’ I think.

Ooh, no knickers!

He’d had a really short haircut. We were joking around during the day – lots of salutes and ‘yes captains’.

He did look kind of dashing in a soldierish sort of way.

Yes we do have a few sick cruel army fantasies going on, but we’d already been up the night before till 1.30am fucking. I actually thought/felt it would be a good idea to get some sleep…

As usual, I get to bed a little before him, couldn’t find any knickers to wear, and fall asleep. When he comes up, he pulls the covers off and slaps each ass cheek very hard.

“Mmm, marks!” he says going off to brush his teeth.

I shiver, its so bloody cold here, as I pull the covers back up over me. I roll over onto my back – possibly to protect my ass…

On his next entrance he rips the duvet off again.

“Open!” I’m sure I detect a more dictatorial voice than normal… He taps my sleepy yet willing legs and I obediently comply.Three hard hits to my pussy makes me catch my breath.

“Why are you so wet?” he asks in an accusing, yet self assured voice.

I still think that we may have a quiet night. He sometimes torments me to such a point of being turned on and then goes to sleep…

He flicks each nipple and slaps my ass some more.

“Are you going to get me a condom or what?!” (Definitely an order!) I reach down to the floor by my side of the bed and of course I have to linger with my bare ass sticking up, a little longer than necessary. I am rewarded with a couple more smacks.

Condom on and he’s quickly on top of me pushing in.

After a few thrusts he suddenly spits at me full in the face. I’m not normally shocked – but this is certainly  one of those moments. He’s pinned my arms above my head, so I wipe my face on his vest sleeve.

“Open your mouth!”

“Whaaat?”

“Open your mouth!” He spits into it. Just before he does and I realize what he is about to do, I worry that I will be repulsed… But its fine – not unlike swallowing cum  – but a different texture.

He’s very very hard – so its definitely done something for him…

I’m actually really happy with routine if it satisfies us both, but its also very exciting to be totally shocked and at this very moment I’m reeling in it.

“I order you to cum”! Ooh, definitely a sergeant’s voice!

I have to put some effort into orgasming tonight. A couple of evenings ago he massaged my clit to quite a few climaxes (and then I had to rub a few more out). Whenever I self pleasure alot – penetrative sex orgasms aint so easy to cum by for a few days.

Anyway, trying for me means drawing up my pelvic floor muscles – which must be nice for him. With some effort it does take 5 minutes or so to go over the edge and then the next two are fairly sweet and easy…

To cut a medium story short (don’t want to lose you!) I’m just about to go for a forth when he gets a bad cramp in his leg. We have to stop and withdraw.

He recovers and wanders around the house looking for his wank cloth.

Earlier my two youngest had the job of putting away laundry – now we can’t find various items…

He comes back to bed empty handed. I offer him a pair of my silky knickers, but he declines. I begin to think of giving him a blow job, but mid thought I fall asleep…

Looks like I owe him…

Not too many... just a few...

He said he had a headache… My heart sank…

In bed for sleep, he usually starts off with his back to me and I usually rub my breasts and pussy against him… He doesn’t seem to mind…and it usually gives him a hard on.

After about 30 seconds of rubbing he says

“Do I need to get a condom?” It could be my imagination – or more likely he is teasing me, but he sounds put upon and tired. But I need his cock, so I swallow my pride…

We fuck and its good, but I feel abit shitty at the same time. I think I’m using him for his cock, and although it feels huge and hard I’m worried about his head hurting and him not really wanting to be doing it…

After orgasm 3 my tears are pathetically welling up. He can’t see because we are in darkness. I’m feeling kind of monstrous – like a female spider.

I cum again and again, and again. Its good to be sexually satisfied – but sad isn’t so great.

“You’d better come out now – or I’ll be keeping you here all night” I say reluctantly. He takes out his still hard cock and I dig out the wank cloth.

“That was intense, but what’s the matter?” he asks as I lie on his chest while he arranges the cloth.

“Nothing, really. Well there is something, but can I tell you after?”

“Tell me now!”

“No, please let me tell you after… Its not big or awful, but it is something…” He self pleasures and I help out, licking, sucking, rubbing and scratching where he likes it…

After, I try to talk, but I can’t really find the words to express…

“Are you vulnerable and inarticulate?” He asks (in a Brooklyn accent.)

“Kind of… Its just that I feel like I’m using you and… I mean I know you were hard, but did you enjoy the fucking?” He pulls me closer.

“Of course I did! Don’t you know I was only playing earlier? Silly! I thought you knew that…” I’m getting my words together abit better now…

“I’ve always played hard to get in the past. Well, maybe not played – just not been needing to have sex so much, but now its different. I think I’m trying to ask if its alright with you that I am now always ready for ‘it’. I’m finding it abit overwhelming… Always wanting it… Always thinking abou…”

He kisses me on the forehead and pulls me even closer.

“Is that what you’re going on about? Any man, dead or alive would not find this a problem!”

“Really?” I feel so relieved. rather silly, and sweetly reassured…

The good ole missionary

Tonight I’m happy simply to go in the good ole missionary position – it is afterall the place where I orgasm easiest and most…

2am last night I was rubbing myself up against him. The tingles that go through my breasts are so deliciously zingy…  My pussy likes it very much aswell…

“Am I a piece of furniture?”

“Yes, you don’t mind do you?” He guides my hand to his now very large cock. I feel his balls… mmm, very hard – a good sign that I might be in with a chance of a fuck…

‘Now time to sleep!” he says.

“Couldn’t we just have a quicky?” I plead trying not to sound too desperate (with my short nighty and black over the knee ‘bed socks’ on.)

“No, sleep!” He says firmly. A ‘quicky’ for him is about 20 minutes at best, so the good girl in me lovingly sighs and puts her arm around her husband and falls asleep – leaving the bad girl swearing and stamping her feet for satisfaction!!!

We are soooo busy at the moment with late nights and soooo tired, but I soooo badly need to cum, oh at least 4 times…and I don’t need belts or slaps or anything – just a hard fat cock… Oh well ok, a few spankings might do me good…

Cat collar on of course!

I was squatting in front of him (wearing his new cat collar of course!) with my knees spread wide…

He was half propped up against the pillows directly in front of me. The broken belt strap was in his hand.

He started to hit me with it quite gently at first and then a little harder each time…

Pussy… inside thighs… outer thighs,…breasts…clit…

He kept saying how brave I was because I was hardly flinching and just staring him out with a smile on my lips…

It stung alot at its peak. Very nearly too hard for me to take  - but not hard enough to leave a mark. I have this crazy desire for him to leave some bright red welts or bruises – but my skin seems to be rather resilient – or maybe he isn’t hitting me hard enough… (and I know he’s going to read this… ; )

Constantly ready for it...

All through the Christmas holidays he would rub my clit, spank my ass, pinch my nipples and pound my pussy whenever he came into contact with me (when noone was looking!)

Possibly irrelevant for this post – but I want to mention it…Every one of the above touches made me release (what I thought) were little horny surprised gasps. They were never put on and had the added attraction of making me feel deliciously embarrassed as they sounded so pornographic in nature…

He’s not doing it so much now (shame!) Well actually he was doing it this lunchtime again – but I mean generally not so much…

Anyway, every time he comes close to me now, I anticipate one of his ‘touches’ and I get aroused – even if he doesn’t make any physical contact – which is delicious, but so unfair… I feel almost constantly wet, helpless and gagging for it. Its like my clit has been trained to jump to attention any time he is within my vicinity…