I was over tired and so was he – but we were still going to get it on!
Over tired = giggles for me…
He was standing pretending to look really macho after he’d put on the condom, waiting whilst I lay on the bed applying lube. I used some tissue to dry my fingers and then flicked it across the room at him. It couldn’t have been better – it landed right on his mouth. He was very impressed and I thought it was hilarious.
When he started hitting me about, I thought that was funny too. He kept a mock serious face and began to open my legs. I tried to keep them closed, so he would have to get rougher and he did. I stopped laughing for a while…
Orgasm one felt like it would come easy, but it didn’t – his thrusting slowed down and didn’t feel hard enough – I thought he was teasing me…
Climax was close now and I said to him
“Harder please!” he misunderstood and began to punch me almost feebly in the ribs – tiredness made me think this misunderstanding was funny. I orgasmed to the peal of my own giggles.
After I’d recovered – both my breath and my laughing – I asked my husband what was wrong – he definitely didn’t seem ok now – in fact he was kind of collapsing on me…
Apparently he’d been trying to hit my ass – but missed and hit his balls instead – ouch!
How sweet of him to keep on till the bitter end for me. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me – maybe he thought I’d laugh.
Anyway, he said he felt a little weak and very slightly nauseas. The good girl in me actually won this time and I said very audibly that we should stop and get the (wank) cloth and “Yes, of course I’d had enough.” (The bad girl gave a big thumbs down!)
I really wanted him to feel well quickly though, so as he pleasured himself I licked his nipples and balls. He soon felt better.
It was late and to make him come quicker I licked his anus and stuck my tongue in and out.
I don’t know of anyone else doing this, but my husband often laughs when he orgasms. Tonight I joined in with his ecstatic laughter.