It had to happen one day

I broke the slots on my bed this afternoon. I came home from work a little early today, and led my wife up to the bedroom after some foreplay in the living room. To make a long story short (I'm tired and NEED to go to bed) I pulled her back on me, and as we both fell onto the bed. The slats that support the matress decided to give way and half of them on one side snapped. I did do a quick fix, I went to Home Depot, bought some plywood, and laid it down over the remaining slats, and it does support us, for the moment anyway.

-Rewind a few hours-

I happened to meet up with my almost AM friend. This was the last time I will meet with her. Remember the bad feeling I had about her, I think I was right, she acted like a total idiot, announced to the waiter that we were both married and, in her words, "will fuck like it's 1999". I actually think she was high, which I'm usually ok with, as long as she would have been able to maintain some level of self control. After we left the reasturant she asked if I wanted to go back to her house, an offer which I politely declined, then we kissed, which was nice. I just couldn't get over the fact that she really didn't have a brain.

I was quite ready to go at this moment, and hurried home to my waiting wife.

The summer beach house

Last summer I took some time off, and for one week I spent it at the shore with my wife. We had invited friends over and we played drunken scrabble (who knew the dictionary could be so much fun?).

After a few drinks too many my wife and I left the group to spend some quality time together in our room. I hadn't even walked into the bedroom before she had my t-shirt off and somehow wrapped around my hands to form an impromptu pair of handcuffs. My basketball shorts came off just as easily, leaving me standing there, naked and bound. I could have easily fought her, made it hard for her to undress me, but I let her lead me where she wanted to go.

She had me sit at the foot of the bed as she pulled her panties off. With her bottom exposed she lifted her dress and moved into position over me. In the dark of the room my mouth found her lips, and my tongue fondled her clit. She was in complete control of me as she moved my face where she wanted me to go.

Next she commanded me on to the bed, my hands still tied behind my back. I could have escaped my bonds any time I wanted, but I chose not to. She came up behind me and her hand wrapped around my cock, it was different. Before she touched me she put a little lube on her hand, causing a cold wet feeling around my shaft as she slid her hand up and down it. She had one hand jerking me off, the other was fondling my balls. My hand tied behind me found her wet vagina, and with one finger lightly rubbed her pussy slowly front to back.

She wanted to know when I was going to cum, she wanted me to tell her. I could feel the sense of urgency growing, building up inside until I was ready to blow. When I gave her the word her other hand moved to catch my release so that she could have a taste.

Once we were done we hastily cleaned ourselfs off and walked back out into the living room for some more fun and games.

She missed me

I finally saw my good friend Mrs Legs today. She missed me, we hadn't seen each other since just about the end of October, and it's almost the end of November. We had talked a few times but our paths hadn't really had a chance to cross, mostly due to me traveling.

I walked into her house around 9 this morning, she was alone, and waiting for me. She had left the door open for me, and I let myself in. She was running late, and I was a little early. The reason that this was a problem was because ewe had already talked on the phone, and I had made mention that I vaguely remembered seeing a corset hiding in the back of her closet an while back, and I thought it would look incredible on her.

I was right.

Boy was I right.

As soon as I walked into her place she was running up the stairs to her room to finish getting dressed, but the small glimpse that I caught was enough to give me an incredible erection. I couldn't help it. I just stood there, two feet in the door, my hand stroking myself through my pants staring at the stairs for her to come back down.

I guess she couldn't find the rest of the outfit because she walked back down the stairs, with a sad baby face on, telling me that she lost some clothes. I couldn't help but smile, the view from my end was great. She sort of bopped her way down the stairs, and threw her arms around me and gave a huge passionate kiss. She was very glad to see me.

I picked her up and carried her to the couch, her thighs wrapped around my waist as we continued to kiss. I was able to lay her down on the couch without breaking free of her kiss. We didn't stop as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I wanted to be in her more than anything else, but not yet. Instead I reach down and put some pressure on her clit with my head. She was wet beyond belief.

Her had had found my pants and was frantically searching through my pockets. She was ready for me, and I would not stop her. She found it, tore it open, and put in on as fast as she could, knowing the faster it was on me the fast I was in her.

The first thrust of my cock, caused her whole body to tense up, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her feet pulling me in, while her thighs tightened to keep me out, her pelvis angled itself to take me.

I didn't try to be gentile, with every ounce of strength I pushed against her, over and over. Then I stopped and slid myself firmly in. I pulled out at an angle so that my shaft slid right off her clit, and I thrust back in the same way. Then out.

I motioned for her to flip over and leaned her over the arm of the couch. It squeaked with each movement that we made together. Until I came. I pulled her onto me sitting her on my lap as I throbbed in her, she did not stop playing with my balls, and kept me hard for a little while extra. I finally had a good chance to look at her costume, a small slightly rigid pearl white corset that covered half her nipples, holding her breasts firmly in place. It fit her perfectly.

Being the day after thanksgiving, her husband at work, and me out riding we had all day together, and what a day it was.

Shopping and toys

I disappeared to the south for the last week, leaving my wife all alone at home.

Somehow she managed to wear out a few of her toys, and she hatched a plan to go shopping after she picked me up from the airport. She has a habit of coming up with these great plans, she figures out exactly what she wants to do, and then tries to get me to figure out what she wants and then wants me to take her to do what she wants to do. I usually figure it out when she directs me to drive the long way home, or she tells me it would be nice to go somewhere she hasn't been for a long time.

The other night she decided to go toy shopping. I was more than happy to take her, although she is next to impossible to shop for. I have tried to buy her toys in the past, but usually she uses them once for my viewing pleasure, then they get relegated to the back of the toy drawer and never see the light of day again.

I like to think that I am good at picking out toys for women. I also realize that toys are designed to be better stimulants than my dick ever can hope to be. I have tried to vibrate, and no matter how much I try it just doesn't work. Toys can bend in ways I can't, touch places that I can't touch, although I am fairly confident that for most women a toy can never replace the feeling of 'him'. Plus they are fun to play with.

We walk into the store, which is in a small, one story building on a main road. The door is around back, along with the dimly lit parking lot, which is covered in security cameras. Oh, what these cameras must see. In the store every available inch of real estate is taken, one wall of sexual fun. We make our way to the corner of the store that we came for.

Every toy is hung on the wall in it's group, dildohs with dildohs, vibrators with vibrators. We each pick a few toys out, discussing each ones merits along the way. Some neither of us could figure out, others are more obvious. We finally settle on three, a thin longish vibrator, a rubber vibrating cock ring, and my personal pick, a curved and ribbed slightly-larger-than-my-dick dildoh.

We walk into the house and I go upstairs to shower. I took my time showering, after a week away one of the nicest feelings is to shower at home.

I walk downstairs, and my first view is of her, legs spread, one leaning on the armrest of the couch, the other propped against the coffee table. The vibe was bouncing off her piercing, a very solid metal, almost mechanical sound. The dildoh, plunging in and out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted more than anything to be that toy, but I didn't want to interrupt the rhythm in front of me. Instead I leaned over and kissed her, not touching her anywhere except with my mouth to hers. My hand reached down to help her, taking over the dildoh duties. I sat on the floor next to her and kept going. Each thrust of my hand got her closer to orgasm until I could see her thighs tense, pulling her knees closer together as she came.

Next was my turn. She was already waiting for me. I pulled her in close, so that she came down to my level on the floor. I moved her over me positioning her so that she could easily sit on my lap. She sat down and started to ride me. Ride me she did. I just sat there as she pleasured herself over me. In reality it was me who was enjoying it more.

The Deviance of Sex

Why do some people enjoy violent sex?


I spent most of the afternoon doing motorcycle related maintenance, getting them ready for the winter, and she spent the day out with a friend. She came home for dinner and brought some heroes from the deli, which we ate in the garage. She stayed for a few hours to watch me as I pinched my fingers, and busted my knuckles, laughing at me as I cursed the machines around me.

Before I was finished she went inside. I remained in the garage for another hour tidying everything up before I would call it a night. She had already gone to bed, and I went online to check some email, and the discussion on a forum I frequent that is undergoing some major changes and a mass exodus (more on this later).

I also talked to VJ over AIM, and she invited me over on Monday which I might take her up on, she also half begged me for a threesome with her and her boyfriend, which I am avoiding as best I can. She is looking for MMF experience versus a MFM experience. I don't mind touching another man in bed, as long as the focus is the a female that is the focus of both our affections. She is looking for him to have a more homosexual experience, which I just don't feel comfortable doing. I won't be their shared toy, it is a little too far away from my comfort zone for me.

My wife has recently discover the she enjoys hurting me, and I enjoy it too. Last night was no exception. My stomach and back are scratched and bitten, my ass is red and the shape of her hand is clearly visible. Last night was about me, and my gratification, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Making love doesn't have to include sex, which last night it didn't. Truly making love only has to include the gratification shared between two people who trust themselves enough to enjoy the pleasures of each others bodies.

All good things....

After two incredible days together day three. She woke up again before me, but instead of waking me up she took a shower, and then sat next to me in the bed and ate breakfast as I slept. After she was done eating I woke up and laid there as she sat on the bed next to me completely naked. My hand found her thigh, sliding up to where I really wanted to be. My dick still ready for more after the past two days, I knew that we only had a few hours left, and I didn't want to waste any time.

My mouth followed my hand and continued past her vagina into her stomach which I continued to kiss for a moment. I had every intention of going down on her but she pulled me up to meet her face to face. Shooing my hand away. She was sore from the previous activities, and manual stimulation no longer felt any good.

I entered her, being careful not to be too forceful out of fear that I might hurt her some more. It was just good missionary sex. We talked the whole time, face to face, mostly about each other. It only lasted a few minutes, we were both tired and our time together was getting very short. Our last time was great, but after the marathon sex of the previous two days it was a nice change of pace. For some reason I didn't put on a condom (we had broken a few already so any damage that might have been done had already happened), and in the passion of that comfortable normal sex I let myself cum in her. It's a great feeling to leave a little bit of me in her, something usually only reserved for my wife. I stayed in her, as we embraced. My penis slowly getting softer an smaller until it fell out. We laid there for almost an hour until we both felt the need to part ways.

She left before I did, leaving me alone. This was the most alone I had felt in a long time. I packed my things, cleaned up what was left of the room and walked out of that room for the last time.

A good start to a better day

So I woke up yesterday morning with a small hangover, a huge erection, and a beautiful girl licking it. It took me a minute to comprehend exactly what was going on. I leaned forward gazing at her with my half open eyes while she continued to go down on me. I ran my fingers through her hair and startled her, she hadn't yet realized that I was awake, she was too busy taking care of the task at hand. Her head popped up and she wiped the moisture from her lips saying "good morning sleepyhead" while she tried to portray a childish smile. I pulled myself to lean back on the headboard and she straddled me sliding me in. She moved her body up and down along mine, her breast brushing my face. I kneaded her ass firmly with my hand as she continued her movements, her pelvis pushing into mine, her arms wrapped around my neck. She didn't even look me in the eyes, just continued to do her work until it was finished, pulling me out, letting me rest in the area between her pelvis and thigh while she continued to grind into me. I came all over the space between us and she rubbed it in with her stomach as continued to put pressure on me.

Without saying a word she stood up, walked into the bathroom and started up the shower and cleaned herself off. I had less than an hour to get to my meeting and I stepped into the shower next to her and washed myself off alongside her, our bodies touching briefly. I was ready to go again, but there wasn't enough time, and both of us knew it. She told me that she had some shopping to do, and she was dressed and out the door before I could even find my clothes. I made it to my meeting on time, but my mind kept going back to my wake up call this morning, the way she went from being playfully childish to emotionless and mechanical in her duties. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

After my business was done I looked at my phone on my way to the car. She had sent me my instructions for the rest of the morning, call her when I'm ready to leave, two bottles of white wine, and wait for her to call me in the hotel lobby. I followed her orders to the letter. She called and told me it was ok to meet her in the room. The elevator ride up took forever, and I could almost feel her as I stood there alone waiting for my floor.

I walked to my door and slid my card in peeking into the room. It was almost dark, I could see the flicker of candles as I walked in. A quick glance around the room and I could see that she was busy. Almost every surface that could hold a candle had one. There was a new table in the center of the room that had not been there earlier, along with two chairs, and a late lunch from the hotel resaturant was ready for us. I sat down at the table as she walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing a bright red dress, loose around her chest, her back completely bare, and the cut of the neck fell almost down to her belly button, the skirt part of the dress was tight and ended halfway down her thighs, her shoes started just bellow her knees with red straps that wrapped each leg down to her ankles, with two red heels to match. I was awe struck with all she had done. Our meal passed by too slow, but the conversation was good.

After we ate she sat me on the couch and started a cd player that was hidden behind the couch. She straddled me and started to dance to the music, grinding against me and touching me in ways that most men would pay good money for. She had been a stripper in a previous life, and her talent showed. Without hesitation over the course of a few songs she unbuttoned my shirt, and had my pants around my thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her naked ass to me, her top had slid to each side exposing her breasts. Each time she rubbed her pussy over my hard cock I could feel the moisture that had gathered there.

She danced for me until I grabbed her by her hair. I forcefully put her on all fours and dropped my pants and shirt. I squatted down behind her, and rubbed my waiting member against her pussy, pulling her cheeks apart with my hand. Then I stopped right at her hole, just the tip of my dick entering while I barely moved in and out. She started to beg me to fuck her, but I was enjoying making her wait. When i decided she had enough, I entered as hard as I could, again and again, my stomach slapping against her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. Within a few minutes she was almost at the wall and started to climb it with her arms as I followed behind her until she was flat against the wall. I moved her arms to the small of her back holding them both firmly in place while I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I could feel myself starting to throb so I pulled out grabbing the base of my dick so I would not spill any, I turned her around as I stood in front of her leaning her head against the wall while I fucked her face. I could see that she was playing with herself, and I let go of my dick. She swallowed all of it without spilling a drop. I could see her smiling through each thrust that I continued to give.

She had told me in an email long ago that she had a stripper-rape fantasy, I would find out later in the night that I had it backwards, she wanted to do it to me. We went out later to a real strip club a few blocks from our hotel, and I let her do it to me after a few drinks and shared dances there.

I'm excited to fuck you

When I landed in Texas my first call was to work letting my meeting know that I skipped my previous stop and I am a day early. My second call was to the reason I wanted to be in Texas. She was waiting for me in the lobby bar of the hotel I was going to stay in. Pick up the rental car and a fifteen minute ride into the city, I pull into the hotels parking garage, and make a B-line for the bar.

She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.

I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".

The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.

In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.

The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.

I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.

I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.

Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.

She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.

She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.

MORE TO COME

The best friends are old friends

So, today was my big date with Mrs Camaro. It didn't quite go as planned. First off I wound up being pretty late. I got stuck in a teleconference all afternoon, which pushed my whole day back. The two hours early I was going to skip out on work turned into an hour, add to that some traffic I ran into and all of a sudden I'm an hour and a half late. When I finally arrived to meet her at the library we were supposed to meet at, she wasn't even there. We wound up playing phone tag for another 15 minutes trying to find eachother, and it turned out that she got bored, ran to the store down the street.

We finally met a little over 2 hours after we were supposed to meet. The original plan was to get something quick to eat, then go back to her house to fool around. The food idea was quick to go, and I followed her to her place. Her son was with his father for the week so she had her apartment to herself. These types of days for her as a single mom are far and few between.

I followed her into her place, and right away she offers me some wine, which I gladly take. A lot of small talk and general catching up with each other since the last time we actually saw one another. She lives almost 2 hours away from me so finding time to actually meet up isn't exactly easy. Knowing the time constraints I was under I sent a text home letting my wife know that I would be late.

I was sitting on her couch and she came over and laid her head on my lap. I started to play with her hair while we talked some more. While we were talking my hands found her body. One hand playing with her hair, the other sliding my fingers under her shirt and across her stomach. Her hands following to match. My hands flirted with her body, moving around her clothes, not taking them off yet. She was wearing a very loose knee length skirt and it was easy for me to pull it up around her waist. While I was working my way around her, she did the same to me, opening my pants and pulling my dick out so she could play with it.

Then she just rolled over onto her knees, putting her bare ass out in the air. She completely ignored my dick and pulled my pants down around my knees. It's amazing how lovers who haven't been together for a long time still remember exactly what can push each others buttons. Her mouth quickly started to kiss my thighs while her hand wrapped itself around the base of my half hard cock. My hands continued to caress her lower back and play with her hair.

I knew I wanted to bring her back to her bedroom where we had a large bed to play on. Grabbing a full handful of hair I told her to follow me, and I dropped my pants on the floor, stripping off more and more of my clothes as I made my way to her room, she followed and stripped behind me.

She followed me into her room and stopped just inside the door to lean on the wall. I walked up to her and leaned in pulling her chin up to kiss me. My hands found their way to her breasts and she pulled me closer. This tit for tat went on for a little while longer, she would touch me and I would touch her to match. Until I had her on her knees between my legs with her back against the wall while I held my dick up so she could suck on my balls.

She was willing to do anything I wanted her to. I told her to go lay on the bed, and without hesitation she did. She got on all fours on her bed, playing with herself so I could see. I sat on the bed right in front of her and told her to get on top of me. She pulled the sheets over me while started to fuck her from below. It felt great to lift myself into her as hard as I could while she did her best to tighten her pussy around my dick. Her hands squeezing my shoulders as hard as she could while holding herself up. Then I came. She angled her hips so that while I was releasing my shaft was buried against her clit with just my head in her, and she finished me off with a long drawn out kiss.

We have been with together like this for almost 10 years on and off. I love having sex with her. She is incredible. We fit together perfectly and she is the person that really showed me how to have sex, how to really enjoy it.

The VPILF

I this morning I woke up late. i had plans to run with Mrs Legs, but it just wasn't in the cards for today. I called her up at 8 (our usual meet time was 7) when I finally walked out my front door. She realized I wasn't going to make it and left to go run some errands. So being the exciting and loyal employee that I am I show up work almost an hour early (bonus!).

It was a long morning at work. I sent a few explicit messages back and forth to Mrs Legs. Pretty much along the lines of:

Me - Sorry about this morning
Her - It's Ok I had to do the work myself
Me - Yeh?
Her - It's not the same as a penis
Me - What no cream filling?
Her - Haha, it's the best part of the twinkie
Me - Yeh I still got some left
Her - I'm hungry. Doing anything for lunch?
Me - Hopefully you

That was it. Lunch plans were settled. I had to make up a lame excuse about having to run some errands to get out of a previous lunch engagement. I also left a note on my desk saying that I'll be back from lunch late (I have a very good amount of flexibility in my schedule). I actually wound up leaving a little early for lunch and drove over to her house.

She was in the middle of trying on Halloween costumes that she had bought. I didn't realize how hard it was to get dressed up for one night. For me it's not complicated. I just throw something together and go out, last year I was a terrorist, this year I am going to be a 20's style gangster. She had a half dozen costumes picked out on her bed and wanted me to tell her which one she looked best in. She had tried them on for her hubby the day before but according to her, he just didn't seem to care.

I don't get it. If you have a girl who is more than willing to dress up for you, model skimpy clothes and act sexy why would you say no? I was pleasantly happy to be her personal fashion judge. Ok back to her clothes.

So she had all her outfits on the bed. I sat in the corner of her bedroom on a small chair and one by one she would take them into the bathroom, change and come out and model them for me. The outfits were great.

Costume 1 - It looked like a referee outfit, the shirt was black and white stripes and had a low cut neck that showed off her cleavage, and had a small black mini skirt, add to that her tall fuck-me boots. She walked out in front of me turned around bent over made a few jokes about a foul ball, and shot into the bathroom again to change.

Costume 2 - The second attempt was a cheerleader outfit, again, incredibly sexy. She did a little cheer for me bounced around like she was 15.

Costume 3 - This one got me. She walks out wearing a white dress suit. Her hair was done up and she was wearing a pair of glasses. I had no clue who she was supposed to be. She walked right up to me straddled my one knee, and blurted out "I'm just a horney hockey mom doncha know, do ya have a puck that you can score in my goal?". I couldn't help but laugh, even though she was doing her best sexy impression of Palin that she could. Sarah Palin is the Vice President I'd like to Fuck.


She was already straddling one of my legs so she just hiked up her skirt a little, lifted the other leg over and around me, sat on my lap, pulled my already hard dick out of my pants, and threw her arms around me. I must have had a giddy smile on my face because she with a straight face, as seriously as she could say it, Drill baby Drill. I burst out laughing and almost slid off the chair, I must have hit her just the right way, when I slid I saw her close her eyes and grab the back of my neck.

She never left character. She reached around behind her to slide me in while I unbuttoned her jacket to expose her bare breasts. At first it was a surprise when she called me Todd, and it took me a second to realize that she was really playing a game. I just played along, and talked to her like I was Todd Palin screwing my wife. Both my hands were on her ass moving her around, and I could feel by her reactions hitting some very sensitive spots. Then she just got up and bent down and started to suck me. I didn't want to do anything else, just sit there.

Each time her mouth would come off she would say some funny yet sexy Palin quote. The only reason I think she stopped was because she ran out of things to say. She just got up and dropped her skirt and jacket and stood there with her back to me. I didn't quite hear what she said, I was paying more attention to the way she was standing there, legs crossed, completely naked, high heeled shoes, and her Palin glasses. Even though I had no clue what she said I knew what she wanted.

I got up and walked over to her, undressing myself as I went. I put my hands on her hips and I followed to her bed. She just bent over leaning her chest and head on the bed, with her legs spread far enough that I could just slide myself in. I did what I wanted, I didn't feel like pleasing her. When I was about to cum I pushed her off and she rolled over on her back. She jerked me off until there was nothing left, wiping it on her stomach as it hit her. She was laying there on the bed naked and slid one finger across her stomach picking up a hint of cum, and put it in her mouth. The last thing she said to me before she got up was "Look Wasala snow".

We both took a quick shower washing each other off (very sensual), and went downstairs so i could cook (microwave) her a frozen pizza lunch. Of course after the incredibly fun lunch 2 1/2 hour break I was back at work. At least now I was thinking about the sex I just had, rather than the sex that never was.

A bottle of white

Last night was an incredibly fun/long/drunken night. My wife decided that she would go to the liquor store to buy some wine and have a romantic night. It always makes for an interesting time when she comes up with these plans. She doesn't work and I get the feeling that she actually spends alot of time planning and plotting. Some of the stuff she comes up with can sometimes blow my mind.

She walked in the door with a little brown bag, and I could see the shape of an incredibly long and slender bottle of wine. At this point I din't know what she had on her mind, and I thought that she would come back with some vintage 2008 ye 'old box. Not today, she had in her hand a bottle of Vendi (sp?) white. Sitting on the couch she brought me a glass and flipped through the channels looking for the movie that she was expecting to find. For some reason she never found it, and instead settled on Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which is one of the funniest movies I can think of. We had a drunken good time laughing for two hours, which ruined her plan.

After the movie I stepped out the front door for a few minutes, we had finished off the whole bottle, and polished off a little scotch along with it. Walking back in the front door I stopped to see her laying on the couch with one hand down her pants , the other holding the tip of the bottle against her mouth. I could see what she was doing, but I just stood there unable to move, waiting to see what would happen next.

I was giddy, and walking from one end of the room to the other was almost a challenge. I kneeled at the bottom of the couch watching her play with herself, stuff like that gets me off. I wish I could see whats going on behind those eyes of hers. She slid her pants off to give me a better view.

The bottle was the perfect shape and size, and slid in well. I didn't move, didn't touch her, didn't participate. If she wanted me to join in, she would have let me know. It was exciting to watch, I imagine being the bottle.

I couldn't help myself so I put my hand the only place it wouldn't touch her. The show went on for quite some time and she knew exactly what pleased her most. Her toes would curl and she would moan, her thighs would close around her bottle wrapped hands. She finished before me and asked for a show of her own, which I was glad to give. When I was ready to blow she got off the couch as fast as she could and get down to meet me, she did not want any of my cum to go to waste. Her mouth wrapped around my dick and I gave her what she wanted, using the last glass of wine to wash the rest down.

As drunk as I was I knew that I had an appointment in the morning, to run at 7.

It's 1:37 in the morning and I cant sleep.

I just finished having sex with my wife. It was good. Better than good.

She wound up going to bed around 10pm and I stayed in the living room. By the time watching TV. By the time I made it upstairs she was already fast asleep. I wasn't. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and stumbled clumsily into our bedroom She wore a big t-shirt and no pants. I could see she was waiting for me to meet her but she fell asleep too soon. I was horny and she was laying there.

I slipped under the sheet tripping over a bag of unfolded laundry. Her legs were already spread and I was able to crawl right up to her. I didn't wait right away I licked her lips and slid my tongue straight down line between them. I think she might have moaned but I knew she wasn't asleep.

I continued to lick her clit, not stoping for anything. Once in a while her hands or legs would move or she would take a deep breath, but she didn't wake.

As I continued her hips would move up and down as if to ask me for more. With each stroke of my tongue she moved a little more. I couldn't help but to play with myself too. The taste of her pussy is a familiar one, I like it. Then when I wasn't expecting it a hand moved through my hair. My eyes opened and I could see her other hand caressing her nipple. Then she moaned. Her back arched and she pulled away from me, but I followed. I wasn't about to stop, I enjoy her cumming for me, I like the taste, the feel of her wetness on my face as I bury my mouth in her.

When she was done I could feel her hands were pulling on my skin begging me to meet her face to face. I refuse I pulled back so that the only part or me was my tongue against her clit. She asked me to fuck her, she wanted me in her. I told her no. I wouldn't let my dick in her until I was ready, I was ready. It's hard for me to hold back so I reach down and started to stroke myself. I told her the only way she can get is is to cum for me again.

I slid my body over her still not touching her until we were face to face. then I kissed her, not hard or long, I just licked her tongue adn pulled away. The only part of me touching her is my dick, firmly planted at the entrance to her pussy, but I wasn't going to go in. I told her that she had to cum for me again.

Two fingers is all it would take. By the time my mouth was near her abdomen I had two fingers in her. I wasn't trying to be gentle adn pushed into her. her whole body moved up and when she came back I was waiting to taste her again. I continued to do this at an ever faster rate. Then she said my name. My fingers were soaked. I pulled them out to taste them, and I licked my hand clean.

I can't, nor would I try to begin to tell you how I felt. I didn't need to be in her, I could cum if I wanted to. I was that close. But she needed me to. I shoved myself in. Instinctively my hand grabbed the headboard to help me thrust.

She is the only girl that has ever made me orgasm, not just cum, orgasm. Tonight she got me off. I might have been telling her what to do, but she was in total control. As I pulled my dick out I felt it moving over me, a tingling sensation almost like I lost feeling in my limbs. I could feel my heart racing fast each time I pressed into her, pushing us both until we are against the headboard. The sensation that skips through my body is so strong I don't even realise I had released.

I slow to a complete stop laying all my weight on her. I didn't pull out yet, nor was I completely hard. My hand was still firmly grasping the headboard and wouldn't let itself go. I needed a second to rest, to relax.

My wife is the only person that can do that for me. I don't want anyone else to do it for me. That is reserved for her.

The time is now 2:11 am and I am wide awake. I had a cigarette a few minutes ago. My nerves are shot and I'm about to smoke another. I can still feel my hand twitching on it's own, my back is sore from being so tense and it hurts from where she dug her hands into my shoulder. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

Sneakers and a sun visor

I ran today with Mrs Legs over the past few months that we have been together it seems that our relationship has changed. When we started running together it was about two people running together. Then we fucked, our relationship turned into two people who ran together and occasionally had sex after. Now it seems that we spend more time screwing than than running. I'm not complaining, she is an excellent lover. I have learned so much about her sexual preferences that I can confidently say that I satisfy her better than her husband.

We don't talk about our spouses very often, but it is mutually understood that neither of us is willing to leave our marriages. I love my wife very much and I am extremely happy with our life together, I don't cheat on her because we don't screw enough. I cheat on her because I enjoy the variety. The little glimpse of information I have about Mrs Legs sex life is all I need to know, and I completely understand why she strays. Her husband likes sex, but he doesn't want to stray from his norm, which is her on her back, him pounding away until he gets off, then he rolls over and goes to sleep. I've met him a few times, he likes that she has someone to hang out with in the mornings when she goes out. He's a nice guy, and every time I see him I just want to let him know that he needs to cowboy up, pull his dick out of his vagina, and learn what his wife wants from him. If he would do that then I wouldn't be nailing her on his bed after he leaves for work.

In her three years of marriage she has had two partners before me. One she said, in her words, Fucked like a champ, but was more interested in trying to get caught by her husband than anything else. the second guy was a friend of a friend, and he became very possessive over her, which would have lead to disaster had the relationship persisted.

Shortly after our first encounter we had a serious conversation about what each of us wanted from the other. We both want sex, with someone we can talk to. No relationship, no games, if it happens it happens, if not, oh well there is always tomorrow.

So we went running this morning. I drove to her house and parked in her driveway like I always do. Her husband was long gone. She was dressed in a pair of boy shorts that just barely covered her ass. Her shirt was one of those tight under armor shirts that are very form fitting, and a sun visor. Nothing matched, but she still looked good. I wore my usual running shorts and t-shirt. Neither of us were trying to impress the other.

After stretching in her living room (which with us can almost be considered foreplay) we shot out the front door and down the street. We probably ran about a mile before we turned around to make the mile run back. It was the same route we had run a dozen times before, but we still make the same commentary about the houses we pass and the neighborhood in general. Almost at her house we slow to a walk and stop in her front lawn to do some cool down stretches.

She followed me up her front stairs to the door and I let myself in. As soon as I see that she is through the door I close it behind her and immediately turn my attention to her, pinning her against her door, kissing her neck as she runs her hands up my torso. We had been here before, my lips on her neck really gets her off. I can feel her taking deeper breaths as my hands move up from her hips under her shirt lifting it as I go. As soon as I get her shirt and bra above her tits I lower my head between them. I run my tongue slowly licking one breast carefully avoiding her nipple as my hand cups the other.

My dick is hard. Her breasts are firm, they hold their shape nicely. She reached down to grab me but I pull back not wanting to let her touch me just yet. I've had enough of her chest so I start working my way down. For some reason I just run my nose down her stomach until I get to her shorts. With both hands I pull them off, my face as close to her ever more exposed abdomen as I can be without touching her. When her shorts are around her ankles she does he best to step out of them but they didn't quite fit over one of her sneakers. I'm on my knees in front of her. I can see she wants to reach down and pull it off, but I spread her legs before she can reach down. I place my lips over her slightly hanging clit, and give it a small kiss before I start to move my tongue in circles around her hood. This continues for a few minutes, and she inches her back lower and lower on the door, raising her hips to meet me. We start moving unison. Without her noticing it I pull the rubber I had stashed in my pocket out and put it on.

Then I tell her to turn around. She knows what I'm about to do, and complies. I raise my dick to her pussy. I love the way she feels when I rub it against her and shes completely wet. Her ass is arched almost as far as she can to make it easy for me to work my way in, both her hands are flat against the door and I place mine over hers. I don't go fast, but I push hard, and she pushes back leaning her head against the door.

When I can hear her starting to breath hard I take my hand and move it down passing across her chest down to her pussy. I can feel myself almost ready to cum when I'm playing with her So I slow myself down and pull out until the only thing that is left in her is my head. I can feel her getting close too. With everything I can muster I push into her hard lifting her to her toes. Then she reached down to grab my hand letting me know to stop, but I don't remove my hand from her pussy. I just hold it there squeezing her lips together as she orgasms. She tightens her muscles around my dick, the feeling lets me know its OK to cum. I feel her fingers massaging my balls as I insert myself as hard as I can. I say her name in an almost angry tone and squeeze her lips together at the same time.

She took herself off of me, turned around and bent down on her knees. I had already finished so she pulls the condom off and starts licking me clean. I really like this, its the best way to finish and she likes the taste of my juices.

I follow her into the living room having not made it past the front door yet and take my shirt off and sit down on the floor in her living room. She followed me, taking the rest of her clothes off before sitting between my legs. We talked about what we both had to do the rest of the day and made tentative plans to go out again Friday morning.

I still had over an hour before I was expected to be in my office. So we sat there, her in my arms caressing her naked body. For some reason I noticed that she hadn't taken her sun visor or her sneakers off. I'm not sure why but I found it rather amusing that she was sitting there naked except for those. We fucked once more before I took a quick shower and hurried into work.

At 10:00 I couldn't remember if I had taken the used condoms with me or if she had said she would take care of them. I sent her a text letting her know I think I forgot my socks. She replied that she took care of them.

I Run

I run three to five days a week. It feels good to run, just you and the pavement. I don't run for time or distance, I go until I feel like turning around. Some days I will go to work early and run there, sometimes I will run near home, and there are days that I will just go to a new neighborhood and try something new.

This past spring I decided to make a wrong turn and see if I could find a shortcut through a housing development. In that housing development I bumped into a very beautiful girl who was out for a jog and asked for directions. Neither of us stopped running and we started talking. After what seemed like an eternity she started to walk so I slowed down along side her. After a few pleasantries we exchanged phone numbers and told each other that we would call and make plans to go for a jog together again. Since then we have ran together many times, she is a great person to talk to very attractive, and ready to go. Every time we went running after that I would drive to her house, and park my car so we could start together.

Any time you have two people of opposite sex together who are attracted to each other the topic of sex will come up. For us we got into a discussion about what we do after we are done running. I always go take a warm shower to relax my body and clean myself off. She said that the first thing she does when she gets home is to masturbate. This took me completely off guard, and that was the last thing said between us remotely sexual in nature. One day a few weeks later I mentioned to her that I was running late and needed to hurry home so I can get to work, She said that she would be happy to let me use her shower, and I was more than happy take her up on her offer.

She showed me around her house pointing out all the major rooms and where the towels were located across from the bathroom. I took a towel and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower so that it stung when I stepped under it. I stood there for a minute just feeling the water run off my back. Then the door opened I could see her naked silhouette as she walked across the bathroom to slide open the shower door. I didn't move as she stepped in and offered to clean me.

I couldn't hide my satisfaction as my penis slowly extended itself. She started by lathering up a loofah and sliding it across my chest, at the same time motioning for me to turn around. Her hands slid up my back and across each shoulder, slowly scrubbing me clean, her hands moved around me and I could feel her breasts press up against me. I lowered my head just in time to see her grab my fully erect dick. As she started to slowly slide the palm of her hand up and down my shaft I reached back to feel her hips and pull her closer. I just stood there holding her close as she slowly stroked me with the water running down my back. She continued until I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and grabbed the single towel.

I started to dry her off as she stood there completely naked. When I was done she did the same to me, she started with my chest, reaching around to do my back and butt, then she got down on her knees. Knowing what she was about to do I closed my eyes and took a breath. I felt her lips engulf the tip of my dick, her tongue meeting it as she slid it in her mouth. She didn't stop drying my legs off while she continued to lick me. I didn't touch her at all, I just stood there while she slid my shaft into her mouth.

Finally I had enough, I couldn't wait any longer and I motioned for her to pull back. She reached into the cabinet behind her and pulled out a condom, opened the package and slid it over me. I sat down on the toilet and leaned back, I had her hand in mine and pulled her to meet me. She stepped around my legs until my cock was touching her pussy, for a second she stood there with an almost evil grin on her face, I could see in her eyes that she was telling me to relax and that she would do all the work. I just lay back and relax as she pleasured herself on me moving me in and out. Then she just sat down with all her weight on my pelvis. I tightened my abs so that she could rub her clit on my stomach. I could feel the way her body tensed up that she was about to cum for me so I slid my hands up, away from where I had rested them on her thighs. I pulled her hips back and forth as she leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulders. I closed my eyes. I heard her inhale at the same time a gush of her juices gathered at the base of my dick. That set me off, knowing that she was satisfied, I finally let myself go. She could feel it too, my dick pulsing inside her as I came, somehow she knew to pull up and start sliding me in and out of her as vigorously as she could.

As soon as I was done she stoop up and walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her. I was completely surprised. I enjoyed it completely, and I sat there for a minute taking it all in. I was alone in her bathroom, and realized that I needed to hurry so I quickly washed myself off in the shower again, got dressed and walked out into the hallway. The house was empty. i called out her name a few times but nobody answered. the only trace of her I found there was a note on the front door that read "thanx - lock the door behind you and take this with you".

She sent me a text message this afternoon asking I I wanted to go for a run with her tomorrow.