be careful what you wish for

In my last entry, I spelled out what I needed and I suppose I should have been a little more careful describing that because I got it -- in spades.

Sunday afternoon BH announced we were going to be busy the next few hours – in bed. After showering, we headed for the bedroom. I can’t begin to explain what happen next with any great detail because BH pulled out all of the stops (and whatever tricks she had stored up) and went to town… so to speak. What happened is very much a blur.

For I don’t know how long (but it must have been a couple of hours at minimum), she devoured me. Every inch of my body was touched, licked and sucked.

For what seemed like forever, she kissed me – her tongue darting furiously in my mouth as she played with my chest, pulled on my nipples, and occasionally stroked my cock. I was so turned on, I wanted to fuck her right away, but she was having none of it. At some point, she spent a long time just slowly rubbing that most sensitive part of the male anatomy – the underside of the head… sometimes hard, sometimes infuriatingly slow and light… my mind reeled and at some points I felt dizzy.

By the time she took my cock in her mouth, I was in a continual state of bordering on orgasm… She’d spend a few moments of furious sucking and then pull back to lick the length of my rock-hard shaft. Every one in awhile, she’d run her teeth over the head of my cock – applying just the right pressure. Thinking back on it, I lost a great deal of dignity yesterday afternoon – I was reduced to a moaning, writhing slut… thrusting my hips up wildly to meet her tongue and mouth. There was a particularly vulnerable moment where she commanded that I get on all fours on the bed and she kneeled behind me and with one hand, reached under me to stroke my cock and used her other hand to finger my ass. Again, I was whining and moaning like a baby and each time I looked back, she was staring at me with a crooked smile on her face… that taunting look that doesn’t help matters at all.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, she suggested we take a break and get a glass of water… I didn’t think I could do that – I so badly wanted to fuck her, to cum. She was apparently running the show as get water, we did. It will take a long time to forget the next scene. There we were, she sitting on a chair in the kitchen, me standing in front of her in a bathrobe. She began stroking my cock again, and I was thrusting my hips forward, guiding her hands down my pulsing shaft and over my balls and ass… there was not a stitch of pride left in me. I begged her to let me fuck her, to let me make myself cum, but she warned me sternly against that course of action. As if I hadn’t had enough, she reached between her legs (the whole time staring into my eyes) and cupped her hand over her pussy. I am not exaggerating at all when I say that she came back with a handful of her own secretions – it was literally dripping between her fingers in long strings of sticky cream. She brought it to me and rubbed it over my cock and chest… I came close to coming right then…

Eventually, we were back in bed. There was a great deal more touching, licking and sucking – all done by her. Every time I tried to touch her, she backed away. There did finally come a time when she finally let me touch her. I began rubbing her clit and finger-fucking her and it was now her turn to moan and thrust her hips against me. Somehow, I wound up fingering her ass and cunt while she rubbed her clit with great abandon. In no time at all, she cried out and came – her whole body shaking for quite some time.

Now if you knew BH, you’d know that after cumming, she MUST fuck. It’s pre-ordained and has always been that way. So imagine my surprise when I went to mount her and she roughly pushed me away.

Like I said, my memory of the afternoon is far from complete – there was a lengthy session of more sucking, touching and tonguing without any fucking. I vaguely remember my balls beginning to hurt from the extreme excitement I was feeling. There was more that one occasion where I really thought I might pass out… There are positions we wound up in that I cannot begin to describe… she was sitting in bed and I just had my legs wrapped around her… I was using whatever piece of her body was in reach to rub my cock against… I shudder as I remember now how at some point I was playing with my own nipples and begging her to touch me and to play with my ass…

When she finally did let me fuck her, I didn’t last long at all… possibly 45 seconds. I have never, ever cum so hard in my life. Come to think of it, I have never, ever been that turned on in my life. Never.

When the fucking was over and I was breathing again, I tried to get up and I felt like someone had swung a sledgehammer between my legs. My balls ached and for at least an hour afterwards, I was so sore that all I could do was lie in a fetal position on the couch and try and let the pain go away. For awhile, it was a little scary how sore I was…

I’m not complaining about the pain. Two hours later, we were back in bed touching each other and fucking again… all’s fair in love, war, and fucking.

This was a surreal experience and I want to do it again… soon, very soon.

- him

on being needy

It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks. After two long-distance business trips and a nasty bout of flu, we finally have a free, “quiet” weekend and I feel the need to put it to good use.

It has been far too long since I dedicated (and not for lack of wanting to, believe me) some time to touring indecentblogging and catching up on all the “news”.

BH and I managed to find some quality time (however brief) to jump into bed and there are some moments I won’t soon forget. She has done a good job documenting a couple of these instances on her blog. But now I’m ready for more… I’m ready for the kind of sex that leaves you thinking afterwards that you may never be able to have sex again… you know, the kind that leaves you breathing heavy, body parts groaning etc. After the go-go schedule of the last couple of weeks, I need some grounding.

I long for the memories of recent past – the ones that involve visions of BH kneeling on the bed, taking care to keep her ass in the air and her legs spread wide as I thrust a couple of fingers into her gaping, wet cunt from behind. I long for that look on her face, and the noises she makes as I’m fucking her for the third time while pinning her arms above her head.

But I’ll let you in on a secret, I long also, to be “handled”. I want BH to tease me… to repeatedly bring me to the edge… I need her to rub me, lick me, and suck me until I think my head is going to explode. Occasionally she’ll stop and claim we need to take a break and she watch me walking around with a ridiculously large (or at least I’d like to think so) tent in my pants… and she’s smiling at me in a mocking sort of way and I feel just a little bit humiliated. And we’ll land in bed again and it will start all over and eventually, my mind is splintered in to many little pieces – enough so that all inhibition is gone and I’m begging her to use the bunny on me… to rub it over my cock, my balls, and between my legs… And still I’ll feel a little embarrassed and that will only add to my excitement… she’ll play with my nipples and lick my chest and stomach until my upper body is glistening with her saliva… and it’s so naughty. Eventually, I’ll be so hot that I’ll do anything she wants… and I will be the one on all fours with my ass in the air… and again, I’ll feel a little funny about this… and love it.

And sometime after all of this, we’ll finally get to the point where we can fuck no more and it will be at that point that we sit somewhere in each other’s arms and the smell of sex will envelope us… and it will be then that I plot my revenge on her…

Hmm, should probably have waited to write this… BH is not around and I’m all alone at home with nothing to fuck. I’m unbelievably turned on and needy right now… Ok, I think I’ll tour indecentblogging… that should help, right?

- him

same words, different meaning

For the past four weeks, anytime BH referred to my husbandly duties, it was used in the same sentence as eat me or I need sex. Cool.

Tonight, she used the term in the same sentence as take out the garbage. How's that for an unwelcome infusion of reality?

Needless to say, I know my place. The garbage is out and when the time is right, her pussy will be eaten.

- him

the zenith plus affair

The humming was what they noticed most at first.

It was a constant, almost pulsing sound – ever-present, but not loud enough that they could permit themselves the luxury of forgetting where they were. She especially, was finding it hard to stifle her moans, and he wasn’t helping…

They were ensconced in a cylindrical “sun machine” – getting a head-start on summer by making a visit to the local tanning salon. The girl at the front desk had given them a funny look when they booked 30 minutes in the Zenith-Plus and told her they’d be going in together.

The Zenith-Plus is a stand-up affair: from the outside, it looks like a miniature silo and inside, the circular perimeter is made of many powerful tanning bulbs. They were in their own room, but the walls didn’t quite meet the ceiling and they could clearly hear the girl at the front desk talking on the phone.

It started innocently enough. They got undressed, pressed the big “on” button on the front of the machine and stepped inside. The Zenith was really built for one, so while they could both fit, it was rather tight. The cramped interior only helped to amplify the sudden onset of heat as the bulbs reached maximum intensity. They stood back-to-back soaking up the artificial rays. As they moved and changed position from time to time, their bodies would accidentally come in contact and the feeling of skin on skin began to distract him.

At some point, she turned around to face him, and he couldn’t resist: he put a hand behind her head and drew her face to his… their lips touched and her mouth opened to invite his tongue. As he drew closer, the sensation of her sweaty body against his, excited him. Her nipples were very erect and cool and hard against his chest. Their tongues lazily explored each other’s mouths and the combination of the humming and the heat caused his head to swim a little.

A sudden wave of desire overtook him, and he roughly turned her around and pressed her up against the glass wall. Her face was pushed sideways and her breasts flattened against the warm glass. She was instantly aware of the slow, ebbing vibration that invaded her body by way of her nipples… it was subtle enough that it was maddening. He leaned in to her from behind, pressing her hard… he lifted her hair and licked the back of her neck and shoulders… as passion welled up inside of him, he nibbled and bit her… taking her flesh between his teeth and pulling softly. His cock was hard and he began to slide it up and down between her ass cheeks.

His movements were both deliberate and frantic. They were both sweating profusely now and their bodies slid against one another -- oiled with sweat and passion. Her nipples were hot now and as they continued to be pressed against the thin layer of glass separating her from the glowing bulbs, the vibration was driving her crazy. He cupped a hand between her spread legs, and ran his fingers over her cunt. Owing to factors other than just the heat, her pussy was a wet, slippery mess. He used a second hand to cover her mouth, as he continued to run his fingers over her oily slit – back and forth, from her asshole to her clit. She rotated her hips and pushed back against his hand as he rubbed with increasing pressure.

Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of her and started to finger-fuck her roughly. She moaned into his hand and bit his palm. Still, the humming continued and the room smelled of sex. He pulled his hands away and resumed sliding his cock up and down between her ass cheeks. He reached around to cup her breasts and the sweat was running down in rivulets between her back and his chest. She turned her face around, and with a little work, they were able to lock lips – their tongues now furiously invading each other’s mouths.

The whole time, they could hear people coming and going outside. Occasionally, because of the space between the top of the walls and the ceiling, a passerby would cast a brief shadow over the room and the fact that people were so close while going about their own business, made what they were doing, all the more exciting.

He turned her around so that her back was against the wall. He took a good look at her standing there – her eyes were half-closed, looking at him with an expression of intense lust, her hair matted against her head, and her skin sporting a wet sheen. He motioned for her to stand with her legs spread a little wider… and she did. She reached out briefly to run her hands over his slippery chest --- paying special attention to his nipples. She pulled him a little closer while she stuck out her tongue to run it over one of them while she pulled at the other.

He reached down and took his sweaty cock in one hand, rubbing the head and teasing her slit with it. Realizing that time was going to run out, he lowered himself to his knees. He looked up to her face and watched with amusement at her expression as his tongue darted out between his lips – she knew where it was headed.

The aroma of her pussy wafted over him as his face drew closer. The taste was a little salty and very musky. As he took his first lick, copious amounts of sweet nectar fell on his tongue… literally seeping out of her sopping wet gash. She cupped one of her own hands over her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud. And again, his tongue brushed the length of her slit… she was incredibly wet. Without warning, he buried his face between her legs and shoved his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, his nose pressed against her clit. He used one hand to reach around and play with her ass. Her body naturally began to squirm and buck, but the combination of his face pressed tightly against her gushing pussy, and his hand between her ass cheeks, left her with no room to maneuver at all.

When he pulled back to catch his breath she looked down and was a little shocked by what she saw. His entire face was covered in an oily combination of her fuck lube and his sweat. Knowing that it would drive him crazy, she ran her two hands over her cunt and then through his hair. The air in the Zenith-Plus was now heavier than a July evening before a thunderstorm – it was sticky-hot and the smell was intense. Surely everyone else in the salon knew what was going on -- no matter how quiet they were trying to be.

It didn’t matter to him – he shoved his face back between her sweaty thighs and used his tongue to fuck her. The fingers on one of his hands closed over her clit – rubbing and pulling it roughly while the other hand reached under her to play with her asshole.

There was no helping it now – she was moaning and occasionally banged back against the wall of the machine. His pinky finger buried itself to the second knuckle in her ass while he continued to tongue-fuck her. Sweat was running down her thighs over the sides of his face, as her fuck lube continued to pour down over his nose and mouth. He could hardly breathe but it didn’t matter as she was going to cum very soon now… She was bearing down on him – mashing her engorged clit against his nose, riding his pinky finger… and moaning as quietly as she could.

And then it started… Her hips locked around his head… her cunt rocking spasmodically against his tongue, her hands cupping and mashing her breasts… the waves of her orgasm washed over her again and again… he was for that brief moment, nothing more than a fuck toy… something she could rub her slippery, messy cunt over… again and again…

Just as the waves subsided, there was a short buzzing sound and the a “pop” as the bulbs clicked off and the machine’s hum vanished as quickly as it began.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to get dressed but they looked like hell… like hurricane survivors. Yes, they got funny looks from the girl behind the front desk as they thanked her and made a dash for the door.

They were in a hurry – not because they were embarrassed but because there was much more to take care of as soon as they got home…

- him

quickie

Went to tuck BH into bed tonight and she whispered into my ear

I need sex

Me too – it’s been almost a week, and as she told me afterwards, the best part was just the feeling of our two bodies – skin to skin – melding together.

There was zero foreplay; we undressed, I got on top and slid into her easily. It started with slow, deep grinding and ended up in a good pounding.

All is right with the world tonight and I don’t think I’ll have trouble falling asleep.

- him

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