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We are in the bedroom, snuggling up chatting, and kissing a little. I am totally horny and loving kissing her. I start to caress and kiss her body all over and she is liking it. I work my way to her inner thigh and eventually to her pussy. Soon I have my face buried in her sweet, wet pussy. It tastes and smells so incredibly good. I start out lightly, brushing against her outer lips and the space between her thighs and pussy. She is moaning and very receptive. After a little bit, I am licking around her labia, into her vagina and up around her clitoris. I spend a timeless evening of pleasure sucking, licking, kissing and enjoying every inch of her lusciousness. I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes she can cum when I am licking her pussy and I hope that tonight will be one of those times. Every once in a while, she makes a noise or movement that makes me think that things are moving in that direction. But then there are times where she is giving no response at all. The good responses happen frequently enough to keep me going and I aint complaining. But after a little bit, the good responses are less frequent and I am starting to get a little kink in my neck so I have to stop. But it was so nice to be there while I was.

We kiss a little and I play with her with my fingers. “Don’t you want to put your penis inside?” she says. Well, of course I do. But I didn’t want to just go straight for it like a brute. But now that she mentions it…. So we are having sex. It is slow and yummy. Feels really good. The sensations are hovering just a little below orgasm for a long time, but for some reason can’t seem to get over the threshold. I try variations on the position but nothing seems to get it there. Now, I begin to worry about what if I can’t cum and decide to stop while I am ahead and still enjoying it. It seems a little awkward.

Why do I always have to have an orgasm for sex to be sex? Hundreds of thousands of women don’t have orgasms during sex and it is ok. Maybe it is just in my head, but it seems that society pins the male orgasm as the defining hallmark of the sex act. It was really good feeling sex and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Yes, I love cumming and would love to do it all the time, but sometimes it is OK just to have sex.

We are in bed and kissing. DW asks me if I had looked at any porn today. (How does she know this??)

“Just, a little,” I say.
“What did you look at?”
“Um, just some random tits and stuff.”
“Like what?”
“The last pic I looked at was kind of a goth chick with perky tits and long legs. She was standing outside, only wearing black leather boots and had some tattoos.”
“Kind of like that girl from the movie?”
“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo? Lisbeth? No, not really. This one was better looking. The girl in the book was way hotter than the one in the movie too.”
“Like the girl from the glasses shop?”
“Yeah, kind of like her.”
“You’d want to do her.”
“Yeah, she’s kind of hot.”
“I think it would turn me on to watch you have sex with her.”
“Really? That might turn me on too. But I think I’d rather do it with you and her together.”
“Then you could have both of us nibble on you while we are having sex…”
“And she could lick your pussy while you suck on my dick…”

(Or something along these lines…)

And it continues. We are making out, fucking, and talking dirtier and dirtier. The conversation gets more explicit as DW describes the fantasy and I add to it. I am totally turned on.

DW does most of the talking. I always have a hard time coming up with sexy things to say during sex. I don’t know why, but she is better at it. I don’t always know if she is “really” into the fantasy or just playing it up for me, but it still turns me on.If I spent too much trying to know if she is into the fantasy or not, it would be too much of a distraction. Especially if I “found out” that she wasn’t. For whatever reason, it really matters to me a lot that she is enjoying whatever we are doing during sex. I have a hard time cumming or enjoying it if she is not. But hey, right now we are dealing with an imagined fantasy, so I suck down my chivalrous good intention and try to be a little self focused for a change.

I visualize DW making out with the eyeglass store salesgirl while I am fucking her. In my imagined fantasy, “her” is actually both DW and our goth salesgirl. There is something about a fantasy that lets you ignore the laws of physics and linear time-space and have your dick in two vaginas at the same time. I cum a good cum.

I am sitting in bed, writing my posts of the past three days and feeling horny. She is sitting at the desk on the other side of the room, naked, writing her posts. I so wish that she was sitting here next to me so I could grab her and kiss her and make love to her.

Then the baby wakes up… DW’s cousin has a newborn that sleeps 8 hours straight. Her sister’s youngest started sleeping through the night at 2 months. WTF. Why did all of our kids insist on waking up every 2-3 hours???

After baby is back in his crib, I attack DW before she can leave the bed and go back to the computer! We snuggle up to each other and start to kiss, and of course it feels super good. I am lusting after her body hardcore and I dedicate fondling, caressing, and kissing every inch of her body. I am pleasantly surprised that she is letting me do this for so long. She is ticklish (seems like in a good way), giggling, and squirming, and getting covered in goose bumps…. and WET.

After a little bit, she grabs my penis and pushes it into her vagina and we are having sex. It is feeling really great and seems to be turning her on a lot too. I am always so much more “into it” when she is turned on and showing it. Before too long, I am ready to cum and it is a powerful one. My body spasms as I am doing the final thrusts while my orgasm is building and it is concentrated in the tip of my penis. It explodes and I am left totally weak from the pleasure.

She doesn’t want to use the Lelo tonight, and that makes sense. I can imagine it must be really frustrating when it doesnt work that well. We snuggle up together though and fall asleep with a smile.

If every other day has been a busy day, today was a Holy Fuck Non-Stop Busy day.

DW is in a book club where once a year, each member gets a chance to host, providing dinner and a venue for conversation. Each member takes tremendous personal pride in how their event goes and it is a really big deal. I get a huge kick out of seeing DW have an incredible book club night when it is her turn. And this is that night. So, we spent the entire day together, on our feet, finalizing the preparations, cleaning the house, and cooking the feast. (And cleaning up afterwards.) As always, book club night was a fantastic success and everyone was raving over her dinner.

By the time the last guest headed home at One-Something in the morning we were exhausted. I had actually almost gone to sleep an hour or so previously with the rationale that DW would hopefully wake me up by sucking on my penis while I slept, or some other male fantasy like that. But there was a pile of laundry on the bed that needed to be folded and there were still dishes from their dinner in the sink to put in the washer. And I’m a nice guy……

We tidy up a little and get into bed. I joke that maybe we could just put it in for a “minute” and call it good. We snuggle up together though and lay facing each other on our side, kissing and fondling. It feels yummy and good and we start to have sex in this sideways position. My back begins to hurt a little so I move up to straddle her lower leg with her leg laying across my lap. It is feeling REALLY good and the combination of her leg laying over and tight wet pussy are hitting all the right spots on my dick. Kind of like this but with the leg down, not up…

After I cum she is feeling like it too and we get Lelo out of the bag. It takes forever and a little longer. I am doing all I can think of to help by caressing and fondling but nothing seems to be working. After quite a while, she turns it off with a whispered “dammit!” Lelo has failed us. It is time to go shopping for a more effective vibe. Dang.

The days fly by! Busy with kids, work, & life…. I am actually writing this (And days 11 & 13) on Wednesday night because we have been so swamped that neither of us has written out our posts. I don’t even remember off the top of my head what happened on Monday during the day and into the evening. I am sure it was busy though because I do remember though that we had some fun sex at night…. late that night.

But the details are fuzzy. I am hoping that more come to mind as I write. I am remembering that I went to the store for groceries and made a monstrously huge batch of my famous fresh salsa for DW’s book club get-together on Tuesday. Then had to spend an inordinate amount of time doing dishes and cleaning up the mess.

I know was looking forward to getting in bed with my hot wifey and a little frustrated that we are getting to bed super late again. Worried that #3 will wake up early again, but thank God, he does not.

Things are finally finished up and we get in bed. We kiss and caress and fondle each other. I am aroused and half-erect but takes a minute longer for me to get totally hard. Not too long though. We are laying on our sides and I go inside her. She is nice and wet. She plays with my balls and between my legs, totally turns me on. Pretty soon, we are just about in “scissors” position and grinding against each other’s crotches. Her moans and sounds are getting me off in a big way. We fuck harder and faster and I cum.  It was not as strong as last night but pretty damn good!

She opts not to try for an orgasm again. I am a little bummed because I love being with her when she does. But it is now well past midnight and we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

Sunday was a great day. Hung out with the boys and watched Power Rangers in the morning. Made a mid morning brunch of super yummy Æbleskivers. Tidied up the garage and made a skateboard ramp for #1. Then, we took a Sunday drive into the hills to see the leaves changing color and had dinner at an old pizza joint on the other side of the mountain.

After this busy day ended, we got the kids shuffled off to bed and put #3 in his cradle swing out in the hallway so we could have a little privacy. We both finished up our day 10 posts and chatted for a little about the past couple of days.

I think we were both horny and curious to see how things would turn out with sex tonight. I was pretty positive and felt like I was pretty much over the mis-steps of the previous two days.

My cold-sore is now 100% healed up so there is no reason not to get right into some lip-mashing goodness.  We kiss and make out for a while, she tells me that it IS ok to touch her left breast and tummy and we joke about it a little. I am getting rock hard and totally turned on. So is she. She grabs my dick and plays with it, using it to rub her vagina and clit. This is totally turning me on even more. She puts me inside of her and we are fucking while kissing. I am totally into this and loving it. Did I mention I am turned on?

Then the baby wakes up and starts crying.

Try to block it out….. Nope….. Can I cum before he starts to scream? Nope…. Oh, tha pressha.

I decide that the best thing to do is get him taken care of and then we come back and work on cumming. Fast forward 30 minutes. Baby back in bed, me back in my lady. Things are feeling good again. We have some good sex and I have an explosive orgasm. It is late in the evening and she decides not use the vibe. We clean up and get back in bed. Back tickles and some good rest. Broken the losing streak. Kicked out the head demons and replacement referees. The world can begin to rotate again.

I was determined not to have a repeat of day 9. Although it was a slight improvement, I can’t say it was what I had hoped.

It was another busy busy day. Our niece and nephew had slept over with the boys the night before and combined with all of the Saturday kids’ sports events that we had to shuttle around to, it was a madhouse here. We never got a chance to talk about the night before and despite all of my intentions, once again it is not until late that we have time alone.

I hadn’t done my day 9 post yet so we sit together on the sofa. She reads her book club book while I start typing. It is hard to collect and write my thoughts about the experience. I start, erase, and re-start several times. A few times I consider just writing “It fucking sucked” and being done with it. But somehow, I manage to pull the words together.  I am only about halfway through the account when DW begins to put her stuff away, brush her teeth, and get ready to head to the bedroom. Dang it, I do NOT want to have sex in there again tonight.

I save my work and close my laptop just in time to catch her before she goes in. I propose that we stay out here where we can see each other, where there is no white noise CD playing, and where we don’t have to worry about waking the baby. To my relief she agrees and we head for the couch. But she turns out the lights anyway. I really want this to work out and I start out kissing her face, lips, and neck. I am trying to be sensual and “feel” it. But dammit, there is this entire area between her hips and her neck that I’m not allowed to touch anymore. I move my hands to her legs to caress. Suddenly I don’t know what the fuck I am doing. I am not getting any kind of physical response from her. I feel like I am fumbling around like a 14-year-old. It is totally dark and I can’t see what she is doing or if my clumsy efforts are feeling at all good for her. Cue the over analyzing, self-conscious and self debasing head game screenplay; and I just might be winning an Emmy for “Worst Tragedy” tonight.

She can tell I am blowing it though and pulls me in close to her. Our bodies are pressing tightly together. We kiss a little and things are really feeling good. I am able to get back into the moment and my penis is hard. I go inside of her and we start having slow, yummy sex. We are both really enjoying things and it feels wonderful. But somewhere in the back of my mind, there is this cancerous reminder of how the night before had gone and my inner demons are still watching the movie. It is the only thing getting in the way of the here and now and I can’t shut them down. I am suddenly worried that I am taking too long to cum and I am going to hurt her. I changed the way I was thrusting to try to get more sensation to my dick so I can cum but now it is causing her to dry out a little.  Now I am worrying about this too. Good fuck. What is my problem? I suck. Why can’t I just have sex? The pressure to perform (cum) is on again and my inner Siskel & Ebert are tearing me apart. I get very sad and my penis turns off. I feel totally, totally worthless and impotent.

We go to bed where we snuggle for a little while and I tickle her back. She can tell I feel bad and tries to make me feel a little better with a squeeze. The baby wakes up and needs to be fed. I go back to writing my Day 9 post and feeling like shit.

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Fast forward to 3:30 AM. Baby has awoken a second time, been fed again, and put back down. The 60 minutes of sleep I have had so far tonight helped calm me and even though I am still feeling pretty fragile,  I am kind of horny. Although we did technically have sex it didn’t end well and I am hoping for some sort of closure.  In retrospect, I was just setting myself up for failure.

I debated for a minute on whether or not to suggest it and finally decided to go for it. I snuggle up close to her. “You wanna wanna?”  (One of our long-time code words for sex) Her response isn’t super enthusiastic. Crap. But she does turn over to me. She feels my penis. “You’re not hard yet?” she says. Double Crap. Why didn’t I try to get it up before asking the question? Here comes the pressure. She plays with my dick for a short while to help me out. My stupid ass psyche is back playing mind games on me again and my dick is not responding quickly. She stops. “I dont wanna do this.” and turns back over the other way.

God dammit. My self critic is back in full swing. I am a fuck up. All the sadness and disappointment of the past two days floods back in a rush. I walk out of the room and spend the next 30 minutes staring at the darkness on the sofa. For that moment, I feel like I will never be the same again.

Things can certainly turn on a dime. I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around what happened or how it went downhill so quickly. Looking back, it seems that the day was a bit off-kilter to begin with though so maybe it was doomed from the start. I was extremely stressed out all day with finances and work. Some things weren’t going well on a project for a client that I needed to get finished up so we can get paid. DW seemed constantly on edge.  And it probably didn’t help that by the end of the day we are both dead tired.

Despite all this, I was still enjoying the afterglow of day 8 and looking forward to getting things going. But I knew that with all the regular daily obligations, to-do’s, and kids it was going to be late again. Somehow we have to change that.

When we are finally alone (again in a darkened room with the baby’s white noise CD screaming in the corner) She is already laying in bed, naked and I strip and climb in with her. I am really wanting her and dying to kiss her. My cold sore isn’t totally healed yet so I can’t go for her lips. I come up behind her and snuggle up with my arms around her. I nibble on her ear and neck. There is a little spot on the right side just above her collar bone that is usually pretty sensitive in a good way and I go for that. She squirms and giggles a little but turns her body away. She tells me that she is probably going to need some K-Y today and asks me to get it. The request feels a little abrupt.

A few times during the day, I had tried to caress or reach out to DW with my hand or foot. Maybe I was little overbearing, maybe something totally unrelated was bothering her, or maybe it was all in my head, but it seemed that every time I did, she was a little irritated by it. This comes flooding back into my mind now and I feel a bit deflated. I get the K-Y and Lelo and bring them back to the bed. Lelo is in a silk bag so I open it first so that we don’t get K-Y on the fabric. DW sounds bugged that I am not opening up the ziploc baggie that contains the bottle of K-Y. It is pitch-black in the room and we need a little light so she can see where to put the drops on her vagina and clitoris. The light from Lelo’s LED isn’t quite bright enough so I have to get my cell phone and turn on the screen for more light. She seems to be getting more bugged by the minute. Turn the deflated meter a couple more notches but try to let it go.

She starts to use Lelo on herself and I lay next to her. I caress her neck and chest, and down her left breast. I am trying to stay clear of her sensitive right nipple, but when I get to her tummy she swats my hand away. What?? She says it tickles too much when I touch her tummy and that she gets major anxiety when I touch either of her breasts because of the sore right nipple. I get what she is saying about her nipple but am confused a bit because I have been caressing her in these other places for the past 7 days and it seemed like it was ok. I have been as careful as I can be not to touch the right nipple area, but now the left breast and tummy are off limits as well. We talk about it. She says it has been this way the entire time she has been breastfeeding. I don’t remember that. I try to salvage what I can of the mood and my libido by caressing her thigh but within a few moments, my hand is pushed away from there as well. I am now totally flustered and emotionally hurt. 🙁

But OK, so sometimes she just needs a little space. Sometimes it is distracting for her to have me caress her when she is trying to cum. I stop so she can focus on her… and because I am now at a complete loss as to what to do. Suddenly she stops and puts away the vibe. She is pissed.  “So you’re just done?” I ask. “Well, you’re not doing anything to help.” is the reply. What am I supposed to do when she doesn’t want me to touch her?? I don’t know what to say. And if I said anything, it would probably be the wrong thing and things will get worse. This bites. A minute later, the baby wakes up and starts to cry. I want to cry too.

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Sometime in the middle of the night…. I wake up as she snuggles up to me and starts playing with my penis. It feels good and I instantly start to get hard. I feel happy that she still wants to do this tonight. I didn’t think she was going to touch me for a day or more and I had been certain that she didn’t want me to touch her at all.

I turn to face her and we embrace. I roll on top of her and she guides my penis inside. Despite this feeling SO good, I am still emotionally messed from earlier.  I try my hardest to push it all aside and just focus on the here and now. To just be in the moment and make love. It seriously feels so incredibly good to have her holding me and running her hands all over my body and my penis feels wonderful inside her. But the tip of my penis is totally numb. I am rock hard but I can’t feel anything there.  I clear out my mind, concentrating on the sensations.  I feel her hands on my body and her legs wrapped around me. I try several different thrusting positions, faster, slower, deeper, shallower. The pressure to perform is starting to make me self conscious. I realize that it isn’t going to get better. I should be ready to explode but instead I am starting to feel incredibly sad.

I tell her that I don’t think I am going to be able to cum. We stop. I can’t believe this is happening like this. I feel absolutely horrible and I am sure that she does too. She rolls over and I tickle her back for as long as I possibly can before sleep takes over. Tickling her back is one of the ways I say “I Love You.” I pray that she feels this right now.

The evening started off simple enough. We are kicking back on the bed, finishing up our posts from the night before. We had the lights off because #3 was asleep in his crib across the room. Writing my post about day 7 was starting to give me a boner so I took off my clothes and played with myself as I typed. When I finished my post, I closed the laptop and we read our recent posts together on my cell phone in the darkened room.

I caressed her legs and labia and she started up Lelo. When my cock got hard, she asked if I wanted to go inside of her. I’m not going to turn down that invitation! As she massages her clit, I insert the tip of my penis into her warm vagina. I love the way it feels when I first enter her. The way she wraps around my dick so perfectly.  Yum!

For a while, we do this. She has Lelo massaging her pussy and I am slowly moving in and out of her. I play with my balls and run my fingers around her labia, across her thighs and up her torso to her breasts and perfect neck. We are pretty quiet, except for moans of pleasure here and there. Just the darkness and our bodies, and the feel-good nature of slow gentle sex. Then her moans get more intense and she cums. Her legs squeeze around my ass and her pussy pulses tightly on my dick with the contractions of her orgasm.

After she cums, I slide in deeper, feeling her clitoral mound pushing against me. The smooth and silky sensations are cascading like waves where we grind together. My penis is wrapped up in a blanket of lush softness. She feels totally relaxed and the little bumps inside her vagina tease my sensitive penis like nothing else. I am loving every second of this closeness and don’t want this to stop. I am falling into her whole body when my orgasm explodes. One of those intense, slow-motion explosions. The kind that carries you away into a dream that goes on forever.

But what I am really trying to say is: “Damn, that was good!”

HOLY SHIVERS! Things turned out a little better than I expected today.

The day was going like absolute crap. I was in a total funk. My back was killing me, I couldn’t concentrate on work, I was massively stressed out about our finances, the kids were really getting on my nerves, and I had an incredible searing, knife-stabbing pain in my abdomen.  Not a happy camper.

After I got the kids in bed I flopped down on our bed exhausted. My back was on fire and a jolt of electricity shot through me like I had stuck my face in a light socket. All I wanted to do was to curl up in the fetal position under the covers and fall asleep.

But my magical lady has a way of making me feel alright. She tells me to just lay there and relax as she’ll just have to get on top of me. The look in her eyes  and smile on her face makes me forget the pain for a moment and I take off my clothes as she comes over and grabs my dick and starts to suck on it.

I love it when she does this! After a minute and when I am raging hard she stops and I think she is going to transition to sex but she starts to kiss and nibble on my side and hips. GOOD FUCK, what is happening??? We always knew I had a sensitive spot on each side of my body where the hip meets the groin. But this was something else I have NEVER experienced! She spent the next, what seemed like an hour, running up and down both sides of my body kissing, licking, and nibbling while I turned into a quivering pile of ecstatic pleasure. It felt like I was having an orgasm without cumming and I wonder if, had she gone on, I could have came. Eventually it was too much and I begged to be inside of her. If only there was some way that she could have been fucking me while licking and nibbling my sensitive body at the same time. I probably would have been such a mind blowing  sensation that my heart would have exploded. Seriously, it felt that good.

She mounted my cock and began to gyrate her hips and ride me like an animal. I was so turned on it was incredible and we fucked for several minutes. A couple of times, I got close to cumming but my back was still in pain and although I tried to be gentle on myself, I couldn’t help but thrust and grind as well. After a little longer, the pain was getting to be too much and we recognized that I probably wasn’t going to be able to cum in this position.

We switched and I got on top. The change gave my back a little relief for a moment and for some reason, I cum a little easier like this. Her pussy was tight and she squeezed a little extra tighter too. I pulled and thrust such that just the first few inches of my rock-hard dick were entering her. As the tip of my penis pushed into her warm pussy again and again, the sensations left over from her earlier nibbling and caresses ROCKED my body into an orgasm that went on and on and on!

My GOD, I can’t wait to do that again. Whoever said the Seventh Day was for resting is dead wrong! 😉