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Holy crap! And sing Praises! I finally had an orgasm! In fact, three!!! Thank the Laawd!

My darling, hard working, sleep deprived husband needed a break. I made him go to bed at 9:00 pm. I cleaned the kitchen and house, finished a post, and came to bed at midnight.

The baby woke up and so did the husband. I fed the baby and DH put the baby back to bed. We were both up and ready to roll. I was so glad and I am sure DH was so glad that he got a little nap. I wasn’t sure how we were going to have sex this night with DH going to bed so early without me. But it worked out to our advantage.

This night was a night that I was horny. I can’t always know when I will be horny, it strikes when I least expect it. I mean, when I get into sex I get horny, but this was the ‘before sex horny’. I’ve been ovulating for a week or so it seems, totally clueless on what’s going on with my body right now). It could’ve been the, ‘it was just the right time and hitting all the right places on my body horny’, or the ‘I’m ovulating horny’. I don’t know which.

I know when DH is horny or really getting turned on because he breathes differently. Haha. It’s true. I don’t think I’ve ever told him this. But it is true. There is a different breathing pattern he has that I know is the ‘Holy fuck he is turned on’.

I ask DH to go get the Lube and the LELO. Both of them a ‘just in case, ya never know’. Hell, I’ll try the Lelo tonight! I’m feeling crazy! I go ahead and try the vibrator tonight and Wabam, shazam, orgasm! I hit it over the top! Finally! It was pretty dang quick and easy breezy. I say without hesitation, “I’m having another”. I try for a second, better than the first! I try for a third, three’s a charm!

Aaaaah! Finally! I crossed over the damn hump! I guess I was horny enough to have some orgasms. Horny enough to have the Lelo work. It was easy to reach orgasm. It didn’t stress me out or give me a headache. Just pure bliss and a release of some damn good hormones!

I don’t even remember what was happening with my partner tonight. I guess I had sex brain, it’s all a little foggy after my orgasms. Seriously, clueless. 🙂

 

Nothing says sexy like being covered in shit. And nothing says “Oh Shit” like hearing a loud gurgling noise coming from the bathroom. And nothing says “SHIT” like spending four hours draining the house’s backed up plumbing, cleaning out clogged pipes, and then washing the floors and counter tops where all of the sewer water had flooded. And then I crawl into bed at 3:00 AM.

Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, even at 3 AM, but this time I am exhausted and just want to go to sleep. Duty calls though, and we did commit to this challenge. Thank God my DW is a trooper and as soon as I get showered and into bed, she is working on my penis. Within no time at all, she has gotten me hard and is sucking on me like a porn star. The tiredness begins to fade just a little and this feels great. But the fog of exhaustion is constantly battling with my libido for control over my mind. Twice, I catch myself almost passing out but being kept in the game by my awesome wife.

We transition to straight sex and things are good. She is tight and wet. (I think she is ovulating and that always makes for a slippery va-gi-gi.) The good feeling is there but the exhaustion is winning and my back is hurting from spending so much time bent under the sink. It takes a lot longer than I would hope and eventually I have to throw in the towel.

We snuggle up together and I tickle her back for as long as I can…. But I am sure I was asleep in mere seconds.

Wahoo, Day 20! Wow! It doesn’t seem like a lot of days, but it is for us in a row. 345 days to go!

I think that I have a piece of ripped skin, like from a blister, inside my upper mouth from the blow job I gave my husband last night. Where else would I have gotten it? DH thinks it’s from the hot coffee I had a couple days a go, but I only remember that burning my tongue.

We had a lovely late night last night fixing some plumbing problems that ended with a clean up until 2 in the morning. Nothing like cleaning shit to get you in the mood. 🙂

I wasn’t really in the mood to make-out, so I started sucking on hubby’s penis instead. I do love giving a BJ. I knew DH was tired but I knew he was enjoying it to, even though he probably wanted to fall asleep. We went into missionary position and variations of this popular position. We were both enjoying and had sex for a while, longer than I thought we would last. I finally asked him while I heard him moan with some pain, probably back pain, I hope, “Do you need to stop?” I would normally be bugged and take it personally that he didn’t cum, but I realize that we can’t control everything, and to enjoy what we have and make the best of all the sex we are having.

We did stop and get into spooning position. I got my book out and read hoping for a little back tickle. I got one! Even at 3:00 am my sweet husband gives me a back tickle for as long as he can. I married above myself.

I am pretty sure that I have never put this much thought into the sexual side of any relationship, ever. And we have never talked this much about this side of our relationship ever before either. It is a lot of fun to sit together talking and writing about it.  I feel like I am learning a lot more about DW’s likes and dislikes. Even after being together for more than 12 years. Much of it I already knew on one level or another but this is really bringing it to a more conscious place.  This is really neat. And believe it or not, I am thinking about sex more often during the day as well.

This day is a great example. I am horny for her every second of the entire day. I can’t keep my hands off of her. Every chance I get, I steal a kiss or cop a feel. 🙂 The day comes to an end, and as has become our routine, we are chilling in the living room working on our blog posts. I have begun writing Day 17’s post and am getting even more horny as I describe the sex. It isn’t long before I have a raging boner.

I am sitting on the floor with my computer on my lap and my penis trying to bore a hole through it. I push my computer forward a little and pull the waistband of my sweats down enough to free willie. It stands up vertically above my keyboard like the Washington Monument. DW sees it out of the corner of her eye and does a double-take. She whips out her cell phone and takes a few pictures.

I have set the mood and we both close our computers mid-post and head for the bedroom. It is a really fun and playful session. She is really wet, we both are really enjoying it and having fun. At one time, we start kissing and I accidentally slip her the tongue a little too early. “Ooops!” I am getting better at catching this but usually too late. “Sorry.” She proceeds to laugh and slide her tongue all over my face to get me back for this heinous faux pas and I am obliged to retaliate with more tonguing as well. This comedy repeats a couple more times throughout the night as we make love.

Good fun sex.

OK, I am in trouble. And I am slothful. While DW has been faithfully taking notes and doing her blog posts, I have been falling behind. It is really day 22 right now and here I am trying to get caught up way back on 18. I can’t believe how easy and how fast I fell behind.

I don’t think that we have mentioned this yet, but when we started out on this journey, we agreed that neither of us would read the other person’s drafts or final posts until both of us have finished our posts for the day in question. This lets us tell the story from our own viewpoints without being influenced by what the other person is thinking or feeling about it. Overall it has been really fun to see how & where our perspective and experiences have been similar or different.

This also means two things as relates to falling behind:

1. I am dying to see what DW has written about the past few days.
2. Being a man, my memory of the past 5 days is a little hazy. So it might be hard for me to remember exactly what we did on each day and I am not allowed to read her posts to refresh my memory.
3. This makes me sad. I can’t fall behind again. (Okay, that is three things.)

But I am allowed to ask her to refresh my memory a little. So, I did. DW gave me a few little details… let me see if I can fill in the blanks.

She is dead tired today. Most likely #3 had kept us up last night and sleep was a little lacking. Several times DW says that she doesn’t want to have sex tonight. She says it so much that I begin to wonder if I am going to have force myself on her or do something drastic.

It was a very pleasant surprise then when we get in bed and she immediately snuggles up alongside me and lays her head on my shoulder. She puts her leg across my torso and her arm across my chest. Loving this! This is one of my favorite positions to snuggle and fall asleep in. I am tickling her back and running my hands through her hair with one hand and caressing her leg with the other. She is running her fingers across my chest and torso and snuggled up close. It feels so cozy, close and comfortable, and I never want it to end. (Did you know that men who reported frequent cuddling are three times as happy on average as those who do not?)

Before long, we are both quite aroused and our caressing naturally moves down to each other’s (and our own) erogenous zones.  For a long time, we are just feeling, caressing, and loving the sensations. DW begins to masturbate and it is turning me on big time. I am masturbating as well and sometimes caressing her thighs, tummy, breasts, neck, head, and around her vagina. She comes close to orgasm a few times and I could probably cum as well. I put my penis inside of her and slowly move in and out as she is playing with her clitoris. It is delicious.

Thump-thump-thump-a-thump-thump-thump-a-thump-…… The damn washing machine is out of balance and banging against the wall upstairs. Bad timing! DW continues to masturbate while I grab my robe and hurry out to move the wet towels before it wakes up everyone in the house. As I run up the stairs and into the laundry room, my bathrobe falls open. My erection is mostly down but my penis is still hugely engorged. It is hanging out and still very wet from sex. I catch myself thinking how good it looks like this. I hope I don’t sound vain to say that I like my dick.

Back downstairs DW hasn’t cum yet. 🙁 She tells me that she needed to have me there touching her, that it helps when I do that. Sometimes I touch her in just the right way that sends her to another level. I know this already but it makes me feel good to know I am needed, even though I am bummed for her that she wasn’t able to finish.

We get back into caressing kissing, and sex. We start out with me on top, but soon I am in a low kneeling position, holding her hips between my knees. It feels really good and my orgasm starts to build. For some reason, she lifts up my knees an inch and it changes the direction of my thrust a little. This change hits the magic button and my orgasm explodes in a crazy rush!

 

OK, so maybe it isn’t that long, but I am somewhat well endowed and maybe it feels like it is that long on occasion.

The kids had a sleep-out in front of the TV on Saturday and the futon hadn’t been put away yet. I was sitting on the futon working on my posts and DW was on the couch across from me. We were way behind on posting and trying to get caught up… again. I tend to get a little turned on when thinking about sex with my lady and this moment was no different. The fact that I was writing three days worth of sex talk might have helped.

“Schwing!” shouts my dick, as it pokes its head out of the bottom of my shorts…

It must have spoken loudly because DW noticed right away! A split second later, her laptop is closed shut and she pounces on me like an excited kitten. 🙂 Damn! This is great! We are making out like crazy, starting to have sex, and loving it. Except that she is worried that someone is going to see us through the living room window and wants to turn off the light.

Huh? We live in a stinking basement apartment, there is a literal wall of oaks and shrubs between us and the street. Someone would have to be standing in our driveway, deliberately peering through the bushes next to the window to see in. And it is 1:00 AM so nobody should be wandering our street right now either. And I was excited that we were doing it with the lights on because I love to look at her during sex. We debate these points for a few moments and she insists that it could happen. After all, she used to peep in windows when she was younger. Foxy little perv! Turns me on a bit to think of her peeking in on someone. 😉

OK, so I guess technically it could happen. To be totally honest, I don’t really care if someone looks in and sees us getting it on. I think I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. But it is making DW nervous and why rock the boat when she is excited, wet, and waiting? We turn of most of the lights. I can still see her very well but someone outside in the driveway would have a harder time.

She asks if I want to try some different positions and I answer that we haven’t done doggy style since we started this experiment. She is game and turns around, presenting her fine ass my way. (I am getting a boner just writing this.) Her pussy is dripping wet and I am raging hard. I am so erect that the skin on my penis is stretched tight and I can feel it pulling at its base. I finger her vagina for a second and spread her labia apart. My penis slides inside and her vagina is squeezing tight around it.

I grab her hips with one hand and finger her clit with the other while thrusting in so that my balls slap up against it with every thrust. After a few thrusts, she tells me that it is hurting her. I am hitting her cervix too hard. Sometimes this happens in this position. I change my motion slightly so that only the first few inches of my dick are entering her. I have to concentrate a little more but the trade off is a great view of my penis sliding in and out while the head of my penis gets the extra sensation of pushing through the opening to her vagina. It doesn’t take long before I cum. This position always works pretty well and it is a good orgasm.

After sex, we are talking and I find out that it always hurts her when we are doing doggy style but she hadn’t always told me. Dang, I had thought that it was just hurting on the times that she told me about it. Well, it does feel really nice to be all the way inside her like this but judging from my orgasm tonight, I think I will be plenty happy to do it a little shallower.

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.