We'd been having minor martial problems for some time now. But lately it has
become very serious. Rather than beat around the bush about it I'll just be
blunt and simplistic, I'm horny. I've done my dandiest to be understanding about
it. Now, I'm not unattractive and have been told exactly that on several
occasions. As a matter of fact, a friend of mine (who has been a helpful, but
platonic, support lately) has constantly reinforced my own positive feelings
about myself, so that I know the problem isn't me. Anyway, we have talked about
it at great length. I've been very positive, certainly not ridiculing or
accusative about it. So we decided to see a therapist. This took some doing on
my part, but we eventually went. For several long weeks we talked about possible
problems and solutions, none of which seemed to be of any help. Then the
therapist started getting into what I'd call the kinky solutions. One that was
mentioned was observing others making love. Now I know that in the past we have
both enjoyed watching porn videos and they have seemed to be a turn-on for both
of us, but their "effectiveness" seemed to have declined lately. Going home that
night we talked about just that. My husband, almost in desperation, said that
maybe we should try it, but how. The therapist hadn't been much help in that.
Then my husband, who up until this time has really not opened up on this
subject, admitted something which really surprised me (and it must have been
hard for him to say, too). He said he'd a recurring fantasy of me "making it"
with someone else while he was there. With great soul-searching that evening and
the next day we decided to try it. Now all we needed was a third party. This
would be hard as I didn't want an "unknown" or a "pro" or just anybody. Again my
husband came to the "rescue." He "reminded" me of a past "incident" where he'd
mistakenly assumed that passionate letters and a couple of porno stories written
by this friend of mine were proof of my infidelity. (It had taken some doing to
convince him otherwise, but, eventually, he did believe me. This person and I
had never had anything approaching an affair, although the thought had crossed
my mind many times.) He suggested, believe it or not, my friend, Jim. Now, I
about fell out of bed, that's where he said it. I said I'd think about it. Well,
I did, constantly for the next three days! I told my husband that "it was worth
a try." The next big hurdle was Jim. Jim was an enigma, but a nice one. He was
mad, passionately in love with me, but he refused to go beyond expressing it
verbally, although before we "got caught" he'd massaged (not without passion and
feeling) my feet, hands and back (he was "into that sort of thing"). And we had
shared a chaste, but emotion-filled, hug on several occasions. He also loved to
write nice porn stories (sometimes using our names in them as my husband,
unfortunately, discovered) that just seemed to possibly be rooted in reality.
But they were nice gentle stories and I sure liked to read them. Anyway, I was
just not sure what he would say. At first he didn't believe me, thinking it a
joke (he called it cruel). Then when I finally convinced him of the genuineness
of it he'd reservations about the audience. To make a long story short, he
finally agreed. The day of the therapy arrived. Jim arrived as nervous and
uncomfortable as anyone I've ever seen, but my husband and I spent an hour or so
just talking. Jim never had gotten to know my husband, needless to say, so this
provided a good opportunity. My husband was the one who was going to control the
"tempo," so he suggested that we all change into appropriate attire, bathrobes.
In the bedroom, I reminded my husband that I needed some preparation. Jim
suggested that we put on some nice music and maybe dance a little, even though
he said he didn't dance well and hadn't for years. My husband agreed and said he
would just go off in the corner and keep quiet. We should ignore him. I guess
Jim could, or would, at least, try, as he came over to me and put his arms
around me. How nice that felt, he'd a gentle touch. As the music played, we just
kind of drifted around a small space, Jim just gazing into my eyes. I guess he
still realized that my husband was there as every time his back was to him he
whispered that he loved me and other delightful things that just sent me
tingling. I hadn't felt this way since I was a school girl and that was a long
time ago. For what seemed like hours we just floated around with his blue
puppy-dog eyes glued to mine. On and on we went. He stroked my hair as he told
me how soft and lovely it was. And he told me how deep and blue and lovely my
eyes were, how small and dainty and charming my nose was and how full and
sensuous my lips were. All of this, and more, he said in very quiet tones that
couldn't be heard beyond my hearing. I needed only that for the juices to begin
flowing. My heart was all a twitter. Passion was in his voice, as well as his
words, as his gaze became even more intense. He never once took his eyes off of
mine and never took his gentle and loving hands off of me. Then very slowly, in
time to the music, he pulled me to him and we hugged, full length, as we had so
longed to do. And it was wonderful. Then I felt him stir. There was no mistake,
his manhood was rousing. The first movements were like a gentle touch on my
groin, like a hand gentle feeling for my warm, moist vagina. The "hand" pressed
harder and my heart quickened in response. I could feel his breath catch and his
heart beat faster, too. It was a incredible feeling and glorious time in my
life. I'd never quite felt like this before. I'd never quite felt that a man
wanted me quite like this before, not an object of lust so much as wanting to
share something with me. And I could feel my lust, a much fought adversary in my
life, was receding in favor of this new and wonderful feeling of sharing of
something wonderful, something beautiful, sharing Love, "Love" with a capital
"L". This man really wanted to make Love to me because he Loved me, not just
because I was a desirable woman. This feeling, so new and foreign to me, was
almost over whelming. My knees nearly buckled with the ecstasy of the moment.
Jim quickly grabbed me, holding me close in his arms. When I'd recovered my
balance he gentle held me out at arms length and mouthed the words very clearly,
"I Love you! No matter what, I love you!" Then he leaned down and kissed me for
the first time. It was heavenly. His kiss was warm, heartfelt and deeply
passionate. As it lingered, he gentle caressed my lips with his tongue until I
consented and parted them. For what seemed like minutes he explored everywhere,
beginning with my teeth and, like someone scouting new territory, didn't miss
anything. But it was done in such a way that I never felt like he was invading
me at all. I felt like, "Hey, Jim, this is me. I want to share me with you, but
take me along." And he did. I felt I was with him the whole time. As Jim's
tongue satiated its wanderlust, his hands had discovered its. Very cautiously
they began to ambled around my back as they still held me close. From the middle
they meandered to my shoulders, in passing, giving them a few deep massage
strokes that released a lot of built-up tension. Exhausted from our first kiss
he found my neck and playfully kissed and licked it. Ooooooo. No one had ever
done that to me before and it felt so good. But his hands were not done.
Eventually, almost by accident it seemed, they crept down to my buttocks. Slowly
and sensuously his warm hands stroked me, not in a lewd way, more like play. He
didn't seem to miss a contour. The feeling aroused even more of me, if that was
possible, and I could feel that Jim was following suit. Then his hands traced
their way back to my shoulders. The music and audience were totally incidental,
now, as once again Jim held me at arms length, gazing into my deep blue eyes,
caressing me with his look and whispered words. His hands slowly and cautiously
slipped down until then rested on my breasts. His eyes never leaving mine and
his sweet words never stopping. For a few moments they laid there comfortably.
Then he apprehensively parted my robe and his warm flesh found mine at last. As
his hands gently cupped my firm breasts like they belonged there, my already
erect nipple found their rightful place in his kind and sensitive fingers. With
utmost tenderness they stroked the nipples until they became as hard as his
penis must have been (but, unfortunately, I couldn't see). Then those Loving
hands delicately parted my robe the rest of the way and spontaneously, with no
effort to moderate his voice, he said, "My God, I never imagined you were so
beautiful!" As if star-struck, he just sort of stared with his mouth hanging
open. His eyes had obviously left mine. They slowly absorbed what seemed like my
entire being, as I let the robe fall to the floor. Again, I never had the
feeling of the slightest hint of lewdness, it was two people sharing themselves.
The feeling of this man in all honesty telling me what I hoped was true, but was
never quite sure, filled me with love for him. The tears filled my eyes. "What
have I done," he cried when his eyes again found mine and he pulled me again
close to him. Although his robe was not open, his staunch penis could not be
contained. I hadn't taken notice of it, strangely enough, but I could feel that
it was substantial. He was restrained from holding me too closely by the
protuberance. Now it was my turn. I quickly pulled his robe open and parted my
legs slightly and pulled him as close as I could. Now I could feel his manhood
and it was good. The warm firmness felt heavenly against my moist labia. Just
the struggling to go from a wonderful embrace to a passionate kiss caused
relative motion between our genitals that nearly brought my climax. A deep groan
escaped Jim before our lips met. For ages we clutched together like lost
children, not wanting to be separate, fervently yearning to be one. His fully
erect penis felt comfortable against my perineum. Very slight motion from
subconscious sources within both of us kept the sensations tingling. When our
kiss had ran its course, Jim looked me in the eyes once again, whispering, "I
Love you more than life itself. What we will do pales in its sight, but it is my
only way to express my Love physically. We can only be as one in God's eyes with
this feeling I've, He understands that if an action enhances life, not detracts
from it, it is good." Not waiting for a superfluous reply to these words, his
hands deftly and gently cupped my buttocks. He first pulled me away from
himself, then with a rocking of his hips, artfully guided his magnificently
erect manhood towards my awaiting vagina. As I made contact with his glans, he
paused. He carefully rubbed it against my engorged clitoris causing me to gasp
in joy. My wobbly legs could not hold me up anymore, but his firm hands held me.
As the ecstatic caressing of my bud continued to drive me closer to the brink,
he whispered, "Knock, knock, Sweet Heart, may I come in?" He answered his own
question, or rather his penis did as it paused, crept lower and enlodged itself
in my ripe labia. The secretions had paved the way for an easy entry. Between
the ministrations of Jim's gentle, but firm hands and the tenacious probing of
his gigantic, throbbing staff, the entry was made. Only our patience and the
continued urgency of our loins were needed now to assure complete coupling.
After a few minutes of delightful gyrations, squeezes, and grunts and groans, he
was nearly completely in me. The full feeling was delicious. Since Jim was
virtually supporting my whole weight anyhow, it seemed like all that was needed
was to close the door. I reached up around Jim's neck, kissed him hard on the
lips and pulled myself up until I could wrap my legs around his loins. As I
clutched him, his splendid penis finally glided home. As Jim, with a great, but
not unwanted, effort slowly made his way to the bed, we vaguely became aware of
a crooning voice from the corner saying, "OK, I can take it from here, Jim....
OK, Jim, I can do it now... Stop!... Jim!... Jim!" But he finally realized that
there are some fires mortal men cannot extinguish. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see that he was going to take care of things on his own, however. Jim
climbed on the bed and with the utmost of tenderness laid me down. There we
remained locked, totally engaged. Jim had never taken his eyes off mine. We lay
linked in ecstasy for possibly fifteen minutes, who knows, alternating between
delicious deep gazing into each other's very soul and long luscious kisses. The
passion was dripping everywhere, including the corner, I presumed. With nearly
unnoticeable movement we began the Love Dance, which I hoped would never end.
With relentless strokes Jim made his way into and nearly out of my warm, dark,
moist grotto of joy. I felt an integral part of Jim, we moved together as
well-orchestrated partners of Love. At one point, he unexpectedly withdraw his
splendid shaft to practically the point of loss of engagement. My heart skipped
a beat or two, but once again he begin the delightful journey inside of me, his
staff seemingly renewed in energy, expanded and extended. The removal was sheer
agony, but the return filled me with utter elation. The strong thrusting of
Jim's loins encouraged the turgid vein-studded pole in its endeavors on its long
exotic voyage. As the gentle rhythms of our convulsing pelvises gradually
increased in intensity, our breathing took on a certain urgency and our pelvic
spasms followed suit. My purposeful leg clutch -- release was finely tuned to
the earnest thrust -- lingering withdrawal of Jim's hips. His magnificently
sturdy and shimmering penis seemed to grow more turgid with each stroke. Once
again nature had turned the struggle between two adults into a cavorting dance
created by God as one of the last bastions of joy in this troubled world. Jim's
superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis, had met its passionate equal in the
exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously seductive, warm and lusciously moist
Cave of Love. We were oblivious to everything, but each other; the amazing
activities of our bodies, no longer in our control. All we could do was cling to
each other in rapture and let Nature take its course. Our arms encircling each
other, drawing us closer and closer until we meshed as one. The only noises,
imperceptible to us, was muted fluid noises of our combined juices, a slight
bed-centered squeak, our passionate breathing and an almost imperceptible
moaning somewhere off in the distance. Precisely, as if on cue, our breathing
became more like grunts and groans as the heated motion of our bodies became
more spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained. As our exertion approached
what must have looked like agony to an observer, our sensuous groans became a
constant stream of erotic and carnal grunts. I attempted to control our
fantastic thrusts, just to make them linger, but to no avail. Then for one
instant Jim withdrew his towering, flaming rod and then blindly plunged himself
to the hilt. I felt this last gigantic thrust bring Jim into my previously
un-assailed inner sanctum. Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and
guttural primeval cry. I fought my urge to scream and did not succeed. A shriek
of ecstasy bubbled from me. "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished!" But I, too,
was finished! Our simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous mass of
hot seminal fluid, seemingly Jim's total life's energy, spewed forth to
penetrate every cranny in me. As he strove to extract the last vital drop, I
clung to him for dear life. Our juices became too much for me to contain, our
essential life fluids mingled and flowed freely over me and the bed. With utter
joy, we laid spent in each others arms.
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