"I'm Drippy"

We had "action" last night and it had been a few days since our last session, as her parents have been with us for a couple of days. They were staying last night as well, but I had enough waiting. She was complaining of a sore back, so I like a good husband I offered to "fix" her. We have this thing about massaging, if you look at our numerous posts previous. I started with her back, and worked my way all over her body. I removed her pajama bottoms ( she started without her top) and slowly massaged her lower back and glutes. Eventually I worked my way to her laying on her back with me between her legs. (How did that happen?)

As I slowly made love to my wife in the standard missionary position, I reached under her back and continued to massage her. Initially, her moans of pleasure were in response to my kneading of her back. Eventually, the moans transitioned to the timing of my thrusts. There was a point where I became as hard as I possibly could. (Any man should be able to relate.) This is the point when your head of your cock feels like it's as swollen as it can become. If the timing is right, you can hold it without progressing past the point of "no return". This is what happened to me last night.

We reached a "modified" missionary position where I was turned slightly, taking my complete weight off of her. This allowed her to manipulate her hips in such a way as to fuck only the head of my cock. The lips of her dripping pussy gyrated around the head of my near-bursting cock. When I'm this close to exploding, this is one of the best ways to prolong my ecstasy. The longer I last, the more I leak precum into and on her already wet lips. I always try my best to wait until she comes before I submit to my own lust, but in this particular scenario, I couldn't hold it any longer.

As I felt the familiar tingling of my orgasm, I thrust inside of her, intent on filling her womb as deeply as I could. Just as I stared to come, she pulled herself a little off my shaft so that only my head was inside her. I could feel the first two or three spurts as they shot out of my cock. As I had mentioned before, it had been a few days since we last had action, so I had been building up. I came hard, first shooting deep inside her even though only my head was engulfed. After that third pulse, she allowed me to thrust, burying myself completely inside of her. As my pulses weakened, the head of my cock nestled against her cervix, depositing the rest of my warm cum over her innermost region.

Today, a full twelve hours after the event, I received this text from her while she was at work:

"I'm drippy"

The Pelt

Rebecca had her "beav" waxed last Friday. This is her third time getting it done. The first time took quite a bit of convincing. She thought it would be weird having a strange woman performing this bit of maintenance on her. Our friend "C" had gone quite a few times to have hers done, and she was always telling us the details when we were together for dinner. Eventually, for a trip to Mexico, Rebecca decided to have hers done.

Once she got past the first appointment, there was no looking back. She booked this last one on her own, with no extra encouragement from me. It's nice that she's taken the initiative for this. I don't have to play the part of the pleading husband.

Oddly enough, I was actually getting turned on a little during the time that her bush had grown back in. I guess I just like the change-up every once in awhile, although I definitely love going down on her when she is freshly waxed....

Toys, toys and more toys...

Rebecca and I were cleaning out a storage closet we have located just off of our ensuite. This was one of those left over spaces that we reclaimed and just happened to be storing our old clothes, suitcases and sex toys in. We went through it and eliminated a bunch of old shirts and other odds and ends. While we were at it, we decided to relocate our incriminating devices to a more discrete location. Our kids are getting to the age where they are starting to wander around the house, and the last thing we want to explain to our four and our seven year old is a 7" rubber cock. While I'm sure we would be able to come up for an alternate identity for the rabbit if questioned, the big veiny penis in mom and dad's closet might be a tad embarrassing. Among the other items to hide included some anal beads, the aforementioned vibrators, an enema kit, and of course lube.

I have to confess, most(all) of these items were purchased by myself as gifts for my lovely wife. I honestly think that any and all use of these items has been initiated by me. I would be quite surprised if Rebecca has ever used them without my knowledge. This could be due in part to their inconvenient location. (Several steps away from our bed) She's not the type to plan the evening around one our pleasure products, while I of course, would be so inclined. Because of this, I would like to make them more accessible to her as her mood strikes, whether I'm present or not. Where do other people put these things? It's a little like the condom back in the day when I needed to use them. If they aren't on hand, the mood could be lost.

As for Rebecca's masturbation habits, or lack thereof, she's one woman who I honestly believe doesn't masturbate. If she does, she's extremely covert about it. The last and only time I know she touched herself for pleasure was back before we had the kids. She shot a video of herself for me. It was spectacular, watching her get wetter and wetter as she worked herself up for the camera. Unfortunately, after several house moves, we've lost the tape and my memory has faded.

I really can't complain though. Her drive, when compared to many other the married women (from what I've heard) is quite high. She is a woman who loves to make love. She orgasms from penetration and/or clitoral stimulation. On one glorious night several years ago, she even had a strong "O" from anal sex. She has always been willing to try something once. Over the years, I've become better at reading her cues before, during and after sex. She's a little like a good poker player, never revealing the strength or weakness of her hand.

The Little Black Dress

Rebecca is starting a "little black dress" training program today. It runs for the next 10 weeks. I know the other ladies she's going in with, and I can say that she's definitely the top of the class. Other than Rebecca, they've all let themselves go. She has to do a pre-program series of measurements, which we'll have to follow up with each week. They are as follows:

Chest: 31.5 inches
Waist: 25 ¾ inches
Hips: 34 ¾ inches

Thigh: 19 ¾ inches

Up until now, I haven't been an expert on the specifics of women's measurements, but I can tell you that for a 38 year-old women with two naturally delivered kids, she's petite. In fact, she hasn't changed much body-wise since we met twenty years ago.

I was cleaning out the garage, and I stumbled across some photos I took when we were about 22 years old. I was taking a photography course at the time and had access to a darkroom on campus after hours. One night on an out of town trip, I convinced her to let me take some nude/semi nude pics, with the understanding that I could develop them without anyone seeing them.

We never took any measurements back then, but for comparison sake, I thought I would post the original pictures. They're black and white because that was what I had the capacity to develop, not because we're that old. It's bad enough that we're able to tell our kids that we remember a time without before internet, let alone cameras that required film. I'll try to convince Rebecca to do a follow-up shoot from the same angles, and you'll see how little she's changed.