Afternoon (morning) Delight
Afternoon (morning) Delight
Written 1/12/2018
You know how it is… You haven’t had sex in a few days. Each night, lying next to your wife is a different kind of torture. Touching her skin accidentally. Caressing the curve of her ass when rolling over. The thrill when she rolls over and gently spoons behind you with her arm across your chest. Or those nights when you are frustrated and angry. Wanting sex, but also not wanting to give her the satisfaction of begging for it in the many ways that can happen. The frustration builds, but sleep doesn’t. On those nights you sometimes end up frantically masturbating, lying next to her fantasizing about getting up and cumming on her … on her breasts, on her hips, on her ass, on her face. But you don’t. Instead you mechanically jerk, half hoping she will wake up and be turned on by what you are doing. She could lean over and gently remove your hand, replacing it with her hot, wet mouth and begin to suck and lick. You know you wouldn’t last a minute! But you also know it would never happen. Either she would wake up and be disgusted, or more likely wake and pretend to still be asleep, hoping you finish soon.
Today was a day like that, but it turned out differently. It had been a few days since our last fuck – and that one was nothing special. I’m pretty sure she didn’t orgasm and seemed happy enough when I did. The infamous “quickie”. That fuck which is all about getting it over with. Hoping once you get your rocks off, you’ll leave her alone for a few days (at least!). Oh, how I hate the quickie…but still I succumb to take what is offered. Sometimes I fantasize about getting a little rough – let my frustration show through and hope that I can awaken passion within her where maybe there isn’t much that day. But I know that would be wrong and I don’t want to lose what pity sex I can count on from time to time. The “longie” is what I want. When both of us are equally passionate. When there is time for luxurious and creative foreplay. When the goal is not to get it over with but to prolong the pleasure, the desire, the pain. Sex that can last for hours and hours – at least in my fantasies.
I was working from home, as do I from time to time. She was preparing to go to her parents’ house later that day. She had errands – a dentist appointment, shopping, exercise – and I had meetings in my very full calendar. But, ever hopeful, I did not make the bed. I left the unmade bed as a signal. A cry for taking advantage of the empty house. I stepped downstairs for coffee and managed to sneak in the information that I was free at 9:30 – and only 9:30. When she came up at 9:15 and started making the bed, my heart fell. All the anticipation and longing that I had allowed to build up came crashing down. I even went so far as to say, “I left that unmade on purpose. I thought…you know…we might still use it…?” Crushing what remained of my manhood, she calmly started getting into her (very sexy) exercise clothes – damn Lululemon to hell!
When my meeting ended I shut down my computer and took off my sweater. She was on the floor with a roller doing some stretching. I got down on the floor with her and warned her that I was going to kiss her. The look on her face could have frozen the sun, but I leaned in anyway. I put my hand on her hip and began to stroke her. Moving down her leg, up the outside, to her belly, lightly brushing her breast. There was nothing there, but at least she was not actively pushing me away. I continued caressing her. I allowed my fingers to lightly pass over her mound. I applied a little more pressure each time. Her shirt had ridden up and a strip of her belly was showing. I eagerly took advantage and let my fingers linger, slowly raising her shirt. Finally, I could start to feel her nipples harden beneath her exercise shirt. Her nipples…the window into her libido! I pushed her shirt up over her breasts and began to suck her left nipple while letting my left elbow fall vertically onto her crotch. As I sucked I began to put weight on my elbow pushing into her crotch, imagining her lips in turn pushing down on her clitoris. Gradually, she began to respond.
She started pushing back against my elbow, grinding her hips against me. She loves that and it usually results in a strong and loud orgasm. Then she lowered her hand to my arm and began to guide me as I pressed against her pussy through her exercise pants. Heaven! All the while I was sucking on her nipple. Sometimes hard, sometimes simply moving my tongue around it, sometimes gently nibbling, but always keeping my attention on her nipple. As I could put much of my weight on my left arm pressing into her pussy, I was able to use my right hand to stroke whatever parts of her I could reach. Suddenly she stopped, sat up and removed her shirt and pants – I quickly did the same – then she lay back for more. I could see her face had become flushed and her breathing a bit ragged. Part of my mind worried what time it was and when my next call was supposed to start, but that part was quickly shut down by the raging fire that burning both in my mind and my groin. I went back to her nipple and allowed her to guide my elbow between her pussy lips to rest directly against her clitoris and she again began to grind and pant.
It is a funny thing, the penis. You would think that I would have a raging hard-on, but I didn’t. Sure, I was excited and my penis was not flaccid, but even when I am desperately horny, I am not always hard. This was such a time, and fortunate for me that it was. Too often, when we finally get into passionate foreplay, she wants it to end too soon. She wants me inside her, but I know that it won’t end well. I won’t be able to keep going as long as she needs and the last thing I want at a time like that is to disappoint her. I began to get tired of her nipple and she did not seem inclined to climax on my elbow so I shifted. I disengaged from her nipple and began to kiss my way down her belly.
I love cunnilingus (or any lingus, actually), but she has an acute sense of smell and somehow has it in her head that it must be gross – no matter how much I tell her that I love it and all she needs to do is to lie back and enjoy it. Today she let me have a few minutes of pleasure with her vagina and clitoris. I love the taste of pussy and today hers was tasting great – not the “just out of the shower” blandness, but rather the clean, but with a little bit of exercise sweat and the juices raised by her grinding on my elbow flavor that is just right. I licked all around her clitoris and gently sucked it. I leaned in a bit thinking she would want to continue the pressure of the grinding, but she pushed me back. I knew that the cunnilingus was more for me than for her so I didn’t push it. I returned my attention to her clitoris and made sure that both my hands could reach her breasts and caress her nipples. She began to spread and raise her legs for me.
Again – you would think I would be rock hard, but I wasn’t. She wanted me inside her now so I reluctantly left her pussy and moved up her body. I kept myself somewhat upright – a permanent sit-up and allowed my half-hard penis to touch her vagina – she let out a small gasp. I began to work my hips so that my penis brushed against different parts of her sex. She moaned and pushed back against me. I began to get harder, but I did not want to be inside her yet. I let the tip of my penis move up her slit towards her clitoris. As soon as my penis was above her, she slammed her hips against mine, driving her clitoris against my penis and my penis against my belly. I pushed back as best I could as she raised her hands to my nipples and squeezed them both hard.
Then, slowly, she lowered her right hand between us and started to play with herself. I was in heaven! Her head was back against the carpet and her eyes were closed. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy and ragged. I was able to look down and watch as she worked her fingers all over her pussy and clitoris. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Watching her play with herself as her fingers are also brushing against the tip of my penis and our juices are mingling has to be my all time favorite thing. It was clear that now she was in this for the long haul. She didn’t care that I was watching – hell, she didn’t know that I was watching. I’m not even sure that she knew I was there at that point! She stroked herself with her right hand while she placed her left hand on my ass cheek and gently pushed me into her or put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me away from her. She was working me to get the most out of my penis contacting the outside of her vagina. Then she moved her right hand down and began to stroke me. She used my penis like a dildo, sliding the tip this way and that over her clitoris, plunging it part-way into her vagina then pulling it back out. She was gripping it hard and I loved it. The feeling of her fist around my cock and the way she was using me to pleasure herself. I couldn’t get enough of it. Then she began to work her other hand again. Twisting my nipples, first one, then the other – all the while with her eyes closed and me feasting my own eyes on her getting herself off on my cock/dildo.
Eventually, I began to worry about cumming. I didn’t want this to end, but it was simply too exciting. I couldn’t keep my head clear and despite my best efforts to think of other things, all I could see in my mind were visions of grabbing my cock at the moment of climax and pumping a load of cum all over her belly…or her grabbing my throat with her small hands and trying to choke me as she came…or me taking her wrists in my hands and holding her down as I pumped load after load deep into her. Thinking those kinds of thoughts did not help me in the situation I was in! She was pushing me deeper and deeper inside her at this point and her ragged breathing began to turn into moans.
When she took her hand off my penis and put both her hands on my ass, that was my cue to lean into her for all I had left. She pressed back and ground our hips together. I felt my cock sliding in and out of her velvety pussy. She was so wet, and yet she was tight and I could feel her vagina gripping my penis with each stroke. I couldn’t take it – I tried to hold it in, but then I came, moans of my own escaped my lips which made her only press harder and with more urgency. I knew that she had to come! There was no way I was going to let this end without her orgasm so I kept right on pressing – praying I would stay hard enough for her to get what she needed, what she deserved. Clearly she was thinking the same thing as she kneaded and clawed my ass cheeks to pull me in closer, faster… Then she began to moan in earnest – those pre-orgasm moans that nearly always build to a great climax. A little more, a little more, then she came – grinding and pressing and convulsing all at once. It was almost enough to make me start to come again along with her.
Almost immediately as her orgasm began to subside, my stupid mind returned to worrying about my next call. What time was it? Had it already started? Were people frantically instant messaging me wondering where I was? But she was not making a move to push me off. She was still there. Still gripping what was left of my erection. Still breathing heavily. I kept quiet and didn’t move. Then, slowly, I began to put pressure on my hips again. Gently pushing into her groin – knowing how sensitive her clitoris must be at that moment. She began to push back and breath more quickly. I knew that we didn’t have much time before my cock gave up completely. I also knew there was no way she would let me slide back down and finish off her second orgasm by licking and sucking the cum from her pussy – something I have always fantasized about doing. So I just prayed and kept on pressing. She grabbed my nipples, my shoulders, my ass cheeks. She squeezed and clawed as she frantically ground against me. Then, suddenly, she began moaning in earnest and had a fast, intense, shuddering orgasm. Just as she climaxed, my now flaccid and very slippery penis popped out of her pussy. She immediately got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. All I could think of was the look on her face when I first went to kiss her as she was stretching with the roller and the different look on her flushed face after two intense orgasms. A picture of those two faces would be worth a million words – and a lot of future fantasies. And I was not missed showing up a few minutes late to my call….