NW Decides On a Reset

Of late, even with the milkings and ruined orgasms, over the weekend, my body had reached that point where it was doing everything it could for a release.  The ruined orgasms were intentional, of course.  The milkings, however, were all accidents.  I would warn NW off, in what would normally be an acceptable amount of time, but my body was determined that it was going to release it’s load.  What would have, in normal circumstances, resulted in me being taken right to the edge and then falling back, was now resulting in my body letting go and releasing my semen, without a single contraction.

This is a new development.  It had never happened before, but has become common during this run.  I have no idea what is different, other than I am older.  Whatever the cause, though, NW has grown weary of it…both the releases, but also fact that, once on edge, I can’t seem to fall back.  So, she came up with a plan.

The ruined orgasms were part of the plan.  In fact, she gave me another ruined orgasm on Monday morning, on the living room floor.  On Monday night, however, she climbed on top of me and rode me hard…grinding against me.  As I started to near, and she realized it, she told me to orgasm in her.  I did.  It was an okay orgasm.  It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t very pleasurable either.  That, is not uncommon on the first full orgasm after extended (more than three or four weeks) of denial.

Also, orgasms through intercourse are never that great for me.  That might sound strange, but it is because of where the stimulation is happening.  I have the best orgasms from handjobs…followed by combination handjobs/blowjobs.  I think that is mainly because of the control she has during manual stimulation and the fact that she can stimulate parts other than my cock.

During intercourse, however, my cock is hugged from all sides and the head is constantly banging and rubbing against her cervix.  The total stimulation, combined with the intense stimulation of the head, is just too much.  It is almost like combining the stimulation of an orgasm with post orgasm torture.  It disrupts the normal rhythm of orgasm, because it fires every time my cock head hits her cervix, even if it isn’t in the normal rhythm of contractions.  So, it all feels erratic and over stimulating.

In any case, I had a full orgasm.

Then, yesterday, we were busy most of the day.  I received a single edging, midday, and nothing else until last night.  Come evening, NW worked me for a bit and then I took over again.  I bit her.  I choked her.  I slapped her pussy.  She flowed.  She came and squirted multiple times.  Some squirts were forceful.  Some squirts just trickled out.  But she, my hand and the sheets beneath were soaked.

Once attention turned back to me, and I was fully erect, she mounted me.  I was told, upfront, that I was to cum in her and that I would be cleaning it up (Another bucket list item…eating my cum out of her.)  She rode to several orgasms before I finally got there…having my second full orgasm in as many days.

This orgasm was just as the night before…okay.  There was a difference, though.  It went on for a prolonged period.  NW didn’t stop after I came.  She just kept grinding and bouncing away.  Every time my cock head would hit her cervix, I would have another contraction.  It was like post orgasm torture in such a way that it felt like an extended orgasm.  It was pretty cool.

When she finally stopped, she rolled off of me and spread her legs.  I could see my cum oozing out of her sex.  I crawled forward and began licking and sucking.  My semen formed a string, from her pussy to my tongue, as I pulled back.  I locked onto her pussy and sucked her, working my tongue in and out.

She came.  I ate.  All of the cum she could expel, that I had deposited inside of her, was now inside of me.  Another fantasy was fulfilled…for the first time.

Four days, three ruined orgasms and two full orgasms…  She hopes that it provided enough of a reset that the aforementioned issues are no longer issues.  Either way, she told me that she hoped I enjoyed it.  She has plans for today that will include the possibility of two orgasms.  But this is my last chance to come for a long time, according to NW.  With the cage now en route to us, that will very soon be an enforceable statement.

A Holiday Weekend…Ruined

Saturday and Sunday were both busy days.  I had a couple of honey-dos to complete, had a several hour visit to my brother’s, had to help friends, for several hours, with a project they had.  Then, there was the needed yard work, tending the garden and trying to squeeze in family time.  It didn’t leave a lot of time for play.  In fact, the only time we had, on each day, was late evening.  Mind you, that is not a bad thing at all.  Our play is meant to be secondary to almost everything else.

Keeping with the fact that the weekend was so busy, I am, unfortunately, a bit sketchy on the details of what all happened,  I do remember a few highlights, however.  So, this will likely be a succinct post and, hence, maybe short on details.  I apologize in advance.

Saturday evening, I got home a little late.  We were both tired and ended up retiring for just a little us time.  We settled into bed and curled up together, watching a movie.  It didn’t take long, though, for NW’s hands to find its way to my crotch.  She worked me for a bit, edged me and then I kind of lit into her.  According to her, I bit her, I choked her and I fingered her roughly.  Roughly enough that she was sore, the next morning.  This went on for a while.  She came, a lot.

After I had calmed down a bit, she went back to stroking me.  She edged me a couple more times.  Then on one edging, I tried to warn her off, but she ignored me.  She stroked a couple more times and I went over the edge.  I fought hard to contain it, but she wouldn’t release my cock and started squeezing it harder, once she felt me tense.  After a second, realizing that she just wasn’t going to let go, I quit fighting it.  She just held me, firmly, not moving.  After the first contraction hit me, though, I realized that she was using her thumb to keep my urethra closed.  (I made the mistake of showing her a retrograde orgasm, once.)  The rhythmic contractions took over.  Since there was no loss of pressure, though, due to my closed of urethra, the contractions just kept going.  I probably had, at least, twice as many contractions as I would during a full orgasm.

It was mildly uncomfortable.  When the contractions stopped, she released me, and nothing came out.  When she pressed the base of my urethra, though, out it came.  So, on our forty-first day, I was given my first ruined orgasm.  Even though it was a weird one, since I had fought against it, initially.

We cleaned up and that was the evening.

Jump forward to Sunday evening.  After spending a good part of the day helping friends with some intensive physical labor, I was wiped out.  That, of course, did not keep us from a late evening rendezvous in our bedroom.

It started as it often does, of late, with NE fondling me until i am erect enough to be stroked.  She asked me what I wanted to do.  I was honest.  I said I hadn’t given it much thought and was kind of there for the ride.  To which she responded by rolling onto her back and informing me that I would be servicing her until I had made a decision.  As it turns out, that is what I really wanted…to service her.  So, I worked from her sex to her ass.  I licked.  I sucked,  I nibbled.  I bit.

She asked me if I had decided on anything yet.  I just kept working her.  She finally caught on.  Once she did, she took another couple of orgasms and then had me roll onto my back.  She got on all fours next to me and took me into her mouth.

For whatever reason, I was in a mood and worked my thumb inside her pussy.  She came.  I withdrew and smacked her ass.  She responded positively.  So, I slapped it again and then proceeded to spank her ass, as she was hunched over, with me in her mouth.  She came.  I spread her ass checks and repeatedly spanked her exposed asshole, while having to warn her off of me.  She came again.

In between her orgasms, I had to warn her off, several times.  Even while concentrating on making her cum, I couldn’t not notice what she was doing to me.

Deciding that maybe she needed a bit more typical pleasure, I re-inserting my thumb into her pussy but added a finger into her ass.  I was gentle at first, but soon morphed it into a hard pounding.  She came twice more, swallowing my cock as she came.

After a moments reprieve for both of us, she took my cock back into her mouth.  I forced her head down until I was settled into her throat.  Once bottomed out, I hooked my calf over her head where she couldn’t withdraw.  Then I started spanking her hard.  Between the spanking and the breath play, she erupted, literally.  Fortunately, I had foreseen this and put a towel under her.  During the course of the evening, she did her best to soak it.

Once I finally relented, she went back to me and gave me another ruined orgasm.  This time she told me, beforehand, not to fight it.  I didn’t.  And she timed it perfectly.  She stopped stimulating me and watched.  It took a couple of seconds, but without me fighting it, the pressure was sufficient.  Over the edge I went.  Only about four or five contractions.  Only two emitting semen.

It actually seemed a non-event.  My libido dropped slightly, as is often the case when the pressure subsides.  But it was a non-emotional experience.  It wasn’t at all pleasurable.  It wasn’t uncomfortable.  I wasn’t happy, sad, angry or anything else different from just before.

So, a ruined orgasm on each of the past two days.  And nothing has really changed.  Well, unless NW has decided that it has…and hasn’t told me.

 

Prelude to a Weekend…

It’s been a few days since my last post.  Although, I did put up a few new captions, during that time.  I wasn’t avoiding posting and it definitely wasn’t that there was nothing post-worthy.  I was just busy.  It happens, as we all know.  At least this absence wasn’t measured in years.  So, to catch up on what is going on…

On Friday, I got off of work a few hours early.  Since the kids are in school now, that meant that NW and I had a bit of alone time, during the day.  I was a bit wound up, by the time I got home.  I mean, we were into the fortieth day, since my last orgasm.  Also, I knew, from our IMing, that NW was wound up as well.

I arrived home, put my things away, went to the bedroom and shed my work clothes.  After refreshing myself, I excited the bedroom, back into the living room, in nothing but a pair of socks.  NW calls this my “porn look”…bare ass naked, except for socks.  Smiling at me, she took my hand and led me to the floor in front of her.  She slid forward, spread her legs and had me, without ceremony, begin to pleasure her sex.

It wasn’t long at all, however, before I was on the floor, on my back, the indirect sunshine bathing my body, through the open curtains.  NW moved to sitting next to me and started stroking my cock.  I was already aching for it…her touch, the attention, the want of an actual orgasm having filled me days ago.

This was a new feeling for me.  Of course I wanted an orgasm.  That is the whole point of orgasm control and denial.  If the guy doesn’t want to come, why bother?  But this was an actual want…more than the want to be denied, which was still present.  I have always been a time guy.  The longer I am denied the better.  I always want the denial to be longer than the previous longest.  Right then, though, I was given over to the fact that orgasm or not, it would not change the dynamic.  It is NW’s decision, not only whether or not I would have an orgasm, but what would happen afterwards.

Once I was fully erect, NW climbed on top me me and slid down onto my cock.  She was so wet and slippery.  There she rode me.  When I would feel the pressure build, I would just say “nails please” and she would dig them into me, to distract my body.  After a couple of orgasms, I found her clit and assaulted it, as she came again and again, with heightening intensity, as my cock head was banging against her cervix like a battering ram.  But I was getting too close and she had to climb off.

She spun around and fed me her freshly fucked sex, as she took me into her mouth.  She came.  As she felt the next orgasm rising, she pushed herself forward and swallowed the length of my cock.  NW having no gag reflex is so fucking nice!  And my girth make her throat oh so tight.  It feels like a warm, wet, undulating cock sheath.  And it is guaranteed to send me over the edge.

I continued to lap and suck her sex until she erupted into orgasm, yet again.  The fact that my cock was, in essence, suffocating her (Yes, she is very much into breath play.) made the orgasm all the more intense.  But I was way too close to going over.  So, I started patting her on the hip.  This is something I do to warn her that I am close, when we are doing something where verbal communication won’t suffice (tapping out).  She was so lost on the magnitude of her orgasm, though, she didn’t respond…just kept me down her throat.

My patting became more frantic, even to slapping, and she finally, once past the peak of her orgasm, realized what was happening and withdrew.  It was too late, though.  I, immediately, locked every muscle below my waist and fought what seemed to be inevitable.  Somehow…and I do mean that to sound as unexplained as it does…I managed to fight off the orgasm and felt that, now familiar, feeling of release.  No contractions, no convulsions, just a near instant loss of pressure, as the valves released and semen filled my urethra.  A couple of drops made it to the light of day.

NW used her fingers to recover the drops, which almost did send me over, and fed them to me.  I commented that, again, there was no real taste.  It was just warm and smooth.  NW told we to stay there and stay still.  So, I did.  She came back, a moment later, with a shot glass.  (I have been telling her to keep one handy!)  She positioned it at the head of my cock, pressed against my urethra, at the base, and ran her fingers up it.  My load emptied into the glass.  She then did it again, to make sure she had gotten it all.

Having gotten some on her finger, she put it right in front of my nose.  “Smell.  Don’t you smell that?  It has a strong smell.  Not bad, but strong.”  For the life of me, I couldn’t smell a damned thing.  Of course, my face was covered in her juices.  So, maybe that is why.  She licked the cum off of her finger and handed me the shot glass.

This was something that I have fantasized about, but never done.  Despite my inner struggle with the idea, I positioned the shot glass over my mouth and turned it upside down.  My load oozed down the side, before releasing and falling into my mouth.  “Taste it?  It isn’t bad.  It’s just a…bold…taste…with a slightly bitter after-taste.”  Nope.  I couldn’t taste it.  I did note, though, that my warm, smooth semen was now cool, smooth semen.  That was a new experience.  Having experienced it, I prefer warm.  Still, I tasted nothing.

NW surmised that maybe it was because I was used to the taste of her, after orgasm and, especially, after squirting.  That is bitter to the nth degree.  So, maybe, I can’t sense the bitterness of myself because of the strong bitterness that I have grown used to!?

In any case, I had been milked again.  I had consumed it…actually, shared it with NW.  We lay there talking for a few minutes.  Then it was time to clean up.  There were non-sexual plans for the day.  Not to mention, the kids would be home soon.

Why Do I Crave the Cage?

If you have been keeping up with the blog, you know that the current thirty-nine day run of denial and orgasm control has been based on the honor system.  We have not used a chastity/cock cage, because my old CB2000 just isn’t secure and my old Crossfire just doesn’t fit right.

Is that a problem?  For the purposes of me not playing with myself or touching my (NW’s) cock, no.  My word is gold.  And, yes, I understand that it wouldn’t be a workable solution for some.  Given our relationship, though, it is more than sufficient.  So, if that is the case, why even spend the money on a new chastity cage?  I mean, if the honor system ends with the same result…NW’s ability to control my sexual pleasure…does it even make a difference?

The answer to that is an emphatic yes.  You see, in the honor system, the control is indirect.  NW tells me not to touch or pleasure her property.  I then have to process that directive and choose to comply.  I do, of course, because I have given my word.  But that makes me a middleman in this.  And nothing happens without the middleman…hence the indirect control.

Having a chastity cage in place, however, removes the middleman from the equation and makes it direct control.  NW locks up her property because she doesn’t want anyone, including me, touching or pleasuring it.  She locks it up and it immediately becomes inaccessible…direct control.

While that is a physical difference, since the cage actually limits the ability to physically interact with my cock, it is the mental aspect that carries the most impact.  The cage means that I can’t stimulate myself.  I can’t give myself an orgasm.  I can’t even become erect.  It removes the possibility, without direct intervention, meaning a desire for it to happen, by NW.  The control actually becomes hers.

Here is where I would say, or you will read others say, “And I have zero control over it.”  Well, that isn’t true, of course.  If I were to get to a point where I demanded to be out of the cage, she would release me.  There is nothing about sex and/or chastity that is important enough to cause issues in our relationship.  And if I have hit that point (not simply wanting to have an orgasm or be free of the cage), where I have thrown off any hint of sex or play and my only thought is being free from it, then it needs to be removed.

So, it would seem, that I am still the middleman in this.  Except that, until I have hit that point (if I ever do), I am still under NW’s physical control, via the cage.  Also, there are ways to remove the immediacy of events that a free range cock enjoys.  That might include functional or situational things like… I am at work.  I have no key.  NW is at home.  I have zero choice but to stay locked…or find someone to cut it off.  Or maybe we are out running our errands and she decides to leave all of the keys at home.  We go on a vacation and she doesn’t bring the key.  Or, maybe, the key doesn’t even stay at the house or on her person.  Maybe a third party holds the key (knowing or not knowing what it is for) or it is kept in a safe, offsite location, where quick or immediate access isn’t even a possibility.

My only warning on any of these is that a situation might arise where you would want/need to remove the cage.  Not having an emergency key handy could be an issue.  Unless, of course, you have no concerns about potentially anyone and everyone knowing that you are caged…think trip to the hospital.  And if that is your situation, by all means, lock the keys far away, if you like.

There are other ways to mitigate the immediacy, such as, NW and I have agreed that, if I hit that point of “let me out or the world will end”, there will be a twenty-four hour waiting period.  Unless there is an emergency that would require otherwise (medical emergency, having to get on a plane or such…), just about anyone can survive those twenty-four hours.  It gives a set release time, is assured, but still allows a cool down period to make sure the “need” is real…or that you simply don’t change your mind.

In the event that one of us were to just burn out on the chastity aspect of this, we have instituted a seventy-two hour waiting period.  So, if I decide, tomorrow morning, that I just don’t want to do this anymore, I have to wait seventy-two hours before it officially ends.  During that time, things will go on as they have.  My sex would still be completely under her control.  She can continue to do whatever she likes.  She can use that time, and whatever methods she wants to employ, to try to convince me otherwise, assuming she wants to continue it.  And it gives me the chance to really think it over and decide if I really want to stop, if I am just having a rough couple of days, if there is some other root cause that really doesn’t warrant ending it and whether or not I am going to regret having ended it.

None of that is legitimately enforceable without the cage, though.  The cage prevents me from doing what I shouldn’t and forces me to honor that to which we have agreed…even when I think I no longer want it.

Beyond all of this, though, there are other perks to being actually caged.  NW is aroused by the idea of my cock being, actually, locked and under her control.  I, too, am aroused by that.  Going about my day to day business, at work, shopping, whatever, with my cock locked away in a cage the whole time, is very much a turn on to me.  It is to NW, as well.  And it makes both of us wonder who else, in the masses of people around us, are enjoying (or suffering through) some unseen kink.

And lets be honest, when I tell someone else about what is going on, whether me sharing it here, on the blog, or NW or I sharing it with a third party, the chastity play is kinky.  But keeping your spouse, or being kept by your spouse, in a cock cage, over which he has no immediate control, is a lot hotter and more arousing to share.  Not to mention, you can’t see chastity.  But you can definitely see a chastity cage!

Finally, back to the physical aspect of being caged, it is the way it feels.  Initially, it is a constant reminder that my orgasms, my erections, my cock and, hence, my sex are no longer under my control.  As I become used to wearing it, though, I forget it is there.  The snug, warm feel of the metal sheathing my cock becomes normal.  It is comforting.  It lends an odd sense of safety.  And it comes to a point where not being caged feels wrong and unnatural.  I learn to crave the cage.

It makes me feel like a kept man…

 

 

Some Things Never Change

In the description of us, on the “About” page, it notes that I am the more dominant personality in the relationship and NW is the more submissive partner.  As time goes by, my lack of a submissive nature just keeps being re-affirmed.

That is not to say that we are stopping what is currently going on, or that we have any desire to do so.  It is just readily apparent that I am in no way a sub.  NW says that I can’t even play one on TV.  I can surrender certain aspects.  And in our everyday lives, I do just that.  There are just some things that NW is more attuned to or has more knowledge concerning.  And that works.

As we started this, there was a  frenzy of desire and fantasy.  We pushed limits wherever we liked and tested the waters.  Mind you, none of that pushing was into anything too extreme…at least not to us.  But, through it, at best, I felt like I was pampering or going along with NW, not submitting to her, in the classical sense.

For instance, pegging.  I did it because NW wanted to do it to me.  But, despite not really getting anything physically pleasing from it, I have wanted to explore it.  As she told me what to do, to get into position and then did the deed, even without asking…even as I played off of her dominant talk…it still did not feel submissive, even though I was submitting.

Getting caned for being a bad boy?  Same thing.  The act, itself, is submissive.  But it doesn’t inspire a feeling of submission in me.  Being fed my own emissions?  Ditto…  It is happening because it is what she wants.  I have fantasized about it, but it is something that I have always been iffy on, in real life.  I am doing it to submit to her will, but do not feel beholden, owned or in any other way obligated…outside of me having given my word that she is in control of our sex life.  Maybe a good way to put it is that I feel like I am doing this for NW (while absolutely getting something out of it) instead of NW doing it to me.  It is fun to play at being under her thumb, even though that is not how I actually feel.  In a lot of ways it simply feels like roleplay.  I am okay with that.  She seems to be as well.

So, it seems that I can get into the part of the “play” that we are doing, at any given moment, but am incapable of getting into the overall mindset that “submission” would imply.

Why?  I have no fucking clue.  NW says that I am just wired this way and nothing is going to change it.  Maybe it is that simple.  I will say, though, that the one area where I actually do feel subject to her is the chastity…orgasm control and denial.

It still isn’t to the degree that I think actual submission feels like.  But her having that control is important to me…and her.  Beyond that, we are having fun.  And that, after all, is the whole point.  So, not much else matters.

Maybe once the cage gets here it will provide a bit of a tweak.  I don’t really see how it couldn’t.  Don’t expect anything life altering.  It isn’t like we haven’t been there before.  But, you never know.

All of that said, I have noticed one very positive side effect, in all of this.  NW has become more assertive, in general.  Maybe it is that she is becoming more confident?  Maybe it is that this is helping her step outside of her comfort zone?  Whatever is at the root, she is better able to express herself and less submissive in her dealings, with me and others.  That is a very welcome development and one that we will nurture.

NW Checks One Off of Her Fantasy Bucket List

As most of us do, NW has several fantasies.  Hers don’t often get too far out there, though.  This just happens to be one of those that was easy enough to fulfill, but the opportunity had never been seized.  I, as probably the only one, did not have this one high on my list.  But, you know, NW wanted it.  She directed it.  She got it.  I am glad that I could give it to her.

Once again, after work, nothing happened.  Other than the typical gropes, as we passed one another, it was a mundane evening, until we finally retired to the bedroom.

It started off easy enough, with NW lightly stroking my scrotum.  I do love the feel of her fingers lightly running along my flesh.  It was tantalizing, to say the least.

In time, however, it gave way to more intense play, as she took a firm grip of my balls and wandered off into some mild to medium CBT.  More specifically, I guess, it was BT.  For a change, there was no impact.  she took them in her mouth and sucked them.  She bit down on them.  She squeezed them with her off hand.

Eventually, she settled into pressing them.  At first, she pressed them with the palm of her off hand.  When that wasn’t enough, she planted her knee in the bed, right up against my tightly held balls, and leaned forward.  This allowed her to crush my captive balls between her hand, which was braced against my body, and her thigh, which was being forced forward by her body weight, as she leaned into and over me.  It was a high pressure situation, to say the least.

For my part, I spent most of my time focused on the growing pressure, then pain, in my balls.  I humped into her hands as she squeezed my balls between her palms.  Once she had moved to using her thigh, I would raise my hips, to increase the pressure that I was feeling.  At one point, I actually thought that I might be able to reach orgasm, if the pressure continued long enough.  It didn’t.  Oh well…  That would have been a nice first, though…to get there just from the pressure, without any foreplay to  my cock.

Even though her plan had been to ignore my cock, for a second day, she thought better of it.  After becoming content with the press job she had done, she worked her knee up under my balls, where they were resting on it.  Then she took my cock and began stroking me.  Every down stroke, the bottom of her hand would impact my balls.  It was a somewhat sharp, jarring pain.  It is also a technique that will bring me to edge very quickly.

She stopped before I was on edge, however.  Then, she started stroking again.  I went from nowhere near edge to about to go over, in about three ballbusting strokes.  I mean it came out of nowhere.  I managed to avoid the orgasm, but the semen had been released anyway.  Again, as last time, none escaped my body.

She then rolled onto her back, next to me, and told me to expel it onto her.  What choice did I have?  I rolled onto my side, pressed the bottom of my urethra and ran my fingers up it.  The previously hidden load dribbled out onto her waiting pussy.  She told me to eat it off of her.  I did.

As it was rather dark, in the room, I had to pretty much lick and suck all of her sex to find it all.  Once I found the largest deposit, I sucked it into my mouth and went to swallow.  Instead, though, I paused, brought it back to the front of my mouth and played with it for a moment…feeling it, tasting it, basically investigating it.  Honestly, it really didn’t seem to have much taste.  It didn’t register as salty, bitter or sweet…just warm and smooth.  I moved it back down and swallowed it, then finished cleaning her.  This was one of her fantasies.  Simple as it may seem, she wanted me to eat my cum off of her.  Check…  She has a couple of more naughty fantasies in the same vein.  I am sure that you can imagine.

After finishing my clean up work, I sucked her clit into my mouth and began moving my tongue side to side, over it.  She came hard and fast.  She cried out, “What are you doing?”  Then came again…  Then again…  And she was out.  I lightly slapped her thigh and she came right back.  She asked again what I was doing, but I was already doing it and she came again.  This time, though, she pulled away.  She said it was too intense.

The best that we can figure, my sucking her clit into my mouth had unsheathed it.  So, my moderately paced, sideways tongue lashing was on her exposed clit.  That is always a guaranteed orgasm.

That is definitely a technique I will employ again, as I eagerly await the next item on her list.

 

Catching up…

Things were a big frantic yesterday and, definitely, today.  So, just wanted to post a short catch up.

Yesterday was surprisingly quiet, on the sex front.  The only thing that really happened during the day was while NW and I were driving down the interstate.  She gave me “road head”, kind of sorta.  There were just too many damned cars around us, not to mention a rather tall center console.  So, instead I gave her “road…uh…finger”?  A “road handjob”?  I’m not sure what you would call it, but it involved my fingers and NW’s pussy…and lots of orgasms.

After we arrived home, I grabbed her ass, while in the kitchen, as we often do to one another, and the back of her dress was noticeably wet.  So, it must have been okay.

Then, last night, it was very basic…I went down on her.  Yes, I pleasured front and back.  I finger fucked her, with four fingers.  It was a failed attempt at fisting, which we have only ever managed once.

That led to some rather rough finger fucking, g-spot stimulating, and clit stroking.  She came and came and squirted and squirted.  In fact, on one of her last squirts, the angle must have been just right, because I didn’t know it had happened until it showered down on top of my arm and head.  Yes, she squirted straight up in the air and caused a brief rainstorm on our bed.  It has been many years since that happened.

Once she caught her breath, she provided me with a bit of tease and denial.  As is always the case, anymore, once on edge, she could just about send me over the edge by blowing, hard, on my cock.  It feels great to stay on that edge.  But it is also so damned frustrating.  There is almost zero sucking, stroking and/or squeezing after that, because I am just too damned close.

That was the night.  We are still waiting to get word that the new cage has shipped.  But that could be up to three more weeks.  We are both hoping for sooner, though.

This afternoon, after work, was more quiet than normal.  Actually, it was silent.  Nothing sexual happened. We did retire for a few minutes, to talk.  Honestly, it was just to talk.  And we did talk.  Of course, before we got out of the bedroom, NW ended up on her back with my mouth all over her pussy and tongue in her ass.  Then she rolled onto her side and I repeated the process.  Then I rolled onto my back and she climbed on top and fed me her sex.

I have no idea how many orgasms she had.  She said “two or three dozen”.  That sounds about right.  She is so damned orgasmic.  I am not sure I would know what to do with a woman who I actually had to work to bring off.  Hell, if NW hasn’t had her first within a couple of minutes I think something is wrong.

Oh well…caught up.  And, no, there was no t&d tonight.  I, for one, am completely okay with that.