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.