A very good Monday

About two weeks ago my wife and I realized that she was much more responsive sexually after we spent several minutes just cuddling and kissing. I know most of you women will give me a resounding "Duuuuuuuh" at this comment, but with our hectic schedule as of late, we have not given much time to the simple act of kissing. A couple of weeks ago we had a bit of an argument about me putting her under pressure to have an orgasm just because I did. The result of that conversation was three days of silence between us, but after we got over feeling hurt and being attacked, we decided that one night we would just kiss. Just kiss, and go to sleep.

That night was Monday night. We made the effort to get in bed early, which for us, is about 10:30 p.m. She was in silk pajamas, just shorts and a top, with no underwear. I was in my boxer shorts made of light cotton with Bart Simpson comic characters printed on them (a birthday present from last year). I will freely admit that I love kissing my wife. She has great lips and a sweet little tongue that does a good job of keeping me highly aroused. We began to kiss, snuggle, and really started to enjoy the "no pressure" time. Of course, because I am a guy, I was unable to resist the urge, and I got as hard as a rock.

It was inevitable that she finally brushed against my body and felt how excited I was.

"What the hell is this?" She giggled, "I thought we were just going to kiss."

"Can I help it if my wife turns me on?" I said, with my best innocent voice.

"JUST KISSING" She sternly warned me with a finger pointed at my face. I quickly took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it gently, melting her resistance.

I think we kissed for about 10 more minutes before she started to crawl on top of me.

"Just kissing" I whispered in her ear as I felt her body rock on top of mine. I allowed my hand to go to her ass and work its way up underneath the silk. My fingertips began to caress her gently between her cheeks, lightly brushing over the puckered opening of her ass, which is usually very off-limits to me. She allowed me to stroke it gently, feeling the bumpy skin of the opening and gently tickling it. I know better than to try to go inside there, but it was quite erotic for her to allow me to touch it at all. My hands wandered further between her legs and began to feel the soft lips of her vagina. Her lips stay fairly closed until she's extremely aroused, so the surface was smooth and bumpy at the same time, but definitely not open. It was, however, quite wet, and as her legs spread, and she opened herself up to me, my fingers, two of them, quickly slipped inside.

Usually, when I give my wife the finger, it's just one. Tonight a different vibe was taking over and my fingers, plunged deep into intimacy. I couldn't believe it. I curled my fingers in a motion that would seem to say "Come here" which, if I have read the magazines right, should be getting close to her G-spot. I tried to move them around in all directions to stimulate her in different ways, and she seemed to be enjoying it.

She began to buck and press into me, pressing her silky shorts against my straining cock. It was quite amazing; we continued to kiss this whole time, our tongues pressing deeper and harder into each other's mouths. It was wonderful and almost orgasmic. I say almost, because I was close to cumming and had not gotten anywhere near inside her. My fingers moved in all directions, and occasionally came out to strokes deep within the crevice between her legs to feel her ass, and move back inside again. Sometimes my fingers would come up and caress her clit in small, tightly focused circles. He body would press against mine, and she would shove her tongue deep into my mouth. It was bliss, it was heaven.

"Go down on me."

I don't want to imply that she doesn't enjoy oral sex, she does, and it is one of my favorite ways to make her climax. But for her to ask for it was almost shocking and it felt wonderful. I quickly moved down her body, kissing her breasts and her stomach and her hips. I got my hands inside her shorts and pulled them quickly off her long, beautiful legs. I pulled the sheets of bed completely off so we were just lying on top of the cool white sheets.

I love it when she spreads her legs wide for me,. I brought her feet up to her ass and let her knees fall open, showing me that the pink lips of her vagina were beginning to swell and spread. I took a new approach that made me harder than ever before. I began licking around her lips, outside of her vagina, swirling across her skin. My tongue was darting in and out, not quite ignoring the clit. I was naked now as well and I laid my body flat on the bed, my hard cock against the silk sheets was delightful and I pulled her legs even wider and began to perform long slow licks from her “other” hole all the way up to her clit. Then I tried something new.

Keeping my mouth open, and my tongue out and flat, I began thrusting my tongue against her clit as if I was fucking her. My tongue wasn't long and pointed like I sometimes do when I’m trying to stick my tongue deep inside her. It was just flat, I used it almost as a battering ram on her engorged clit. This required me to thrust my body against the sheets and shove my face in her sweet, open sex. It was like I was fucking the bed and she was just getting the benefit of the pounding in my movements. I thought at first that the impact would be too much, but by the sound of her voice, it was just right.

She actually grabbed the insides of her thighs and pulled her cunt open for me, a passionate move that betrayed just how much aroused she was. As she pulled her body open for me and I increased the pace of my thrusting, she exploded into a noisy orgasm, unlike any I have heard in months. I kept going for about four more tongue thrusts, but she soon became too sensitive for me to continue and pulled my face up to her lips and began kissing passionately. She wrapped her legs around me at that point and reached her hand down between us and guided my cock into her. It didn't take me long to get to my orgasm. Her hand was between us the whole time, furiously rubbing her clit and keeping her on a high plateau of passion.

After my climax, we continue to hold each other tightly and kiss deeply as our heart rates began to slow. I could feel her heart pounding next to mine, and it had to have been some of the best sex we have had in a very, very long time.

She rolled over on top of me, kissed me gently one final time, and said "Remember, just kissing."

For TT

My first time and Talking to our Daughters

I was reading one of my regular blogs Lazy Geisha and there was an article about her "first time." My response, as always, got way longer than I expected so I decided to post it here as well. Her writing is definately erotic, and if that's the kind of blog you like, I recommend it.

If you read her posting first, my response makes more sense.

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As I have read this website and the accompanying comments, I realized that as a man I am in the minority. Most of the comments, especially on this post, had been from women about the woman's first-time experience. I wanted to share a few thoughts about my first time. As a man who was raised in a very religious home, I had very limited experience compared to the world, but a lot of experience compared to my closest friends. Out of my group of friends, five of us, all of us were virgins until we got married. It was just the way things were done.

My wife was also a virgin on our wedding night. Now, to say that I was a virgin does not mean that I had no experience. I had some experience with oral sex, lots of touching, caressing, and being intimate, but I had made a choice years ago that I would not go all the way. I had opportunities to do just that, maybe more than I realized, but I choose not to engage in sex. It was a choice, made with free will and intent.

My first time with my wife was wonderful. The events of our wedding day were a whirlwind of happiness, family, photography, eating, dancing, and these moments were shared with the most important people in our lives. We were on cloud nine.

When I took her to the bridal suite of our hotel, I carried her across the threshold and as we laughed together and dropped her on the bed. I immediately dropped to my knees and reached up under her big, billowy wedding dress. From her position she couldn't see me, but she did feel me pulling off her panties under her dress. After pleasing her for a while, I crawled out from under her dress and we began to kiss and touch on the bed. It was all so much fun.

We had to slow down a little bit because the back of her dress had over 50 buttons that had to be undone one by one. It was like forced extended foreplay. Finally, we were naked. It seemed like we were on the cusp of something wonderful, and we kissed some more. When she finally said that she was ready, I rolled her onto her back and she wrapped her legs around me. My concern, being a virgin myself, was that I would not last long enough to make her happy. Luckily, the entire day had been a wild aphrodisiac for my sweet bride, and she had a raging orgasm after about five strokes. This was wonderful, because I had mine after about six.

As we have looked back on that night, we were both glad that we share that moment with each other. We don't have to worry about a past, about secrets, and about comparisons with other lovers. Now there are times when we are mad at each other, or in a little bit of a rut, when I wonder about what might have been. But then I take her into my arms, we make the effort to reconnect, and I take great joy in knowing that she is my only one, and that I am her only one.

I know that sounds too romantic to be real these days, and there are times when we fight like cats and dogs, and I wish that I could bail out, take off, and spend all my savings on strange new women. But I think in the end, our shared experience with each other is stronger than our urge to be apart.

Now I have daughters of my own. They are old enough that I'm no longer naked in front of them after the shower, I let them wash themselves in the bath, I'm starting to instill in them a sense of modesty and personal space. Like most kids, they are nudists at heart, and unless I tackled them and forced them to get dressed on a Saturday morning, they would go the whole day and nothing but socks and shoes while they played in the backyard.

So what am I going to tell them when they start finding out about boys? How can I keep them safe from the men in the world who want nothing more than their bodies, at the expense of their souls?

I think one of the reasons that I made it through the maze of relationships fairly safely, is that I had a reason to remain a virgin. I was raised with religious parents, who taught me from my earliest memories that sex was indeed special. They didn't tell me in so many words, but I have found out that our hearts and our sex organs are directly connected. If you misused one, the other gets hurt. I think this is especially true of young women. While I am glad that the author of this blog had a wonderful first experience, the emotional damage done to young women, by young men, is unfathomable.

Women the world over complain about men, and sex, and all of the pain that they go through while at the same time denying the link between their sexual choices and their emotional heartbreak. I believe that it is genetically impossible to make love to a person without feeling an emotional connection. Most of us have learned to deny that emotion, to suppress the feelings we have when we give ourselves to another, but it is there, and when it is ignored, it hurts us.

I will tell my daughter's that love and sex are both dangerous games. I will tell them that sex outside of marriage will almost inevitably lead to heartache. And while heartache will come to them whether they have sex are not, it is my job as a parent to try and protect them from the pain that will come their way from bad decisions. They will still need to make decisions on their on their own, and I will not be able to make their decisions for them. Because of this, I will tell them about condoms, about STDs, about AIDS, pregnancy, and you can bet that there will be times when I try to scare them into celibacy. I won't deny that, and I won't apologize for it,

I have seen my friends suffer years of the emotional turmoil as the result of a teenage abortion. I have held my friends while they have cried because men have hurt them, and left them. I have seen the pain of those I love, and I will do anything to protect my daughters from the same pain.

My wife's sister - an almost true memory

This post, like others, was inspired by Leesa - who always makes me think.
Leesa's Stories

I have a sister-in-law that was a huge flirt before I married her sister. I've fantasized about just this scenario because she spends the night at our house on a regular basis.

I had, in fact, met the sister first and had quite a crush on her for about 6 months until our age difference made it clear that we were not going to be a great couple. One night, after I started dating her sister, she came over to the house. I had arrived early so I was there alone, having let myself in with the emergency key.

Kara (names have been changed to protect the guilty) was just out of the gym and was wearing cute little spandex shorts, and a front-zipped sweater. She also let herself in with her key and was startled to see me instead of her sister. I don't know what got into me, but I stood up and walked slowly over to her, invading her personal space and putting my left hand on her right hip.

Her head moved a fraction of an inch upwards and I took that as my opening. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, and as we kissed, my right hand slowly pulled the zipper down on her top, revealing that she was bare underneath. My hand moved up and cupped her breast lightly, gently feeling the firmness that makes all 19 year old women so wonderful. Her nipples hardened and our kisses became more passionate.

The only thing that stopped us was the harsh tone of the phone and the crackly voice of my girlfriend, her sister, as the answering machine picked up her message that she was on her way.

We kissed again, and I took her into my arms more tenderly, more lovingly, as if admitting that this would be our one and only time together. Her hands came to my shoulders and pressed me down and I moved my lips down to her exposed skin, taking her nipple into my mouth, trying to memorize everything about it.

As I stood up again at her urging, she zipped her jacket closed and wrapped her arms around my neck. Kissing her again, she jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around me, letting her open body come to rest against the bulge in my slacks. She could feel it pressing against her opening through too many layers of clothing and inhibition. She rubbed herself against me for just a moment, enough, I think, to let me know that it was on purpose, that she wanted to feel my cock against her body, against her openness. Without ever saying it out loud, she told me that my feelings were reciprocated and that they were as strong as I had hoped.

As our moment ended, she kissed me again and walked back out the front door. My wife never knew that she came by that night.

That was almost 16 years ago, but I think about it still, and on occasion, when she's over with her kids, she'll be wearing the same style zip-front jacket and she'll catch my eye, unzip the zipper a couple of inches, and smile.

And I'll know that she remembers too.

New Music Thursday!

I am so excited! I just got my first shipment of seven CDs from the latest music club that is taking my money. I am a sucker for any new club that offers me free CDs to join. This time I joined, “The Musical Heritage Society.” Focusing mostly on classical and world jazz, this club offers 300 titles in its first catalog. Cool. Whenever I join a new club, I take it as an opportunity to branch out and try music that I would never pay for with real money. With CDs at $17 a pop I hate to spend money on unknown music. Call me a coward if you will, but I work too hard to throw away my money like I did last year on "The Music Of The Upper Nile". I kid you not. I actually bought that CD, I guess the review sounded better than the music.

Anyway, I'll give you a quick list of the music I picked and as time goes on maybe I’ll review of couple of the CDs.

The chieftains- Water from the well.

You can never go wrong buying music by old Irish guys.

Balalaika-Russia's most beautiful tunes by "The stars of St. Petersburg" –

I have to say something about this album cover. It looks like it was done on Photoshop 1.0 and a bad scanner. When I do a review I'll post their picture. They look like a bad 1970s glamour band that got stuck in Moscow.

Russian Medieval Chant – Chants in honor of the Virgin

"In these amazing chants caress the human soul, exposing it to goodness, light and beauty, assuaging suffering and implanting in it the great meaning of Life. That's a pretty big claim for a free CD.

The Japanese Drums –Nihon Daiko

So the first four selections are from three different countries: Ireland, Russia, and Japan.

The other three CDs are little more conventional two collections of Yo-Yo Ma playing Bach and other baroque artists, and one collection of classical guitar.

Julian Bream – The ultimate Guitar Collection Volume 2

How can there be more than one volume of the “Ultimate” collection? Wasn’t Volume 1 the ultimate? Were they lying the first time or did more Ultimate music get written?

Yo-Yo Ma Plays Bach & Yo-Yo Ma Plays Baroque.

There's not much to say about Yo-Yo Ma, he's become by far my favorite classical soloist, though artists like Pearlman and Horowitz are close behind.

I have to thank my parents for my love of classical music. My mom was an excellent pianist and a fantastic teacher, and took us kids to the opera, to musicals, and any other concert she could get her hands on. While my dad couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, he supported good music of all kinds by sending us kids to band camp (not the good kind, we actually played music), orchestra rehearsals, and by paying for more lessons than I care to count.

I once told my mom that I was born at the wrong time, because I like music from so long ago, her response though, was very instructive. She told me that by being born now instead of in the past, I got to pick and choose from any kind of music I liked. It's true. My collection is full of classical, rock, alternative, a smattering of punk, reggae and world music. I also went through my country days, my country and western phase, and I have a little rockabilly and bluegrass thrown in for good measure. My brother was looking at my music collection a few months ago; his quote as he shook his head, was, "You can't make up your mind, can you?"

My answer to that question has always been “No.” Why should I when the questions keep changing?

I love knowing

This is going to be short because I'm leaving work in about 12 1/2 minutes, but I had to say something. Monday night is "sex night" at my house. At least in theory, but it usually gets bumped because we're too tired, it gets too late, where the mood just isn't there. And I know having a "sex night" is supposed to solve those problems, but it doesn't, even though we try. Last night was Monday night, but is also the last day of a five-day weekend for me. I was off Thursday for some medical work, Friday I put in electrical wiring and lights in my front yard, and the rest of the weekend was taken up with a dozen projects that just wore me out. So Monday night came and went without any action.

A while ago, perhaps an hour or so, my wife called to let me know that she was home from visiting a friend whose mom is very ill. We don't expect her to last much longer, but since she is quite old and this illness is ongoing, it's not much of a surprise. After having such a somber visit with her friend, I was very surprised that she said that tonight would be sex night. After she said that she told me to stop grinning, and not think about it, to just try to get home on time from work and to get ready for bed by 10. Of course, I started giggling, because the thought of it. Since I’m a guy, the thought of it started to make me hard already. I asked her what was going on at the house since she had taken our kids to a friends house for a play date.

I told her that if she brought herself to orgasm before I got home that I would do anything she asked me to do for the next month. She told me that if she brought herself off in the afternoon, that she probably wouldn't be able to do much later. I told her I was willing to make that trade, and it caught her a little off guard. She thought I wouldn't be willing to call her bluff.

After some negotiation about taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, washing the bathrooms, we finally decided that I would be responsible for arranging the next two date nights. This includes getting the babysitter, finding a restaurant, picking the activity, and making sure everything is in place for a successful evening.

After I got her to promise that she would follow through with the plan, I hung up the phone. I have no idea what she's going to do, how she's going to do it, or what she will be wearing as she does it. All I know is that within the next hour my wife is going to have an orgasm in our bedroom, alone. And that's a very, very hot thought in deed.

A quickie about a quickie

OK, so I complain a lot, it's true, most of the time my sex-life sucks, and not in the good way...

Thursday night, I got off work early and had the day at home. All afternoon we were busy, but had plans to have sex that night (get the kids in bed, finish the dishes early, etc). Things are going according to plan, but right in the middle, I say something, she takes offense, big discussion ensues, and we get in a very long argument/debate/discussion about sex and expectations, and responsiveness, likes, and dislikes, and we end up going to sleep without any satisfaction, but we did resolve to try again the next day.

I took yesterday off to go see the doctor. I had been listening to an erotic blogcast on the way home and was already hard. Because of the nature of my doctor's appointment (really cute nurse) I had worn these great looking Lycra workout briefs that were thin and really clingy and showed how big I was getting.

I pulled into the driveway, stepped into the house, and dropped my pants. She was on the phone with her mom and she saw me and she growled at me, but gave me a great smile. She told her mom that she would have to call her back later. She said that we only had 10 minutes before the kids got home from school, so I tossed her on the couch, opened the blinds enough to watch for the carpool mom to pull up the driveway, and pulled her pants down.

She told me to go get the lube but I said that there wasn't enough time, so as soon as her shorts cleared her ankles I dove in tongue first and got her really wet. I slipped on the condom I had grabbed that morning. Licking her seemed to help because as soon as I leaned into her I got in all the way on the first try.

I LOVE HAVING SEX IN THE DAY TIME. I love to watch, to see our bodies move, to keep my eyes open when we kiss. It is all so wonderful.

Anyway, she keep looking at the window, expecting Wendy to show up at any minute Wendy's not great looking, nor very sexy in anyway, but the thought of her driving up our driveway and catching us gave us a sense of urgency.


I held her ankles high and wide so I could watch myself move in and out, and it didn't take long until I was breathless and having a wonderful orgasm. It lasted and lasted and then I turned my head and saw Wendy's car pull in. I pulled out, glad to have used a condom for once, grabbed my shorts and ran to the bedroom. My wife grabbed her pants, pulled them on without her panties, and tried to catch her breath before the kids ran in, eager to share their day at school.

I spent a couple of minutes getting dressed and trying to look like I had been working in the yard before I came out to greet Wendy. My wife was corralling the kids so Wendy could leave safely in her car. After Wendy gave me a friendly greeting, she pointed to the living room floor at a clearly visible condom wrapper, and said, "I think you dropped something." She then laughed, got in her car and pulled away.

My wife has no idea that her best friend knows….