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My First Night with My Wife

{ April 28, 2007 @ 6:22 am } · { Sex, Sexual Experience }
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THIS IS A REPOST, JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE IT.

I had a sudden recall of this experience as I was listening to Mariah Carey’s We Belong Together.

Our first real date was on January 11, 1998. I was waiting for her at a street corner for like thirty minutes, but she was worth the wait. I was a bit nervous because this is the first time we’d met each other since I saw her and approached her during a birthday party two weeks before. We just talked a lot on the phone until about 3 am (We were both insomniacs.), laughing at our jokes or talking about life’s philosophies. But now, to see her in the flesh again made my heart want to leap out of my chest.

When she arrived, I was spellbound. She had red hair that she cut like a bob, wearing a tight white shirt, and was really sexy in her faded blue jeans. When she smiled, I was speechless for a sec, but I regained my usual boisterous self. It was already six thirty pm.

We rode the bus going to the mall to watch a movie. Since it was full of passengers we had to stand at the aisle, with me behind her. As I was talking to her, the bus came to a sudden stop. I was propelled forward, making my front touch her soft round behind. The result was pointedly instantaneous. She turned towards me with a knowing smile as I tentatively placed my hand around her waist. Our bodies closer than before, I clung to her tighter, pressing at her hills below. Her hair exuded the fragrance of flowers and fermented oils, so tropical yet modern. Gosh, she’s so soft! I could feel the warmth of her body underneath her clothes.

We arrived at the mall and ate at a restaurant. I had my jitters by making her laugh, the sound of jingle bells. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After that we strolled. Then we came to the cinema. I remembered that I asked her if she wanted to watch a horror movie. She said yes, so I bought tickets for “Vampires”. The dark theater was full of couples hugging each other (out of fear?) as we made our way to the less occupied row. I placed my arm around over her shoulders, trying to really just watch the film because I really wasn’t really sure if she’s up to making out on a first date. When the gory stuff’s coming out, she’d hide in my chest, genuinely terrified. But before she’d peek back at the movie, I felt her eyes on my face as if she’s studying me.

Then, I got bolder. Amidst the screaming of the victims of the vampire, I told her, “You know the reason why a man like me would like to kiss you now?”

Surprised at my question, she innocently inquired, “Why would you?”

“Because for me, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I want to kiss you because you are so beautiful, right here, right now.”

“Okay, kiss me.”

So I did. Her lips smelled of thick Mac lipstick, her breath was minty with Colgate toothpaste. Her saliva was like the mother’s milk, healthy sweet. We closed our eyes but like Ben Affleck in the Daredevil, I saw her outline like a shimmering gold aurora in the dark. We kissed and kissed, our tongues probing the wet, soft insides of our hot mouths, as our faces got hot, our hands grabbing each other tightly, the freezing air forgotten. Her nails dug on my back. I was stroking her tummy when she took my hand and placed it on her breast, firm from arousal. I dared not mash them like crazy, but just opened my palms and cupped them gently but firmly, pushing them upward. Full of surprises, my wife put her hand in my pants and gently stroked my rod.

“It’s hot, hard”, she gasped. I made a mental shrug. The inside of her palms were smooth and silky and sweaty, conducting static to my tower. She then took my hand and placed it on her Venus delta, holding my hand as she guided me in caressing herself. Dear reader, it was so hot! I was like wetting my lips, couldn’t wait to taste her soup of Eden.

“Tom, your tongue’s hot!” She exclaimed, as I licked her ear, her ivory neck, then and her nape. I said to myself, if can’t ‘lick’ you here, your nape will do. I parted the hair at her nape and tongued, and this drove her to really heavy breathing, like I just discovered a new erogenous zone. I tasted salty sweat. She was grabbing my tower a lot harder now. Some couples were pointing at us now. Finally the credits rolled, the light turned on, and we have to get out. It was eleven. After grabbing a short bite and staring at each other at the table, we checked in at the nearest decent lodge.

As soon as she lay down on the mattress, I went on top of her, dry pumping her with my hardness, repossessing her lips. I took off her top, kissed and licked, then her bra, sucked and licked, enclosing my lips on her nipples. She arched her back, touching my cheek. Her chest was bathed with my saliva. I took off her pants, kissed her Venus delta behind her silk panties, pushing my mouth at her labias underneath. I swooned. I was in heaven on earth, with her as my angel. She pulled off her panties and I was nowhere and nowhen, just sucking, sucking, and sucking as her pubic hair parted for me like Moses and the Red Sea. I rounded my lips and stimulated her clitoris, softly bumping my lips around it to a beat.

“Ooh, Tom, you’re…keep it up…damn…so good.” Like a siren song, I heeded and worshipped her more.

“Oh..Oh..Oh…Faster…I’m coming…I’m coming…Oh God…No…Yes…Aaah!”

She pulled my hair (Ouch!), shook all over, the bed was having aftershocks on her Richter scale. Of all the girlfriends I had before, she registered the most intense clitoral orgasm that I helped bring. I said to myself, she is the one.

I knelt before my ‘altar’, waiting for her to say, “Fuck me”, but she just closed her eyes and passed her hands all over her body, like I wasn’t even there. Then, she looked at me like a girl who’s alone with a man for the first time. I took off my shirt and my pants. Seeing my nodding phallus, she even looked more afraid. Then, I slowly came up to her, between her legs, and slid the body of my cock on her radiating labias. As I was going to put it in, she pushed at my tummy. I was confused, like you are confused now. I pushed. She recoiled.

At last, she whispered, “Please, do it slowly.”

I knew slowly. As I pushed my ‘head’ into her, the entry was a bit dry (?), and very tight. I came down on her and kissed her nethermouth at the same time delivering in my saliva, plenty of it, even though her pubes were drenched with it. Then, I lay on top of her, pointed my heat seeking missile home, and then hugged her tightly, rocking into her in starts and stops. All the while, I kissed her face. She stiffened. Then, I felt a hindrance just near the opening of her vagina.

I was making love to a 20-year-old virgin! My wife to be! It came as a shock, but I recovered. Slowly, I pushed at the hymen. Little by little, until it finally gave way, her lubrication began in earnest. Then, the dance turned to a rave.

Lubricated with my saliva, her juices, and probably a little blood, we set the rhythm, I was like the tick tock of the clock, ignoring my pleasure as my penis slid and vibrated in her Venus delta, becoming faster and faster. My chest parted her breasts, wet. My face and lips were on hers. My hips were like well oiled pistons. My ass rose and plunged with speed. I was grabbing every part of her body. The room was filled with her answering prayers, my queen, my angel. As I increased in momentum, I ‘vibrated’ like a Brazilian samba dancer.

Suddenly, she became silent with her mouth open, closed her eyes tightly.

“Oh my God…oh my God…uh…uh…Coming…Oooohhh!!!”

She let out a shout of pleasure, music to my ears, that I’m sure the bellboys heard. She scratched my back. Since I could not stop my momentum, ignoring her moans, she swung into multiple-serial orgasms every time my rod hit her G-spot. I thrust deep and paused before the next deep thrust in her later orgasms. Her eyes looked into mine when I did that.

“Can I rest for five minutes?” she exhaled, panting. Her face was red.

“Sure”, I replied.

We were bathed in sweat. I was still rock hard in her vagina as I watched her breasts rising up and down, catching her breath, eyes closed. My penis felt the heat inside her, the electricity. Her vagina contracted around it. I felt so grateful and content as I massaged her hips and the back of her legs and calves. Loneliness was in Siberia. I felt needed, wanted. She smiled in her rest.

The rest of the night was spent with her suggesting another position, then another, more cunnilingus, naps, drinks, snacks, hugging, ‘vibrating’, her orgasms, my comes (2), and afterglows. At 10 in the morning, we checked out.

“Please call me”, she said. She wore shades. Her lips, sans lipstick, were redder, fuller than I remembered.

I did call her. I was in love and I still am, with her. She’s the last American girl I’ll ever have. That’s how we began this 8-year relationship.

Being Watched

{ April 2, 2007 @ 10:09 am } · { Personal Confessions }
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I don’t like being watched while I’m at it. That’s why if I’d be invited to a threesome or some group sex I’d pass. There is some feeling of territoriality to monogamous lovemaking that adds to its sacredness and mystery, as well as health security too. Hence, the expected social behavior of “Get a room!”

This doesn’t stop people from becoming voyeurs though, as if they’re privy to some hidden rite where only the elect gain entry.

So when my cousin Laura insisted to chat with us in front of the TV, three of us comfy on the sofa in their house, I was a bit irked. Night a t somebody else’s house with your spouse is a thrill I don’t feel often in our own home.

Of course I had to keep a straight face, while Apollo was straightening up in my shorts, neither woman didn’t seem to notice. Laura, on the other hand, seemed to be on ampethamines. I wasn’t saying nothing no more while my wife’s eyelids were like gauzy drapes in a cloudy morning. Jimminy! How was I to get some now?

“Why don’t we all sleep there in the living room? That’d be fun!” Laura said, bubbly sprite that she was.
“Laura, I don’t— (Ow!)”
“Sure Cuz, that’d be fine,” my wife said. She had gently placed her hand on my leg and adroitly buried her nails on the skin without her cuz noticing.
“Okay! It’s like we’re camping,” she giggled. She was off to get beddings, pillows and stuff.
“Honey, I don’t think this is a good idea. I want to have sex—“
“Tom, I’m already sleepy. Let’s do it some other time.”
“But Darling…”
“But what?” I was about to say ‘I’m really feeling it, baby’.
“Even just a quickie?”
“No.” She flatly refused me. Great.
“Is everybody ready to snuggle?” Laura’s cheerful tone zoomed at me. Did she just hear that? Didn’t bunny slippers make any sound?
“Great.” Laura lovingly laid the mattress and pillows in front of the TV, which was playing a Korean soap with subtitles, and handed us the sheets. Wifey plumped already, covering her sando and shorts clad bod with a white sheet.
“I’ll lie beside Cuz.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Why, Tom?”
“I’m a bit rowdy in my sleep, you know. I’m beside her, the next moment I’m on the other side. Why don’t you sleep on the sofa where it’s really soft and it’s all to yourself.”
“But…” I had to drag her gently to the sofa.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Tom.” I put the lights out.

It was 1 AM on my watch. Both women were sound asleep. I start mashing my wife’s breast and dry pumped her ass with my hardened cock. I loved recalling this. I licked her ear, tickling her awake. At first her eyes looked very angry, even in the dark. I stroked her crotch while I poked her ass with my hard on. I kissed her, she responded. I placed my fingers on her clit, then feeling moisture on her labias, I gently slid my fingers into her vagina. The cold feel of her skin fought with the hot throbbing of my cock, which made my wife rear her head like a girl possessed as we laid side by side. She became warmer. I thought of only a quickie, so I pulled her panties and shorts down, and mounted her.

She wasn’t making a sound, but I knew my wife was loving every thrust as I felt so much pleasure getting it, sexual pleasure from my Apollo spreading from it to all parts of my body and mind. I had to make her come at least once. I thrust and thrust her Venus temple until we simultaneously came. She bit my ear. I mashed her breasts some more. As I sat up, admiring her body still joined to mine, the look of her pubic hair in the gloom seized my brain. I pulled out and immediately buried my face on her rug. She wasn’t expecting it. She had scratched my cheek.

If you had seen me, you’d think I was sucking something else rather than licking. My legs were under me, my elbows propping me, as my head bobbed up and down, my mouth bobsledding on her slit. Wifey was ruffling my hair like crazy, the sides of her legs warmed my cheeks, her Venus wine scalding my lips and nose. I stole a peek at Laura, just to check her dreaming.

She was wide eyed, the pillow hiding her from Wifey but not to me. I didn’t give my self away, went on with what I was doing. Laura’s hand flew to her crotch, unnoticed by my master. She kicked my side, signaling me to fast lick her. My jaw and neck muscles screamed but so what, I did this a million times. My wife’s body stretched while she pushed me away, but like always, I squeezed the last drop from her come until she kicked me.

When I sat up to wipe my mouth with the bed sheet, Laura was already with her back to us. I felt like a wolf satiated. I laid beside her while she hugged me, stroking my cock like an old comrade.

Morning came, Laura hid well herself while we talked over breakfast. After lunch she disappeared. Later, she came with five of her girlfriends, hot lesbian chicks by the way they stood together. They were looking at me like I was some kind of lab rat. They might be thinking I was a new species of lab rat. A woman may never keep a secret from her friends. That was meant to be since time immemorial.

And you guys, are my friends.

How To Have Sex While Pregnant

{ April 2, 2007 @ 10:08 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience }
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My Wife told me, “Let’s get outta here.” I was all for it. Since her pregnancy, most of the in-laws had been popping at the house, trying to check out their favorite niece having her first baby boy, my boy (He’s six now). My dear mother-in-law, who had a pacemaker in the chest, proved to be one cybernetic grandmother. With all those well-meaning relatives around, my manly urges had taken a down-slide, and when that was happening, I would have this glazed eye look that was aptly described by Samuel Jackson in the action-crime movie Triple X, “Lions in the cage lose that fierce look” or some such. My Wife knew this.

It was the Second People Power revolution in this country, the plunder suspect Estrada was being ousted by a popular bloodless uprising, catapulting Gloria Arroyo to being the Second Philippine Woman President (See, women here were on top.). My Wife didn’t mind walking about, already along her eighth month tummy. Dear Me, I was so hard for her! She’d caress my knob in the crowd with no one the wiser. She was hungry for sex! So was I.

Having the kitschy hotel room to ourselves, we watched the revolution on TV. Generals defecting and mob’s were chasing out the drunkard gambler president (he had lotsa mistresses.) out of the Cream-Beige House. It was funny and relieving as well. Economy took a nose dive because of the bastard. Then, the shooting started.

I was eating my wife alive and recreating her with my wet, deep kisses into her mouth while standing. I was behind her, my Apollo sliding on her see-through Victoria Secret panties as I stroked her slippery clit and caressed her lactating breasts. Her aroma, upturned nipples the color of old rose, her big breasts, the slightly more viscous fluid as my fingers slid in and out of her, her moans of lust as she came on my fingers overpowered me.

I groaned so loud it echoed in the suite. The delicious friction of my dry fucking her ass and her turning her face to devour my kisses made me unload so much come on her rouind behind. My white white gooey semen covered her white cream ass and crack. I still felt more sperm unexpelled from my shaft, I pushed harder on her ass, almost going into her. My metal tubing slid off her cheek as it spat more orgasmic white juice, landing on the TV screen beside us.

It struck smack on the face of Gloria Arroyo as she was being sworn by the Chief Justice as the 14th head of state.

My wife pushed me to bed. “I want to be fucked, pronto.” She sucked my bent Apollo, white glue became her lipstick. She was doing it so painfully it jolted me out of my afterglow. I felt teeth, then tongue, and, oh my sweet mary, throat. Moments later, I was operational.

Seeing this, she went on all fours. You wouldn’t think she was heavy with child, being behind her sexy but. “Gently but quickly”, she told me, ever the instructor. Her Venus juice was like honey, hot to the cock. I thrust like a vibrator. Her vagina squeezed me. She came like a banshee while the crowd cheered on TV.

I pulled out, my Apollo rising at a 45 degree angle, slapped by the freezing hotel air. She lay on her back biting her lower lip. I sat in front of her venus temple and disappeared into her, holding her two legs up. She felt like a spa inside. Again she came, tears flowing at the corners of her eyes. She had closed them too hard as she climaxed.

The scent of her clitoris was no different from her skin, intoxicating. Inviting. Tempting. Controlling. I was on all fours too, lapping at her clitoris while her pubic hair invaded my nostrils. My tongue had clear sticky fluid from her, salty to the taste. My tongue was like a paint brush gone berserk. Her feet and legs shook as they rested on my back and shoulders. I licked, sucked, and tongued while a pretty faced news reporter rattled news flashes on the revolution. The ousted president looked out of the TV, puzzled. Then, Wifey grabbed my hair and slammed my face to her organ. “Oh my God, oh my God, here I come! Oooooohhhhhh!!!” She let out a primal aria like Celine Dion. Good thing the in-laws were back home.

Next day would be tarnation for both of us. Mumma would ask us endless questions on where we spent the night. Of course I couldn’t tell her I fucked her daughter all night.

Again I was behind her, intent of having my share of the fun. Both of us on our sides, her hand on my face, saying “Come in me, come in me, Baby.” Of course it took me too long, so, off went her hand and grabbing the bed sheet. That image was so primal I quickened and burst what’s left in my balls.

“Ha, hah, hahahahaha…” She started laughing. I never heard her laugh during sex, until now.
“How’s the baby?” I asked.
“See for yourself”, she replied, brown eyes reflecting the halogen lamps of the mirror ceiling.
I went over to her tummy, placing my face in contact with her skin beside the belly button. The Baby inside kicked so hard my face flew, more from shock than that really hard foot suddenly jutting from my wife’s tummy. Now she really laughed.
“You disturbed him”, was all she said, all smiles at my naked surprise.

Dinzy Revisited

{ April 2, 2007 @ 9:55 am } · { Sexual Experience }
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I love my exes. Not the kind of love accorded to the one and only but a different love altogether that includes fondness, familiarity, a fresh exercise of trust, and anticipation of pleasure. They just don’t fade away from my life.

I recall receiving text messages from Dinzy, one of my really favorite lovers, second to my wife. If you read my posts dated———-, then you’d be familiar with her and know where I met her. We usually saw each other at the mall. She would treat me to burgers and fries. We’d smooch and grope each other in the movies, then spend hours of afternoon delight in a cool room.

“Finally,” I undressed before her, seated at the bed, “I miss your cock, baby.” She made me stand before her and ravenously take Apollo into her hungry lips. She took it all in like nothing. Sometimes I feared she’d hurt herself but whenever I asked her about it she just went on doing it hotter than before then I just shut up.

“My turn,” she spread her smooth white legs as I knelt before the bed’s edge. I’ve had calluses on my knees afterwards. Her labias were cute, like round petals blood red like her lipstick. Her clitoris was a naked bud that looked erect despite being so small. I’d had the same bud if I didn’t get the Y Chromosome.

“Do it baby, I missed your mouth.” I dutifully slid the length of my hot tongue (3 1/2 inches) on labia and clitoris until bathed with my lubricant saliva pooling under her ass. She sat watching me and I looked up to her face showing a thousand worldly emotions, must lustful, self-made angel enjoying her stay with me on earth. My two hands held her round legs, squeezing.

“Oh, Tom, you’re so…damn! Ah, just do it, aww. That. Yes. Ahh. Suck that pussy, baby. Oh. Ooohhh. Hah, your tongue. Shit. Yeah. Ooh! Nice face sucking my pussy. Oh yeah.” She put her index finger in my mouth as I worked. Dinzy grabbed my hair, “Suck it good! Tom, you bad boy!” Then, she remembered the oral finale, the Face Rider.

“Lie down here,” she said. I lay down. She gave Apollo a quick smack down then slowly inched her sex above my face on her knees. I put my tongue out and touched her Nestlé cream navel, hips, and boobs. She gently lay her sex on my mouth and started to belly dance over me.

“Pretty, pretty face. I’m fucking your face, boy.” That she did. I was wandering in ecstacy. No world, no war, no peace. Just this novel joining of souls and bodies. The servant was again the master. Her cunt muffled my moans.

“Oh. Oh no, Tom, here it comes! Here it comes! I’m coooommmmiiiinnngggg!!! Aahhh!!!” She pushed it up to my teeth. My tongue was plastered to my chin as she quickened her ride. Then, the splash. Man, it was salty. Such good abuse from her.

She was exhausted. Her legs ached. That clitoral orgasm was the most intense so far. I suspected she came twice but hid the first to keep on riding. That’d be really doubly tiring.

“Give me five minutes,” she said, grabbed the sheets, and dozed. I rubbed my Apollo on her covered small round behind as I draped my arm over her. When I felt her five minutes was up, I pulled the sheet off her ass and rubbed the hot rod on her exposed inner thigh. “Oh!” she blurted.

Later, we were seated across each other, her pink nipples in full view and within grasp. Her legs were over my legs, her hands propped behind her. I had a pillow on my ass for a fulcrum. I held my reddened cock and slowly put it into her Venus while she followed it. Then, it was swaying time, our hips meeting at the joining. Sometimes, it slammed, making both of us say ouch. Slowly, first, picking up pace, all the time looking at each other’s faces, then to super fast. Venus squeezed my Apollo and orgasmed. She hugged me and put her tongue in my mouth.

My favorite suite must have a mirror at the headboard. She loved to watch me ride her ass while she made ooh ooh, lip biting, lip smacking facial expressions that porn stars should imitate. With a pillow on her crotch, my cock penetrated her upraised shiny slit. She closed her eyes as I drilled almost to a speed of light. She sucked on my finger as she came.

She brought me to the showers. I carried her with my arms under her legs and pinned her repeatedly on the wall. The tiles echoed well her cries. I slid my rod into her wet, hot center up to the uterus. I couldn’t hold it much longer, seeing the sexiness of hers, her lust. I burst my seed in her as she cried yes. She promptly washed her pussy.

The front desk had called us, informing us of our time. We showered and got dressed. As the bellboy was knocking, Dinzy wanted an encore. She unzipped me and masturbated me. I did it for her to make myself hard, as she sat on a seat before the door. She took it in, then I stiffened once more. She pulled down her pants and undies, turned her back to me, and leaned on the door. The bellboy was now insistent as the bell chimed impatiently. Dinzy called out to wait for a few more minutes. I gyrated into her fast, grabbing her hips, the skin turning red under my fingers. I rode her faster for me to come immediately. The bellboy stopped ringing when Dinzy moaned aloud, “Ah, ah, yeah, fuck me! I’m being fucked, yeah!” She’s young, early twenties, can I blame her? But her face having that come on look as my cock disappeared under her ass did it for me. I burst one last time and could barely stand. We kissed while my Apollo rested in her, at the door.

“Good job!” Dinzy exclaimed. She pulled some cash from her pocket, opened the door, and handed four hours payment to the awed boy with a grin. I gave him a tip. So ended our afternoon delight. If I had the power I would’ve held her still in the evening. As we sat in the bus, I could almost see the seconds tick away before my eyes like giant neon stopwatch digits. I smelled her skin all the way to her stop. I felt only sadness as we parted ways.

What a bittersweet memory.