Married Freaks

This weekend I bought Penny some plain white panties. She usually wears flashy thongs or boy shorts – the kind of panties that speak for themselves. I love her usual fare but I wanted her to have something simpler for a different kind of occasion. We wanted to be able to explore each others’ bodies for the very first time even after all the years and their associated experiences – which is hard to accomplish with the more colorful and elaborate kind of underwear she wears regularly. We have needed a safe place to start from. We were both a little scared. Everyone has a past and there can be a lot of pain in the history. Yesterday she wore the plain white panties and last night we played.

We were a young couple that were supposed to meet friends for a movie but we blew them off. Instead we started making out and one thing led to another. Kisses gave way to petting. Clothing came off. Petting got heavier. By the time those white panties came off, they were soaked with her juices. It was so incredibly hot! Over the years together we have had a lot of sex in a lot of different ways. What we had last night was new. It doesn’t replace or negate anything that we’ve shared in the past. But it was special. We shared a body-shaking orgasm that likely rattled the neighbors’ windows and dishes and measured as a needle blip on some seismograph somewhere. We had to clean the couch afterwards because we sprayed it. I was utterly spent which is unusual as I’m usually good for a few rounds.

This isn’t something that I’d really want to do everyday. Frankly it’s not really compatible with our regular lifestyle. But I do want to revisit it. It was simply too wonderful to not. Despite our fears we didn’t trip over any emotional baggage during this experience. Penny confessed to me after the fact that she felt like she was just being herself instead of playing a role as we often do. I think that made a difference too. I felt true to myself during the whole play as well. At this point I’m not sure exactly what I originally had in mind but last night far exceeded my expectations. It was something that I for one have needed for a while. It seemed to do Penny some good as well. The white panties aren’t an absolute necessity for this sort of thing but I’m not sure our experience would have really been possible without them. This may have not been the best time to write about it though. Just thinking about it is making me horny!

It’s no secret that Penny and I like to try new things from time to time. Some time back after we had intercourse she dropped to her knees and licked and sucked my member clean. Wow. I mean wow. I did NOT see that coming. As I recall it put me right back into action when she pulled this stunt and we went for a round 2. She hasn’t done this very often but has repeated this behavior from time to time and I love it!

One time after she’d done this she said that she’d like for me to return the favor or at least try to. Although I really enjoyed her doing this the thought of me doing it back seemed kind of gross to me. Don’t get me wrong I’ve eaten her out many many times. That doesn’t bother me. It was the thought of eating my own semen out of her that got to me. Even so I didn’t want to be insensitive or unaccommodating. So I told her that I wasn’t going to do it that time but I’d be screwing (heh) up my courage to try it soon. When I finally did try it I thought I was going to be sick. I’m not sure what it was about the experience but something about the combination of consistency and flavor made my stomach turned a little. Still I at least tried right?

The last entry on this website posted over a shameful month ago and authored by my bride reveals that we’ve made it a habit to start our morning with a little sexual activity. Yesterday morning I was working her over in the spoons position and just wasn’t getting quite the penetration I wanted. Additionally from Penny’s cues I felt that if I could get a little better penetration she’d get a bigger orgasm. So I pulled out and rolled her on her back. In the dim light in our bedroom I gazed at her wet and glistening pussy and it looked so delicious that I had to lick it. Judging from her reaction that was a good move. After only a few minutes I scaled my way back up into the missionary position and we finished up with mutual moans. I thought about that all day. So last night we started getting flirty and off came the clothing. And we made love. And then I went down.

Penny asked incredulously “Really?”

I answered with an “Mmm hmm” and a lick to her stimulated and thus super sensitive loins.

I don’t know if she had subsequent orgasm but she did breathe funny and seemed to enjoy it to some degree anyway. And I didn’t feel bad in any sense. It was fun. In fact it was so much dirty fun that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. There is a slightly wet spot in my underwear because of my nasty brain. I’ve been doing my best to not be completely useless at work but I could have seriously called in today so Penny and I could just make a marathon of it. Oh well. Since the kids are gone for spring break maybe we’ll get an early start after work.

I have pretty much always enjoyed giving cunnilingus. I find a vulva to be so kissable and lickable and pretty much irresistible to my mouth. It’s been something of an obsession actually. For a long time Penny was ho-hum about getting head at the best. I don’t think even she knows why it just didn’t do much for her. She would profess to enjoy it but it was clear that it was strictly foreplay to her.

Then one day a couple of years ago it was as if a switch was turned on in her head and suddenly she REALLY LIKED having her pussy eaten. I have only managed to give her the Big O a couple of times this way but have had her softly moaning and whimpering far more often under my tongue. In thinking about it I think it was a couple of factors that made the difference. At our age people tend to start dealing with baggage that we’ve neglected for a long time. She was able to work through some stuff that had her quite inhibited in bed. And I think my skills improved around the same time. I’m not going to claim to be an expert pussy licker or anything but I have refined my technique quite a bit based on her feedback – both verbal (note I didn’t say ‘oral’) and involuntary.

I really like to take my time and bring her to squirming crying Grand Mal Orgasm without using my dick. It feels like a real accomplishment to work someone over and deliberately and meticulously bring them that kind of pleasure. And then I fuck her. Autocunnilingus is one of my favorite fantasy concepts. I have no delusions that Penny will ever get so stretchy and bendy that she can lick her own pussy while I watch but I can dream. And the mental imagery makes me very horny.

Needless to say the pressures of everyday life keep us from these things all too often. Most of the time we settle for quickies because we haven’t properly budgeted our schedule. I need to practice what I preach and make time for sex. It’s entirely too easy to slip and let the circumstances call the shots. But the simple act of writing this down has me a little hot under the collar. I have a feeling that I know exactly what I’ll be doing tonight.

Quizzical Pussy posted this excellent entry where she calls out Erik Holland who is something of a troll. Yes on his website (which I won’t honor with a direct link here) he does start to make some solid points about skeletal structure body types and generalizations of masculine and feminine forms. And then he goes way overboard with it. I liken it much to how Sigmund Freud made some excellent and even ground breaking realizations about how the human brain works. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand then he went and said that we all want to fuck our parents. Sig. Can I call you Sig? How long have you felt this way?

I find it interesting and outright weird that body types can be fashionable. From the well-fed women in the frescoes of the Renaissance to Twiggy and beyond, nobody can deny the fact that these things run in trends. I find it far easier to accept that different people like different things. I like flat-chested women. I always have. In junior high when the other thirteen-year-old boys discovered BEWBIES I was simply unimpressed. My eyes were drawn to the girls that had hips and shapely legs. I’ve actually gotten confessions from other men with the same tastes in women. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste after all.

However I have to come to the conclusion that thirteen-year-old me was seeing the same thing as those other boys although through different features – the likelihood of healthy reproduction. On a reptilian level they saw the breasts as a sign that those girls would be able to feed the babies. On the same level I saw the hips for their birthing capabilities and the legs as a survival tool. Since we live in an organized civilization instead of the wild these attractions are not only vestigial they have been reduced to pure aesthetics. I know full well that a flat-chested woman can breast feed perfectly well and she won’t have to fight those things all her life. The other boys? Maybe they never bothered to look down any further than chest level because of the obsession. I really have no idea there.

One way or another as I put it to a work associate once, that’s why God makes them in all sizes and shapes. If everyone looked the same it would be so boring. Honestly I think that very neatly explains racial fetishes. Often we are naturally drawn to what we perceive as exotic. My exotic may be very different than the next guy’s exotic. From that standpoint alone how terrible would it be if everyone looked alike! How does all this relate to Holland and his website? Deep down inside I think he just wants to fuck his own mom.

Conversation between Penny and me…

Me:  “Remember the couple of episodes that were cross overs between Mr. Rodgers and Sesame Street?”

Penny:  “yes!  At five, I was so excited!”

Me:  “That shit was fucking awesome!”

I think there’s something wrong with me.  Just sayin’

This evening on the porch I asked Penny if she would like to dress up tonight. She said that it sounded like fun and we continued our conversation. When we were back inside with kids in bed she disappeared to the bedroom. When I inocently happened by the doorway she was flipping panties off and digging through the bag of fun costumes. She had a fishnet bodystocking in her hands. “Oh!” I commented “you don’t have to get wild with it. Unless you have something really wild in mind…” And I retreated to the living room to wait patiently.

Soon she came in wearing the fishnet body stocking under the maid’s dress. “So what do you have in mind?” I asked.

She responded “isn’t this what you paid me for?”

There was lots of silly banter and kissing and sucking and licking involved. When I licked her pussy my eyebrow got wet. Yes it seems that the more we branch out in fantasy the more we both enjoy it. I don’t know if that’s necessarily advise by example, but it works for us. We do have fun and we have lots of experimentation left in us.

Body hair specifically. I know that some women like a hairy man. I know that there are a few men out there that like some hair on a woman. Penny doesn’t like overly hairy men and I like a woman to have no hair growing below her nose. Fortunately for both of us we are not very hairy people. I have minimal chest hair and my leg hair kind of tapers off around mid-thigh. There are a few things that I can think of that represent major improvements in our sex life. Hair removal may not be at the top of the list but it’s up there.

There was a point in time that Penny and I both had plenty of untouched bush down below. I asked her one day if she’d ever thought about shaving. She said that she hadn’t really thought about it but it seemed like a lot of work. I asked her if she would shave if I did. She must have thought that I was bluffing when she agreed because she seemed shocked when I presented her with my well shaven cock. She seemed amused and did keep her end of the deal. We discovered how incredibly wonderful hairless sex is. Licking and sucking a hairless pussy is heavenly. I never realized how much I hated long hairs getting between her and me. They were a nuisance and kept me from feeling her fully. For some reason we didn’t maintain our hair-free state at the time and it grew back with much itchiness. That was not pleasant to say the least.

For years after that we didn’t bother to do anything about pubic hair but one day we started clipping it short. Then one day in the shower after she shaved her legs she took her razor and shaved herself clean. I was fascinated. She found that as long as she maintained it it didn’t get itchy. I loved to watch her shave her pussy. I think it was because it was such a novelty. At some point we read on one of the more civilian blogs that we follow about using a depilatory. So out we went and got a bottle of Veet. We found that Veet and Nair work pretty well in sensitive areas but will leave burns every so often. Penny started tweezing her bikini line and eventually bought a Braun epilator. The little German-made Braun has 40 articulated tweezers on its rotating head and it knows its job! It doesn’t hurt like I was afraid it would but it’s still not exactly a picnic to use either.

She basically uses the epilator everywhere below her nose. I’ve been trying to use it between my legs but she got a good head start on me with her manual tweezing. Frankly I don’t care if I never have pubic hair again. With the way my body hair grows it actually looks more natural for me to be without. At this point I can’t imagine turning back. The hairless look is so beautiful to me and the sensitivity is unmatched. Penetration feels deeper and wetter with more flesh and less… …well, hair. It’s kind of like sex uncensored if that makes any sense. When I go down on her instead of producing a soaking wet mop, her juices are free to run over my face and I can feel and taste every little peak and fold of her clit without having to manually part the hair. When she sucks my cock there’s no barrier to keep me from feeling her lips and tongue as they explore my cock and scrotum. Plus when I look at her naked I like to see her pussy instead of bush.

To any of you out there that have not gone hairless I will highly recommend it. I’d also recommend starting slowly. If you take an epilator to a full bush you are likely to injure yourself! But the payoff is well worth the effort.

It’s no secret that I have a bit of an anal fetish. I’m feeling way too lazy to read my archives but I swear I have touched on it on this blog even. I like some anal play. Before Penny would actually let me try anal sex with her I offhandedly told her that if she let me she could get a strap on and do it back to me. Of course we laughed about it and it never happened. She has tried anal intercourse with me several times and hasn’t really gotten anything out of it in the best case scenario. In the worst she finds it incredibly painful.

Penny has been more adventurous with all kinds of play recently. In February I confessed on Quizzical Pussy that once during oral play Penny asked me to shove a vibrator in her ass and fuck her pussy hard. I happily complied and it was wonderful for both of us. Feeling the buzzing from the vibrator through the tissue between her anus and vagina was incredibly stimulating to me. Additionally there haven’t been too many occasions that I’ve seen that girl cum so hard. And that’s really saying something because she has a lot of good orgasms!

Fast forward to now. Penny has remarked several times in passing recently that she wants to get a strap on so she can fuck me. The first time she did I thought she was teasing but as she repeats it she’s starting to make me think that she actually means it. I hadn’t seriously thought about doing something like that. I am so repulsed by other men that I could never see getting in the same recreational bed with one but a hot chick with a strap on is a different story altogether. In all honesty the idea sounds kind of exciting. Getting anally pounded by my sexy wife and her plastic friend? Yeah. Kind of hot.

If we do buy a strap on I imagine we’ll want to make sure to have some options on the dong itself. Also I may push for a harness that I could also wear and hit her with some DP action. Not that she would necessarily be into that but I’d like to keep the options open. The biggest problem I can see is that those things are expensive! I’ve seen quite a few cheaper ones but it seems that you get what you pay for on some things. I’d just hate to put down the money on one and then find that we weren’t really that into it. Anybody have any suggestions?

In the last post Penny touched base on personal preferences on sex which got me to thinking. Each and every one of us has little things that we personally like to see in potential partners. I’m not saying anything about being on the market or not but nobody can deny that the reptilian part of the brain continues to shop even after the conscious mind is very committed. My point is that I very much have a type and pretty much everybody else does as well although case-by-case tastes may deviate quite a bit out of one’s typical tastes. I usually like my girls in the skinny to lightly curvy range including the athletic spectrum with little boobs and a well-defined waist. As far as boobs go I’ve seen some really impressive pairs that I’ve admired but big ones just seem like more trouble than they are worth. They certainly limit the kinds of activities that a woman can put herself through and that adversely limits the portability of my partner. I like symmetrical and balanced, extremely feminine facial features. I find if fascinating that a woman that I think is absolutely gorgeous might be completely passed up by the next guy to come along.

There was a vendor that I did some over-the-phone work with who had two female employees. He was telling me about them and teasing that he was going to fix me up with one of them. He had full knowledge that I was married and not at all interested in getting a girlfriend but his sick sense of humor kept him going with this sort of thing. He told me that I’d like the one because of her enormous boobs. Apparently these two ladies are pretty good friends and hang out together in their off hours. He told me how silly they looked on the beach together, the one being fuller-figured (with the huge knockers) and the other being skinny and flat-chested. I told him that I’d honestly be more likely to be attracted to the little one. He seemed perplexed when I told him that I tend to go for skinnier girls and that I don’t really have a boob thing. And then I told him, “That’s why God makes them all sizes and shapes.” Those words sum up my thoughts on it completely.

Penny and I saw an anomaly at the juice stand one day. This girl was the most beautifully amazing Amazon I’ve ever seen. She was WAY out of my regular tastes but smoking hot tasty good looking. I don’t know what was in the juice she was drinking but it was doing something for her evidently. The girl was pretty enough but her face alone would not have turned my head. She was incredibly muscly. Her arms had to be as big around as my thighs and her thighs were likely as big as my waist. Her overall shape was still very feminine but just muscly and powerful. She had a narrow waist and nicely proportioned hips. I commented to Penelope that there is an obvious hitch in the myth of female on male forced rape. That is that if a girl is powerful enough to force me into the act I don’t think my cock would perform well enough to make it possible. The Juice Stand Girl was the disproof of that idea though. She could have absolutely held me down to take it from me and I’m pretty sure my cock would have obliged her regardless of what my brain was saying to it.

I’ve always been under the impression that people usually had color palates that they were attracted to. I know that I am attracted to all kinds of coloration. I find sex appeal in natural blonde, brunette, asian black hair and copper tones of redheads as well as unnatural dyed tones of blue, pink, cherry, purple, etc. Deep African nearly blue-black skin drives me every bit as crazy as ivory pale tones that might hurt your eyes in direct sunlight because not everybody can actually tan. And then there are all the beautiful shades in between. Blue eyes, green eyes, or brown eyes are all wonderful. One thing that I love about brown eyes is that they seem to encompass a whole lot larger range of tones and specific details than the other color families. No two pairs of eyes are alike and they are all beautiful. Even then if you take the most beautiful woman in the world and she acts like a bitch it ruins the whole thing. I’ll cease to see the beautiful features and all of her ugly ones will be magnified. No matter how physically attractive beauty truly does come from within.

So fellas (“yeah?” fellas “yeah?”) if somebody asks you if you are a leg-man or a boob-man those aren’t the only two choices. I’d say that I’m not either in so much as there’s no one defining feature of a woman that’s going to turn me on more than everything else put together. Not usually anyway. I used to feel guilty for being attracted to women who look different from Penny. My introspection kind of bore the essence of this post. I can’t feel guilt for being attracted to many different types of women and Penny is only one girl. Penny is very much my type. She is a severe hottie. That’s not just my opinion either. That’s a true scientifically proven fact. I must be sensitive to make Penny feel loved and attractive even though I am attracted to women that look different from her. You can’t help who you are attracted to but you can choose what to do about it.