Married Freaks

The alarm buzzes in the morning darkness, but it’s not what wakes me.  No, my senses are brought to life by strong hands caressing my body. Expertly tracing the familiar lines of my hips. Warm, gentle kisses on the back of my neck send tingles down my spine.  He pulls me close as he has for so many mornings, and we make love before sunrise. I feel the power of his body as he spoons mine.  I grasp at our sheets as he enters me. Again and again.

The coffee people are wrong about the best part of waking up.

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!

Dear Gertrude,

You really creeped me out when you sent me that friend request on MyFace. I mean we had cruised along for ten peaceful years of me not hearing anything from you and then you tried to contact me out of the blue like that. What the crap? I didn’t want to hear from you. You know all those times you bumped into my friends and asked them to have me call you and then I didn’t? Those weren’t an accident. My friends didn’t forget to deliver your message. I was perfectly happy not talking to you and that’s why I didn’t call. You ever wonder why you never bumped into me? It’s because when I saw you out and about I avoided your ass! I was always more observant than you and I can make sure you never see me again even by coincidence. Just in case you forgot the order of events you broke up with me and then I wouldn’t have you back when you came crawling back. That was deliberate. I rejected you on purpose and I stand by the decision.

Then I saw your wedding announcement and then the pics. Alright. I get it. You aren’t trying to rekindle anything with me – you’re trying to clean your slate. Why we as humans feel the need to clear out our closets when we enter into permanent relationship status is anybody’s guess. Each of us has this stupid need to burn all the bridges – to eliminate all of the options. It’s as though we think that will strengthen the young commitment. Well you know what? I wasn’t available to you anyway. I wasn’t an option for you. Even if I didn’t have Penelope all this time, I wouldn’t take you back. I wouldn’t piss on you with a stolen dick if you were the last woman on earth with a bag over your head. It’s not an accident that we aren’t together and I don’t appreciate you acting otherwise.

But seriously. He looks like a nice man. I hope for his sake that he’s either a spineless pussy that doesn’t mind you pushing him around or that he’s an overbearing asshole that won’t put up with your shit. From your pics the two of you obviously make more money than Penny and I. Congratulations. Your parents must be so proud. You’ve got all the shit you ever wanted. That’s exactly why we couldn’t be together anymore. Shit is more important to you than people. And pleasing your parents was always your top priority. Do you know what I have that you could never give me? Do you know what I have that you can never attain? Penelope. You can’t even imagine the crazy kind of stuff that we do together simply because we like spending time together. You have your career and Mr. Wonderful has his career and you’ll never do half the crazy shit that Penny and I do. And I’m not talking about bedroom stuff either although I’d bet the assertion still applies.

No. Unless you’ve changed a lot your priorities are to keep working so you can buy stuff. You’ll never be happy that way. You wouldn’t take my advise when we were together so I know you won’t take it now. But I’m going to offer it anyway. You two need to work the same schedule. Don’t work any more than 40 hours a week. Even less is better. It may lead to less money but you don’t need a whole bunch of shit to be happy. You should always be on his side and vice versa. Have hobbies in common. Never treat him like he’s a child. Treat him as an equal. Accept no different from him. Make sure you are his greatest ally against all else and his closest friend. In other words he needs to be your top priority and you need to be his. Have babies together but never put them ahead of each other. Have your love at the expense of your career if necessary.

But unless you’ve changed a lot it’s not going to happen. Like the leopard’s spots I don’t think you’re capable of it. I hope for your sake and his that I’m wrong about that. Oh and – about burning bridges, this is how you do it. Then again you always were the noncommittal type. Anyway congratulations on your marriage. I give it five years tops. Don’t come crying to me when it falls apart on you. Don’t make me break up with you yet again. This shit gets old.

Never yours,

Clint J.

On a recent road trip, I was using the GPS on my phone.  And as phones do, it slipped between my thighs.
Apparently, I have no GPS between my thighs. 
Clint says that’s odd because when he’s between my thighs, he knows exactly where he’s going.

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.

Ok. That’s a dirty lie. But it got your attention didn’t it? Penny did in fact wear sexy lingerie around the house today. Two mad orgasms before noon is not bad by anyone’s standards right? Of course I mean bad as in insane not bad as in the opposite of good. When the work schedule is odd it’s not at all uncommon for a married couple to find themselves together at the house on a Monday, even on Valentine’s Day. We took advantage of our Monday together to act like a pair of bunnies shot by Cupid’s bow. It was a lot of fun. Repeatedly. We’ve got this little corner of the internet so we can brag so I’m bragging.

As a side I’ve got a question for anyone who might be reading this… For a teddy or romper or something sexy like that, doesn’t a snap-close crotch make way more sense than ‘crotchless’ or full-crotch? The full crotch is a tease because you’ve got to remove the lingerie for action or pull it to the side and that’s entirely too much work when your attention is elsewhere. So-called ‘crotchless’ lingerie is usually uncomfortable in the banging. Penelope says that it’s not terribly comfy to wear and I find that it rubs funny when we get into the motion. The snap crotch wins the day because it can close up between the legs and still grant easy (and worry-free) access without completely removing the garment.

And I know that lingerie is not necessary to a devoted couple’s fun but it does add a little something. It doesn’t at all make the sex but it does make it a little more oo-la-la. Icing on the cake. Am I right? I always ask Penny if she would ever like to see me in something special. She always tells me that she’ll let me know if she thinks of something. I suppose that’s the old Mars versus Venus thing working for us. I like to see her in something special and out of the ordinary. She likes to see me in whatever clothing that isn’t hideous. This is one of the many things I love about women and why I love being married to one. Celebrate the differences people!

With a winter storm covering most of America right now it seems pointless to be at work. I’m not getting anything done and I can’t stop thinking about sex. I’d much rather be in Penelope. I keep thinking about that warm bed at home and her smooth body pressed against mine. I wonder how hard it would be to work that out. Maybe we could get off early and spend the rest of the day getting each other off. If she could get out of work early I’m sure that I could too. Yes that sounds far more constructive than what I’m doing right now.

It’s not like I mind the realities of life. We’ve all got to work to pay the bills and buy food and all that. but sometimes I think we’d be far better served just staying home and enjoying each other. Today is one of those days. I wouldn’t even mind putting in a little extra time next week to make up for it. I simply lack all motivation to work today. Seriously if I was the boss I would be easy about this kind of thing. Paying someone to show up when they lack all motivation is not smart business. I’d prefer my employees just stayed home on days like this and come back when they’re recharged and ready to work.

I’m all about work today but not for my employer. I want to work with Penny today. I want to work Penny today. I want to eat her pussy until she can’t stand it any longer and has to get my cock in her. Then I want to make that last as long as possible until we climax in unison. And then I want to snuggle in the afterglow until we again get horny from it. And then I want to start all over. I want to bang until we’re both sore and exhausted in a panting, sticky pile. But instead I’m at work and she’s at work. That sucks.

However having written all of that I pretty much have to try. My libido is driving me crazy and I’ve got to do something about it even if I just wind up waiting until this evening anyway. I can practically feel her hips grinding against mine and that’s not helping me focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. I pretty much owe it to my employer to try to go home early to have a two-person orgy. Yeah. That sounds reasonable.

I have come to terms with the fact that I’m an exhibitionist at heart. Well that is I’m an extremely modest exhibitionist. That’s probably the biggest reason that this blog is working so well for me. I get to kiss and tell without the repercussions that would normally be associated. It’s great for the ego and the libido. I hope you are getting something out of it as well.

Last night Penny surprised me by putting on matching black lacy shorts and camisole. I didn’t even remember that she owned this particular ensemble. She looked good in it. Very good indeed. I was coming back in the front door and saw her walking down the hall. I love it when she dresses up for me but it’s really rare that she ever surprises me with it.

Recently her body has gotten so much more toned and muscular on the inside and out. Six months ago the outfit would have looked good on her but now she looks incredible. Satin drapes over a hard body so much more beautifully than a softer one. If the toning was the singular benefit of more sex it would still be so worth it. But it’s actually more like icing on the cake. Sweet sticky icing sprayed all over the hot gooey cake.

After some foreplay that started as idle chat and flirtation and continued to licking and sucking she asked me to take her slowly with long deep thrusts. I was game and readily complied. It was awesome. Once I had the right rhythm going it was clear that I could have kept oil-welling on her for hours. I was hard but nowhere near going off accidentally. She was getting wetter and wetter as if her body was tapping into some secret reserve of wonderful lady juices. Alas it was getting late and we would still have to get up for work in the morning.

So when she started into her gentle moans and chirps that told me that she was ready for the big “O” I picked up the pace. I completely gave up on the slow and steady game and accelerated to battle speed. (And yes, sometimes I can almost hear the Ben Hur ship drum when we are going at it.) We only really kept this pace for a few minutes but it was an intense and satisfying few minutes in the entire symphony of our pleasure. She clamped down on me with her vagina and I pounded hard as we climaxed in unison.

Sometimes I’m afraid that we’re going to break furniture or something. It honestly wouldn’t be the first time that we had broken stuff in the throes of passion. And frankly if a couch or bed gives its life for such an activity it’s hard to deny the honor it earned in the process. Hell if I was an arm chair or something that’s how I’d want to go!

It’s hard to beat a night’s sleep after that kind of romp. It was one of those experiences that I want to relate and tell about but there’s just no way I could do it in real life. Enter Married Freaks. As I said at the beginning of the post it has been horribly therapeutic for us and I hope that it’s enjoyable to read as well.

I am not generally a fan of winter.  I don’t like the cold.  I don’t like piling on layers to get out of the house.

But I do love that the chill in the house makes us extra cuddly in the night.

I have rather long hair that I braid before bed so as not to wake up with a rat’s nest on my head.  Braiding it has the added advantage of keeping Clint from inhaling it when he cuddles up around me.  (That, and since it’s nice and thick makes a good impromptu handle when the need arises.)

And that’s how I woke up this morning.  I was curled up on my right side with Clint wrapped around me tightly.  His arms around me and his cock nestled between my butt cheeks.  Sweet and sexy intimacy even when we’re sleeping. Of course, that led into my favorite morning activity.

The cold nights will eventually give way to warmer ones, but for now, I’ll enjoy the shared body heat.

There are a lot of obvious benefits of sexuality that I don’t feel a need to detail. Why beat a dead horse right?

I mentioned previously (alright so it’s a brag more than a mention) that Penny and I are having sex more often than eating recently (unless you count oral sex ;P). We’ve never had this much sex before. We are really pushing the envelope and I hope it is sustainable. It has been a fairly recent thing but has been going on for long enough that I’m starting to believe that it’s the new lifestyle rather than a fleeting phase. I think it has a lot to do with a renewed intimacy between the two of us that can be attributed to taking openness and communication to a new level. There are a few benefits to this development that I never would have anticipated.

When you are participating in intercourse fifteen to twenty times a week the body responds. First of all it demands maintenance of the schedule. When the schedule gets interrupted the craving comes in the same way as a chemical addiction. I’m no biologist but it likely is a chemical addiction. Sexual intercourse releases dopamine and all kinds of feel good juices in the body. When the body is accustomed to these chemicals in it isn’t getting them in the same dosage it will complain.

Not only does my body demand more sex now, it has dramatically increased my stamina. What would have been a twenty minute romp six months ago may be an hour long marathon of multiple rolling orgasms now. Who could have imagined that increasing frequency could exponentially increase duration? I did not see that coming but I am not complaining in the least.

With such dramatic increase in sexual frequency and duration come fitness results. Good sex is a lot of physical work believe it or not. My appetite for food and need for calories has increased. After one of the previously mentioned hour long marathons I often feel a lactic burn in my thighs, calves, abs, butt, chest, and arms. I’ve watched my body shrink in some softer places and grow in muscle. Yesterday I was admiring Penelope’s ass and noted with a little surprise and a lot of delight that it was not filling up her pants the way it did only a few weeks ago. In fact her thighs and butt have taken on significant tone that she hasn’t had for many years. I’ve always thought Penny was sexy but this is a welcome change to her body. I didn’t imagine that banging her more would actually make her more attractive.

Last thing in the evening, intercourse is a great natural sedative and it will aid in an excellent night’s sleep. First thing in the morning sex is more effective in waking up a sleepy head than a cup of coffee. Intimacy on this level is a great ego boost and adds to self confidence in daily life. It is a whole lot more fun than going to they gym but seems to have similar benefits. I’ve noticed an all over increase in energy levels for both of us. For monogamous couples I would highly recommend talking openly and plainly about sex and bump up your frequency if you think you can handle it. It does take some work both in working it into the schedule of life and in the actual act of copulating more often but once you get started it gets easier and stays a whole lot of fun. So turn off your computer and go get after it!