Friday, July 22
Ain't no fakers here!
Last night I was hinting around with my husband that we needed to fool around. Often when I do this, I don't have the chutzpah to see it through, but last night I wanted him pretty badly. So when he finally came to bed, I eyed him up and asked permission to give him oral. He, being himself, granted access and the fun began.
I was enjoying myself quite a bit, mouth around his penis. He reached around and started playing with my bits, especially, (and enjoyably) my rosebud. It's so wonderful the way that the second he starts playing with me, his penis goes harder and longer right away. I love the confirmation that he enjoys my body.
He was looking for some backdoor action (since my vagina is out of commission this week.) But I just didn't feel right about it. I enjoyed the finger play, but I didn't want to do the anal thing. I was pretty adamant about it so we did other things. He knelt over me and masterbated while I, laying on my back, did my thing with a vibrator. It's the greatest thing, watching him over me. I have a great view of his bits, his body and his face and I love it. I was getting fairly turned on at this point, buzzing away.
Feelings peaked and he came all over my chest and neck, which made my feelings peak even higher. It was at this point, feeling my own body enjoying its pleasure, watching my husband climaxing that I considered faking. I thought how picture-perfect it would be for us to come together. I was peaking anway (not a full-fledged orgasm, but definitely a high point of pleasure) and could just moan a little more, sigh a little deeper and then we could snuggle together. But, number one rule in this house is no faking. This rule has been established here since the dawn of time, and it's taken pretty seriously. Knowing this, watching my husband climax, I knew that I ought to just enjoy it, since I didn't need to put on the oh-I'm-coming-I'm-coming show. And I did enjoy it.
Not faking is freeing and I love my husband for being who he is. I enjoyed his orgasm all over me, then, with a huge grin on my face finished myself off with a vibrator. It took longer than I would have liked, but I did have an orgasm, and it was all thanks to not faking earlier.
I tried to explain to my husband why I was smiling so widely in my post-orgasmic bliss, but I mainly just got out, I love you sooooo much. You are such a great husband. I didn't fake and I love you sooooo much. Which, although true, is not very coherent. So, up comes blogger this morning so I can explain to myself and to him (and to you, I suppose, dear reader) why I had such a very nice time, naked with my husband last night.
posted by claire ~ 8:29 a.m. |