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Random Things I Can't Tell Regular People

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. | bullet.gif
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10 Comments:

I wish we had established such a rule years ago. I'm afraid I'm guilter than sin. I hate it, too.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:14 a.m.  

I think I've only faked it once, years ago (yes, even men can fake it under the right circumstances.) And fortunately, my wife has never felt the need to fake it. She tells me like it is -- good or bad. It takes a little extra effort sometimes, but that's what life is all about. A little extra effort ... and a lot more fun!

By Blogger a bear's shadow, at 1:32 p.m.  

Being a guy, I have no idea how I could fake a climax (but then I've never had the need to ever do so). It is though sometimes quite difficult to know when your woman climaxes. Sometimes you just have to guess and/or assume that she had. So it's tempting at times for a woman to fake it, in trying to boost her guy's ego or to sometimes "just get it over with already". So I commend you for your "no faking" rule. Unlike men, I feel that being able to reach an orgasm every single time is not the end-all and be-all for a woman, so long as she is feeling loved at the time. And your words prove my point. Congratulations to you both.

By Anonymous Rob, at 7:10 p.m.  

RE YOUR COMMENTS ON SEX DRIVE ON ANOTHER SITE YOUR HUSBAND IS NOT A TRUSTING MAN HE IS FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE STUPID! YOU DONT KNOW MEN VERY WELL DO YOU?

By Blogger biscuits, at 9:10 p.m.  

that last comment was crazy...what was that?

Anyway, I loved your post. I have added that to my growing list of what I want in a man-one who won't put up with any faking.

kisses...

By Blogger One More Naughty Girl, at 3:11 a.m.  

BOY! We've got one hell of an angry person leaving his nasty tracks all over the blogs. Seems that his intellect is somewhat restricted as he only knows how to use the words "stupid" and "fuck".
I think it's hardly called for.....

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:23 a.m.  

I wouldn't be surprised if that clown with the angry comment is really some kid trying to be funny. I've noticed elsewhere that many of them pretend to be adults on the net but what gives them away is that many of them like to type in uppercase. I'd just ignore this villiage idiot.

By Anonymous Rob, at 10:22 a.m.  

You know Rob - I thought the same thing. It just deserves a big delete!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:19 p.m.  

I'd say biscuits is dedicated. Posting a comment about a comment on another site... but she/he is still looney!
Tajalude and Naughty Girl, I think I'm lucky because my husband made it clear right from the get go that we were going to be honest in the bedroom. I still wonder if he'll be disappointed/frustrated/annoyed if I don't come, but he promises me he isn't.

By Blogger claire, at 12:37 p.m.  

I've been disappointed whenever my wife didn't come when I did, but I would have been more annoyed if she had tried to fake it. Honesty in bed is more important than missing one's climax once in awhile. And besides, how is a guy supposed to learn and improve unless he gets feedback? He's no mindreader and nor can he always know for sure if his lady has enjoyed it or not. So believe in what your husband tells you and then don't worry about it. You'll both do just fine.

By Anonymous Rob, at 1:10 p.m.  

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