But the work does engender stress. And although I have experienced stress before I am older now. As I lay in a hospital bed this last week I wondered if the stress was impacting me differently now than it has before? Was I able to cope with it equally well now that I am in my late 50’s as I was able to when I was in my 20’s, 30’s or even 40’s? Not sure. I did acknowledge to myself that I had wisdom and experience on my side now to offset the age that was working against me. We shall see I thought.
I do know that some of the physical responses that I had this week were scary, and they were re a direct result of the stress I am under. I survived the week and made it to the weekend . . . the blessed escape of the weekend. This has been a low key relaxing two day, I have enjoyed it.
So here I sit mid day on Sunday reflecting on the week and Saturday night; it was exquisite punctuation to an intense period.
It had been more than 10 days since Anne and I had made love. For us that is a long time. Before, when the kids were young and home, 10 days would be frequent. But since they grew up and left, and I have gone through this mid life sexual reawakening, ten days is enough time for us to squeeze in 2 or even 3 days of love making. As a result, I have been “edgy” all week. Edgy for me usually is a motivator, I relish being horny as it is a form of foreplay for me. It tempers how I treat Anne. When my sex drive is ramped up and I am in a state of almost constant erection, I am unusually loving and attentive to her. I can’t keep myself from kissing her neck while she is reading or drawing, or stroking her hair as we watch tv or rubbing her back as we drift off to sleep in bed at night.
When I am like this my senses are all keyed up. I relish the smell of her hair when I nuzzle her behind her ear, or the feel of the skin on her forehead against my lips when I kiss her or the feeling of her warm supple breast in the my hand; a hand slid under a nightgown in the half-light of an early morning emergence from sleep. It needn’t be physical though. It can be visual.
I love it when she wears well worn jeans that accentuate her feminine curves. She can be sexy in a clingy silk nightgown that lies over her breasts to hint her arousal through the outline of an erect nipple. Sometimes my visual reward is a glimpse of her vulva while she is wrapped in towel from the shower; a glimpse of her peach revealed to my eyes is an arousing treat..
Like most men, it is these times when I am aroused that my deep love for her dominates my thoughts; obviously it is also when I most acutely desire her. Interestingly enough, it is in the hours or days after a desperate and intense orgasmic release into her that I also have the feelings of deep need for her. After I empty my liquid seed in her vagina, I feel closeness with her that is very profound. I see her through a connection that is deeply satisfying.
But there is another time when my desire for her is particularly acute and intense; it is when I am under stress. So it was this week. After the two days in the hospital and all the tests, all I could think about was falling into her arms and seeking the succor and loving reassurance of her warm kisses on my lips and the warmer caress of her vagina on my penis.
Yesterday all day, as I did chores, walked the dog and made dinner, the dominating thought on my mind was bedding her and getting lost in the sweet – warm recesses of her feminine grotto. The lush heat and moistness of her most secret feminine place was all that I could think about all day yesterday. The thought of connecting with her sexually was an overwhelming erotic distraction.
I have expressed many times how much I love to coax orgasm from her body by making love to her vagina with my mouth and tongue. I feel an amazing closeness to her when I am there at the mouth of her sex kissing, licking and fondling her silky wet folds with my mouth, until she succumbs and melts into orgasmic bliss. The thought of her juice bubbling from her lovely pink hole to feed my eager mouth made my penis ache with need.
But yesterday was different. My need was to be embraced, to sink my penis into her and get lost inside her. With my penis deep inside her vagina I could hide just as an ostrich hides its head.
That was my mental state as I approached our shared bed where she laid waiting for me last night. That was my mental state as I lifted the tee shirt over her head to reveal her sweet breasts and pulled the silky panties over her hips and slid them down her legs. The sight of her tender lips glistening with her desire for me and her lovely erotic breasts and their light pink erect nipples made me ache with lust for her. I stood alongside her as she lay in the bed, our eyes locked as I removed all trappings of the outside world. In moments it was just the two of us naked and exposed in the dim candlelight of our rising passion. I looked at her body, a body that I know so well and it seemed to be mysterious and new waiting for me to discover the lush bliss that it held.
I needed to be inside her. I had no desire to prolong the foreplay; we had both been experiencing foreplay in our minds for the last few days. I shifted her crotch to the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. My prostate was throbbing with need and the precum was running in a stream from the tip of my cock. I held my penis in my hand and rubbed the tip all around the glistening opening of her vagina, smearing my own lubrication on the mouth of her sex in preparation for my penetration.
I placed the wetted tip of my cock at the equally sodden opening of her vagina and I leaned forward. My slick penis slid gently into her, eliciting a stifled gasp as the sensation of being filled, the walls of her canal were being parted by my hardened member. As I slid deeply into her the sensation of my invading manhood made a pleasurable chill wash over her; she shuddered as I relentlessly sank into the depths of her gash.
As the candle on my dresser flickered behind me she opened her legs, vulgarly exposing her womanhood to me and urging me to exert myself into her. She wanted to feel the heat of me deep inside her; she needed to feel my living throbbing penis filling the aching void. That ache demanded the rubbing friction of my cock to quell its thirst and to coax the sensitive insides of her womanhood to coil up like a steel spring building up towards the divine relief of climax.. She reached for me and grabbed my hips drawing our pubic bones together and insuring that I was as deep inside her as possible. The bulbous hot head of my cock was rubbing against her cervix and was bathing it in the stream of pre cum that was running from me.
I laid over on her with my feet still firmly on the ground and began to gently hump her, grinding the base of my penis against the mouth of her vagina. I pushed her down into the bed and ground against her as she groaned. I pulled back just and inch or two and pushed down against her again. I kept this rhythmic slow grinding motion up for several minutes. She was gasping and groaning as I pushed her higher and higher.
I rhythmically humped her with a gentle firmness was causing her to squirm with delight as the orgasm slowly crept into her sodden vagina. Her arousal was growing exponentially now. It was almost out of her control. I knew that that she was going to experience the joyful bliss of climax now, she knew it as well. The scent of her arousal penetrated my nostrils and triggered a primal reaction in my penis. My cock was hard already but it reaffirmed its erected condition and took on the state of a childhood expression, it became a bone. It became hard and numb as if it was not of my own body, it was someone else’s; this primal instrument that was given to me to pry ecstasy from her cunt. The scent of her arousal saturated my brain. That scent caused me to loose all sense of time and place. All the outrages of the week disappeared, I became an instrument whose sole purpose was to hump her sex and deliver explosive bliss to her wanton pussy.
I embraced her firmly as if the growing passion that was building deep inside my groin would disappear unless I held her close to me. I pressed her breasts against my chest as the pace of my grinding against her picked up. I could hear noises that sounded vulgar and guttural, and then I realized they were me. I began to freely narrate the feelings that were over taking my body in the filthiest terms that I could muster. In a matter of moments I lost control of my speech and began to string together animalistic explicative’s.
I clung to her in desperation as the tension of arousal piled up in my groin. Her face and chest turned crimson as the climax built up in her as well. I know her sexual response so well that I knew exactly what was happening to her. Her breathing was getting choppy, her inhales and exhales were occurring in short bursts. The pre orgasmic tension had now filled her vagina, it had invaded every inch of her insides and it was coiling up and hardening in preparation for its release. As the divine sensation invaded every crease, fold and crevice inside her womanhood each spot sent a blissful pre orgasmic tingle up her female canal where it met with all the other exquisite erotic sensations that were coming from elsewhere in her body. Together these erotic signals were a potent message that readied her brain and her whole body for the thunderous rapture that was soon to wash over her.
Her supple flexible body tensed and stiffened, I knew her orgasm was imminent. I relentlessly continued to grind against and hump her vulva; she was pushing her mound up against me begging for the sweet friction that would grant her a deserved climax. I ground my pelvis against her mound giving it the stimulation it needed to insure that I pushed her over the orgasmic abyss. I ground my pubic bone against the quivering mouth of her pussy. In the haze of pre orgasm I released my death grip on her and lowered my mouth to a nipple. As my warm mouth locked onto the erect – hardened nub on her tit, it was as if a jolt of electricity shot through her body. The orgasm burst into her pussy and overtook her body; it could only be described as convulsive. She shuddered in divine agony as the spasm grabbed her pussy, and clenched onto it. The rapturous spasm twisted it and squeezed intense ecstasy from her pussy, just as one wrings water out of cloth. In turn the divine bliss that was consuming her vagina squeezed my cock; I was experiencing the sweet release she was experiencing deep inside her. I could feel the convulsive contractions; as each wave washed through her I felt the rise and fall of that wave in the rhythmic squeezing of my hardened penis.
I was breathing hard; it was all I could do to maintain control of my own orgasm. The sight that I was beholding was not easy to resist. The unrestrained orgasm that she was expressing in her groaning writhing body was incredibly erotic. I did manage to maintain a modicum of control over my own welling passion, but I knew it wouldn’t be long.
Ten days of passion was welling up inside of me, restrained by the dam of my will power. I held in the liquid of my passion and along with it all the stress and anxiety of the week. But the mental and physical stimulation that was bombarding me soon made it impossible to hold back any more. As her orgasm began to wane, my own was preparing to be unleashed. As her pussy was releasing its clench on my cock, it was quivering in post orgasm twitches. I let my control down and the liquid thunder boiled inside of me was unleashed. In a torrent of intense bliss the hot cocktail of my passion erupted from deep inside of me and jetted from the slit in my penis. I let go a steaming stream of cum into her already sodden pussy, mixing my cream with hers. I pulsed into her, unloading my lust, my angst and my stress into her in a passionate stew.
When I finished unloading in her I was literally wasted. It was as if I had purged my body of everything but the bare necessities to keep me alive. The deep ache of sexual desire that I expressed into her pussy was replaced by my own rapture now. I collapsed into her arms as my penis twitched in its final orgasmic spasms. I lay on top of her in total surrender. There was nothing left of me . . . I had emptied all that felt into her. She lay there caressing me as I panted in my own post orgasmic haze.
Eventually I rolled off of her just before I was about to fall asleep.
Many years ago when we were first married we committed to many things in our vows, things that we would share and experience together. Little did I know then in my youth that one of the greatest things we would share would be the mental rapture of a deep climax. Last night I shared the creamy expression of my passion for her with her but she also took from me the stress and angst I had been carrying all week. She sucked all the pain that I carried all week right out of me, through my pulsing cock. The void that was left from my evacuated cum was replaced by deep and profound bliss.
What a night.
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