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[lexismith128]

mmmm yummy

and dont concern yourself with what page your on or how many replies you get.

I was just teasing. It's hard to portray true feelings in written form.

 

[rbijon]

Now, to keep me off the 4th page. The last of the pink heels.

What page? I am stilll dizzy from looking at your surprise .....wow, you "have It" Babe!

 

[Scottman2311]

Lexi and I really enjoy "your end of the deal" - telling her what you like and what you want. Some of the things she sees maybe aren't for her, and other things are maybe the first time she's given it real thought, and now she's curious. Either way, her mind explores sexual ideas in ways that aren't provoked by my needs or requests - she now allocates time and energy to think about sex on her terms.

I don't know how your life goes, but mine is a little like jokes guys tell, so there must be some truth to it: the blow jobs dried up shortly after the wedding. PM me with a sympathetic +1 if this is you too. I receive the occasional head once or twice a year (not for a lack of trying - I go down on her very regularly and I can't get enough of the taste and smell). Like many people, we have our own set of baggage and connected issues with blow jobs.

She sometimes gets tension headaches at the base of her skull, and I rub them out with trigger point massage. If we aren't using a massage table, it usually works best to have her lay her head face-down in my lap, at which point, I usually daydream a little about getting head while I make her headache go away.

Today, she was headed out for a couple days, and got the usual headache. I didn't want her in pain the whole trip, so I worked on her until her head felt good. This often takes ten or fifteen minutes. This means base of the skull, back of the neck, traps/delts, and upper back. I love meeting her needs with this – I think it is one of the things that helped keep us close when other parts of our lives were not close, or even distant. When I was done, she looked up and reached for my belt buckle. I thought to myself "There are very few ways this can go poorly..."

As she undid my belt, I tried to follow her lead without being demanding. This is hard, because too much help with the pants means “he's being presumptive and demanding” and too little help with the pants means “he's disinterested” or in some way rejecting the gift being tentatively offered. She opened the belt, then undid the cargoes and pulled down the zipper. I was feeling like my opportunity to presume too much was coming to a close. She took hold of my FTL waistband and pulled them down as much as our reclined position allowed, which wasn't much. This allowed me the chance of a lifetime - to say "How can I help you right now?" and get an answer that (a) I clearly understand and (b) will probably lead to genital stimulation. She indicated that there wasn't enough room around my manhood at that moment. The kids were downstairs playing Wii, so I slipped out from underneath her, pulled one leg out of my pants and briefs, closed the bedroom door, and slid back in underneath her, penis out with structural integrity at a full 100%. The pants were still on one leg, ready for the kids to pull some poorly-time high maintenance stunt.

I still wasn't sure what all she wanted, but I felt very good about my prospects. She still laid between my legs facing down, in the same position where I worked on her neck. My boner leans to the right a little, so she laid me down on my right thigh and rested the back of her head down on my left thigh, with her mouth near the base of my shaft. I asked if she needed more work on her neck, and I heard an affirmative "uhnnmm-huhnnmm" grunt as she took the side of my shaft between her lips and firmly stroked with her tongue. When she goes down on me, her taste buds give me a wet friction that is inimitable by the human hand. With her face embedded in my balls and shaft, every respiration breathed me in, drawing cool air in around me, and exhaled out, saturating my balls and thighs with warm humidity.

She worked her tongue sideways back and forth, not getting too close to the tip. She's not a big fan of sex fluids in her mouth, so I clamped my index finger and thumb over the base of the shaft to contain what we call the "happy juice" (the precum). I milked the clear fluid from the shaft and wiped the head with a cloth. I said “I don’t want to get this in your hair before you leave.” This was apparently what she wanted me to do, because she immediately took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on me for a few minutes, alternating between strong friction below the tip and a softer grip with a more relaxed tongue. After a couple minutes, she pulled out to just the head, and gently but firmly sucked while slowly pulling me out of her mouth. She has never done this before, and the pleasure was a different spectrum – the tongue on the glans is intense like a halogen, but this sucking was a warm glow, like a sunset in open woodlands. Neither was strong enough to push me into climax, but I really didn’t want to hurry.

She worked on me for as long as she was comfortable, which was a huge gift compared to where we've been in our marriage. I couldn't tell where she wanted me to go off, but she pulled up for air and asked me. I know she hates the fluids in her mouth, so I answered "Anywhere you want to put it" (she knows that I'm happy to finish myself if she ever feels like she is done). She slowly stood and stripped her pants and panties down. Her panties were the tiniest little things today, kind of pale skin nude colored. She laid on her back at the edge of the bed, with her legs open. I removed the remaining leg from my pants, and stood between her legs. I placed in her outer lips, and finally released my fingers clamping the base of my shaft. I lubricate her outer lips with the saved-up happy juice that leaked out and took my time working my way in (she didn't seem excited down there yet, making it clear how much of a gift this was).

Since she had to leave soon, I focused on showing her a pleasure that reflects what I have for her in my heart - my gratitude for taking me inside herself like this, the pride I have for her cultivating and exercising her sexuality (some of which you see here in this thread), and the warmth that comes from having been to the edge of coming apart as a couple (not unlike some partial bone fracture) and choosing to knit back together as one. With this in mind, I matched the rhythm of my thrusts with gentle rotations on her hood, which almost always means she will go off in the next 2 or 3 minutes. She raised her t-shirt and her bra, because she likes it when I pinch and tug her nipples during her orgasm. I took her right breast in my hand, and massaged her hood with my left. Sometimes she closes her eyes when we are in this position, but today, she just looked at me. I don't take it for granted when we make eye contact during love-making, because it hasn't always been there. Her eyes locked mine, not with arousal or passion, but more of an expression of commitment she has to me, and a reassurance that she would do her part to keep our lives and our family intact, even through difficult times.

She closed her eyes and looked up, and I thought she was beginning to go. This usually serves as "authorization" to me that I can go as well, and we often orgasm at the same time. I asked her if she was close. As the shook her head sideways, I smiled and said "You will be soon…" If she doesn't go before I do, my release triggers something in her and her climax follows almost immediately while I continue thrusting and rubbing. Today, as I thrust into her and released myself, she started what usually happens: Her eyes broke away from mine and closed, clearly rolled upward looking at something high in her mind. Her neck muscles and gentle laugh lines became stronger, more pronounced, and her jaw quivered slightly. She arched her back forward slightly, lifting the top of her body. Her vagina squeezed me, hugging me, milking me. She convulsed, first gently a couple times, then forcefully with strong breaths, then gently a few more times. My thrusting remained constant. My left hand on her nipple tried to keep up, but my right thumb on her clit was the main character in this act of the play. I watched her face and body for signs so I could keep stimulating her during her release, without pushing her clit beyond the pleasure into irritation (this isn't easy, and I often don't get it right, but I don't want her to have to tell me to stop touching. Rather, I want to have a gentle landing together, and show her that I know her and how to take care of her needs). It went as hoped for today, and we quietly emerged from her orgasm with a gentle denouement. She looked at me, pleased to have shared this send off to her trip. We kissed briefly, and sighed together, Aware of the time, she waddled to the toilet with a tissue between her legs, to not drip our hard work on the carpet. I brought in her pants and panties as small symbol of unity and gratitude. We may have said other administrative things about what needed done the next couple of days, but I honestly don’t remember. Rather, you can see here what my mind took in. She quickly finished making herself presentable, and went downstairs to kiss the kids. I placed her suitcase at the door. Rather than take it to the car, I knew that she would find one or two more things she needed to put in it. I asked if she wanted something to drink, still probably having my taste in her mouth. She left with one final kiss to me, her lips still warm and soft from her focused efforts in bed. It was hours before I felt routine again.

It's not the road head fantasy that folks might dream about. Rather, it's real life with an amazing giving woman, with cracks and strains and band-aids and scars. She wants for both of us to be better - better at life, better for each other, better for our kids. When she expresses this desire through such giving tenderness, what man can leave that moment unchanged?

It sounds sappy, but your dedication to each other and your willingness to work it out is truly an inspiration. Thank you for sharing yourselves, and I look forward to more.

P.S. Love the latest set: so very hot.

 

[Fflow]

I must say you did scare me for a second! What is this painting called? I've never seen it before. Thank you for sharing, and welcome to my thread!

Sorry about the scare. I believe the painting is titled 'Girl with a pearl earring' or something like that. I became a fan of Jan Vermeer when I saw a film on PBC called "All The Vermeers in New York." More recently, there was a film called "Girl with a Pearl Earring" about the creation of the painting, but I've not seen it.

Off topic, I have to say that you're really quite lovely. I know it is terribly forward of me, but I'd be thrilled and honored if you deigned to share some bare foot pix on my thread (linked in my signature). If you need further incentive, my birthday's coming up on Saturday!

Anyway, thank you for sharing your beauty.

Peace.

s

 

[richxr7]

Morning, love your new pics. You are so hot, love your bod

 

[makeluv2u]

love teh last one you have such a lovely back, I could stroke it for hours.

 

[ghostinashell]

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[rob35can]

This is why I come here...to see real sexy women just like you.

 

[JPlayPA]

Now, to keep me off the 4th page. The last of the pink heels.

awesome!!! Big bump for you my dear.

 

[enigma1]

Oh My God!!!

These two pics are perhaps some of the sexiest you will EVER see on this, or any other, forum!!!

Thank you so very much for posting and showing just how super sexy a ladie with children can be!!!

 

[rbijon]

These two pics are perhaps some of the sexiest you will EVER see on this, or any other, forum!!!

Thank you so very much for posting and showing just how super sexy a ladie with children can be!!!

I concur!

 

[GreenGummyBear]

Beautiful! Makes me want to slide in behind you.

 

[Guest]

Now, to keep me off the 4th page. The last of the pink heels.

All of your pictures are awesome. These three are no exception. You look great, lexi.

 

[lexismith128]

What page? I am stilll dizzy from looking at your surprise .....wow, you "have It" Babe!

Thank you. You might want to sit down if you're still dizzy, though!

It sounds sappy, but your dedication to each other and your willingness to work it out is truly an inspiration. Thank you for sharing yourselves, and I look forward to more.

P.S. Love the latest set: so very hot.

I'm glad you were inspired. Real life can be challenging, and then to open it up for people to see is scary. People like you make it worth it. Thank you.

Sorry about the scare. I believe the painting is titled 'Girl with a pearl earring' or something like that. I became a fan of when I saw a film on PBC called All The Vermeers in New York." More recently, there was a film called "Girl with a Pearl Earring" about the creation of the painting, but I've not seen it.

Off topic, I have to say that you're really quite lovely. I know it is terribly forward of me, but I'd be thrilled and honored if you deigned to share some bare foot pix on my thread (linked in my signature). If you need further incentive, my birthday's coming up on Saturday!

Anyway, thank you for sharing your beauty.

Peace.
s

Incentive is needed because I have the ugliest feet. I will see what I can do for your thread though, especially if it is your birthday. I can't say no to a birthday boy's wish.

Morning, love your new pics. You are so hot, love your bod

Thank you!

love teh last one you have such a lovely back, I could stroke it for hours.

I do love my back being stroked, too. I can sit for hours.

pure hotness

Thank you!

This is why I come here...to see real sexy women just like you.

I am as real as it gets.

awesome!!! Big bump for you my dear.

Thanks for the bump!

These two pics are perhaps some of the sexiest you will EVER see on this, or any other, forum!!!
Thank you so very much for posting and showing just how super sexy a ladie with children can be!!!

QUOTE=rbijon; I concur!

Those are quite the compliments! Thanks guys!

Beautiful! Makes me want to slide in behind you.

Then, why don't you?

Hi. Just looked at your actioin pics. Wow, they are so sexy. You're a very hot looking couple. Thanks for sharing those.

Your welcome.

All of your pictures are awesome. These three are no exception. You look great, lexi.

Thank you. I'm glad you think so.

 

[kovielem]

i do want more plzzzzzzzz

 

[GreenGummyBear]

Then, why don't you?

I will slide right into your ass after I fuck your pussy.

 

[lexismith128]

I will slide right into your ass after I fuck your pussy.

I'm glad it's in that order.

 

[lexismith128]

i do want more plzzzzzzzz

Your wish is my command. A new series. I hope you enjoy it.

 

[RunningJib]

How prefect

Now, to keep me off the 4th page. The last of the pink heels.

My Dear Lexi,

You are a terrible beauty. You take my breath away and at the same time, I wish that I could steal an idle moment with you to lick and nibble your ear lobes only to traverse along your spine just so I could find your magnificent ass. Regardless of how prefect you are, I cannot think of anyone but a dear friend from college.

She played the cello. For two years I watched Debra walk across the campus carrying this case that was far too big for her. During our junior year I attend one of her recitals and heard beautiful low tones that resonated into arpeggios that coaxed tears from me.

One spring night when the moon was full I heard a melody from across the square. I followed that ghostly galleon until I found a single light that was illuminating Debra’s music stand. I continued to her door and when she let me inside, I discovered she was nude. No matter, she was inspired by the moon.

Watching Debra open her legs to cradle her cello made me insanely jealous. I could not control myself. In the moon light, it was almost like I had transformed into a wolf. As I crawled to her, my clothing was left trailing behind me. Whipped into a frenzy, I grasped her ankle and began to lick and moan. Moving upwards, I was soon behind her, one hand on her breast and the other upon her thigh. As I kissed her, I coaxed her legs away from her cello and soon she was facing me. Upon my knees I began to lick her thighs as she gently allowed her cello to rest upon a near-by stand. At that same instant, I had found her mons and labia. Now I was playing her.

I haven’t thought of Debra for over thirty years. But right now, I can smell her, taste her and hear her laughter as she is urging me on.

r'jib

 

[briansmith98]

That's kind of funny in a way. I think her tushy kind of looks like a stringed instrument here. I wonder if they had that in mind when they invented cellos?

 

[lexismith128]

My Dear Lexi,

You are a terrible beauty. You take my breath away and at the same time, I wish that I could steal an idle moment with you to lick and nibble your ear lobes only to traverse along your spine just so I could find your magnificent ass. Regardless of how prefect you are, I cannot think of anyone but a dear friend from college.

She played the cello. For two years I watched Debra walk across the campus carrying this case that was far too big for her. During our junior year I attend one of her recitals and heard beautiful low tones that resonated into arpeggios that coaxed tears from me.

One spring night when the moon was full I heard a melody from across the square. I followed that ghostly galleon until I found a single light that was illuminating Debra’s music stand. I continued to her door and when she let me inside, I discovered she was nude. No matter, she was inspired by the moon.

Watching Debra open her legs to cradle her cello made me insanely jealous. I could not control myself. In the moon light, it was almost like I had transformed into a wolf. As I crawled to her, my clothing was left trailing behind me. Whipped into a frenzy, I grasped her ankle and began to lick and moan. Moving upwards, I was soon behind her, one hand on her breast and the other upon her thigh. As I kissed her, I coaxed her legs away from her cello and soon she was facing me. Upon my knees I began to lick her thighs as she gently allowed her cello to rest upon a near-by stand. At that same instant, I had found her mons and labia. Now I was playing her.

I haven’t thought of Debra for over thirty years. But right now, I can smell her, taste her and hear her laughter as she is urging me on.

r'jib

What a beautiful story. I wish I played the cello, now. I'm glad I can bring about such a great memory for you. Thank so so much for sharing.

 

[kovielem]

i love the new set....the last pic where your thong is slightly showing and the bulge of your meaty pussy lips is so close....it is time fo more....my cock needs more

 

[kovielem]

What a beautiful story. I wish I played the cello, now. I'm glad I can bring about such a great memory for you. Thank so so much for sharing.

i love the new set....the last pic where your thong is slightly showing and the bulge of your meaty pussy lips is so close....it is time fo more....my cock needs more

 

[soloexhib]

I'm liking where this new set of pics is going, Lexi!

 

[RunningJib]

Tell me

What a beautiful story. I wish I played the cello, now. I'm glad I can bring about such a great memory for you. Thank so so much for sharing.

When is the last time your lover / husband took you in his arms and brought you to orgasm? Perhaps my question is too personal.

Debra, despite her own inexperience, taught me a great deal. She was a red head and very fair. Despite being nude, she was very shy. She explained that she was going to turn in. It was her practice to shower before bedtime. On her way to her bedroom, she saw the moon light upon her cello and decided to play. Soon, she was lost in her music and forgotten her current state when I knocked upon her door.

The very first time I touched her I had to be gently. Her perky breasts demanded attention. The sensation of her skin had a sound of its own. She cooed as my hands would circle her areola. With the slightest touch her nipples were aroused and began to get hard. With a firmer grasp, her nipples began to protrude and swell. At the same time, her vagina (she despised "crude" language) began to become moist. Luckily, I was cognizant that it was too soon to penetrate her. Softly I massaged her mons and pubic hair, teasing her labia.

Softly I whispered into her ear. We spoke of the moon and how it played upon her breasts and belly. Now my forefinger was atop of her labia. Not yet opened, but parting all the same. As her scent began to fill the air, her breathing had shortened and her body continued to relax. Gently, my forefinger had found her moisture. As she sighed, she turned her head and I found her opened mouth. With the slightest urging, her tongue found mine. My grasp of her breast was now more firm. While I squeezed her, I begin to lift and pull her flesh just outside of her areole. Her breasts responded and continued to swell. Now her nipples were puffy.

Now my fingers were probing her vagina and lifting upwards. Her clitoris was round, swollen and protruding beyond her hood. The experience for the two of us was very intense. So much so, her shyness had left her and the two us were focused upon her labia and colitis.

Both her hands were upon my waist and she was beginning to whisper “please. Yes, please.” My stroke had quickened and was more deliberate. Now her thighs began to quiver and shake. Despite her surrender, her eyes had become more round and that panic of this new experience was upon her face. My left hand was now firmly across both of her breasts and restrained her as her body responded. In as instant, her whispers had halted and her neck and back began to arch. I continued to focus upon her clit. Now she was gasping , shaking, throwing herself back and twisting. Awash with sweat, she came.

Tell me, when was your lover good to you?