Nocturnal Chat #17

Sexual Reflections

It had been weeks since she and her lover made that special connection. This time neither she or he would take no for an answer. As he jumped in the shower to freshen up and after she had made sure both kiddies were off to LaLa Land, she slipped on the red silk nightgown he'd bought her weeks before. It lay still in the box and now she had no excuse not to put it on.

The moment she slid the gown over her head and felt the coolness of the silk against her nipples, she felt that familiar heat rise between her thighs. She stood in front of the mirror in front of their bed and marveled at the contrast of her hard nipples against the soft delicate fabric. She ran a brief had along the curves of her breasts, stomach and thighs. It was almost electric. The woman in the mirror smiled as the shower stopped but her hands did not.

The thought of him coming out any second to take advantage of her made her shiver even though it was a warm night. The bathroom door opened, the bedroom door closed, and the ceiling fan was clicked on. Her eyes never left the reflection. She could feel him watching her as her hand continued to explore herself in the mirror. She watched as one hand pinched a nipple while the other lifted a corner of the red gown and slipped a finger in that moist place between her legs. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the butterflies meeting somewhere between her chest and naval, she couldn't. She had to see what pleasure looked like.

She heard his footsteps and then saw him theatrically remove her hand from her breast and kiss the length of her arm all the way to the nape of her neck. She inhaled deeply the fresh smell of soap off his cool body and watched her eyes become small slits as his hand joined hers underneath the gown. His fingers pushing in her fingers making her liquid flow down to both their knuckles, the reflection moaning softly.

His hardness was rubbing matter-of-factly behind her and his breathing was becoming raspy. She pushed back on him ever so slightly to get him to fall on to the bed. Never letting her go, he pulled her down on top of him, using their moist fingers to glide him inside. The instant his warmness met her, she watched as her head flew back in that first moment of sheer blissful contact.

She rode him slowly at first. Head now forward and her focus back on the reflection, she was mesmerized and how the straps of her gown fell on their own off her shoulders and her breasts bounced with the rhythm of their love making. With each orgasm her hands found their way to her hair, pulling heaps of hair off her neck so that he could see the profile of her breasts with each shudder. Rib cage elongated, sweat beading and running down her stomach, and her breath coming in and out in short labored sighs.

The light that danced in her eyes was hypnotizing and she squeezing and pulled him deeper inside of herself. She bucked and arched her back and leaned just enough backwards so that he could pull on her nipples and play with her clit. She felt the undeniable heat of a mastergasm building its way to the top of her skull to the base of her toes and she upped the tempo. She was magnificent. A black beauty riding her stallion. His grip on her tightened letting her know she wasn't alone. The walls of her pussy contracted and sucked every ounce of cum his dick had to offer her. Her hands clasped high above her head now came crashing down to rack his thighs as the climax filled her.

Her hair stuck to random areas surrounding her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts. Her skin radiated this unbelievable afterglow. With her head cocked to one side, she was almost certain she saw her reflection wink just before she turned around to tell her lover, "Thank you."

Irresponsible or Healthy?

Irresponsible might be a poor choice of words, but is it irresponsible or healthy to continue to have sexual fantasies that you want to fulfill with your spouse? The whole reason this blog came into existence is because I'm an overly sexual being and have been repressing much of my sexuality because a) my hubby is my complete opposite and 6) we don't have the "time" or "means" to entertain me. The conversation came up about fantasies and the question was posed to me, "You still want to fulfill your fantasies now? Didn't you get those out of your system when we got married?" UM, NO! I still want a threesome, I still want to have sex in locations where the element of getting caught is there, I still want to go to a "sexy" party or sex expo. I have a mental locker near busting at the seams filled with unfulfilled fantasies and more important, fantasies that I'd like to fulfill with him!

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I mean, where is this unwritten rule that says once you get married you have to relinquish those fantasies and just have "normal" sex? I asked him if he wanted complete honestly (and believe me this is not the first nor will it be the last time that we've had this conversation, but each time I think he hopes my answers will change) and basically reminded him of what I like, what I am capable of, what I need, what turns me on and off, and the myriad of fantasies that are locked up in my sexual psyche. He feigned surprise but this discussion of ours went into the wee hours of the morning. He feels that he got his fantasies out of his system before we got married and it doesn't "interest" him in doing those things with me. Ouch! When I asked him why not, he couldn't give me a definitive explanation other than the fact that "you're my wife now". Hm? I decided to take this opportunity of openness and really get him talking. I went with the obvious man fantasy of having two women, and I asked him, "How would you feel if I said yes to that?" He feels that 3somes either way won't work and that they'd turn into some Wendy Williams advice hour type shit where one person is left feeling vulnerable and another will possibly start to question the relationship. After an hour of this, I finally got him to say that he might be open to a 3some but only at a "sexy" party where I would have to prep him first and get him good and liquored up. I made him really think about realistic fantasies that he could see enjoying with me and he came up with a few: on a private beach (did we somehow hit the lottery and I didn't know?), role playing in a bar as strangers (more doable), on a car hood...making progress, right? After over three hours of discussion, and even being so bold as to ask, "If one person in a marriage is not getting satisfied after making several attempts to get their spouse to be more open, would you blame them for stepping outside the marriage?" After a long pause, he said, "No, I guess I wouldn't...I will try to do make more of an effort to appreciate how unbelievably sexual my wife is, ok?"

OK!