That first touch..

As your body drifts across to meet mine.

Silken smooth skin

slides electric shockwaves as our bodies melt and mold,

sighs of contentment as our bodies hold

on to each other as if it is the first

time ever our skin has touched,

untainted by the tide of time

or spoiled by familiarity.

Each time

is the one time.

Each time

is the only time.

Each time

is the two becomes one time

the once in a lifetime,

that is,

our love.

So how did the day work out?

Well, if I went into detail of all the things we got up to this would end up being a very, very long post so I’ll try to restrict this to a few brief observations.

First of all, I don’t think either of us are really cut out for the dom/submissive lifestyle. For one thing, I’m not exactly getting Sue to do anything that she isn’t more than willing to do. And she tends to be tuned in to what I want so that most of the time I don’t have to ask. Like when we were in the dining room and she’d finished sucking my cock, she was already climbing onto the dining table before I said anything. And then hesitated and said, “Um, that was what you wanted, was it?” I suppose if I had been a real dom I would have punished her for being presumptuous of something, but it was what I wanted so what the hell?

And, after all, her being perched on the edge of the dining table, with her legs open basically saying, “Come and fuck me” (even if she’s not saying it verbally) is a big turn-on for me.

Secondly, I learned that I do have limits. For whatever reason, whether it’s being in my late forties, or whether it’s to do with my vasectomy or whether it’s a sexual lifetime of trying to hold back for as long as possible, I don’t usually come very easily. Which means that I can normally maintain an erection for a very long time and fuck pretty much as long and hard as the rest of my body will allow. I’ve been fortunate that so far, apart from a brief phase about a year ago, I’ve very rarely had any problem getting and maintaining an erection when required. But by the evening my cock was definitely flagging.

By that time Sue’s aching muscles were really aching. She’d had so many orgasms that her abdomen, thighs and buttocks were really sore. And lying on the living room floor for a long time had made her lower back very painful. Suffice to say that up to early evening I had not been at all merciful on her aching muscles! But by the evening she was in some serious pain so I really didn’t think I could push her any more. And I was quite thankful, to be honest, because I don’t think my cock would have been up to it anyway.

So we spent the evening snuggled up on the sofa watching TV. My cock did start to stiffen fairly rapidly when she started fingering it and then started sucking it, though. So it hadn’t given up the ghost completely.

We didn’t quite fuck all day. There was an hour or so when I took the dog for a walk, and an hour or so when we had lunch, there was a couple of hours in the afternoon when I let Sue have some time in bed on her own before I joined her - but the rest of the time up to the end of the afternoon was pretty much spent in sexual activity of one kind or another.

This morning Sue had to go to work dosed up with Ibuprofen for all her aches and pains. Oops! And of course, she can’t really explain to her work colleagues why she is hurting so much!

Even though we didn’t strictly keep to the dom/submissive theme it was good to have a plan for the day and we had a lot of fun with it. And expectations were definitely exceeded from my point of view in executing The Plan. I’m very glad I sent that email.

[By the way, Sue’s aching muscles didn’t let her off from having sex this morning, cruel husband that I am!]

Sue and I have a day to ourselves today. We’ve both taken a day off work and the children are both away. So for the first time in quite a while we have a whole day to ourselves.

So how are we going to spend today? Well, just like a normal day - with a slight twist. This is the email I wrote to Sue this morning:

How would this be for today?

You will wear sexy nightdress.

You will be prepared to take my cock in your mouth or in your cunt whenever I want, and wherever I want in the house.

And you’ll be prepared to finger your clit whenever I tell you to.

If we go out anywhere you will wear clothes over you nightdress - no bra.

I had come downstairs to make some tea and sent the email to her knowing that she would get it on her mobile phone while she was in bed. To be honest, she’s not really sure about the submission thing, but with some trepidation she’s prepared to go along with it.

Now, the thing is that Sue’s muscles are already aching like crazy from all the orgasms she had yesterday - we had rather a good time yesterday morning even though we weren’t on our own on the house, and an even better time in the evening when we did have the house to ourselves - so from her point of view it might be a case of ‘feel the pain and do it anyway’! (I might be merciful, but then again I might not…)

So her first task, while she was drinking her tea, was to suck my cock. With tea in one hand and cock in the other, sip of tea, suck of cock. And the sensation of her hot, wet mouth enveloping my cock soon had me in raptures.

Let’s see what else I can come up with during the day…

We didn’t get to celebrate our anniversary in our customary fashion for various reasons. For one thing it was on a weekend and we didn’t have the house to ourselves.

In fact, we don’t often have the house to ourselves these days. But yesterday we did. Sue wasn’t working, Son is away this week and Daughter was in school (it was the last day of term). Also, it might have been the last day for a while that we would have the house to ourselves. So we just had to take advantage of that and belatedly celebrate our anniversary in style.

First of all, after Daughter had gone to school I went back to join Sue in bed. For the last month Sue and I have been indulging in a little ‘challenge’ - to have sex every day. Or should I say, at least once a day. Because some days once is just not enough! We did have a little break for a week while she had her period and there has been the odd day that we’ve missed, but otherwise we’ve stuck pretty rigidly to sex every day. And I must say that from my point of view it has been wonderful.

Sue has been a bit concerned that quantity might rule quality, though, and that our mind-blowing sex sessions might be replaced with boring routine. Suffice to say that has not been the case.

So when I got back into bed I suggested that we go out to lunch and Sue should wear a remote control vibrator, as we’ve done before. Except that now she has a
Butterfly Obsession vibrator, which is a bit more sophisticated than the Love Bug.

Knowing that we would be having sex later didn’t mean that I didn’t want sex at that moment, though. Not at all! Being in bed with a naked Sue and the house to ourselves, my stiff cock was definitely not going to pass up the opportunity of some hors d’oeuvre, with the main course to follow later. Didn’t want to overdo it, though, just nice missionary position sex with Sue having lots of orgasms, but I was very careful not to come myself, otherwise I might not have been up for sex later (so to speak).

I finished off by fingering, and then licking her clit, just to make sure that she was fully primed for later.

I rushed through my usual morning chores (walking the dog, looking in on my parents, answering work emails) so that we could be ready to leave for the restaurant in good time.

Not long after the night of the school dance thirty years ago I had taken Sue to a restaurant as our first ‘date’. At the time she had thought that it was a very grand to be taken to a restaurant for a date. Anyway, we were going to that same restaurant - yes it’s still there after 30 years.

Sue came downstairs and handed me the remote control for the vibrator. And of course I had to test that it was working properly. I had to test it a couple of times in the car, too, despite Sue’s pleas that I concentrate on the road. Maybe I should have made her drive. That would have tested her power of concentration!

In the restaurant we chose a table a little way from anyone else. I usually like to sit at a table so that I’m sitting next to Sue if possible, rather than opposite her. Not that I don’t like to look at her, it’s just that I would rather be closer to her.

One thing about the Butterfly Obsession is that it’s quite noisy. Sue was also aware that the wooden chair she was sitting on vibrated too and amplified the noise. Fortunately the ambient noise in the restaurant was enough to make it not noticeable to anyone else, though. At least I don’t think anyone else noticed it.

I wonder what the waitress or other diners would think if they knew what was going on between this perfectly normal husband and wife sitting at their table. Would they notice that the husband held something in his hand that looked like a key fob? Would they notice his finger slide a switch on or off from time to time? Would they notice that the wife suddenly stopped talking in mid sentence from time to time, squirming in her chair with a glazed look in her eyes? What would they say if they knew? Next time you’re in a restaurant have a look around at the other diners. You never know!

I love the way she jumps slightly when I slide the switch to on - and to see her getting turned on too!

I don’t think she would actually get anywhere near to orgasm from the vibrator. For one thing she found it difficult to keep the clit stimulator in the right place and the bit that goes inside isn’t really big enough to do anything. Also, after having it on for a while (I did like that ‘on’ switch!) she thought that it was starting to get hot.

But it was still good fun to catch her out, especially at inopportune moments, like when the waitress was talking to us, or just as she took a mouthful of food. And although she didn’t really get near orgasm she still got turned on by it and that was a turn-on for me. She wasn’t the only one squirming in the chair! And most of all we had a lot of fun with it.

When we got home we had about an hour before Daughter was due home from school so we couldn’t have one of our mega-long sex sessions. But no matter. We were both so revved up that slow and sensual wasn’t going to happen anyway. I guess we’d already had two hours of foreplay; now we were ready to get down to business.

She took the Butterfly Obsession off and I fingered her clit while she was standing, still fully clothed (but minus knickers), until she had come twice. Needless to say she was already very wet and it didn’t take much to get her to the point of orgasm.

I directed her into the living room and undressed her. I got her to sit on the edge of the sofa, undressed myself and stood in front of her, my stiff cock level with her face. No prizes for guessing what I wanted her to do. She duly obliged with long, slow deep sucks, sending me into raptures.

I knelt down between her legs and guided my cock between her super-wet cunt lips, but I didn’t push in very far - not yet. I started fucking her with the tip of my cock, not going in any further than her G-spot. This usually drives her crazy and it wasn’t long before she started to come. As soon as I felt her cunt start to contract round my cock I pushed in deeper, harder and faster and a second, stronger orgasm followed quickly. And then, basically, I fucked her as hard and fast as I possibly could and she was coming over and over and over again.

Then I stood up and got her to suck my cock again. This time it was slick with her cunt juice and with the lubrication she can usually take it in a little further than normal. And for me it’s an added turn-on that she is tasting herself while she’s sucking me.

Next I got her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I propped a mirror up against the wall in front of her (we keep one in a cupboard for such occasions) and proceeded to fuck her doggy style, watching her 36DD tits sway and jiggle in the mirror as we fucked. Again it was fast and furious fucking and her back was soon arching as she came. The point of the mirror is as much to see her face when she comes as it is to watch her tits sway.

Then I got her to roll over on her back and we fucked missionary style on the floor. Again, this was no gentle love-making. This was intense, urgent, animalistic fucking-each-others-brains-out fucking.

By this time we had about 15 minutes or so before Daughter would be home from school so I decided to hasten things along a bit. I got her to sit on the edge of the sofa and suck my cock again, then I got her to finger her clit while I masturbated in front of her face. As she got closer to orgasm so did I. I could feel myself nearly there but managed to hold on until she started to come, then I could finally let myself go. She took my cock in her mouth just before I came and slurped down every last drop, sucking me dry. My orgasm was so intense it was all I could do to stay standing.

Finally, we went upstairs to bed to have an all too brief (but very nice) snuggle time before Daughter got home.

Of course, back in 1977 we would never have imagined that we would still be together thirty years later. And we certainly wouldn’t have guessed that thirty years on we’d have been sitting in the same restaurant playing with a remote control vibrator, and fucking each other’s brains out on the living room floor.

I wonder how we’ll celebrate thirty years from now?

14 July 1977 is a day that changed my life. I can’t imagine how barren my life might have been if that day hadn’t happened the way it did.

I had been in a relationship for just over a year and a half. It might not sound long, but from the age of 15 to 17 that is a long, long time. For a 17 year old it’s one tenth of a lifetime.

It was a turbulent relationship. I can’t say how many times we broke up and got back together again. Somehow there always had to be conflict. But one day I decided that I had finally had enough. I made it clear that this time the break was final. There was no going back. The rate we were going we’d have been married at 18 and divorced by 20. And we probably would have destroyed each other in the process.

That summer day in July was warm and sunny. It was school sports day.

For some time we had been gradually drawn together. She was my girlfriend’s best friend. She was easy to talk to. I was always finding excuses to be in her company.

And so it was that we spent most of that day together. Neither of us was taking part in any sports so we sat on the steps of a classroom in the sun and talked. And talked and talked.

In the evening there was to be a school dance. I didn’t actually ask her to go to the dance with me, but I made sure she was going.

And, as fate would have it, we arrived at the same time. For me, it was a short walk to school, for her it meant getting a lift with her dad (and a lift home again). I don’t think we’d arranged to arrive at the same time (not as far as I remember, anyway) but fate definitely wanted us to be together that day.

On the dance floor the whole world seemed to melt away as we melted into each other. The touch, the kiss, Jammin’ (Bob Marley), Samba Pa Ti (Santana). The electricity between us. It was as if we had both spent years longing for that moment.

Hardly a day goes by when I don’t think back to that night. At least twice a day, in fact - at night when I slide into bed next to Sue’s soft naked body and in the morning when I wake up snuggled next to her. The electricity of our touch hasn’t dimmed at all in that time.

And there isn’t a day goes by when I don’t think how fortunate I am that two 17 year olds got together on that day in July 1977.

Happy 30th Anniversary, Sue. My life would definitely have been poorer if events hadn’t gone the way they did on that day.

[PS sorry it’s so long since the last post. Where did the last 2½ months go?]

So…a little update on what’s been happening with us lately.

As Sue said in in her last post we’ve had a few ripples in our pool lately, mostly concerning Son and a girl that he hooked up with about a month ago. It turned out that she had a lot of problems at home and Son got sucked in to trying to help her sort them out. And that, in turn, got us involved and that, in turn, got some friends of ours involved and the local church and Social Services and…well, it all got very complicated.

It didn’t help that versions of events kept getting altered in terms of what was going on with Son and this girl and what was going on with her home life and getting to the truth was like trying to pin down the shifting sands of a desert.

Son realised that getting involved with this girl was a mistake and has now broken it off with her, except that she doesn’t seem to have got the message. He’s in a tricky position trying to extricate himself from that situation. On the one hand he needs to be forceful enough to make it plain that he doesn’t want to continue in a relationship with her, but on the other hand he has to take it gently because she could probably make life difficult for him if she chose to.

All good life experience for him I guess.

Right now, though, Son is out of the loop because he’s in Australia. He recently dropped out of school has some time until he starts college in September. So I thought he might as well use the time usefully and I arranged for him to go and stay with some relatives of ours over there. He’s gone for 2 months to start with, maybe longer depending how things go.

Poor Sue has been going through the mill lately. Not only has she had to contend with very long, very heavy periods, but her thyroid levels have been low and she’s only just now managed to persuade her doctor to increase her dose of thyroxin. Some of the symptoms of hypothyroidism are lack of energy and loss of libido.

And she’s been suffering from more than her fair share of migraines recently.

And it turns out that she’s anaemic.

Add all that to the stress that we’ve had with Son, and trying to sell our house and, well, you get the picture.

You might imagine from all this that our sex life has taken a major hit. But for the most part it hasn’t. The extended periods have been a bit of a challenge but we’ve made up for it in the in-between times. In fact, despite the fact that Sue has had a particularly bad migraine for the last 4 or 5 days, we’ve had sex on three days out of the last four.

And today, having spent most of the morning in bed, we took the dog for a walk on the beach in beautiful sunshine and had drove to a scenic spot to have a picnic lunch in the car.

By the way, if you’re wondering how we could do this on a Monday it was Sue’s day off from work today and being self-employed working from home I get to choose the hours I work (and yes, I did work hard all afternoon to make up for it - honest!).

So if we’ve had a few challenges to face recently, life is not all doom and gloom by any means.

Sometimes, life potters along merrily. Nothing much really happens and weeks go by, weekends providing a welcome break from the usual routine of work life and the weekly committments of having two teenagers with busy social lives who need taxiing from A to B and back again!

Sometimes, something may happen and a small pebble is thrown into your pool of family life. It makes a few ripples that momentary upset the balance, but then the surface soon calms and normality is restored.

Sometimes, in the other extreme, a huge boulder is hurled into that pool, causing a tidal wave of havoc and flooding that causes so much damage the effects are pretty long term and long lasting.

And sometimes, having recently experienced a long run of the first, and the sudden, sharp shock of the second, our little pool seems to be the target of a little group of pebble throwers, who have decided to sit on our shores with their camp fire buring, and a large pile of pebbles at the ready. Sometimes the pebbles skim and bounce, hardly touching the surface of the pool, but each skim causing the smallest vibration and disturbance to the mirror-glass surface. Sometimes the pebbles bounce enthusiastically, skim after skim, across the surface, each touch causing a violent, sharp shock to the surface, a myriad of rings, spreading out from various points on the pools, each ring then colliding with each other and causing disharmony and discord for a while and then settling down again. Ocassionally, one of the younger revellers, who has not yet perfected the art of stone skimming, throws their pebbles directly into the pool, pebble after pebble, not skimming but landing with a large plop in the pool and sending wave after wave of ripples that race raggedly along the surface, this way and that, causing wave after wave of irritation which, coming so closely together, really disrupt the smooth surface of the pool, so much so, that one hopes against hope, that each stone is now going to be the last and leaves us wondering how many stones can possibly left in this stock-pile.

We know that the surface will be calm again.

We know that the ripples, though damaging, will eventually reach the shore and peter out.

We know that our pool of life is blessed one and that it has good strong foundations and well constructed walls and enough water to withstand the odd leak or overflow.

But that does not stop it being rippled..

Sometimes.