Sexy Time In The Whirlpool: Why I Love It

Not the right time for tests.

Mark came home looking tense and tired shortly after I posted that mood bleed entry. I greeted him with a hug, a kiss, an apology for being selfish and needy, and an offer of my backside for stress relief. To my surprise, although he did grab and squeeze it, he asked for a rein check and quiet time, maybe a short nap with me instead. It’s not a first or anything, but it was a bit of a surprise. The idea of a quiet cuddle and some sleep was really very appealing.

First order of business was a bath. We got in together, soaped up and rinsed off and then eased back in the hot water and let the jets work their calming magic. Mark’s rumbling snoring was palpable through his chest to my back. The combination of feeling him relax with his arms wrapped around me, and the rhythmic rumble of whirlpool and snoozing man helped me go with him. The water started out very hot. It was tepid when I was startled awake by the lurch and gurgling sound of the plug being pulled and then the feel of Mark’s hand pressed between my thighs.

“Come on honey, lets take this show to bed,” he was gently massaging my pussy, and I could feel the growing tumescence behind me where my back rested against and between his legs.

We got out and toweled each other off.

I let him guide me to my side of the bed, and obediently lay down and scootched over to the middle. I rested back on the pillows, spreading my thighs, half expecting him to climb into bed with me and take his place with his cock up inside me. Instead he just stood there near the corner of the footboard, holding and slowly stroking himself, working his erection, bringing it up to optimal hardness.

“Touch yourself.” It was a simple quiet request, one that made me blush a little and yet instantly obey. “Spread yourself and stroke.”

I obeyed and smiled, his eyelids were still hooded by the not quite adequate snooze we’d shared in the tub. He looks so childlike and innocent like that, even with his cock in his hand and oh so ready for adult business.

“Are you wet?”

I nodded and smiled.

“Work it stroke your juices around your clit.”

I did.

“Feels nice?”

I nodded. It did.

“Spread wider baby, use your fingers like they were my tongue.”

I tried to. Sometimes playing with myself while he watches me is a very embarrassing, humbling experience. This time I found myself lost and compelled by his expression. When he looked up from what my hand was doing, it was as if he’d ordered my hand to follow his gaze, and it did. My fingers lifted up to my mouth, and ran a slick coating of my intimate juices over my lips like sensual lipstick.

I smiled, and he climbed up on the bed to kiss me. First his tongue plundered and stroked my mouth while his lips collected and shared the slick coating on mine, and then he pulled away from kissing my mouth and moved down to where he could kiss my pussy. His mouth’s initial caresses were impossibly and maddeningly light. The soft puffs of his breath made firmer tactile impressions.

“Never mind the test ,” he stopped suddenly and looked up at me.

“OK,” I looked down and nodded.

“Hold out as long as you can and come when you have to.”

I nodded again, and he went back to kissing me. Soon his tongue pushed in and he used his hand to help spread my pussy open. Much like the feel of his thick cock pressing up inside and then slowly thrusting, the feel of his tongue fucking deep, mining for sexy lubricant and then spreading it up and around between my pussy lips and up and over the hood of sensitive tissue that protects my clit, is one of those sensations that conjure heaven on earth. There was that all too brief stretch of time when I imagined I could happily endure it forever and actually tried to. I reveled in it as long as I could. And then that amazing even more exquisite escalation happened. Desperation took over. More! Faster! More! Harder! Don’t stop! Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohgodohodogodogodogodogod. Please don’t stop. Owowowowowowowowowowowowummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
nnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggg, and then no matter how hard I tried to wait, and hold out in that wonderfully desperate fully escalated and most intense moment of pleasure, it hit and all of me, needs, desires, and wants exploded and shuddered in contraction after contraction of blissful release.

He climbed up and thrust inside me so that the last of my orgasmic contractions pulsed and wrapped around him. I tasted myself on his lips, and then embraced the next round of pleasure.

We enjoyed a nice slow coupling. Cum tally at the end: three Mark one. And then we finished our nap cuddled up under the comforter.

Supper was late tonight. We needed sleep more than food. We’ll see about the giving him my ass thing tomorrow maybe. As it turns out this was a bad week for testing limits, emotionally and physically. There’ll always be another time for that stuff. Time for us might have to be first for a while.


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