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After more than a decade of marriage, and our share of therapy and couple counseling, my wife and I have finally found our way. Throughout the first phase of our life together we have always been attracted to one another, and sex has always been great, and yet we found ourselves constantly spiraling down a path of constant bickering, arguing and shouting.
"Wait for me by the bathroom door".
I gave my wife a short kiss, and made my way quickly to our bathroom. I heard her behind me, telling the k**s we were off for a short nap. Entering our bedroom I took my slippers off, stood by the bathroom entrance and pushed my body against the door frame.
I heard the bedroom door close and lock, a rustle of clothes, and my wife was standing behind me. There was a faint but audible pop.
Her hands reached in front of me, and she placed her left hand on my pants, squeezing my growing cock through the cloth. Her right hand crawled upwards along my stomach, and reached my right nipple. Slowly she started caressing it, lightly touching it with her fingertip, gently rubbing it back and forth. After a while, she gave it a light squeeze between thumb and forefinger, and I let out a sigh.
She squeezed it again, stronger this time, and I pushed my pelvis against her left hand and into the frame. Her fingers closed on my nipple, and she pulled at it harshly. She then released it and her middle finger started flicking over it very quickly, sometime lightly and every couple of seconds pushing more towards my chest.
I felt the first drop of precum ooze out of my penis.
After one year of couples therapy, we got to a point where the shouting subsided, and we started to talk. Rather, she started too and at first I just listened. She talked about what she wanted to do, and whom she wanted to be, and a lot about what she wanted us to be. And after a while, slowly at first, I started talking back, telling her how I felt about life, about her, and perhaps most importantly about what I wanted. I have never done so before that, I suppose I was always somewhat fearful of the response. Looking back, I don't understand why I did.
"Take off your clothes".
I quickly undressed, shirt above my head, opening the pants zipper and sliding them off with my underwear in one movement. I kicked them all to the side.
My cock's head was covered with precum. She pushed me forward and it slammed against the doorpost, and slid upwards against my stomach. I felt her body press against me from behind, and I let out another drop of cum.
My wife scooped it with her finger, and reaching towards my face, rubbed it against my lips. I licked, licking her finger and my lips, tasting the salty fluid and cleaning my mouth.
I felt her hands reach between my ass cheeks, and she pushed forward with her thighs, holding them apart. Her cold hand caressed me for a second, and I then felt her finger lightly touching my asshole. I moaned, and her lubed finger slipped easily into my ass. She buried her finger all the way in, her palm reaching my body as she wiggled it inside my ass, moving it around before taking it out again.
And again, she pushed it all the way in, moving it about and pulling it out again. She let it rest against my hole, waiting for me to catch my breath.
"Fuck my ass," I said as she reached around and grabbed my cock.
It was obvious that I was more into sex than my wife. She enjoyed it a lot, but didn't have the desire or need for it as often as I did. During 'the troubles', we would have sex off and on, usually very satisfying for both of us. But I always wanted more, and when it was more off than on, well, that's when things were at their worst.
Once we started talking, a lot of it was about that. What I wanted, what she wanted, and what we could do for each other to avoid feeling bad, or pressured, or used.
It was then that I realized that while she didn't always want to have sex, she did like it a lot to have me enjoy myself under her direction.
"Pump it hard".
My hand was on my cock, rubbing it back and forth, using my cum for lubrication. She had her right hand palming its head, she then slid her hand against it and held it with her fingers.
With two fingers rubbing the sides of my cock's head, her middle finger started rubbing against my hole, spreading the cum against it. I moaned, and felt the pressure starting to build in my balls.
Her left finger was now pumping my ass, and I was grinding against it. I could feel her body behind me, and her pubic hairs brushing against my ass as I pushed back towards her.
And then her finger entered my cock. I wasn't ready, I never am. She parted my cock's hole and with a small push of her finger, the tip was inside my head pushing against me and rubbing my urethra.
I gasped. She was fucking my ass. She was fucking my cock.
My hand pumped now as quickly as I could, and a wad of precum covered her finger. She pushed roughly against my cock and her finger entered deeper into it, the pain robbing me of breath.
Her second finger entered my asshole, and he pushed them both as far as she could. I felt her hair brush against my shoulder as her head moved below my right shoulder. I felt her wet tongue lick my nipple, and her lips closed around it.
She bit me, hard.
I came, hard. My legs shook as my cock spewed out five wads of cum against the door frame and her hand. I was moaning and pushing my ass back and forth getting the most of her fingers inside me, as my orgasm subsided and I stood still, catching my breath.
She lifted her hand to mouth, and I licked my cum off her palm. She pressed against me, giving my cock a tug.
"Lick it off the floor".
I fell to my knees and started licking the doorpost, tracing the white semen dripping down until I reached the floor. I pressed my lips to the cold tiles and sucked. I know that behind me, she was masturbating, rubbing her clit while watching me.
I turned around, and lay on the floor beneath her. Her legs were spread and she was rubbing herself. I spread my legs and rubbed my cock, my other hand caressing my nipples.
She moaned and shuddered, cumming against her fingers. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
She had never done this before, and at first I was surprised. Her ability to always come up with new things never ceased to amaze me, as she crouched above me and the first stream of piss hit my face.
"Do you like it?" she asked and looked it me.
I pumped my cock furiously, and looked back. "Yes".
"You fucking bitch," she said and pissed on me again. I lifted my legs and arched my back, presenting her with my wide open ass and pumping my cock quicker and quicker. She sprayed my ass, and her piss mixed with my cum as I shot it again, this time directly into my mouth. I showed it to her, before she spat on my and left me to clean myself up.
"Wait for me by the bathroom door".
I gave my wife a short kiss, and made my way quickly to our bathroom. I heard her behind me, telling the k**s we were off for a short nap. Entering our bedroom I took my slippers off, stood by the bathroom entrance and pushed my body against the door frame.
I heard the bedroom door close and lock, a rustle of clothes, and my wife was standing behind me. There was a faint but audible pop.
Her hands reached in front of me, and she placed her left hand on my pants, squeezing my growing cock through the cloth. Her right hand crawled upwards along my stomach, and reached my right nipple. Slowly she started caressing it, lightly touching it with her fingertip, gently rubbing it back and forth. After a while, she gave it a light squeeze between thumb and forefinger, and I let out a sigh.
She squeezed it again, stronger this time, and I pushed my pelvis against her left hand and into the frame. Her fingers closed on my nipple, and she pulled at it harshly. She then released it and her middle finger started flicking over it very quickly, sometime lightly and every couple of seconds pushing more towards my chest.
I felt the first drop of precum ooze out of my penis.
After one year of couples therapy, we got to a point where the shouting subsided, and we started to talk. Rather, she started too and at first I just listened. She talked about what she wanted to do, and whom she wanted to be, and a lot about what she wanted us to be. And after a while, slowly at first, I started talking back, telling her how I felt about life, about her, and perhaps most importantly about what I wanted. I have never done so before that, I suppose I was always somewhat fearful of the response. Looking back, I don't understand why I did.
"Take off your clothes".
I quickly undressed, shirt above my head, opening the pants zipper and sliding them off with my underwear in one movement. I kicked them all to the side.
My cock's head was covered with precum. She pushed me forward and it slammed against the doorpost, and slid upwards against my stomach. I felt her body press against me from behind, and I let out another drop of cum.
My wife scooped it with her finger, and reaching towards my face, rubbed it against my lips. I licked, licking her finger and my lips, tasting the salty fluid and cleaning my mouth.
I felt her hands reach between my ass cheeks, and she pushed forward with her thighs, holding them apart. Her cold hand caressed me for a second, and I then felt her finger lightly touching my asshole. I moaned, and her lubed finger slipped easily into my ass. She buried her finger all the way in, her palm reaching my body as she wiggled it inside my ass, moving it around before taking it out again.
And again, she pushed it all the way in, moving it about and pulling it out again. She let it rest against my hole, waiting for me to catch my breath.
"Fuck my ass," I said as she reached around and grabbed my cock.
It was obvious that I was more into sex than my wife. She enjoyed it a lot, but didn't have the desire or need for it as often as I did. During 'the troubles', we would have sex off and on, usually very satisfying for both of us. But I always wanted more, and when it was more off than on, well, that's when things were at their worst.
Once we started talking, a lot of it was about that. What I wanted, what she wanted, and what we could do for each other to avoid feeling bad, or pressured, or used.
It was then that I realized that while she didn't always want to have sex, she did like it a lot to have me enjoy myself under her direction.
"Pump it hard".
My hand was on my cock, rubbing it back and forth, using my cum for lubrication. She had her right hand palming its head, she then slid her hand against it and held it with her fingers.
With two fingers rubbing the sides of my cock's head, her middle finger started rubbing against my hole, spreading the cum against it. I moaned, and felt the pressure starting to build in my balls.
Her left finger was now pumping my ass, and I was grinding against it. I could feel her body behind me, and her pubic hairs brushing against my ass as I pushed back towards her.
And then her finger entered my cock. I wasn't ready, I never am. She parted my cock's hole and with a small push of her finger, the tip was inside my head pushing against me and rubbing my urethra.
I gasped. She was fucking my ass. She was fucking my cock.
My hand pumped now as quickly as I could, and a wad of precum covered her finger. She pushed roughly against my cock and her finger entered deeper into it, the pain robbing me of breath.
Her second finger entered my asshole, and he pushed them both as far as she could. I felt her hair brush against my shoulder as her head moved below my right shoulder. I felt her wet tongue lick my nipple, and her lips closed around it.
She bit me, hard.
I came, hard. My legs shook as my cock spewed out five wads of cum against the door frame and her hand. I was moaning and pushing my ass back and forth getting the most of her fingers inside me, as my orgasm subsided and I stood still, catching my breath.
She lifted her hand to mouth, and I licked my cum off her palm. She pressed against me, giving my cock a tug.
"Lick it off the floor".
I fell to my knees and started licking the doorpost, tracing the white semen dripping down until I reached the floor. I pressed my lips to the cold tiles and sucked. I know that behind me, she was masturbating, rubbing her clit while watching me.
I turned around, and lay on the floor beneath her. Her legs were spread and she was rubbing herself. I spread my legs and rubbed my cock, my other hand caressing my nipples.
She moaned and shuddered, cumming against her fingers. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
She had never done this before, and at first I was surprised. Her ability to always come up with new things never ceased to amaze me, as she crouched above me and the first stream of piss hit my face.
"Do you like it?" she asked and looked it me.
I pumped my cock furiously, and looked back. "Yes".
"You fucking bitch," she said and pissed on me again. I lifted my legs and arched my back, presenting her with my wide open ass and pumping my cock quicker and quicker. She sprayed my ass, and her piss mixed with my cum as I shot it again, this time directly into my mouth. I showed it to her, before she spat on my and left me to clean myself up.
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