Too Much Anal Sex?

Be careful what you wish for. I am briefly breaking my hiatus, but I am not likely to write anything more here for a while. Time will tell.

Can you have too much of a good thing? I have written at length about the deal my wife and I have. In my attempt to get more and varied sex, I am managed to get more, but the varied part has eluded me. So you don’t have to read my previous posts, I can sum it up by saying that we were having sex only twice a week, and it was mostly oral and sometimes vaginal. Of course, I love both, but I was upset that she wouldn’t swallow and wasn’t so much up to deepthroat. I also preferred that she be shaven and take anal. So we made a deal.

Here’s the problem: I gave her some options so she could have some control. So the problem is that even though she has options, she has settled into one option: anal sex. Of course I enjoy anal sex; that’s why I made it an option. I wanted more. Well, over the past month or so she has settled into a nightly routine of anal sex. Since she decided that she doesn’t want to swallow or do deepthroat—though she was willing to at the beginning. She has found that of the options, she prefers anal, and she does still shave on the weekends.

Not only does she prefer anal sex, but she prefers it in missionary position—on her back; legs up. Now this is a nice position to be sure plus I get a few warm up strokes into her mouth and pussy, but I have moved away from my desire for variety into routine again. At least I can convince her to take it doggy style, but that isn’t her preference. The bottom line is that psychologically she tells herself she doesn’t like getting anal sex—like many women. But when push comes to shove, it is obviously more comfortable to her than deepthroat or swallowing, which she used to do routinely.

In the end, I am just going to wait to see how it all plays out. I can live with a lot of anal sex. At least it is sex, and it is not as if I don’t have some access to the rest—at least as foreplay. I don;t get to eat her pussy as much as I would like either. She just wants to get it over with. Anyway, I guess I’ll stop complaining and get ready to start my day.

Hiatus

I am just too busy to keep up with this.  I have way too much to keep up with at work and even debated spending time to even write this. As I write this, my sex life is looking pretty good.  We have plenty of V on board, and just the other night I got an unexpected surprise—well, I don’t suppose if it was expected it would be a surprise.

We had settled down after dinner, and we retired for a while.  We both knew what we wanted.  I wanted sex, and she wanted some V. We have this down like clockwork, but it never gets tiring: I take off my trousers and lay back on the bed.  She positions her self on her knees and sucks my cock. Some days she is more energetic than others.  This was sort of in between, and she skipped the commentary about feeling like a chore.

I wanted her to deepthroat me, but unfortunately for me she wasn’t in the mood. I asked her to at least take off her clothes, so she took a break and undressed. I enjoy feeling the weight of her breasts when she is going down on me. She repositioned herself so I could play with her pussy with my hand, but she wasn’t in the mood for 69.  Hey, I try.

Her pussy was getting exceptionally wet, and she was becoming more interested in what she was doing until I couldn’t hold back any longer and I let out a nice stream and filled her mouth—well, not quite “filled,” but I will take literary licence where I can. As was our bargain, she dutifully swallowed, and she got her reward.

She said that now she was in the mood to be eaten, but our son decided he needed some attention, so we stopped and played World of Warcraft for the evening. After a couple of hours, it was bedtime again.  She was a little wound up from playing and said something about being hungry, but I fell into sort of a half sleep. As I fell in and out of sleep, I could hear her rummaging about, and then I fell asleep just after I heard her close the bedroom door as she left.

Next thing I knew, she was going down on me again. I didn’t know how long I had been sleeping,  but before I could even glance at the clock she whispered that she had a surprise for me.  I told her I enjoyed her surprise, but she hadn’t given it to me yet.  Then, she positioned her pussy into my face.  She had just spent the past hour or so shaving: that was the surprise.

Of course, I didn’t need any direction; I just started eating, and she continued to suck my cock vigorously. Sixty-nine is sometimes hard to coordinate, but since I had already cum a few hours earlier, I was able to focus mostly on making her cum.  As usual, one of the biggest advantages to sixty-nine—besides getting each other off together—is that, as a guy, I get extra olfactory benefits. I am sure it is mostly psychological, but I love the feeling of extra scent in this position.

I am not sure how long I had eaten her before she came, but I wasn’t really close to cumming again, so I just kept eating, and she kept sucking. A few minutes later, I could tell she was going to cum again, and she did.  She wanted to take a break and change positions, but I could tell I was getting close to cumming myself.  I told her just to keep on going, that I’d be cumming any second.  It wasn’t quite any second, but it wasn’t long before I was cumming in her mouth for the second time that evening.  As an added bonus, she even make a point to let me know she swallowed.  As her added bonus, I gave her another V for the next day.

When I finally looked at the clock, it was about 1:30. I had to work the next morning, but when I am tired for reasons like this, I don’t complain.  I just wish this was the only reason I would be tired.

In any case, I am taking a break again from this blog.  It seems that most of my usual blog buddies are doing the same.  It is likely that I’ll check in now and again, but I am not sure mow much I’ll contribute.  Meantime, I hope any visitors can find some enjoyment reading through some of the back posts.