Sometimes It Doesn't Take Much

Waiting for clearance to have sex after giving birth sucks.  Waiting for clearance in the beginning of Spring doubly sucks.  Waiting for clearance at the beginning of Spring while being home together is just down right impossible.  So what to do then?

Last night Harry eased his way behind me as I laid in bed.  It began with light touches and gentile strokes while we kissed passionately in the spoon position.  I grabbed Harry's cock in my hand and stroked him concentrating more on providing tension to the shaft than long strokes since there was no lubrication.  When Harry placed himself between my thighs I slightly rebuked him thinking that he was going to enter my lady chamber and although I am almost at the point of saying to hell with the doctors, I still remain cautious.  He quietly shushed me and fitted his penis between my thighs and close to my clitoris.  As he slowly began rocking against me he wrapped forearm against my throat and his other tightly across my milk oozing breasts.  

It did not take long and soon we came in a cacophony of moans.

Sometimes it just doesn't take much!

The Love Debate

  Last night Harry's lover came by to hang out.  Just like it has been awhile since we have posted it has also been awhile since either of us have had a chance to play.  I have to admit that although I am gradually feeling better about Harry's toy I often have to remind myself to be nice to him because I find him rather dull.  And overdone in bed... You know the lover who is always making extra noise when you really just want to them to shut up and get fucked... Well that's him.  Being the considerate man that he is Harry recently purchased a mouth strap on to remedy that problem.  I will let you know how that goes.
  What I want to talk about however, is the look of love that covers the toys face every time my husband walks in to the room.  He tracks him with his eyes, he gets all mushy and soft.  I've said it before I can be a little bit of a bitch but honestly it makes me want to slap the smitten look off his face.  Harry contends that it is not a look of love however a look of lust.  Ha.... Lust doesn't make you look like a forlorn puppy.  It is hot, its intense, it is take your pants off so I can suck your cock right now.  Lust is not I would settle to have a hug and hold your hand while watch movies.  Here in lies the debate!

High Heels

I have a firm belief that if you are having sex standing up you should wear high heels.  I just do not believe that flat footed against a door allows for the best angles to be hit.  It seems to me that instead the cock pops out and leads to a certain level of dissatisfaction.  In conjunction to this line of thinking, as a woman when I look down at my toes I see a perfect line of sexy that is not present when I do not have that extra boost.  My thighs look better, my breasts look better and I generally feel hot when I am in heels.  I'm just saying!

When Someone Else Comes To Play

Outside of having the most amazing husband in the world, we also have an incredible fuck friend.  He rarely has sex when he isn't with us, which is incredible and safer.  Last night he was over and we were able to play for the first time in awhile.  I find that it is exhilarating to have two totally different men playing court to my sexual desires and each other's.
Harry finally got to top.  I am so excited that I got to be present for it.  I was sucking our friend off, so I didn't get to actually see it, but the pressure was pretty fucking incredible.  The best part for me is that Harry doesn't let me be violent at all with him.  I always have to find someone else for that.  Whenever we play we always try to bring in someone that is at least a little submissive so that if I want to finger bang or bite their balls, it is not remiss.  I am not allowed to even pinch Harry's nipples, so this is always a novelty.
I am starting my Saturday in sexual bliss.  Lazy cat stretches and rubbing myself against Harry will be the gist of my day.

Is it just me?

I see sex in everything.  Rough dirty sex, in everything. My very gay Pilates Instructor often gives me a wooden rod to hold as I move the reformer.  The other day after it was no longer necessary to hold he took it from me and started using it as a pointer.  As he touched this body part or that for emphasis, my mind started dreaming of ways to provoke him.  Could I push this man who has no interest in women, who seems docile in manner to strike me with that rod of his.  I found myself making unseemly jokes about the rod and its many assets.  I finally caught myself and had that mind conversation..... "Stop it you oversexual freak!" But still... I had to write about it.

Too close For Comfort

I woke up this morning and tried to do my morning yoga, but was distracted by the thought of Harry in the bed rubbing his morning hard on. I finally gave up my futile efforts and joined him for a morning sex session, as I sit across from him writing this, I again find myself distracted as his cum still fills my jeans and makes me want to jump on him again. But alas, we both have work to do and so I will have to cross my legs and hope later comes soon.