[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Been a hard week, a really hard week.

I’m back in the metal nub for some time now. I don’t even keep track anymore. Mrs. G has been super busy this week and exhausted when she gets home. For the past few nights I have been woke up with a bulging nub at midnight and again about 3 am. We are always up about 4:30. This morning was the second time that I had a third round of morning wood while having coffee. Very disturbing when it happens. Mr. Wanky needs to stretch something fierce.

She told me last night that this weekend she wants to visit the grandkids and have a date night with me. Those green eyes sure can twinkle at times.

Flood waters coming tonight. Hopefully we can still make our visit tomorrow. She’s been trying for a month to get a visit in. Storms and sickness keeps interfering. I need her to get this visit in. Something about the grandkids makes her horney.

It’s also been a month of storm prep and cleanup. We could all use a break for about two years.

On a good note I heard the first whiporwhil of the year yesterday. In my mind winter is officially over and spring has sprung.

Life is good with her by my side.

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My oh my can Mrs. G cook. She made me breakfast pizza today with a twist. She usually uses white gravy for the sauce, I can’t eat tomatoes. Then she will use a variety of toppings. Sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs cheese, black olives, onions you name it. They’re never the same twice. But today she replaced the gravy with Alfredo sauce. OMG! Talk about a wake up breakfast.

I learned a long time ago if you find a woman who can bake bread in a wood cook stove you better keep her close by. And that how Mrs. G learned to cook. If I remember correctly the first time I had her fried chicken I asked her to marry me.

Yup she’s a creative woman in the kitchen, the sewing room and my favorite the bedroom.

Three hours until she’s home for the weekend, I feel like a giddy little boy.

[denied_one]

*claps*

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Three weeks ago yesterday our community was hit by an ef3 tornado, the following two weeks was nothing but wind advisories and wild fires. Last night we got 8 inches of rain with another 6 on its way today. All the creaks and rivers are out of their banks. Glad I fed an extra bale to cow’s yesterday, there’s no getting to them at the moment. The creak that splits our farm has rechanelled itself and moved gravel bars around. And once again my driveway will need a few days work and more rock.

I’m getting pretty tired of storm damage. The only plus is that Mrs. G told me not to overdo it. She has plans to take mr. Wanky out and ,in her words, get reacquainted with him.

Not sure how reacquainted she is wanting but I’ll take all I can get.

No matter how bad things get outside it’s still warm inside with her. That’s what makes life good.

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Came in from cleaning culvert pipes for lunch to a bowl of warm soup and a hot sandwich. She said she didn’t want me getting sick from being wet and cold. Then she grabbed my balls and ran her thumb over the nub and said, we especially need to be sure he stays warm and healthy. Then while I fixed my plate she fondled my buns. Oh how I like it when she’s home with me.

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Evening came and she told me she was going to get her shower and that I needed to prepare things and wait patiently for her. She asked if I had cleaned myself extra good and smooth for her. I reassured her I had. I had been anticipating all day what she might have in mind when she said she wanted to get reacquainted with Mr. Wanky. Again I was a giddy little boy filled with excitement over the idea of a new plaything. As I waited you would have thought I was getting to have sex for the first time ever.

She arrived wearing only her bath towel. She laid on top of the bed covers and pulled me to her we snuggled and kissed. Then came the instructions.

Her: first you need to undress.

I stood and removed my sweats and t-shirt.

Her: oh nice, you have your cheeky leopard prints on. You can leave those on I like them, your so cute in them.

Then wile I’m still standing she starts fondling me.

Her: you have such a nice package and I love the way the steel keeps you tight. This thing really makes your balls feel nice too.

Me: thank you I’m glad you approve.
Laying next to her again.

Her: you know this is probably going to be too much for him to handle and since I don’t know where the key is I think I’ll keep him locked up.

What the bloody hell!? Is all I could think. But I remained calm and desperate. So I attempted to negotiate.

Me: the key is in the bowl on your dresser where you left it last week.
Her: so you know where it is? Have you taken advantage or have you been a good boy.
Me: I have been a very good boy. I told you I will never do it alone again and I mean it. I’ve been waiting for this moment with you.
Her: I m so proud of you. So now I don’t need to hide the key anymore. We can leave it there so it’s always ready on a moments notice.
Me: I think I can live with that.
Her: good boy. But we still won’t need it tonight. You need to have a warmup session first.

Oh my frustration. How can she stay so rigid when I’m caressing and kissing her passionately. And words like ‘good boy’ have a way of making me melt into agreeable submission.

Her still in her towel: you need to start high and slowly work your way down.
Then grabbing my winter growth of goatee she easily pulls me to her breasts.

Her: Take your time be gentle and do what you do so well to me.

How can she have so many orgasms? And such a variety of them also. The gentle warmups with moaning, the soaking wet ones where I drown then the crown jewel where she leaves reality and I have to back away and not touch and wait on her to finish and breathe again. Such a beautiful sight to behold.

Shamefully I begged to be unlocked, NO! Was the reply. Desperately I pleaded to just feel her swollen honey pot around my cock.
Again NO! I just want pussy kisses tonight.

As we lay snuggling I asked where the phrase pussy kisses came from she claimed it just came out of nowhere.

Her: when you post about this to your online friends you can tell them you have two new phrases. Pussy kisses and a warmup day.

Me: so I have permission to post.

Her: yeah, you need some form of release. Now clean your face and go to bed I need to set up for awhile before I can go to sleep. You know you really are good at meeting my needs.

Me: but I thought you would need some cock by now.

Her: ehh, your tongue and fingers are pretty hard to beat. Now off to sleep you must be tired after that workout.

Sometimes I don’t know who she is, but I like it. Somewhere in the night I woke trying to fuck my cage. Of course that wasn’t happening. Why can’t you feel anything in the nub?

A frustrated life is a good life even when nubbed.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Mrs G is a master at keeping you teased and denied! I sometimes wonder if the strength of our women’s orgasms are directly proportional to the rarity of ours?

[denied_one]

I sometimes wonder if the strength of our women’s orgasms are directly proportional to the rarity of ours?

@MrsLockNkey has confirmed this to me to be true, for Herself.

It's quite the proverbial "mind fuck"

She cums harder when i'm teased, caged and denied, than a "traditional" orgasm where we both get one.

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I didn’t ean to create such a stir a er at chosen_jackel about red and auburn beauties burnt I would like to clarify that Mrs. G has gone all natural a few years back . She is a a shimmery silver with black streaks mixed in. People ask her all the time who does her hair. She just smile and says Mother Nature. It’s shoulder length and styled similar to when I met her. I’ve grown to love the mature and confident woman look. I tell her all the time that grandma is super sexy.

I miss feeling it brush me during a bj. No I just miss a bj. Wow wouldn’t that be nice. Oops sorry for the side track.

She really messes with my head and I smell Chinese from her kitchen. Gotta go.

Good food is good life.

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Ok, something is in the air. I just read c_J and mr. Pickle. And I thought I had a great evening. My last post strayed a bit reminiscent of what a bj used to feel like. And low and behold it happened.

Evening relaxation, Mrs. G gets up comes to my chair stands between my knees and using her own legs she spreads mine apart and goes to her knees. Since knee surgery this is not easy for her and can quickly become painful. Then she says isn’t that how you do it to me, just spread my legs and dive in? How’s it feel to have your legs spread open like that?

I was speechless. For the first time ever I think she would have pegged me aggressively if I was physically able. I had a vision of her doing it to me missionary and talking very dirty in my face. Then she revealed the key and I returned to reality. Clothes off, cage off, mouth on. Staring me in the eyes the whole time. For me the eyes make the blow job. Some strokes and tongue teasing and a little deepthroating (she is amazing at it) and I m almost spent. Then She stopped.

She’s looking at me over the head of my cock, eyes locked tongue stroking the base and she says.

Her: Touch yourself.

Me: but, but, you’re doing so well.

Her: I said touch yourself! I want to see you touch yourself.

Gently holding my cock she asked how long has it been since I did this.

Me: the last time you made me.

Her still gazing over my cock: stroke it for me.

A few strokes and I’m about to loose it.

Her still gazing: finish for me.

OMG she was going to let me paint her face. That hasn’t happened in ages. The eyes did it I ruptured, she quickly backed off.

Me: NO! NO! Come back, please!

She did and the task globbed out . With a wicked grin she says warmup day two is now completed. You are now ready for tomorrow nights big plans.

Me: but you never plan anything.
Her: you’ll never say that again after tomorrow. And btw did you really think I would let you spoil an $800 pair of glasses.

She brought me warm cleanup cloths. When I got up I retrieved y clothes and cage to head to bed. She frequently lets me sleep unlocked after cumming but as I was leaving the room she said, you forgot the key.

So I locked went to bed and had erotic dreams. This morning when she left for work she says. Remember I have plans for you tonight. Hopefully it’s something you’ll never forget. So dont wear yourself out today.


I don’t ask anymore if she reads here, but how is it that she does this right after my bj post. Coincidence? There seems to be a lot of them anymore.

To Mrs. G, If you are reading this and others please avoid Mr. Pickle today. If I had his experience you would have to make funeral arrangements, I’m to old for that much mystery.

A creative wife makes for a good life.