[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Just a few hours after my post about my experiment and Mrs. G asked me to get a box from a high shelf in a closet. Turns out the sex wedge was hidden up there also from the last time the grandkids stayed over. I handed it to her then got the box down. I went to put the wedge back and she says, leave that down you’re going to need it later.

I was a bit surprised and said, but it’s Mother’s Day, so you have something in mind.

Her: well it’s a little early in the day but I’ve been waiting to tell you that you will be punished today.
Me shocked: what in the world for.
Her: for putting me through the pain of delivering your oversized children.
Me: well then it is only appropriate that I present you with my latest creation. It’s a replacement paddle for the one you split on me.

After giving it to her she commented, this is really beautiful and it’s definitely got more heft to it. Let’s leave it here on the corner of the bed as a reminder to you throughout the day.

This one is just under a half inch thick. It’s spalted maple which is a beautiful wood in my mind. It does have a flaw or two because I mis judged a router bit. I’ll try to post a pic.

[Tongue+groove]

While firing the grill for some chicken for Mother’s Day. She asked what I wanted to eat with it. I said there’s only one thing I want to eat. Ok so I fell off my experimental wagon. She says well that’s not an option. So I settled for a sweet potato and onions mix she makes for the grill. She continues to say the only thing you’re getting from me is the wood.

Damn she’s fixin to bust my ass, is all I can think. Not sure why. Has she really come to like inflicting pain on me? She knows I’m a pain addict but she has never really endorsed it. Currently she is in the shower. I’m not sure how this is going to unfold.

[denied_one]

The pain of child birth ...

And you apparently are no small drink o'water, sir

She said your "over sized" children

Sound absolutely like She is fixin' to bust your SSA!

ENJOY

[Tongue+groove]

It turned out to be an evening of a few unexpected events. For starters when I presented her the paddle she say’s, “before we get started you need to know up front that you will NOT be getting to eat any pussy. This evening is only about you and what I want to do to you. Now up on the wedge and know that I love you.

Ok so the new paddle may be a bit too hefty. She took her normal first swing and I rolled off the wedge nearly crying. She simply said , wow this thing is impressive, looks like I’ll need to be a little more careful.

After she had me red and tingling pretty good she started working my balls with her hands from behind. At one point I thought I was coming. I struggle to cum in my cage so it was a bit odd. The other thing is I was wearing my chrome dome so there is absolutely to access to mr. Wanky’s head.

After a while she stopped working me she said, “you are running a steady stream, your so nasty.” Then out of nowhere while I’m still bent over the wedge she grabs my hips and starts pumping on me. She has never been inclined to such activity. We both know that it’s not physically safe for me to be pegged so it’s off the table. It’s what she said and did that made me leak even more. While thrusting me from behind she says, “I want you to imagine that I’m fucking your ass. That’s right I’m showing you what it’s like to get fucked. Wouldn’t you love it if I could do this too you properly? Then she reached under me and retrieved a slathering of cum. Then she said more, “hah your cock doesn’t lie, you want to be fucked like this don’t you. You are totally disgusting.”

Why do her comments work on my mind and body so well? I truly think that had it been possible she would have plowed my ass good. Just her thinking about it tells me that she has possibly gone beyond spumoni.

Collapsing on the bed she snuggled in behind me for what I thought would be some aftercare. But no she starts with her nails on my back and sore ass. Then Moving to working my nipples first with her fingers and fingernails. Then her teeth. I thought for sure she would bite one off. Through all this I had one Neo after another. When she finally quit I was totally exhausted. She cuddled me until I fell asleep. At 4am I woke to her holding my hand. Apparently I had been breathing funny so she held my hand and I returned to normal breathing.

This morning I was putting cream cheese on a toasted bagel for her to have on the way to work. She slides in next to me at the counter and says. I put a load of laundry in the washer, it’s supposed to rain today so I need you to put them in the dryer and the next load to be done is ready and waiting. Your doing a nice job with that bagel, obviously you know how much I like things creamy. Just like you last night all nasty and creamy.

Me: well it felt like I was cumming but there was no satisfaction from it and I’m still leaking and horny this morning.
Her: that’s perfect just the way I like you. Now walk me to my car and be sure to take care of the few chores that I have left you.

Again with the words that seem to distract my thoughts.

So at this point I have only gone one week of not verbalizing any sexual thoughts. As a result she was like a lidded pot on simmer, eventually the top will blow off.

It’s just shy of two weeks when she wants her anniversary spa day. Hopefully I get to indulge in her nectar before that time, but I’m not going to ask for it, mums the word.

Life’s too good to spoil the experiment now.

[Tongue+groove]

Last night was the first of several late nights for Mrs. G this week. She got home almost two hours past our normal bed time. Remarkably I was still awake. Then there was the decompression time before we got to bed.

She has left the spare key on her dresser for several months now. Because of spring time tasks that are especially dirty and sweaty she insists on extra special daily cleaning. To some it may not sound like she’s in control but the fact is she is very much in control. A year ago if I would have had these nights by myself I would have pushed mr. Wanky to his limits. But now if I was to betray her trust it would destroy me psychologically.

The icing on the cake was the last time I was released and afterwards she told me that I no longer had a choice in the matter and being unlocked was not an option. I’m so proud of how far she has come.

On another note, I had several opportunities to make sexual inuindos this morning but didn’t. I still haven’t made any sexual comments in almost two weeks. This has not been an easy experiment since nearly everything I say has a perverse twist.

Spa day is about 10 days out.

Life is good.

[Tongue+groove]

Only one more late night for her is left. I do hate being home alone so much. I always tell her that I have to die first because I can’t live alone.

When she got home I noticed that she had changed clothes for the banquet she had to attend. She looked stunning. Not in the sense most people would think, but I loved it. Her dress was an earth tones country girl appearance just below the knee’s. A denim jacket that highlights her round bottom and her cowgirl boots that lift her bottom also. The sexiest part to me was the subtle scuffs on the boots from her horse riding days. All I could see was her round ass rocking in the saddle. She told me about her day while I drooled and remembered all the quickies we’ve had around the farm. Around here a roll in the hay means just that, a roll in the hay.

After awhile she asked if I would make her a dick and balls. She wanted a sherbet dick with vanilla balls. I was happy to oblige her and watched her savor her ice cream. Afterwards she headed to the shower and I went to bed.

When she came to bed she got in on her side the took both feet and started pushing me out of bed. Finally I stood up and turned to ask what she was doing. She was flat on her back hogging the bed and just spread her legs open and closed her eyes. No words nothing just a beautiful pussy waiting. And oh my it was groomed to nearly nothing, she seldom goes there but she apparently got carried away in the shower. Such a beautiful piece of anatomy she has. I grabbed a bed mat and slid it under her at which point she grabbed the back of my head and made me stay.

Who knows how many o’s she had all I know is that I had to have a shower afterwards. When she was done she simply pushed my head away and handed me her towel. I was obsessed with getting my dick in her, but of course I was locked. I cleaned her up, she rolled over and was fast asleep. Not a word the whole time. Once again I was her play toy, it was awesome, she’s so beautiful.

As I recount these events a few things come to mind.

She got what she wanted without saying a word. I’m learning more about her.

She doesn’t like vibrators and dildos she only likes my tongue and fingers. Looks like my name fits the bill. It was just a joke when I used it here.

She doesn’t need mr. Wanky as much as even she thought she did.

How many times in the past did I mount her to finish myself off and she let me out of reciprocation even though she was done. She doesn’t do that anymore and she’s comfortable with it.

She is also comfortable with using me as a sex toy. I enjoy the feeling of being used this way. It’s quite rewarding.

If she had her way would we ever have piv again? Suddenly I m starting to understand others on here who haven’t done piv in years.

I’m wearing her smell on my beard today. What a wonderful life it is.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Wearing her smell on my beard.

That’s simply the best isn’t it?
I love drifting to sleep with the smell of Red all over my face and beard.
I swear there’s no better smell in the world.

We’re lucky men my friend!

[Tongue+groove]

@C_J

So this may sound nasty to some but I’m sure you will understand. When the day after and her scent is on your beard and you break a good sweat and you get to taste her all over again as your mustache drips. Makes me want to curl my nose.

Or is it just me?

[Chosen_Jackal]

I agree 100%!

Unfortunately, I work at a hospital, so I have to wash it off before work.

[Tongue+groove]

I just Herbi’s post about scheduling another holiday. It caused me to realize that Mrs. G will have her last day at work this week. She will be on leave until her official retirement date next month. Friday is our 39th anniversary. She just wants to chill for the day and make supper together. Then apparently on Saturday she plans to keep me busy pampering her.

Then the following ramble happened. So feel free to hit the back button.

In my experience I’ve seen two types or retirees. One sets on the front porch and watches the world pass by and dies in 6 months.

The other is busier than when they were working. They don’t have time to die.

For the past three years retired I’ve been the second one. Mrs. G has so many projects planned or already started that she appears to be falling right in line with me. I’m so looking forward to this next phase of life together. I’m sure there will be hiccups along the way but we’ve made it this far and pulled through every time.

The only travel plans are for when the new grand baby comes in July. And one overnight trip in September for a wood working event.

Mrs. G already plans to spend plenty of time with the new one. There has even been discussion of her eventually becoming a live in nanny when the time comes. Nothing against daycare but we have always made things work for not using them. Mrs. G put her career on hold for 12 years and stayed home with our children. Our sons wife is doing the same thing currently. Our daughter has said the only way she will work with having pre-school age children is if grandma is there.

I have a tremendous amount of respect for these wonderful mothers. Once again nothing against working moms and child daycare. We actually have a small taste of how difficult it can be. We tried it one time. On day two Mrs. G came home and said no more. And that was that. Fortunately I have always been well employed. She was always willing to pick up an occasional side at home gig. And we never spent money we didn’t have. We have been blessed more that we know.

Again sorry for the rambling. I think I’m just seeing the later in life benefits of long range planning, saving money, and investing in relationships.

For us it has helped to make a good life even better.