[Chosen_Jackal] Pinch me, is this really happening?

[Tongue+groove]

Performance anxiety in this situation must be normal. Or at least it’s normal for the two of us. I have even had a bit of anxiety when I know she’s going to ruin me, rather a fear of going too far, so don’t sweat it just enjoy.

I can also assure you that her learning the art of the dribble cum takes practice, for wives like ours it’s not a normal consideration. She will get better and it will be fun practicing. Also on that note Mrs. G had me practicing ruining myself at her direction, until I fell off the wagon in early January. Now she doesn’t give me any opportunities for diy at all.

One last thing to consider. You noted you got harder after the dribbling occurred. This along with horniness is a good sign of success. At this point you can have a lot of piv with out coming, if you can even cum at all. This might be a good opportunity for the two of you to consider piv, she might find it to be better for her. I say this because women like our ladies ultimately in the back of their minds don’t feel sex is properly done unless the man cums. But if he can’t then she may subconsciously be more selfish so to speak.

Think of it as foxing with the real thing.

Ultimately it sounds like you are having a great time. Best wishes for your surgery.

[ARK]

Hope your surgery goes well.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I’m recovering well from surgery. I’m lucky and I’m not suffering from any major pains, but the recovery is of course affecting every aspect of life right now.
The surgery itself was on Saturday 15th of February and Red had decided to unlock me the night before.
Valentines.

We had a lovely evening, but my memory of it is a bit tainted. This has nothing to do with Red or what we did together, but more with my feelings and reaction to the fact that I was going in for surgery the next day.
The hospital was a bit too far from our house to travel to the day of surgery, so Red and I booked a hotel and spent Valentines night there. We ate at the hotel restaurant before we headed up to our room to enjoy ourselves.

I’ve mentioned earlier that Red is a bit obsessed with what she calls milking me. Others would call it ruined orgasms.
She led me to the shower and started reading and stroking me. Bringing me closer and closer to the edge each time until I finally started leaking into her hands.
If it had been up to me I’d wish for a normal release with everything being the way it was, but I’d never dare tell her what to do or not to do. I’m just happy she takes such good care of me.
Red told me later on that she wanted to do it that way to see if I would last longer when she decided to let me fuck her.
I don’t think I work that way, because what followed was the poorest performance I think I’ve ever put on.
I’m not joking when I say that I can fully after maybe five or six strokes after I entered her from behind.
I felt an intense mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
Red was clearly surprised at how quickly I came, but she told me she was flattered at how good it must’ve felt for me.

Post nut clarity is a term that I think all men are familiar with.
I think everything became a bit too real for me at that moment. In hindsight it might’ve been better for my peace of mind if Red had only milked me and stopped at that, but there’s no way she or I could predict how I’d react.
The surgery next day, my poor performance, and the straw that broke the camels back, the fact that I had to shave off my beard.
It might sound silly to some, but I’ve had a full beard since I was 15 years old. That means I’ve had a beard for close to 30 years now and seeing the unfamiliar face that stared back at me when I’d shaved was gut wrenching. I don’t have a facial structure that looks good without a beard. That’s just the plain truth.

The mix of emotions I felt really broke me for a short while there. Red was fantastic at trying to keep my mood up, but I’m sad to say that what should have been a great evening is a sore memory for me.

That was Friday though. I had the surgery on Saturday and I came home on Sunday. No complications or problems luckily.
I asked Red to be locked back up and everything feels better again.
I’m recovering, my beard will grow back and I can hopefully go back to being a better partner to Red again as soon as I’ve got my energy back.

As always, comments and feedback is welcome.

[Tongue+groove]

Just my thoughts.

Sometimes the high expectations of a great time like hotel sex can cause disappointment when it’s not what we thought it would be. I was never a quick cummer until chastity. Nowadays if she wants it fast she can get it fast. And she has made it pop quickly a time or two just for the fun of it. Oddly enough it seemed to boost her ego a bit that she still had what it took to get me off so easily. A woman who loves you will never be disappointed with how you pop, she will always find the positive in it.

Personally it sounded like you two had a great evening exploring the possibilities, despite the surgery stress. And isn’t that part of this journey, exploring the possibilities.

Finally, the beard thing. Yup been there. I usually reduce to a goatee in the summer. Had a heavy mustache since about 18. My wife had never seen me clean shaven and asked my to one time. She took one look and told me to never do it again. On another occasion I shaved my beard down one spring when my daughter was about a year old, when she saw it she got a terrified look and started crying.

Her husband sports a nice full beard year round.

[ARK]

CJ
Glad the surgery went well. There are two types of surgery: minor and major. If the surgery is for someone else the it is minor. If the surgery is on you, then it is major. LOL.

Beards. You and T&G would fit right in at central Arkansas. The way both of you describe your appearance without a beard, Ya’ll must have a face perfect for radio. LOL

[Chosen_Jackal]

Thanks guys, I needed the laugh!
I do have a face for radio, that’s for certain.

[Tongue+groove]

Major vs. minor surgery was properly defined. I’ll be using that one.

[Chosen_Jackal]

It’s strange how things change. How situations that would play out entirely differently in the past now goes down new and unexpected roads.
Take this morning for example.
Red and I are both sleeping in. The schools are closed for winter break here in Norway, and I’m recovering from surgery.
I always wake up earlier than Red, so I snuggle over to her and try to wake her up softly.
Now, the key to waking Red without getting your head chopped off takes some skill and thought.
I’ve learned that the best way is to gently rub the soles of her feet, caress the back of her neck or like i did today, run my fingers softly through her hair and gently caressing her scalp.

When I was fairly certain she was awake I stopped for a few seconds to talk to her, but before I could say anything she gave me a sharp: "More!"

I’m firmly programmed to interpret everything she asks for as a command, and when she commands there’s no room for delay or hesitation, so I got back to it immediately.
I also pressed my groin up against her amazing ass as I continued to rub her scalp.
I could feel how my penis was struggling against the cage and the entire situation was incredibly erotic to me.
She allowed me to feel the uselessness of my cock, safely contained, as it pressed against her buttocks while I was giving her what she wanted.
It was clear to me that the situation wasn’t erotic in the slightest to her, and that turned me on even more.

I’m not going to pretend to know what Red’s thinking at any time, but I’m 99% certain she didn’t give any thought to my penis. She was enjoying herself, and like the pathetic little man I am, I took so much pleasure from her being entirely indifferent to how horny I was.
When she finalized decided to get up I thanked her.
She asked for what in a laughing tone, and I told her that I was thankful for her letting me have this moment.
She continued by saying she couldn’t believe how easy life has gotten.
In the past it would be hard to get me to caress and rub her head for more than a minute or two, and I’d probably be sticking my erect cock against her back which would inevitable lead to one of two things.
Her getting up annoyed at me for trying to stick it in her at all times, or her giving in and leads to us having sex. Red has never been interested in morning sex so it would most likely be pretty underwhelming for her.

So things definitely have changed. For the better I’d say.

[Tongue+groove]

This has been my past two mornings almost verbatim. In fact I believe that Red and Mrs. G could be sex goddess doppelgängers. They certainly do like their morning rubdowns.

[Chosen_Jackal]

It’s actually scary how much I relate to the way you describe your experiences and the similarities between Mrs G and Red when I read your journey posts sometimes.
I know Red enjoys reading your journey as well, even though she doesn’t comment much on here.

If I understand things correctly you’re about two decades (give or take some years) older than me (I’m 42), and it’s inspirational to read about the passion and communication you two share. It gives me great hope and excitement for the coming years for me and Red as well.