Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
It something that I was really never interested in. My 5th grade health teacher told me that if I did it, I could become a nymphomaniac and could get pregnant…or worse. She told us girls that self stimulation was just something “good girls” never did. And so I didn’t.Yes, I would feel a hormonal nudge from time to time throughout my adolescence that would find my curious about letting my fingertips wander. But the words my health teacher spoke always came back to me and fear prevented it. Watching men’s volleyball or reading a book my mother left out would find me occasionally with an irritating moistness throughout the years. I found the frustration foreign.The lack of resolution made me grumpy. And so, for the most part, I avoided situations that would leave my breath quick and my pulse quickened.We were married two years after I graduated from high school. And the things Steve and I explored together in the months following our engagement opened up a whole new world for me. It was a refreshing world of release from those frustrations I had felt through the years. I had my first orgasm 4 months before we were married. It was quite by accident…at least on my part. Looking back, I see that Steve was quite intentional in where he wished to bring me that day.The next 7 years of our married life were a sweet time of discovery for both of us. As time went on, we explored each other in ways that I had never imagined. No, our marriage wasn’t perfect. But the bedroom was always a welcome respite from our marital challenges. In the summer of our 8th year of marriage, Steve made a suggestion one Saturday morning as we were making love.I was having trouble reaching climax because I had the day on my mind. We had three kids downstairs making noise and my mind just wasn’t in it. I was CLOSE to orgasm 3 times. But I just couldn’t reach that sweet peak. I knew exactly what I needed Steve to do…where he needed to touch. But I couldn’t describe it to him. I was frustrated and he could see it. I said “I wish I could climb inside of your head and show you exactly how to make this happen!!!”He said…”Well…there IS kind of a way we can make that happen.” I said “How?” He suggested that I manually self stimulate. I told him that I wasn’t up for that. I told him it made me feel “dirty.” He responded: “That’s kind of what’s fun about it, don’t ya think?” I giggled at him and asked him if he was serious. He was After a few minutes of convincing, he soon had me at ease enough to at least try it.”Ok” I said. “You promise you won’t laugh?” He said “No way…this is going to be so sexy.” I said “Here goes nothing” as the words of my health teacher started to flood back in. Steve could tell that I was apprehensive at first. But his deep, soothing voice and gentle touch on my skin soon overtook any doubts I was having. His breath, warm on my neck, his two fingers plunging softly between my labia, and my fingers stimulating my clitoral hood gently soon took me to a world I had longed to go for so long. But I had been afraid.The whole world drifted away. I heard no sounds but my own breathing, Steve’s gentle words, and the sounds of Steve’s fingers entering and exiting my slippery womanhood. My fingers swirled. His fingers filled me, and his lips caressed my neck, ears and nipples.I lost track of time as every stroke of his masculine fingers within me sent miniature orgasms pulsing through my body. Then, the fire began to build. My muscles began to tense. With Steve’s accompaniment, I was bringing myself to a taboo retreat that I had never once visited. It felt wrong. But it felt so perfect.I sensed my head begin to spin, the scent of musk in the air. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw Steve’s olive-complected, strong hands on his shaft stroking himself as he stroked in and out of me with his other hand. Semen glistened on the tip of his penis as I could tell his body was beginning to prepare for a warm release of it’s own. The sight of the veins running up and down the length of his erect penis as he stroked sent me over the edge. My legs tensed…I bit my lower lip…and then I felt a wave of intense satisfaction wash over my body as I felt hot ropes of semen leave Steve’s body and coat my belly button, ribs, and breasts.Steve’s ejaculation and my orgasm were divinely, accidentally, perfectly in-sync. As my fingers rode my Mons to the best orgasm I had experienced since our honeymoon, I felt Steve’s fingers tremble inside of me. A stream of semen, freshly spewn from my beloved tricked down my upper chest, down my breast…and a drop hung precariously from my right nipple. It hung there…pausing just for a moment before it dropped to my belly…itself, surrendering; signaling an end to a time that neither of us would ever forget.It was a moment in time we have since repeated dozens of times. It signaled a new freedom in our lovemaking. The experience has removed shame, doubt, and walls between my beloved and I. The experience was a door we entered that has caused our creativity in lovemaking to blossom like a rose. My friend, never be ashamed to explore ANYTHING within your marriage bed that you and your lover agree to. All is sacred. And all is wonderful
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