A quick recap of an orgasm to remember.
There’s no such thing as a bad orgasm, but I wish mine were as strong as my wife’s. We’ve been married 37 years, and in just the past year or so she seems to have learned to cum much more deeply and make the pleasure last much longer. Last night’s orgasm was so intense it took her someplace new. I wasn’t really expecting any action when we snuggled into bed and I reached between her legs, but she spread her thighs a bit and made an encouraging sound. I lifted her top and noshed on her nipples as my fingers combed through her blondish-red bush and massaged what we jokingly call her “public mound.” She was clearly ready for more, so my lips followed my fingers and found her labia. Gently sucking on her external wings got her hips rocking and I could hear her vagina making a sound as it opened and closed, asking for attention. Her favorite vibrator was fully charged, so I pulled it and it’s smaller cousin from the bedside drawer. The larger of the two has a silicone coated shaft designed for insertion, but the magic is at the other end. The top features a gap just the right size to fit over her clit. The gap surrounds her love-bud avoiding direct contact but the vibration it transmits drives her crazy. Once she was grooving deeply on that vibe, I inserted a smaller cousin just deep enough to reach her g-spot. I’d selected a dot-dot-dash vibration pattern to make it distinct from what was happening further north. She was well on her journey toward climax when I took things up a notch. Ass play is not common for us but when the moment feels right, it’s seldom refused. I licked my middle finger and pressed it gently against her. She responded by pressing back and welcomed it inside more than knuckle-deep. Her whole pelvis was now in motion, rocking up and down to penetrate her ass to just the right depth while driving the smaller vibrator in and out of her very wet pussy. Her breathing told me she was about to have a fantastic orgasm, and then her voice confirmed it. No words came out - just a combination of sounds that started somewhere deep within and escaped in waves I could feel as her thighs quivered. If only I had a spare hand to twist her nipples for even more pleasure. Her chest was still heaving when she said, “I don’t know what you did, but that one touched my soul.”
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