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The Entertainer

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: kyume Posted on: 06 Oct 2007 1 comments
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My wife and I had a great sex life, with both of us willing to do whatever the other wanted that would give the most pleasure. When she broke her hip, though, our sex life took a new turn. The first few days after she was home from the hospital, she was still in a lot of pain, and my concern for her kept me thinking too much about all the sex I was missing out on.Then, it was Saturday afternoon. We had two beds in the bedroom at the time. She was on the smaller of them. She had moved to the smaller bed out of concern for my tossing and turning ways. I am a restless sleeper, and she was worried I might roll over and bump into her hip.I was on the one we usually slept on, we were watching television. She was feeling quite a bit better by then. Almost before I knew it, my hand was down the front of my pants. When I snuck a look in her direction, I saw that she wasn't paying any attention. Just knowing she was there, though, was helping to get me going. Soon, I was nice and hard and very much enjoying myself. Then, my other hand was up under my shirt, tweaking my nipples. Now they were both pretty hard, too, and all I could think about was getting on with the proceedings. I looked over at my wife again, and discovered that now she was watching me."Hey, what are you up to?" she wanted to know, a big smile on her face. "Just having a little fun," I said."Wish I could help," she said.That's ok, sweetie," I said. "It is nice just knowing you are there, and on board with this.""I am definitely that," she said. "But I do have one request.""What's that?" I asked."Take off your clothes," she said.Well, neither of us was getting any younger, but I am a swimmer and pretty well toned, with an eight inch cock. I had been to the pool that morning, in fact, and taken the time in the shower to make sure I was nice and smooth in all the right places."Roger that," I said, and proceeded to take off my shirt, socks, pants and underwear. Now I was lying there completely naked, and she was still fully clothed. I played with myself for a while, looking over at her once now and then to see if she was enjoying the show."Do you like?" I asked. "I do indeed," she said, "but I do have one more request.""What is it?" I asked."I'd like a better view," she said. "Do you think you can move a little toward me?"When I had complied, she said, "Good. Now bend your knee, and move your leg up and out of the way. After I had done this, the shit-eating grin on her face told me what I needed to know: she now had an unobstructed view. "Time to ramp this up a little," I thought.I reached into the nightstand and took out my cock strap and favorite massage oil. Slipping the strap under my balls, I pulled them up to my cock, and snapping the strap over the top of the shaft nice and tight, pushed it down my scrotum as far as it would go. The effect was to make my balls stand up nearly as straight as my cock was."Mmm," I heard from the other bed, "Very nice, darling."Thank you, my dear," I replied. I massaged my balls and continued to pull on my cock, which was growing bigger by the second. My balls were swelling nicely, too. Dragging a fingernail across them produced a sharp intake of breath.Just thinking of her lying there watching while I did this was enough to drive me to the edge. But not over it. I am blessed with excellent control most of the time, and when I am completely in charge of how things are progressing, I really don't have to worry about coming before I am good and ready to.A goodly amount of pre-cum was leaking now. I smeared it all around the head of my dick, put a little on each nipple, and licked my finger. "Very, very nice," my wife said, watching every move I made. I dribbled a little massage oil on my cock, and rubbed it in slowly. A little more, and I worked down the shaft to my balls. When I had them lightly coated, more oil went on the head of my dick, and I repeated the procedure. After doing this a couple of more times, my cock and my balls were glistening. Just the way she liked them best.My wife moaned, and when I looked over, I saw that her hand was down the front of her jeans. I dribbled some more oil on my balls and worked my way downward, until my crack was as slippery as my cock. Then it was a few turns around my anus, and my finger was inside. Another moan came from my wife. I dabbed some oil on each nipple, rubbed it in, put some more on and worked my way out from there until I had massaged my entire chest. I moved back to my nipples, and the sensation was wonderfully intense. My nipples were as hard as my dick, now.I looked over at my wife again: her hand was still in her pants, and I don't think she had taken her eyes off me. I tossed the oil over to her. She took off the cap, stuck her finger in the bottle and inverted it. Then the cap was on the bottle again, and her hand was back down the front of her jeans.I kept playing with myself, pulling my scrotum while I stroked steadily, then moving back to my nipples. Soon my dick was so wet it was slurping with every stroke. My wife's hand was moving up and down steadily inside her pants; she was licking her lips and moaning softly. I was sure that she wanted badly to give her pelvis a few good thrusts, but she was controlling herself."Time to see if I can push her over the edge, I thought, before her urge to thrust becomes irresistible. I shifted my weight onto my right side, got my left hand under my ass, and inserted a finger as far as I could get it. The effect was to thrust my glistening, throbbing cock straight at her, so that what was by then nearly ten inches must have looked like fourteen."Oh my God!" she gasped. "I can't stand it!" Instead of coming, though, she said, "Bring that thing over here!" Without taking my finger out of my ass, I got up and moved toward her. When my cock was just inches a way from her mouth, she reached her tongue toward it. I got my free hand under her head, and gently picked it up until she had my cock in her mouth. I moved a little closer. She was deep throating me now. Moving all the way down to the base of my shaft was probably her favorite thing in the world, next to getting a good blow job herself, maybe.She worked on me for a few minutes with my finger still massaging my prostate and my hips rocking gently toward her, accentuating her mouth action as much as I dared.Then she had pulled her head away and was yelling, "Shit!""What's the matter, darling?" I asked."My hip is starting to spasm," she said. "I'm afraid you are on your own, dearest. But don't go away.""I won't, sweetie," I said, and, turning to give her a three quarter view, proceeded to finish myself off, with my finger still up my ass. When I came, I shot huge globs of come all over the floor."That looked fantastic, darling," she said. I just wish I had all that wonderful spunk of yours down my throat.""Soon, my dear. Soon," I said. I offered to help finish her off, but the spasm had broken the spell for her. I promised to make it up to her. And the next morning, I did.