Present, part 2…

While I gave my wife a few moments to recover, I picked out a couple of other toys, neither she had used before.  One was a set of anal trainer beads, while the other was a substantially larger dildo that I was previously using.  After prepping both toys, I used what was remaining on my hands to massage her ass.

“You said you weren’t going there!” she said apprehensively.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck your ass while you were tied up. I never said I wouldn’t go there,” as I slowly inserted the strings of beads, one by one.

Before she had much time to process the strange presence in her anus, I pressed the dildo up against her clit and slid in down into her dripping pussy. She gasped as I pushed the head in, and then pushed the shaft in slowly. While there was enjoyment, it was obvious that this was a bit too much for her. So it was time for me to take my first shot at this opportunity. Lifting her legs up to my shoulders, I finally plunged into her.  It was different than usual, having been stretched a bit by the dildo.  It wasn’t terribly long before both of us were reaching orgasm.  After thinking about things for so long, it was nice to put flesh to flesh and take advantage of what I needed.  But this was her present.  We weren’t done yet…

We used to enjoy massage and oils, before kids, but that would have been predictable. At the local shop they carry massage candles, low-temp candles made with solidified oil instead of wax. I had let her smell the candle earlier, but she had no idea it was for something else. After a quick temperature test on my inner arm, I sat down beside her. I proceeded to quickly run a line of oil from her navel up between her breasts. A quick gasp from the warmth and a smile as I began to spread the warm oil across her breasts.  I alternated between dripping oil and massaging her body, head to toe, experimenting with how the oil reacted from the height of the candle. 

“Roll over,” I said, helping her navigate the move as she was still tied to the bed. Positioning her, I proceeded to enter her from behind, which she particularly likes.  Relaxed as I was it was relatively easy to maintain myself, allowing more focus to be spent on pleasuring her.  Alas, after a time, my sport-worn knees could no longer maintain the position, despite how much we were both enjoying it.  At this point, I leaned in over her and undid the ropes from her wrists, allowing us both to roll on to our sides.

“Did you come?” she asked.

“No,” I replied.

“I can fix that,” she smiled.

She began to pleasure me orally, which was quite enjoyable, but she’s been fighting a sinus infection, and was having a little trouble. That’s when she surprised me. She pushed me back on to the bed and climbed on top of me. Not that she’s never been on top, but it’s not usually her idea. But there she was, and she was working me over with an energy that I cannot recall ever seeing (or experiencing). While she had planned on pleasing me, she was not wasting the opportunity to get a little bit more out of it for herself. I began trying to put it off, enjoying watching and feeling her take from me instead of waiting for me to bring it. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer and gave her what she wanted, filling her up for the last time that evening.

Somebody once said that the joy of giving is better than receiving. I like to think that there was great joy here in the giving and in the receiving, from both parties.

Happy birthday…