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Relations

By: that_aussie_guy



My girlfriend Sam's sister Lauren had only been back a few days and already, they were at each other's throats. Again, for the third time today.

We had invited Lauren to stay a few weeks since she moved back to Australia, to give her a while to find her feet, not find each other's throats.

I thought I was doing the mature thing by offering her a place - but Sam and her just got off on the wrong foot - immediately.

The first time it was about her sister using the shampoo, now it was about Lauren blaring music Sam didn't like. 

The two exploded again for a third time just now. Over what? I don't know, I stayed out of it. But I pulled Sam aside and told her to march in and apologize, be the stronger person, to keep the peace.

That was 20 minutes ago - perhaps they were having a heart to heart, maybe they needed a coffee - So I stepped right in...

Lauren was on her knees, bending over Sam, These light green panties riding up her ass.

Sam was topless, with her only her white loose bottom Pjs on and had her eyes closed, swaying her hips into the direction of Lauren's face.

A wave of emotions hit me all at once, crashing down a mixture of feelings - fear, confusion. Arousal.

Lauren turned around as I stepped in, studied me a second and then a grin spread across her face. It was an adorable smile.

Her long auburn hair swished as she raised herself on her knees and I studied her myself a second.

Her skin was pale and freckles covered her arms and back.

Her breasts were large and full. They heaved as she breathed in.

Her areola was a very light pinkish color and her nipples were hard. 

She was a curvy women and that was a factor that attracted me about her.

Her eyes were a beautiful ice blue and her lips were full and luscious.

My girlfriend Sam had the same pale, freckled skin, blue eyes and full lips but not the same hair - hers was lighter - a dirty blonde, if you will.

Sam's breasts were also much smaller than Lauren's, with smaller nipples with a lighter pinkish color.

Lauren tugged at Sam's Pjs and pulled them off, revealing her beautiful, bare sex - which came at a surprise.

She had always trimmed but never went fully bare, until now, so why had she decided to do so now?

Lauren faced Sam now and pulled down her light green panties, revealing her well rounded and firm looking white ass.

"You are going to watch me fuck this boyfriend of yours" Lauren said loudly, her hands on her hips facing Sam.

Sam nodded and her hand began to wander down to her sex, lightly stroking her clit.

Lauren now faced me, pulling down my pants and helping me to toss them aside.

When I was naked, she bent over Sam once more and I knelt behind her.

Her sex was soaking, so much so that I could see it was dripping down to her ass.

I grabbed her ass, to which she moaned, and then I slide right into her.

It was incredible feeling how wet she was around my cock.

Lauren herself let out a delightful squeal, and bent over Sam, her breasts skimming across her stomach.

Sam moaned softly, grinding her hips upwards into Lauren's face for her to savor.

Lauren instead rose in front of me so that her back was right up against my stomach.

She turned her head to meet my lips and we embraced in a kiss, her forceful tongue prying open my lips to dance inside.

Sam let out a frustrated cry then, and Lauren turned to gaze upon her with a grin, all the while I was thrusting my cock into her.

"Oh fuck" Lauren let out, stretching out the word Fuck into a delicious moan.

Sam was opening her legs further, her sex glistening in the sunlight, revealing to Lauren and I just how worked up the sight of us fucking got her.

I could smell her intoxicating, sweet aroma.

Sam caught my gaze now, her cheeks flushed bright red.

As I thrust into Laura, she bent down to Sam's sex, her hair falling forward.

Sam let out a cry in anticipation.

She was rocking her hips into Lauren's face, gripping her enlarged nipple tightly between her thumb and finger and pinching slightly.

Lauren lay out across Sam now, kissing her way up her thighs and across her stomach.

She moved away from me now, lying completely over Sam so that their breasts met and rubbed together.

Their lips brushed against each other lightly and at once, Sam hungrily met Lauren's open mouth, moaning softly.

By this time, I was close to shooting my load and the sight of Lauren kissing her way down Sam - my girlfriend - her sister's - body wasn't helping the matter at all.

It was absolutely delicious to see Sam writhe in pleasure at the touch of Lauren's kisses.

She threw her head and let out a soft cry, gripping the bedposts and grinding her pelvis into the air.

Lauren lowered her head now, and I watched as she started to softly kiss the inside of Sam's thighs.

"Oh fuck. Please, fucking please - I beg you"

It was startling for a moment; to hear such a string of curse words fly from Sam's mouth, as she rarely swore in her life.

Lauren then burrowed her face right between Sam's legs, her adorable ass now hovering just inches from my face.

Sam let out a shrill moan and pulled Lauren's face into her further, as Lauren's hands wandered up Sam's chest and began to tweak her large, hardened nipple.

I kneeled before Lauren now, my cock completely hard and lightly touching her bare cheek.

While Lauren parted Sam's beautiful slit and began to run her tongue down the length of it, I slid my cock deep into Lauren's sex.

Lauren stiffened a moment, her cries muffled by Sam's thigh, and then she continued to please Sam.

I pumped my cock into her, my balls smacking against her soaked ass and Lauren moved back into me, moaning softly, uttering something unintelligible under her breath.

Lauren's breasts were smacking against Sam's ass themselves, as she fed hungrily on Sam's sex.

While I was fucking Lauren, I ran my hands down her soaking sex to her little hardened clit, and gave it a hard rub.

Lauren responded to this with a large jerk and a loud cry, and she gripped each of Sam's legs to steady her as she rose to her knees and backed further into my cock.

She turned her head to the side, her mouth open in pleasurable bliss.

I looked to see that her three fingers were filling Sam up to their knuckles, with her thumb resting on her clit, rubbing it vigorously.

Sam was letting out these loud, primal grunts, stopping every so often to gulp up air before letting out a blissful sigh and beginning to grunt again.

Lauren was grunting along with her, still muttering something unintelligible as she pushed her ass back into me.

I felt my orgasm rising and I pumped my cock in as hard as I could go, knocking Lauren forward and sending her toppling over Sam.

Lauren then spun around so that now she faced me, her ass now hovering over Sam.

The look on Lauren's face was a turn on in itself - a sort of delicious, lustful daze.

She gripped my cock in her hand, running her fingers up the length of my shaft and back down to my balls.

I could see Sam softly kissing just below Lauren's ass, letting her tongue lightly touch her skin.

"Ooh, tongue fuck my ass you little bitch"

In my own lustful daze, the words stunned me further, as she swore at her own sister harshly, but Sam moaned at her words, and Lauren met that moan with her own grunt, as Sam plunged her face into Lauren's ass.

Without warning, Lauren took my cock in her mouth and worked her tongue around my shaft. Fuck me, it felt heavenly.

I can't begin to say what those two up to at that point, as her gorgeous, full lips worked up and down on my cock and here I am, feeling delirious.

It didn't take long for me to shoot my load and Lauren pulled away from my cock now, pushing me backwards and turning to Sam where she spat on her stomach.

Sam just moaned at the sensation.

The two women began to kiss passionately then, as I sat back and watched them.

Lauren resumed her position of hovering her ass in front of Sam, while descending Sam's own sex, and the two of them let out shrill moans at once.

I could see Lauren spread apart Sam's beautiful sex and run her tongue down back and up, while she had three fingers pumping inside of her.

Sam was cursing herself now, repeating "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuck you"

The cursing sped up, and Lauren started to lick, suck and nibble around her sex faster as her fingers pumped Sam, making delicious noises - god, she was dripping.

"Oh go, faster! Harder"

I could see Sam had gripped Lauren's ass now, no longer able to properly concentrate on her actions as she was nearing her climax.

All she could do was moan "Harder, keep going, I love that."

Lauren was furiously pumping three fingers to my Sam now, as her thumb was circling her clit hard.

Sam started crying out, grunting in an animalistic, primal manner.

Her legs buckled, her pelvis started to twitch, her ass lifted off the floor -- and then a long stream of clear fluid shot out across the bed.

Lauren looked as surprised as I, but Sam was telling - no, begging - her to keep going.

"Oh my fucking...god, please just keep...going"

She didn't have to tell Lauren twice, and Lauren resumed her frantic finger pumping once more.

Sam started to cry out again, once more knuckling her knees -- her whole body was shaking.

Another stream of clear fluid came out in a short burst...then another short burst, and then with one loud grunt, another stream shot out across her thighs, Lauren's face and once more, across the bed.

Sam rested back her head, heavily panting.

Lauren rose to her knees, that lustful daze still on her face.

Sam muttered something to her and smiled, and Lauren smiled back, reaching to her mouth and softly kissing her before rising back on her knees again.

Lauren was gripping her right breast, rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger, pinching it hard, as she was working her clit furiously, while Sam watched her from below.

It only took seconds before she was rocking her knees and starting to shake, reaching her climax.

She tilted her head back and let out one, loud, final grunt that lasted a moment, before slumping back on the bed before Sam.

I crawled up between the two and warmly welcomed their hugs and kisses and together, we lay there, basking in the light seeping through the windows from the warm summer sun.

Relationship



She has been naughty.

The details of her misbehavior still discomfit me and I will not share them here.

Suffice it to say her transgression covered both disobedience and disrespect.

I could forgive either, with sufficient recompense, but not the combination.

She must be punished.

She knows this and she trembles now, kneeling over our bed.

She is a pretty thing, her blond hair shaking over her shoulders, the gray office jacket fitting her feminine form perfectly, emphasizing the soft curves of her bottom from the rear.

Oh yes, the matching skirt lays folded carefully over its' hanger in her closet, where I watched her place it at my direction.

I cut the slip off of her and threw it somewhere.

It was her favorite.

The very, very expensive heels are still on her feet, just as I ordered.

I gave her that gift in recompense for a special pleasure she provided me for my birthday. Her oral skills are superb and she pleased me just as instructed.

Repeatedly.

Now, however, it is time for negative reinforcement.

I stand behind her in my best heels and a pair of silken stockings I purchased for this occasion, only. They will be discarded when this night is finished.

I wear nothing else. 

I let her gaze fall over me at length as she undressed. She notes my expression, my resolve. Her eyes drop to my breasts and linger, remembering the pleasure she has taken there.

Not tonight.

She moves to kneel, to kiss my pussy but I stop her with my left hand and turn her toward the bed. 

She knows better than to think I will let her trade sexual favors by way of apology.

I am nude that she is reminded of the pleasure she takes in me and by reference, that I take in her.

Our sexes are bare in honor of the seriousness of the occasion. Hers is shaven to show that all of her belongs to me.

I did this thing to her earlier tonight.

She let me.

Mine is full grown, a badge of authority to which she submits.

This session will be difficult for both of us, but it is meant to bind us, not separate us.

It will hurt her more than me.

I tap the switch in my hand and her twitching increases in frequency and magnitude.

"Arch your back that your bottom presents itself for punishment."

She complies, that beautiful ass shining in the candlelight, straining to please me. I resist the urge to caress her, to circle her cheeks, find the center...

I switch her a mild touch and she cries in pain.

"I am not angry at what you did..."

"I'm so sorry, please, forgive me, please don't hit me more," her fear and hurt quite real, now.

She is past humiliation.

"Don't interrupt me again!"

She whimpers in response. Good.

"I am angry that you left me only this response to your misbehavior."

Another whimper, but she nods her assent.

I'm glad I can't see her face.

She arches her bottom upward, again. 

I could almost forgive her, now, but this must be finished, first.

I strike her thrice more. I'm careful to make red marks, no more.

Each time she presents her bottom to me, again.

She's crying, but in control. I am in control, as well.

She'll sit carefully for a bit, but there will be no permanent marks.

"You are to attend me as my servant girl until I release you. Respond 'Yes, ma'am'".

"Yes, ma'am."

"You may rise, turn, and look at my feet."

She gets up, gingerly, stands straight and turns, careful of her posture. Her face remains bowed. She places her hands behind her in submission.

"Now look at my eyes, dammit!"

She looks up and we both burst into tears. I hold my arms out and she falls into them and we hold each other.

My lips find her neck, which I nip, hard. Then, I kiss her cheeks, and finally her lips.

The kiss goes on a bit until I break away. She bows her head, again.

She starts to speak and I touch her lips with my forefinger.

"We will not speak of this thing."

She nods her intent to comply.

"Now, go get the ointment and let me dress your bottom. After, you may begin your service."

She looks up at me, questioning.

"Make my breakfast in the morning and your service is over. For now."

She smiles and I have to stop her speaking again.

"Until then, I want your lips on every...square...inch...of me. All...night...long."

"I'll have to be on top."

"That was my plan."



Relationship Evolution



It wasn't that many years ago that the puritanical definition of sex was so elemental as to be simply courtship. Kissing was a sexual act in and of itself. As tendencies returned to a slightly more monogamous series of relationships along came a re-definition of sex. It now came to mean vaginal intercourse, exclusively. This arose from a single individual as an entire society became 'Clinton-ised' regarding sex. This public acknowledgement that sex is exclusively intercourse allowed women to be free, but within limitations, case in point, Corey.

Corey is a tall, slim attractive young man with a healthy libido and he dated frequently in high school when, in his senior year he latched onto an equally attractive woman, a year younger than he. As with all relationships it progressed through the flirtation stage to hanging out and on to Corey and Nancy going steady, the ageless routine of courtship. Corey went off to college and the next spring, after returning home he celebrated her eighteenth birthday and graduation on the same weekend. 

Corey's sexual experiences were within normal developmental parameters, perhaps even a bit more advanced for he had managed to get laid once during his junior year but not to a girl he had any strong emotional attachments and he broke that off right after getting some. But, Corey holds a deep abiding respect for women, is more sensitive than most guys his age and would never force himself on a girl, instead using persistence and tenacity to wear down resistance to his advances. 

Nancy is a naturally sexual being which creates confusion within her. She knows she likes sex, the physical contact with a man, the loving caresses and intimacy is totally rewarding for her. She also, thoroughly enjoys having an orgasm and hers are intense. She reaches new heights of physical awareness at the moment of climax and has been an artistic masturbator since she was twelve. Actually it was even before that when she would sit on various objects, rock back and forth, not understanding the sensation but knowingly pursuing the enjoyment it provided. On more than one occasion she was reprimanded by her mother about her public display, being told to 'take it to your room'. This, of course, reinforced that it was indeed permissible to pursue such enjoyment however it was a secretive endeavor and henceforth she did practice it whenever in private, although not exclusively in her room. 

By the time she and Corey had been dating a year and she was getting ready for her turn at college, she was more than proficient at attaining an orgasm and even went as far as to time her various exploits to see which method worked best. Nancy was intelligent and nearly clinical in her approach to self fulfillment, although it would never replace the feelings she had when she was with a guy. Early in her relationship with Corey, these two intelligent individuals discussed sex. The talk was, of course, initiated by Nancy and she quizzed Corey as to his expectations and needs and in his usual, non-threatening manner, he conceded that he wanted only as much as she wanted and was willing to accept any reasonable limitations placed on their contact as she would require. It was decided that they would proceed cautiously but would always stop before intercourse. This was a very rigid line of demarcation which Corey would respect, perhaps too much.

Even though they had been dating over a year they spent months kissing and groping Corey would investigate her wonderfully smooth soft and supple mounds of skin and tissue and Nancy would nearly cum from his manipulations. After those dates they would both go home and soak their respective sheets with intense self gratification. 

Corey stayed the gentleman; grabbing and massaging her breasts but she wanted more although she didn't want to appear to be too wanton. Finally, after celebrating her eighteenth birthday during a nice dinner at a decent restaurant, Nancy suggested that they head to her house as her parents were out late. It wasn't unusual that they spent time at Nancy's house; however, this would be the first for true 'alone' time. They entered and repaired to the living room, flicked on the television and curled up in the tight little corner of the couch. The blue light flickered from the television across the dark room and Nancy ripped off her top and bra without introduction. Previously Corey always had to work around a bunched up batch of clothing wedged under her arms and pushed up to her chin. The additional freedom of access was inviting and very welcome. Nancy loved the way his mouth worked on her hard nipples, gentle as always yet, in this environment more aggressive, more insistent. Nancy achieved a first this night and had an orgasm through his manipulation of her tits. It wasn't a mind boggling, earth shaking orgasm but it was clearly a climax. 

At first he thought he had done something wrong in the way she shuttered then she firmly drew him up for a tight embrace. When she did his stiff member lodged firmly in the crevice of her folds and they dry humped for a couple of minutes as she attempted to get him to hit just the right spot but the constriction of clothing created too much of a barrier so she gently pushed him off and he laid back as she became the dominate one for the first time. 

She slid her hands up and down his chest and stomach and hips and thighs, right down to his knees then traversed the same territory in the opposite direction. She repeated this several times and as she did so her hands stayed closer to the midline of his body on each pass until they finally brushed against his manhood. He started, she had never touched him before but it felt like and looked like she might actually go where her hands had never gone before. 

Sure enough, after a dozen passes of soothing gently massage she finally landed directly on his hard dick and stopped, fingering the layers of cloth, gently outlining the extent of his erection, softly cupping his sack, not really being able to feel anything of substance, only denim and metallic zippers and cotton underwear. Corey closed his eyes as he envisioned her doing all sorts of other things to him as she continued to investigate when he realized she was unbuckling his belt, he felt the button popping and heard the soft release of the zipper as the constriction on his cock was relieved. 

Nancy worked out the tip of his dick, noticing the slight bluing and the veins around the head. She wasn't trying to be clinical but this was the first time she ever inspected a fully erect man and she wanted to omit no detail which she could later use while diddling herself, alone in her room. She stretched the band of his briefs to their limit, exposing only half of his hardness. 

Corey was afraid to move, afraid she would take the slightest motion as a caution sign and stop what she was doing and he didn't want to take the chance. However, finally she was insistent enough that he raised his hips and so she could lower his pants and he could finally get the full attention he needed. Her movement was tentative to say the least but a firm and consistent downward pressure on his shorts was enough to convey the message that she finally wanted his pants off. They only got to his knees. 

Nancy was topless, her smooth white skin glimmered in the dim light of the television and her brown hair cascaded down, just off her shoulders. She knelt between his legs, one of which was off the couch and on the floor. He couldn't get much spacing because of the constriction of the jeans but it was enough. She was head high to his crotch and gently grasped his firm member, feeling the contrast of hardness and the incredible soft outer skin. Her face was inches from his tip and she used both hands, stroking inexpertly, rubbing her thumbs along the soft underside without clasping it. Her left hand reached down and lifted his sack, measuring the weight of its contents, separating the two globes within, moving them around. It wasn't what she was expecting at all. 

Corey was going crazy with desire and need. She wanted to do it he knew, but he realized she didn't have the knowledge of how to. He reached his hand down and took a gentle grasp of her right hand, slowly he manipulated her fingers until they surrounded him completely then he applied some additional pressure to reinforce that she needed to take things firmly in hand. She was a quick learner. She finally had a grasp and moved painfully slowly, too slowly to do any good before he, once again, became the instructor and quickened her pace. Two minutes later she was well conversant in the manly art. 

Nancy curiously watched as he led her in the ritual she had already decided she was going to perform. It sure as hell took him long enough to realize she needed some instruction. But once coached she swiftly became proficient. Her left hand continued to massage his balls while her right did all the work. To her amazement his dick grew even longer and harder as a smile crossed her face wondering if that thing would really fit inside her when time came. But, speaking of cumming she saw the tip of his cock turn even bluer, the light coating of fluid which had previously oozed from the little hole was now a significant covering and she wondered if he had actually cum. It glistened in the pale light and she stroked steadily. 

It was just a couple of minutes before she realized his hips were moving in opposition to her stroking. The action forced her hand hard against the base of his dick, stretching the outer skin until it looked like it would tear. She glanced up and saw his eyes were closed, a slight grimace spread across his face but he looked like he was enjoying it.

Corey reached down and took a small handful of hair, twisting and twiddling it around, enjoying the softness and her touch. He gently put his hand on the back of her head, exerting a gentle downward force, trying to guide her face even closer. 

Nancy felt him caress her hair then she felt him gently push down on her head and she started to comply then realized what he had in mind but it was not what she had in mind so she resisted and instantly his efforts to guide her stopped. She smiled, realizing that he would not do something she didn't want to do and he respected her. That made this worth the effort and her tiring hand and arm found renewed strength. She saw him suddenly stop his hip movement at the height of a stroke and wondered if she should stop but decided she wouldn't. It was a good thing too, for after several more strokes she was rewarded as copious amounts of white gooey stuff shot from the tip and landed on his clean white tee shirt. She grabbed the shirt and pushed it up, exposing his smooth and hairless stomach when another load spurt from his dick and landed at his navel. 

Nancy was amazed at the amount of ejaculate he produced, four or five big shots, each landing successively closer to her hand until the final one oozed out and coated her fingers. Her pumping slowed a bit and she felt him grow softer almost instantly. She continued to pump until he reached down and rested his hand on her wrist signaling he was done. She stared at the stuff, inhaling the masculine aroma, the unusual smell which she was sure she would never forget. There was a glob on the tip which seemed to be glued there and she leaned over and licked it off his dick. It was a salty, sweet taste and she instantly decided it was a flavor she liked. 

They were in the period of "what do we do next" when the question was answered as the sound of the garage door opener hummed to life, announcing that her parents were home. "Shit," she said aloud as she scurried to find her bra and top, settling for just the top, hoping the bra was well hidden somewhere. Corey was zipping and straightening when the older folks walked in the door and flipped on the light. They looked over and saw the kids on the sofa, watching a re-run of 'Bill O'Reilly', each casually at opposite ends of the sofa, her leg lying on his and he was giving her a foot rub. 

Nancy's mother surveyed the scene and a smile crossed her face. There were a couple of really good kids, rather than being out drinking or drugging like she knew their friends were, here they were watching some intellectually stimulating political show and he was giving her a foot rub. "If only I had found a man like that," she thought to herself.

After asking about their evening and congratulating Nancy on her birthday and she turned to him and added, "Corey dear, I think you spilled something on your tee shirt," pointing to the blob on the middle of the white expanse of cotton. He and Nancy glanced at the spot, immediately knew what it was and she turned so many shades of red she could have been a buoy on the ocean. The adults excused themselves and headed to the opposite side of the house and their bedroom. 

Nancy was mortified but Corey thought it was funny and eventually got her to see the lighter side. After all, her mother might have come over and tried to clean it off, she was that type of person. He said goodnight, slipped out the door and headed home, for once relieved before climbing into bed. His chest and stomach crusty with spilled seed.

Nancy found her bra stuck to the cushion on the back of the sofa, realizing that her mother could clearly see it from where she stood, curious as to what her mother might be thinking. She was surprised that there wasn't a confrontation right there and then. There was a strict family rule about having boys in the house when the parents were not home and this was her first violation. It could have gone nasty quickly but she believed her folks liked Corey and might overlook this transgression. Perhaps.

Nancy went to bed and smelled her fingers, noticing the after aroma of Corey on them as she gave them a little taste. Next time she would take it all she decided and maybe Corey would return the favor. She stripped totally this evening, not putting on the usual long tee shirt feeling languorously naughty spending more time than usual on her tits, tweaking and pinching and trying to mimic the feelings she had when Corey was using them. She decided it was better when he did it and continued down to stroke her own pleasure area believing she had set a record in getting off this evening. She slept a wonderful and contented sleep.

Corey traveled up to the college for a new tour of the dorm rooms and to register for next semesters' classes. He had one more week before he would move his worldly possessions, or those that would fit, into the cramped space he would share with another stranger. He and Nancy had enjoyed no alone time since the big night and he was hoping for a repeat of the event. Each barrier crossed was one less to conquer the next time as he continued to pursue his mission of getting fucked, the mission of all guys. His parents had an out of town fund raising dinner tomorrow and he would be home in time to take advantage of their absence. 

It was presumed between them that they would grab some food and hit his house as soon as the opportunity presented itself. His parents left before noon and the two of them spent the afternoon at the beach, romping nearly naked, along with all their friends, dashing into the surf then back to the sand for some sun. Nancy and Corey left the gathering early, claiming they wanted some dinner, and headed to 'T-Bell' for tacos and burritos which they couldn't wolf down fast enough. 

Knowing there would be no interruption he thought they should use his bedroom but was hesitant to make such a suggestion. Fortunately, Nancy wasn't so shy and headed directly for his abode once they made it into the house. Her top and shorts were on the floor before he closed the door, her skimpy bathing suit hiding just enough to be arousing. She turned around and grasped his tee shirt at the base and literally flung it off over his head and tossed it on the pile of clothes which seemed to permanently occupy the floor. She grabbed the waist band of his suit, her fingers slithering inside against his skin, the fingertips wavering in the curly scrub of hair hidden behind the fabric and she dragged him towards the bed. She hit the edge of the mattress and flopped back, he flopped on top of her. They dry humped for only a few minutes before he grabbed a tit, working on it over the bikini top. She had no patience for this and pulled the top over her head without prelude then went to work, finding the string of his bathing suit, fumbling with the knot, trying to push them down without untying. Somehow they managed to get the shorts off and it exposed his rock hard member once again. This time the light was on and she was getting a much clearer view of his dick and liking what she saw. 

Nancy had decided tonight was going to be about her, and of course Corey too, but she wanted to get off totally this evening and had been waiting a long time while for this opportunity. She slipped off the bed and waved her tits at him as he lay back. Her thumbs slipped into the elastic waist of her bottoms and she drew them down, showing off for her man. He could not contain his smile as she slowly exposed the top of her tuft of hair, then more of the curls, finally the beginnings of her slit as she pried off the tight fitting nylon material.

For the first time she stood in front of Corey totally naked and he relished the sight. The inside of her thighs were waxed, he knew that from seeing her in her skimpy bikini bottoms but he was unprepared to see that she was mostly shaved, except for a gathering of hair at the top of her slit, smooth and glistening and very wet. It wasn't from the sea water they had been swimming in, he was sure of that. She grabbed his hand and led him out the door and to the bathroom in the hall. He said nothing as she ran the water, checked it for temperature and led in him inside. 

Nancy soaped his hairless chest, gently massaging the muscles, both front and back. She washed his cock and balls gently and knelt down to do his legs, face level with his dick, which still hadn't moved from full attention. She liked the way it stood, tall and proud and straight and on her way up from washing his feet she stopped and slipped it into her mouth and held it there. Her tongue manipulated slowly around in her mouth, coating his hardness, before slipping off and she allowed it to gently pop out as she ran her nose slowly up his torso to face him once again. 

She handed him the soap, silently indicating it was his turn, and turned her back to him. He soaped her shoulders, under her hair, down her arms and along her back. He tried to mimic her soothing motions but felt clumsy and inept, but he tried all the same. When he got to her ass he went around the globes, stopping for a moment to feel the weight of each side, studiously avoiding the center. He bent to do her legs as well, crouched at the level of her ass and he could see the folds of her pussy just on the other side. His back was close to the shower wall and there was little room for maneuvering. As he soaped her ankles she leaned back, her butt right at his face and his head almost against the wall. Nancy went up on tip toes, quickly spreading her legs apart, arching her back so that her ass pointed directly at Corey's face. He tried to stand but there was no room, he tried to retreat but his head was against the wall. He was trapped. 

Nancy was hoping Corey would get the message and spend a few minutes with her butt. She really enjoyed the feel of hands and fingers on the roundness of her posterior. He wasn't getting the message. Perhaps she'd have to encourage him and she leaned back, knowing she was trapping him in place, hoping he would do something, almost anything.

The soap left Corey's hands, lying on the shower floor and he slid his fingers up the length of her legs on the inside. When he got to the normal termination place, the place he always stopped before he decided to continue on and slid his hand until it rested against her mound. She writhed at the touch. He inserted his thumb into the slit and the moisture there was totally different than the water cascading down around them. His thumb found the opening it longed for and slowly slid in, she raised and repositioned her hips to more readily accept his offering. A finger found her clit and he gently played with the nub while he thumbed her pussy. She responded like a woman possessed. 




Relationship Evolution



The night was to be a night unlike any others that have been in my realm of consciousness till then. However after 15 years of marriage my wife Julie and I had finally decided to go to a sex club. 

Julie and I were happy and by most accounts had a great marriage and overall situation in life. We did fairly well in the sheets although Julie had come along more slowly in her sexual evolution than I, but we had talked and fantasized to the point that we were both ready to take this next step as a couple. 

Needless to say the week that preceded our special night had passed slowly almost achingly slow as we had abstained from sex. This was agreed upon so as to heighten our desires and give this new experience the most objective experience possible. 

By the time Friday evening rolled around my body was nearly burning with anticipation and my dick was ready to grab the keys and drive the car. I asked Julie if she felt the same and she stated that she was nervous but was horny enough to fuck a fruit. 

This statement was comforting to me as I really wanted her to have a spectacular experience.

We drove to the club that was only a short distance from our house which was fortunate because we didn't have time for some car sex which would have been possible in our heightened state of sensuality. When I shut the car off, we looked at each other and steeled ourselves one final time. I said to Julie "Whatever happens, I will always love you." She reciprocated and we walked to the door.

Upon entering we found the club to be like we had imagined. It was kind of like a clubhouse, somewhat less commercial than a bar, but it was overall bar like and quite acceptable. There were about 40 people mingling about and we soon had drinks and were starting to feel a little bit easy. The dance floor began to fill and the music was sounding good, I was giving Julie's sweet spot some friendly rubs and giving her a couple of kisses which were starting to get a bit longer after a half hour or so, this was because of the dance floor.

While we were having a couple of opening night drinks the floor was heating up as we started to see more ass and tits begin to be exposed and then kissed. I was the first to spot a large sectional near the corner where there were two women sitting next to each other topless while they sucked on two that were standing in front of them. I nudged Julie and we both tuned in, it was only a moment before Julie said "Let's go take a look".

At that we were over behind the couch and standing right behind the women. We had never seen anything like this, and I was rubbing Julie' ass over her pants. The women were really sucking and then they started to fondle each other tits as the men began to fuck their mouths. I of course knew that Julie was horny but when I realized that her hand had now gone over the couch and was touching a cock I almost jumped to the ceiling. 

As she leaned over more now and the guy pulled his dick out of Suzan's mouth (found out her name later) so that Julie could get a good hold. Then Suzan started rubbing Julie's breasts, I had never known her to be bi but after she quickly pulled her shirt and bra off I knew that I had learned something new that evening. This was to be the first lesson of the night. 

After a minute of this fondling by which time I had Julie's pants off and was rubbing her pussy and just about to give her a good backside cunnilingus Steve (name later) suggested that we go to a room that had two king size mattresses. I did not know what would happen in this room but I was so horny and that 5 inch steel doors would have been no match in keeping me out. Once we were in there, we all quickly exited our clothes that were already half off to begin with, then Julie and I were on our knees facing each other and began to kiss quite passionately.

As we did we spread our knees apart as we felt a body nudge its way between our legs. I felt Julie's lips tremble and realized that her pussy was now being attended to as we kissed. Then I felt a wet tongue on my balls and I was completely excited. I couldn't believe the eroticism that was enveloping us when we broke our kiss and looked over each others shoulders. That is when things went full out sexual. I looked down and saw Suzan sucking a dick, a dick that was on its back. Oh shit that means that it is a guy who is sucking my balls and eating Julie's pussy. As this stunning realization registered in my brain I pulled back to face Julie and found my self dodging a dick that Julie was sliding in and out of her mouth.

I decided that I was ready to move on and stood up; I notice that the other gal was rubbing her pussy and looking for a way in the tangled bodies but before I got away Julie grabbed my dick. Then it was me and another guy side by side as Julie bunched our cocks in two hands and tried to simultaneously suck them as Steve was being soaked by her sopping pussy as she came on his face.

As she subsided I decided that I had smelled enough wet pussy and needed taste some. I went to Veronica as I later found her name to be and fed my dick into her willing mouth as she sat and circled her pussy with her hand. We then seamlessly found our way into 69, which is the way I love to eat pussy best. I would have shot in her mouth but my rock hard dick was to be delayed a while for as I ate and well feasted on her delicious pussy, a glistening cock came into view. Oh man is he going to put that in her, and sure enough that was the plan. Even though I had never been close to a dick other than mine during limit pushing masturbation, I found myself spreading her ass cheeks open so that she could get the cock that I knew she craved. 

I was totally out of my mind in sexual desire by this point and was trying to lick her clit as that shaft went in and out. There was no way to do it with out balls on my forehead which I decided to go with because in addition to Veronica sucking my dick so mightily, I now felt a tongue and fingers wetting my asshole. This was stimulation to the max and unknown to my consciousness I was now licking balls and reaching for an ass to insert my finger. I was back to Veronica clit as she came and I felt and saw her pussy twitch as that dick delivered its pleasure. Then the dick pulled out and shot jizz all aver the out side of her well shaved pie and smooth ass. It was quite a lot which may have had been added to by the finger that I had lodged in the ass of its master. Some of it dripped onto to my face which I wiped off and rubbed on Veronica' asshole since I was finally shooting my love load to back of her throat. 

All of this took a second to recover from but not so long given this extraordinarily lustful action that was now engaged. I was to my feet and saw that Julie was now having an orgasm on her back as a dick was being driven into her and a pussy was grinding on her face. As the cumshot was unloaded on her stomach and was quickly tongued up by Suzan I was already nearly hard.

I thought that Julie may be spent but she engaged me in a kiss and then rolled to her hands and knees and expressed her desire to have me fuck her gorgeous butt. I was more than ready and had my face on her anus in a second as I prepared her ass the men had their two dicks in her face and were getting a double blow. 

Veronica and Suzan were rubbing their bodies and boobs all over her as I pushed my cock into her tight yet very welcoming ass. I stroked it well and she came just as one of her dickcilcles covered her face in cum. 

After seeing that I pulled out a minute later to empty my balls on her back which was successful at first but my dick was quickly engulfed in Veronicas mouth as she finished her second drink of the night. We all lay spent for a few minutes stroking and petting and giving each other some cool down as we licked and petted each other.

After that it was time to go, for Julie and I were completely tired and still had a lot to talk about; which we did as we fucked for a long while in our bed at home that night.



Relationship Evolution



The temperature of the water began to chill, changing the whole idea of staying in the shower to one of escape. To encourage their departure for more comfortable surroundings she reached over and turned off the warm side first. The blast of cold water caused her to squeal and shut it off all together. Like the gentleman he was, he grabbed a towel and dried her back and legs until she turned around to face him and he continued to dry her fully. She reciprocated, spending more time on his member than was necessary; however it returned the little guy to his full and upright position once again.

They dashed to the bedroom and flopped on the bed, she on top, dangling her breasts over his mouth and he wasted no time in putting them to good use. She broke off the encounter before he was ready and crawled up higher on the bed, legs astride his torso, her wet pussy leaving little damp spots along the way where ever it contacted smooth skin. She slipped her knees, one at a time, over his shoulders and sat fully on his chest, her love nest a mere fraction from his mouth. Nancy had early decided she would have to be the aggressor if she was going to get any satisfaction from this man, at least her kind of satisfaction.

Her hands were on the wall behind the bed, her body slightly raised as she squirmed forward, slowly, positioning her dripping sex directly over his mouth. Finally, he decided he should go for it and licked out, tentatively, to taste her for the first time. It was warm, very wet and spicy. He liked the flavor and she liked what he was doing. He muddled through, haphazardly and only occasionally hitting the right spots when she took control, Nancy reached down and seized Corey's head in both hands, guiding his face as if it were a steering wheel for some pleasure machine, until his tongue found her clit. She dove on it, holding him in place as he lapped obediently until she could no longer control herself and came in a torrent, drenching his face with her juices, quivering and shaking. 

Corey had never experienced a woman who had such an intense orgasm. This time he knew for sure that was what it had been. His face was sticky with her cum, he never realized a woman could expend so much liquid without peeing. It was all over but he stayed with it until she backed off, her nerves over sensitized at the event. 

Nancy slid back, retreating down his body, the course she followed to get there in the first place. When she was positioned over his stomach, making sure not to slide down onto his cock, she bent double and delivered an impassioned kiss through all the wetness of her. She sniffed the fragrance of her own body. She tasted the coating she left on his face, her tongue in his mouth, around and around, sucking on his lips, removing as much of her own taste as she could. She always licked her fingers after she came and this tasted even better. 

Corey was shocked at the kiss, that she would like her own taste. He was hoping she would continue to slide down his body and impale herself on his throbbing hard dick, something he had been waiting for ever since she made the climb up. When the kiss broke, she raised her haunches and slid lower, her wet pussy lips gently caressing his hardness as they drifted past. Once she was sure she was past her own opening she lowered herself on his cock, allowing it to slip between her lips and she rode him on the outside, his cock head gently punching at her engorged clit on each stroke. He was soaked above and below and she finally relented and slid down farther, positioning her mouth over his cock, this time not taking it in her hand but slipping it into her waiting mouth without encouragement. 

Nancy took him as deeply as she could without gagging, tasting the flavor of her own juices with which she had pre-coated his dick. This was her first blow job and she wanted it to be memorable. She worked on him for several minutes using her mouth only. Then she grabbed him firmly at the base and stood his cock straight into the air, impaling her mouth straight down over and over. Her left hand moved to his ball sack and manipulated it with more authority then before. Her right hand began to move in unison with her mouth and she finally settled into a rhythm and pattern which would send him to ecstasy. 

Corey thought she was going to fuck him when she plopped down on his rigid dick with her pussy and slathered her wetness up and down its length. Over and over she slid and he thought he might actually cum without being inside her. It was so warm and soft and wet and erotic. Her kiss, at first disturbed him as she licked her own juices off his face but the more she did that the more erotic it became and the more turned on he became. Now she was giving him some very good head. He had a few previous girlfriends perform on him before but it was always haphazard in the car, quickie kind of thing just to get him off without ever any enjoyment for the girl. This was different. She was rewarding him for his job well done. It felt great.

Nancy decided she was going all the way with her first head job. She would take him as deep as she could manage, for as long as she could and when he came, she would drink down every bit of his spunk. It was a reward for the great face he, albeit reluctantly, just gave her. She couldn't help but thinking how great her orgasm had just been and how soon he might be up to it again. She felt him stop bucking his hips and got ready for his load, resting her mouth on the head and pumping as fast as she could. He erupted, spewing a full quart into her waiting mouth. She gulped once as it threatened to overflow, drinking down the first two spurts, continuing to prime the pump as he shot several more times, a slight groan involuntarily emitted from his throat. 

He wondered if he should warn her when he was going to cum. The other girls all wanted to be told so they could pull off and he could shoot into a convenient napkin. He decided that since she jerked him off last time she could make that decision herself, besides, he always felt a bit incomplete when they pulled off at the last minute and he figured if she didn't ask he wouldn't tell. 

She slowed her hand, not removing her mouth as he appeared to be drained, softening perceptibly. She finally removed her hand completely; keeping him in her mouth until he was soft enough she swallowed him all the way down and his pubic hair was tickling her nose. She pulled off, reaching up to wipe a bit of cum which had escaped the corner of her mouth on her finger and lick that clean as well. She bent down to kiss him, wondering if he would be willing to share his spunk that lined her mouth just as she had shared her cum from his face. She kissed him, gently, closed mouth, wondering if he would break first. He didn't and she pressed on, spreading her lips slowly, probing with her tongue until they licked each other clean from the inside. 

"Think there's any hot water yet?" she asked. 

After he dropped her off and returned to his bed he could still smell her scent on the sheets and pillow, wondering if his mother would also smell the new aroma. Neither had the strength to self gratify that night and both slept soundly. 

His year at college was not what he expected. The class load was harder, there were far fewer available girls and he didn't get home as often as he would have liked. But when he did return she was always waiting, willing and very able. Since she stayed home and went to the local community college she was always home when he returned. Their relationship evolved to a sex centered arrangement. They found fewer reasons to go out and more and more times to be alone. There was still no intercourse, she was adamant. He figured she just wanted to keep her 'V' card for the future, he knew she wanted to fuck, that was clear. She just couldn't bring herself to cross the barrier.

Nancy spent Corey's second year at college submerged in studies, trying to finish at the top of her community college class. It was a tough class. She kept her devotion to him, dating no one, touching no one. After the summer before he went off that was the hard part. She enjoyed the physical contact even more than fingering herself. But she stayed true although she experimented solo throughout the year. Her bouts of self-fulfillment became more adventurous and more numerous. She no longer was content to pleasure herself exclusively in bed and had branched out, while driving was a favorite. She drove west out of town on a solitary two lane road two days a week. The ride was an hour long as she delivered papers for her father to a business in Okeechobee, way out in the country. It was a reflective time and she frequently questioned her commitment to her virginity after doing and enjoying so many other activities but, in the end, she held fast.

On the rides she would see miles of pasture land, cows, bulls, alpaca and other animals being raised and bred. Once she saw a bull mounting a cow in a field and slammed on the brakes to get a better look. It was wild, primitive, violent and stimulating. She actually reached down into the folds of her shorts, slipping her finger under the material of the thong she was wearing and diddled her self while watching the exhibition in the field. Afterwards, she was confused and worried that she was a pervert but in time those thoughts passed and she simply realized she was a sexual person who wasn't getting any. 

Her trips west made her bored more than thoughtful and to relieve the boredom she created a game to play on the way. She would always dress in a very short pair of khaki shorts, very open at the leg and her smallest thong underneath. She would pull out a hairbrush she carried in her purse, the one with the tapered and round handle and, while driving, she would insert it in her pussy and she would fuck herself until she had an orgasm. The public display made the climax all the more intense. 

While she was waiting for Corey at school, she would experiment at home, seeing how far she could put things into her self, measuring them against her memory of Corey's dick to see how they fit in girth and length. Her father smoked an occasional cigar and he purchased them in capped metal tubes which he discarded. They were of various sizes and she made an effort of collecting them, hiding them in her room for later use. These became a surrogate for her boyfriend. She tried deep throating them, practicing for the next date with Corey. She inserted them up her pussy, rotating, squirming, imitating what she thought his motions would be. 

She had early on realized her ass was very sensitive, in a good way. She loved the feel of her thong as it snugged in the crack of her butt. Many times she would pull it even tighter as she walked, often in the mall, enjoying the friction of the material against her little puckered hole. One night she was working herself over vigorously, when she slipped with the small cigar tube and pre-coated with pussy juice it darted at the entrance of her back door. There was just a bit of penetration but enough for her to realize what it felt like. 

The next time it wasn't a slip but intentional. Wetted and lubed she slowly introduced it as the muscles tried to reject the object. She persisted and finally it opened allowing entrance. It felt strange and wonderful and erotic all at once. She pumped it in and out while fiddling her clit and reached an orgasm comparable to the one she had with Corey before he went off to school. As time passed she introduced larger and larger cigar tubes until she was sure she found one comparable in size to her boyfriend. She took it full length and pounded herself to a shattering orgasm. It was at that moment she decided Corey could fuck her and she could still keep her virginity.

Corey came home wondering if he should still keep Nancy. She was nice, adventurous and willing to do most anything, except fuck that is. Her blow jobs were a treat, she would let him touch anything anywhere, basically they did it all, except fuck. It was a big exception. He wasn't sure. The first few weeks of being home would tell the tale. 

It was his third week home. His return was great, lots of parties and socializing. His family swarmed him after being gone the full year. He started his summer job and that took up thirty hours a week. So it took until the third week at home before they finally had some quality time alone. Her folks were out for a three day vacation and so they headed to her house and her bedroom. She was being the aggressor but in the submissive position. He was on top and they were making out heavily. He was playing with her pussy, something she adored, when suddenly; she reached down and took hold of his hand. He thought she was going to push him away for some new and unfathomable reason when she guided his finger to her waiting asshole. He was shocked, taken aback and lost. 

"Where did this come from," he asked himself. Unsure how to continue and just what she was looking for. He played there for a few minutes, being gentle and just rubbing around the little puckered opening when she again reached down, grabbed his hand and pressed his finger into her starfish. This time he pressed, to see how far she was willing for this to go. She spread her legs farther apart and pressed back. He pushed and she pressed and together he finally had his finger firmly and totally inserted in her ass. 

He finger fucked her little butt for a couple of minutes when she reached down, like instructing a slow child, grasped another finger and directed it to the opening. Now he was fingering her two at a time, in her ass and she was bucking like a bronco. She reached down and grabbed his cock, realizing it was harder than ever, that this was something he was willing to do and she jerked him all the while he fucked her ass with a pair of fingers. It didn't take long for her to come, a shock for him that she could climax without even touching her pussy. He came moments later spewing all over her stomach. They relaxed a moment, his fingers still hiding from daylight when she hugged him tight and whispered in his ear, "Isn't that where your penis should be?" She was always so clinical.

They planned a night together for the following Saturday. His parents were going out of town for the weekend and she elaborately planned to stay at a girlfriend's house. Nancy was atwitter with anticipation. The last date had gone better than she ever imagined. He fingered her ass and it felt great although it took a lot of coaxing. She didn't realize she could cum with just his fingers in her ass. Now she could really get fucked and keep the memento to her future husband. 

They were excited, Corey unsure about what he thought they were going to do, not sure if he was ready for that. He would look at her differently after something like that he believed. But if that's what she wanted, who was he to deny her. 

The evening started as usual, they rolled into bed, naked. Nancy had spent longer than usual in the bathroom and had showered before coming into the bedroom. They snuggled and kissed and touched and held tight, all in anticipation of what was to come. She was soaking wet as he played with her pussy. He was steel hard as she softly touched him. Finally she had decided the time had come, even though neither of them had. She rolled on her back dragging him on top, taking time to center him over her body. Usually she made sure he was no where near the center line so he didn't accidentally penetrate her. This time she wanted penetration. She gently pulled him up until they both could feel the head of his cock at her opening. 

She reached down and took a firm hold of Corey's dick, sliding it up and down her slit, lubricating the tip fully, twisting her hips to actually take him a little deeper into her pussy, her hand wrapped around his cock so he couldn't get carried away. When she thought he was slick enough, she rotated her hips slightly, creating a space between their loins, and aimed his head right at the pucker so anxiously waiting. She had been mistaken, the cigar tube was no where as big as he was. She whispered, "Take it slow."

Corey maintained his composure, remained rigid and allowed her to do all the work. When she coaxed he pushed forward, when she squeezed he stopped, slowly and gently. He felt when the head slid past the tight little muscle and she gasped audibly. He stopped and she urged him on. Deeper and deeper he trod the path, she squirmed and slithered and had a look of ecstasy on her face. Once he passed the muscle she released him from her grip, using bodies exclusively as control. He wasn't sure when the thought hit him but he realized he was balls deep in his girlfriend's ass and it was a new and exciting experience. It was tighter than her mouth, firmer than her hand, like hundreds of little hands all moving around at the same time on his dick. He didn't know how long he would last. 

Nancy was shocked at the size difference between Corey and the pseudo-dildo she had been using but she knew he felt wonderful. He was in to the hilt, something she wasn't sure would happen. But there he was and his tight stomach muscles were lying directly against her clit. He began rocking slowly, his cock slipping in and out of her ass and his tight abs rubbing on her clit. She grabbed his ass, guiding and coordinating the motion. He slid ever so easily in and out, just up to the point of exit, never too far, then all the way back until his balls smacked against her butt cheeks. She sped him up, not hurrying but creating more friction, more motion, more feelings.

It wasn't long before he found himself being guided to pounding her ass. She was speared on his tool; he was in another world, not the one he usually occupied. They were normally not very vocal during their sex play, relying on hand signals and slight movements to encourage or discourage certain things. But here she was, moaning and groaning, sometimes to the point he thought he was hurting her and he would slow. She would then grab a piece of ass and demand more of him, driving and pounding. 

Nancy rotated her pelvis to rub her clit against his stomach and cause him to withdraw nearly all the way from her ass before spiking her again with feelings she had never before experienced. He was pounding away and she couldn't get him to pound hard enough for her tastes. The rubbing and pounding, the sweat covered bodies, the new sounds she made all served to heighten her enjoyment and prolong her time in suspension. But it finally came, and she launched into spasms of the most intense orgasm of her young life. She shuttered and convulsed, her body somewhere else, on a different plane, as close to living heaven she thought was possible. 

Corey was taken back by the intensity of her orgasm; he had never before experienced such an almost violent reaction to sex. It spurred him on and brought him over the edge. He came just behind her, or rather just in her behind, certain he never produced so much sperm in his life. It seemed to squirt forever, in actuality it lasted a little over a minute. 

She felt him tense, knowing he was ready to cum, acutely aware that this was the first time he could cum in her, other than her mouth. This was as close to sex as they could get until marriage. She wasn't sure she would be able to last that long, this felt so fucking good. He poured a quart in her ass and she felt the warmth of its flood, the additional lubrication it provided, it was a truly a wonderful sensation. She knew she would have to experience that in her pussy before too long, but for today, this was the best. 

They lay on the bed, spent, no energy remaining between them when finally; his softening cock was ejected by the muscles of her ass, seeking to control their territory once again after the assault. He felt his dick being squirted out of her opening and she felt the copious amount of cum he had injected ooze out her hole and slither down her crack to the sheets beneath.



Relationship Money



I - or rather, we - have a great marriage. For four years, we've had an excellent relationship, great sex, and we love each other now more than ever. There's lots of reasons for our success, but I like to think that one of them is my own little invention... something that Laurie dubbed "Relationship Money." 

When we first got married, money was tight. We were both just out of school with loans and entry-level jobs. Then, as now, I did make a little bit more than Laurie. I figured that we needed to remember to take some time out for us. And time outs cost money. So what I did was that I gave Laurie $20 every week (like I said, money was tight).

The first time, Laurie went nuts. She's very proud of being independent and able to pull her own weight. That's one reason that I love her so much. But then I explained that the money wasn't for her. That money, I told her, was for us. She could use it to buy sexy lingerie to spice up the sex, or to go out to eat with me, or to get movie tickets. She still grumbled, but she accepted it on a trial basis. Needless to say, we both loved the way that it allowed us to go out and enjoy ourselves without feeling guilty. It was as if we were dating again. We went out every Friday night. We couldn't always do much, but the point was that we kept the romance going. Eventually, we got raises, loans were paid off, and we came up with new ideas for the "relationship money" as Laurie so aptly named it when she first heard my idea. She started using it to pay me for doing chores or helping her out or giving her massages - whatever. Then I would have to use the money to take us out. Not that she doesn't still use it to buy sexy clothes or to get a manicure. It helps that we're now up to $100 a week – we both chip in. It's become a game now - she finds inventive ways to get the money to me, and I find inventive ways to spend it on us. 

But then, we got into a rut. It's easier and easier to just stay home and forget that it takes time and effort to keep up a great relationship. The last thing we did with the relationship money was to buy a DVD. Although we do spend a lot of time curled up together watching movies... it's not exactly what the money was meant to do. On the other hand, we're busier at work than ever and time seems to just rush by us. Even the household chores are getting backed up. When I got home tonight, the sink was overflowing with dirty dishes. I didn't even notice it as I got out of my work clothes and slid onto my easy chair to soak in some TV before I shuffled off to bed. Laurie came by, bags under her eyes from staying up late studying for her next certification exam after coming home from work. She kissed the top of my head (balding now - it must be stress from over-work) and asked me to do the dishes.

"There's twenty dollars in it for you," she said with a familiar twinkle in her tired eyes. Normally, I jump at these chances because the dishes are so fast and easy compared to the other chores. But this was not the night.

"Baby - I just can't tonight. That asshole McDonald just put me on the Farris project on top of everything else I have to do. That's why I came home so late. Can I take a rain check on it?"

"What happened to us?" Laurie asked. "We used to have so much energy... and the house was so clean. We haven't even cooked in over a week."

So we cuddled up together and bitched about work for a while. My hand, as usual when we cuddled, was resting on Laurie's breast. They're pretty small (A cup), but they've stayed nice and perky. Normally, feeling her up like that gives me a raging hard-on, but tonight, even my dick was tired. Laurie noticed the problem.

"Viagra time already, old man?" she joked. I managed a weak smile. She prodded at my crotch, grinding my hand into her breast with her free hand. The little guy jumped at her actions, but failed to get up to full mast.

"Normally, I can't manage to keep that thing down. What's wrong honey?" she asked.

"Darlin' - we both know that this has not been the easiest month for us. I barely have enough energy to get up and go to work in the morning. I can't even begin to find the energy to do you justice."

"But we haven't even made love in -" She stopped to think, silently counting on her fingers. She stopped and started again. "I can't even remember." I couldn't either.

Her eyes gazed into mine. "We have to do something about this, Thad. This isn't the way that we're supposed to be." I knew that she was right, but work is work, and there were bills to be paid. We wanted to buy a house soon and start a family.

We looked at each other for a while. Suddenly, Laurie's face broke into a smile - the mischievous smile that I had come to love and dread.

"Call in sick tomorrow."

"But-"

"No buts," she interrupted. "This is serious. I'm calling in sick too, and do you think I have any less to do at work than you do? We have to do something before we become like the Stevensons!"

The Stevensons lived downstairs from us. They shouted at each other all the time. If they had relationship money, they must have spent it all on new dishes each week, the way they seemed to break them each night. It was a private joke between Laurie and I that we would never end up like them, hating each other's guts, but not having the self-esteem to leave.

Anyway, I had lots of sick leave saved up and so did she. My projects would have to wait a day... there's no stopping Laurie when she sets her mind on something. She got up and rooted around her purse. She came back and fanned out five twenties on the coffee table.

"This is yours," she said. "I'm paying you the entire week's money for mind-blowing sex. I mean seriously mind-blowing, can't feel my knees, fall in love all over again sex."

I had a rule that I would never use the relationship money (or any money, for that matter) to pay Laurie for sex. I just didn't believe in it. It wasn't what our relationship or our sex life was all about. I hesitated for a moment, thinking about that. But, then again, I was really turned on at the prospect of being paid money for sex. Yet it still seemed a little seedy – almost immoral. So I got up and pulled some twenties out of my wallet. Luckily, I'd been to the ATM that day. I fanned out my five twenties next to hers.

"No, I won't take money for sex. But I will make you a bet. There's $200 there on the table. First, I give you mind-blowing sex - then you give me the same. Whoever's mind is blown the hardest gets to choose whether our savings becomes a house fund or a kid fund. And the $200 is the first deposit." We had an ongoing argument over our future... she really wanted a house, and I really wanted kids. We were saving up money, but neither of us would bend on which way to go first. I was proposing that the winner would decide whether we had a kid or bought a house.

"Deal!" We shook hands. She insisted that we get a good night's sleep. I think she was trying to get an edge on me - making me think about it all night, so that by morning, I'd shoot off fast and she'd win the bet. And if I wasn't so tired, she might have even been right. I did get a chance to think about what I wanted to do to her. I knew all her weak spots by now, but this would have to be special - something that would stand out in her mind.

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In the morning, we both called in sick after waking up late. Laurie was a smart-ass and told her work that she had to stay home to take care of me. I got her back in the shower, as I tickled her mercilessly. I also paid special attention to her crotch and her breasts. I told her that they needed to be especially clean for today's activities. She squirted liquid soap at me. We were kidding around just like old times, and I realized how much I missed it.

We had a quiet breakfast as the anticipation became palpable between us. Our gazes locked often, sometimes sizing each other up to see what was in store for us, sometimes just thinking about how long it had been and how much we lusted after each other. Laurie insisted that we clean up the kitchen first. She says the mess distracts her, but I always wondered how she could see the kitchen through the bedroom's closed door. After putting away the dishes, I led her by her hand to the couch.

I sat her down across from me and gazed into her blue eyes, which seemed to have fewer wrinkles than they did last night. 

"I love you. I love you so much that words don't even exist to explain it. The last eight years, since the very day I met you - November 8th - to the day you agreed to marry me - January 5th - to the day you did marry me - July 10th - to this very moment, have been the best, most remarkable years of my life. The chemistry and passion between us has made me feel so wonderful. You do so many things for me, take care of me, make me feel so loved. I wish I could do for you one tenth of what you do for me." I could see her eyes watering up. Even though this was part of my plan to blow her mind (Laurie needed some buttering up to really get into sex), I meant every word. Before she could say anything, I covered her mouth with mine and gave her a gentle, loving kiss. The kind that is deep in emotion without being physically deep. When we disengaged, she opened her mouth to speak, but I just covered it with another gentle kiss, gathering her into my arms as I did it. Putting my finger under her chin, I gently led her up onto her feet. Kissing her again, I picked her up off of the ground and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

I told her how beautiful she was, mentioning all the little things that I love about her body. I told her how she turned me on, how sexy she was, how I felt so much love for her and wanted to share it with her. I could smell her excitement as I kissed her clothed body. Gently, so gently, I kissed her lips.

"Be mine for the rest of our lives?" I asked her. Breathlessly, she nodded, her eyes bright with love. My heart melted, as it always does when she looks at me like that. I could tell by her indrawn breath that she noticed the answering emotion in my eyes. Kissing her neck, especially right below the ears where she's especially sensitive, I continued my trek over her covered body. She was wearing a long t-shirt with nothing underneath... another ploy to get me going so that I wouldn't be able to give her the soft, slow lovemaking that drives her wild. I could see her hard nipples pushing up the cloth. I kissed them gently before continuing on down. I let my hands run gently along her sides as I continued my trip, eventually stopping at the ankles. Then I went back up, this time, taking her shirt with me. She sat up slightly so that I could take it off of her and throw it into the corner. I pulled up the covers and slid her underneath them, joining her with another kiss. There, snug under the comforter, I held her to me. She tugged at my boxers, and I helped her take them off, and then I took off my own shirt. They joined hers in a heap at the corner. We let our warm bodies rub against each other as we continued kissing, my hands running up and down her back as her hand rubbed along my chest. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear - private things, special words that existed only between the two of us.

She melted into me, her body blazing with heat, as my lips and tongue made moist tracks across her torso. I studiously avoided all of her erogenous zones, concentrating instead on other sensitive areas, promising stimulation without delivering. I was hard and rubbing lightly against her thigh. Her hands had already left my chest and were now caressing it. She gently rubbed one hand up and down her chest, as she got in the spirit of the thing and started to get me going. Funny how I touched her body to get her aroused and she also touched her body to get me aroused. I gently pushed her onto her back, kissing her deeply. Her mouth opened under mine and our tongues began a slow tango. Her nails scratched across my back as the kiss became more and more intense. My dick was now between her legs lying somewhere between her lips. I pulled away from her mouth and gazed deep into her eyes as my hands explored her body. Nothing was off-limits now as I gently tweaked and teased her nipples, explored her wet lips, ran my fingers along her round rump. Her tongue snaked out, probing my ear in the way that makes my cock twitch with desire. 

We moved as one now, my movements linked to her by some psychic connection. Our hips began to thrust gently, synchronized, each thrust putting closer to the ultimate oneness. My tongue wrapped around her right nipple and its aureole, so beautiful, pink and large against the milky white skin of her breast. One hand gripped her ass, guiding her thrusts against me, the other between her legs, parting them, begging for entry. Her legs came up, wrapping around my waist. My dick was up against her moist hole, ready to enter. Her crotch thrust more insistently, already slipping the head of my cock slightly into her. I came up for a kiss, and slid into her. I hadn't planned on doing it so quickly, but I was no longer in total control of myself, having become one with her in more than just body. I moved slowly and gently within her, my eyes locked on hers. There were tears in her eyes. She would cry like that when she was very happy, and I still didn't quite understand it. Her mouth was partly open, her breath hot upon my neck. She moved against me, perfectly matched to my movements, controlling the speed with her strong legs. Her hands gripped my shoulder blades straining to pull me closer. I resisted, my weight resting on my hands so that I didn't crush her. Slowly, I lowered myself down, kissing her deeply, her mouth inviting my tongue in as her body had invited mine. I kissed her neck, my head now level with hers and our bodies gliding against each other on a layer of co-mingled sweat. Slowly the speed of our coupling increased. The smallest of moans escaped her mouth from time to time and I could feel the contractions of her vaginal walls as she fought against her orgasm. I could feel her clit grinding against my pubic hair, my cock buried inside of her to the hilt. Occasionally, the hard nub of her cervix would cross the tip of my dick. I possessed her as completely as anyone could.

The pace was very fast now and I was breathing heavily with the effort. She had already come once, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. I could feel the increased contractions of her pussy as she neared another climax. Now came the hard part. She was at best good for only two orgasms before she started getting sore. I had to come at about the same time, or else she would be upset about not taking care of me. For some reason it was very important to her that I come as well. In the end, it was her eyes that did it. As she came, she looked deep into mine, her green eyes blazing with desire and ecstasy. My dick twitched and began to spurt out come. Normally, I don't have much of a load, but I couldn't even remember the last time we had sex. All the saved up semen came spurting out for what seemed like a minute. We slumped down together, exhausted, my dick slowly easing out of her as it returned to its normal size.

There was a giant wet spot, and, as always, she had deftly maneuvered me right on top of it. But the heat of her lovely body was comforting despite the clammy coldness underneath my thighs. I finally popped out of her, taking some of my come with me. She shivered as it ran down her leg to create its own little wet spot, but she remained snuggled up against me, her nose nuzzling my Adam's apple.

"I can't feel my legs."

"Still?"

"That was... amazing... phenomenal! " I smiled with pleasure. Laurie did not have a sex drive like mine, although she did enjoy sex. But she was only into vanilla sex. Not that I minded. But to her, what I had just done was the best it could ever be, gentle, loving and full of emotion.

"Do I win?" I asked her.

"That depends... I have something very special for you," she replied coyly.

We fell asleep there on the bed, wet spot and all.

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When woke up, the afternoon sunlight was streaming in through the window. Laurie got up and closed the shades. She made me get up and we pulled off the sheets together, throwing them on the laundry pile.

"My, my," she exclaimed, looking at the mess left on the mattress. We dried it up with some paper towels and then she put fresh sheets on the bed.

"Draw us a bath, hon," she ordered. While I did that, she closed the door to the bedroom, only coming out a minute later, closing the door behind her.

"What's in there?" I asked, curious.

"You'll see."

We sat in the tub together. She told me how wonderful the morning had been. Although I knew that she meant what she was saying, I also knew that she was playing to my vanity. She understood just how to stroke my ego to get me in the mood again. Even though I can last forever in the sack, I'm strictly a one-shooter. Once I've gone, it's not that easy to get me going again. But one sure fire way to get me excited is to tell me how good I am. By the end of the bath, between getting an eyeful of her sexy body and an earful of the sexy talk, I was already getting hard. I wondered what she had in mind for me. As the bath water drained out of the tub, she insisted that we take a shower. I complained a bit, anxious to find out what she had in store, but, like I've said before, I don't get to win many arguments with her. She made it up to me in the shower, letting me rub the soap over her body mercilessly. I loved to take showers with her and rub up against her soapy, slippery body, running my hands over her breasts and all over her crotch.

"Ooohh, yeah, baby, get me all clean for you," she encouraged. God, I love it when she talks like that. In any case, by the time we got out of the shower, I was ready for action. She pulled me into the bedroom, where I dried her off with a towel and she did the same for me. On the dresser next to the bed, I saw that she had put some bottles out. The handy K-Y and some Body Shop scented massage oil. She lay down on her belly, her sumptuous rounded ass beckoning me to her. She looked at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and inviting.

"Get over here and give me a massage," she cooed.

I'm a very tactile lover. I love to touch as much as I love to fuck. That's why giving massages is such a turn on for me. Laurie knew just what to do. I grabbed the massage oil and rubbed some between my hands to warm it up. I started at her neck and worked my way down. Between the sex and the bath, her muscles were already relaxed. But this was my time to be selfish, so I massaged anyway, reveling in the soft feel of her skin and its wonderful creamy white color. She encouraged me, telling me how good it felt. My hard cock raged between her ass cheeks. Finally, I moved down and began on my favorite area to massage... her ass. There's just something about sliding your hands across a slippery ass... I just love it. As usual, when I get to have my way with her ass, it was absolutely dripping in oil when I finally tired of my sport. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I wondered if this was my surprise. She looked back at me over her shoulder again, her eyes flashing.

"You remember that thing you wanted to do? The one I wouldn't do?" That applied to a number of things. I'm a little more adventurous than she is.

"You know... the one where I would only do it if I got to do it to you first?" My eyes popped wide open. I really wanted to have anal sex with her, but she wouldn't let me. Finally, she said that she would compromise. If I let her do my ass with a strap-on, I could do hers. No way, Jose! I have a rule about things up my ass. Nothing goes up there. I never asked her about anal sex again, conceding to her the point that I shouldn't ask her for anything I wasn't willing to do myself. I couldn't believe what she was talking about.




Relationships in the 22nd Century



Ladies and Gentlemen, 

This is a frank conversation, use it as a tool for growth. All comments are accepted.

Lets start with something I have heard a "million" times:

Ladies you take offense with your husbands (boyfriends) Masturbation?

You have a very severe insecurity issue going on here. Yes, I already know what you're thinking, "But *he* caused it!" No my dear, he didn't cause it - you obviously had it before he met you. This has nothing to do with him - it has everything to do with you. More on this in a moment.

Let's deal with the masturbation issue first.

Many people (both men and women) sometimes prefer masturbation over sex. Frankly, it's just easier and quicker! 90% of the time, men do most - if not all - of the work during sex. Many women feel its fine to just lie there and be "done". If a guy's going to have to do all the work anyway, it's often just easier to do one job rather than two - or more. Let's face it; you girls are very complicated when it comes to sex.

All of this doesn't mean that he doesn't love you or find you sexy. In fact, it has nothing to do with that at all. It's just a matter of convenience. Further, when you're spending your time concentrating on someone else, it's very difficult to work on your own sexuality! That is what private masturbation can be all about - growing one's own sexuality.

Now, let's talk about the porn, fantasies, etc.

If you've read many of my articles, you're going to learn something very important: men are not monogamous. That's just the way it is. Neither your husband, I, your father, nor any other man is monogamous by nature. That's the way we're wired. However, we can CHOOSE to be. This is obviously what your husband has chosen.

By looking at pornography and fantasizing away from you, he's not treating you or your relationship with disrespect at all. In fact, he's helping to insure that his promise about being monogamous to you is kept! Porn and fantasy are safe ways for men to explore our polygamous natures while still being faithful to our partners. Stop seeing this as a threat, and start seeing it as the benefit to your marriage that it is!

For you to set him up to fail by spying on him, asking him about it and then busting him on it, all you're really doing is telling him that he has to be better at hiding it all! Is that really what you want: for your husband to work even harder hiding it from you, or would you rather have him bring it out in the open and feel comfortable with it - and you? I thought so.

Now, back to you: 

If you think you're going to be able to nag him into only doing sex the way you want, forget it. What you're actually doing is killing off your own sex life with him! Do you think all of this makes you sexier in his eyes? Don't count on it. You're actually pushing him further and further away by introducing all sorts of added stress into your marriage.

Here's my suggestion: (warning: this is going to mean that you're going to have to grow up): let up on him completely about the porn and masturbation. In fact, you should even encourage it. Tell him that you've come to your senses about it, and you want your sex life together to be rich and full, and that you realize that anything that helps him with his own sexuality also helps your sex life together. At the same time, I suggest that you feel free to masturbate too. Use this time to grow your own sexuality. Trust me, you need it.

Then, when you get together and have sex, make it fun! Take away the pressure and get back to the exploring that you use to have when you first got together. Have lots of great, powerful, playful, fun sex, and feel free to masturbate together if you enjoy that. Find out (again) what he wants in the bedroom, and tell him what you want too - even if it seems "unusual". Frankly, there's nothing "unusual" in sex - it's all been done before. Give him room and freedom to enjoy himself and it will all come back to you in bed.

Finally, start working on yourself. You don't need to feel under attack by any of this. It can be a very powerful way to grow your marriage - or you can continue to do what you've been doing all along and work to break it down. The choice is yours.

It's time to grow up and start to realize that the world doesn't revolve around you and your needs. There are others in your life that deserve much more here.

By espousing the fact that you're an "independent woman" you're also saying that you don't need anyone in your life to be happy. Guess what that mindset does to you and your relationships? It actually makes it come about! Now, I can't read this guys mind to know exactly what he's thinking, but I'll bet it has something to do with this attitude! Not only is it artificial (obviously so to those that understand it), but also dangerous. In effect it's the backlash to another unhealthy attitude/psychological issue, that of co-dependence.

Regarding "Ms. Hurt Before" the very first thing you need to understand is that it wasn't YOU that hurt her, and that you can't heal her either. She's been hurt before eh? Boo hoo! Who hasn't been hurt? Big fucking deal!

Whenever I hear about someone that's been hurt before, it makes me roll my eyes - and it should make you roll your eyes too! She's a big girl now and needs to learn to get over things. Not everything revolves around her and her "hurt". This is exactly the attitude you need to take with her. Stop "enabling" her self pity! You do this every time you buy into all of this crap.

Instead, just tell her "Look, I don't really care what's happened to you in the past. If you want to feel sorry for yourself the rest of your life, but my guest, but don't think you're going to inflict that on me. What I'm interested in is your future.

If she isn't able to get over it, it's not your problem - just move on and have a great life. Just like Frank Sinatra said, "The greatest revenge is massive success!"

Men struggle every single day to meet the goals that are imposed on them by society. Sure, you're thinking, "Well, so do women!" but there's a difference. Men's impositions have been around for a long time and are actually the fabric of our society and culture. Women's are more "self-imposed". For instance, men are expected to hold down steady jobs, provide for themselves and their families and to do everything (including in relationships) with "honor". That means being up-front and direct.

Women are under no such obligation! For instance, when a woman loses her job, she may be concerned, but it doesn't relate directly to her self-image. Men's jobs ARE directly related in this way. Men that don't provide for themselves and their families are looked down upon and ridiculed by society! I'm sure you even know of direct examples of this.

Another example comes directly from relationships. I hear women say all the time, "Well, he wasn't up-front about things from the beginning..." ...and therefore he's a "dog" or a "pig" or something else. However, women are NEVER up-front about their intentions in relationships! Studies have continued to show that women have all sorts of tools they use to get guys to expose their agenda's up front without having to do so themselves! I've never heard any woman (or man for that matter) chastise a woman for this! In fact, it's even glorified and made to seem "cute" by the modern media!

With commitment, consider that men and women view this very differently too. For example, women view commitment as security, future, family, love, closeness, support and many other "good" things. Men view commitment (and likewise, marriage) as responsibility, stress, loss of freedom, loss of choice, a life of toiling to meet the demands of that relationship, and many other "bad" things! These are very common feelings among most men.

Yes, some men want to get married and yes, some men just want to have a lot of sexual partners throughout the rest of their lives. These are both valid goals, but it depends on the individual. Most women (not all) would prefer to enter into married arrangements and even our laws support women in doing so - against men! Men rarely come out ahead in divorces for instance, or family custody battles, or just about anything involved with dissolution. Frankly, with all the problems involved, I'm actually surprised that anyone gets married at all!

As to why I tell people that they should have sex before getting married, it's because I believe that our sexualities are the most powerful part of our personalities. By learning about this so-powerful aspect of ourselves, we also learn about how we can function within married situations. People say that sex isn't the most important thing in a relationship, and I agree. However, it's in the top three! That makes it significant enough to stress it as a priority. Anyone that gets married without having explored the other person's (and their own) sexuality is simply assuming that an unhealthy relationship is acceptable, and that they'll handle the consequences when they come to them. That's absurd! Marriage isn't a passing thought - it's a life long commitment!

Further, nobody falls in love because they have sex. That is a fallacy. If it were true, there'd be a lot fewer marriages, and a lot more vibrator sales! People (particularly women) ALLOW themselves to fall in love with an ideal - not the real person. This generally comes from an immature idea of sex and relationships - something that can be solved by exploring sex in a more healthy way!

Considering the benefits a person gains through sexual experience I can't think of a better answer than to recommend and encourage it.

We've all heard jokes about "that time of the month" or "being one Boy Scout short of a jamboree", etc., but you really need to look closely at a new girlfriend's behavior to see how its going to impact you in the long run. You see, she will probably not start off showing you craziness early in your relationship. If she starts saying or doing crazy things when you first meet her, walk away and don't look back - this is the best she's going to be!

Here are some examples of crazy behavior:

• Everything is fine until all of a sudden, she goes into a raging fit over nothing important 

• She goes through your personal things and then goes ballistic when she finds something inconsequential (note: she shouldn't be looking through anything of yours in the first place - nor should you!) 

• She is obsessed with purchasing the perfect belt, handbag or pair of shoes, when she already has closets full of them at home 

• Her mood changes constantly 

• She is consumed by the fear that someone is watching her, has put a curse on her, or is going to get into a car accident 

She showers 3 times a day, but never works out 

You Don't Have To Buy Into It!

I have an adage that I live by - I ignore all neurotic statements made by normal people, and ANY statement made by neurotic people! Remember, regardless of how beautiful she is you don't have to put up with craziness - especially if it impacts your life!

Can you change her? Well, if you're a clinical psychologist, psychiatrist, or other health care professional - maybe. The next question is, should you? Probably not. The time and effort in trying to change someone's behavior that has likely been learned over a lifetime is enormous.

Ok, so what if you're already in a relationship with a crazy woman and you're committed to making it work? First, you should check you own motivations - I know too many men that spend their lives trying to fix their partner's problems. They do this first for their own sense of accomplishment. Then, when they fail it becomes something of a quest - they continue to beat their heads against the wall.

If you still think you can change her, the very first thing you need to do is let her know that you will absolutely not accept any further crazy behavior - in other words, you expect her to act sane. When she begins an "episode", bring her back to reality and have her confirm it. For example, a black cat crosses your path and she freaks, say, "Honey, black cats have no meaning and we left superstition back in the last millennium - right?" Frankly, for some people it is next to impossible, especially if she really has some organic problem. Remember however, we're talking about neurotic women here, not the clinically insane.

What do you do when she slips back into neurotic behavior? Bring the specific action to her attention immediately and remind her that you will not tolerate it. Then, take her home and tell her that when she decides to be rational, she can call you - but not before. In order for this to work, you're going to have to be consistent. If you let your guard down even once, you're opening the door for more of that zaniness, and you'll have to start back at square one.

You should also get her into some type of counseling as quickly as you can. Many productive lives have been saved by a few sessions with someone trained to recognize and redirect neurotic behavior. Neurotic behavior can sometimes get worse if not treated. 

Many men, having originally gone for the "10's" are settling for the "7's", "8's" and "9's" in order to get away from all the drama. I also believe that this is at least one of the reasons why you see so many beautiful women on the arms of older guys (besides the obvious - money, power, etc.) These guys are better able to handle all the wackiness of being with these women.

So, what's it going to be - a crazy trophy, or a sane, down to earth pretty girl? You decide.

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My wife (or girlfriend) isn't interested in sex any more! Help!

Unfortunately, this is a very common scenario. It's normal for sex to become less once a relationship is established or someone is married, but frankly, sex is one of the most important aspects of the relationship!

You really have only a few options here:

1) Learn to live with things the way they are - and masturbate more.

2) Continue to try to talk to your wife, try counseling, etc., hoping things will change.

3) Dissolve the marriage and find someone that is your sexual equal.

4) Find your sexual release outside your marriage.

None of these are really great options. However, you and your wife both have responsibilities here to each other. In my opinion, if she can't fulfill her responsibilities, you might need to find it elsewhere.



Relationships in the 22nd Century Pt. 02



Relationships in the 22nd Century Pt.2

Ladies and Gentlemen, 

This is a frank conversation; use it as a tool for growth. All comments are accepted.

It's amazing how few men really understand women's climaxes. Have you watched a porno recently? Notice how women's orgasms are depicted in the video, if they are shown at all. If they do show a woman's climax, it is usually faked. 

Many men think that women's pleasure comes just from the closeness of sex. If they cum at all, it's just a bonus. DON'T MAKE THIS MISTAKE! Women like sex in much the say way as men do. And, they expect the same satisfaction.

Thus, you should care very much about your woman's climax. If she doesn't get it, she will feel cheated - just like you would. To help save your feelings she may fake her orgasm. By now, everyone knows (or at least should know), that women fake orgasms.

Men can and do fake orgasms, just like women do! Men don't do it very often, but they can and do fake!

Women often blame themselves for not being satisfied during sex. But, if this continues the blame will turn to you. You want to learn to recognize a woman's "true" climax and find out what it takes to give it to her regularly.

What Is the Big "O?"

Women report very different things from men when it comes to the "big O". Some say that it is like waves of pleasure washing over their bodies, other say that it "tickles", other describe it as "warmth", etc, still others describe it as just "deep happiness". Ok, it's no wonder that men are confused by women's climaxes.

Don't let this lack of understanding make you think it's all beyond you however! In fact, if you're ever going to get a second chance, you'd better get familiar with her ecstasy!

Some women report having "clitoral" orgasms or "vaginal" orgasms and claim they are different from each other. Others say that any orgasm is just about like any other. Some women can climax just from being held, kissed or touched. Some claim to have never experienced an orgasm. Who's right? They all are!

Also, sometimes women that are easily-orgasmic can't climax at particular times. Further, they may feel that they don't need to - just the closeness is enough.

Every woman is different. Your woman has her own quirks, needs, "secret desires", etc. So, how do you know when she orgasms? It can be difficult to know for sure. Here are some things that will help:

Tell her that you don't want her to feel pressured to climax. If she does that's great, if she doesn't - that's ok too, as long as it's all right with her.

She doesn't need to "fake" her orgasm to please you. Again, if she makes it - great! If not, then next time.

Ask her what makes her engine rev - what "works" for her - then do it! Pay attention to what she tells you, and if something doesn't make sense, ask her to clarify.

When she starts getting aroused, pay attention. Notice if she flushes around her neck and chest. Notice if her nipples get erect. Pay attention to her breathing and the sounds she makes. These are all great signs that she's on her way.

If you're inside her, you'll notice that she begins "gripping" you just as she starts to cum.

Finally, when you think she's made it, ask her! There is nothing impolite about this, and it shows that you're interested in her satisfaction. 

Once she makes it the first time, she may very well be ready for more. Some women can just keep going and going (like the Energizer Bunny) Men got the gift of peeing while standing, women got multiple orgasms - nobody ever said life was fair!

Another thing that I have found to be true: (Not in all cases but then again nothing is absolute.)

Women are generally not good lovers for a number of reasons: 

First, we men don't really demand it of women. Most men are just happy that have someone to have sex with! The person's abilities aren't that critical. Of course, after you've been with someone for awhile, it can be that very lack of skills that starts affecting things both in and out of the bedroom.

Second, women spend so much time with their minds on other things; and you know exactly what I'm talking about: "I wonder if my ass looks fat in this light...I hope my hair is covering my face enough...Am I making enough noise?...Am I making too much noise?...Am I moving just right?...etc...Etc....etc." All of this is going on exactly when she should be concentrating on herself sexually as well as her lover.

A third reason why women aren't generally good lovers is that they get most of their instruction from other women in women's magazines. Most men read these and just chuckle to themselves. They rarely represent men's sexualities very well at all! If you want to learn how to be a better lover, go to a man for your education - not another woman.

A fourth reason is called the "slut factor". Many women are afraid to let go enough to really learn to enjoy themselves - and to please their partners. Most women have a huge range of sexual expression, but limit themselves in that expression for fear of looking slutty. We men find that frustrating and ridiculous.

A fifth reason is that women are afraid to tell men what they want. Many women say, "Well, he should just know!" Let me assure you on this point: there is not a big red flag on your ass that goes up when you have an orgasm! Many men just don't know were you are in the entire process and often don't know when you've made it. Our climaxes are very obvious; yours are often not obvious - sometimes even to you!

Sixth, women don't really understand men's sexualities and our needs. Let me state that there is as much nuance in men's sexualities as there are in women's but, we express it very differently. Further, women don't really want to believe this! I can't tell you how many times I've had to show the same woman the same trick over and over again only because she didn't want to believe me!



Relationships, Polyamory & Sex 101



I'm a middle-aged straight guy, and a musician by profession. I've been lucky enough at this point to have had lots of wonderful as well as educational experiences in the areas of relationships, polyamory and sex, and I've heard many stories along the line of other people's experiences in these areas. I thought I'd share a few random insights, in case anyone out there might find them useful.

Trouble meeting interesting potential lovers? It's hard. Or rather, it can be. It can also be really easy. I remember when it was hard, though. There are a few tricks. Being desperate doesn't help - that's usually a real turn-off. Of course it's hard not to be desperate when you've been lonely for months or years, so that's a tough one. Ideally, stop thinking about it, turn off your computer, don't bother with any dating sites, and go live your life. That's the sexiest thing you can do. Specifically, when I say live your life, I mean pursue what interests you in a serious way. Guys who are really into something are much sexier. From my experience, if what you're really into involves playing really good music and writing really good songs of pretty much any genre, that's a sure-fire sexual strategy. If your passion is tax accounting, that might not be so good. But generally, passion for something (other than meeting a woman) is good.

So say you've met someone. Concerned about making an unwanted sexual advance? Use your words. That's the main trick there. Don't touch someone (aside from a handshake, or if they're French or Spanish or something, a kiss on the cheek) without explicit verbal consent. It's really not hard. By the time you feel like it might be time to express romantic interest, probably (hopefully) you've been hanging out and talking for at least a couple hours, and there should by then be all sorts of not-so-subtle signs of potential interest coming your way. By then, if you say, while keeping your physical distance, in a very calm and nonthreatening way, "I'd really like to kiss you," the worst thing that's likely to happen is she'll reject you in a nice way, and she might even be flattered that you were interested. If you're good at reading signs of interest (or lack thereof), though, then she'll respond with enthusiasm to this request the vast majority of the time. Alternatively, you can wait til she takes the initiative. This will work sometimes, but oftentimes not, since women in our patriarchal society are trained from a very early age not to take that kind of initiative.

Oh, speaking of patriarchy... If you're like most men in most societies, you've got all sorts of stuff you need to unlearn. Like, for example, you should know that there are big societal pressures on women to think sex is dirty and not enjoyable, men are self-interested and just want to use you, being into open relationships means you're a slut (which is bad), etc. You should be aware of these things, and be careful. But you should also know that despite these messages women receive, most of the women you'll meet actually enjoy sex, under the right circumstances, and many of them are not interested in monogamy or any of the traditional things you've been led to understand they all want.

OK, so say you've met someone you like. Whether it's at the beginning of the connection, or it's been going on for weeks or months or years, if you want to remain a person of interest to her, you need to not only be an interesting person with some kind of passion in life, but you need to be interested in her. That is, not self-absorbed. Self-absorbed people are really boring, and even annoying. Roughly, for every question she asks you, you should have a question for her. And you shouldn't need to count that. It should be genuine interest. You ask a question about something, and then, rather than relating her answer to something from your own life experience, ask a follow-up question. Don't be shy about answering her questions, but when you're trying to get to know her, what she thinks, what makes her tick, pretend you're a journalist doing an interview with a really interesting person who has opinions and knowledge that other people might be very interested in, too. (Hopefully you don't need to pretend, either. Interesting guys already know what the term "citizen journalist" means. And DIY media.)

You don't need to trick her in order to get her into the sack. You just need to be yourself, and be honest. Hopefully she likes you just the way you are. And if she doesn't, the whole thing is probably a bad idea. Likewise, if you don't like her the way she is, it's a bad idea to go further with it. Getting into a relationship with someone you know you're going to want to change in some significant (or even minor) way is just a bad idea. If you're looking for a relationship with someone who doesn't like to drink, don't think about meeting someone at the pub. If you're looking for a healthy, happy open relationship, it's best to hook up with someone who's already in one. Not someone who says she's into the idea but has never tried it before. That might work out, but usually not.

Once you're in a relationship, you can't make assumptions about how it's supposed to go. You have to use your words. Polyamory does not mean "anything goes." There are rules, and the rules vary with each different relationship. Each one is its own thing. You have to figure out together what the rules are in your relationship. Do we share intimate details of our other relationships or do we hardly ever mention they exist? Do we hang out with our other lovers together or not? Is it OK if we're spending loads of time together and then suddenly disappearing for weeks when we meet someone new, or is that kind of behavior totally disruptive and uncool? You gotta talk about this stuff, not just assume you know the answers.

OK, sex. No two people are completely alike. This fact remains very much the case in the sack. There are all sorts of different tendencies within the kink community that really make for a vast spectrum. But even within more "normal" circles, there's a wide variety. However, whether you've hooked up with a woman who doesn't mind sexual intercourse but really gets off much more from cunnilingus, or a woman who has an endless stream of vaginal orgasms, who only truly gets off on lots of hard fucking, there are certain skills you need to master. Some of them include the ability to communicate verbally, the ability to read nonverbal cues, the ability to eat her the way she likes it, and the ability to maintain an erection for hours at a time (while engaged in stimulating sexual activity).

Especially when you're unclear about physical cues, using your words can go a long way. Many people might not want to say anything that you might perceive as critical, but if you ask them if what you're doing feels good, or if you could be doing anything better, and make it very clear you'd really like their feedback, they just might give it to you. This will help you do it better, whatever it is. That's good.

Not getting verbal or physical cues that are easy to read? Is she unusually still and quiet? Could be she's having a flashback from a traumatic experience, which sex tends to trigger. Good idea then to pull out or otherwise stop whatever you're doing, lie beside her, perhaps gently stroking her hair or something like that, and ask her if everything's OK. No response? Assuming she's still breathing and does not require medical attention, just keep waiting patiently until she comes out of her dissociative state.

Getting cues that don't seem positive? Unless you've pre-established very clearly and verbally that you're exploring some kind of more violent sort of fantasy, stop whatever you're doing and then ask questions. But you don't want to stop? Stop anyway, you self-absorbed idiot.

In terms of cunnilingus, first of all, if you want to get good at it, you need to stop looking at it as a means to an ends. This is not "foreplay." The goal is not to get her wet enough so you can fuck her, although that may be a likely outcome. The process is the goal, and the process and the goal is about giving her pleasure, which you should enjoy immensely, because you hopefully like her a lot or you wouldn't be in bed with her in the first place. Every woman's genitalia is different. Some like it very gentle, where you're barely making contact. Others like it rougher. Some like lots of direct clitoral contact. For many, direct contact is too much most or all of the time. Some really like fingers or other things inside their vagina during cunnilingus, others don't. You figure it out. You know you're on to something when the breathing gets heavier, the pelvis starts moving more, things are getting wetter, and of course when you make her come. Keep learning, pay close attention to all forms of feedback, subtle or overt.

Having erectile issues? That's very common, according to just about every woman I've ever talked to about these things. I used to come much quicker than I wanted to when I was young, too. I know older men especially who have trouble getting it up. There are many good books written on these subjects, a couple of which I've read. (Mantak Chia is very good.) But I'll summarize how I learned to stop coming prematurely a long time ago.

Psychologically, I think part of the reason why so many men come prematurely is the internal dialog they're having, which is based on their mistaken notions of sexuality. They're thinking something like, I've managed to convince this woman to go to bed with me, and now I'm taking advantage of her, and she's not enjoying herself. Pretty soon she'll have had enough and will want me to stop, so I better come before then, since coming is my goal here, and not coming is terribly frustrating.

Or maybe you're not thinking any of those things, but it's just a question of being so excited by the time you actually get inside her, that you can't stand the excitement anymore and you just come right away.

Either way, I found it helpful to realize that generally, women I was lovers with actually enjoyed sexual intercourse, and wanted me to be fucking them, and actually that they wanted me to fuck them for a longer period of time than I was generally capable of back when.

Regardless of the psychological aspects, though, there are basic physical/psychological exercises to engage in and internalize that will, over the course of a few months or years of practice, retrain your dick to behave more like you (and your lovers) want it to.

First, internalize the fact that coming is not the goal. Coming is something you don't need to do very often. Coming is the act that will briefly feel very good, then lead you to be physically tired and emotionally withdrawn, if you're like most men. Why bother? It's boring. Much more fun is not coming, and being able to enjoy gentle or vigorous sexual intercourse and other sexual activities as long as you and your partner want to engage in them.

But, you may be wondering, when I'm about to come I'm just so outrageously excited I can't possibly do anything to stop it. Wrong. But whatever you're doing to stop it from happening isn't working. Probably because you're trying to use "control" in the sense of more tension in order to stop the orgasm, or you're trying to trick your mind by imagining really unsexy things or something like that. The former tactic will tend to backfire spectacularly, and the latter tactic is just boring and distracting, even if it might work sometimes.

The trick with this, like with so many things (such as playing a musical instrument well) is relaxing. No, I don't mean relaxing to the point that you lose your erection (or drop the pick from between your fingers, to extend the music analogy). I mean relaxing in the sense of breathing, circulating that energy so it doesn't all get physically stuck in your genital area. Yes, I know I sound like a hippie, but it's true. You can feel it. The energy gets stuck, I'm not making it up. Breath, deeply. Feel that energy get unstuck. Feel it circulate through your body. It feels good. Stop moving your dick in and out as you feel that energy. If she doesn't stop moving, tell her to stop for a minute. If she's been around the block, she'll know just what's going on and will want to stop, too, unless she just wants to get it over with, in which case she won't.

If the energy is circulating properly you won't get all frustrated, whether or not you come, and you won't get the phenomenon known as "blue balls" or whatever else they call it. It takes a while. Stick with it. After a while, you won't need to consciously circulate the energy or remember to breath, etc. It will just be the natural thing you do, no effort required.

On the other hand, if you have issues with getting it up, or what they call Erectile Dysfunction, while this is not an area of expertise for me, I have had this experience in limited ways on occasion and I can tell you what's worked for me.

Obviously, first of all, it may be a blood circulation issue. If you're overweight, lose weight, and get aerobic exercise regularly, and see if that helps. Viagra can work well, too.

I find I have trouble getting it up during the first few days of a new relationship. I also find it harder to maintain an erection when condoms are involved. It helps to find condoms that fit you, not too tightly or too loosely. Either too tight or too loose can really mess things up. Learn how to use lubricant if necessary (and even with women who naturally lubricate a lot, condoms dry things up and usually lubricant is necessary).

A big, big obstacle to getting and maintaining an erection is coming too often. Stop. Why do you need to come? Are orgasms so good that you'd rather suffer the rest of the time? Just stop. You don't need them. Try not coming for a week and then see if you can then get and maintain an erection easily after that. That would be the first thing I'd try.

But when you don't come, you have trouble getting to sleep, I can hear some dude saying. Is that your complaint? Keep breathing. In a few minutes, you'll probably be fine, and you'll get to sleep almost as well as if you came. Or maybe you don't want to roll over and go to sleep. Maybe, like many women, she'd rather talk, or get up and do something else before bed. Maybe she'd like to take a short break and then fuck some more. You'll be up for any of that if you don't come. Much better.

Other factors that will affect your libido include more obvious things like whether you're not at all stressed out, whether you're eating and sleeping regularly and things like that, as well as whether you find your partner to be especially attractive or not. For some, whether he's in love with her or not makes a huge difference. Another factor that can make a big difference is if you're lucky enough to hook up with someone who shares what may be a common or less common fetish of one sort or another.

I think that sums up the major points. Hope you found this useful. Feedback welcome.