Kellie and I have been married for nearly 20 years now. We were married young with virtually no experience in relationships or sex. Prior to our two-year romance just after high school, we only dated a few people, and never went all the way with any of them. Although we had some sexual encounters we were actually virgins when we started dating at eighteen!
We dated for a little over a year and by that time Kellie was just nineteen and I was twenty. We made the commitment and had a big traditional church wedding with flowing gowns, organ music; you know the kind. When I look at the photos and think back, we were really just kids playing house.
It took some of the rockiest times of our early marriage to eventually reveal just how committed we would both become to a life together. This has become a twenty year adventure of love, companionship, and hot sexual passion.
Let me preface the extreme detail of the coming story with a side note. The level of trust, intimacy, and pure sexual freedom that this story reveals, can only be achieved by two people who are equally committed in a lifelong marriage to each other. I believe it's this level of commitment and trust that unlocks the doorway to deeper sexuality. This committed environment is the best place to produce true and open sharing. That allows a relationship to lead places only dreamed of by less committed couples; places where fantasies can be made real.
Now because we married so young and inexperienced, Kellie and I have fumbled along in our sexual roles over the years. We picked up tips from books, friends, and our own candid conversations. But just recently I have had an epiphany of sorts. That is to say, I have come to understand that some of the shortcomings we experienced in our bedroom were due to a lack of understanding on my part. I was not fulfilling my sexual role of drawing out Kellie's unique and very female sexuality. Nor was I providing the kind of stimulation she needed to really let loose during sex.
I can't really get into every facet of detail on this, but suffice it to say I'll reveal a little more in future stories I share with you. With all of the regular things is place, like really listening to Kellie, paying physical attention to her, and spending enough time together, I can discuss one of the roles that I realized was necessary to play in the bedroom.
As a leader in the relationship, I discovered that this extended to bedroom; a place where I had actually been falling short on directing. I needed to act as a loving guide, and even sexual instructor that would be keenly aware of her needs. It's much like a personal trainer in the gym. They need to understand where you are, where you want to go, your true limits, and those limits you have placed on yourself. A leader challenges you, and draws you out to become your best.
I realized it was time for me to take control of the sexual game. By focusing on shattering Kellie's inhibitions, her sexual fears, and her body comfort levels, I could finally draw her into a more passion filled game. It' an intentional game that I designed to stretch the envelope of her own heated desires and takes her to the next level.
Kellie has no problem achieving orgasms and she is amazingly sexy when she cums. Just watching the way her firm body tenses up, the light brown nipples of her 36D tits becoming fully erect, and finally the arching of her smooth back is enough to drive me wild. While she's cumming, her breath becomes quickened, and her mouth often opens slightly as she sexily convulses several times before coming back down from her orgasms. She is usually multi-orgasmic, and I nearly explode just watching her get off several times with a vibrator. I often encourage her to cum again and again just to watch; it's so extremely hot to see!
On the other hand, Kellie only rarely achieves orgasms from penetration alone. Since I love to go down on her hot pussy with my tongue or have her use a vibrator during sex, it's never a problem. However, this is where my fantasy idea began.
As a bit of a voyeur, I love to watch Kellie get off. Accordingly, I saw an opportunity to coach her in some penetration training. I wanted to see how worked up she could get from penetration without the vibrator or my tongue on her clit. This fantasy would drive me wild visually, while I instructed her in savoring the many sensations of pure sexual penetration. I felt this would allow her an opportunity to fully loose herself in the experience while knowing it wasn't really her idea, but mine. I felt that perhaps being led would allow her permission to loose the usual inhibitions.
This fantasy meant that my cock could not be the tool for the job. I needed to remain a non participant, and voyeur coach. I wanted to watch and encourage her to take this ride without any concern for my needs. Without the distraction of any interrupted rhythm, pattern, position, or depth, she could be selfishly guided by her own body's signals.
I know it's completely normal for women to require clitoral stimulation in order to reach an orgasm, so my goal wasn't to somehow get her to that point by this penetration exercise. But I did want to give her a chance to really concentrate on every sensation in her pussy alone. She could be in control, and set her own smooth pace in and out, savoring the rhythms, and being able to get lost in every detail. If she did orgasm vaginally from the sexy play, I also thought it might get her more in tune with her own needs during our regular sex.
With that goal in mind, I set out to purchase a lifelike plastic cock that was similar in size and shape to my own. It would also need a suction cup bottom so it could be placed in such a way that she could ride it. It would be as if she were on top and in full control. I was able to locate a high quality, skin like dildo at a local adult shop. It was close in overall size and shape to my own. Molded from an actual penis, it was slightly longer than mine, and with the exception of the actual cock head, just a bit thicker too. I thought the difference in size and shape may actually enhance her experience. I was now one step closer to pulling my plan together; but how to tell Kellie?
I have found the best time to share my fantasy ideas with Kellie is when we're both already in the mood for sex, or even while getting it on. It seems to disarm the awkwardness of opening that secret door to fantasies when one or both are not aroused. However, there is still a vulnerable place that exists in bearing ones secret desires, aroused or not; even after nearly twenty years of marriage.
One Saturday morning while lying in bed later than usual, Kellie and I began to get a little frisky. She had removed her smooth satin jimmies, and I had slipped off my boxers. We were lying close together and my cock already stood straight out in anticipation. I'm of average cock size but get very erect, and acutely rock solid! If I had laid flat on my back, our bed would have looked like a camping tent.
