Than the Sun for Shining

This is just over 7000 words, around a 40 minute read, so pretty short for me these days (the next one is a small novel). This story is as oral fixated as ever, with plenty of climaxes. Hopefully thought provoking too.

I write for the joy of writing but also, I hope, for the joy of the reader. Having said that, I rarely hear from any readers here. So if you like it, let me know won't you? It's a lonely world.

Bon Apetit!

BC

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OK, so I don't understand women. I know I'm not that bright, so I don't understand much of anything, but women confuse the hell out of me. I mean, you'd think after being married to a woman for twenty years, and having two perfect daughters, you'd work something out, right?

But no. They're a mystery. Give me some tools and some wood and I'll build you a house. Give me a kitchen, I'll cook you a meal. Shit, give me a hug and I'll drive you wherever you want to go and fix whatever you want when we get there. But give me a woman to please... not a clue. Now we're not talking about day-to-day stuff, or at work. In those places, I get them. All you really need to get on with anyone is respect and a sense of humour. I understand women day-to-day. No, I'm talking about love. And in my wife's case, I'm talking between-the-sheets. I mean, I think I know how to keep her happy in bed, but clearly I don't have a clue.

Let me tell you about the time I realised this, for certain.

Now my wife, Camille, she's a real beauty. I know, I'm not supposed to look at her like an object, and yes she's impressive as hell and loving and a great soul and all that, but what can I say? She's also fucking gorgeous. I mean the opposite to me. Where I'm big and lumpy and bulky and hard, she's small and sleek and slim and soft. I'm bald as a rock up top but my chest and arms and legs are furry, she's got long, dark silky hair and her body's statue smooth. My girls say my face looks mean and that my smile is a frown, but Cammie's face is kind and generous and her smile... damn, it lights up the room-- the whole neighbourhood. Lips like pillows, eyes that fill the world. Don't laugh. I mean it.

Anyway, so it was our anniversary, and I said to her, listen you always make all the effort and spoil me, let me spoil you this time. She understood I was talking about sex. I mean we have a pretty good sex life, like plenty of shagging and, you know, the licking stuff, but on special occasions she always makes me feel like a king, like a fucking god. Mostly, my wife is very sweet and polite, you'd never guess she's so cheeky, even dirty-minded, when it comes to sex, and every anniversary she proves it. So this time, I said, sweetheart, I want to make you feel like you make me feel. Like a god. A goddess.

"Umm," she said. "OK."

So here's what I did. And you better prepare yourself, because I'm going to tell you, blow by blow, how hard I tried to make Cammie feel special. It's important you know, in detail, the effort I went to.

I got my ma to look after the kids, obviously, then I filled the bathroom with candles and ran a hot bath with this expensive bath oil in it, and I made her favourite cocktail -- pornstar martini, ha ha. When she saw it all she freaked, in a good way. So I let her have a good long soak and a tipple while I made her favourite dinner, pasta puttanesca, with roasted tomatoes, chili and capers instead of anchovy because she's veggie. I even made the pasta. I even made a herb salad on the side, instead of garlic bread, the way she likes it. When she came out of the bath she was all sleepy and smelling delicious. She wolfed her food -- that polite little woman eats like she fucks, I mean like its her last. She only stays slim by keeping busy, and running for an hour every day I suppose. The kids call her "Madame Mange Two" because she's French and they're half French, and because she always has seconds of like, everything.

After dinner, I took her to the bedroom -- more candles, scented ones -- and laid her down and I used more fancy oil to massage her from fingertips to toes, not in a grabby or leery way either, a simple, relaxing rub-down, even though I was naked and hard as a motherfucker. She kept nestling my wood between her bum cheeks and joggling at it when I rubbed her shoulders. She found this amusing, I mean my erection, and me ignoring it. She was pretty wet, down there, and not from the bath, but I didn't laugh at her horniness.

So, all good, right? Look at me, I totally understood this woman. She was smiling all dreamy, her belly was full, and she was flushed and dripping from my leathery old paws. So I took it up a notch, and before I turned her over to rub her front, I slid her feet apart, and sent a hand between her thighs, under her bum, into the slippy marshmallow. She chuckled and made noises like a creaky door and squirmed on my fingers and in seconds her bottom was quivering and she was cursing. She only swears when she cums, ("My cunt's cumming, my cunt's cumming!") so that's pretty convenient for a dumbass like me who wouldn't know when he'd hit the spot otherwise.

Now remember I told you we call her Madame Mange-Two? Well that applies to everything, so whenever she cums she always, but always, wants to cum again. No problemo. I understood that alright. So I flipped her over, got more oil, and rubbed her front down too. This was pretty funny because the front of a woman, it's just all playground isn't it? I mean kissy lips and boobs and bits, and Cammie was pretty horned up for her orgasmic seconds and kept shoving my hands down to her hips. It's a good game, keeping my wife on the boil, but I can't tease her too long or she gets pouty, so her front only got a quick going-over before I took her bits in hand to put her out of her misery. And this is how cheeky she is: I was standing by her face, reaching down to probe her slot and strum her clit, so she nuzzled her face under my cock so it rested its head on those pillowy lips. Not a blowjob or nothing, not even a kiss really, but just that, her soft mouth slightly open and her breath all hot on me. Damn fine sensation I have to say, especially when she came again, grasping my hand tight between her thighs, and twitching and jerking at it.

So you're thinking, mate, what's your problem? I mean what's not to understand here? You made your lovely wife cum twice already.

Bear with me.

I let her calm a little, kissing her and stuff, and I mean who doesn't love their wife to bits when she's just cum and she's all slinky and giggly? She reached for my dick, and pulled it to her face, and usually I'd let her have a little suck, even if we're going to shag, because she likes it, she says she finds it calming, and it also gets her madly wet. But not today. I even told her, Babe, today you're gonna feel like a goddess.

So I kissed her from lips, to nipples, to belly and finally to the little brown tuft of her pussy. She'd trimmed down there and lasered all her undercarriage so it was a lovely place to smooch and lick. Especially now, all puffed up from her double orgasm. I kissed her lightly -- she was still a bit twitchy from my fingers -- then circled in until she propped her feet on my shoulders, lolled her knees open, and reached down to spread her lips wide for me. I understood that body language all right. Perhaps I was being selfish, because I do love eating my wife, and I made this last for...ever. While she stroked my head, keeping me in place probably, I licked her till her hole pulsed, kissing me back, then I waited a bit, then carried on. But when her swearing started, and she grasped her legs by the back of the knee and yanked them wide, I stopped mucking about. I took all her sloppy flesh into me and motor-mouthed her clit.

She went insane -- "My cunt's cumming my cunt's cumming!" -- and wriggled and rutted at my face, squealing into a witchy cackling. This always makes me laugh too and she says that's so bassy it's like a vibrator on her clit and gets too much too quick. She starfished her fingers over her pussy, barring me from it, jerking and not even able to touch herself while she arched and panted out her orgasm.

I wiped my mouth and watched my love writhe out her bliss on our big old bed, her hair all over her face and cheeks bright pink on the white linen. After a bit, she huffed a long sigh, sat up and pulled back her hair. "Merde," she said.

Then she caught sight of me, and her eyes slit. I was rubbing myself, deliberately because I knew she loved it when I wanked for her. Inside, I counted down from thirty. Twenty nine. Twenty eight.

Cammie's a bright soul, so it's funny how serious she looks when she's horny. Her burning stare latched to my fist as it rubbed my big old dick for her. She bit her pout, played with her hair, and waved her knee.

Three. Two. One.

She growled.

"More," she said.

She stood and wobbled across the mattress to place a foot on my chest and kick me onto my back. She straddled my face, all the while, watching me rubbing myself, sighing "Oh oui..." even as she squatted and splodged her pussy back on my happy gob. She used to be a dancer, so to her this pose was as comfy as sitting on me. She could hang out there all day if it didn't make her cum so quick.

See. I did that. Or I expected it anyway. Everything was going exactly to plan. Bit by bit, surely, I was making Cammie feel worshipped, like a goddess. In this rude position, her podgy wet pussy filled my mouth and all I had to do was slurp the salty groove between her lips to get her off, it was hardly any work at all. She really loves me to wank while I lick her, so in moments she was ready to cum again. She bent over my wanking fist, kissing it and licking now and then, her hips shaking above me. She held her lips loosely around my taut bulb and it joggled between them, and I let her suck me this time, because I wasn't going to cum yet and she always cums in a sixty-nine. Also, I hoped that by denying her a suck earlier, I'd wound up her need. I mean, I often have the same need, to get my wife's sex in my mouth, so I believe her when she says she needs to suck me sometimes, just for herself. And remember, Camille is the dirtiest nice girl you could ever meet.

So yes, I totally understood this woman this far, because as soon as my cock got wrapped in its warm, wet happy place, and the second her lips closed round it and she hummed her own vibrator hums over me, she shuddered and froze and squeaked her Madame Mange-Two, second oral orgasm into my cock.

There was nothing I could do trapped in the gooey dark between her thighs, my cock trapped in her grunting mouth. I just let her ride me, and grind it out, then collapse off me onto her side, curled over her hands, tittering. She dug a finger into herself and popped it, wet, into her mouth. She always licks her fingers after cumming, she says she finds it comforting. So, gentlemen that I am, I offered her a kiss. Her happy pussy had slimed me up good, and now she licked and kissed herself from my lips. But this didn't calm her. It lit her up again. When she opened her eyes, they were on fire, because there's only one thing my love needs after cunnilingus, and that's good, deep fuck.

While we kissed, I laid her out on her front and put a pillow under her hips. I'd planned it all out. She's told me before this was her fave position. I threw my leg over her hips, and dug my cock under her bum into that slobbery flesh. Cammie says my dick is thicker than most, and she loves the filled feeling it gives her, so this position, with her legs closed, I hoped would even improve that. It must've too, because her "Oh oui..." dropped an octave as I finally pushed home. She rolled on my meat, twisting to kiss with me lodged in her for a bit before I pulled back, and plunged to make her gasp.

I ploughed on. I won't lie, I'd had a wank earlier, so I wouldn't cum too quick. I was pretty pleased with myself in fact, I was giving her a fine old seeing to. She panted and pushed back on me, like chewing on my dick, feeding on it, blathering husky French over her shoulder and urging me on to a gallpop. Soon I was pumping so hard the bed walloped the wall and my hips went slap-slap-slap on her bottom wobbling it like the best jelly ever. And all the while she was all, "Oui! Oh! Oui!"

She jolted rigid and grunted and hissed, "OUI!", and her cunt like squeezed on my piledriving cock, fluttering on it, on my pushes, one, two, three, four... then she flopped beneath me like I'd yanked out her batteries, but for her sing-song, happy sighs.

All good. But this is where I got confused.

Like I said, I had a plan, right? And It had two parts. Listen, when we first got together in our early twenties, I thought my new girl, with her double helpings of everything all the time, I thought she'd never stop cumming. And it was an ego trip for me because she said she'd never been like it with any other fella and that she just couldn't get enough of me. Well, I don't know if that's true. I mean I'd seen her at an all-you-can-eat chinese buffet. Cammie's appetites were insane whatever shit you put in front of her.

Anyway, she said her seventh orgasm was always her biggest and always left her satisfied -- the only time she didn't need "seconds". "The seventh wave," she described it. "Like surfing? The seventh wave, like the seventh orgasm, it is always the biggest and strongest. It is just nature, and women are deeply connected to nature and the oceans."

Hmm. Knowing Cammie was a woman who came in pairs, it looked like this mysterious seventh orgasm was just the greedy third helping from the paired orgasm before it, however many she'd had before. Three-in-a-row would do anyone in. But whatever, she knew best. It seemed true enough in practice though, one way or another she never came more than seven times in a session, and that seventh always left her snoring. At least it took that many when we were younger. These days we rarely managed it. I mean who has the time? But tonight I was going for it, the magical seventh wave. That's why I'd done her twice with my fingers, twice with my mouth, ploughed her to one cock orgasm and was about to flip her over to take her to her second helping of fuck bliss. So six in all. Then...

Then I was going to make her fantasy come true. I was going to cum in her pussy, and all over it, then I was going to go down on her again. She'd mentioned reading about this on Mumsnet earlier in the year. Some bloke went down on his missus after he'd cum in her, and the woman went wild and jumped onto social media to boast about it to the world. As you do. Cammie always loved me cumming on her clit, but said the thought of me then licking her bits clean sounded, in her words. "Super hot." It's all she fantasised when we wanked together ("Then, you pull your beautiful cock out of me and your spunk, it squirts all over my minou, all hot and thick, and dribbles out of me too, and... Merde.. You.. oh.. You smile... and bend down... Ah... and eat my... eat my cummy cunt-- OH! My cunt's cumming my cunt's cumming!). So anyway, she'd wanted me to try for ages, but I gotta say, I wasn't too keen. I kept putting it off.

But that night I told myself, I was gonna do it. I'd give my wife seven orgasms, the last with her favourite fantasy. That'd make her feel like a goddess, right? How much more worshipful could a man get?

So without quitting my diggling for her second cock orgasm, even while she was still floppy from her first, I turned her onto her side, foetal, clawing her breast, her mouth gaped and eyes shut. Her pussy was so wet it'd oozed all over her clit and I tickled it as I fucked her, hoping it'd feel kind of like a tongue down there for her too. Anyway, she was soon moaning again, and it was easy to throw a leg over my shoulder and have her finally splayed out on her back. Cammie is at her most gorgeous at this time, a little smile on her lips, panting lightly, and totally trusting me. She opened her arms and I fell into them and she gripped me tight, while I rutted her in long, firm strokes, and we kissed and got gushy with I love yous for a bit. I was kissing her neck but she took my face and held it over hers to look at me, into me, just beaming. I had to swallow a lump in my throat. Sometimes love is like that isn't it? I mean its just too fucking much. It swelled over us, and she whimpered. My hips were pushing fast, too fast, I didn't want to cum just yet, I still wanted her sixth first. So I slowed and moved deeper, grinding with each shove in a way that rubs her clit and always gets her huffing French in my ear, even though it's not the plunging feel I need to get off. It worked. She wrapped her legs around my ass, and arms around my neck and stiffened under me. I dug, ground, dug, ground, I added a wriggle to my hips and she burst "Oui!" so I kept that up and she shuddered and clawed my shoulders, "T'arette pas, t'arette-- OH!"

Her pussy clenched hard on my dick, and I rumbled laughter into her ear, and kissed the spot she liked under her neck, and steadily dug and ground. She got impossibly wet, I love it when she actually cums, and our bits made squelching sounds as her orgasm passed and I picked up my pace again. I was in a press-up over her, and she was ragdoll floppy under me, biting the back of her knuckle, bouncing back and forth under me as I finally fucked at the pace I needed to cum.

And fuck my fucking wank earlier, I found couldn't do it, I couldn't let go. Also I was pretty nervous about licking up my own stuff, even for my wife's delight. I was still putting it off I guess.

No, I thought. Make her feel like a goddess. Man up. She stroked my cheek. "Oui," she whispered. "Cum." She curled up to me, nuzzled and plucked soft kisses all over my face. "Cum, my love." That did it for me. Here goes nothing. I leant back, so she could see my torso bunching as I fucked her. Faster, harder. She dug her heels at my flanks like I was some horse. Go boy, go. I pulled her pussy onto me, fast as a wanking fist. Now. Now.

I pulled out, and blasted one great load over her clitoris and pussy lips, and quickly shoved inside to pump the rest inside her.

"Merde," Cammie gasped, her eyes wide as I stirred my still cumming cock inside her, while my first shot rolled thickly over her clit and labia. "Oh oui." She made to run her fingers through the cream, but I held her wrists away, then took a big, brave breath and... went down.

It was alright actually, I tasted just like Cammie. What was the big deal? I lapped my dribbling cum up from her slot, all over her thick inner lips, and slowly, carefully cleaned her up good, making sure to coat it all up over her clit to suck it off there.

"Oh mon Dieu," she said, peering down at me, spreading her lips, watching me lick her clean. "Fucking hell."

"Hmm" I said, like she does sucking me. I even let her see the stuff on my tongue like she does for me too. Surely this was her ultimate. She was quiet. Good. There was always a quiet before the storm. More stuff dribbled from her hole, and I licked it over her clit and sucked it off again, and she shuddered, like right from her bones, and I braced for the biggest orgasm of my wife's, my goddesses, life.

But she stroked my head, and gently pushed me off her. "Look at you," she said. "Wowser."

Then she dragged me up beside her and nestled into me. She kissed me, and smacked her lips. "You taste like blowjobs." She sniggered. "Super hot." Then she fell asleep.

The next day, and for weeks after, we never spoke of it.

Did I make her feel like a goddess? I don't think so. I mean she didn't cum that last time, she just said. "Wowser." Who the fuck says "Wowser?" She never even said that again. She thanked me the next day for the bath and meal and the "Lovely shag." But no mention of anything else. Worse, we didn't have sex for weeks after, and I don't think that was because I'd satisfied her. I must've turned her off with my Mumsnet cum play. After all that effort. I felt like a fucking idiot.