The Big Blue Dude Comes To Our Aide

Just the other day, I had been planning how to get my wife alone in bed to **** her brains out, when it happened.

You see, I had been busy at work, tired all week long, and when we missed our regular weekend session for screwing cause the kids were under foot, I feared that we would be put off another week.

This doesn't work well, cause I know my system well enough. I know that the production of *****, *****, and whatever additional love juices goes on in my groin, will not wait two weeks. I've got to have a release before that or else my body will take over.

Now, when I was in high school, this meant I'd have a wet dream or a nocturnal emission, when I'd have a sexy dream and wake to find that either I'd started to pee or come, and then my body would be *********** without any stimulation. For those who have not experienced this, it can be very jarring, and produces a good amount of guilt, shame and embarrassment.

But the solution seems so simple: regular relations. And for most couples, this is not a problem. Just go to bed earlier, and screw before falling asleep. Except in our case, we are on different shifts. I work late, and she rises early. So anything in between with severely impinge one or the other of our sleep schedules.

The couple of times that I have woken her or rolled over to start kissing and fondling her as soon as I got home, she usually responds, but doesn't always come. And she almost always complains that she is tired the next day at work.

If we get it on early in the morning, I find I oversleep and will frequently develop a headache through the course of my work day, and then want to stay up late the next night when I get to feeling better.

So, when we missed our weekend "date", I knew that I was going to be busting to come as the week got later and later. And I was right. All my free thoughts, when I would let my mind wander, turned to thoughts of sex...where, when, who, how, and imagining what we'd do.

Each night when I'd get home, there'd be a note on the table telling me of her plans for the next day, stating that she'd have to get to work early. In part, it was her way of warning me that she was not interested in sex late at night.
Once, when she came back from the bathroom, we were kissing and getting aroused, and while I was just about read to mount her, she simply said, 'Have I  told you how much I hate this late at night?"  I simply rolled over and let her go. I've never tried to make love to her at night again.

But by the weekend, I have having major erections several times during the night, and every morning when I woke, but unfortunately, she'd be snoring or gone already. I was on the verge of taking things into my own hands, but knew that again, I'd be tired at work, and might develop a major headache later in the day, so I resisted. Still, each time I teased myself without building to a climax, my blood pressure would shoot up and my head would hurt a bit all day.

I had to come.

So, this last Friday, when I got home at midnight, I ******** off my clothes and walked across the bedroom in the dark. As I went, I dropped my shorts so that I wore only a tee-shirt, and was nude and erect below. I slid between the sheets and felt her role over, a hand snaking out to feel the warmth of my hip as I nestled between the sheets. But she didn't feel my ****. She made no attempt.

I tossed and turned, and almost dropped off to sleep, as I felt her get up in the night to use the bathroom. I threw my legs apart and made sure one was over on her side, so she couldn't get in without impacting it and feeling what it was. This usually lead to her finding my **** and would lead to sex.
When she returned, she slipped inside the sheets, and carefully positioned herself, without bumping me. I had pulled my leg back slightly and she missed it. I felt her foot hit mine, but that was it. As I was about to turn toward her and embrace her, I heard her start to snore.

I tossed and turned a bit, and felt my erection, and wiggled it a little, but she didn't stir. I felt my erection flag a little, and figured it was either time to fish or cut bait. I either needed to jack off or else let it subside. So, I ran a hand down it once and then let it go. I drifted off to sleep.

But come the morning, as I rolled over, I found her laying on her back. I ran one hand under her night gown and rubbed her chest gently, sweeping past the boobs and up to her neck and shoulders. Impossible for her to role away, she flicked one hand a little and found the bottom hem of my tee-shirt. She was a inch or two too high from reaching my ****.

Trying to be subtle, I rubbed her a bit more, sweeping down her chest, cupping a breast for a moment, but not pinching the nip, and then down to her abdomen where I swept over her bush. I returned my hand up to her breast, and cradled it. Her breathing became more deep, and after my hand became more sweaty against her breast, I moved it down slightly, and she startled as she woke. The movement and sudden loss of warmth around her breast had jolted her awake again. I moved my hand to the other breast as I crept up an inch or two, and then she started flicking my ****, or just the head of it, all she could reach with her fingertips.

Instantly, it responded and became full and stiff, as I delighted in her gentle touch, teasing me, keeping me aroused. I reached down and after a few gentle strokes of her pubic region, petted her ***** and let one finger slip between the folds of her lips. She was moist, but not wet yet. So I repeated the strokes and ran one finger up between her moist lips. The finger found her ****, which was wet and budding, and i gently circled it with my fingertip.
Once in a while she would let out a little gasp, and jerk, but I knew this is not an ******, but an overload of sensation. Her **** was becoming too sensitive and she involuntarily was ******* away from it. After a few more passes down her crevice, I wet my finger in her vagina and dragged the finger up her slit, passing over the **** and feeling her squirm again.

I leaned back to reach the nightstand and our bottle of Moist sex lube, and she gripped my **** in one hand firmly. I was stiff as a board, and strained to reach backwards over my head to open the drawer and feel the pump bottle. I brought it back and pumped it once, but no liquid came out. Then I felt it running down the backside of my hand and realized I had the push button bottle backwards. I turned it, gave a pump on my fingertips and ran the hand back down to her *****, depositing the all the double dose of wetness in her lips and rubbing them thoroughly, but gently. She responded by stroking my shaft lightly, and concentrating on the most sensitive spot.

Could she not feel my **** weep?  Usually by now, she would spread that wetness with one finger around the head of the **** and stimulate the glans, then edge and the hole over and over.  It would help spur me along.

She pulled her nightgown up, and turned her hips towards my groin, spreading her legs to give me access to her *****. And with a little re-positioning  I found I could approach her from underneath, and probe her lips while on my side. A moment or two later, I was sliding inside her vagina and gripping one boob firmly with my free hand. She lightly played with her nip, extending above my grip and teased herself as I rocked slowly in and out.  Her other hand probably played at her other nip, but I couldn't tell.

Then, I felt her other hand snake down between her lips and she was stroking her lips and ****, while the other teased her hip. I was gripping her breast, not to firmly, but squeezing it a little, making the nip pop out between my fingers, and my **** continued its slow rocking between her buttocks into her vagina. She was wet but it wasn't building me any.

After several minutes of this, she ran one finger down to her vagina and swept some moisture backup to her **** and continued to rub a little more vigorously. I tried to thrust a little faster, but found I wasn't getting enough friction, and wasn't going to come this way, so I slowed and stopped, holding steady while I felt the sensation return to my **** and her jiggling herself both below and at her nipple.

Suddenly, I felt my insides contract and I KNEW I was starting to come, whether I wanted to or not. The gentle vibration from her jiggling herself was just enough to trigger my reflex as the sensation resumed in my ****. I started to thrust firm and hard into her, frantically, trying to build my excitement before it was too late, and I clutched at her boob, squeezing firmly as I started to gasp and whimper. Within a moment or two, certainly no more than two or three thrusts, my prostate started pumping and I could feel my ***** ooze from my ****. I was coming and coming inside her, and I thrust and crawled, squirming against her, trying to get deeper and deeper into that pleasure palace of hers before it was over.

My **** continued to pulse and I could feel my prostate continue to squeeze and pulse, and the ***** kept coming and coming. It was a large load, one that had built for two weeks and it was basically just oozing out my head as I thrust in it and squirmed to feel as much as I could before my **** melted away. It already was, so I started to slow and rocked a bit slower, releasing her breast and feeling the warm wetness all over my **** in her *****.

As I stopped and heaved a loud sigh, she stopped playing with herself, and shifted her hips a bit, and my limp **** slid  out  and laid on her *******. I pulled the rest of the way back, separating from her, and cuddled against her hip, one hand on the other breast, passive.

It might have been three minutes before she whispered to me, "Do you think you could find our big blue dude?" And I knew she hadn't come, but still wanted more penetration that I just couldn't do myself any more. I reached back and just as I had reached the lube, I found the blue jelly dong that waits for this time.

I nosed him up against her lips, but they were a bit dry, and she had lowered her hips, so I was against her ****. She winced and rocked her hips up, offering her vagina to him, and without much more difficulty, I slid him into her wet and waiting *****, up to the hilt.

This model has a pair of large textured balls at the base which I like to hang onto when shoving it in and out of her. I pushed it in a couple of times, and felt the length disappear deeply into her until I met some resistance. It was the balls pushing against her lips. I pulled it back and plunged it into her slowly a couple of times and she reached down to play with herself again. She loves the full length of it filling her vagina.

I could feel the ***** dripping from my own limp ****, so I sat up and said, "I've got to go to the bathroom."  I left the big blue dude deep inside her ***** as I swung my legs out of bed and then walked nude and dripping across the floor.  I figured she could pull it out or use it as she wanted for a few moments.

My bladder was still full from overnight, so when I sat on the toilet, it took a moment for the flow of urine to make it's way up my urethra and out my ****, still slightly distended. The stream of urine continued for a minute until I was almost empty. I wiped it's end with a bit of toilet paper and it attempted to stick to the drying ***** coating my glans. I reached over and turned on the water tap in the tub.

I stood up, flushed the toilet and then turned the water diverter to shower as the water started to spray into the tub. I stepped in, but back from the cold stream as it washed the love juices off my groin, the water chilly and cold.  As it just about warmed up, I had finished my quick rinse, and shut off the water. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off from my waist down to my feet.  I hung the towel and walked back into the bedroom nude.

I walked around to the bedside, and flipped up the sheets slipping inside to get warm again and nestled against my wife. I cupped her breast again and felt her tugging at the nip, something she usually doesn't do until she's highly aroused.
With my free hand, I reached down and found the base of the ***** still within her, but she was shoving it into her steadily and was vigorously rubbing her **** with her hand. As I took over it and ran it in and out a few times to make sure it was lubed up, she shivered and quivered a couple of times, and I realized that she was coming. These were orgasmic contractions, and she was reacting to my shoving the **** into her with a couple of final spasmodic contractions.

That's when it hit me. She had been stimulating herself with the dong, rubbing herself and playing with her nip all the while I was in the bathroom, if not in the shower. And when she heard the shower start up, she figured I was done with her, so she plunged on to a climax.  And this was just a final few contractions.

She must have been surprised that I returned to the bed and joined in again.
She finished her climax and heaved a sigh of relief, and pulled the ***** from within her. I just let it go and cuddled against her, feeling her warmth and the beat of her heart return to normal.

I'm not sure how long we laid like that, but I drifted off to sleep. Some three hours later, I woke and she was gone, I was alone and nude in bed. I rolled over and couldn't find the lube or the blue dude, so I knew that she had gotten up and cleaned up, but I had fallen asleep again. If I didn't get up right away, I knew I was going to have a headache, so I heaved a deep sigh and thought about our lovemaking.

Was it really lovemaking, or were we just using each other to get off, separately, taking our turns? It didn't matter. It's what was working for us, and she had gotten off, just like I had. Then I realized that was the first time I had caught her giving herself an ****** without me. That was the first time I knew that she had used a dong on herself to bring herself to climax alone. It was always there, always waiting, but this was the first time I ever KNEW that she had used it. And it pleased me, no threat at all. Cause I knew she was interested in sex, and could pleasure herself when I wasn't around. And when I was, we could still accommodate our different schedules and get off.

Now, if we could just get into a regular weekend cycle, I might not feel so damn horny during the second week. I wonder if we could set time aside to do this regularly without the kids underfoot?
studfinder studfinder
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Jan 20, 2013