Another Time, Another Place

April licked his testicles for a few minutes until they loosened and hung like two heavy sacks. Virgil heard the words “teabag” announced in the form of a question. He was motionless for a brief moment while he deciphered the meaning of her inquiry. After a quick glance at April’s open mouth, he understood what she wanted him to do. He spread his legs further apart very slowly. The process lower

ed both sacs into her wide opened mouth, reminiscent of dunking two teabags into a cup of hot water. April closed her mouth carefully around his crown jewels. They felt like soft marbles and she swirled her tongue around them. With a delicate touch, she pulled on the sacs and was surprised when her ears intercepted the repeated word, “harder.” Her mouth’s grip tightened, she pulled down, added the swirl of her tongue and felt his flesh stretch. When he felt her mouth go through the motion of a swallow, Virgil thought his wife had been possessed by a sex goddess. Nevertheless, it had been years since there was this much excitement with their intimacy.

Hell, a great part of him felt like he was being fucked; especially when April started massaging the outer rim of his rectum. His first reaction was to tense his muscles, one that included clamped butt cheeks that a hydraulic drill couldn’t open. But, after a few moments of a guitar strum tenderly across the forbidden zone, Virgil relaxed and enjoyed the extra special touch April performed. With Virgil’s jewels still in her mouth, April somehow articulated to him that it was time.

Virgil’s take on the sexual encounter thus far was something far more than thrilling. April could have hung him upside down on a rope by his big toes and he would have complied. He backed his body away, positioned himself on his knees between her spread legs, and held his iron rod in his hand, waiting for the next command. April raised her legs, bent each knee and held them in place opposite each of her ears.

“Give it to me now,” April spoke.

In the vulnerable position, Virgil had easy access to April’s wet jewel. He was excited with anticipation. A new freak in his wife, a high school-like hard-on coupled with the excitement of the unknown made him manly and confident. He slid his tool into her wet haven as if he had ten thick inches and began grinding his hips onto her with a decisive objective. Realistically, he wasn’t deep enough in her to be anything more than an object out of place. Virgil was in the girls’ pushup position. He gazed at her with a childlike innocence.

“Don’t move,” April spoke seductively.

She lowered her legs; the maneuver automatically rotated the pelvic area downward on an arch. Virgil managed to keep himself from being disturbed when he felt his manliness begin to escape from within her womanhood. April’s “right there” comment restored his confidence. April’s pelvic swing positioned his penis from just penetrating through the haven’s opening to where Virgil’s hardness rested diagonally across her clitoris. The mushroom part of his tool was a mere movement away from her part that needed to be stimulated. A sensual nod from April was her way of instructing him to proceed. All Virgil had to do was start a continuous friction movement on her clitoris. At first he tried the in-and-out, up-and-down thing. He received great pleasure in feeling his head travel back and forth between her silky wet lips, but the session wasn’t about him. It was about her and finally pleasing the one he loved with what he was born with.

He moved back to April’s original position. She smiled. This time he performed a friction creating a sawing move instead of pumping her. The sensation of her wet lips remained present, but he also sensed April getting into what he did. He watched her face deliberately, captured each expression in his mind like Tivo would a movie.

As April’s facial expression began to intensify, passionate moans accompanied them. Each time the rim of his head rubbed against and over her jewel, he felt a tremor in her legs. For April, the repetitive movement of his shaft sliding against the sensitized cherry, and then abruptly changing to the softer mushroom cloud, had her in the midst of a slow-climbing climax. She enjoyed what was best described as the “snap on, snap off” sensation. This sensual feeling occurred for a quick second when the rim of his head pulled against her clitoris, then released to the softer outer mushroom. When the direction was reversed, the outer mushroom gave her an increased sensation as her clitoris rode the edge of the umbrella and then fastened itself back in place to ultimately gain a different eroticism from sliding on the harder sawing shaft. Virgil’s mind recorded everything from the intensity of her eyes to the speechless way she sometimes held her mouth open.

He was pleasing her with his manhood. It made him proud, and it elevated his ego and made him feel like a real man. Somewhere between the passionate cries and moans, Virgil heard the words, “almost there.” Two simple words electrified him greatly. His lifelong dream was being answered. She was about to explode absent the aid of hard plastic, gelled toys and vibrating objects.

“Cum on my dick,” Virgil demanded.

He spoke the words as if he’d recited them a thousand times. They bordered on the chauvinistic line. April might have chuckled inside if she wasn’t too far gone under the eroticism spell. She had reached the plateau.

“I’m…,” April screamed.

Virgil heard the last word to the familiar phrase held and sung like a long note in a song. It stretched, increased in volume and pitch, and ultimately ended with a loud squeal. Virgil continued to move until his wife begged him to stop because her jewel had become overly sensitive. He kissed her all over each breast, up her neck and passionately in the mouth. It wasn’t their first kiss, yet it was. The kiss carried a new sentiment and deeper love for each other.

April breathed heavily. She lowered her legs, straightened them out and slid them together. This move forced Virgil’s tool outside of her entrance. April then felt Virgil’s manhood throb. She held her legs as straight as possible, caressed his tool with all of her steamy wetness and despite the state of her clitoris, April began to move her hips up and down.

“You feel damn good,” Virgil told her.

“No,” April countered. “Words can’t describe the orgasm I had. Now it’s your turn,” she expressed while she moved faster.

She felt his steel shaft throb harder like a heavy heartbeat. Virgil would have been satisfied simply because he’d crossed new boundaries, but her sloppy-wet-feeling pussy lips that moved frantically on his thunder had him wanting more. He didn’t have to move, he couldn’t move; everything April was doing made his toes curl. April moved so fast, she wasn’t sure if he was still within the containment of her haven, but it mattered little. Somewhere within her act to please, she found pleasure. In a matter of seconds, her sensitive jewel would climax again.

“The thunder,” Virgil panted. April understood this to be his telltale sign of the imminent explosion. “The thunder,” he moaned louder. “Feel my roar!” Virgil said as he released his juices between her lips.

All April was able to muster was “fuck” when she felt his hot climactic spray ooze between her lips. She exploded a second time, right after Virgil.

“Damn you!” April screamed.

She held him tightly with both arms. An uncontrolled heavy breath warmed Virgil’s ears.

“Did you…again?” Virgil asked.

“My scream didn’t tell you?” she responded.

“I love you so much,” Virgil spoke endearingly.

“And I you,” April replied as she caressed his face tenderly.

“You’ll never understand the depth of what you did for me. One day I hope to explain my emotions in a manner that’s clear to you.”

“Sweetheart, I’m your wife and I love you with all of my heart. That’s all of the explanation I need.”

Virgil kissed her on the forehead, laid his head next to hers and held her tenderly in a silent communicative embrace.