Nordic Heat: Sexercise, Boobs, and Bliss

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. Tonight was a scheduled indulgence, but this time, we were diving headfirst into “Sexercise,” “Boob Sex,” and the ultimate climax, a “Kissgasm!” The air in the bedroom was thick with anticipation, charged with the scent of lavender from the diffuser and the undeniable promise of pleasure.

Melody, my Norwegian beauty, was already in motion. She’d showered, the water clinging to her porcelain skin like liquid moonlight. The faint scent of citrus lingered, a delicious counterpoint to the primal heat building within me. As she stretched on her back, performing the prescribed exercises her physical therapist had assigned, she caught my eye. Her smile was knowing, a playful challenge that ignited a fire in my gut.

The first exercise, lifting her buns off the bed, was unexpectedly stimulating. The way her muscles flexed, mimicking the rise and fall of my cock during missionary, sent shivers down my spine. “You have to realize that particular exercise is incredibly sexy,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Any husband would feel the same way seeing his wife doing that! I almost lost my composure just now.”

Her eyes flickered with amusement, a hint of mischief playing around her lips. She enjoys teasing me, pushing my boundaries just enough to keep me on my toes. But these exercises were non-negotiable, a necessary component of our twisted routine.

Next, she shifted to her side, a large resistance band cinched between her knees. The rhythmic opening and closing of her legs, a silent invitation, brought a wave of heat flooding through me. It reminded me of our signature position, “X,” where we lay at right angles, a perfect balance of power and surrender. As I watched, I felt a firm tightening in my nether regions, my anticipation reaching fever pitch.

I settled behind her, my hands gently caressing her back as she continued her workout. The small kisses felt like a prelude to the storm to come, each touch a tiny spark igniting the flames within me. Cupping and massaging her right boob, I reveled in the sensation, lost in the exquisite pleasure of her yielding flesh. She responded with a sigh, her body relaxing into the rhythm of the exercise, her own pleasure mirroring my own.

Finally, she rolled over, seeking the comfort of my embrace. We exchanged a mouth-kiss, starting with tentative touches that quickly escalated into a desperate need for more. I seized the moment, grabbing our Vedo Gee G-spot vibrator and coating it in coconut oil. Together, we inserted it deep within her, feeling the heat radiate from her core. She opened her pussy lips, eager to receive, and guided the vibrator further in. As I felt the intense pressure, I knew this was just the beginning.

The next sensation was even more intense: deep tongue-tonsillectomy kisses, followed by licking, sucking, and teasing her sensitive skin. Moving to my knees beside her, I performed a tip-on-nip, my hard cock pressing firmly against her nipple. Usually, we use coconut oil for this intimate act, but tonight, we opted for the raw sensation of my own pre-cum. The coolness was both shocking and electrifying. The taste was a rush of pure pleasure, and as I savored the moment, I realized just how much I craved her touch.

Melody demanded her own turn, and I obliged, but her shift rolled the Vedo Gee out, forcing us to pause. We quickly retrieved it, lubricating and re-inserting it, determined to continue our journey of pleasure. Then, I pulled out Julia, my Hello Cake vibrating stroker, as Melody took the reins, her voice guiding the intense stimulation.

As I submitted to her touch, feeling the vibrations course through my body, I asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

Her answer was immediate and unequivocal: “YES! Please fuck my pussy!”

“This pussy here?” I inquired rhetorically, gesturing to her lower abdomen.

“Yes! My pussy!” she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.

I shifted into X position, our bodies at right angles, me lying on my side and she on her back. The thrusts were deliberate, powerful, and perfectly timed. She moaned with each movement, her body arching in response to my touch. As I felt her pleasure building, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in her face – the widening of her eyes, the slight flush of her skin. She looked younger, more vibrant, as if the act of love itself was rejuvenating her.

Her Kegel squeezes intensified as she reached her peak, a testament to her incredible control and sensitivity. “I love how you like to be fucked hard!” I exclaimed, continuing the relentless rhythm. She responded with a throaty moan, her body buzzing with pleasure, the vibrations of her clitoris amplified by my thrusts.

Just as I reached my own climax, she shuddered, a sign of her near completion. “I’m too much woman for you!” she quipped, her voice slightly breathless.

“Yes, you are!” I agreed, unable to contain my own arousal.

I scooped up a generous portion of my cum and smeared it across her chest, then a little on her face, before returning to her right tit, where I began an oral assault. She quivered with delight, responding to my touch with desperate kisses and moans.

Melody demanded her own turn, and she took it with gusto, rolling onto her back and straddling my ribs. As I thrust between her big tits, I watched her face, a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I told her she looked like a beautiful 25-year-old, a blatant lie that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. “You are so fucking beautiful when boob fucking! Because you are fucking me with your beautiful tits!” I declared, my voice hoarse with desire. “You did this for me on our wedding night.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition in their depths. “Yes, I remember.”

We continued the boob fucking, lost in the exquisite sensation of her ample breasts against my hard cock. The sight of my tip emerging from her cleavage was both shocking and intensely gratifying. It was an experience beyond words, a testament to the power of our connection. We had occasionally engaged in this particular form of intimacy, but tonight, it felt different, more profound. It was an intense, raw form of lovemaking, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and desire.

After I descended, I returned to kneeling beside her, performing another tip-on-her-right-nip, this time accompanied by a gentle lean-over to suck on both her tits. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breathing becoming more rapid, her senses heightened.

Finally, she grabbed her Sensuelle Plus vibe and began stimulating her pussy and clit with its rhythmic pulsations. The vibrations intensified as she moved from the vibrator to her own hand, exploring every inch of her pleasure zones.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Her response was immediate and fervent: “YES! Please fuck my pussy!”

“This pussy here?” I queried, confirming the location.

“Yes! My pussy!” she replied, her voice filled with longing.

I moved back into X position, our bodies once again aligned in perfect harmony. The thrusts were slow, deliberate, and powerful, designed to maximize pleasure and intensity. She arched her back in response, her body trembling with anticipation. Her pleasure was palpable, radiating through our intertwined bodies.

As she reached her peak, her hips arched off the bed, mimicking the movement she makes when rising to meet me in the missionary position. It was a primal, instinctual response, a sign of her complete surrender to the moment.

“I love how you like to be fucked hard!” I exclaimed, continuing the relentless rhythm. She moaned in agreement, her body buzzing with pleasure. Just a few seconds after my entry, she began her Kegel squeezes, further intensifying her orgasm.

“Mmmm! You’re giving me the ultimate hug!” I exclaimed as I shifted from fast fucking to more relaxed movements.

“Yes I am!” she purred out in a sexy, husky voice.

We continued our lovemaking, lost in the shared experience of pleasure. As my orgasm approached, I felt a surge of power, a primal release that left me breathless and exhilarated. The multiple high peaks, the intense vibrations, the sheer intensity of the moment – it was an experience I would never forget.

“I’m too much woman for you!” Melody quipped, her voice breathless.

“Yes, you are!” I agreed, unable to deny her words.

I collected a generous portion of my cum and smeared it across her chest, then a little on her face before returning to her right tit, where I resumed my oral assault. She quivered with delight, responding to my touch with desperate kisses and moans.

Melody demanded her own turn, and she took it with gusto, rolling onto her back and straddling my ribs. As I thrust between her big tits, I watched her face, a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I told her she looked like a beautiful 25-year-old, a blatant lie that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. “You are so fucking beautiful when boob fucking! Because you are fucking me with your beautiful tits!” I declared, my voice hoarse with desire. “You did this for me on our wedding night.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition in their depths. “Yes, I remember.”

We continued the boob fucking, lost in the exquisite sensation of her ample breasts against my hard cock. The sight of my tip emerging from her cleavage was both shocking and intensely gratifying. It was an experience beyond words, a testament to the power of our connection. We had occasionally engaged in this particular form of intimacy, but tonight, it felt different, more profound. It was an intense, raw form of lovemaking, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and desire. And ya know what? That boob fucking was still lovemaking!

After I climbed off her sexy body, I moved to kneel by her for more tip-on-her-right-nip, and a bit of leaning over to suck on both titties. She responded to my touch with passionate moans and shivers, her body completely consumed by pleasure.

As the session drew to a close, I asked Melody if we could do boob fucking again. Melody rolled onto her back, an obvious “yes” signal, and I straddled her ribs, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

As I thrust between her big tits, I watched her face, a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I told her she looked like a beautiful 25-year-old, a blatant lie that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. “You are so fucking beautiful when boob fucking! Because you are fucking me with your beautiful tits!” I declared, my voice hoarse with desire. “You did this for me on our wedding night.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition in their depths. “Yes, I remember.”

We titty fucked (had boob sex) for a while. It was such an incredible feeling and sight as my hard cock’s tip kept emerging from her very ample cleavage. And I just could hardly believe this was my 70-plus-year-old wife! She always appears to “youthen” during sex, but this was phenomenal! In fact, she looked closer to 20 than 70!

We’ve sometimes done this where I cum on her chest (and a little on her face), but we wanted full PIV sex this morning!

We hadn't done boob sex for some time because her hips and back hurt if I straddled her. Well, good news: the exercises were helping, because we were able to have boob sex! And it was fucking amazing, because it is an amazing way to do some intense fucking! And ya know what? That boob fucking was still lovemaking!

After I climbed off my Melody’s sexy body, I moved to kneel by her for more tip-on-her-right-nip, and a bit of leaning over to suck on both titties.

Eventually I moved to her left side, and she finally grabbed one of her Sensuelle Plus vibes and began using it on her pussy and clit. (She started with this vibe, but later in the sex session switched it out for the newer model. Yes, we have lots of vibrators!)

Finally I asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

She answered, “YES! Please fuck my pussy!”

“This pussy here?” I asked rhetorically.

But she answered with, “Yes! My pussy!”

I moved into X position, where our bodies at right angles—me on my side, and she on her back. As my hard cock slid inside her with two smooth thrusts, she got a slight look of pain, followed by her look of pure sexual pleasure. I started pumping slowly, then faster.

“I love how you like to be fucked hard!” I said.

She moaned in agreement, continuing to buzz her clitoris as we fucked. Just a few seconds after my entry she immediately started her Kegel squeezes.

“Mmmm! You’re giving me the ultimate hug!” I exclaimed as I went from fast fucking to more relaxed fucking.

“Yes I am!” she purred out in a sexy, husky voice.

We fucked each other a little while, and to my surprise, the slow, deep thrusts triggered my orgasm sooner than expected. It is impossible to describe this orgasm. It was unbelievable, with multiple high peaks as my Melody’s pussy caressed my erupting cock!

“I’m too much woman for you!” Melody quipped.

“Yes, you are!” I agreed.

I slid my cock out and scooped some cum from her leaking pussy. I rubbed the cum on her left tit and proceeded to orally “clean” it off.

Melody buzzed her clitoris and still had “the look”, and I knew she would cum.

When she did not cum at once, I preemptively reminded her, “No apologies! I’m enjoying your boobies immensely!” (She sometimes apologizes when her orgasm takes its time in “cumming.”)

I said a quick prayer in my heart that she’d be able to reach her peak like she usually does.

After about five minutes, she did, with a surprised exclamation, “I-I’m C-COMING!” (She only stutters when highly aroused or when having an orgasm. It’s sexy and cute!)

She trembled and sighed with pleasure as her buns arched off the bed—kind of like in the exercise she’d been doing.

We lay there and talked for just a couple of minutes, but I could see that she needed more. “The look” was still there, so I leaned over her to dive back onto her right tit as she started buzzing her clit again.

I paused my tongue-to-nipple activity and spoke to my very aroused sexy wife. I reminded her that Julia is her alter-ego.

“Yes she is!” replied Melody, still in her sex-craving voice.

“We need to do boob sex more often if it’s going to set you off like this!” I said.

“Hmmmm!” she said with a soft and satisfied smile.

We both felt very grateful for the blessings we have from our marriage to each other. Today we had re-experienced some fun things that we hadn’t done in a while. A little while later, I told Melody that I think her morning exercise done in the nude this morning ought to be called “sexercise” for the effect it had on me!

Final thought: The Lord DOES care about your sex life. He wants married couples to have wonderful, satisfying sex. So, yes, you can pray before, during, and after sex.

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