Sweetheart's Echoes in My Pen

I still have four weeks to go before my Sweetie comes back. But I have my memories of play times past to think about and plans to make for more memories when she is here for a couple weeks. Writing about our adventures helps me bridge the intervals, and as I start to write, the memories of making love to this special lady stir me. The way she feels, her curves, her soft velvet sex, the sounds she makes when I enter her all come flooding back as I pause to reminisce about certain times and places. I get pretty excited while typing away and I make sure the equipment stays in working order for her return, but nothing can compare to her in the flesh. I miss her smile, her touch and appreciation for my cock, and the pure ecstasy of our union.

It was a Saturday morning, and I thought I was getting lucky. I woke up first and found myself staring longingly at her lovely bottom. I scooted over, took hold of my semi-erect penis and gently grazed the head of it against her. Only partially awake she purred and did not resist my advance. After a few minutes, my cock was full and had started to leak, making further stroking against her difficult. I moved in closer and inserted myself between her legs seeking refuge in my favorite harbor.

Before she was fully awake, I leaned close to her ear and whispered an awful pickup line from an old movie, “My name is Robert Redford, and I think I love you.”

She rewarded me with a quiet smirk followed by the response, “Oh really Bob, suppose I’m busy this morning?”

The head of my cock began to feel the heat coming from her, and I pressed forward burying the tip of it into her. Her eyes were closed as she arched her back a little accepting me fully. I thought “I’m in!” Excellent start to a Saturday morning but hold on, I began to feel a shift in the winds.

As any guy married more than 90 days can tell you it ain’t over until the lovely lady sings. As my beautiful, list-making wife awoke further, after having allowed me to bury myself up to my ballast rocks, she started ruminating out loud about all the stuff she had to accomplish before day’s end. At that point in time, I had only one item on my Saturday agenda, and that was throwing all the sheets on the mizzen mast and making for home port. Land ho!!

For a minute, though, I thought landfall might be possible as she turned to face me and then rose to straddle me. She arched her body slightly and reinserted my eager member into her and then resumed ruminating on whether we had enough time for this morning exercise.

I made an attempt to reason with her (with little blood left in the big head), but I could feel the winds falling off. After about five minutes, she had decided there was too much to do this particular morning and that we would have to reconvene this boarding party later this afternoon. I tried to pay attention, but the blood supply to my brain was quite limited, her breasts were swaying like palm fronds in a gentle tropical breeze and I was castaway. Arrrgh. The sea is a fickle mistress.

As she disembarked, she patted me on the stomach and threw me a line. “I’ll tell you what, how about if we get together for five minutes of sex on the hour today?”

I grasped the line, “Does this mean every hour on the hour today I get to take you for five minutes? Who gets to choose the position?”

“We’ll alternate and you get to choose first.”

“Arrrgh. I’ll accept your terms, but you better not be late.”

10:00

Having just returned from the fabric store, my Sweetie came in the front door and turned to lock it. Throwing the bags on the bed, she said, “OK mister, get it up; you’ve got five minutes.”

I’d been semi-hard all morning with clear cum reminding me of our most recent parley, and making it difficult to focus on any tasks, except filling her hold with my precious cargo. As I unfastened my belt and zipper, I said firmly, “You’re going to suck my cock!”

I sat on the bed, and she dropped to her knees as I released my now rigid member for her to pleasure. She took her time savoring my clear sticky cum leaking from the tip and then licked the shaft from base to tip. As she rounded the tip, she ran her tongue around the head allowing my cock to disappear into her mouth. With one hand gently caressing my balls, her tongue swirled around my swollen member as I thought, how many mates are lucky enough to find real buried treasure?

After a few minutes, she took a break and warned me, “There will be no cumming, Mister. You’ve got a lot of screwing to do today.” She then asked me, “How much time is left?”

I may have lost track of time a little bit, but I gave her a confident answer, “About another 4 minutes.”

“Four minutes, my ass! My eyes are starting to water. You’ve got 2 minutes, buster. Keep an eye on that clock.”

Can’t always trust a pirate.

11:00

Coming in the back door after fiddling around out in the tool shed, I found my maiden waiting for me. I locked the front door, just in case the Girl Scouts were out in force selling cookies, and I ran to the bedroom.

I was her choice this hour, and she surprised me with, “Give me that cock! I’m not done with that thing just yet and no cumming!”

One neat thing about this arrangement, there is no preamble, just unbuckle, unzip and bam! Cock disappeared. Oh, what time did we start? Got to remember to replace that digital clock with an electric one with hands so that I can surreptitiously unplug it.

12:00

My turn. Upon entering the bedroom, all clothes were thrown to the floor, and I laid back on the bed and told her to sit on my raging member. Having been more than semi-rigid all morning, my briefs were wet and sticky with anticipation. As she sat on me, her thighs pressed into my testicles, causing a sharp, pleasurable pain, I began to stroke her vigorously while thinking about what I would do to her later. Her breath grew hot against my face as she moaned softly, enjoying the sensation. I increased my pace, feeling her muscles tense beneath her weight. It felt like a slow burn, and I knew I had to keep going to satisfy her.

After watching her enjoy herself bouncing up and down on my grateful member for several minutes, I cautioned her, “You’ve got about 45 seconds left.”

A groan (and am I detecting a whine?) escapes from her as she slows and then grinds her wet pussy on my pelvic bone.

1:00

The lady’s turn to choose, clothes off, and she stated,“I can’t do that bend over the bed thing again, or I’m going to cum in less than five minutes. I want to ride you cowgirl style so I can make sure you don’t get out of hand and cum on me.”

“I’m just happy to be of service, Ma’am. As long as that sweet pussy of yours is wrapped around my dick, I’m a happy camper.”

She mounted me and I began to see where the inspiration came from for the buxom figureheads below the bowsprits (I encourage you to look up “bowsprits” on Wikipedia, and you’ll know what I mean) on old sailing ships. My lovely wife was leaning forward as if she was turning into a warm breeze, nipples protruding from exquisitely round breasts. As she began her downward drive on my hard member, I placed my hands on her hips to assist her descent as I thrust up into her. I felt her heat, and silken lips envelop all of my manhood.

I glanced regretfully at the accursed digital clock, and we were at the six minute mark of this voyage. I dutifully remarked that she had one more minute. I was not sure if that groan meant “OK stop or OK keep screwing me.” At the ten-minute mark, I got the impression by the still vigorous massaging of my solid cock that we were under full sail and had left the harbor.

“Hey Sweetie, I’m just checking, but does the ‘No Cumming Rule’ still apply? This is at the fifteen-minute mark, and I’m having a splendid time watching this.”

“Oh, Unnngh aaugh!” she growled as her head dropped, and her interior walls clamped down on my raging member. I wanted to join the party, so I raised my hips up as she clamped down on me, and I let loose a hot stream into her. As she collapsed forward onto my legs, I can feel us both still throbbing in response to each other.

I ask her, “See you at 4:00?”

“Absolutely.”

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