Thanksgiving Heat: A Solo Feast

Due to COVID 19, we were alone on Thanksgiving Day—but rather than sorrowing, we made the most of it. It was Thanksgiving. For me, holidays mean getting to watch and FEEL my wife’s full lips wrapped around my hard rod as she gives me oral. I walked the dog, and then we worked together to put the mostly-thawed turkey into the oven. Next, I shaved my face carefully, and we both showered in our separate bathrooms. We met nude on the bed afterward. Then, after a bit of talking, kissing, and fondling, we headed to the master bathroom.

Melodie, my wife, has some issues with giving me oral sex. She only feels comfortable doing it once a month (usually on holidays) and in the bathroom. This probably has something to do with the sexual abuse she suffered as a girl. Having suffered childhood sexual abuse myself, I can easily understand and accept her conditions.

A quick note on childhood sexual abuse: if you or your spouse or both of you suffered childhood sexual abuse, do not feel that your life is ruined. Before we ever met, both of us sought out therapy to help us cope. Once in a while, during sex or other times, something will trigger one of us. The triggered spouse will sometimes mention it. The other spouse is always patient, understanding, and comforting.

Our married sex life was NOT ruined by the sexual abuse we suffered. We have healed, forgiven the perpetrators, and moved on. It still leaves us with challenges, but our faith, therapy, and prayers get us through. Again, our marriage bed was not tarnished by the abuse we suffered as kids, but we do have to make some adjustments. For instance, Melodie is not usually very vocal during our sex sessions. I am very vocal, and although I wish she might make a bit more noise, I love her and don’t pressure her about it.

We also deal with some desire discrepancies, so after working with a Christian marriage and sex therapist, we negotiated a sex schedule that works for both of us. We found counseling helpful, but you DO need a therapist who is married-sex-positive. We dropped one therapist who was not positive at all in that regard. If you or the one you love were a victim of sexual abuse, I would encourage you to seek a good individual therapist, but a marriage and sex therapist may also help you and your spouse as a couple. We prefer therapists who share our Christian values. You may have to see more than one to find the right one for you. There IS hope for healing. It takes time, but it is worth it! And don’t forget the healing power of prayer.

Now back to the story: Both nude, we stepped into the master bathroom and shared one more kiss. My wife sat on the closed toilet seat and quickly engulfed half of my hard penis. She began to rock her head forward and back while I started thrusting gently. We know this routine well, but since it is usually reserved for holidays, birthdays, and our anniversary, it is always a special treat! The feel of Melodie’s tongue on the hypersensitive underside of my glans was driving me crazy in a wonderful sexy kind of way. She usually can only take about half of me into her mouth, so she usually pumps the other half of my erection with her hand or hands. It is a fantastic feeling!

We used to do this in the shower a couple of times a month, with me standing on the edges of the tub and her standing inside it. Before my wife had leg surgery, she’d give me oral in the shower/tub to edge me; then she’d bend over for me to finish inside her cute pussy.

Back to the story: I felt my orgasmic train arriving at the station as our mutual sexy rhythm continued. Of course, knowing me so well, Melodie sensed my pending climax, and she upped her movements of mouth, tongue, and hand. She has gotten VERY good at this over the almost 30 years of our very happy and sexy marriage.

I never know if she’ll let me come in her mouth. I love doing it, but usually, she takes the first spurt or two in her sexy mouth and then finishes me with her hand. I’ve come on a hand towel, on her beautiful full breasts, on her cupped left hand, and sometimes a bit on her lovely and sexy face. All of those feel great. Once in a while, I get to shoot all of my masculine love-cream into her mouth. That feels wonderful and very sexy, but so do the other ways! (Letting me come in her mouth didn’t happen until about six years ago. I’ll write up that story sometime.).

Back to the story: The electrical show in my nervous system hit as the train pulled into the station. (My erection must be an electric train.) Melodie kept pumping and caressing my very happy erection with her lips, hand, and tongue. The first three strong spurts of my cream exploded into her mouth. Then she pulled back, and I am not even sure where the next three spurts of semen landed. Hand? Boob? I saw stars, and I think my explosive orgasm temporarily blinded me. Over half of my cum went in her mouth, and it was an awesome experience! No complaints from me!

It was Thanksgiving, and for a while now, I have been working on an attitude of gratitude about our sex life. No matter what we do in our lovemaking session, I choose to be grateful for it. After all, we have frequent sex. My wife and I love each other. Many people out there have far less.

The marriage/sex therapist helped me realize that I should be grateful. If sex were your favorite buffet, would you storm out because the dishes they serve can change? They always have the familiar standby dishes, but if a certain thing is off the menu on that particular visit, would you leave the buffet restaurant and miss partaking of all the other yummy things? That is how sex with your spouse is. The menu can change over time. Or what was on the menu three days ago may not be on the menu today. I have learned to be grateful for what’s being served today!

I feel the same way about stories I read on MH. Another couple’s restaurant is not Melodie’s and Tom’s favorite restaurant. The MH stories could be considered as a restaurant or buffet review. We might sometimes try out some of their dishes, but it does us no good to be jealous of the other couple and what is served in their favorite restaurant.

But I digress again… so back to the story: Both nude, we stepped into the master bathroom and shared one more kiss. My wife sat on the closed toilet seat and quickly engulfed half of my hard penis. She began to rock her head forward and back while I started thrusting gently. We know this routine well, but since it is usually reserved for holidays, birthdays, and our anniversary, it is always a special treat! The feel of Melodie’s tongue on the hypersensitive underside of my glans was driving me crazy in a wonderful sexy kind of way. She usually can only take about half of me into her mouth, so she usually pumps the other half of my erection with her hand or hands. It is a fantastic feeling!

We used to do this in the shower a couple of times a month, with me standing on the edges of the tub and her standing inside it. Before my wife had leg surgery, she’d give me oral in the shower/tub to edge me; then she’d bend over for me to finish inside her cute pussy.

Back to the story: I felt my orgasmic train arriving at the station as our mutual sexy rhythm continued. Of course, knowing me so well, Melodie sensed my pending climax, and she upped her movements of mouth, tongue, and hand. She has gotten VERY good at this over the almost 30 years of our very happy and sexy marriage.

I never know if she’ll let me come in her mouth. I love doing it, but usually, she takes the first spurt or two in her sexy mouth and then finishes me with her hand. I’ve come on a hand towel, on her beautiful full breasts, on her cupped left hand, and sometimes a bit on her lovely and sexy face. All of those feel great. Once in a while, I get to shoot all of my masculine love-cream into her mouth. That feels wonderful and very sexy, but so do the other ways! (Letting me come in her mouth didn’t happen until about six years ago. I’ll write up that story sometime.).

Back to the story: The electrical show in my nervous system hit as the train pulled into the station. (My erection must be an electric train.) Melodie kept pumping and caressing my very happy erection with her lips, hand, and tongue. The first three strong spurts of my cream exploded into her mouth. Then she pulled back, and I am not even sure where the next three spurts of semen landed. Hand? Boob? I saw stars, and I think my explosive orgasm temporarily blinded me. Over half of my cum went in her mouth, and it was an awesome experience! No complaints from me!

It was Thanksgiving, and for a while now, I have been working on an attitude of gratitude about our sex life. No matter what we do in our lovemaking session, I choose to be grateful for it. After all, we have frequent sex. My wife and I love each other. Many people out there have far less.

The marriage/sex therapist helped me realize that I should be grateful. If sex were your favorite buffet, would you storm out because the dishes they serve can change? They always have the familiar standby dishes, but if a certain thing is off the menu on that particular visit, would you leave the buffet restaurant and miss partaking of all the other yummy things? That is how sex with your spouse is. The menu can change over time. Or what was on the menu three days ago may not be on the menu today. I have learned to be grateful for what’s being served today!

I feel the same way about stories I read on MH. Another couple’s restaurant is not Melodie’s and Tom’s favorite restaurant. The MH stories could be considered as a restaurant or buffet review. We might sometimes try out some of their dishes, but it does us no good to be jealous of the other couple and what is served in their favorite restaurant.

But I digress again… so back to the story: Both nude, we stepped into the master bathroom and shared one more kiss. My wife sat on the closed toilet seat and quickly engulfed half of my hard penis. She began to rock her head forward and back while I started thrusting gently. We know this routine well, but since it is usually reserved for holidays, birthdays, and our anniversary, it is always a special treat! The feel of Melodie’s tongue on the hypersensitive underside of my glans was driving me crazy in a wonderful sexy kind of way. She usually can only take about half of me into her mouth, so she usually pumps the other half of my erection with her hand or hands. It is a fantastic feeling!

We used to do this in the shower a couple of times a month, with me standing on the edges of the tub and her standing inside it. Before my wife had leg surgery, she’d give me oral in the shower/tub to edge me; then she’d bend over for me to finish inside her cute pussy.

Back to the story: Melodie, my wife, has some issues with giving me oral sex. She only feels comfortable doing it once a month (usually on holidays) and in the bathroom. This probably has something to do with the sexual abuse she suffered as a girl. Having suffered childhood sexual abuse myself, I can easily understand and accept her conditions.

A quick note on childhood sexual abuse: if you or your spouse or both of you suffered childhood sexual abuse, do not feel that your life is ruined. Before we ever met, both of us sought out therapy to help us cope. Once in a while, during sex or other times, something will trigger one of us. The triggered spouse will sometimes mention it. The other spouse is always patient, understanding, and comforting.

Our married sex life was NOT ruined by the sexual abuse we suffered. We have healed, forgiven the perpetrators, and moved on. It still leaves us with challenges, but our faith, therapy, and prayers get us through. Again, our marriage bed was not tarnished by the abuse we suffered as kids, but we do have to make some adjustments. For instance, Melodie is not usually very vocal during our sex sessions. I am very vocal, and although I wish she might make a bit more noise, I love her and don’t pressure her about it.

We also deal with some desire discrepancies, so after working with a Christian marriage and sex therapist, we negotiated a sex schedule that works for both of us. We found counseling helpful, but you DO need a therapist who is married-sex-positive. We dropped one therapist who was not positive at all in that regard. If you or the one you love were a victim of sexual abuse, I would encourage you to seek a good individual therapist, but a marriage and sex therapist may also help you and your spouse as a couple. We prefer therapists who share our Christian values. You may have to see more than one to find the right one for you. There IS hope for healing. It takes time, but it is worth it! And don’t forget the healing power of prayer.

Now back to the story: Both nude, we stepped into the master bathroom and shared one more kiss. My wife sat on the closed toilet seat and quickly engulfed half of my hard penis. She began to rock her head forward and back while I started thrusting gently. We know this routine well, but since it is usually reserved for holidays, birthdays, and our anniversary, it is always a special treat! The feel of Melodie’s tongue on the hypersensitive underside of my glans was driving me crazy in a wonderful sexy kind of way. She usually can only take about half of me into her mouth, so she usually pumps the other half of my erection with her hand or hands. It is a fantastic feeling!

We used to do this in the shower a couple of times a month, with me standing on the edges of the tub and her standing inside it. Before my wife had leg surgery, she’d give me oral in the shower/tub to edge me; then she’d bend over for me to finish inside her cute pussy.

Back to the story: I felt my orgasmic train arriving at the station as our mutual sexy rhythm continued. Of course, knowing me so well, Melodie sensed my pending climax, and she upped her movements of mouth, tongue, and hand. She has gotten VERY good at this over the almost 30 years of our very happy and sexy marriage.

I never know if she’ll let me come in her mouth. I love doing it, but usually, she takes the first spurt or two in her sexy mouth and then finishes me with her hand. I’ve come on a hand towel, on her beautiful full breasts, on her cupped left hand, and sometimes a bit on her lovely and sexy face. All of those feel great. Once in a while, I get to shoot all of my masculine love-cream into her mouth. That feels wonderful and very sexy, but so do the other ways! (Letting me come in her mouth didn’t happen until about six years ago. I’ll write up that story sometime.).

Back to the story: The electrical show in my nervous system hit as the train pulled into the station. (My erection must be an electric train.) Melodie kept pumping and caressing my very happy erection with her lips, hand, and tongue. The first three strong spurts of my cream exploded into her mouth. Then she pulled back, and I am not even sure where the next three spurts of semen landed. Hand? Boob? I saw stars, and I think my explosive orgasm temporarily blinded me. Over half of my cum went in her mouth, and it was an awesome experience! No complaints from me!

It was Thanksgiving, and for a while now, I have been working on an attitude of gratitude about our sex life. No matter what we do in our lovemaking session, I choose to be grateful for it. After all, we have frequent sex. My wife and I love each other. Many people out there have far less.

The marriage/sex therapist helped me realize that I should be grateful. If sex were your favorite buffet, would you storm out because the dishes they serve can change? They always have the familiar standby dishes, but if a certain thing is off the menu on that particular visit, would you leave the buffet restaurant and miss partaking of all the other yummy things? That is how sex with your spouse is. The menu can change over time. Or what was on the menu three days ago may not be on the menu today. I have learned to be grateful for what’s being served today!

I feel the same way about stories I read on MH. Another couple’s restaurant is not Melodie’s and Tom’s favorite restaurant. The MH stories could be considered as a restaurant or buffet review. We might sometimes try out some of their dishes, but it does us no good to be jealous of the other couple and what is served in their favorite restaurant.

But I digress again… so back to the story: Both nude, we stepped into the master bathroom and shared one more kiss. My wife sat on the closed toilet seat and quickly engulfed half of my hard penis. She began to rock her head forward and back while I started thrusting gently. We know this routine well, but since it is usually reserved for holidays, birthdays, and our anniversary, it is always a special treat! The feel of Melodie’s tongue on the hypersensitive underside of my glans was driving me crazy in a wonderful sexy kind of way. She usually can only take about half of me into her mouth, so she usually pumps the other half of my erection with her hand or hands. It is a fantastic feeling!

We used to do this in the shower a couple of times a month, with me standing on the edges of the tub and her standing inside it. Before my wife had leg surgery, she’d give me oral in the shower/tub to edge me; then she’d bend over for me to finish inside her cute pussy.

Back to the story: I felt my orgasmic train arriving at the station as our mutual sexy rhythm continued. Of course, knowing me so well, Melodie sensed my pending climax, and she upped her movements of mouth, tongue, and hand. She has gotten VERY good at this over the almost 30 years of our very happy and sexy marriage.

I never know if she’ll let me come in her mouth. I love doing it, but usually, she takes the first spurt or two in her sexy mouth and then finishes me with her hand. I’ve come on a hand towel, on her beautiful full breasts, on her cupped left hand, and sometimes a bit on her lovely and sexy face. All of those feel great. Once in a while, I get to shoot all of my masculine love-cream into her mouth. That feels wonderful and very sexy, but so do the other ways! (Letting me

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