Coming late to the sexual awakening party is brutal. My partner [F] and I [M] are in our forties and from similar backgrounds. Repression, first from religion, and then dead bedrooms, messed with our notions of what is good and desirable in bed. But we found each other, and we’re still making serendipitous discoveries. Experiences like this one remind me that there’s always something new to uncover with your partner,no matter how long you’ve been together.
I will start by sharing that we reclaimed our sex lives first with quantity. Nights would start with missionary fucking and end by touching her until she shivered in bliss. Copious amounts of vigorous vanilla intercourse have been our stock-in-trade. It started within hours of meeting each other, and we haven’t let up since.
We’re also perfectly matched in our play. My cock isn’t the longest, so fancy positions can be more trouble than they’re worth, but it fits her like we were made for each other: shy of six inches, cut, thick. She’s a goddess who is small enough to throw around in bed (another spontaneous discovery) with pendulous handfuls of perfect breasts topped by gumdrop nipples. And her pussy is almost dainty: vanishing lips and a tiny clit that is sensitive and suckable.
All this to say that we were having a perfectly normal evening with her on her back, and the expressions on her face were giving me the most delightful feedback I.e.: absolutely normal sex) when I got it in my mind to pull her on top. She was wet and full. I could feel every inch as it filled her, and the way her tits rippled with every stroke made me want to suck on them. So I leaned back as one does, but something went amiss with our legs. My feet went under hers too soon, and we found ourselves head to toe, toe to head, flat on our backs. She giggled. I giggled. The mood was light, and we caught our breath.
Now, as with every good couple, foreplay is our forte. And while I’m not Tarantino, I have been known to suck on her toes now and again when the mood strikes (spontaneity again is the key). And so I kissed her foot which was in a convenient spot right next to my face, and she shifted, preparing to get up and continue as we usually do. Running my hands up and down her legs, I prepared to say goodbye to my newest friends. But fate had other plans.
Just as I twisted myself to get one last nibble on her ankles, my cock slipped between her thighs. Slick from his recent adventures, he was obviously anxious that we continue. Involuntarily, my hips moved, and he sprang back to full attention. The foot adventure was over and a new one had begun.
Now my lover has these delicious legs in perfect proportion to her body. Not bony and not thicc, they are flexible with smooth inner thighs that make her shiver when I kiss them. Between these thighs went my wet cock with just enough juice left on him to keep me from getting sensitive. But the turning point from feel-good to fuck-yes came when my perfect partner crossed her legs at the ankles and tensed, bringing all her muscles to bear. This sent me into a frenzy of thrusting that I was not expecting. This was something entirely new!
While fucking her thighs, I made sounds that I have been assured were sexy. My lover sat up on an elbow and enjoyed the show while I used her body. Full strokes saw my head just peek between her delightful new cleavage. Building to climax, she encouraged me to keep going and finish there, and I’m not sure I could have stopped if I tried. A few pumps and one final push sent streams of cum all over her thighs and as far as her knees to drip back down between.
And now to brag about her again: she loves nothing more than to be full of cum. But only slightly less desirable is when she’s covered, sticky, dripping with it. While I was drifting in an orgasmic haze, she ran her fingers through my cum and moved some to her clit. I shifted to watch her touch herself to this fresh experience. We exchanged assurances that it happened, it was hot, and we both loved it, and I whispered in her ear while she came again and again to the thought. Exhausted, spent, and newly delighted, we drifted off to sleep.
The evening didn’t end as planned, but it was better than I could have imagined. So please, next time you think your regular routine is a problem, think instead of all the little variations you’ve discovered when things don’t go quite right. And then type them up and share them with your anonymous friends. You perv.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lvces1/surprisingly_sensual_spontaneous_frottage_mf