Back in action

The long, holiday weekend - sexless - came to an end yesterday with a brief but jolly marital fuck in the morning, and then more decisively with a vigorous session with L in the afternoon. And today, F, for an hour-and-a-half or so, which was really quite exhausting.

The marital fuck doesn't merit much attention, but it reinforced the pattern that seems to have taken hold with C, that sex is something for the mornings once the house is empty, and before the real business of the day begins. C needs to have enough energy to be confident she will come easily, wants to have her bowels moving beforehand, likes to be confident she will be well lubricated, etc. In other words, everything has to be close to ideal, so that the fuck will go nice and smoothly, she will come, I will come either at the same time or soon afterwards, and then we can turn our minds and bodies to the day ahead.

And it works, for her. She is up for just enough foreplay to get her wet and ready to fuck, and then enough of the familiar grinding thrusts to take her close to orgasm and then over the top. And, perhaps because of the general, 'let's get off and then get on' mood, I can very often come either with her or soon after. Yesterday, though, I felt on the brink of coming very quickly, and at one point had to pull out and calm down a little. C then used her hands briefly to keep herself moving towards climax, I re-entered, and we went straight into a neatly synchronized pair of orgasms. Job done, and no more than ten minutes start to finish.

Three hours later, after a little lunch, L and I were checking into the Liberty Inn for well over two hours of almost continuous sex, most of which was fucking but with some oral thrown in too. L was at the tail-end of her period, but the bleeding was never really an issue. We spent a long time with me on top at first, and then swapped places. L then really went to town, squatting on my cock and working herself on it with abandon. She looked wonderful, and felt equally so, and it was delightful to see her really indulging herself. Later she told me that she had never really done that before, and again I thought how absurd it is that a beautiful, intelligent and extremely sexy woman has had to wait until her early forties to find the freedom to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.

Interestingly, things followed almost the same pattern with F today: a long bout of fucking with me on top, and then an exchange of roles, and a long and delightful fuck with her in complete control. F is in some obvious way more 'butch' than L, by which I mean that I felt more like I was being fucked by F than by L. To unpack everything that contributes to that impression and what it consists in would be a complicated business, but at least part of it is just that F has clearly done a lot more of this kind of thing than L. With F it is quite easy to imagine being fucked with a strap-on, whereas I think L would find that harder to deal with as a suggestion. I might suggest it all the same, though, as L is clearly someone who has a lot of territory yet to explore.

With both L and F I feel as if I am giving them something that they have wanted for a long time, and obviously it is flattering to be in that role. I appreciate that this blog may come across as boastful, but I do not feel at all boastful except in this regard: that women such as L and F, both of whom are very desirable, get what they desire from me, and I am capable of giving it to them because I pay attention to their desires and allow my desires to be determined by theirs. 'Desire' and its cognates occur and re-occur in that sentence, appropriately. My desire for L, say, is part of what contributes to her desire for me; I desire to fulfill her desires, because she is so desirable; she in turn desires to be desired, to be appreciated as desirable because her husband will not so appreciate her; each of us sees the other's desire, and reflects it back. With F this is true, but in a different way, for with F, who has no husband who neglects her, there is not quite the same lack; there is no-one whose responsibility it is to desire her, to serve her, to please her - and so no-one who is failing in their responsibilities and for whom I am a placeholder of sorts. L, though she is repulsed by her husband, still registers his neglect of her as a rebuke or insult of some kind, as A does too. With D this is not the case. And of course likening any one of these women to any other is mostly uninformative as they are just the women that they are and not representatives of any type.

Adultery is complicated. But it is also a great deal of fun.