“Let her breasts be your satisfaction, and let her embrace intoxicate you at all times. Be continually delighted and ravished with her love!”
Let me just say this at the outset: I LOVE MY WIFE’S BOOBS! I love how big they are. I love the curves of them, down the outside, underneath, and back up to the lovely valley between them. I love when they are bare and hanging free; when she is upright or when she crawls over the top me and lets them hang in my face, or when she’s riding me and arches her back, thrusting them out to me. I love them even when they are covered, whether it is by a sexy top or dress meant to accentuate them or just a plain old t-shirt for sleeping with her lovely nipples poking out. I love watching her put her bra on in the morning and take it off at night. I love the way they bounce during sex in different ways with different positions. I love it when she is on all fours with me driving into her from behind, and they swing and sway and even bang against each other if the rhythm is right (she has grabbed her phone and recorded it a couple of times for me). I love—ah, I think you get the idea.
While we were engaged, I shared that verse above with her and told her I looked forward to a lifetime of living that out, and 30 years later, I draw more satisfaction from them than ever. Not only are they arousing and sexy, but they are also comforting and welcoming. Sometimes all I want to do is rest my head upon them and let the world melt away. When we sleep, my hand longs to touch them, not in a sexual way (although it often becomes that) but just to be able to have physical contact with them as we drift off. The feel of them pressed against me during a big hug and kiss reminds me that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
One morning as we showered together (a daily routine for us), I was on my knees while she washed my hair—well, what’s left of it. It’s one of my favorite things because her big beautiful tits are right in my face, and I get to lick them and suck them and knead them. I love watching the water roll down the curve of them and lick it up as it reaches the bottom. This morning I said to her, “You know how people say to ‘go to your happy place’? Well, this is my happy place: my face buried in your boobs.”
What makes my enjoyment of her boobs so much better is the fact that she enjoys me playing with them as much as I do. She has always seemed to take great pleasure in the attention I give them, which just made me want more of them. She often spoke of the time, some 15 years ago, that I managed to bring her to orgasm with just breast play. I had never been able to duplicate that until sometime within the last year. Since then, we have achieved it a number of times.
Some might think that, after 30 years, there are not many new things to try; others of you here on MH know better. In fact, after reading several MH stories, she told me that she wanted to try having me pinch and pull her nipples a little harder as she was reaching orgasm. She had read that some of you ladies say how great it felt and wanted to see if she liked it. It turns out she really does! If the mood and timing are right, I can even get away with a little bite.
We have played with some jewelry as well. One has tiny silicone lassoes with pendants and a chain between them that hang from my wife’s nipples. We also got a set of rings with tiny hearts hanging from them. These are almost complete circles with a small ball on each end of the ring. You pull them apart a little, and they spring shut on the nipples. You can bend them slightly to adjust the tension. She has found these to be quite the turn on, as have I.
Over our years together, I have occasionally rubbed my cock on her boobs and across her nipples, and we have had several times of enjoying a good titty fuck. Lately, we have discovered more options in this area that we both love. At some point recently, I playfully slapped her nipple with my dick a few times; it turns out she really likes that, too. I mean REALLY likes it! It feels great to me also, but I think seeing her enjoy it is a bigger turn on for me than the actual physical sensations I feel.
There have been a few times where this playful act has become the main event. I would kneel next to her, whacking her nipple after much fondling and sucking. She clearly gets more and more excited. Sometimes I’d finger her as well, sometimes not. I would pause the slapping every so often and stroke my cock, but up against her boob so that as my hand moved, the backside of my fingers would rub her nipple. By that time, she’d get very aroused, squirming and sounding very close to orgasm.
Then she would speak. “Are you gonna cum on my tits? Please, baby, cum on my tits.”
That is all I’d need to hear. A few more slaps, a few more strokes and I’d spray those lovely mounds of pleasure. She’d encourage me on some more with her words as she rubbed the creamy whiteness around her nipples.
There seems to be no end of ways to enjoy these bountiful gifts that God has bestowed on us. I continue to look forward to living out that verse from Proverbs, even more eagerly now than 30 years ago.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find my happy place.
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