Peter and Connie – Part 1 (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
This is a fictional story I wrote. I just can’t write any more stories concerning mine and Ben’s past sex life. It’s still too hard for me at the present time. This will be a series, and I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
– Gina (MamaGG, AKA hornyGG)
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PETER AND CONNIE – PART 1
Peter and Connie had been married for fifteen years, and felt that the desire and excitement was slowly disappearing from their otherwise happy marriage.
Peter rolled off of Connie, pulling his dick from her, and lay beside her.
“Baby,” Connie began, “are you happy with our sex life? I mean, are you satisfied with it?” she asked as she padded nude to the bathroom.
“Sure, I guess, baby,” Peter replied as he covered his nude body with the bed linen. “Why do you ask? Are you? Don’t I satisfy you?”
Connie walked back to bed and crawled in next to Peter, laying her head on his chest.
“Of course baby!” she said. “You always satisfy me, as far as making me cum. I just feel as though the spontaneity has for some reason vanished.” As she spoke, she idly circled one of his nipples with her finger.
Peter felt a bit confused. “What exactly do you mean? I thought all was good. I mean, we still fuck regularly!”
Connie propped her head up and looked at Peter. “I’m not necessarily talking about regularity. I’m talking about unplanned sex! For instance, when was the last time you took me and fucked me on the sofa? Or when was the last time you awakened me in the middle of the night wanting some? That’s what I’m talking about,” Connie replied.
“Baby, I understand, and you’re right!” Peter replied. “But we both have steady jobs, and raising our two children makes things like that almost impossible. You know this as well as I do. The sex we have now is good and always has been. It’s just that times have changed. We’re not young anymore!”
“You’re probably right! Maybe it’s just that I worry sometimes that I’m not enough for you,” Connie said as tears welled up in her eyes. “I just want you to be happy! That’s all!” Connie turned over, putting her back to him as tears ran down her face.
Peter lay close to Connie and put his arm around her. “Baby! I love you with all my heart! You are all I ever wanted and need!” He then kissed her neck.
“I love you too! So much!” Connie replied, taking his hand in hers as they both drifted off to sleep.
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The next day, Connie sat in her office, eating a sandwich she had brought for lunch. She thought hard about the conversation she’d had with Peter.
No, she wasn’t concerned that he would cheat on her, and yes sex had been fairly regular. Yes, she still desired him, and he still desired her. But she couldn’t help but feel that things could be better than good.
She called her mother and asked if she would mind keeping the kids for the weekend, explaining that she and Peter were going away for the weekend.
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, as she hadn’t worked all the details out—details like where they would be going, and telling Peter of her idea. But she was anxious and determined.
After contemplating and looking at several possible locations. She decided on a certain cabin on the lake about forty miles from where they lived. It seemed secluded enough and was definitely affordable. Hell, even if it had been a little more expensive, it would have been worth it. Besides, Peter liked to fish, and being on the lake, he would have plenty opportunities. Of course, if things went the way she hoped, he wouldn’t be doing much fishing. He’d be too busy laying his pipe to her. She called and made the reservations.
Now to tell Peter.
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The Thursday before they were to leave, she and Peter were in bed making love. Peter was on top in the missionary position, thrusting his hard dick into her with deep, steady thrusts. Their groans and moans mixed in with the creaking of the bedsprings.
“Oh Peter! I love you so much!” Connie cried. “Your dick feels so good inside me! So big and hard! Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!”
Peter grunted and groaned as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. The walls of Connie’s pussy gripped his cock, seemingly milking him as his balls bounced against her ass as they fucked.
Connie dug her nails into his shoulders, then raked them across his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him in even deeper. She could feel her climax building inside her, and she began to pant heavily.
“Oh Peter! Yes, I’m so close!” Connie panted, trying to keep her cries of passion toned down so to not wake the children. “Harder, Peter! Fuck me harder! Yesssss, Peter! Ohhhhhh God, Peter I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum! Yesssss, fuck meeeee! I’m cumminggggg!” Her body stiffened and trembled beneath him, her cunt squeezing and sucking at his dick as she convulsed with her orgasm.
Peter’s balls tightened and his dick began to throb deep inside her as he gave one final hard thrust before releasing his warm cum deep inside her. He groaned deeply and lay spent on top of his beautiful wife.
Pulling his dick from her pussy, he lay beside her as they both tried to catch their breaths, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Connie smiled as she lay her head on his chest looking down at his spent, now semi-hard cock. Peter groaned as she ran her fingers lightly along his cock shaft. A small drop of his cum formed at the tip of his dick.
Looking at Peter, she kissed her way down his body and took his cock in her hand. She flicked out her tongue, cleaning the tip of his cock. Peter let out a groan as his wife took his dick into her mouth and sucked while giving his balls a slight squeeze with her free hand. Peter groaned and his body jerked due to the sensitivity.
“Damn! You haven’t done that in a while!” Peter said.
Connie let his dick slip out of her mouth and lay her head back on his chest as she cupped his balls with her hand.
“Well dear, you never asked! If you ever want me to suck your dick for you, all you have to do is ask!” Connie replied.
“I just thought you didn’t care for it and preferred not to do it! So I just never mentioned it.” Peter replied.
Connie laughed and said, “That’s what you get for thinking! Baby, I don’t mind sucking your dick. As a matter of fact, I kinda enjoy it. I mean, it’s not my most favorite thing in the world to do, I admit! But I realize that it makes you happy, and that’s all I want—to make you happy!” Connie replied as she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.
Peter got out of bed, slipped his boxers back on, and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk. Connie soon walked in wearing a white robe, and fixed a glass of ice water.
“Hon, what do you think about going away this weekend, just me and you?” Connie asked. She took a sip of her water as she waited for his reply.
“I’m fine with it! What about the kids?” Peter asked.
“Mom agreed to keep them! I made reservations at this cabin on the lake. I know you enjoy fishing, and it looks fairly secluded according to the pictures on the internet.”
“So, I see you already got this all planned out!”
Connie walked over to her husband and kissed him gently on the lips. She whispered, “I do! And guess what? We can stay naked and fuck whenever we want! Anywhere we want!”
“I do like the way you think baby!” Peter said as he kissed his wife again.
Peter walked back to the bed and started to get back in, but paused to watch when he saw his wife take her robe off and slip naked in bed.
“You gonna wear those boxers to sleep in?” Connie asked with a grin. “I mean you can if you want to, but you don’t have to! Remember when we were first married? We would sleep naked all the time before the kids were born. Who knows? I might wanna take advantage of you during the night!” She winked at him.
Peter paused for a moment and smiled. He then removed his boxers and crawled nude in the bed next to Connie, snuggling up close to her.
“I love you!” Peter whispered as he put his arm around Connie and kissed her cheeks.
“I love you too baby!” Connie replied softly.
Peter smiled. He didn’t know why the sudden change had happened in his wife, but he wasn’t complaining! He just embraced it as they fell asleep, cuddled close together.
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On Saturday morning, Peter awakened to the sound of his children talking and the smell of breakfast cooking. He then heard his wife taking and giving them orders. Getting out of bed, he walked naked to the master bathroom to urinate. As he was doing so, he felt a hand caress his back. It was Connie.
“Good morning sleepy head! Ready for our little get away? Of course you shouldn’t have to pack much in the way of clothes! I’m bringing my vibrator with us!” She said softly.
“Yes, It shouldn’t take long for me to pack!” he replied.
“Mmmm! That looks tempting! But we don’t have time for any hanky panky! We gotta get the kids to my mom’s and hit the road! I’m so excited, Baby!” Connie said, giving Peter quick kiss.
After dropping the kids off, and having a quick visit with Connie’s mom and dad, the couple was on their way.
You’re one of my favorite writers and one of the first I read after finding MH. I’m so happy you’re writing again, and I’m loving this so far.
I deeply appreciate Connie’s desire and efforts to make the sexy spark burn brighter. I also hope Peter takes the spontaneity hint and begins to rock her world.
I can’t wait for these two to get to the lake. I’m hoping they get very naughty 😉
FanTAStic story GG! We like fishing so the term “laying his pipe to her” was kinda funny to us. We’d never heard that one before! You are my favorite writer on MH. This fictional story feels so very real. Of course that’s what I’d expect from you. Know that I pray for you frequently. I look forward to the next installment of Peter & Connie.
So glad you enjoyed it! I so look forward to your stories and gracious comments. You are a dear friend. God bless you and stay horny!
GG,
I love this story girl!!
So beautiful you illustrate what can happen in a marriage. where two people love and care for one another, and don't realize the way our words are being understood by our partners causing them to draw the wrong conclusions.
And you presented some things that are answers to the problems. 1 Communication, Connie asks if he satisfied. We need to verbally communicate with one another about sex this most intimate part of our relationship.
2 taking steps in her own hands to demonstrate that she wants more with him.
I might add another thing standing behind our word. If we say we are going to be more sexual or fulfill something sexually for our partner and then don't follow through it becomes an empty promise and creates doubt and mistrust in the relationship.
M. Once said to me…
"You know you will just automatically take it upon yourself, to make lunch or dinner. Or ask if I want more coffee, all without expectation. Just assuming these are the things that you should do as the wife and woman of the house. But how often will you volunteer to just pleasure me without expectation. When have you just offered to exit my pants and begin going down on me or decided that you were going to unzip my pants and start stroking my cock while we watch TV?"
I responded with." How many times have you offered to go down on me without expectation?"
I knew that was a dumb question the minute it came out of my mouth.
Many of the things I was assuming I should be doing. He had done on his own he had cooked the dinner, he vacuums the house, he does laundry. We share all of these duties.
And multiple times he had done the very thing he was asking of me. He would come over and spread my legs and give me pleasure without expecting anything in return. He would be laying in bed and reach over and begin masturbating me to a climax without expectation.
It made me wake up with the fact that I was neglecting this part of our life.
This was coupled with him bringing up the unintended messages I was sending, about being physically sore or feeling that it was getting a rash or tired, and how he wasn't going to be an asshole about it and for sex if I wasn't feeling well or up to it.
Or how he would get frisky with me and I would giggle and push his hands away from my body. All of these were silent signs that he was taking us, I didn't want him sexually.
All of these things and more came out between us after I found out he had committed infidelity and had an affair. These were the things that led to me changing and Us opening up our conversation. The fact was I had shut him down about anything he couldn't even talk about things sexual without being shushing him.
GG, you have begun a beautiful illustration of things that can happen in a relationship. And I love you for that. Keep writing girl!!
❤️ Lady L.💋❤️
Oh you are so correct Lady L! I am so happy you enjoyed the story. I love you comments and would like to go more in depth with you, but I would babble on forever! God bless you and yours hon and stay horny!
Gina, I would love that!!
I bet we would have so much fun. ❤️
GG you are also my favorite writer on MH. I'm so happy you started this fun series. Your stories are sexy and always heart felt. Hope you are doing well. Looking forward to the next installment.
Thank you KingdomMan! I so appreciate your comment, it was so sweet God bless my friend and Stay horny!
Sharky,
I am so glad you enjoyed my story! Your comment was very sweet and I appreciate it so much! God bless and stay horny!
MamaGG,
I just recently learned how to look up old posts on this site.
While looking for something else, I came upon this story.
(Pun intended, but I have not cum yet.)
Anyway, there is a line about halfway down that really got my attention.
Connie is mentioning how she enjoys the feeling of her husband's balls slapping against her ass while they fuck missionary style. That reminded me of what happened with my first wife and I shortly after we were married.
We were in our first apartment, and we were fucking missionary style one afternoon. She was more responsive that usual, and so I asked what had turned her on more. She said that she had felt something unusual, and that it had taken her a minute to figure out what it was. I asked, and then she answered, "Your balls slapping against my ass.)
That one sentence, spoken in the summer of 1978, turned me on so much that I still get hard whenever I think about it. (Except right now, because I'm already quite hard….) 😉 That made me ponder a couple of points.
My first wife was a bit on the "thick" side. She was not fat, and certainly not obese. But, she also was not a skinny little Barbie. (Thank God!! I'm not at all attracted to Barbie types — with [some] possible exception[s] […]) Anyway, my point is that, to my knowledge, only a woman with a nice, fully-developed ass can enjoy the feel of her husband's balls slapping against it while they are fucking missionary style. Flat-butt women can't feel it. (At least, I don't think so.)
Conversely, women also can only feel it if their husband has big, full balls.
Comments, ladies? (especially the author of that wonderful line) 😉