Tell Me About When…
“Tell me about when you cum,” she said.
They’d been driving for nearly an hour and a half and were 90 miles outside Santa Fe when the silence was broken by her request. He’d thought she might’ve fallen into a light sleep. Maybe she had but then woke up with something on her mind.
The vacation had been everything they each could have wanted. Sights. Sounds. Sex—so much sex. The weather had been perfect, with sunshine and 55 degrees during the day and below freezing at night. It was cool enough for sweaters to fend off the chill while walking around town and perfect for intimacy in front of the fireplace back in their hotel room afterward.
They were both tired, which accounted for the silence since the early morning departure from Santa Fe. As the desert scenery passed by, they replayed some of the best moments from the varied types of pleasure experienced at the hotel (among other places in town.) He was lost in thought, recalling how all the plans he’d made in preparation for the trip had worked out just as he’d imagined. Lost in those thoughts, he was startled when she surprised him with her request.
“What?” he said. “What exactly do you mean?”
“We’ve been together for forty years,” she said. “There’s no telling how many times we’ve had sex or how many times you’ve cum. I know what it looks like when you do. I want you to explain it to me from your perspective. What’s involved? Exactly how’s it feel? Can you control when and how it happens? What are your favorite ways to cum? I want to know everything you can tell me. Take your time, we have nine hours in the car.” She laughed and got comfortable in the passenger seat to hear his response, drawing up her feet on the seat underneath her.
He was caught off guard at first. That was a big request. Trying to put so many things into words was something he’d never attempted. “I’m going to have to give this a little thought,” he told her. “I’m not even sure where to start.”
“What feels best when you cum? What’s your favorite way to orgasm?” she asked.
“Obviously, the ejaculation itself is what feels the best physically. It doesn’t last for very long, but the release that comes from those seven to nine shots spurting from my dick is the greatest feeling imaginable,” he tried to explain.
“How so?” she inquired.
“I’m guessing in the same way it is for you, but of course, I’ll never know for sure,” I said. “The ejaculation causes a rush of hormones or some type of chemical to flood my brain that makes me euphoric. Nothing like it. The closest thing I can compare it to is a firecracker that’s had a fuse burning for a long time and finally explodes in a huge burst. An explosion of color everywhere. A beautiful release.”
“Does it feel the same no matter where or how you cum?” she asked.
“I suppose,” he said as he thought about the question, “but at the same time there are nuances that go along with the different ways I get off.”
“Tell me about those,” she replied.
“Obviously, I love the feeling of reaching orgasm when we make love and I’m buried balls-deep inside you,” he explained. “Beyond the ejaculation, there’s a closeness and connection that cannot be duplicated. But there are different benefits to having an orgasm in other ways, as well.”
The scenery continued to go by in a bit of a blur, but they noticed it less as the conversation continued. Instead, he sensed a swelling starting to take place in his Levis as they talked about how he orgasmed.
“Tell me about those differences,” she said.
“To be able to cum in your mouth as you suck my cock is something special and in a class all by itself,” he explained. “I think there may be something primal about the act, I don’t know. But I can tell you that the feel of your tongue swirling around the head of my dick while I’m coming is so intense that it can’t even be explained in words. It’s next level.”
“Interesting,” she murmured. “What else?”
“What’s brought this up?” he asked.
“Pun intended?” she laughed. “I want to hear you tell me about it, and to really understand it.”
“When I cum on you, shoot my warm seed on you, I absolutely love it,” he confessed, although he was sure she already knew that.
“Like you’re ‘marking’ me as yours?” she smiled and asked.
“Sure, I guess that must be part of it, in some type of animalistic way,” he confessed, not sure if he could even explain it. “But things are always very visual for men. We get turned on by what we can see. I’m assuming we’re all alike in that way, but it’s not like I’ve ever asked another guy.” The thickness in his Levis seemed to be growing larger as the conversation went on. She kept coming up with questions that contributed to that.
“Where do you most like to see your cum on me?” she inquired.
“That’s impossible to answer. Anywhere. Everywhere. Depends on setting and mood, I guess,” he told her. “But pulling out and squirting a three-day load all over your sweet shaved pussy creates a work of art that I will think about for the next two days afterward.”
She squirmed in her seat a bit. “Where else do you like to see it?”
“Your nipples. All over your tits, really” he said. “Coating those beautiful breasts with my love gravy creates a picture that cannot be duplicated, but gets replayed in my mind over and over.”
“Sometimes even good enough to eat, huh?” she slyly commented.
“Indeed!” he admitted. “I wouldn’t have thought so in the early years, but licking the cum off your nipples is a level of erotic after-play that’s difficult to match.”
“Where else?” she wanted to know.
“Your lips. Your cheeks. Seeing it drip off your chin and flow down your long smooth neckline provides a level of satisfaction that is nearly unmatched. I can’t think of a circumstance in which you’ve ever looked sexier,” he explained as his mind wandered a bit. He had to jerk the wheel to keep the Volvo from wandering over the double yellow line on the highway.
“So cum dripping from my face is sexier than expensive lingerie?” she asked.
“So much more!” he laughed. “Not even a comparison.”
“You’ve wasted a lot of money over the years,” she said.
“Not really,” he replied. “One usually led to the other!”
“Does it feel different now than it did when we were younger?” she wanted to know. She seemed to be asking things that she had perhaps been wondering for a while, but never asked.
“In terms of pleasure no, not at all,” he answered. “It’s still just as intense as it was the first time. It can take longer to get there now than it did decades ago. A longer trip, if you will, but arriving at the destination is every bit as good. In fact, the trip is more enjoyable when some side roads are explored.” He winked at her and thought he saw her blush slightly.
“Anything else different?” she asked.
“The amount of ejaculate is less now. Still plenty, but not as much as when I was twenty. Just part of the aging process, I suppose. I miss the sheer volume spraying over your body or leaking out of your pussy when I pull out,” he admitted. “But in terms of how it feels, if anything, it’s even better now, just because of how well we know how to please each other, free of any inhibitions or need to hold back in any way.”
“Does it feel different when you cum as a result of me jacking you off than when you stroke it to climax yourself?” she asked as she slid closer to him on the leather seat.
“More intense when you do it,” he commented after thinking about it. “You controlling the orgasm rather than me controlling it myself adds an element.”
There was a mile or two of driving without either of them saying anything, each just contemplating aspects of the conversation.
“Do you know how I can tell you’re about to cum?” she asked.
“Do tell,” he said.
“Your balls draw up tight, your breathing gets faster, deeper, and your hips move in a way that’s different than usual. The pace changes. I can feel your cock swell, no matter if it’s inside me, my mouth, or my hand,” she said. “The noises you make when you’re about to erupt are guttural. Like something you have no control over. Raw.” He looked over at her and noted she was smiling, proud of her own keen sense of observation and excited to be able to relay the information to him in erotic detail.
He glanced at her and smiled, proud of her gift of observation. But not nearly as proud as the countless other gifts she possessed that’d brought him immeasurable pleasure for four decades of marriage. She reached over and stroked the growing bulge in his jeans, tracing her fingers down the full length a few times, and stopping to rub the head slightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“I think I may see a spot of something. Might that be a bit of pre-cum?” she asked, as though there was any question as to exactly what the spot was.
He knew when a question was meant to be rhetorical and just glanced at her and just smiled.
“If I remember, there’s a rest area up ahead no more than a few miles,” she whispered. “Near the overlook. Pull over and park at the back. “I want the next scenery I view to be those balls drawing up, and the overlook you enjoy to be your thick, milky load dripping off my chin.”
“This is why we drive and don’t fly,” he told her as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator.
What a beautiful story. It makes me long for Jim's return! Thanks for getting me in the mood; I'm tasting pretty good today!
This is sexy, sensuous, tender, and cock throbbing!!! Thanks for a delightful reading to start my day. This is us, too!!!
Really???
40 votes and not ONE comment yet?
Well, I know it’s Good Friday & many might be busy doing other things, but I’m mesmerized by that fact. Maybe I’m just an anomaly/freak of nature, or too far over the hill, but this is one of the hottest stories I’ve ever read, CaptainsLog!
No, there’s no actual real-time play-by-play or blow-by-blow action going on, but I guess that’s why I’m so intrigued/curious as to why I find it so arousing.
After a few minutes of contemplation, I believe it’s because of your hot wife’s intense interest/desire in knowing you in a deeper way. Her unquenchable desire to not only know/experience your manhood but to know your heart and mind as you experience rope upon rope of your cum being forcefully jettisoned through and out the end of your cock to it’s blessed destination.
Many/most women wouldn’t care. How many of our wives have ever cared enough to ask? Curious. But to have my wife pose that question to me while I’m driving on vacation, and then to continue her inquisition in genuine curiosity by peppering me with endless questions regarding the nuanced feelings regarding the final destination of my load (pussy vs mouth vs skin/tits)…
Well, it just wouldn’t be safe. I wouldn’t be able to pull over quick enough to repeatedly fuck her over & over. And I wouldn’t care who all saw it! I’d give anything to have a wife that curious about me.
I’m not trying to belittle my wife in any way, but she’s not one to talk about sex much. She (I feel) reluctantly talks about sex when I bring it up, but she’s just not really verbal when it comes to sex. She’s post-menopausal with “zero” libido. And so, that’s probably why I find your story so hot.
Finally, not ever having anyone ask me what it feels like when I cum, I believe you’ve probably described it in exquisite detail for all of us men. Not only the physical sensations but the emotions intrinsically connected to our ejaculations/orgasms.
From my perspective, it’s one of our Father/Creator’s greatest and albeit quite mysterious inventions. Don’t know that I could do any better, except maybe to say it’s beyond description!
And I just about lost my load reading all the intimate details of your feelings/emotions during your ejaculations, which are probably universal? My favorite being:
“…seeing it drip down your chin and down your long, smooth neckline provides a level of satisfaction that is nearly unmatched.”
Thanks for sharing this with us all. Quite an inspiration. Keep writing.
The delay in posting responses is quite normal for MH. I’m sure more are cumming!
RGM, I can address the question you raised about wives caring enough to ask: I have asked Jim some pretty heated questions while the two of us were enjoying a scenic road trip this year. It was twilight on interstate 80 in Kansas and we owned the road, so I hiked up my light sundress, hoisted one foot up on the dashboard and exposed my smooth, creamy pussy. Loving the view the way he does, Jim asked me a few questions such as you wondered about Rocky.
I’ll keep this brief so as to not “hijack” this post.
As I was fingering my very wet cunt I asked him what he enjoyed most about my cocksucking skills. “The way your tongue keeps swirling as it dives deep down my shaft.”
Your favorite view? “You playing with that wet pussy, even better view when you are tweaking and stretching those prize nipples with your other hand.”
So Rocky, I really do ask him hot questions, and it usually leads to some serious sex…
Lovely descriptions – so realistic!
We have indeed been blessed with such euphoric sensations from our Lord.
Thank you for sharing this hot conversation with us, CaptainsLog! We love to talk about sex too, and I love to bring him pleasure in ways I know in detail what he enjoys the most. We too, love cum on my face and tits and that’s often our go-to. I’m just now curious to hear the details about that rest area stop – will we get to hear the rest of the story?
I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. (John 10:10) This story appears on Good Friday. Tomorrow, Easter, Christians celebrate Jesus’ bursting forth from the tomb, His resurrection providing the hope of a new life.
Life: A man spills his seed in his wife’s pussy.
More abundantly: There’s more than enough to lavish his semen over every part of his wife’s body.
CaptainsLog – This is an outstanding post. There is a lot of insight in your statement “Beyond the ejaculation, there’s a closeness and connection that cannot be duplicated." So many of the stories posted here are so anxious to get to the physical foreplay and actual sex act itself that they short the "closeness and connection" part both before and after. You've done a great job of putting sex in the context of the wonderful relationship God has given us to enjoy.
Just re-read this story. It’s so well written and captures the perspective of a man’s orgasm and ejacualtion – his thinking, feeling, body response, and ecstasy. It also illustrates the goodness of talking about sex and each other’s experience and delight. The result is deep understanding and intimacy and freedom! It opens the door, literally, to more, hotter sex and creativity.
Just love this story! Makes me want to relax, think about the great talks about sex with my Anne and the great sex that we’ve enjoyed, and then slowly stroke my cock to full hardness, enjoy some precum, and then delightfully cum!
I don’t know how I missed this one but I am so glad I found it. This story made me incredibly wet. I got so turned on reading this. I relate so well to this because something that makes me weak is when I'm driving in the car with hubby and he puts his big strong hand on my thigh. I know this action by a man gets a lot of women, but I get so turned on when he does this. I can’t help but think how close his hands are to the part of me that thinks those hands are so skilled. If I am wearing a dress or a skirt and it’s summer, it’s almost guaranteed he will eventually inch his hand up to my lips. Just the thought of this is driving me wild. I will often moan lightly the more he casually slides his big strong hand up my thigh (which teases me). This action alone is enough to get my panties sticking to me.
I have many times asked my husband these questions about him cumming. They get us both turned on. I too have done this while on a long trip and driving. He then usually has a lot of the same questions for me. When we are driving and he puts his hand on the inside of my thigh, I will usually hug his arm a bit. When he goes to move it up on my thigh, I nearly moan right then. By this point, I’ve usually been looking at his member in his pants, and my man has usually started to grow. I’ve mentioned this before, but I swear it is one of my favorite things, watching a man get hard in his pants. I do not know what it is, but the formation of an erection is magical to me. I love to watch him slowly grow when he hasn’t even touched my panties yet.
I love talking about sex and feelings and orgasms with my husband even when we are not having sex (like when we’re driving in the car), and I love watching his member come to life. It is so arousing to see it full of life and straining and no longer fitting in his pants. Then when you notice the pre cum spot… next level arousing. I know some men get embarrassed, but this is a situation where you expect those bodily functions to happen because he still has his pants on. When he slides a finger inside of my vagina and then runs it up and down my slit and circles my clit, I tell him I need him to pull over or we need to get off on an exit because his lady needs him and she needs to cum. We recently got the WeVibe Chorus, and I think that would be fun to have in me while on a trip.
This story was so hot; thank you!!!! I am going to go have a little mid-day play time until my man gets back from golfing… then I need him inside of me after reading this!
Such a sensuous story. It instantly brings to life 56 years of memories of when I have asked and continue to ask hubby those same questions and eliciting those same responses in his cock and my purring pussy. It never gets old! I was recently delighted to read that a well known team of sexologist reviewed over 400 descriptions of described climaxes and they couldn’t differentiate between male and female. Oh the feelings surging now. Thanks Captainslog for bringing those thoughts and feelings alive this morning.
All of that gives me food for thought. I will soon ask some of the same questions and I already know the answer to most of them. Pleasuring him while he's driving is what I love and and I usually surprise him with what I want from him. I can truthfully say that we have never stopped anywhere. I have always loved pleasuring him while he drives. Asking him these questions while he's driving most assuredly will make his cock hard, and it will be mine to enjoy. I guess you can call it "prep" and then take advantage of the situation. I enjoy knowing that I can make his cock hard without ever touching him. If his cock is hard, it's mine to enjoy. Getting his pants down to his knees and sucking him off while he drives is something we both love. I will say it's one of the more exciting & risky ways to make him cum. He loves the attention, and I love giving it to him. Again, his cock and his cum are mine to enjoy. He feeds me well.