Recognizing Needs and Giving Without Expectation (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Written by Lady L.
Over the decades of our marriage, there have been many understandings we have had to come to. One was this: just because one doesn’t feel like having sex, or is not able to, that doesn’t mean the other one feels the same.
Both of us are very sensitive to what the other one wants and doesn’t want. We will never push sex if we see that the other, for one reason or another, is not able to at that moment.
As a result of this understanding, our agreement was that the one who is unable to will do what they can to help the other find release. In other words, they will take the initiative instead of putting the other in a place of looking or feeling selfish by asking for sex.
A while back I had a hip replacement. As you would imagine, I was a little disabled, and my mind was pretty absorbed with what was happening to my body.
My husband M, as usual, was busy seeing to my comfort—cooking meals, cleaning house and loving me.
I looked at him, knowing it had been a few weeks now since we’d had sex. This was very unusual for us. But he was not going to push anything.
I had him come over and sit next to me. I rested my elbow on the back of the couch and ran my fingers through his hair. We were looking into each other’s eyes and he leaned in to kiss me. I told him how much I loved him, and he told me the same.
Continuing the kiss, M sucked my bottom lip into his mouth—something which I absolutely loved!
Passion grew while our tongues dipped into one another’s mouths and twisted a sensual dance. I slipped my hand up his thigh until I found that bulge in his jeans and fondled him.
I kissed around to the side of his neck, then kissed his ear and whispered, “Open up your pants. Let me see.”
He obliged by unbuckling his pants and unzipping them. His now thick member was still growing in that firm but not-yet-hard stage.
I smiled and said, “That’s what I wanted to see.”
Grabbing the shaft at the base, I shook it a little, watching it flop around as I giggled. Then firmly grasping it just above his sac, I began to move my hand up towards the head and back down again. It wasn’t four or five strokes before he was completely stiff and I was milking that beautiful cock. I released my grip just a little bit at the bottom, and grasped tightly as I slid back up to the top. Then I saw it: a droplet of that clear liquid lubrication.
“There’s my desert,” I said with satisfaction.
I continued to milk him until enough finally spilled out of his opening that it ran down the shaft and over my fingers. Releasing him, I licked the back of my fingers, savoring the taste of him. I scooped more from wherever I could find it, and put my fingers to his lips for him to taste himself.
Taking his chin in my hand, I turned his face toward me and kissed him, our lips twisting and sharing the taste of his essence. As we kissed, my hand moved back down to his yearning shaft, which was now throbbing.
Again I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of his shaft and began the milk up and down, slowly picking up speed. I could tell by looking at his face how good it felt!
Moving my face back to his ear, I stuck out my tongue and licked around the outside of it, pressing my lips to it.
“I love when you’re so fucking hard like this,” I whispered into his hear. “You’re so damn horny now, aren’t you? You want sex so bad, don’t you?”
He didn’t say a word, and I let go just like that. He looked at me not sure why I’d let go.
“Tell me!” I commanded, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
He looked at me and said, “Make your man happy. You got me hard, now you fucking finish it, babe.”
I finished unbuttoning his shirt and spread it wide. I rubbed my hands back and forth across his chest, then settled at his right nipple, pinching it and giving a little tug.
One of the things that developed over time in our marriage is how much appreciation he had for having his nipples played with.
I gently slapped his nipple with my fingers, and then pinched it again, twisting it a little. Not too hard; just enough to give him pleasure.
My hand slid back down, wrapped back around that base of his shaft once more, and began pounding it. I moved my face over his chest, kissing my way across to that nipple. At first I flicked my tongue over it, and then pursed my lips over it and began sucking it. The tip of his nipple was finally stiff enough that I could bare my teeth and gently bite it.
M’s hand found the back of my head, grasping a handful of hair and pushing my head down his stomach until my mouth reached the head of that beautiful tool of his. Eagerly, I took it into my lips and slid down quickly over the length of it.
How I loved doing this—getting him so worked up, milking him, and giving him pleasure!
I pulled my mouth back to the head and stayed there, stroking him from the base of his shaft to the tip, where my lips were now wrapped. My fist softly bumped into his balls at the bottom of each stroke, and my mouth at the top.
Then it happened: he released his ejaculate into my mouth.
I continued to milk him, savoring as much as I could. As I felt him relax, I lifted my face up towards his and smiled.
Looking at me he said. “What about you?”
I smiled, feeling so much love for this man.
“Not yet, babe. But there will be a time soon.”
We kissed again before I laid my head on his shoulder, the two of us relaxed and satisfied.
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The whole of our faith rests on giving. Understanding this, we often render charity to others as a token of love and care. But all too often, this stops when it comes to the intimacy of a couple. When the most precious gifts that we have been given are treated as non-essential, we neglect our duty.
We provide everything else in order to have a life together, so let’s not neglect the most important thing: giving of ourselves for the other’s most intimate needs.
🔥❤️L.&M.❤️🔥
What a beautiful, sweet, and sexy story Tutchh!
I love the sex here, but this is so much more about the giving. He took care of you and you took care of him. It’s truly wonderful and lovely.
Thank you KM, I'm happy to know it touched you so.
And to know the message was heard.
Lady L. 💋❤️
Lady L,
I want to wish you a complete healing and recovery after your surgery.
You said "a while back" – so perhaps you are already fully recovered.
I liked the sensitivity M had to your recovery process – while still knowing that your motor was running.
To me, there is not much that is hotter than a horny woman – who wants!
M was so glad to see your horniness becoming unleashed again back then.
Thank you for this story.
LH
Thank you LH,
My hips are doing fine. Little bit of a flare up here and there but 100% better than what I felt like before surgery.
M. Has always been very much aware of my thoughts and needs and feelings and I am so appreciative for that.
And you are absolutely right about being wanting. In my group of girlfriends there are women who have no problem in making [it known] that they want sex. And with communication being such a problem and couples lives. Sometimes just coming out and expressing the way you feel and what you want there's the way to make things clear and get things going and bring yourself satisfaction.
Lady L.💋❤️
A 5 heart story & can’t wait to hear about part 2 when the right time occurs.
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I loved this story! And in our own way we’ve LIVED this story. In fact, a temporary medical problem makes intercourse or even touching my wife down south forbidden. (UTI) Yet yesterday we had an awesome sex session that ended with me cumming on her boobies.
A year n a half ago she bought me a vibrating male stroker because she was having back surgery.
Like you two, we discovered that I love having my nipples stimulated. And my Melody loves doing it. (She has a magic tongue!) On most off days she orally and manually loves on my nips as I pump to an orgasm.
So being in tune with your spouse’s needs is so very important- and makes your spouse feel very loved!
love hearing this and I adore your wife for being the woman that she is!!
You're a fortunate man to have a sexy wife like her.
Lady L. 💋❤️
So descriptive and well written. I can remember early in our marriage that I felt I had to beg for sex to get any. I often felt like a pervert. That dynamic has changed around our tenth anniversary, where now she ready gives it to me when I ask. But it would mean more to me if sometimes I didn't have to ask, which is now occasionally. I'm not complaining, and am definitely grateful for all the progress we've made. I am blessed.
Good descriptions, great pictures in my mind, and a good message to boot. Thank you for that.
It's interesting how many wives will take it for granted that [their spouse] needs dinner and [will] begin planning a meal for them before even asking. But never give a second thought to sex.
I haven't always been this way but since I have embraced my sexuality it's not uncommon for me to just begin sex with him.
Very often reading stories here when I find a good one that has driven my hand into my panties I will sit him down and either read him the story which will lead into sex or unzip an open his pants get on my knees in front of him [while] he reads the story out loud.
We should not be afraid of having sex with our husbands as a matter of fact we should embrace it more so than even feeding them a meal.
I'm glad to hear about the progression in your marriage and you are absolutely right [wives] should be at times the instigators of sex. Deliberately making it known what it is that they want to do.
For some people it's a hurdle to get to that point. But getting to that point is oh so satisfying!
Lady L. 💋❤️
Lady L, that was one of the sweetest stories I've read, and I'll tell you why: I've worried that if I ever get married, there will be times where I simply can't deliver when it comes to sex. My health issues are lingering and I may always be dealing with some aspect of them (I hope not, but it's possible). But you showed here that it's possible to still have loving, passionate moments to take the edge off that need, and both can be satisfied. I favorited this post because I want it as a reminder if I struggle someday with giving (or receiving) while one of us isn't up for it.
LLL,
Given the types of health problems that you have described in other posts, you should plan ahead for those times when your pussy might be "out of order" for a little while.
Here is an alternative that I used to enjoy with my first wife: thigh-fucking. Her thighs were nice and full, and so sometimes we used to enjoy that as an alternative to "real" fucking. Although I seemed to get more out of it than she did, there were still times when she really enjoyed it. I'm fairly well equipped (although not so much as Mama GG's late husband…), and so sometimes the end of my dick would tickle her clitoris while I was happily sliding my dick back and forth between her thighs. (In fact, I seem to recall that she even once had an orgasm that way.)
My first wife also had a full round ass. So, while my dick was happy between her thighs (baby oil helps…), my lower abdomen was happy banging against her ass. It feels a lot like doggy style, but without much concern about being at the "proper angle" to avoid slipping out. You have said that your exercise routine keeps your butt full and firm, and so there is something else for your pleasure while pleasing your future husband.
I'm surprised how many of my friends (even online friends) had never thought about thigh-fucking until I described it to them. I've even had guys say, "I don't know why you like thighs so much, you can't do anything with them." My reply, of course, was, "Well… maybe YOU can't." 😉 For the man, thigh-fucking feels almost as good as pussy-fucking (especially if her thighs are well-lubricated in advance). For the woman, there is some degree of pleasure — plus the emotional satisfaction of "helping" her husband when she otherwise could not.
Your thoughts?? (And, not only you LLL, but also the other women here.)
Thank you so much for your kind words my lovely friend.
As always, when I read your words I feel a warm kinship with you.
For you to have the insight you do in sexual relationships before marriage is indeed a rarity and whichever man it is that becomes your husband Will truly be a happy man.
Love you girlie
Lady L
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