Vanilla Tastes Good
Call it what you will. Basic, vanilla, or routine sex is like going to get ice cream. No matter how you feel, no matter what you get, vanilla tastes good.
This is us at vanilla—the usual.
My dick is still wet and dripping as I write this. We just got done. She cleaned up faster than me and has gone down to do laundry. I still smell us on me.
Last Saturday, I was in the mood, and in a very husbandly, gentle, married way, I insisted we have sex. We have grown kids at home, and two of them were still in bed. My wife asked how we could keep quiet, but despite those concerns, we ended up doing it anyway.
It was a quickie. No foreplay, just me getting off. She did not this time. This is less than the usual for us—not our normal sex.
After it was over and we had cleaned up, we were both in a good place. It was Saturday, so there was no work. The day had not yet pounced upon us. With us both being in this good place, I threw a proposal out there: “From now on, every Saturday morning, we have sex.” She said that was okay, and I figured we would have to wait and see see how this new commitment of ours went from here.
Glory to God, this morning, a week later, was our first installment.
As we discussed it after that proposal last week, we agreed that Saturday morning sex did not have to be a porn scene spectacular. It could just be a quickie if that’s all we were up for. But also, we agreed we should see it as a place to be more expressive at times too. We both felt that was reasonable.
She got up this morning and went to the bathroom. I had already been awake with the sunrise, just casually resting. After a few minutes I texted her, “Ready?”
There was no reply. I stayed in bed looking at my phone for a bit. Still no reply. I figure I’d better get myself more presentable. I got up and went to the bathroom. She was rustling, getting finished as I walked in.
“You’re not ready,” she joked as she saw me in my briefs, with no hardon. She turned to the sink, and I snuggled up against her, lifting her sleep shirt to see that she has no panties on. I grabbed a butt cheek. She was ready.
I freshened my breath with a mouthwash strip, and by the time I had finished in the bathroom, she was already in bed. I slipped off my briefs and anticipation started to rouse me. She stood up beside the bed now and lifted her shirt above her head. That view of her naked body, her arms in the air—so fantastic.
I got up on my knees on the bed and motioned for her to lie diagonally. Without a word, she hopped down in place and gave no resistance or hesitation as my face lowered between her thighs. I kiss both sides of her treasured sex, going first to the left side, then the right, getting closer to her sweet slit with each kiss. Her aroma was intoxicating. I love her smell.
My hands cared for her—velvety, slipping, sliding. Feeling her belly. Finding her breasts. Her nipples. I complimented her on her soft skin.
Her hard clit and my tongue met and greeted one another, like the familiar friends they were. My hands lay on her breasts, slightly cool to the touch in contrast with the warmth of my hands. Her nipples were hard from the cool morning air, and from arousal too.
We quietly partook of our pleasures. My tongue played and danced with her clitoris. Her legs opened more and more.
She began to arch into my face as I devoured, her breasts and tummy rising off the bed.
A quiet, but powerful, gasp escaped her mouth as she violently came. Her body came back down to the bed as her breath exhausted from her.
I stayed where I was and lifted her legs. She resisted, knowing what I was doing, but I persisted. Gently lifting her legs, I held her behind the knees, and her sweet opening angled up toward me. I touched my tongue to her, and she winced and shied away, still hypersensitive from her recent orgasm. I touched again. Her sensitive skin resisted against my demand, but the tussle was short-lived as her hypersensitivity quickly melted back into pleasure, and she eagerly settled in for more attention from my tongue.
I lapped from her honey pot up to her clit. Her gasps of pleasure let out sexual tension like hot steam, and I felt her open up even more to me.
Her fingers tugged at her nipples as I feasted. Her banquet was delicious.
As she arched, her butt bug down into the bed, almost like she was trying to get away from the constant stimulation. But her breathing said something different, and she quickly followed her previous orgasm with another quiet jolt of release.
If I insisted, she would gladly endure another. But I was ready to give her something different.
I got up to my knees, wiped my face with a towel, and positioned myself. With how slick and prepared she was, I pressed into her with ease. The swing and sway of nestling my hard cock into her wet opening was wonderful. The look on her face was wanton. I couldn’t get myself in her any faster.
Her hands were feeling all over me—my hips, my butt, my back. She was scratching her sex itch.
I brought her feet up on my chest and shoulders dug deep into her. I was now as wet as she was, moving in and out, getting into a comfortable rhythm.
Then I stopped.
“You do it,” I said.
“What?” she asked, not expecting any words at this time.
“You do it,” I repeated quietly.
“I hope I can,” she said.
She readjusted her feet on my shoulders and on my chest, then began to grind into me, putting as much pressure on my dick as she could. She lifted with her back and feet, sliding up along my length, then back down. There it was. She found it—that groove, that motion that says, Let’s get it on.
Her eyes locked on mine as she edged closer to cumming with every shift on my cock. She started panting, almost whining a little as she crested over into her eruption. Her cum was beautiful.
I placed her knees into my elbows and pressed into her. I folding her over at the hips, just leaving myself in her, making tiny little humping movements so as to minimize any noise.
She had cum first. Now it was my turn to get off, but she didn’t just check out.
“Cum inside me, baby. Cum on, please, baby!” she encouraged as I began the end of my journey.
I jolted deep inside her as I came. I felt hot jet streams of cum shoot from me into her. There wasn’t much motion, but the sensation still took my breath away. I gasped as I emptied myself into her open pussy. She gasped back at me, clenching my butt to pull me tighter into her.
I write this as a raised glass to God, and to my wife. Glory to God. Hopefully, this is the beginning of every Saturday to cum.
This is really hot SCMM. I mean, I love everything about it. Your descriptions give a great visual and were honestly very arousing.
Plus…you guys are having sex! I’m so happy for you and I truly hope that the sexy Saturday morning soirées continue!
Please keep writing about them!
The challenge is 2 fold. 1. Being quiet. She gets real embarrassed if the kids know. I think it's a prim & proper lady-like thing. 2. Getting out of old habits. This is the most challenging because even I have to get out of my comfort zone of our usual Saturday routine that doesn't involve intimacy.
I think it has been about 2 or 3 months & it is still a work in progress. But, we are having more sex than not. Only 3 or 4 times have we skipped it. Those were for reasonable excuses. Praying we can have more conversation that helps us expand the quality of it. She seems willing, but not great at initiating. But, baby steps. Lord willing…
I am glad you liked the story. Thanks for the good review.
I really enjoyed this! Whew, you made morning sex sound more delicious than I ever thought! The raw descriptions got me going; written erotica is so tantalizing. Loved how you pleasured her to two orgasms with your mouth, then joined your bodies and took her deeply. I'd be doing with my man what your wife was doing with you…touching every part of him and grabbing his butt. Hot!
Delicious is absolutely correct. I love eating her out! If she would let me, I would not let up! i have given her 4 consecutive orgasms like that. That's about all she can stand. She tells me she won't be able to walk the next day.
Our sex is very good, and it is mostly vanilla. We have sex every Friday and Saturday night. It’s our ritual. We usually cook ourselves a delicious meal, followed by my wife drinking wine as we watch something on Netflix, Prime or whatever. She first makes me a delicious cocktail, varied based on the season. We finish our drinks, followed with some water and off to bed we go. I often dine on her sweet and tasty pussy and ensure her at least one orgasm, before I mount her in missionary. I’m typically get her off once or twice more before I dump my full load into her squishy pussy. Sometimes I go down on her again, but not always. We cuddle for a while, sometimes falling asleep, before we clean up and tuck in for the night. We usually sleep naked after our fun. I do love playing with various toys, and try to add variety and spice with some BDSM However, those are spread out over the course of the year and Insee that 90% of the time we stick to our ritual. And I am confident this is what we both love!! Just seeing her exposed body is so thrilling for me. It drives me crazy!!
Every Friday & Sat sounds great! It really is weird saying every Sat. for us when we used to go at it 4 or 5 times a week when we were first married.
Your routine sounds wonderful. Very playful. Hopefully, we get to grow this like what you two have. You guys sound like you have worked out all the kinks & have a really warm, inviting & welcoming interaction. Love it.
Beautiful account of love displayed! I appreciate the fact that your account elevates “vanilla “ sex to an exciting and valued place, as it can and should be part of a healthy intimacy practice too. Thank you for sharing.
Vanilla is the base for so many other flavors, & varieties, of so many great ice cream treats. They wouldn't be the same without vanilla. I have never seen vanilla sex as bad. You're right, it is needed.
Awesome story! Very well done.
Thank you texasman76. Glad you liked it.
The second time you described is anything but vanilla! It’s more like banana split with chocolate sauce & nuts plus a fudge sundae with whipped cream and cherry and sprinkles on top! Veeerrrry sexy! And yummy! Intense lovemaking sessions are awesome!
But I’ll agree that same old vanilla sex is still really nice. We have a sex schedule of usually every three days. . . sometimes 4 days. A sex schedule works well for us!
Wow, thanks for the review! I do see we may do a little more than what people may think vanilla is. The bad connotation is that vanilla is lifeless, missionary, hurry up & get done. If that was our routine, I'd hope we both get off, at least. No matter what, though, routine can still become just routine. That is what I hope we both attack & not let happen. A sex schedule sounds good.
Glory to God, He is good. Thanks for your comments. That's nice of you to say.
Loved this story.
I so relate to 'that moment'. The sweet spot after I have licked her to a beautiful orgasm, just lapping at her softly, tasting the cream of her pleasures, then reading her just right. The moment when she is still so sensitive, resisting me. Grasping her hips. Delving back in as she surrenders to another, usually even more powerful climax. Delicious.
Yes! You are so correct! That moment is such a wonderful highlight of it all. She's fighting the urge to stop & go on at the same time. The moment she surrenders to my tongue knowing she wants it, too. Is priceless.
Wow. Why don’t you write one of those stories? 😉
Wow, I found this extremely sexy. Probably because it’s quite relatable and I can picture many of the same looks and feelings with my wife.
You mentioned adult children at home, I mean surely at this point they are aware you guys have sex? I get the embarrassment, but hey, the cost of living in my house as an adult is I’m not going to pretend anymore, lol. This was how my parents treated us when we got older before we moved out. I wonder if my parents were his a little too open.
That's a good point. I often wonder about. I have told my wife that we are the married adults, & it is our house, but she very self conscious of this. I have always seen a priority, as a parent, to raise our kids in a Godly sex positive mindset. My wife has always seen sex as something private, secret, & to be kept out of the minds of children at all costs. It is her outlook on it that makes it awkward. Whereas, if we would have shown a united front from the beginning a healthy adult discussion would have been what our kids grew up knowing all along & we all would be well adjusted by now. All recognizing, yes, mom & dad have sex like every other normal couple do. And, they themselves well versed in Godly sexual activity.
As is, our kids have more of an understanding of things, than not, but my wife just acts like the world would stop spinning if she knew her kids knew about her having sex. I believe this reflects her own childhood. 1. Mom & dad not ever discussing, nor being heard doing, it. 2. My wife's own hiding of her own sexual activity at any cost, as a teen. This becoming the don't ask don't tell training she received & taught herself that is now the curriculum she teaches.
Thanks for the comments. Totally agree.