Best missionary position ever!

My wife and I had been married for over 20 years when she decided that she was going on an overseas mission trip. It surprised me when she decided to go because we usually do this kind of thing together and she knew I was resistant to going. (I’m all for these trips, I just haven’t felt called to go myself. Because she knew how I felt, she never asked me to go with her.)

As the time approached for her departure, it seemed surreal that she would actually be gone for over two weeks. In all of our marriage, we have never spent more than a week apart. I began to wonder how I was going to deal with our separation. We are used to doing everything together; travel, projects, even trips to the store are two-person events. Besides missing my best friend and partner in crime, my lover would also be gone! You see, we typically make love 4 to 7 times a week; what was I going to do without my lover?

I decided to give myself something to do that would help distract me, so I focused on a big project that I have needed to accomplish for several months. This helped somewhat while I was doing the work, but there were still a couple of issues. First, the project only lasted for the first few days. Second, when I crawled in bed each night, she was not there to hold and to make love to.

I had decided that I would deal with the physical, sexual desires by masturbating to release that tension. So I pleasured myself almost every day that first week. As I did, I pictured making love to my sweet wife. I would think about her beautiful fragrance and how good it feels to have her naked body next to mine. I imagined bringing her to orgasm with my hands and mouth then climbing up to penetrate her with my man flesh. By this time, I would be worked up enough that my precum would be flowing, which made short work of reaching orgasm.

Releasing my cum each day certainly gave me some sexual tension relief, but in the aftermath, I felt very unsatisfied. The physical act of cumming, while pleasurable, can’t compare with having my lover in my arms and feeling her flesh beneath me. I missed the feeling of my dick finding her sweet, wet pussy as I gently press myself into her, the complete ecstasy of the two of us becoming one flesh.

By the end of the first week, I made a different plan. I decided that I was going to fast from my self-pleasure so that I could just pray for my wife. At the same time, I’d be building sexual tension so that when she got home, I could enjoy the pleasures of making love to her ten times as powerfully.

To make the separation from her even worse, the only times I would be able to reach her would be while she would be at the airports both going and coming. Each day I would pray for her and wonder what she was experiencing and how it would affect her—how it would impact both of us. Numerous friends have gone on these trips over the past several years, and we’ve seen them come back with life-changing experiences; some even become fulltime missionaries.

Each day that went by, I missed my sweet wife more than the day before. Each day I could also feel my sexual desire for her growing. It was hard not giving in to the immediate gratification of my flesh. Finally, the day arrived that she was headed back, and I was able to get a text from her. She messaged me from her stopover in Europe that the trip had been life-changing; she had seen God move in powerful ways that she almost couldn’t describe. She said she couldn’t wait to see me and to try to share in person what she had experienced. She also told me that she had missed me terribly and couldn’t wait to hold me and kiss me. The anticipation in both my heart and my loins was becoming almost unbearable.

We live in a remote area, hours from any airport, so she would be arriving back in a city that’s a couple of hours away. She would also be getting in late in the evening. That meant the prospect of a grueling two more hours of having her with me but either unable to be intimate with her or having less than ideal car sex on some side road on the way home. Rather than suffer either, I got a hotel room—not just for the night, but for the whole weekend. This way we could relax and just enjoy each other’s company, uninterrupted.

The moment finally came when she arrived at the airport, and I was waiting with the car to pick her up. As she walked out the doors, she was the most beautiful that she as ever looked to me! There was this beautiful and unmistakable glow about her, just like it describes how Moses looked after being in the presence of God. At that moment, I loved my wife more than any other time in our marriage. More than when I cried as she walked down the aisle to marry me; even more than watching her give birth to our children. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of my wife. Those other significant and impactful milestones in life were huge, but she had done those with me at her side. This time it was something that she had stepped out and done without me—just her and God! My wife has never appeared any more sexy or desirable than she did right then. As she came up to me, we embraced, and I gave her a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I didn’t care who saw. I hope anyone watching could see how much I love and missed my wife. Her body felt so good to me, and I just breathed in the fragrance of my wife. It didn’t matter to me that she had been traveling for days. Her familiar scent smelled so good to me.

We got in the car, and I could hardly keep my hands off of her. As we drove directly to the hotel, I reached back and undid her bra with one hand then reached inside her blouse to grasp hold of her beautiful breasts. She moaned a little as I ran my hungry fingers over her now stiffening nipples.

I then reached down between her legs, and as I did, she opened them so that I could have full access to her woman flesh. Even though I was just touching her through her jeans, I could feel the heat coming from her steamy lover’s lane. As I rubbed for just a moment, she began moaning and telling me how she had desperately missed my touch and how she needed to make love to me. After just a couple of swirls of my fingers over the material covering her swollen pussy lips, she gave a loud moan and grabbed my hand, stopping me. She said I had to wait because she would cum any second now and it would make a big mess that could be seen through her jeans!

At this point, my dick was so stiff that I thought it might burst my zipper. And the precum was flowing so freely that my underwear was soaked. Some of the liquid was even showing on the outside of my pants. I could see that I would have to carry my jacket over my arm when checking into the hotel so that my very wet spot would be hidden.

We finally got to the hotel and got checked into the room. My wife immediately grabbed hold of me and started passionately kissing me. We ground our bodies together, and it felt so good to have her back in my arms. I reached under her blouse and caressed her back then moved my hands down to grab ahold of her ass and pull her toward me. Her flesh felt so good to me. Our mouths were so entangled that I thought that just the kissing might make me cum. I sat her down and told her to wait for a minute while I went into the bathroom and started running a bath. I knew that two days of traveling had worn her out and that a soak would help her feel much better and refreshed.

As I got the water running, I came back to my wife and began to undress her by taking off her shoes and socks. I then stood her back up and took her pants off, leaving her panties on for now. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse while kissing her neck. As I worked my way down the buttons, I followed with my kisses. I slid it from her shoulders to the floor and removed her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts. Gently, I caressed them and then followed my hands with my mouth. I finally found my way to one of her nipples and began rolling it around with my tongue. She moaned as I started sucking on them. A shudder shook her frame, and she gasped, “You just made me cum!”

It was all I could do to contain my own orgasm. My wife started grabbing at my pants to get at my dick, but I told her that it was way too early for that. I had to wait, or this would all be over far too soon!

I lowered her back on the bed and began to lightly touch her pussy through her panties. The area around her swollen lips was soaking wet from her cum. As I massaged her clit and lips through her soft panties, she moaned, then begged me to take off her panties and put my dick inside her. I refused, continuing to pleasure her. Finally, I did remove her panties but only to gain direct access to her beautiful swollen love hole. I took the time to admire the beauty of her womanhood as I kneaded her lips with my fingers.

I went in to check on the bathwater, and the tub was full, so I turned the water off. As I left the bathroom, I brought a towel back with me. I had my wife raise up so that I could place it below her to keep the bed from getting soaked. I then started working on that beautiful, wet vagina of hers. I positioned myself by her side so that I could not only reach her pussy but suck on her nipples at the same time. I rubbed her clit and lips until she grabbed my hand and begged me to stick my fingers inside her.

As I did, she gave a guttural acknowledgment that I was making her cum again. I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting around my fingers, and she started squiring love juice all over my hand and the towel. She again begged me to give her my dick as she was rubbing it through my pants. I refused once again and said, “It’s time for your bath.”

I led her into the bathroom and helped her into the warm bath. She said that it felt so good after two weeks of nothing more than a shower in a tent. I got a washcloth and soap and began to wash her body for her as she lay there and relaxed. I gave attention every bit of her and finished up by focusing on her passion hole, getting it nice and clean for round two.

I helped her climb out of the tub and dried her off well before leading her back to the bed. Asking her to lie down with her butt at the edge, I then got on my knees and placed her feet on my shoulders. She protested, but I insisted. She is always self-conscious about me giving her oral pleasure, but as I make her press through it, she ends up loving it. So I started by kissing around her thighs, slowly working my way to her swollen lips and clitoris. When I got to her hot steamy love hole, I very gently flicked my tongue across her patch of womanhood. Each time I made contact, she would whimper and shudder with ecstasy. Slowly I pressed in closer, sucking on her pussy lips and making her squirm from the pleasure. I licked and sucked and drove my tongue inside of her until I caused her to lose herself in another gushing orgasm!

At this point, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I rushed to wash my face for her so she wouldn’t mind kissing me. When I came back, she stood up and began to undress me. She said she refused to be denied the pleasure of having my love shaft inside of her any longer. She kissed my chest and neck as she pulled my shirt off. Then she started on my pants, which had a sizeable soaked area in the front from precum. As she released my manhood from its cotton prison, I felt the contraction of my member and saw a large drop of glistening precum emerge from my very swollen member.

She saw it too and immediately laid me down and began licking and sucking it off of my dickhead. I moaned with pleasure and released more for her to suck off. She continued to tease me by licking around my dick and balls. I was aching for more, and she knew it. Finally, she began taking all of me into her mouth. It felt SOOO good to me! She knows how much I like that. It’s not just that it physically feels good either; it also feels so intimate. I love getting to be the one who lies back and is vulnerable. Nothing feels more intimate than my wife taking all of my manhood into her mouth and pleasuring me. But as good as this felt—and though I love her to sometimes bring me to orgasm with her mouth—there was more pressing business at hand. I needed to make love to my wife and place myself inside of her most intimate holy of holies.

So I switched places with her and began kissing her body as I climbed up on top of her. I took my time. When I reached her lips, I placed my dick against her pussy but did not press to penetrate her. I wanted a moment to enjoy our intimate flesh pressed up against each other.

She spread her legs wide with her knees in the air, offering me free access to her soaking wet pussy. I wrapped my arms on each side of her with my hands gripping her shoulders, positioning myself to push my dick into her waiting love nest. I kissed her on the neck, and then intimately on the mouth, making love to her with my tongue first. We both moaned in ecstasy, and she begged me to enter her.

I held off longer, though. My wife had not yet reached the point I wanted her to, so I kept teasing her until she finally broke down and said the magic words. She leaned into my ear and whispered in a passionate and unyielding tone, “I need you to fuck me with your dick right now, PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME TILL I CUM ALL OVER YOU!”

At this, I plunged myself into her sloppy, soaking love hole, and she exclaimed, “Oh yes, baby, take me! Make love to me! Oh god, you’re making me cum already!!”

I felt her vagina contract around the shaft and head of my dick. After all the foreplay plus the week of abstinence, that pressure had me at the point of no return.

She could tell that I was about to cum, so she said, “Please cum inside of me! I need your cum inside of me! Give it to me baby please.” That turned me on even more, so I could resist no longer. I felt it from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. But mostly I felt it rolling like thunder from the root of my man-shaft to its head. As my orgasm came, it caused my whole body to convulse.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!” I said. As my orgasm began, my wife’s love tunnel squeezed me again, so tight that it almost pushed me out of her. She breathlessly claimed another orgasm herself. I could also feel her juice squirting onto my shaft and running down my balls. I gushed load after load of semen into my wife as we both writhed in ecstasy.

As my orgasm subsided, her pussy continued contracting, which began to cause supersensitivity to my dickhead. After pulling out, I could see our mingled love juices dripping off of my dick, oozing out of her throbbing love hole, and running down her crack. I used the towel to wipe off then lay down beside her, holding her and saying how glad I was to have her back in my arms and around my love shaft.

I love that my wife got to be a missionary, but I’m also glad that I have her back to fill my ‘missionary position’ for now!