wrestlingclown
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I could hardly wait for my wife to go to church so I could share this experience. I wouldn't want her to know that I was telling, even anonymously, about our most intimate moments. Even now, I keep getting up and looking out the window to make sure she hasn't doubled back because she forgot something. I often come to this website when I'm home alone but I wouldn't want her to catch me on it.
My wife is an old fashioned woman and very conservative. She goes to church at least twice a week. She has a perfect 36-24-36 body and a sexy ass, but her face is plain and she wears glasses. She's always in a serious mood, even when we have sex. She's willing to do just about anything in bed with me though because she considers pleasing her husband her duty as a Christian woman. She's 35--a few years older than me.
Off and on I've suggested to her that I'd like her to tie me up and tickle me. In the past she either pretended not to hear me or told me she liked me too much to do something like that to me. However ever since I first I made that suggestion, during foreplay she does tickle me. For some reason when my hands are busy carressing her, the tickling doesn't ever make me laugh. A few times I've tried to instigate a tickle fight by tickling her. She's ticklish and will laugh which is a kick because she's normally so serious. She'll tell me to stop and I do because I don't want her to get pissed off at me.
Yesterday was the day her daughter goes to stay with her ex-husband so we had the house to ourselves. Last night, I was complaining that there was nothing on tv. She offered to entertain me. She stood in front of the tv and stripped naked. Then she asked me, if I still wanted her to tie me up.
She tied me spreadeagled to our bed with the Venetian blind cord. As I mentioned, when she tickles me during foreplay, she never makes me laugh. But when I was tied down, she tickled my underarms and I laughed right away. This surprised me and I think her too. I didn't think she was going to be able to make me laugh. Maybe it empowered her. She straddled me with her big boobs hovering over me and kept tickling my underarms. She mostly had a serious look on her face though sometimes she had a slight smile. I laughed and squirmed.
She reached down to my groin and rubbed everywhere there but my erect cock while she shoved her cleavage in my face. I couldn't stop laughing. She kept asking me, if I was enjoying myself which embarrassed me for some reason. She must have asked me about 6 times. I hated to admit that I was enjoying the situation, even though I asked for it, but I did. I don't know why this made me feel ashamed.
She finally started rubbing my cock. She kept urging me, "C'mon baby." I thought she was going to make me cum. But she stopped, turned around, and sat on my face. She tickled my belly so much it became unbearable. I didn't ask her to stop because I was afraid she would say no and that kind of scared me. Between laughs, I let out a kind of groan and I think she realized I'd reached the limit.
She untied me and rode me to orgasm. We did it several more times until about 2 in the morning. But she still set her alarm so she wouldn't oversleep and miss church this morning.
My wife is an old fashioned woman and very conservative. She goes to church at least twice a week. She has a perfect 36-24-36 body and a sexy ass, but her face is plain and she wears glasses. She's always in a serious mood, even when we have sex. She's willing to do just about anything in bed with me though because she considers pleasing her husband her duty as a Christian woman. She's 35--a few years older than me.
Off and on I've suggested to her that I'd like her to tie me up and tickle me. In the past she either pretended not to hear me or told me she liked me too much to do something like that to me. However ever since I first I made that suggestion, during foreplay she does tickle me. For some reason when my hands are busy carressing her, the tickling doesn't ever make me laugh. A few times I've tried to instigate a tickle fight by tickling her. She's ticklish and will laugh which is a kick because she's normally so serious. She'll tell me to stop and I do because I don't want her to get pissed off at me.
Yesterday was the day her daughter goes to stay with her ex-husband so we had the house to ourselves. Last night, I was complaining that there was nothing on tv. She offered to entertain me. She stood in front of the tv and stripped naked. Then she asked me, if I still wanted her to tie me up.
She tied me spreadeagled to our bed with the Venetian blind cord. As I mentioned, when she tickles me during foreplay, she never makes me laugh. But when I was tied down, she tickled my underarms and I laughed right away. This surprised me and I think her too. I didn't think she was going to be able to make me laugh. Maybe it empowered her. She straddled me with her big boobs hovering over me and kept tickling my underarms. She mostly had a serious look on her face though sometimes she had a slight smile. I laughed and squirmed.
She reached down to my groin and rubbed everywhere there but my erect cock while she shoved her cleavage in my face. I couldn't stop laughing. She kept asking me, if I was enjoying myself which embarrassed me for some reason. She must have asked me about 6 times. I hated to admit that I was enjoying the situation, even though I asked for it, but I did. I don't know why this made me feel ashamed.
She finally started rubbing my cock. She kept urging me, "C'mon baby." I thought she was going to make me cum. But she stopped, turned around, and sat on my face. She tickled my belly so much it became unbearable. I didn't ask her to stop because I was afraid she would say no and that kind of scared me. Between laughs, I let out a kind of groan and I think she realized I'd reached the limit.
She untied me and rode me to orgasm. We did it several more times until about 2 in the morning. But she still set her alarm so she wouldn't oversleep and miss church this morning.
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