It's been a roller coaster of a week. Extra hours at work for me and a dental procedure gone wrong made me very happy to see the end of the day yesterday. Unfortunately, I came home to find a message on the answering machine informing us of a death in Musicman's family. It certainly seems like the universe is conspiring against right now.
We've experienced a lot of loss over the years. I wear an entire constellation of stars on my chest that represent just some of the family members we have buried over the years. Right from the beginning we have always turned to each other during these times and come together to reaffirm life. It was just such an encounter that resulted in my last pregnancy and the consequent birth of my son. I can no longer get pregnant, but we still come together and reaffirm life.
Musicman said he was too tired to draw a room from the slips of paper I made, so we played in the master bedroom instead. I think I may wait to the end to claim the master bedroom officially. We plan to do at least one other room this weekend, so I think I will wait and keep track of how many times we play in the master bedroom over the course of the month and just list the number of times at the end of the month.
Musicman was sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of him, he had the leather paddle within reach. I'm such a wanton slut, he tugs at my dress and I immediately remove it. He picked up the paddle and told me to spread my legs, which of course, I did. He started in swatting the lady parts and I began to melt. In an effort to stay at least partially upright and on my feet, I reached down and braced hands on his legs. This position conveniently positioned my breasts right at eye level for him. He continued swatting with one hand and started in pinching and pulling at my nipples with the other. He soon began to swat and spank my breasts too.
The sting was building quite nicely on my breasts and pussy and I began to have more difficulty staying upright. Musicman stood up and pulled me into his arms and started applying the paddle to my backside. By then I wasn't able to stand upright without his support, and that was just the warm up. He soon positioned me standing, bent over at the front of the lounge.
Then he started to really apply the paddle, fast and furious, to my backside. He didn't stop until I had my first orgasm, which came pretty quickly. Then he told me to spread my legs again. He spanked my pussy, again, fast and furious until I came. There was no hope of me remaining on my feet at that point, so he dropped the paddle and grabbed my hips. He held me up as he entered me from behind. I came twice more before I just had to collapse on the lounge.
Sitting on the lounge with him still standing where he had been put his beautiful cock at mouth level for me. I didn't even think, I just reached out and grabbed him to pull him in closer. I wanted to taste him so badly at that point, but all I tasted were my own juices dripping off him. I have no problems with that and it didn't slow me down a bit. If anything it may have inspired me to work harder at making him cum, cause while I don't mind the taste of own juices, it's his I crave.
Success was achieved in short order, I lapped up all the cum I could reach. Some of it I couldn't, cause my tongue is not long enough to reach my eyebrows or my ears. Instead I just rubbed it in and call it my favorite face cream. I'm not officially claiming this room yet. It's going to be cold and rainy here this weekend. That leaves us with plenty of time to play. I'm listing last evening as a life affirming event and moving on.