Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Ah, the Saran Wrap

Take the following things and roll them into one: saran wrap, a horney wife, and a husband who has a good sense of adventure and what do you get? Our Saturday night.

How Mike and I got on the subject of dental dams I'm not sure. Yeah, I have to be honest that I'm kinda deft about that kind of stuff, but I said "hey why don't you go down on me and we use Saran wrap instead?" Talk about hot. He's ALWAYS willing to down on me, I love it and can come easily from it, but adding the Saran wrap was fun. As he licked me continously, my fantasies ranged from new guy who I just picked up at a bar to a my hot internist that I have a secret crush on. After I came, I made him put on a condom to complete the fantasy of "new guy". At first I was worried I wouldn't have another orgasim, but not so. He got on top and we talked about the girls he fucked with condoms and the guys I didn't. I'll admit it: I've always liked it raw, without condoms.

Sunday morning, woke up naked next to him horney again. Later in the afternoon we napped. I had total sex dreams about fucking old college boyfriends. Mike pressed up against me and with the 10 minutes we had to spare before kids came knocking on the door, we lubed up and fucked again.

6 comments:

Get8More said...

Nice and sexy read...

Ronald10021 said...

I need to stop reading blogs at work because now I'm here sporting a hard-on and wishing I was that "new guy" getting to flirt and play with you. I definitely want to hear more, especially about how you have "always liked in raw, without condoms".....

Another Suburban Mom said...

Very sexy! I might just have to try that!

JTP said...
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kixxmn said...

I was thinking you were going to have a new guy wrap up Mike with the saran wrap.... Sitting in the chair next to the bed....
It works very well keeps his hands off himself and is not easy to get out of...
Mr K

Angie said...

Thanks, all. Mr K., I have another post coming up on that very subject . . .