Speaker 1: Hello, my love lies.
Speaker 2: I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my Erotic Whispers, my
podcast where we celebrate the joyful, sexual and sensual lives
that all women need and to serve. This week, I'm
delighted to present a story that illustrates that the lust
and passion that lives in our hearts doesn't need to
fade as we get older, and it doesn't need to
fade if you've been with your partner.
Speaker 1: For a lot of years.
Speaker 2: Either. The desire and lust we have for our lover's
bodies can and should live forever. Ruth sent me this
story and said she wrote it for her husband, who
made her laugh one day by gifting her the Comma Sutra.
That led to a conversation where they discovered that they
both sometimes wanted rough sex, a desire that had been
buried due to a miscommunication many years earlier. So here
they are married for thirty years and still discovering new
ways of enjoying each other's bodies. I love that so much,
and I think as you listen to the story, you
will too. This week's narrator is joy X with the
wonderful assistance of Greg and please note this podcast is
intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1: Two nights ago, Morgan, my wonderful husband of thirty years,
came in and told me that he had been looking
over tantric sex positions. I raised an eyebrow, Oh you
have have you? My tone was intended to be, of course,
you have you, silly man. Look, we've been married a
long time, and we've had plenty of wild moments in bed,
enough that I thought we had settled into a very
nice cadence of passion and contentment. But my enterprising husband
presumably took my amused response as meaning enthusiastic interest and
launched into quite a graphic monologue about tantric sex. He
particularly liked one where I'm on my side and he's
kneeling and kind of entering me from a side angle.
He also liked some of the positions described as acrobatic.
I have to admit what started out as amusing was
actually getting pretty hot. What can I say? I love
my husband. I still think he's hot and well, having
sex with him has always been one of my favorite things,
So him talking about sex couldn't not be hot, know
what I mean.
Speaker 3: Look, I know we're getting up in years, but we're
in good shape, and you know I'm strong enough.
Speaker 4: I totally want to try riding the horse.
Speaker 1: That was a comment I found particularly amusing. I was
tempted to say, hold on, Padna, but I just let
him go on.
Speaker 3: And also, we already have a head start if we
want to work through all the Kamma Sutra positions. When
we did it sitting down, that was basically a variance
of the pivot position, so we could probably just skip
that one and move on to something even more interesting.
Speaker 1: Wait, so now we're going to work our way through
the Kamasutra. I wasn't necessarily opposed to the idea, and
watching Morgan's enthusiasm was both cute and hot, but it
did seem a little odd, like earning a badge on
the Dude Achievement List. His look was both intense and hesitant,
like that moment when you're dating and the guy first
puts his hand between your legs. That look, I have
to admit, I kind of melted that. Here we are
in our fifties and we still had that kind of
spark in us.
Speaker 4: Don't think it will be amazing.
Speaker 1: I was about to answer him when he jumped back
into his monologue.
Speaker 4: Oh and check this out. You will love this.
Speaker 3: Sixty nine with the man on top is a tancer position,
So we could do that like right away.
Speaker 4: How cool would that be?
Speaker 1: We had definitely already done that a few times, one
of which was a moment that I still used in
my fantasies. But I digress, and he was on a roll.
I looked up at him over my book, so I
either get to ride you like a horse or a
you fucked my mouth. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist teasing him.
The reality was that him completely losing himself as he
fucked my mouth was exactly why I still fantasized about that.
One night, he kind of pouted.
Speaker 3: Well, I don't think that fits in with the tantric
spirit of everything, but I guess you could describe it
that way.
Speaker 1: I could tell he was a little tentative and didn't
know if I was teasing him or dismissing him because
I wasn't in the mood. I was tempted to tease
him more, but he was so damn cute in his
earnest appreciation of tantric positions, and frankly, I was getting
quite turned on that I just couldn't. I closed my
book and I set it down. I gave him a
wicked smile. Okay, I'm ready to be your cow girl.
Now do you really want to risk asking me twice?
He laughed and stood up.
Speaker 4: I just didn't think he'd be that interested.
Speaker 1: That made me a little sad, but we were both older.
Maybe this tantric thing was a good idea. I decided
to let him know that I was actually quite into
it in a playful way. Of course, I've ridden you
enough times when kind of looking forward to finding out
what it's like to be the ride e.
Speaker 4: I'm going to take a quick shower.
Speaker 1: His poision enthusiasm was both cute and again really hot.
I went down and got some wine. I mean, it
can still be romantic while he's riding me and I'm groaning,
and the wine kind of sets that mood. It had
to actually become almost this ritual. We get aroused and
decide to have sex and out comes the wine. Come
to think of it, I'm surprised we hadn't combined the
two by having me lick wine off his dick or
him pouring it and licking it off my tits. Holy shit,
we were both starting to think, like when we were
twenty five. Maybe it was due to the kids no
longer being in the house. I made a mental note
to definitely lick wine off Morgan's dick at some point.
So I got the wine, fluffed the pillows, and pulled
down the comforter in sheets, slid out of my clothes,
and then crawled into bed. I could hear the shower
still going, so I closed my eyes and try to
remember what the hell the riding the horse position was.
He had paged through so many photos that I wasn't sure.
Was it the one where the male partner is holding
the woman freely in his hands while he fucks her
in various ways. That sounded kind of fun, especially as
Morgan would have no trouble lifting me and kind of
tossing me around as he penetrated me in various angles. Actually,
that sounded like a lot of fun. I didn't think
it was the one where the man is on his
hands and feet looking up his body basically a table
with the arms and legs the table legs. The woman
then just basically sits on the man's stick. I liked
that one a lot, but that one had the woman
facing off to the side, not much like riding a horse. Anyway,
the shower had stopped in and I brought my attention
back to Morgan. By now, all this visualizing of various
sex positions was having an effect, and I was really
looking forward to riding Morgan, whatever the position. He crawled
into bed and we were on our sides, facing each
other as we kissed, pressing our bodies together as we
often did. We talked, running our hands over each other
while we shared our thoughts. We generally discussed romantic things, fantasies,
what we like, how we feel, things like that, but
not always. Sometimes we talked about traveling or more mundane
subjects while our hands cressed each other and we held
our naked bodies together. It wasn't the four play from
our twenties or the four play you read about in books,
but it was definitely four play. So we talked. Every
once in a while we would kiss. It may have
seemed random, but we always seemed to drop in relevant
bits of conversation that became sexual and brought us into
the moment. For example, I asked him to describe his
favorite photo from the various galleries of positions he looked at.
As soon as I asked him. I started to stroke
his dick with my hand, which was now pretty hard.
Speaker 3: How was this one photo? But it wasn't in the
sex positions part. It was in the gallery of couples
having sex.
Speaker 1: I paused and tried to sound shocked. Now, Morgan, are
you telling me you are looking at porn?
Speaker 4: Hey?
Speaker 3: You were the one I cut rousing photos of half
naked men on that website, so don't try to take
the high road, missy.
Speaker 1: I was going to correct him and tell him that
I was looking at romance novels, but I was kind
of curious about the photo he saw that turned him on. Okay,
you got me there. Now tell me about this photo
you liked.
Speaker 3: Well, it's probably not what you would think. There was
nothing provocative or really all that graphic about it. A
woman is on her knees and pulling the underwear down off.
This guy standing in front of her. His cock is
hard and half out of the briefs, straining against the fabric.
The woman is looking at her with this look of
pure desire, like all she wants is to touch, see
and suck it. It was such an intense look on
her face. I loved that.
Speaker 1: I don't know if he did it by design, but
I found the mental image incredibly hot too. By now,
Morgan was crossing my tits with one hand while running
his other hand over my hips and stomach, and every
so often down to my pussy, where he would stroke me.
I kept my legs together, but I really wanted to
just pull my knees apart, spread my legs wide, and
have Morgan just let his hand explore every part of
my pussy. However, sometimes it's better when you slow things down,
even if you have to delay what you really want.
I liked our conversation and how we were slowly building
up the sex, so rather than spreading my legs, I
continued the conversation. It just felt right. So tell me
about riding the horse.
Speaker 4: It's hard to explain. I should just show you the picture.
Speaker 1: Morgan made to get up and get the picture, but
I stopped him. No, I want to hear you describe it.
Speaker 4: Oh okay.
Speaker 1: He had this huge grin on his face as he
settled back down. I reached to stroke his dick while
he talked.
Speaker 3: So the man is face up, but not on his back.
He lifts his body up using his arms and legs.
Speaker 1: Ah so cowgirl, only you're lifting your body off the.
Speaker 3: Bed, not exactly, instead of straddling my body. You're also
in the same position, and as I entered you, you
have one leg over my leg or resting on my body.
Speaker 1: I'm not quite getting it like this. Morgan made both
his fingers look like scissors and then intertwine them. Oh,
I get it, like lesbian scissoring. Only our bodies are
off the bed and your dick is inside me exactly.
Speaker 3: But thinking it over, I have to be honest, I
don't think either one of us would be able to
hold our bodies up long enough.
Speaker 1: He laughed. But I was thinking the exact same thing.
We weren't twenty five anymore.
Speaker 4: So while I was in a shower, I was thinking
something different.
Speaker 1: I squeezed his dick.
Speaker 3: Go on, how about sixty nine with me on top?
We barely ever do that, and it's in the Kamasutra.
Speaker 1: I love that idea. He sounded really tentative, and I
couldn't understand it. The more I thought about it, the
more I wondered why we prey much never did that position.
I loved how it just took over and lost control.
Speaker 3: Really, the last time we did it, you mentioned that
I was a little too rough and it hurt your throat.
Speaker 1: I didn't even remember saying that, and I'm sure I
was probably just making a random comment about how rough
it was. I guess my mistake was not following up
that him losing control of me like that was a
good thing. I grabbed his face and made sure he
was looking in the eyes. You're never too rough, and
I like when you lose control.
Speaker 4: But I don't want to hurt you, honey.
Speaker 1: I can't believe we've been married this many years and
you don't know that you're incapable of hurting me in
any way. That makes me regretted. Afterward, he still looked confused.
I kissed him. Let me put it this way, the
comma suture demands that you bury your face in my
pussy while you're fucking my mouth, and if I'm sore afterward,
that means you did a good job. I squeezed his
dick again. By now we had stroked and crusted each
other so long that Morgan was really hard in my hand,
and he was easily slotting one and two fingers into
my wet pussy. He didn't say anything, but the look
of confusion turned into a desperate and primal look of desire.
Oh yes. He gently pushed me onto my back and
pulled himself onto his knees next to me. He leaned
over and held my shoulders down with two hands and
brought his face down to mine. He kissed me so
hard on the lips that it almost hurt. And then
he looked me right in the eyes and.
Speaker 4: Said, remember you demanded this.
Speaker 1: It sounded like the combination of a warning and a promise,
which took my heat level to eleven. Oh. I not
only want this, I need this. He kissed me softly,
it made it rough. He then kissed me hard and
long on the lips, stopping me from answering because he
kissed me hard again my cock. Another hard kiss. Well,
soon an even harder kiss be doing. Another hard kiss,
diss and then another hard kiss to your mouth, another
hard kiss. And then he pulled up and I hope
he saw the pure lust in my eyes. I never
realized he was so hung up on hurting me by
pushing that aside. I had unleashed some kind of beast.
Speaker 4: God.
Speaker 1: I was so hot, I felt like I was twenty.
Speaker 4: Now I'm going to ask one more time.
Speaker 1: I couldn't even speak as I soaked in the pure
desire in his eyes.
Speaker 4: Are you ready for me to fuck your mouth?
Speaker 1: I was so wired I couldn't even talk. I just nodded,
say it, fuck, honey, do it? Do it now. He
pulled the covers all the way down off the bed.
I lay in the center, naked and exposed. His deck
was so hard I was practically pointing straight up. His
desire made me even more hot. I reached down to
touch myself and I was completely wet. As much as
I loved Morgan going down on me, and I adore
his tongue getting me off, I was focused on something else,
him losing control in my mouth. I was pretty sure
would hurt, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel
him completely lost in desire. He crawled on hands and
knees up to my shoulders and slid his knee over
my head. I creussed his thighs with my hands as
I spread my legs a bit more. He lowered himself
onto his elbows, leaned down and gave my pussy a kiss.
Speaker 4: Fuck you are so wet.
Speaker 1: I felt him lick my pussy up and down, hungrily,
taking in all my juices. God, it was so hot,
especially as his hard dick was inches above my face.
It was my turn to pleasure him. I grabbed his
ass and pulled his dick down. I reached around and
guided it in them my mouth. He was moving very slowly,
so I kissed and licked his head before they slid
between my lips. God, I loved his dick. It was
so hard. I had sucked it countless times, and I
never got tired of it. He was barely moving his
body and was clearly focused on my pussy, and it
was tough for me to concentrate because it felt so
fucking good. But I wanted Morgan to lose control. I
needed him to lose control. I put both my hands
on his ass and pulled hard. His dick pressed deep
into my mouth. Oh fucking he stopped licking me, which
made me smile. I got his attention. I grabbed his
hips and pushed his body up and down, his dick
sliding in and out of my mouth. He still wasn't moving,
so I pushed up and his dick slid out of
my mouth. Your dick feels so good, but it would
feel so much better if you were really letting go
and fucking me like you promised. It was like a
light went off. I wrapped my lips around his dick
just as he shoved his hips down on my face.
His dick slid toward the back of my throat. I
didn't even have time to get used to that when
he pulled out and pushed it back in. He was
going slow, but he was not holding back and thrust
it in and out. I couldn't tell him to stop.
I didn't want him to stop. The only way I
could communicate was with my hands, and I just pulled
him in deeper as he pushed down.
Speaker 4: With all fuck, fock, fuck that feels so good.
Speaker 1: His moans made me even hotter, and I leaned my
head further back.
Speaker 4: Oh fuck, honey, I can't stop. I need to fuck
your mouth.
Speaker 1: I squeezed his ass with my hands, and at that
moment he lost control. He went faster and pushed harder.
I wasn't ready for the pure raw power of his thrusting,
but he obviously didn't know or didn't care, and his
dick pushed all the way down my throat. Fuck. It
was unbelievable. There was no gentle licking, no soft sucking.
He was totally out of control and slamming his dick
in and out of my throat. Everything about it was exquisite,
the hardness of his dick deep in my throat while
his soft hair brushed my lips. Then the most amazing
thing happened. He started thrusting faster, and I could feel
his heart as iron cock get even bigger and harder.
Speaker 4: I fat, I'm going to come if possible.
Speaker 1: He went faster and rder.
Speaker 4: Oh God, yes, yes.
Speaker 1: He shoved his dick deep in my mouth and stopped.
We had sex countless times and many positions and in
many places, and this moment immediately was the single most
erotic moment of my life. My nose was buried in
his pubicare while his dick was throbbing in my mouth.
I could deeply smell his sex as his body tensed
and his hotcum shot directly into my throat. I couldn't breathe,
but I didn't care. I just wanted to keep feeling
his throbbing dick on my tongue and his hot com
shooting on my throat. Soon, too soon, he lifted his hips.
His hot dick was above my face, dripping spit and
cum on my face. Holy fuck, I was fifty eight
years old and I was sitting there getting off on
come and spit dripping on my face. I gasped for breath.
My throat was really sore, and my jaw was stiff
and hurt a bit. But being sore and stiff are
the kind of things I would joke with my girlfriends
about indicative of us all getting old. This, however, was
me sore and stiff from getting fucked hard. God, I
felt like I was twenty.
Speaker 4: Are you okay?
Speaker 1: Holy fuck, honey, I'm way more than okay. That was
so fucking hot. He didn't say anything, but a second
later I felt his tongue slide from my clit all
the way down my pussy.
Speaker 4: You are kidding. You are so fucking wet.
Speaker 1: He went slow and then fast. He was constantly licking
and then sucking lightly on my clit, each one getting
me a little hotter and making me quiver. I didn't
believe the sensation. At one point when he was thrusting
his tongue in and out of my pussy and his
chin was rhythmically rubbing against my clit. Oh fuck, don't
stop doing that. That feels so good. I couldn't stop
myself and lifted my hipster grind a bit as he
slid his tongue in and out. At this point, a
drop of cumb dripped onto my cheek, and the reminder
of Morgan's orgasm put me over the top. He slid
two fingers in my pussy and just focused his tongue
on my clit. Fuck fuck, yes, oh my god, yes,
lick my clit. Don't stop. As Morgan's tongue danced all
over my clit, I lifted my head up and took
Morgan's cock in my mouth. He was fairly soft, and
I just enjoyed the feeling of his post orgasm dick
filling my mouth. The combination was pure pleasure. Oh yes,
I'm so close. I started the thrust up against his
tongue so that it rhythmically pressed a bit harder against
my clit as he licked. Oh fuck, yes, yes, oh
I'm coming.
Speaker 4: Yes.
Speaker 1: My orgasm hit and Morgan shoved this tongue down against
my clit. My whole body quivered under his I was
breathing hard when Morgan slid his leg back over my
head and crawled up next to me. He smelled so
much of me and his total immersion and my pleasure
was intoxicating. Oh my god, honey, I could feel you coming.
I felt your dick throb and your body tense, and
then you came. I took a deep, satisfied breath.
Speaker 4: Wow, your voice is on little raspy did it her?
Speaker 1: Definitely didn't want to give him any excuse not to
do this again, so rather than admit that my throat
was really sore and my jaw was already aching, I
kissed him. I was thinking that you should go harder
and faster next time, so take that as you will
next time. Well, I guess we need to get through
the rest of your Comma suture book first. His smile
couldn't be any wider.
Speaker 4: I have so many ideas.
Speaker 1: Uh, I'm sorry, Buster, No, Morgan looked confused. I get
to pick the next position.
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