When Paul Michaels came up to bed after watching the news, Ellen was in bed, reading, wearing a shortie nightgown he didn't remember having seen. She looked up, diffident, "I thought you might want to..."
"Ummm," Paul gathered his wits. "Good guess..." What happened to the flannel number? Maybe she's serious... Paul shucked out of his clothes, hanging them in the closet; stumbling around after she cut the lights was a great way to get sore shins. For Ellen, sex was something done in the dark... Paul left his shorts on as a sop to Ellen's modesty and crawled into bed, then shucked the damned things. Paul didn't like getting bound up in clothing in bed. He'd been wearing PJ's for years to keep Ellen happy, but... He slid the shorts out from under the covers, dropping them on the floor. If this thing was really going to fly, they'd be in the way...
Ellen gathered her courage and reached for the light, and Paul grumbled to himself, 'One day, I'm gonna see her naked...' But the light didn't STAY off - Ellen clicked the 3-way through the 'off' position and back onto 'low'. Then she flipped back the covers!
Paul's sigh died - largely because he stopped breathing. Ellen lay there, propped against the headboard with her knees up - basically, the same position she'd been reading in. But the position - and the translucence of the nightie - made it clear that she wasn't wearing panties...
"The, um, girls said you might appreciate being able to see," Ellen mumbled. "Do you, um, want the top off?"
"If it's not a problem for you, please!" Paul replied.
"I have all kinds of problems - that I've got to work through." Ellen's voice was shaky, but she grabbed the nightie at the hem and lifted it over her head. "I'm not ready to look yet, though..."
"...So I guess a blow job is out of the question?" Paul quipped.
Ellen's fear-filled eyes opened and locked on Paul's. "I-I'll get there, I promise! But I'm trying to handle a lot of new stuff, now, and..."
"Whoa, I apologize!" Paul interrupted, reaching out to rub her side, "You're working hard, and I'm impressed! It was only a joke..."
"Well," Ellen declared, somewhat mollified, "I'll STILL get there; the girls say it's a mainstream practice, and I shouldn't act like a fool about it." Her eyes had again closed. "They also said that it would probably help us both if I let you touch me... down there..."
"Really?" Paul wasn't surprised at the content of the suggestion, but he WAS surprised that Ellen was making it. "I'm developing more respect for the girls by the minute! Why don't you scoot down so you're a bit more ready..."
Ellen slid down to lie flat, her head still propped by the two pillows she had been using as a backrest to a position that, had she opened her eyes would grant her a full field of view through the valley of her breasts, across the flat plane of her stomach, to whatever events were unfolding at her pubic mound. But her eyes were still closed... Paul watched her slide down, savoring the jiggles as her breasts went from the generally conical (allowing for gravity) shape they maintained when she was upright to the flattened, fat mounds that characterized her supine position. Paul's hands and lips were familiar with those mounds, but Ellen's modesty made viewing them under anything resembling decent lighting a rare treat. But the knees remained up, and the legs spread, which from Paul's location actually impeded his view. He realized, however, that if he moved, he would have an unparalleled opportunity, so he shifted positions toward the foot of the bed.
"The girls said," Ellen rambled on, nervously, "that if I let you do that, I'd get more aroused, and you'd be happier, and that I'd probably get wetter, which would make it better when you..." Ellen ran out of words - she'd rambled to the point of having to come up with a word for intercourse, and frankly didn't have an acceptable one.
"Man!" Paul exclaimed reverently from a position basically between her knees. Ellen opened one eye and beheld her husband gazing in wonder at something that, frankly, he'd never before seen. Paul had wormed his way to a position along the foot of the bed that allowed him to curve his upper body into the gap between Ellen's upright knees, and he was mentally photographing every detail of her exposed crotch.
"I see the girls were right, again!" Ellen observed, nervously. Paul merely nodded, rapt. Nerves caused her to provide more filler, "Still, in case it doesn't work, I got some K-Y. The girls suggested it, although Merry said she really didn't think it would be necessary, ultimately. She said once you got going..." Paul's eyes flickered to the tube on the table when hers did, but he had other ideas...
Ellen's eyes snapped shut, and she stiffened, trying not to flinch as she detected Paul reaching out, but his touch was gentle as he laid his forefinger along the left lip of her exposed pussy. The mere act of drawing it gently down along the outside from the vicinity of her clitoris to her perineum caused the loose, thin lips to retract, revealing a coral pink valley between. Paul moved up a bit for a closer look, and repeated the action on the other side.
Ellen's closed eyes and her focused attention led her to believe that she could feel every hair that his finger drifted past, let alone the gentle touch in an area whose sensitivity she'd never really appreciated before. Paul reached out again, this time dragging his finger along the clitoral hood from it's base at the top of her mound to the endpoint, where the loose folds extended beyond the suddenly insistently active bundle of nerves. Ellen hissed in a quick breath between her teeth and grabbed handfuls of sheet as the sensation flashed from the contact point across her body, lifting the hairs on her arms as gooseflesh appeared there.
"Are you okay" Paul asked, concerned.
"Uh huh!" Ellen forced out past constricted lungs. She was wound up tight, awaiting the next shockwave.
"Did it hurt?" Paul insisted.
"UH UH!" Ellen's negation was firm, even if its emotional freighting was unclear.
Paul repeated the action, and Ellen, less surprised at the contact, could better appreciate the pleasure involved. It felt REALLY good, like the better times when she and Paul were... Ellen frowned; she really HAD to come up with a name for it... At the same time, she felt a wave of moisture flow, top down, along her vagina, as if it was breaking into a sweat.
Paul detected a pulse of the tiny vaginal opening, but couldn't decide whether it was independent of the action of his finger, or a direct effect of the pressure. He shrugged to himself - did it matter? He wet a finger and dragged it upward along the exposed strip of pink flesh from the base past the opening of her vagina (did it flex a bit, trying to capture the finger?), spreading the folds of the clitoral hood, and finally brushing the exposed portion of the little pink nub. The first thing he discovered was that he'd probably wasted his time wetting the finger; there was plenty of smooth, slightly oily lubricant pooled at the bottom of Ellen's slit. But more interesting was Ellen's galvanized reaction to the ball of Paul's finger dragging gently over her clit!
"Aaaaahh!" she exclaimed, eyes popping open, arms waving, hands finally settling for handfuls of sheet. Ellen's open knees tried to cross over Paul's shoulders, and her pussy PULSED, there was no doubt of it! Paul looked up across the plain of Ellen's belly to see her chin and distended nostrils (she'd thrown her head back) between stiff nipples sitting atop tightly crinkled aureolae. "Too intense! Can't stand it!"
"But you like it, don't you?" Paul murmured, smiling.
"Yessss!" Ellen hissed. "Just... Easy!"
Paul nodded (not that Ellen could see it - she was staring sightlessly at the ceiling) and began sliding his left forefinger alongside the clitoral hood. Waves of pleasure suffused Ellen's senses. She closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side. "I think its working," Paul ruminated. He wet his right forefinger, and placed it against Ellen's vaginal opening, which dilated to accept it. He slid the tip in, and the tunnel accepted it to the second knuckle, comfortably, the flesh damp, slick, and supple. Paul rotated his hand and replaced the finger in the vicinity of Ellen's clitoris with his thumb, which he emplaced directly on the clitoral hood and began to rotate it, using the inserted finger as a base. Ellen, awash in the sensations, began to rotate her hips. Paul was nonplussed. "Ellen?"
Ellen whined in her throat, and her head flashed from left to right. "Uhhhh?"
"Are you okay?"
"Mmm fine - kinda... sh-shaky. F-feel really..." Apparently, Ellen lost her train of thought at that point.
Paul grinned. Time to up the ante... He slid forward, between the splayed thighs and blew warm breath over her pubic mound.
Ellen's eyes popped open. "Wh-what?"
Paul brought up his left hand and used his thumbs to spread and retract the clitoral hood from Ellen's already larger and stiffer clit, and lowered his lips over it.
"AAAAAAAAHH!" Ellen screamed, and her legs flew straight out. "Too much! Too much!"
Paul smiled, backing off. He couldn't remember having this much fun, ever! He released his thumbs, but drove back in, drubbing Ellen's now partially shielded clitoris with his tongue. Ellen's legs dropped back to a position over Paul's back, squeezing rhythmically as she strove to lift her hips to Paul's mouth. Paul pumped his embedded finger in the now soaking depths of Ellen's vagina, going deep into the warm, wet channel, while he continued to lap at Ellen's quivering clitoris.
Ellen began to pant, head slashing back and forth on the pillow, hands beating and grasping at the sheets. They settled in Paul's hair, where it was soon apparent that Ellen couldn't decide whether to pull him away, or crush him to her. She began breathing loudly through her nose, a closed mouth pant underscored by the whines coming from deep in her throat. She began to shake - everywhere! The whine became shrill, Ellen stiffened, and her back arched - and Paul felt her vagina began pulsing rhythmically, signaling the onset of her orgasm!
Ellen was awash. She had no arm, no legs - certainly, she had no idea what she might be doing with them! Her entire attention was focused upon the waves of incredible pleasure originating from her womanhood. She barely held onto consciousness while the waves cascaded over her. After a timeless period, Ellen started seeing again, and found her legs wrapped around her husband's back and her hands tangled in his hair. She released Paul's head, smoothing his rumpled hair. "Oh, God!" she gasped, "What did you do?"
"I think maybe I tapped the inner Ellen!" Paul chuckled.
"Ummm, yeah," Ellen focused still fuzzy eyes, "But we're not done yet. I - I think we need to... fuck... now."
"You sure?" Paul asked. "That was a lot of fun - I can pass for tonight..."
"No, I wanna," Ellen's voice was still thick. "Things been good thus far..."
"Well," Paul replied, "It isn't as if I'm not ready..." He moved up over Ellen, trying to settle into a position.
"Oh! Sorry!" Ellen lifted and spread weak knees. "Um, can I cross 'em over your back?"
"Well, okay..." Paul murmured dubiously.
"Ummm, the girls said..." Ellen began earnestly.
"Oh, well, that's different!" Paul chuckled, leaning down to kiss Ellen soundly. "The girls apparently know what they're talking about. You need any more prep?"
"No, I should be fine..." Ellen grinned back. "'M still a lil' loopy..."
"This is a little different," Paul observed, kneeling up. "I don't have to lay on you..."
"Uh huh," Ellen elaborated, "Like a push-up. You're s'posed to be able to go deeper..."
Paul knelt up and rubbed the head of his engorged cock along Ellen's labia. "It's a lot easier to hit," he observed. "Of course, I can see it..."
"Mmmmm, feels good! C'mon!" Ellen prodded.
Paul positioned himself, and prepared for the usual troublesome entry - but Ellen's vagina flowered open and engulf the head in a soft, buttery grip. Paul marveled, backed off a bit, and slipped in a bit more - only it went so well that a bit more was three inches! "Mmmm, nice!" Ellen enthused. Paul, more of his cock enclosed in warm, wet vagina than he ever remembered having, could only agree. He backed off again, and slid forward...and slid forward... and buried his cock to the hilt, his pubic bone banging into Ellen's clit.
"Oh, wow!" Two sets of wide eyes met over the mutual exclamation. Ellen was thoroughly shocked! First Paul had provided what she had come to consider 'normal' penetration, then he had backed off and suddenly, places she didn't know she HAD were full of cock... And then he did it AGAIN, and she was totally full! To top it all off, just as she was realizing just how far he was going to get, BONK! His pubic bone hit her smack on the clit, and she got this incredible flash! Paul, despite a successful terror campaign based on the idea that he could replace Ellen with little effort and the visual experience of a few porn flicks, was just as surprised; he had had basically one sexual partner since high school - Ellen. He was no more ready for the discovery of Ellen's buttery depths than Ellen was his real length! Paul instinctively withdrew until just his glans was inserted, then smoothly socketed his cock in Ellen's more than ready vagina a second time. Ellen had just enough time to miss it before Paul's cock slid into her depths again, the smooth rod parting her vaginal folds. And again, there was that flash at the end as his pubic bone crushed against her clitoris. Ellen began to think muzzily that this was going to be VERY good...
But Paul wasn't prepared for the waves of sensation that Ellen's depths were imparting, and surprise and over-stimulation took their toll. Withdrawal from that second stroke was the last straw; Paul lost all control as the urgent demands of his orgasm overwhelmed him. Ellen felt him stiffen as he inhaled hugely, then SLAM! He buried his cock in her vagina as if her were going to come out the other side! And Ellen felt a series of sensations she had never before felt: Paul's cock seemed to swell to half-again it's already huge (in her experience) size (It was really only a bit over six and a half inches) and then it pulsed! And Ellen FELT a gout of sperm hit the back wall of her sheath. Paul, totally mindless at this point, withdrew just a bit then again buried his cock to the hilt, crushing himself against her, and again Ellen felt the mighty pulse and the impact of the jet of his seed as it impacted!
Paul withdrew one more time and rocked forward, burying his cock for the third and final time, pushing, grinding, crushing his pubic mound against hers as he instinctively attempted to get as much of himself inside that source of heavenly sensations as he could get, his over-stimulated cock continuing to pulse as he held it there, buried, in Ellen's unresisting body.
And, indeed, Ellen was actually assisting the effort, as the combination of new sensations triggered a small orgasm - not a big one like Paul's efforts at tonguing her had given her, but an entirely satisfactory little pop, nonetheless - her crossed legs pulling him tighter against her as his crushing attack on her clit and his pulsating cock triggered shock waves in her vaginal sheath.
Paul came to himself as his supply of available semen began to dwindle, releasing the unrelenting pressure that he had been applying to Ellen's spare frame. "I'm sorry, Hon - I couldn't hold it and I got carried away..."
"No, no it was fine! Good!" Paul took in Ellen's dancing eyes and the flush across her face and chest, evidence of her own recent release, as she asserted somewhat breathlessly, "The best ever!" She pulled his momentarily spent form to her and rubbed his back reveling in the addition it gave to her new catalog of sensations.
"It's supposed to last longer," Paul grumbled sleepily, nibbling at her ear.
"Next time," she purred.
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