Maybe I just don’t like pussy

We’re both awake at 5am, and my Wife rolls over, wrapping Her arms around me.
Her : I got woken by strange dreams.
Me : What were yours about?
Her : I can’t remember. How about yours?
Me : This is going to sound weird …
Her : OK.
Me : … anxiety about forgetting keyboard shortcuts [on the software I use for work] and trying to convince you that the cheese counter of the supermarket isn’t the right place to buy sex toys …

I have a confession, Dear Reader.
I
was having an anxiety dream about QWERTY keyboards, but the bit about my Wife trying to buy a vibrator instead of large, ripe, blue veined Stilton … That was based on a dream I had ages ago, and I’ve wanted to tell Her about it ever since. But as we don’t casually chat about sex over lunch, and have never talked about sex toys, it wasn’t going to be easy to drop into conversation. Until now.

She strokes my chest, and we both know we’re going to fuck. I’ve not had a wank in something like a fortnight – maybe it’s more – it certainly feels like it. Because I know She wants to me to cum when we fuck, rather than needing Her to finish me off with Her hands, I’ve been hoarding my sperm, and trying to remind my genitals what they were designed for. And you know what, Dear Reader? I think it just might work, this time.

For once, we’ve got Her particularly wet. My cock eases into Her cunt with almost no friction at all. She’s hot, tight and wet and She feels awesome. As I slide in and out of Her, for once I’m not thinking about Her orgasm, just mine. We both want me to cum in Her pussy, and She said not so long ago (in that context) that She’s happy for me to manually get Her to climax if I’ve already shot my load and lost wood. And this is my aim. I have more than 2 weeks’ worth of jizz and expectation in my turgid, aching balls, and I can feel it building almost straight away. This might be quick for me, but we’ll both get what we want. She reaches for my sack, stroking, gently kneading, sliding Her fingers along my sopping shaft as it slowly glides in and out of Her quim. I can’t tell you how good this feels … both in my loins and in my head. I’m enjoying this.

And then I lose the moment.

Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck!!!!
FUCK!!!
FUUUUCK!!!!!!!

How did that go wrong?

We pause for breath.
We communicate. (Verbally.)
I mention how I was sure I was going to cum in Her pussy. I’m explicit about this. I want Her to hear dirty words, even if She never uses them. I want Her to feel comfortable with them, for them to be as normal as they should be in sex.
I mention that I haven’t had a wank for about 2 weeks. I want Her to know that’s a long time for me.
She asks if I want the light on. She’s seen the smile on my face when I get to watch my dick disappear into Her hairy snatch so She knows that’ll keep my mind engaged. (She has no idea how much more I’d smile if I could watch my dick disappear into Her Brazilian crested snatch.)

We start grinding again. And I can feel the tension rising from my nuts. This might yet work.
I can sense Her ascending Her climactic hill, though I’m still meandering across the alluvial plains of mine. So I make Her cum. Deep, hard, steady thrusts that massage Her mound and clit. And I keep Her cumming as long as I can. Till She’s breathless, panting, giggling a little. A job well done.

So what about me?
We discuss. (Again I incant the names of the trinity – Cock, Cunt and Cum.)
We go again.
I’m focussing on me.
She plays with my nipple piercing – pinching it gently. Fuck, yes, that’s good. Her other hand moves to my arse crack – is She reaching for my hole? Damn I hope so. Hmmm, I think She can’t reach, but never mind, She digs Her fingers into my buttock and I feel cool air against my anus. There’s even a smile on Her face. I am so gonna flood Her twat like this.
But somehow, as engaged as She is trying to be, there’s an odd disconnect at waist level. Her hands and head are doing great work. Hell, She’s even letting me (carefully) play with Her tits after She’s cum – this is without president – She’s obviously trying for me. But it feels like I’m just fucking a hole, and it’s not working for me. Her splayed hips are getting tired so I stop and tell Her this. In these words. I tell Her it’s not criticism and make sure She knows what She’s doing is fucking fantastic. (With hindsight, I am extremely thankful She understood this as it was meant!)

Maybe it’s not that I’m wanking too much after all. Surely after a fortnight’s abstinence, and with a need to cum that’s almost painful, surely fucking should have had it’s effect by now? Jeez … I’ve been fucking Her for 45min now! I tell Her all this.

I dismount, we curl up together and talk a little more? Is it better if She’s on top? Where She can reach everything. Can be more dexterous.
Truthfully, I doubt it. I laughingly suggest She just fucks me some more.
She needs a rest, so She winds Her fingers round my tool and starts to stroke. Her hand jobs are very different to mine – a completely different action, a completely different set of sensations. But I know, straight away, that I could cum quickly like this and tell Her I’m glad She stopped when She climbs on top and sinks down onto my aching dick. She rides me for a while, stroking Her fingers along my shaft. I tell Her it feels great and I’m jealous – that She gets to play with my cock and balls when we fuck, but I’m not allowed to touch Her beautiful pussy. I remind Her about having said She enjoys the effect of wanking me, but not the mechanics, and tell Her how much I love masturbating Her. I really do!

And I also have to tell Her that whilst this feels great, I’m probably not going to cum. She slips off me and curls up next to me, reaching for my cock with Her hand. I remind Her I want to cum in Her cunt, not Her hands. (Those words.) She says it doesn’t matter and Her fist starts to pump. This isn’t going to take long.

I pull back the duvet so we can both watch Her tug me off. Not that we have much opportunity. I tell Her not to stop. And repeat my request as the first stream of seed stains me from naval to neck. She keeps going, and I keep cumming. Another 6 full jets of ecstasy, almost hitting me in the face. And another two or three lesser spurts as She wrings the last of my pleasure from me.

Fuck that was good. Getting wanked by my Wife. More effective that fucking Her. It shouldn’t be. It was great, but this should be different.

As I recline in diminishing post-coital twitches, She says She doesn’t think I should lay off the wanking, for the sake of my prostate. And She’s probably right. As I’ve explained before, Dear Reader, I’ve had minor health issues with both epididymitis and an enlarged prostate in the past, and years ago was advised by my GP to ejaculate regularly. My Wife knows this, and a daily wank certainly keeps them comfortable. She says we’ll try to have more sex.

But where does this leave me? I can cum in my hand. I can cum in Hers. I can save weeks worth of semen till I’m desperate to shoot my load, but still not cum in Her. What does that say? There seem to be two possibilities to me:
First is that Her body is the problem, Her cunt’s not tight enough, or something like that. But I’m not buying that. Her cunt feels fantastic.
The second, as mad as it seems, is that I just don’t get off on pussy any more.

10 Responses to “Maybe I just don’t like pussy”

  1. I’m thinking of something smart to say. If you don’t hear from me in the next 20 minutes….you can figure I have not come up with anything. (I’m thrilled for you that you at least having sex. You are light years ahead of me.)

    Bises,
    Dawn

  2. I don’t think you should feel bad about this at all. The man who was my lover for a while rarely came in me. Of all the times we had sex I think that only happened three times. He simply required more friction. 🙂 this wasn’t a problem for either if us as we both knew it was a “him not me” thing. He would get me off eight or so times with his cock and then it was be my turn to take care of him with my hands and mouth.

    • My experience with TN is similar. He jerks off 2-4x a day, however, so he’s convinced that’s why he rarely cums in me. Although there have been times when he’s abstained and he still couldn’t cum in me and he loves fucking me.

      At least you’ve had some sex to figure this all out. I’m happy for you, too, that the communication has increased. Well done!

    • I’m sure this issue is actually down to me at least partly. (Not that I’m beating myself up for beating myself off.) And although our sex life has never been what you might call rampant, I used to cum in my Wife nearly every time. Even when we used condoms. Add to that, I’m wanking less now than I did 10yrs ago so I still ought to be up to the task (even though I’m a little older and less fit … but please don’t talk aboubt that, lest I get self consious 😉 ). I think maybe sex is more a cerebal thing for me now, and I need more than just a cunt. I need my mind fucking too. And that’s down to us, andyes, to comunication too.

    • Do I feel bad about it? I’m not sure. I do think it’s something that can be improved upon. And if my Wife wants me to cum in Her, surely I should at least try to oblige 😉 And as much as I do like getting tossed off by Her, I too prefer to cum in Her.

  3. Sex is a head game as much as a body game. Sex for you right now is complicated and tense – there is a lot of pressure to “do it right.” This HAS to be a contributing factor.

    • Very true.
      The thing I find interesting (being the analytical type) is that of the things i get the impression cause men most anxiety, making your partner cum, and lasting long enough, neither are a problem for me. Whereas pleasing myself, which I can do myself easily, is the hard bit.
      Of course I may just be making excuses for my self and not realise. LOL

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