Week 21--Lingerie

I'm not, nor have I ever been, a lingerie guy.  I believe that the naked female body needs no adornment.  There's nothing that hotter than nudity.  But, as time has gone on, I've been more open to it.  And this is the challenge part--opening myself up and learning to appreciate lingerie.  Wifey doesn't have a lot...she got rid of a lot of it when we got together because she knew that it wasn't my thing.  But there's a little bit left in her arsenal to play with, including one that she got as a gift when we got married.  With the kids lurking about, things moved to the privacy of the bedroom rather quickly, where she changed into her sexy white camisole.

I tried.  I really did, but it just does nothing for me.  I tried to understand why anyone would prefer a beautiful woman in lingerie than naked.  It's like putting ketchup on Kobe beef...I want to get my hands (and lips...and tongue...and...) on all of those delicious lady bits.   After a long and sort of silly discussion about it, I put my mouth on all of those delicious lady bits.  We had really, really great sex, but I couldn't help but be annoyed that her boobs were covered up when I went to suck on them at times.  I will admit, she looked sexier in doggy than I would have anticipated and it was kind of fun (in a porn star sort of way) to pull her boobs up out of her top.

But still, not my thing.  I love that she wears cute and somewhat revealing pajamas around the house to the extent she can around pre-teen kids (short shorts, low-cut shirts).  But that's what "lingerie" is about to me--sexy little things that turn me on when we're not having sex.  Things that make me anticipate sex.  When the lights go off, everything comes off.  The time for anticipation is over.

Week 20--All About Her

"All about her" isn't as easy as you'd necessarily think.  She is very vocal that I'm a generous lover (I try really hard to be), so I have to figure out how to step it up.  There are nights that I do more than others and I definitely have my bag of tricks, but I was a little worried that it wouldn't be enough to meet lofty expectations.

We started off with some nice, long oral...with plenty of fingers involved.  Cuz mama likes that.  After two or three good orgasms, we started having sex, but I made it a point to be a little more attentive with kisses and touching.  And some tricks.  The results were orgasm after orgasm, even considering that she's had trouble reaching O from certain positions.

All in all, she says mission accomplished.  And if she's happy, I'm happy.

Week 19--Rough Sex

I've known since we've been together that wifey loves being handled roughly...being held down, having her hair pulled and having her ass smacked is a huge turn on for her.  Under normal circumstances, I suppose I could be described as "assertive" in bed--I tend to be pretty loving, but I'm still assertive about moving her around, putting her where I want her and holding her there.  She likes it.  When I'm drunk, I get "aggressive"--I hold her down, fuck her hard and, generally, man-handle her.  She loves it.  What I generally don't do is hit her or pull her hair.  There's something inside of my head that stops me from causing her pain, even though that gets her off.  So this challenge was really for me to see if I could shake those inhibitions.

I know that I'm a lot more sexually aggressive and rougher when I'm drunk, so, as luck would have it, we got down to business after dinner and (quite a) few drinks with some friends, so I had a little buzz on.  We showered, went up stairs and started fooling around.  I started off as my usual "assertive" self, but with a little prompting from wifey and quite a lot of conscious effort, I started smacking her ass.  Later on, I added in a bit of surprisingly spontaneous hair pulling, which she seemed to enjoy.

We've been here, done this before.  I don't have anything against being rough, but it's just not me for some reason.  It really seems unnatural and forced when I try to do it and I get the sense that the execution leaves a little bit to be desired.  All in all, I'm never really "into it," but we'll see how things go if/when it happens again.

Week 18--Erotic Literature

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Week 17--Morning Sex

This should be so easy.  But it wasn't.  We've had morning sex countless times, so why is this so elusive?  Well, as always, the big problem is our busy lives and hard jobs.  This week, there hasn't been a day when at least one of us has had to work.  On Thursday, wifey woke me up early to have sex, but I was so worn out from the week, that I was too out of it and she gave up, sadly, before I had a chance to wake up.  We went back and forth several times this week about when and, even, if we'd complete the challenge. 

Wifey loves, and I mean loves, morning sex.  Me?  Not quite as much.  Don't get me wrong, I'm down for a good, sweaty grunt just about any time, but I have some trouble getting going in the morning most times, so a morning romp works best for me on the weekends. Also, my orgasms aren't quite as strong in the AM as they are later in the day.  But still, there's something about rolling over and sticking it in that's just awesome.

After going 16 for 16, we couldn't let things fall by the wayside, so we got up early on Friday morning and had at it.  It was a predictably quick romp...about 15-20 minutes. Then off to work...unfortunately.  We both agree that, while it's nice to get your work day started by getting off, morning sex is better when it's a leisurely endeavor...like on a weekend.

Still...17 for 17...