My Wife
Chapter 1, The Morning After
(Posted on Saturday, April 29, 2000)
This story was submitted by Blueboy.

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I slept very soundly that night and then I had a dream. I dreamt that my wife and I were dancing very slow and close. But there were no other couples. We were alone and we were dancing on a beach in Hawaii in the moonlight. I'm not sure how we danced in the sand, but hey, this is a dream, OK? As we danced I had my hands on the small of her back holding her close to me and she had her hands and forearms on my upper back and her head on my shoulder. We were wearing our swimsuits and were silent as we danced and held each other. Then she began to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

As she whispered, she took one hand off of my back and brought it down to my chest and used one finger to make small little circles around my nipple which became quite erect from this and the cool ocean breeze which I now began to feel on my skin. Then she moved her hand on my chest and I felt the warmth of it as it slipped under the waistband of my swimsuit and it gently caressed and stroked my manhood. As this happened her lips moved almost onto my ear and I heard her whisper, "Are you going to join me?" My manhood quickly grew to full size and she whispered again, "Oh, I think you are" and then along with her warm moist breath in my ear I felt her tongue gently exploring the crevices of my ear.

The vision of the beach, the moonlight, and the ocean began to fade as I gradually entered consciousness and I quickly realized that this was not totally a dream. We were not on the beach but in our bed and I was on my back and my wife was on her side very close to me and her tongue was in my ear. But it wasn't her hand on my manhood. She had one leg draped over my torso and it was bent at the knee and the sole of her bare foot was gently caressing my manhood. As she moved it ever so slightly up and down, the toes reached under my balls and tugged and squeezed them. The soft texture of her sole against my shaft and her toes caressing my balls was unbelievably exciting. My breathing grew shallow, as I was hotter than hot.

Somehow I managed the coherency to ask, "What about the baby?"

She withdrew her tongue from my ear and whispered, "She nursed very early and will sleep for at least an hour yet."

My right arm was under her and I felt her butt with my right hand to realize that she did not have the panties on that she wore last night. At this point I'm wondering about the kotex pad and she read my mind because she said, "My period ended during the night and I took a shower after I nursed the baby." She continued, "It's 6am Saturday morning and you don't have to work today. Any more questions?"

"Just one." I replied. "Am I going to get used again?"

She giggled a little and coyly said, "How did you ever guess?" She continued, "and judging from the slippery wetness on my foot, you're going to enjoy this time a lot, too."

There had to be a lot of pre-cum because her foot was very slippery. Her strokes were much longer and more random as she was collecting the pre-cum on her sole and spreading it all over my shaft. Then her foot moved away and in one fluid motion she went from having one leg draped over me to laying on top of me face to face except that her hips were up on my torso. So instead of face to face it was really face to breasts. She supported the weight of her upper body on her elbows which were on the pillow and a nipple came directly onto my lips. I gave it the attention it deserved. My hands, which were free, massaged her other breast and rubbed her butt and back.

Suddenly, I felt her foot again, but it was both of them. With her up on my torso the way she was, she had her knees spread and her feet on my manhood. It was sandwiched between her soles like a bratwurst in a bun. Her feet moved ever so gently. She didn't want to set me off here. This was still warm-up time, but they were moving and wiggling continuously in a random manner. They did not stroke it together except for a stroke or two here and there mixed in with all the other movements, which seemed to say, "I could take you now if I wanted to."

Then her feet stopped and I felt delightful pressure as they squeezed my cock between them. They were motionless and I tried to thrust myself between them but to no avail because her ankles were supported by my hips, so when my hips went up, so did her feet. But my nuts were surrounded by all 10 toes, which wiggled and juggled my balls like a golfer rotating two golf balls in his hand while he waits his turn to tee off. But it wasn't my turn to tee off. She was the starter and I was totally in her control. I knew it and she knew it. Instead, my balls continued to get juggled periodically as her feet held their position and she shifted her weight on her elbows and moved so that her other breast got attention from my lips and tongue. I switched my hands so that I could continue to rub her back and butt while giving attention to her other breast.

This position continued for most of 10 minutes as she alternated breasts every few minutes. Periodically, her feet would get active, but only briefly and never synchronized except when they squeezed me and her toes would get busy with their juggling. It was as if she was just reminding me of their presence and her control. I didn't need much reminding as I could feel the pre-cum dripping onto my abdomen. I wanted relief in the worst way.

Suddenly, she shifted her weight to one side, straightened one arm, shifted her weight and straightened the other. Her arms were now straight, hands on the pillow and supporting her weight. Our bodies touched only from the hips down and that's where my attention quickly shifted. Her feet got active and gave me 3 or 4 firm, synchronized strokes. Just enough for me to think this was it. Then they stopped, maintained their pressure, and I got some more juggling from those delightful toes. Then they stopped. She moved her feet down between my legs and used them to spread my legs more, to a comfortable position with my feet 2 to 3 feet apart.

Then she slid her hips down my torso, but as her crotch reached my manhood, she did not elevate her hips to allow it to enter. Instead she slid further down so that her crotch pushed my manhood into a perfectly vertical position where it strained against her crotch. She brought her legs together inside mine so that my cock was pinned between both upper thighs and pressing firmly against her crotch. Then she relaxed her arms and lowered her upper body onto mine.

She lay there for a moment, perfectly prone and motionless on me. Then she begins to shower me with gentle, provoking kisses all around my neck and ears on both sides of my head. As she did this, her hips began to raise and lower with slow, rhythmic strokes. They were long strokes but she stopped short of getting high enough to allow me to enter her. The strokes were constant and they got firmer and a little faster as her body moved down just enough to create more pressure against my shaft. Her labia were very open and with each stroke they coated my shaft with more of her love juices. I was getting hotter and hotter as was she, because this stroking was giving her clit a non-stop massage on the top of my cock. I remember thinking that if she continued this, I was going to shoot a load so high that it would take 5 minutes for it to rain back down on her backside. Then she stopped.

She separated her legs, placing them outside my legs. Then she pushed her torso up with her arms and locked the elbows so once again our bodies were touching only from the hips down. With her weight on her knees, she elevated her hips in a long upstroke until the head of my cock was at her labia, which was very open and very lubricated. She wiggled her hips around as she began to take me in. She wiggled and slowly descended until I was as deep inside her as I could go.

The next few minutes were non-stop motion from her. It was filled with long strokes, short strokes, slow strokes, fast strokes, and firm strokes. Her hips gyrated in every possible way as she worked at getting off. This position, while serving her very well, almost never gets me off. It keeps me unbelievably hot and hard, but seldom makes me cum. This may be part of the reason it serves her so well.

Her gyrations continued a bit longer and then, on a down stroke, her body stiffened. As her labia reached the base of my cock she gave a couple more rapid, hard, downward thrusts in an effort to drive me even deeper into her. Her body was totally stiff as her hips pressed so hard against me that if there hadn't been a bed beneath me, they would have pushed me into the next county. Then her body shuddered as wave after wave of the orgasm poured over her like surf over a beach.

After the orgasm passed, she lowered her torso onto mine and lay there totally relaxed for a couple minutes, catching her breath. I was still deep inside her and began pelvic thrusts in an attempt to advance myself toward climax, but also to let her know that I wasn't finished yet. In a minute or two she again elevated her torso, locked her elbows and went back to work. During the next few minutes she went through all the same gyrations and thrusts. It didn't take long; perhaps a couple minutes and she had worked herself into another frenzy. Her body went rigid, then shuddered, as another orgasm waved over her.

After it passed, she relaxed again and lowered her torso onto mine. After she caught her breath, she bent her knees and slipped her feet under my legs far enough so that her legs from her feet to her knees were inside my legs. She elevated her feet about 6 or 8 inches with the soles facing the ceiling, turned her ankles pointing her toes to the sides as far as she could, and hooked her feet over my shin with the top of her foot against the back of my lower shin. In this position the back of her knees were against the back of my knees and her feet were hooked on my lower shins.

She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand and straightened it directly toward the headboard while she forced her right hand and forearm under my back with her palm to my back. She used this arm to pull her chest tight against mine, then she told me to stiffen my legs and put my feet as close together as possible. Then she said, "Now we are going to role to your right on 3. 1, 2, 3, role." We rolled 180 degrees ending up with me on top and her back on the mattress in one fluid motion with my manhood still deep inside her.

What came next surprised me. She said, "Keep your legs stiff, relax the rest of your body and enjoy the ride." Keeping her feet firmly hooked on my shins, in alternating pulse-like motions, she would stiffen her legs and then relax them pulling her knees toward her hips. As she did this, my body would slide up and down hers almost 5 inches. With just her leg flexes she was propelling my body in alternate directions and propelling my manhood in and out of her in long firm strokes. She had turned me into her giant lifelike dildo and I was definitely enjoying the ride!

She thrust me in and out, over and over again. She varied the speed and length of the strokes. At one point with me barely inside her, she used very rapid, short strokes to pass the head of my penis back and forth past the entrance to her vagina in a short but fast motion. Her breath was very short and then she took a deep breath, tightened her grip on my legs and thrust me as hard as she could into her. Her hips rose up to meet me, her hands grabbed my butt, she took another deep breath and held it as her hips ground her clit furiously against the base of my shaft. Then she gasped, inhaled deeply again, and plunged us together. This time her body went rigid and, as she held the position and her breath her body began to shudder tremendously. It shuddered for what seemed an eternity as wave after wave of ecstasy rushed over her. I could feel the river of love coming out of her and running past my balls, which were pressed tightly against her. We now call this position the spider's web because once you're in it; you are totally under the control of the spider.

When the shuddering stopped, her body went limp and in the passing seconds she caught her breath. Then she untangled her legs from mine and wrapped them snuggly around my butt and upper thighs. She grabbed my head with both hands and said, "Now it's your turn" and she brought our lips together in an extremely deep and passionate French kiss. Her hips began to hump me and with each stroke I could feel the muscles in her vagina flex and relax. I quickly got into the rhythm, which she let me control, but her legs wrapped around me were tight enough that they kept me from totally exiting by accident. This made it possible for me to pound away as fast and hard as I wanted. And I wanted it hard and fast since I didn't have to worry about her rhythm or satisfaction.

There I was, both her hands holding my lips to hers, her tongue half way down my throat as I pounded away and on each stroke her hips were bucking and vagina flexing like it was the milking machine and I was the cow. I felt that familiar tingle deep down and as I held my in-stroke for a couple seconds longer, then began the long slow out-stroke in preparation for the final long thrust. I felt one of her hands leave my head and quickly go down between our bodies. As I thrust into her, that hand seized my balls and squeezed and as I was deeply in her and began the familiar push that comes with each volley and the relax between volleys, that hand matched my rhythm and squeezed hard on each push and relaxed when I relaxed.

I must have shot 6 or 8 volleys, and on the last push as I held my breath for the final climax, that hand just squeezed like it would never let go. On the final long stroke she had released the French kiss so that I could have more air. On the last relax before the final climax I gasped for every bit of air I could get and it was lucky because the climax must have lasted a minute or more as I shuddered and the orgasm totally engulfed me. I was oblivious to everything except my penis and her vagina and hand. As I felt what had to be the last drop I could eject, I literally went limp in a heap on her at which point she released her grip on me. As I gasped for air she tapped me on the back and said, "Are you going to be OK? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No." I weased as I caught my breath and she gently rubbed my back.

Hurt me? I think she darn near killed me. Oh, if death be so sweet!