Tonight is my thirteenth night away from home, which also makes it my thirteenth night away from Mrs. AP. Except for that one bad stint in the hospital last year, this is the longest she and I have been unable to sleep beside each other since February, 2010. When I left for this current business trip we thought I would only be gone nine nights. Obviously that has changed. Delays for the job led to delays coming home. There’s been naught I can do about that, no matter how lonely the bed feels when I’m the only occupant.
The night before I left was also the end of our first full day home after evacuating from Hurricane Matthew — we live on the coast now, which made us a rather high target zone — and we’d had no time or privacy in which to engage in any amorous bonding while we were dodging the storm. The friends who took us in are wonderful, but we couldn’t exactly ask them if we could borrow their room and their bed for some spousal alone time. Etiquette is a real party spoiler sometimes. But hey, no damage to the house, and we saw good friends we’d missed, so I guess that’s the silver lining there, right?
Regardless, knowing I was going to be leaving and knowing we hadn’t been able to play when we’d wanted to for far too many days, even while exhausted, while Mrs. AP and I were cuddling very late into the night, and once I heard our youngest finally settle down for the night I, started caressing Mrs. AP’s delectable body in that way that very clearly broadcasts that I’d like to do more than caress.
I teased her breasts and her nipples, letting the edges of my palms just brush the edges of her areolas, and our mouths explored each other. Her tongue darted against my lips, seeking, imploring entrance, which was granted eagerly. As our tongues danced to the rhythm of our needs my hands grew more insistent, cupping her nipples and her breasts and squeezing. Gently at first, and then more firmly, my hand pulsed in time with our lips and tongues. My efforts were rewarded with her luscious nipples hardening under my ministrations, becoming firm and puckered in that way that begs for attention. With a gentle squeeze I obliged, but only momentarily before sliding my hand down her silky smooth skin and across the valley of her pubic mound before dipping between the folds of her perfection. As my middle finger slipped between her lips, it was greeted with a warm, wet welcome. The body of my wife, my lover, my beloved was entreating me to enter her. How could I decline such an enthusiastic invitation?
This just in, SINful friends. Mrs. AP and I have good news.
You see, Mrs. AP is not yet divorced from her (then) husband that was part of our Poly Triad. While separated for some time, the funds to initiate the divorce have been unavailable. We have word, though, that He has completed the paperwork on his end and is sending it over for Mrs. AP to review and sign. We find this incredibly wonderful. We find we can plan things more clearly now.
Considering recent events with those we know, stacked atop the time we’ve already had together, Mrs. AP and I are choosing not to wait for much longer than we must while still maintaining our (my?) sense of romanticism. So.
I can’t help but want to show you
My urge to reveal is strong
But I need some motivation
Tell me my urge isn’t wrong
Tell me what you want to see
What you want your eyes to adore
Beg for me with lips and eyes
Only then will you see some more
I was lost in a sea of dreamscapes, spinning or twirling or flying or something. Whatever I was doing was freeing and free from the demands of such silly things like gravity or friction. Next to me, above me, behind me, and around me was Mrs. AP, laughing and skirting around me as we danced and spiraled and flirted with free fall. She moved closer with every pass, reaching out to brush and caress me, and soon she was reaching out to tug and stroke at my cock, urging it to respond so she could enjoy me in even more ways.
I woke from this to realize that my dream wasn’t entirely subconscious; Mrs. AP was pressed tight against my back as I slept on my side, and her arm was across me as her hand encouraged my cock to wake up with the rest of me. Still groggy from the haze of a deep and dreamful sleep I pressed back into her harder, giving small encouraging noises. Her hand grew more insistent as I responded to her touch, to her fingers squeezing the head and massaging the shaft, and I shifted to roll onto my back and allow her more access. She cooed slightly, getting a better grip on me as her attention became more firm. I slid my arm up as she nestled into the curve of my torso and our lips met in a gentle, exploratory, soulful kiss. Our lips pushed and pulled, parting as tongues gently explored… and then we got pounced by the puppy.
Nothing ruins a great kiss like a 4 month old hyper puppy diving in to share in the love, let me tell you. Laughing, Mrs. AP scooped her up, escorted her out of our bedroom, closed the door, and locked it behind her. I must have slipped back into the edges of sleep at this point; I remember looking at a naked Mrs. AP — we both sleep in the nude all the time — and smiling. I was informed later that I missed Mrs. AP crawling up my legs and caressing my cock in her cleavage before licking and sucking me for a few minutes. How the hell did I miss that!? What I DO recall, quite clearly, is Mrs. AP sliding her very hot, very wet, very wonderful pussy down my hard cock. I pushed up against her as she settled against me, pressed as tightly together as two humans can be. Then she started rocking, and her hips started rolling, and the rest of the world vanished.
Happy SINful Sunday, friends! I’m short on time today, and keeping with my love of all things SINful I thought I would contribute to this weeks edition of Sinful Sunday! Today’s posting features shots that are all creeping on 3 years old now, and honestly I would love to have some in the same poses taken now with a high quality camera. For self-captured images, though, I think these serve as a nice tease and help you all better understand why Mrs. AP has a thing for my legs. Enjoy!
I was tired. I was sore. My head hurt, my back hurt, my shoulders hurt. Hell, even my legs and ass hurt. Not to be outdone, my cock decided to chime in with how much it hurt. Something about Mrs. AP laying next to me as her hand caressed my legs and brushed my thighs and teased my pubic mound had resulted in such a raging, pulsing, demanding erection that is was if my cock had become too big for it’s own skin. The ache pervaded the length of me, the girth of me, and down into the core of me. I needed only one thing; for Mrs. AP to lower herself upon me, to impale her very being with seemingly massive cock, and ride me like the sexy vixen she is until I exploded inside her. So it was no surprise when her hand finally wrapped my throbbing cock and she asked if there was anything I wanted that I very firmly said “Ride me like a wild woman.”
I wish I had another one of my deep, meaningful, inspiring posts for you today friends. Instead I’m sitting here in my work vehicle, no A/C, at 5:30 in the morning. The temperature is 80F/26.7C with 81% humidity. The Heat Index moves that up to 87F/30.6C. It’s sticky. I’m sweaty. I go home in just over half an hour, where I will enjoy a lukewarm shower with Mrs. AP and try to find something to eat. The thought of the shower got me wondering, though, if my clean up routine is different from that of the many wonderful friends I’ve made here, so here goes: