Ski jump II - Eddie the Eagle rides again?

Nice guys sometimes finish last...



The final evening was remarkable.

We were in bed and playing. My wife was in a beautiful teddy that showed her body off to perfection. I was turned on as hell and so was she. We had been exploring each other's bodies with lips, hands, fingers. My cock was rock hard and seemed to spend a lot of the time in her mouth. When I was in her pussy, we would have to stop to let her recover - she was coming every few minutes.

So far, so good.

But her orgasms were becoming the problem. I never seemed to get the rhythm right for me to come. Every time I'd start to get closeish, she'd start moaning and shaking. I'd feel the contractions around my member and I'd know that she would need to let the climax rip through her and the sensitivity decline before I could continue.

I decide to up the "kink wattage" and slip the vibrator up her bum while I fucked her pussy, stocking clad legs over my shoulders. Again, another shuddering orgasm forced a slowing of proceedings.

Still I wasn't complaining, especially when she begged me to fuck her arse. This always turns me on, especially when she slips her owns finger delicately in her anus during our foreplay. However, again her orgasms came thick and fast, her sphincter grabbing me tight as she came hard.

I then knew that I will not be able to orgasm. She grabs the vibrator and slips it into her pussy. The feeling of tightness from double penetration and vibration on my erection through the walls of her pussy and anus are heaven but they also seem to take my wife straight to Nirvana. Her fingernails hold my thighs to keep my cock deep inside her. I start, meanwhile, to worry about sex immunity...

Then another problem arises. I realise that my wife is becoming increasingly anxious that I should come. Now, what I don't need at that moment is an added pressure to perform. I start thinking about GwaotM's and Sean's threads on faked male orgasms (Girl's is here - read the comments!).

Whilst I stay rock hard, I know it is game over for Salvatori for the evening. I wait for a final trembling orgasm from Mrs. S and announce that I am too tired to continue.

But here's the funny thing... We showered off and slipped between the sheets again. My wife - deliciously naked and cuddled next to me - was still radiating desire like a roaring fire. My hand drifted across her breasts and eventually between her legs, which parted to allow my fingers unfettered access.

She was very turned on. My fingers slipped in easily. My erection returned and she told me to stop teasing her otherwise she'd want to do it all again.

I said, "Oh I want that... But I won't come."

Nevertheless, 20 minutes later, I exploded like a fire hydrant inside her sumptuous pussy - one of the most intense orgasms I have experienced. She shuddered to another climax.

Interesting - very vanilla sex and no pressure to perform had worked miracles. Wonderful...

Enjoy...

Ski jump...

Well, I knew that you'd want to hear about sex on the skiing holiday rather than my onanistic orgy of luxury on a business trip.

So what did Mrs. S and I get up to?

It started before we left, when she asked what she should pack - I told her "lots of lingerie". She just grinned and changed the subject back to the practicalities of skiwear.

I really knew that my luck was in when I was unpacking at the resort to find that not only had she taken me at my word (more lingerie than you could shake a stick at) but there was the vibrator in my suitcase...
# I didn't ask why it was there - perhaps she was hoping to blame me if a nosey customs officer openned the cases. Any theories? #

The first evening, I put the children to bed. I returned to our bedroom to find the wife in bed reading. I read a bit until the kids were safely asleep. Then I quietly put my book down (which hadn't captured my full attention...) and guided Mrs. S's hand to my rampant erection (my business trip had left me horny as hell). I then discovered that my wife was wearing stockings, suspenders and stillettos under the sheets.

We made love ravenously. Missionary, oral, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, oral, doggie, oral, doggie. Sensitised hands roaming erogenous zones. Hungry lips grazing on delicious flesh. Gentle orgasms for Mrs. S and pauses for recovery before I had a shuddering climax.

It just got better each evening from there...

I want one of these...

I’m in the high-fidelity, first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Pink Floyd, "Money"

I have spent a bit of time on private jets over the years - investment banks are serial abusers of the things. Lovely way to travel - turn up and go - but I really prefer something a bit roomier (some are dead pokey). However, having spent a week of my absence from the blogshere using one of these babies (the latest Gulfstream), I really am hooked.

I want one and I want it NOW!

Since Amazon doesn't seem to have one that I can put on a wishlist, I thought that I would stick it up here. So, if anyone out there in blogland wants to buy me one of these, feel free (they are only $35,000,000).

Go on, you know you want to...

All work and play makes Salvatori a dull lad...

Well that's my first New Year's resolution broken... No, it's not any of the serious stuff - I've not gone and bonked someone I shouldn't - but No. 8 on the list "Blog More".

You will have noticed a lack of posts here...

My absence has been partly enforced - a seven country, five day business trip with back-to-back meetings followed by a family skiing holiday to the Alps - I didn't have the time or freedom to blog. But more worryingly, it was also indolence - I didn't miss it.

No, I am not about to give up blogging - this "excruciatingly smug, self-satisfied, narcissistic" form of therapy will continue. It's just that I think the stuff is working. I am less wracked by guilt than I was. Perhaps time and distance are having their effect. But undoubtedly, vomiting all this crap into cyberspace has helped me deal with it.

My relationship with Mrs. S is getting stronger too. It used to be that a week away had us at each other's throats - all those annoying tendencies would add up. But we were like a honeymoon couple - all smoochy and cuddles. And hot sex...

But more of that later...

Thought for the day:

Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.

Enjoy...

Happy Valentines Day!

Don't say I don't lavish my wealth on you, Dear Readers...

Food for thought...

I have been having an interesting exchange with the Odd Wife. Her pain brought a real lump to my throat. I have decided that whenever I am tempted to stray, I will read these posts (Doubts & Focus) again to remind myself what my selfishness could do to my wife. She challenges all those who write about their indiscretions to compose an open letter outlining what they would say to their wives, if caught.

I have often thought that my wife suspected that I've been unfaithful - she's never challenged me but, even through my thick male skin, I noticed the gentle allusions.

So is she going through the same turmoil? I hope not.

No frills package? It's the frills I like...

What is it with lingerie?



Nakedness is very sexy. I can cuddle up to my naked wife and get a raging hard-on. The sight of Cathy, my favorite escort, leaning forward to look out of a window whilst naked save for a pair of Gucci heels prompted a wild session many moons ago (as an aside, one of the few times I got a hard-on with an escort "unassisted" but I can get turned on by a certain look from my wife...).

However, put my wife in stockings and suspenders (thigh-highs and a garter belt for my US audience) and I'll be throwing her over the kitchen table to have my wicked way... Teddies, basques, thongs, french knickers, hipsters: anything will do it for me... Granny knickers are a bit of a turn off but a horn-dog like me can work his way around that!

So what is it that takes delicious nakedness and makes it even sexier when wraped in silk and lace?

My take on this is that it is a number of factors:

Male conditioning - all pornography seems to feature lingerie and early male fantasies are played out against lingerie clad Playboy models. However, that can't be the whole story - why does it feature so heavily in the first place?

Sexual preparation - a woman undressing, particulalrly if she is undressing to screw you is one of the most erotic sights there is. One of those stages, is the sight - and possible removal - of lingerie. But since watching a woman putting on stockings and other flimsy scraps of lace is very sensual, that can't be the whole case either...

Sexual readiness - if you know your wife/partner is wearing something sexy, you believe that she is doing it for you (or at least for someone - perhaps the milkman is about to get lucky...). I always find the thought that my wife has been out all day in a G string and half cup bra, presumeably thinking about sex (hopefully with me) as intensely horny. Walking about shopping with these little bits of silk rubbing against her, reminding her of sex. Mmmm... I can't wait to give her what she wants. Big pants and an industrial bra probably means she wants cocoa and an early night. So, give me the horny woman on the prowl in lingerie every time. Which brings me neatly to...

Intense passion - there is something very stimulating about the thought that your wife cannot wait until she is naked to fuck your brains out (see Bliatz's last post for why that is so horny). Wearing lingerie to bed is part of that. Personally I like even more extreme scenarios - my wife dolled up to the nines but blouse ripped open, skirt pulled up, expensive panties pulled to one side, stocking-sheathed legs wrapped around me and stiletto shoes pumping my arse to urge me faster and deeper into her pussy. Mmmm...

Different sensations - so far I have focussed on principally male views but women clearly get something from it... My wife seems to enjoy sex with panties on (as, it would appear, does Kitti). I think it is less the delicate sensation of silk against her skin and more the pressure of taut fabric on her clit. But that is just an opinion (and check out Girl WAOTM's latest post on her lingerie additction for a very different view). There is even a female site dedicated to it (Lingerie Dreams). It is also a different experience for the male - from the lace rubbing against our chests to the nylon sliding against our cheeks, which is nice...

Nevertheless, I am intrigued by the whole girly aspect, why they are turned on by it - I don't find myself fondling my dick if I slide on a new pair of silk boxers...

So that's it from one male perspective. Any thoughts?

Enjoy...

It's in the genes III...

My mother sent me this little gem...

A study conducted by Oxford University's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of male face/body a woman finds appealing differs throughout her
menstrual cycle.

When ovulating, she is attracted to men with generally rugged and what are thought to be typically masculine features.

However, when menstruating or menopausal, she prefers the look of a man with a bread-knife lodged in his temple and a cricket bat jammed up his arse.

Further studies are expected.

Enjoy...