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I was sick the entire weekend and on Sunday (still suffering but nearing the end of my sickness) my husband was acting really sweet to me. He came upstairs and asked if I needed anything. I let him know I could use a glass of water and maybe some cuddle time. He went downstairs and brought me a huge glass of ice water and kissed me on the forehead. He said he had to finish up some work on his computer and he’d be right back to cuddle. After about 20 minutes I was restless so I got up and walked downstairs to check on him. I thought maybe I would lay in his lap or something while he finished up on the computer.
Appalled, I watch from the top of the stairs as he is jacking off watching a silent porn on his computer. At this point I am pissed off so I walk downstairs and stand right behind him. He has no idea I am there, and I realize he had on headphones. I hear him grunting and whispering to himself and then I watch him ejaculate. This was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen him do, I cannot believe my husband still behaves like a horny teenager that jacks off as soon as a responsible adult isn’t around, especially when this responsible adult is sick. As cums, he puts his head back in chair. Immediately he notices me standing there. He hops up as fast as he can trying to put his pants back up. His filthy cum is all over his hands and clothing. I absolutely want to vomit at this point. Disgusted, I reach down and grab his cum off his hand and belt and then slap him straight in the face with it.
I didn’t say a word and I haven’t spoken with him since. Did I overreact? Is it normal for a husband to be so fucking callous and ignore my sick request to cuddle, and instead go downstairs and masturbate to some fucking porn stars? This behavior is disgusting and I do not know if I will ever get over it. I also do not get how he could think it was okay to masturbate downstairs, wipe off his little dick and ball germs and come up stairs and hold me? Again, did I overreact? Thank you.
Venice’s response: Have you guys ever addressed this issue before? Obviously he knows it’s something he needs to keep from you, hence the headphones and the lying about work he had to do. First, I do believe you overreacted. This is the kind of reaction I expect if you caught him having sex with another woman. But he wasn’t. Second, he wasn’t having phone sex either, which is still bad because you have to pay for it. Third, it’s porn. You can access it on your phone, on your computer, on your television, and even at the gas station. It’s everywhere. You can’t keep him from it unless you specifically tell him, “I don’t approve of you watching people fuck.” Then your husband would know exactly what he can’t do. Fourth, your situation is a double-edged sword: if you want him to only have sexual relations with you and not porn, then he’ll be an insensitive ass for asking you for sex while you were sick; if he turns to porn, he’s a pervert. He’s damned if he does and he’s damned if doesn’t.
So where do you go from here? Talk to him about it. Tell him what exactly pissed you off. Tell him how disgusted you feel see him jack off. Tell him you don’t think you’ll ever get over it. But before you do, think about what masturbating really is. Every single guy in the world has done it – your dad, your brother, your garbage man, your minister, your high school principal, and the President of the United States. Your husband isn’t fantasizing of the porn star who’s taking it up the ass by five different dudes and how she’ll iron his clothes in the morning, how she’ll hold him when he’s sleeping at night, or how she’ll comfort him when he’s feeling down. There’s nothing wrong with what your husband is doing. It’s as if men are programmed to expel semen their bodies at any and all costs.
What I’m saying is that it’s not the end of the world. As I said, porn (and sex in general) is everywhere, staring him at the face, making him buy a certain beer, wear a certain pair of shoes, and drive a certain kind of car. He’s bombarded with it. The important thing to remember is he’s not acting on his physical impulses. That would be a different story. Porn: it’s everywhere, and if you can’t beat ’em join ’em. Blow your man’s mind and learn to outdo every porn star your husband watches.
Ryan’s response: I get why you are mad, I think. You are mad because he was insensitive to your needs, correct? Not only was he insensitive, he went down and masturbated like everything in life was perfect. A sick wife upstairs suffering (really?) and wanting to cuddle, but he doesn’t care, he has decided he is going to lie to you so he can go downstairs and watch porn while beating his meat. I get it. However, understand this, you were sick all weekend and a man has needs. Whether you like that idea or not, would you have preferred him to come upstairs and cuddle you, slowly trying to remove your panties so he could stick his dick inside you? Would you have been disgusted if he was cuddling you and got an erection from being turned on (by his sick and suffering wife)? Your sickness doesn’t stop his testicles from producing sperm and hormones that scream in his head all day, “JACK OFF OR GET PUSSY RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU FUCKING IDIOT”.
You admit that he was being really sweet, so obviously he was taking care of you. It sounds like he wanted to release some tension and stress and before he did, he wanted to make sure you were totally okay. Obviously cuddling wasn’t in his plans, as he was already worked up and horny. You carry around our balls and hormones for a day and let’s see how long you last not getting the release that your most primal instincts are ordering you to do. It isn’t easy, but he tried to make sure you were okay. Unfortunately you caught him, which is punishment enough in my opinion. Even reading this question I was embarrassed for the guy. Not only did you catch him but then you slapped him in the face with his own semen? Jesus, the guy has paid his dues already. Let it go. Yes, you overreacted. To answer the question again, yes, you overreacted. I used to wake up and release my tension, then head to the kitchen and make Venice breakfast. Do you think she would be disgusted by me for bringing my dick germs to her food? I think she’d enjoy the meal and an awesome morning of me being able to be sweet to her without ripping off her clothing because I am so horny. But maybe I am wrong.
So after drinking all night, Ryan walks up to me and grabs my ass, which is so sore from taking a beating from the night before. He laughs, I giggle and say it’s not funny but I smile anyway at the idea that my ass has a huge purple mark from last night’s photo session. That blog is coming soon. Anyway, Ryan motions for me to take off my shorts. I notice the huge bulge in his pants. He dives his face in my pussy and ass, sticking his tongue deep in my rear. Hell yea, we’re about to anal, I think. After wetting me up good with his tongue, I watch him wet his dick. I moan, excited to feel the pressure of his fat cock in my ass. He slowly slides his bald-headed baby Jesus in with no problem. Being that we’re both so drunk, I’d say my man is skilled enough to land an airplane safely even if he were half-conscious. The guy’s got skills.
I guess getting real Cialis big-headed, he calmly lays at my side because he decides to get me off by while sucking nipples and rubbing my clit while he fucks my ass. I look over to Ryan and ask him to get back on top, letting him know this isn’t a good idea. I know if he can’t stay 100% hard, he’s not going to get that big thing in my tight ass.
He mumbles something half-drunk trying to be sexy and starts rubbing my clit. I immediately close my eyes as I start to feel the orgasm building. In seconds, I slowly feel a soft penis slither out of me. Desperate, Ryan squeezes the base of his penis to bring all the blood forward to create one last effort of what was once a beautiful erection. This is like trying to shove a loaf of bread in keyhole. I shake my head, skilled enough to land an airplane…only if he can keep the engine running. He gives up and lets his penis dangle as he slides one finger in my ass while his thumb rubs my clit. He’s sucking one nipple with his hand on the other. Too drunk to feel sorry for him, I close my eyes and focus on my orgasm.
After a few minutes, I climax. I notice that he’s desperately pulling at his soft penis. I slide over sideways and start kissing on his nipple while whispering a dirty story to him. His penis is done.
With my other hand I start tickling his ass and rubbing his balls, which helps get his penis half erect. This is all he needs. His legs and muscles tighten up. He asks if I want to taste his cum. I get off his shoulder and whisper in his ear that I want to watch it shoot out and eat it off his body.
Before I continue, we have one rule that we aren’t against, but we just don’t do: if Ryan is in my ass, we prefer to keep his dick out of my mouth. Not that it’s gross, but there’s E-coli..and we are definitely not porn stars.
As I was saying, Ryan’s lying on his back, muscles are tensed up, his ass is arched up in the air, and his once hanging balls now resembles a walnut. Both drunk, I am now watching his cum fly everywhere. Before he can finish, I attack the sperm on his body. Being extra silly, I began rubbing my face in his stomach, his cum shooting into my hair and ear. I turn my head towards his dick, mouth wide open and tongue out. Ryan immediately reaches and grabs my hair with one hand while his other hand yanks his dick down towards his knee so I couldn’t suck the cum off his dick head. Drunkenly thinking it’s because he’s sensitive, I playfully make the gagging noise and force my way to his dick. He’s pulling my hair and screaming, “STOP!!!” It’s like the scene from “The Walking Dead” when the Governor is holding his young zombie daughter by her hair to keep her from eating him. I’m almost positive if there was a pillowcase near Ryan, it would be over my head. Now laughing hysterically, but holding me by my hair, he reminds me that his dick was in my ass. I laugh and stop.
Shower, blog….still tipsy.
From December 1st until Christmas, Ryan and I decided to do naughty Christmas cards and post them on Twitter, 25 total. For our 5th card, I took bell earrings and turned them into nipple charms. Using two wire pliers, I hooked tiny little hoops (four sets of 10), draped them from the ends of each piercing with the bell dangling in the center. I didn’t put too much effort into tightening each hoop because I would only be wearing them long enough to snap a few photos.
I noticed that the picture turned out better than we expected as I looked at the finished product. I joked with Ryan telling him, “I bet you want to make these bells ring.”
I untie his robe and run my nails along his inner thigh, spreading his legs and exposing his dick to me. I grab both balls with my left hand and stroke with the other. He grows thicker and fatter with each second. I quickly put my warm mouth around him. He moans excitedly, slowly pumping his hips upward. I bob my head up and down, gently at first, with slight ‘tink tink tink’ noises coming from beneath me. I see him reach for his phone. “Keep going,” he tells me.
I bob my head faster and faster and the bells get louder. I slam my face down into his body, deepthroating his cock. The bells stop momentarily as my nose hits his crotch. I lift up, alternating deepthroating and sucking his balls. I’m slurping, gagging, slobbering, all down his balls. ‘tink tink tink tink tink……tink….tink tink tink.’
I climb off of him and straddle his hips. I rest my hands on his chest and work his dick into my pussy. It slides in with ease. I waste no time and get back into my bouncing. I put my hands on his legs behind me and tuck my feed under his armpits. I rock my ass back and forth, but the jingling isn’t as loud. I want to hear the jingling. I sit back up, forcing the bells to ring with each up and down motion of my body. I get eager, bouncing faster, louder, and more intense.
Just then the sound of the bells are no longer in stereo, but in mono. One has fallen off completely. I get up to turn on the lights fearing the balls from my piercing have also fallen off. But it hasn’t. Ryan’s eyes grow wide. I follow his gaze. The left bell has indeed fallen off and the right bell is hanging at one side.
My MacGuyver-style nipple charms didn’t survive the vigorous bouncing. Ah, well.
What resulted, however, was an audio recording (edited to make shorter). I invite you to close your eyes and press play.
A common belief still exists in many women today: anal sex is taboo. I’m not saying all women believe this, I’m not saying anal sex is or isn’t taboo. I’m simply stating that once an idea has been embedded into our culture, there will still be people whose minds cannot be changed. The acceptance of anal sex may be one of those ideas. It has been looked down upon, appreciated by those with an anal fetish and directly connected to homosexual men, creating an even more deep-rooted stigma. Now, anal sex is so common: men with men, women with men, and women with women. I dare you to find a porn out there that have some sort of anal penetration.
Before I start, here’s a little background on my old view on analing. As a young lady, I was taught by society and the media that sex and your body is special, and anal sex was something that girls did that was disrespectful to themselves. I firmly believed it. I was afraid of anal sex, wary of it. I protected my rear end and wouldn’t let anyone near it. I snickered at every prison rape joke, but inside I knew that taking someone’s back end was the ultimate form of disrespect. I took this belief to heart into adulthood, and when I got married, it caused problems. It was hard to let go, and when I did, I vowed to only give it to my husband once a year on his birthday. It was that special to me.
As we grew as a married couple, we started to realize that the limitations we put on each other caused resentment that only builds up. The disgruntled feeling toward anal sex was one of the first walls I knew I had to tear down. My feelings went from “I’m doing this once a year to make him happy” to “This isn’t so bad.” From there I realized that Ryan is my soulmate and the “prized possession” (my ass) is something that only hecan have. My ass, my love, my heart –all belong to my husband. Once I realized this, our sex life became the best it’s been. Now, I no longer give him anal sex to begrudgingly make him happy; I do it because I love him, I want to be close to him, and this is a whole new feeling of fantastic sex.
Today, my husband and I have anal sex 5 or 6 times a week, give or take. Sometimes I even prefer it to vaginal sex because of the sensations and stimulation I feel in my ass. If you’re thinking about trying anal sex but were afraid to, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1. Relax your body and mind. If your mindset is still, Anal sex is gross and I’ll never like this, then guess what –you’re going to have a hard time opening up. It doesn’t help to think of your “happy place.” Your happy place is an imaginary (or real) place where you take your mind in order to bear with the atrocities of the current situation you are in. Anal sex should not be something you would rather avoid by pretending to be in a place you’d rather be. Both your body and mind have to accept analing, not regard it as something that must be endured. Don’t tense up; allow his dick to enter you, take pleasure in the textures and different areas being touched for the first time. It will feel uncomfortable, awkward, and maybe even painful at first, but this new sensation will turn into feelings of pleasure.
2. This is not vaginal sex. And no matter how experienced and careful you are, there is always a chance you will get chafed, torn, ripped. Gentlemen, the same goes for you, too! Sometimes I get so into, I don’t notice until I’m washing off. During the last few minutes of sex, I start talking a lot of shit: “Fuck my ass harder,” “Slam your cock into me,” “Show me how deep you want to cum.” It feels so good! Don’t worry though. You will heal in less than 48 hours. But also remember, this is your body and you should think about anal longevity, not living in the moment.
3. Talk to your partner. You’ve heard that communication is the key to a good relationship. It’s also the key to a successful anal session. I know my husband isn’t a mind reader, so if I have some reservations about anal sex at that moment, I’m sure to let him know. If I’m sore from going to the bathroom, I tell him before we have sex. If during sex I want him to go slow and deep in my ass and not shallow and fast, I tell him. Talk before you start, during, and afterwards. Was it what you expected? What could each of you have done to make it better? Is it better slower or faster? Listen to each other’s questions and answer honestly. If communicating about analing seems like a stupid idea to you, stop analing or one of you will end up with hurt feelings or a sore ass/dick.
4. Use lube. Lots of it! Don’t be afraid to lather it on. There’s nothing worse than not being properly lubricated. Because of the little ridges, you may not even see the tiny tears, but you’ll feel them when you wash. And believe it or not, just because you’re lubricated on the outside doesn’t mean you’re lubricated on the inside. You’ll be able to tell you’re dry on the inside lining because your ass hole is able to glide on the penis skin, but the lining feels like it’s being pulled. I find that anal sex is more enjoyable the more lubricated we are.
Keep it within arm’s reach. Sometimes the bottle will roll off the bed, fall of the table, or get lost in the sheets. It’s bad enough to having to stop in the middle of sex, but even worse when the something you’re looking for to help extend the sex goes missing. Don’t have lube on hand? Use spit. If he is open to it and into you, he won’t have a problem sticking his head in and loosening the rim up a bit then sticking his face down on your ass and wetting the inside with his tongue and spit. As a woman, make sure you communicate to your man that it’s okay if he uses his tongue to lube up. You should know when you are clean or not. And because I say “not clean”, that may gross people out. But anal sex isn’t always CLEAN. Which is why I’d suggest only doing this with someone you love. I’d never suggest ass sex to some random dude. Disgusting on him and her.
5. Once in the ass, stay there. There isn’t anything wrong with his dick going from your mouth to your pussy or from your pussy to your mouth. They’re interchangeable. But once his dick is in your ass, it’s a different story. Sometimes I get carried away when I’m in my sex zone and I put his dick back in me even though his dick head has been in my ass. I try to avoid it, but occasionally I slip up. Put totally intended. A while back I had a urinary tract infection which I believe came from switching from back door to front door. It was an accident, but your body doesn’t care. Unless you like going to the hospital, sitting in the waiting room, getting tested, sitting in the back waiting room, going to the pharmacy, waiting even more, and taking antibiotics for a week, take the proper precautions. It’s anatomically more difficult for a man to get a urinary tract infection because bacteria takes longer for it to travel up his urethra. But it’s definitely possible. While it’s sexy to go from hole to hole to hole to hole, be careful.
6. Positioning. There is going to be so much going on – you’ll be scared, nervous, you won’t know what to expect, you’ll be afraid of pain, you’ll clench up. All these factors will get in the way. I found that being on my back was the best position for me. I noticed the angle was the best for me. It didn’t hit any curves the wrong way and it just seemed to “hurt the least.” As I became more experienced, I started experimenting being on my stomach, me on top reverse cowgirl, both of us standing. Eventually we were doing all the regular/popular vaginal sex positions, only he was in my ass.
At first I wouldn’t ride him. Now it’s my favorite position. I can control my movement 100%, control depth, speed, how it goes in, and how wet your ass is prior to getting it pushed inside yoru body.
I feel doggy style is a more experienced position. If I was to take a dick in my ass doggy style, without knowing what it felt like prior, I’d hate anal. I could never relax wondering when it is going in, or how it is going to feel. Not to mention, bending over doggy style tightens your asshole beyond its normal tightness. How easy is it to make a woman scream doggy style when having vaginal sex? How easy is it to poke her insides especialy hard, because you bottom out so much quicker? Doggy style is a great position, but it’s not for beginners as it does not give the anus the ability to stretch properly. This is probably the reason most first timers never do it again. People see anal sex as something you naturally do in doggy style position, when I feel just the opposite. Anal sex should be done in your traditional missionary position, so the woman can relax, watch the penis penetrate, and be comfortable with a position we find ourselves in a lot while having vaginal intercourse. We can also grab him, love on him, whisper in his ear, and get into the act, knowing he will take care of us, in a position we are the most familiar. As time goes on, you can do each position, but in my opinion, missionary is the best way to start
7. Be considerate. Guys, this is directed to you. Appreciate what your woman does for you in bed. If or when the time comes when she is without a doubt committed to giving you her back end for sex, remember these things: you still have to work your way in there; don’t just shove yourself in. Take care of her area because if she tears, you will most likely tear, too. Ladies: take care of yourselves. If you’re in pain or uncomfortable, speak up. Anal sex takes practice and patience. But once you’ve both opened up to its pleasures, it may be one of the most satisfying feelings you’ll ever experience.As our society changed, we’ve become more tolerant of unconventional ideas, such as anal sex. I used to be one of those people who used to think boys wearing earrings was strange, but by the time I was in middle school, it was everywhere and it became normal. As an adult, I thought anal sex was something I could never get into. “Things were made to come out of your butt, not in it!” I thought. But it was thoughts like these that kept me from exploring my sexuality and discovering the joys of anal sex.
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