As our sex lives have developed, I have decided that I am a one orgasm gal. The older I get—and the more we spend time in the lifestyle, which involves doing hot things, coming home to dirty talk about them, and generally feeling more uninhibited and downright sexy in bed—the more intense that single orgasm has become. In recent hears my favorite position is cowgirl while bucking my hips forward, leaning my head back, and rubbing my clit at the same time. That position, when I am sufficiently aroused, leads to intense orgasms that cause my eyes to roll back in my head. Where have those been my whole life, I wondered?
Perhaps they have been missing because I was on the pill from aged 17 until I had babies in my early thirties. I suspect so, because I went back on the pill for a miserable three months this winter and my orgasms almost disappeared. My explosions turned into quiet sighs when they did happen, and not without about twice as much foreplay. Sometimes they didn’t happen at all. What a scary time! Losing my orgasm? How the hell did that happen? And would I get it back? And since Os are so mental for women, worrying about it while having sex didn’t help.
So I finally got off that nasty pill and noticed my Os building again. It so happened that this transition coincided with us crossing over the “dark side” of full-swap land. I came to discover that I like getting fucked by a guy really hard and fast. As I have mentioned before, Mr. Doubpleplay is very well endowed, which is hot and fun and everything you might expect it to be. But it also means that he doesn’t always hit my G spot when we are fucking—he goes past it if we go too fast, so slower more precise fucking is the way to go with my husband. But how great that in the lifestyle I can explore that different guys' cocks lead to different types of orgasms. How amazingly cool.
So during a hot session with Mr. and Mrs. Midtown a few weeks ago, I had the most incredible experience. Mr. Midtown grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips then proceeded to bang the hell out of me. Orgasms started rising in waves. He’d go hard and fast until I felt an intense shudder, then he’d slow down and the ripples of pleasure would slow down. Then he’d push fast and hard again and I my whole pelvic area would lift up again like a pinball machine.
These waves of pleasure felt like they could go on forever—or until Mr. Midtown finally collapsed in exhaustion. He was very impressive. We were fucking so hard though that I wasn’t sure….could it be… that was what a multiple orgasm felt like? There was so much going on at the time. So much pace, pounding, moaning, it was hard to isolate.
Imagine my surprise, then, when my date with the Classy-Naughty Nurse led to the same rolling waves of pleasure. This time, with just a gentle kitten tongue doing the work ,there was no denying that I was having wave after wave of unreal pleasure. Once again with her I stopped eventually because I worried the poor woman might be exhausted. But I felt like I could go on for days.
“Was that one orgasm or many” she asked. I couldn’t say for sure, but I told her, “I think that was a multiple orgasm.”
Who knew that, at the age of 38, my pussy could learn new tricks? I can’t wait to try again—this time with Mr. Doubleplay.
