[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

It’s interesting how fast a mundane stretch can come to an end. I frequently fall asleep in my chair after supper, last night was no exception. When I woke up Mrs. G asked if I had a nice nap. I said yes. She said good, you’re going to need your energy.

I went to bed anticipating what might happen. She came from the shower wearing her comfy sleeping clothes. I was a bit confused until she snuggled in and said , “I want a show. I want to watch you strip and jack yourself off.”

Me: what!?
Her: I’m a dirty old woman and I want a show. Remember, I’m in charge and I want to watch you jack yourself off. But make it a show for me.

I was a bit reluctant as to how to give a show. Music was on and the lights dimmed. So I with her eyes covered I dressed the part of a male stripper as best I could. White shirt, black bow tie, and two layers of skimpy undies. I sat her in a chair in our room and unblindfolded her. She ood and aahhd and cheered me on. Realize I don’t dance, I’m stiff jointed white boy, but I did my best.

I let her unbutton the shirt for me to slink out of. As I continued my so called seductive dance she egged me on with encouraging comments. At one point she asked me if I felt pretty, I thought that was a bit odd. I teased her with the removal of my black cheeky undies. As I teasingly slid them off my ass she saw that I had my sheer black g string on. She said oh my I see a little black triangle, giggling she said this is so exciting. Then multiple comments about “take it all off” and “show me what you got, baby” amongst others I can’t remember. I felt almost like a piece of man meat, it was becoming humiliating and exciting also.

When I turned she said “I see something shiny underneath “. I was able to unlock and remove the cage while still wearing the g string so that all she saw was the pieces being revealed as I removed them. She was a good audience and never touched the entertainment. After removing the g string she said “show me how you like to jack off, I want to see you cum”.

Seductively I oiled up and started stroking while dancing. Then her comments got serious as I continued the show.

Her: so how many times a week did you used to jack off.
Me: 2 or 3
Her: and how many times now.
Me: only when you tell me to.
Her: do you like jacking off?
Me: only when you tell me to.
Her: why?
Me: because it’s the only way I have been able to cum so far this year.
Her: awe poor boy.

I was starting to get tired and a song came to an end so I slowly stopped and said shows over.

Her: No it’s not. I want to see you finish and I get what I want. Now show me how you finish yourself.

So I started stroking and dancing again.

Getting closer to cumming and she put her bath towel on her lap. She said. “If you get any on my glasses you will be cleaning them off.” Knowing she meant I would be consuming the cum I backed away a bit. When I finally did finish I ruined her t shirt and towel and nearly collapsed on her.

The cleaning up and getting to bed was now a fog. She did leave me to sleeping unlocked. This made for a good sleep.

This morning she went straight to teasing me about my show.

Her: how did it make you feel to give me a show?
Me: I’m still a bit confused about it, but I had fun, you surprised me.
Her: hey you created this monster so don’t get any ideas about changing back to the old ways. Plus I have some more ideas.
Me thinking of herbi: at least it was a show just for you. And not a bunch of your friends.
Her: yep I’m the only one to see that show.
Me: yes I’m more comfortable knowing you would never do that, thanks.
Her: was that a challenge for me.
Me: let’s change the subject.

So with one little request by her and mundane is over for the moment. I am still a little concerned that she is subtly making me aware that my only relief at the moment is diy as instructed by her. Her question about my old masturbation habits has pretty much confirmed that. I’m not sure where we are heading but it’s an exciting ride.

Hopefully I will get to taste her soon.

The life of being a personal stripper doesn’t seem so bad, it’s actually a good one.

[Tongue+groove]

I spent three hours yesterday getting the grass cut and trimmed, this includes nearly a mile of driveway and our little campground down by the creek. I don’t like doing that on a Sunday but we have had nothing but rain for several days and I finally got a window of opportunity before Mrs. G entertains some lady friends from church this afternoon. They are making lap quilts for shutins and nursing home residents.

I spent this morning washing side walks and putting up the sail shades on the deck. This caused humming birds to go wild. She has potted flowers and blooming flower beds everywhere so the hummingbirds are very active. She told me that she was very impressed it all looked beautiful to her. She also told me not to get too worn out working on my building project later today. She wanted me to grill some pork steaks and corn on the cob for supper.

That’s what she told me.

What I heard was, “you’ve out done yourself for me so I’m going to let you fix supper and you can eat me for dessert. Don’t get your hope up you still don’t get inside me.”

At least that’s how it sounded to me.

An anticipatory life is an exhilarating life. Which makes it a good one.

[Chosen_Jackal]

It’s funny how we interpret the things they say…

[KnownAsHerbert]

An anticipatory life is an exhilarating life. Which makes it a good one.

Sounds fine and pleasant enough to me!
Anticipatory and good.

I've no idea what shutins and sail shades even are!
We don't have creeks in the UK either but I know it's a little river or similar.

Anticipatory here also but I think I'm fooling myself if I'm being honest.

[Tongue+groove]

An anticipatory life is an exhilarating life. Which makes it a good one.

Sounds fine and pleasant enough to me!
Anticipatory and good.

I've no idea what shutins and sail boards even are!
We don't have creeks in the UK either but I know it's a little river or similar.

Anticipatory here also but I think I'm fooling myself if I'm being honest.

If there’s one thing I enjoy about this site it’s learning cultural differences. The following is not intended to bore you or make you feel ignorant. I’m more interested in sharing a little of how we live in the rural areas of the ozarks. Branson, MO is a Hollywood entertaining interpretation of life in the ozarks.

The creek as we call it some will refer to as a small stream or if you’re in the north east I think they call it a brook. The one that splits my farm is spring fed in numerous locations. My children grew up playing in it. Now my grandsons do the same when they visit. Streams of this nature can be nothing but a trickle in the hot summer with the occasional hole of water too cool off in. But beware they can flash flood In heavy rains and be deadly. I have seen ours get up to 6 feet deep with rolling whitecaps. In the winter parts will freeze but never solid since the water is always moving and the spring source is about 68degrees F year round.

Shutins. There are two types. One is found in particular waterways, creeks, rivers, streams etc. they are channels cut in the bedrock by the water’s currents. Large ones are like natural water slides.

The type I was referring to are people who are unable to get out of the house on their own. In fact they seldom leave the house due to physical limitations. These types of people will usually have a family or friend or even a charity transport help them to the doctor or such.

Sail shades. We got ours from Amazon. They are large sheets of a canvas material that I attached to the house and some deck posts. This time of year the sun is brutal on our deck and screened porch where the shade trees don’t reach. They have done quite a bit to reduce the heat on the house and the air conditioning bill.

Hopefully this wasn’t a bore. Retired teacher here so I always love to share info.

[KnownAsHerbert]

If there’s one thing I enjoy about this site it’s learning cultural differences.

The creek as we call it some will refer to as a small stream or if you’re in the north east I think they call it a brook.

Thanks for the info. It's fascinating how we have so many different words, but also so many the same as well. We have streams and brooks in the UK too and to be totally honest, I don't know what the difference is even here in my own country, if there even is a difference. But we don't have creeks!

Yes, I like cultural difference too.

[Tongue+groove]

Fired the grill, added some mesquite wood to the charcoal. Mrs. G sat on the glider with little dog chatting about her visitors. We split a pork steak and each had a chicken breast with an ear of corn. She added a salad to hers and me a bowl of her vinegar slaw. I miss raising my own sweet corn but it has become impossible with all the squirrels. Watched a movie over supper then a little music and light reading.

Then she said, I’m off for my shower, you can get things ready for me to be treated.

She said it so matter of fact. She sounded confident in what she wanted and expected out of me. I also knew by her tone that I would stay locked.

When the time came she commended me on the preparation. Then she grabbed an extra bed mat. I told her that I had already double downed, she said it wouldn’t be enough. She also said to start with her mouth and to slowly kiss my way down. She said , you seem very eager so I’m telling you that if you move to fast you will not get to finish me and I will be disappointed.


I took a deep breath and took my time kissing her softly. I spent some extra time suckling her breasts, she nearly came from this alone. When I got to her honey pot she was swollen and ready. Mr. Tongue and his fingering friends must have done things proper. Somewhere around her second or third o she went off like a fire hose out of control. She caught me a bit off guard when her spray went up my nose, in my reflex I pulled back. That didn’t stop her from moving her hips in such a way that she continued to soak me down. She was intentionally spraying me from my chin to my belly. It was a glorious moment of her demonstrating her control over me and my secumbing to her.

It’s difficult to describe the woman she is becoming. I’m not sure why I like being called slave or house boy on occasion and then being sprayed on like this but it is something I’m starting to crave.

When she was spent she just collapsed. I’m embarrassed to say that as I stared at her swollen womanhood I graveled about wanting to be inside her, I missed being inside her. She just rolled over and said clean me up then help me up.

With wobbly legs she went to her bathroom to finish cleaning. When she returned she sidled up to me lying on my back. Her head on my shoulder and hand on my chest.

Her: are you okay?
Me: yes, sorry that I whined about being inside you.
She said nothing, but I knew what she was thinking.

Me: I know, I asked for this. I just miss being inside of you. Will I ever get that again.
Her: someday. After all you did get to cum recently.
Me: I’m sorry if I’m someone who needs to have plans. Is this the way it is now? You get my tongue and I get my hand when you allow it.
Her: I have told you I don’t make plans. I go with my instincts and how I m feeling. I’m not into keeping statistics or tracking any of this. It’s just how things are right now.

So here’s a woman who always liked cock. She never had any issues with coming from penetration. She’s always enjoyed being taken. And now this, she seems to be enjoying this more every day. She’s making it more of a permanent lifestyle all the time.

This morning while I was making breakfast and sharing coffee she says.

You wore me out last night. You did a really good job. And now I get to watch my sexy man making breakfast and putting away the dishes. Maybe I need to dirty even more dishes.

Whether she calls me slave or house boy. No matter how she decides to use my tongue. No matter how she decides to let me have releases or not to have them, I will respect, trust and love her even more.

It is truly a good life.

[gggxthree]

look

[Tongue+groove]

Ok 3 g.

Add a little green to the eyes and I recognize the penetrating look. And her attitude is spot on.

I cringed a little when I saw this.

How does all this happen? How does fantasy become reality with such little effort?

And in the end why didn’t we do this so many years ago?

[waki86]

Her face looks like Miss R when she was younger
Only she has black hair and bright blue eyes.

But she says the same thing, it's her dick and her balls, her toys. And I'm not allowed to touch them without permission.