What I saw walking across the crowded country club floor towards me was a heart stopping sight! My friends at our table said, "Oh here she 'comes' now!" The evening turned out to be superbly special in your company! You were wearing a scanty tie front top with extraordinary cleavage and a pair of cut off jean shorts displaying a gorgeous pair of legs and fanny cheeks. Aside you’re your sexy good looks you were miss personality plus! I of course was wish you weren’t quite so revealing in public but I knew you were mine and had your own confident head and mind on your shoulders that made me love you in the first place. Trust, honesty and communication was all we demanded from each other from the start. A few days after our initial meeting we have been 'coming' and 'coming' and 'coming' and … with each other ever since. It feels like we met only yesterday … even though we have been together for quite a few years since that first auspicious night. You are and have always been a very sexual woman. Suffice to say, I could not have met and mated with a better life partner if I had planned it! What I will pursue here is something that has 'come' about more recently, to your delight and mine. (You have always been willing to experiment with almost any form of sex as long as it did not cause pain, humiliation or be perceived as adultery for either of us.) You have always enjoyed GOOD XXX rated hardcore films and have been more than keen to emulate new things witnessed on the screen that you have not tried before. Our marital philosophy has always been, "Okay, try it once or twice and if it doesn't satisfy both of us … move on and try something else." Neither of us is willing to allow our sexuality to become' ho hum and stale. In your very youthful married days, before we met, you had been conned, actually coerced into the swinging life style by your then husband. You did not care for much of it though you did enjoy some of it. I agree with your premise that, "It is difficult avoiding an orgasm when some one, male or female is adept at playing with one's genitals!" Since you have experienced both genders 'playing during your 'swing-a-thon' days. You had, according to your own count, more than a few unexpected climaxes at the hands of one or more eager swinging partners! Some of those your husband was in on and the rest resulted from liaisons with other guests at the events. It all depended who he traded you for for your company. Sometimes you got lucky and kept it in the family … as often as not you were bartered to another man in exchange for your husband getting cozy with and banging the other man's wife! When we met you had been single for quite awhile and had a ready entourage of male bicycle seat sniffers bird-dogging you. You did not lack for sex while unattached. You are pretty, petite and built like the proverbial "Ceramic outhouse"! At least with those men you could pick and chose whom you fucked, unlike the swinging soirees! By the time we met, you had experienced just about all that a naturally and rampantly horny young woman could try. You even had an employer that took you into his office after hours and against your will and better judgment allowed the married man to give you an unexpected hand job on his desk. You had, according to you, one whale of a climax. You hadn't wanted it and certainly did not anticipate that he could give you such a satisfying finger fucked orgasm! You never reciprocated in kind. He was happy just to be able to look at your adorable wet pussy sans knickers and your skirt pulled up while he jerked off. You gave your resignation the moment he was done 'coming' all over the desk top between your legs! You threw your under pants into your purse before he could either grab you and really fuck you or pull his pants up from around his ankles … you ran out. Oh well, so much for that job! Driving home you were at once giddy from the orgasm and outraged at what had been tantamount to some form rape or molestation. You didn't agree to it … the sexual excursion just happened. You were erotically "needy" when he made his moves on you and being alone in the office you knew that no amount of protestation would have helped one bit! Once he began playing with your kitty and it felt good, much to your surprise … you let yourself go … and 'cum'! Physically he had done you good … emotionally he had terrified you. That experience was the worst of comparison! To this day you have no erotic 'rape' fantasies and like me, cannot stand to watch that sort of activity in XXX rated or regular films either! The honesty of you telling me about that encounter brought me closer to you heart. You and I enjoy sharing our past sexual encounters as pillow talk foreplay with each other to turn one another on! We have no jealousy for what we had done separately before we met. Just the opposite in fact. We can and do share what we have done involving others. The same goes for watching XXX films and DVDs. My Darling lady is a first class voyeur, visually and mentally. Not too very long ago we found and watched a tape with one prolonged scene of a busty blonde woman masturbating and narrating her ongoing activities. She was claiming that she would play with herself and 'cum' just like a man. She'd squirt her "sex juices" for the entire world to see! She would also fuck a well-hung black man after that and she said that she'd 'cum' a second time by spraying his cock while he screwed her! Your attitude was, "Yeah, right, this I got to see"! I had long since told you about my ex, an older mentor and how at times she would squirt something other than urine during or immediately after her orgasms. For the life of me I could not convince you that she was not urinating when she had one of those very wet spurting climaxes. After all, how many women initiate intercourse with a full bladder ... unless they intend to engage in 'golden showers'? Most tinkle before they get involved! The buxom girl in the movie only confirmed your attitude that women cannot ejaculate like a man! Even to me it was obvious that the masturbating girl was faking it and taking an, on cue, leak for the camera. When the well-appointed gentleman began fucking the girl she let fly with more of her "sex juices". Nope, she was not like my ex. She was all too obviously peeing on the guy's erection and scrotum. However, knowing from past personal experience I was and am, well aware that some women do experience drenched orgasms and DO leave their own wet spots on the bed at times. My ex sure did! (And in my mouth on a few occasions.) That was not urine … not even close. What she anointed me with was rather sweet and did not have the acrid pungent aroma of urine. Contact with it provided the most astounding arousal for me. You often dribble, some times profusely during sexual pleasure and it does not 'cum' from your vaginal interior either. For years I have enjoyed pussy massaging you to orgasms and reveling in the flavor and sexy aroma of what you trickled into my mouth or onto my fingers. You were never aware of what was 'coming' out of your urinary opening. You were too busy 'cumming' to pay attention to the slight liquid release between your pussy lips, just below your clitoris. You would produce and leak about a teaspoonful whenever it happened. No matter what I told you about the tasty and oh so sexy delights oozing from your pussy you always chalked it up to excessive vaginal lubrication and perhaps a little too much K-Y liquid oozing out. That assertion of yours went on for months. Telling you about my flooded sexperiences with my ex not withstanding, you just knew that you were not doing that! Describing how my ex could squirt twelve or fourteen inches and even more, straight out or up while she held her lips apart and masturbated for me to watch did not convince you that you had the potential to do the same! Hearing me telling about that always boosted your libido but nope you were not 'doing' what my ex had done! My ex’s over flow was an "aberration" according to you. During one particularly slow and sensual episode of giving you a sexy 'helping hand' I began using two fingers to stroke and manipulate your "G" spot in earnest. I could feel that it was swelling as though filling with something. I urged you to masturbate your own clit rather than have me stop what I was doing and take over the clitoral teasing and pleasing as you usually asked for. You can be a very clit oriented sex fiend! (After all, you have been diddling your own clit since puberty with superb success. Most often you would take my hand in yours and place it over your clit requesting, "Do me here? That's where I need it!" The only reason that you agreed to 'do' your own clit that time was because I told you how much it was turning me on to lie next to you and watch you masturbate with my fingers in you. You had my erection pressing and leaking against your sleek thigh and knew that you had my total attention. Also, you were too far-gone and too close to 'cumming' not to play with your own ignition switch. You know, as most women are aware, that men love to see them masturbating to a climax! One of my favorites anyway. What's not to love about that when you consent to 'take care of business' for me to see and share vicariously? You have never faked an orgasm; thankfully you have never needed to. I learned from my ex expert tutelage how to tell the difference in any event! It's not surprising is it that almost every porn film has some scenes of explicit female masturbation? And with good reason, I enjoy the implications of female autoeroticism I’ve told you many times. You began 'climaxing' a few minutes after the dual Masturbation Club 'came' to order! What you were not aware of is that I had a clear view of your attractive, horny pussy. About a third of the way through your climax you began bubbling from your urethral opening, not just oozing as you always have. With the first sign of your outflow I made firm but gentle pressure on that sexy rough bit of tissue just behind your pubic bone. You bubbled more liquids and were almost screaming while you 'came'! BINGO, I had done it for you. We finally had done it! You began begging, "Push IN, push in, finger fuck me!" You do like to cum with a man's finger imitating an erection. I did as you asked and slid my fingers in and out all the while keeping as much contact with your "G" spot as I could and tugging at your clit. With each inward push I helped generate another mini waterfall! I 'fingered' in concert with your vaginal orgasmic waves. When you were almost back to normal breathing you said, "OHMIGOD … that was a vaginal AND a clitoral orgasm together … whew! I don't have those every day!! No wonder I'm so crazy about you! Ooh, my ovaries hurt so GOOD!" I did not tell you right then what you had 'done' so beautifully and unwittingly. You honestly did not know what you had produced with a little help from a friend! You had pulled me up over yourself and was in the process of vigorously giving me mine. If you only knew how watching your pussy explode got me off in my head. You had your gorgeous legs wrapped around me and held me captive until I was moaning in your ear and squirting elsewhere in you. Your female ejaculate added to the slipperiness of your always-desirable sex organs. It was being pushed in and smeared around as I plunged my cock deep inside your slick tight pussy. I finally told you what you had accomplished … "Oh bullshit, that's just pussy lubricants and all of that K-Y stuff leaking out!" You'd done it, yet wasn't ready to believe it! "Women just DON'T squirt like men do!" I didn't argue or tell you that I had not used but a fingertip full of K-Y this time!! I also neglected to point out the sizable wet spot on the bed … I let you think it was mine! When she did notice it she said, "God you 'came' a gallon … a girl would think you liked her or something!" and giggled. You often say the most endearing things at the appropriate times. I knew that I needed a more authoritative sexplanation of women that squirt plus the how and why of it! I suspected that you were on the verge of enjoying a really good eruption. I had to prove somehow that women can and do squirt no matter what you say baby. There's that 'madness' thing again. Mad ... as in crazy about you. It took a few weeks of off and on searching until I found a site I went ahead and ordered the advertised book and companion videotape. I had surfed most of the site and was convinced that the information was viable. What I read here and saw matched my experiences with my ex one hundred percent and then some! The writer of the book was a beautiful lady… she has a striking resemblance to my older woman sex ed mentor, my ex girl friend? I noted her pictures and stopped dead in my tracks! I may have been drooling, I'm not sure. When the materials arrived I slipped both under my babys pillow and waited for you to find them. I couldn’t wait until you found the book and tape. Finally when you told me you found and read the book it felt like Christmas to me. The tape waited until it was discovered later that evening. We first watched the tape that night. At first you were more than skeptical … though you did find it arousing to see other women's goodies up close and being played with. If nothing else, you could empathize with the masturbating women on the screen! As you watched the film and listened to the narration closely. When you were too aroused to watch anymore you agreed to try it. You had gone "tinkle" before hand so all was set in that arena. There'd be no "Oops" no matter how things 'came' out … if anything did! I had placed some extra towels down just in case. We followed the instructions, complete with the two fingered "come hither" stroking techniques. You diddled your middle for extra titillation. You leaked copious quantities from your swollen "G" spot and had a squirming, writhing orgasm! You did not squirt. In fact you were a little deflated that you did not bubble either! "See, I told you that it’s nothing but urine!" referring to the ejaculating ladies on the tape. We engaged in delicious intercourse with the last of the tape still running. You did take the time to read the book a few nights later and even watched the tape again, alone, with your nitey pulled up. You had a well-fingered GOOD ONE but still no ejaculation in the solitude of our room either. I had bought a "G" spot specific vibrator for you and after hearing her tale of no success … suggested that she try using it again … without an audience. I did not make an issue of your lack of spurting orgasms on your own or with me. I decided to 'cool it'. Not wishing to inhibit your libido we still went at each other nude and naughty as often as we needed it. I left your 'dribble' ability lie dormant until the time seemed right. Nearly two months and a lot of loving later I had begun absentmindedly caressing your "G" spot with two fingers while you stroked me. Side by side we loved as we always have. I firmly believe in the old adage of, "Ladies before gentlemen". Besides there is nothing more arousing for me than to provide a well fingered or tongue lashed climax for you first. I know damned well that you will give me my reward soon after you have yours. The night in question almost two months after your minor "bed wetting" I had been using the two-finger 'come hither' technique behind your pubic bone again. Your "G" spot was becoming smoother as it swelled and became noticeably turgid in response. My you are extraordinarily horny tonight. She and some of the girls from the office had been talking about sex and what pleases their orifices over lunch. The thoughts stayed with you until you got home … Without asking, you went to work on your own clit. I initiated the internal stroking and caressing with light yet firm pressure. I varied the ways that I did it for you driving you crazy. Pressing and pulling with fingertips and by using circular motions with varying degrees of pressure. A rhythm developed which seemed to please you. Two fingers in you was also pleasurable … my voyeuristic compulsions are in full gear. My cock almost becomes explosive when I can see your nipples hardening involuntarily and catch a glimpse of your toes flexing and curling I whisper in your ear. When your legs push straight out and your belly begins to tighten spasmodically I know that you are almost over the top of your plateau. By then your eyes are tightly closed and only seconds remain before you launch into the abyss of sexual release! I know not to say or do anything that might break your concentration until you begin moaning and wailing. Then I begin to moan with you and whisper, 'C'mon Baby … do it, 'come' for me, mmmm you are good, ooh, I love you!' omg your so hot, I want you to explode on my face. I could feel stronger vaginal waves and spasms rippling over my fingers than I had in a long time. You were becoming' infinitely 'wetter' than usual as well. That's when I quietly asked you to 'Bear down … push, get IT out, can you try?" I knew that you were acknowledging and trying wordlessly. Your vagina was pressing against and squeezing my fingers almost possessively. You were moaning differently than normal. This vocalizing was deeper, throatier and seemed to 'come' from down in your belly. You could not have uttered a cohesive word at that point if the house were on fire. Then, you almost squealed and I felt warm liquid spraying my palm and forearm! It 'came' in short bursts. You made kittenish mewing sounds, "eeeooh, eeeeooh, ohhhh, ahhhh, eeeeh, OOOOH …" with each "ejaculation"! I didn't count the spurts … I was too sexually agitated to have done so anyway. Using an educated guess I will estimate that you squirted six or eight times with about a one or two second delay between each. If my hand and arm had not acted as a backstop … you probably had ejaculated with enough force to have anointed your knees. From within you sprayed me with about a few tablespoons full. I discovered that by increasing the pressure on her "G" spot momentarily when you spurted seemed to aid in your ability to shoot for distance. You stopped masturbating a few seconds into your orgasm. Then you asked, "Take it out? Ohh please take your fingers out … tooo sensitive … can't take any more!" Sliding them out of your vestibule I could detect that you were still 'coming'. Your belly was fluttering and you were still pumping your hips as though in the act of fucking! Small rivulets of liquid were running down your pussy and ass clefts! I can't remember when your nipples had risen to such up standing heights either! Your clit was a very upstanding citizen as well … also more so than your norm! When all was said, squealed and finally done … You asked me, "Ohmigod what happened, what did we just do? … That was another vaginal climax!" It was in fact much more than a vaginal BIG "O" … I told you that you had just 'ejaculated' and had produced more 'lady cum' than I could off load on my best day! Your retort was, "Naw, uh uh … not likely!" Then … "did I?" I asked you, if for proof, "Wanna taste my fingers? Sweet and has the aroma of very sexy pheromones.' You declined my taste test offer and giggled when I licked my own fingers. "OOH, how can you do that? That's nasty!" You knew of course that licking the fingers that had just given you the ride of your life was far from nasty. Then I reminded you about how you like to be eaten … that wasn't nasty. Never is! Delightfully Naughty? YES! Nasty? NEVER! I asked you if your innards had settled down enough and had lost the excessive sensitivity to allow a lick and a promise between your pretty legs right now! I was offering to eat you and lick your wet goodies nice and clean again. I was in dire need of tasting what you had produced in the heat of passion! Let me eat you very gently until you can not take another second of that either. The genital sensitivity was returning. You had me back off and asked, "Wanna play BEN DOVER with me?" You slipped out of bed and bent over, hanging onto the edge, displaying your adorable goodies from behind. You had reached the point where your genital sensitivity desired having me "Park in the rear!" I slowly slide my cock into your hot deep pussy, god you feel so good as I thrust my cock into tight wet love box. If I am able to last long enough my baby can occasionally have a second orgasm in that position with and without masturbating for the enhancement. I held your hips and pulled you to me … omg you are good. You have had a couple of additional, genuine female ejaculations since the spectacular one described here. At least now you know that you can do it, loves it when it occurs. And like my former sex ed mentor ex girlfriend you do not know when it will happen … though enjoy it thoroughly when it does. Maybe some day you will spray all the way to the ceiling or across the room. If not, no big deal. That you enjoying another aspect of your sexuality … for me, that is all that counts.
