Stretch

Sunday morning.  The bedroom windows are cracked open, the ceiling fan is humming, and we’re basking in the glow of hot morning sex.  [In part, to make up for Veronica passing out drunk last night when we got home from Dina and Dereks.  lol...]

I look over at my wife to find her with her thighs spread and rubbing herself.  What are you doing?

Why don’t you take advantage of how wet I am with your cum inside me?

My hand slides down her belly, pushing her own hand away, finding the mixture of her own lubrication and my cum dripping out of her.  I alternate between rubbing her clit and slipping one finger, just one, deep inside her slick cunt until she has a quick orgasm.

Give me another finger

Two fingers inside her pussy now, probing, reaching, rubbing that spot on the front wall of her pussy that makes her feel so good.  Wet, squishy noises are my fingers slide in and out of her.

Another finger?

My ring finger joins the other two, opening her wider, starting to really stretch her open now.  We’re kissing and my other hand is gently rubbing a breast.  For several minutes all I do is give her a 3 finger fucking, opening her pussy more, exploring the limits of the stretch that she can take.

Put your cock inside me, feel how you’ve stretched me out

I slip inside, easily, feeling how open and wet she is.  I stroke her with my cock for a few moments then ask, Do you want to me to keep going?  Should I get the lube?  [Natural lubrication does have its limits]

Yes

I grab the bottle, generously coating my left hand with lube.  Two, then three fingers slide inside her.  I take care to spread the lube around her swollen lips.  My pinky finger joins the other three, really stretching her now, perhaps more than I ever have before.  My hand is in a vertical position, my thumb resting on top of her clit.  But I’m not going to rub, I want her to concentrate on relaxing and feeling the pleasure/pain of the stretch deep in her cunt.  For a more moments I work all four fingers in and out, going deeper, until not only my fingers but the palm of my hand in enveloped by her.  Occasionally I remove one or tw0 fingers and continue to finger fuck her, adding fingers again as I wish.  The only thing stopping me from going deeper is my thumb.

I gently ask if she still wants more.

Yes, but be gentle.

I withdraw my hand and add more lube.  Not unlike anal, I suspect that when attempting to fist my wife, there is no such thing as too much lube!  I tuck my thumb into the palm of my hand so that all five fingers form a cone shape of sorts and begin probing.  I reach until my hand is in almost to the widest point.  There is no way to make my hand any smaller, it’s up to Veronica.  I pause, letting her relax and get used to my hand.  A few more millimeters of stretch and we’ll be past the widest part of my hand.  I want to see my hand, up to my wrist, inside her cunt.

Pushing, gently, feeling her pussy resist, looking down and seeing her lips stretched open, straining to accept my hand.  But I sense she’s had enough and I back out.  Three fingers in her now, and I can really feel how much I’ve opened her up.  I describe to her how far I made it and how little we have to go before we pass the point of maximum stretch and my hand narrows to the wrist.

One more try, do it again

I push in again, quickly reaching the same point as before.  Then stopping, letting her relax, coaching her to breathe deep and relax, release the tension in her body.  We giggle when we realize that the memory of childbirth classes is appearing and she’s started Lamaze breathing!

A little deeper now, opening her a fraction more than before.  But then

That’s enough sweetie, I don’t think I can take any more right now

I withdraw my hand and move up to lay alongside her.  We kiss and smile, grinning at the wonder of what we just spontaneously did.

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Veronica and I had explored fisting, as foreplay, several weeks ago.  This is an activity that I was always curious about and aroused by images of, but never so much so to suggest it to her.  Then friends of ours, cross-country blog friends who occasionally play with fisting, shared some extremely intimate photos of his hand inside her, to the wrist.  Veronica, who had previously associated fisting with gay men putting their hands in each others asses, was turned on, to her surprise and mine.  I told her that if she ever wanted to try that, all she had to do was ask.  To our anonymous blog friends, thank you for inspiring us to push our boundaries!