A Personal Best!

Chapter One.

Hi, my name is Sara, and I'm one lucky girl.

My husband Nick has a lovely ability to bring me to orgasm every time we make love.

I know that's rare and I recognize it as really, really, good luck.

Nick's physique might have something to do with my sexual success.

His unit is thick, and large, and feels weighty in my hands.

It's sort of like a slightly curved balloon, you know, the ones used to make balloon animals, but filled with water instead of air:)

When I'm in my favorite position, girl on top, I have to adjust my hips little by little with every inch of penetration just to fit all of him in me.

Once I've inched every bit of his manhood into my body, I'm overcome with the thought that if I pause my movements or fail to actively engage my every sexual muscle, I might lose him.

But what truly sets Nick apart as a lover is his uncanny ability to read my body.

When we're having sex, whether it's a romantic interlude or just a plain 'ol physical fuck, I never feel like his attention is anywhere but on me.

It's not all one-sided of course, we work together, but when he sees in my eyes or senses through my movements that I'm ready to go over the top, he starts his 'Move'.

This 'Move' of his; I really should name it, write it down, and sell it to the world!

The gist of Nick's 'Move' is that he can force his slightly curved, weighty cock, to rub my G-spot at the very same time his protruding pubic bone presses into my 'happy button'.

After fifteen or twenty repetitions of this extraordinary maneuver, I'm left utterly overwhelmed, succumbing to an explosive orgasm; without fail, every time!

Chemistry too seems to play a role in my lucky sex life. Like actual science. Most times when I'm intimate with Nick, as I'm climaxing, and as the last ripple of orgasm passes between my legs, Nick can time it so that he releases his load onto my cervix which starts my orgasm all over again!

This 'extra' treat makes for the perfect ending to our time together, and the fact that I often experience the pleasure of two orgasms with Nick does leave me with a twinge of guilt. It feels almost excessive for one girl to enjoy. Almost:)

Chapter 2

You should also know that I'm a runner, and that I've been running with the same group of girls for almost 10 years.

Now and then, on our long runs, we talk about our love lives and what it's like being in our 30's, with hard working husbands, with kids, with careers, and with the whole laundry list of to-do's that occupy our busy lives.

When our conversations do take more of a naughty turn, I often hear how frustrated my friends can get with their sex lives. Too many stories have been shared by these ladies about the need to take care of their own orgasms.

I sympathetically nod my head, and say trite phrases of support, like 'that's so frustrating', but I never share any real detail about my luck with Nick.

I especially sympathize with my friend Emily. Out of all of us she seems to be married to a guy who is a bit clueless in the sack.

These girls that I run with are way more than just my running companions.

They are my best friends. I've known them for ages.

They're more like sisters, which allows us to engage in discussions about the most intimate and personal subjects.

We all range in height from 5'10'' to 6'0", and through our passion for running are all athletically built.

Our legs are long, smooth and strong, and our arms are lean. But even though we are athletes, we all have retained our girl-ish curves with well-sculpted breasts, firm rounded backsides and flat stomachs.

And what about our hair color?

Yup, all blonde!

Some of us opt for the bottle's touch, somw embrace a stunning platinum shade, and a few are blessed with naturally sandy tones.

More than once we've been mistaken for actual sisters. Especially when we're sweaty and dressed in our running clothes, with our hair in ponytails.

There has been more than one awkward moment when one of our husbands has mistakenly taken the hand of the wrong blonde or has come up from behind and patted the wrong ass hanging out of a pair of running shorts.

We are a close group so we easily laugh off these flirty mistakes, and at least for me, I always feel a bit flattered when I get an accidental touch from the wrong husband :)

Chapter 3

Last year we decided it would be fun to put our running to good use and enter a half marathon.

The race we chose was around a section of a national park, promising both a challenging race with stunning scenery.

Considering the good weather, we thought it would be fun to do a bit of glamping too and invite our husbands to tag along.

The boys could enjoy some mountain biking while we raced, allowing us to extend our stay for a day or two.

We learned that the park has these cute, single-room cabins that offer nothing more than a soft bed and a soft glowing gas powered bedside lamp.

We would have to share a shower house, but that would be part of the rustic charm of the weekend. We each booked our cabins and looked forward to a great race and weekend getaway.

As we arrived at the park, and as we checked in, the camp host informed us that the campground would experience a few hours of blackout as the maintenance crew changed out the propane that fueled the lights in the cabins and throughout the grounds.

No big deal we thought, just another part of 'roughing' it.

Our assigned cabins were all in a row, mine right next door to Emily's, directly across from the bathhouse. The cabins were identical in every way. They looked to be right out of a scene worthy of a postcard.

Chapter 4

The girls and I thought it would be a great idea to run a few miles to loosen up our legs before the pre-race.

As we jogged along, the conversation naturally turned to the various rituals we each do before a race.

Some mentioned switching out shoelaces, some layout and organize their clothes the night before, and some painted fingernails to match a sports bra.

The air was warm and the venue was beautiful. The miles flew by as we eagerly anticipated the exciting and enjoyable race that awaited us.

We finished our warm-up and headed to the shower house.

As we lathered up in the communal shower room, washing off the sweat and sand from our warm, tanned skin, we all turned to face each other as our friend Emily continued the conversation about pre-race traditions.

"I know this might seem out of character for me, but one of the things I like to do the night before racing is to go wild and ride my husband like a horny college co-ed!"

We all just stood there surprised at this most intimate confession.

Emily giggled as she explained that it started as a joke years ago but had now become more of a superstition.

"It does, however, also have some real medicinal benefits,'' she added. "It clears my head, stretches out my hips, and guarantees a great night's sleep."

She continued.

"I finish him off quickly, grab my vibrator, and climax hopefully before he dozes off."

As Emily shared this most intimate of details, I noticed that all of us, subliminally, masked by the steam of the showers, started moving our hands along our bodies, around our breasts our hardened nipples, and ever closer to our soapy, shaved kittens.

Nothing overtly noticeable, but just enough that showed how interested we were in hearing about one of our friends furiously screwing her husband in an attempt to get 'race ready'!

Chapter 5

After showering, and a bit of subtle self-play with my clit, I returned to my cabin, started to dress and began to share Emily's pre-race ritual to my husband Nick.

He sat on the edge of the bed grinning. As I recounted my shower story, I caught a glimpse of Nick's cock swell and shift in his biking shorts. His organ's response gave me a wicked idea.

"Nick, I said straight-faced as I gently pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up on top of his biking shorts grinding down onto his hardened shaft, "Emily has always been faster than me, and I am wondering if her pre-race sex session is the reason. Would you help me beat her tomorrow by allowing me to let loose tonight and screw your brains out?"

His grin widened and the bulge in his shorts grew. "I would be happy to help you race to the best of your ability.

Whatever it takes, count me in!" I closed the distance between us, still half naked, bent over, brushed my bare breasts from his forehead to his chin, kissed his mouth long and hard, stroked the package that was longing to escape his shorts and told him to be in bed, naked, when it got dark.

I would deal with him in a few hours after the pre-race meal and meeting.

Just thinking about our rendezvous got my energy up and I thought Emily might be onto something!

Chapter 6

A few minutes before the pre-race meeting started, as announced by the park staff during check-in, the campsite plunged into darkness. The only source of light we could see was the glow of generator powered lights in the meeting tent a few hundred yards away. Using the blackout as our cue, the girls and I assembled outside the cabins, using our phones as flashlights, and started to make our way to the lighted tent.

The evening's agenda , before I could get to work on Nick , would include a carbo-loading meal, a presentation by a professional marathoner, and a race update from the organizers.

Emily, with a wink, mentioned to us that she wasn't interested in hearing the guest speaker and would be returning to her cabin immediately after dinner, reuniting with her husband, and getting "race day ready".

Watching Emily and her phone's small flashlight fade into the pitch black night, started me thinking of Nick, naked, in our bed, waiting for me. He was probably already hard as a rock. I pictured him teasing his shaft and fantasizing about our time together. The thought of Nick in bed was getting me wet between my panties and my smooth shaved mound. Maybe I should follow Emily's lead and skip the entertainment portion of the evening too!

Unfortunately, I wouldn't get to spend time with Nick as planned. During the festivities, I ran into an old college friend of mine. We hadn't seen each other in years and the time got away from me as we caught up.

By the time I got back to the cabin, Nick was in a deep, restful sleep and my race day was just a few hours away.

I assumed Nick was obedient to my earlier request and was laying naked in our bed. I stripped down to match Nick's nudity and slipped into bed, snuggling up next to his naked body.

His body felt incredibly warm, sticky and sweaty.

The scent of sex permeated the bed sheets. It was apparent Nick had used the pent-up sexual desire I had created in him just a few hours before, and pleasured himself. I'm sure he waited as long as he could before he realized I wouldn't be back in time.

I felt terrible about winding him up with the thought of a pre-race romp.

I returned to my earlier image of Nick stroking his shaft, deliberately increasing both speed and pressure, his long smooth cock. I closed my eyes and thought of Nick, laying in the cool white sheets of the cabin's bed, pumping is cock over and over until he pushed his load onto his firm stomach.

My opening awoke and started to leak a silky wetness.

I too seemed in need of a release.

I reached down between my legs and covered my 2 fingers with my body's own lube and began to make slow soft circles across my lips and clit.

Blood raced to my mound as my slow touch accelerated to a frantic pace.

I moved my other hand to my breasts, found my nipples and started lightly pinching and pulling on them. Pleasuring my upper and lower parts while thinking about Nick's 'move' and about his cock exploding his warm cum into the deepest parts of my body, quickly caused my body to tense like a coiled spring and release in a series of heavenly spasms.

I tried to hold still so as to not wake up Nick but it was hard to mask the explosions happening inside my body!

As the spasms slowed, I positioned my body with my ass tucked up nicely into Nick's large semi-hard sticky cock and fell asleep.

Nick wrapped his arm around me and snuggled his hardening self deeper into my cheeks.

He was clearly still asleep but enjoying my body next to his.

"Thank you", he mumbled and then went back to sleep. "Thanks for what?", I thought with a small pang of naughty guilt thinking of the sneaky sex act I just performed.

I fell asleep thinking how I would make it up to him for missing our promised rendezvous.

Chapter 7

I woke up just a few hours later eager to start the race.

As I prepared to leave the cabin, I paused by my sleeping husband for a good luck kiss.

He was still asleep as our lips touched.

As we made contact with each other his eyes half opened and whispered, "you were amazing, so strong, so focused, the best one ever"!

I laughed softly and replied, "Nick, you're still asleep; you aren't making any sense, but thanks for the pep talk".

Nick had always been a heavy sleeper and I chalked up his words to mean 'you'll be amazing', 'run strong', 'this race will be the best one ever'.

The race turned out to be truly exceptional!

The scenery, the weather, and the level of competition were all top notch. As we all finished, we hugged and congratulated each other on a well-run race and headed to the recovery tent.

I ran well, but Emily ran a personal best!

We found some shade and began sharing our race experiences.

The conversation shifted to Emily's remarkable finish time. "I've never felt stronger", she said, "I felt like my feet never touched the ground!"

"What did you do differently?" we asked. "Was your nutrition different, did your pace strategy change, what do you think was the difference?"

She stopped sucking on the complimentary popsicle given to all the racers after we crossed the finish line and said, "I didn't do anything different, although you could define what happened between my husband and me as different."

That snapped us all to attention! We all forgot about our popsicles and said in unison;

"How was it different?"

We sounded like a choir all singing from the same sheet of music. We laughed at our synchronized response, and after a few minutes of giggling, Emily explained.

"As you know I snuck out of the pre-race meeting and made my way back to the cabins. It was so dark because of the scheduled blackout and I felt so stupid for not charging my phone."

"As I approached the row of cabins, my phone died. I stumbled around with my arms out like frankenstein's monster, stubbing my toe and brushing against what my mind convinced me was an enormous spider web which I'm sure were harmless pieces of grass. I only had a dozen or so feet to go but the darkness was so disorientating."

"I immediately was directionless but even though it took longer than I thought to locate the cabin, eventually, I found a door."

"I knew fumbling for the light switch was useless but I could hear my husband breathing heavily which helped me find the edge of the bed."

"I stripped off my sundress and panties, got under the quilt, and felt my way toward his cock with probing hands."

"I found it easier than I found the cabin door!"

"It felt fantastic, and although he was asleep, he must have been anticipating our time together because he responded immediately to my touch. His cock was so hard, a bit wet on the tip, and sort of 'weighty'."

The way Emily described her husband's member caused my eyebrows to slightly rise. I've never heard anyone describe a man's cock that way; except for me, that is, when describing Nick in my head.

Had I shared that intimate description with Emily on one of our past runs? No way. I brushed it off as a coincidence and I was happy to get back to paying attention to her story.

She continued.

"I stroked his growing cock over and over. I could barely get my hand around him. I kept sliding and pulling with a stronger and stronger grip. He was responding to my touch nicely."

"I rubbed him over and over with only my hands, his shaft was throbbing and growing with every stroke and I thought that if I kept going he would explode from just my handjob."

"Luckily for me, he seemed to have more stamina than usual."

"Feeling my arousal starting to match his, I slid my head under the sheets and began sucking him off."

We were hanging on every word. We've talked sex before but never with this level of detail. She was telling us about her experience as though she needed to tell somebody, to say it out loud, to make it real, maybe to convince herself that it actually happened. She saw our eyebrows rise in a look of surprise.

"Don't judge me you guys" she quickly said, "I know a blowjob is supposed to be for the man, but I must confess that giving one really gets me going." "I love giving a blowjob."

I can't imagine what we looked like to the racers walking by listening to our friend share this story. A group of sweaty women, popsicles melting in our hands, mouths half-open.

She went on. "I began to hear muffled words and moans from above the covers. I couldn't really hear him with my head under the quilt and my attention focused on moving him in and out of my mouth but I could tell that he was now fully awake and loving his blowjob as much as I was in giving it."

"As I kept sucking and licking him, I reached up and put my free hand over his mouth letting him know that words were not needed and that I was in charge." "He was rock hard and moaning with every movement of my mouth and tongue."

"The blowjob was working; for both of us." "I could feel my pussy starting to drip and open up." "I wanted him in me." "I pulled him out of my mouth and using my tongue, I licked straight up from the top of his shaft only stopping when I reached his tip." She used the popsicle in her hand to demonstrate what she meant. "It felt like it took a full minute to navigate his cock with my tongue."

"He was harder and longer than usual. To get him this big, I must have done something exceptional with my tongue. He lay there, his hand loosely over his lips and slightly twitching in place, breathing deeply. It was so dark. There was zero light so I was using my hands to guide me as I crept up his body on all fours, positioning my tits in front of his face with my soaking wet mound hovering over the tip of his pulsing, dripping cock."