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We were lying in bed late at night and cuddling. We did a lot of this those days. Not like earlier, when we were younger and fresher, when the cuddling came after the sex, not as a substitute.
But we'd not stopped talking. About everything and anything. So although the sex had wound down, we'd found out a lot during the years gone by. About her and me and sex.
She never used to like porn earlier, for example. She's been brought up very conservatively and was quite prim in her attitudes. "Gross" was the word she used to describe most of the earlier stuff I'd shown her.
But she'd become more open with time, and enjoyed watching tastefully produced erotica. It was a revelation for me - a mere man - to watch how the most unexpected scenes would turn her on. For example, there once a scene where a pair of gloved hands caressed the woman's body. All you cold see was the front of the woman's body, her face and the hands moving all over her – the man was obviously behind her. But she was onto me like a tigress after watching the scene, and a couple of explosive orgasms later, pronounced that it was one of the sexiest scenes she'd ever watched. "It was the mystery. Also, women like it when the actress seems to enjoy it", was her explanation.
We found we enjoyed reading erotica a lot, especially when the stories were well written. I liked the group sex and interracial stuff, but he didn't find those particularly appealing. She liked the straight one-on-one, man and woman stuff. Although, she admitted, some lesbian scenes did entice her curiosity. But never more than that.
Somewhere along the way, we'd also started reading up on Tantra. It seemed a lot of b/s for the most part, and we once collapsed with laughter while trying out some of the techniques. It was impossible to imagine how anybody could be so serious and pompous about sex.
So we'd continued reading. With my interest in interracial and group sex stories, it was only a question of time before the word "creampie" introduced itself to us.
"My God" she said. "They can't be serious."
"Apparently they are" I said. "it seems to be quite the thing for a lot of people."
"You mean, actually suck out semen from a woman's vagina?" she asked incredulously. "Isn't that totally gross? And really, doesn't that mean the guy is a secret gay?"
"Doesn't seem so. Most of the writers seem to enjoy it."
"What about you, my darling? Would you like to suck out a big load of cum after I've been totally fucked out by a big well-hung Tiger Woods kind of black guy?" She was grinning.
"I guess it'll have to happen for me to find out, won't it." I riposted.
"Stop it" she slapped me playfully.
And so our life coasted on, at a serene if increasingly unexciting pace.
As we're both into heavy reading, we got more and more into reading about Tantra. We figured out after a while that most of it was utter crap. But there was certainly some serious scholarly stuff, and we became fascinated with how such an ancient practice had survived for such a long time, almost from the dawn of time. What we started to appreciate about Tantra was its emphasis on overcoming taboos, and how difficult it was because of the sheer power of societal conditioning.
Then we came across that massive tome by David Gordon White "Kiss of the Yogini".
I must explain that this is considered to be one of the definitive works on Tantra. Written with rigorous scholarship, the book analyses every single aspect of Tantra and attempts to define and fix its origins. It is not light reading. And it is definitely not erotica.
What shook us was the book's most important conclusion. White asserted that the core of Tantra was the belief in the magical transformative powers of bodily fluids. Specifically, he held that the most important Tantric belief was in the power of the "magic potion" of the combination of a man's semen and a woman's vaginal fluids.
There was more. For the ultimate in magical power, the ancient Tantrics believed, you had to combine a man's semen with a woman's menstrual blood. Not a drop of the mixture was to be wasted or dropped. For the Tantrics, this was nothing frivolous. It was a religious ritual, preceded by a long and complex set of actions and incantations. The Tantrics worshipped, literally, both the penis and the vagina. White, of course, does an astonishing job of analyzing the roots of this belief, showing how it must have emerged very early in human history, as the logical outcome of observing the apparently magical ability of the sex act to produce life in the form of a baby.
Fortunately, my wife is intelligent and well-read, and she always accepts a logical argument. She was very quiet after reading the Kiss of the Yogini. As I said, in the beginning of this story, we were cuddling that night.
"Do you think they really did it that way? I mean, had sex during the woman's period? And then drank the mixture?"
"That's what the book says." I offered.
She let her hand fall to my lap. I had on a pair of shorts. She was in a nightgown.
She could feel my slowly thickening cock.
'You like the idea, don't you?" she asked.
I raised myself on a elbow and looked at her. She had that serious look I'd noticed only on a few occasions, when she was on the verge of some important decision.
I couldn't lie to her, Not with her hand stroking my cock.
"Yes." I said, and my voice was huskier than usual.
