Googling Spice Up A Relationship 02

Part 1 was posted in loving wives, but apparently some people we a bit prudish and felt a bit of kink was better placed in Fetish. C'est la vie. Enjoy.

I have used Google a lot in ways you expect and don't always think of. Advice on managing my relationship or dramatically enhancing my sex life were things I never really thought I would look for, let alone find. I am a bit ADHD and OCD about searching. I get an idea and drill down on it, but often find other things that I just have to read. After reading how having a panty-wearing husband could spice things up, I researched how to "help" him decide to embrace a desire to wear sexy silk and satin. Now, as a result of this change, I have noticed my love of satiny smoothness on my skin, being rubbed and massaged while in satin, and even more how much I love rubbing my boy toy's panty-wearing ass and cock. Aside from the separation from his sweaty body or cum-dripping dick as I rub the satin on top, I can't stop thinking of the sensual experience.

In the past, I would wear sexy lingerie for a short time as we got ready for foreplay. The sight was enough to get Peter all hard and excited. He would quickly hop into bed and, if he hadn't already peeled off my lingerie, he moved his hand under it and directly onto my tits or into my cunt, trying to get things going. I had come to expect this, but not anymore. If it was just a quickie, sure, go for it. But I was making it clear that quickies were being upgraded to first-class orgasmic sessions, sometimes with multiple main events. He didn't have to have a second coming, but I sure was. If he was moving too fast and not already wearing a cute pair of panties, I have taken to making him put them on and do a little dance. It slows him down and helps him be more playful. But for me, it is pure heaven. It's not a domination thing where he has to wear sexy girl panties (while it might be a teensy bit), but rubbing his body in satin sends me to the next level. I wondered if I should get him a camisole, a babydoll, or such so I can feel his muscular chest, but am worried about pushing him into feminization and I lose him to some weird sex cult.

I started Googling men who wear lingerie. Lots on why it is great in bed (duh, guessed that one), but most of it is generic about wearing anything taboo during sex. I am starting to figure that Peter "needs" to start wanting more lingerie. Then I see one from a woman wondering if she is gay if she likes stroking someone in satin. I click on that one fast.

She talks about putting on her lingerie and rubbing herself as she masturbates, thinking that she is rubbing other people. The comments are supportive of her choices and tell her not to be ashamed if she wanted to feel another woman in lingerie (presumptive that only a woman would wear satin or silk). That wasn't too helpful, except I had decided when Peter was away on business I was going to amp up my masturbation and don my lingerie and truly have a party of one. But it did send my mind racing to wonder if I had gay impulses.

Was the subtle feminizing of Peter more about a deep desire to be with a woman? Well, I loved riding "little Peter" whenever possible, so at the very least I am bi. I have never been drawn to women, though. I have a strong "yuck" feeling about putting genitals in my mouth. I am perfectly fine with Peter going down on me (he could Google a few things to make it better), but I never kiss him afterward unless he brushes his teeth. He has tried to get me to have "a taste," such as trying to kiss me or stick his finger in my mouth right after sticking it in my cunt (what the hell is he Googling?). In school, when I was becoming more sexually curious about everything, I remember there was one very out girl who was stereotypically butch, and it would have been social suicide to even think about being seen with her. Although, if she wore satin panties, I might have given it a whirl. As no one in my immediate circle was out (Rebecca came out in college, and I would not be surprised if Cindy experimented), and certainly no one talked about it, experimenting was not something I had ever considered.

Now I was wondering, what would it be like? Would rubbing and sucking on tits be the same as having my tits played with? I imagine that a girl would know what to do to excite me. Thinking about it was making me less interested in finding a woman to be with and more about addressing a real problem I could easily fix. I was now getting mad at Peter for not bringing me to orgasm with his tongue. How could I even consider a bit of girl-on-girl action if I did not know that I liked a tongued orgasm (pretty sure I would enjoy it, but Peter needs to step up). I reflected on how I had prepared him for the task and realized I had a responsibility to communicate better. If I didn't know what excited me when being tongued, how was I going to direct my notional woman lover -- because I would not be down for only servicing the other person, be they a man or woman.

I had got him to slow down and massage and rub before he went to town. He had done a weird blowing me up like a balloon that just felt strange. He used to tease a lot more, but seems to have stopped. I think I should have given him more direction.

I have decided that a bit of formal instruction with a practical application is required. I will have his face close to my cunt, and I will go over do's and don'ts. If I masturbate a little, he will see what I like and should be able to replicate it. Then a little trial and error with his tongue. I doubt he will get it right the first time (maybe that's why I never tried it with a girl, fear of failure. Getting a guy to explode is so easy). I am sure he will like the practice as long as it is a prelude to sex. I will have him do some Googling to see if he can surprise me with a few things (please don't bring a watermelon to bed).

Update

What a trooper. Peter loved the idea of show and tell. He seemed to grasp the external stimulation part. The practical part was a bit more difficult. His tongue kept getting tired, he would move funny, or his five o'clock shadow would chafe (not a problem with a girl, I thought). After a quick shave break, he tried again. I was getting worried I was going to get raw, and we switched to using his dick. No surprise, he blew in a matter of seconds while I was just starting to get into it, leaving me high and dry. The next night, we skipped the tongue action, as I was not missing out two days in a row. I was still grumpy about not having an orgasm yesterday, so I acted like a petulant child, initiating sex and then having him walk around in his panties, doing things like putting the laundry in the dryer and getting new sheets from the basement. When he got back, I did apologize, and I fondled the shit out of his dick. I was rubbing his ass and remembered that I had to read up on male ass play, as he seemed to be enjoying that a lot. He was very attentive to my tits -- he knows how much I like the rubbing and sucking. He used what he had learned the other night about cunts to warm me up with circular motions followed by up-and-down action along the sides. It might not have been my tonguing orgasm, but it was a vast improvement to his poking and prodding. He was starting to slide down, but I stopped him, saying I wanted an orgasm and that we could try going further tomorrow. He was a bit insistent. Oh, look who was pulling up his big girl panties and taking charge. I complied (it was only polite). He started to tease a bit with his tongue on the sides of the outside while rubbing my mound. Oh, how I wanted his tongue inside and making me explode. He gingerly started to poke at my vulva with his tongue before pushing it in a bit and opening it up.

All I could think about was he must have Googled something good (at last). When he finally got in, he still played it coy as he tickled my clit hood. A bit on top of it, a bit at the edge, a bit lifting it. It felt great. Was this the day he was going to get it right? Then he started to really lick my clit with his rough tongue. OMG, was that good, especially as he was still rubbing the sides of my cunt and pressing on my mound ever so gently. Then he started to hum. It felt great. The vibrations from the humming were sort of like a back massager that accidentally rubs up against you. Mmm, memories of high school and discovering mechanical stimulation on the cheap. I was feeling even better and let out an uncontrollable moan. Peter took this as his cue to move a finger inside and reach for my G-spot and start that "come here" motion of joy. My body was becoming twitchy, and I just let the moans out, and then the magic started. Oh, God, did it come. Losing my tongue virginity was not like my -- well -- virginity. It was pleasure waves as Peter did not stop, nor did I want him to. After far too brief a moment, things faded, and my body relaxed.

A few seconds later, Peter stopped and started kissing up to my navel, then on to my breasts, and after a short delay he found his way up to my face. I was so appreciative, I grabbed him and started to kiss, then I slipped him my tongue. I was in such an elated state, I had not thought of where his mouth had just been. I am licking my own cunt juices (yuck). I pushed him back as my mood quickly changed. I was about to yell at him when he said:

"You kissed me. You slid your tongue in my mouth the same as you had done the first night I wore panties. What gives? I thought you were good with that."

My mind raced. Yes, I did kiss him, yes, I did French him. My mind cast back to the night he first wore panties a few weeks back. Shit, he had gone down on me, and after some pretty awesome sex, I did French him then too, and not even realize it. I didn't know what to say. He leaned in a bit, but before he could say anything, I got my tongue back in his mouth to see if I could really taste anything, or was it just a personal hang-up. I thought I could detect something different, but it was too late to be prissy about it. Wow, from having my first orally induced orgasm to tasting my first cunt in a matter of seconds. Maybe that gay thing was less of a big deal after all.

Oh, Google. Where are you taking me?