"Have you ever heard of snowballing?" my wife asked me one night as she sensed my moment of climax rapidly approaching.
We often spoke to each other during sex, even oral sex, which was our preferred method of satisfying ourselves and each other.
Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining at the gym helped keep us feeling young at heart, plus it never failed to put us in the mood for the bedroom festivities which inevitably followed. Our typical gym nights always ended the same way, with us tearing our clothes off as soon as we entered our home and sharing a hot, steamy shower together before practically devouring each other in our king-size bed. As much as I enjoyed her taste and smell anytime, my wife drew me like a starving man to a banquet when we were both fresh from the shower. Something about being so clean always made me feel like doing something very dirty!
On this particular night, after reaching her first orgasm at the tip of my curious and nimble tongue, my beautiful wife returned the favor by licking, nuzzling, and sucking me with all of the skill she had perfected over many years of marriage and countless previous opportunities. Then, intuitively knowing my orgasm was near, as she was always able to sense, she teased me by taking me out of her mouth and asking the question that would ultimately change our lives.
I would not say we were in a rut, in fact, far from it, despite our years of monogamy. My wife and I had tasted and experienced each other in just about every way imaginable, and in some very interesting places. We shared our imaginations just as eagerly as we shared our bodies, neither of us placing limits on the other's lustful desires. But it had been quite some time since we had tried anything new. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!
Oral sex was our old standby, dating back to the time when we were high school sweethearts and used to sneak quick tastes of each other whenever we could get away with it. Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it as a rut.
So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had never heard of snowballing, at least not the definition my wife shared with me that night. It was not to be the only thing she would share with me that night, and every time since.
Snowballing, my beautiful wife explained to me while my erection pulsated in her soft hand, was when the man would reach orgasm in the woman's mouth, but then, instead of swallowing it, she would pass the load back to the man via a passionate kiss, and he would swallow it.
