I really have no one to blame but myself. It is 100% my own fault that I am currently standing on the wrong side of our locked bedroom door. My beautiful wife's sighs and moans of ecstasy clearly audible through the thin wooden door. So close and yet still so restricted from me.
She has just finished cumming for the first time tonight, that I know of, and there are no signs of her slowing down as I suffer my self appointed plight alone in the hallway. I can always tell when she orgasms. She is not a screamer by any means. It is more a low guttural moan that builds in intensity as her little toes curl and her hands clutch the bed sheets, grasping the linens and most always pulling them free from the mattress.
I love hearing that moan, causing that moan, living that moment when her face contorts in orgasmic bliss. I have witnessed it countless times. It never fails to bring a smile to my own face. Even now in my pains of jealously and loneliness I can't help but smile knowing she has once more received the pleasure she so loves and deserves.
The reason I am here, in the hallway, and she is inside behind locked entry with Seymour is twofold. It is Saturday night, normally our "Date night". Sex is pretty much a given when the weekend rolls around for us. We have maintained a pretty active sex life through the years. I am a good eight years her senior, and I will admit that she of late has been more amorous and wanting then myself, but more on that in a minute.
A little background, Carrie is 43 and in her sexual prime, I must attest. We have been married now for 19 years and well, I am proud to say we still knock it out 2 or 3 times every week. She is a beautiful little spinner of a lady. 5"4" and just tipping the scale at 102 pounds. She maintains her small frame with regiments of tennis and yoga. Her natural 34b breasts are magnificent on her lithe frame. Her nipples never fail to perk and harden at the slightest touch or cool breeze. I can see them in my minds eye as I listen to our marital bed gently shake, and her sighs bellow up through the slight opening at the bottom of the doorway.
Me, they call me LP. I like to say that it stands for "Long Play", a reference to record albums that not only shows my age but also my affinity to exaggerate somewhat. In honesty I am what you would call average in looks, endowment and in sexual prowess. 6 feet even in height, 195 pounds (when I maintain my diet), a 6 inch penis and a sexual lasting period of about 15 minutes under the sheets.
Now Carrie had never complained. She was always more than happy with all of my attributes before I went and decided our "bedroom time" needed a little spicing up early last year. When we married 19 years ago she was an innocent young girl of 24. Well not entirely innocent. She had partaken in the obligatory "Prom Sex" when she was 19. The not so fun or famous loss of her virginity to her high school boyfriend. It was neither long lasting nor enjoyable and they broke up shortly after without ever reliving that botched attempt at amore.
Other than that she had experienced only one other boyfriend that managed to conquer her sexual barriers before we met. This one lasted a year and a half and their sexlife was normal but less than fantastic. He was neither well endowed nor knowledgeable in the lovemaking department. Carrie tells me she didn't know what an orgasm was until she met me. Had never partaken in the fine art of oral sex, well she had been a giver just never a receiver. Her very first orgasm came when we had been dating a short time and I willed my way down between her legs and kissed, tongued and ravaged her little clit into bliss for the very first time of her life. To this day she tells me that is the day she knew she was going to marry me.