Is intercourse overrated?

We kissed long and hard as we shared the shower together. The hot water darted and splashed over both of our bodies as we held each other tightly. We took turns washing each other’s every square inch and let the water wash rinse us off as we continued to kiss.

After getting out of the shower and drying off we took our clean naked bodies into the bedroom where we continued to tangle our tongues in deep intimacy. She laid flat on her stomach and I sat on her ass as my hand gave her a long deep massage. My thumbs and fingers continued to press into her shoulders as I began kissing her lower back. I moved my lips further down deep into her crack and tongued her anus. The action cause her to push her ass up in the air causing her cheeks to spread and allowing me to penetrate deeper into her asshole with my tongue. She tasted so good and I was rock hard. I moved down to her taint and licked it hard and then began eating her pussy with my nose pressing against her hole.

I told her I could do this for hours. I was sure it was going to lead into some nice lovemaking, but it didn’t. After 20 minutes of eating her fine, hot pussy, she rolled around and began stroking my cock. Slowly, then faster. Then slow again. She took it into her mouth and wrapped her warm tongue around my shaft. It felt so good.

Before I knew it I was on my back and she was on her knees taking my entire length deep into her throat. She sucked and played  for a while until I could feel my balls ready to erupt. I gave her a heads up that I was about to cum and she said go for it. Seconds later my hips jolted up into the air and my first spray of cum shot into her throat. She continued to go up and down coaxing more jiz out of me. Soon it was all over her face and in her mouth. She looked beautiful. She licked her lips and swallowed the rest, then went down and licked up what had dripped onto my stomach.

It was a healthy  load of cum and it felt amazing. I wiped the rest off her face and offered my thumb to her mouth. She quickly sucked it dry and we held each other until we fell asleep.

What an amazing night.

I’m praying

I’ve been doing a lot of praying and a lot of soul-searching. And one thing I’ve found out is that I’m completely lost.

It will almost be two years since the divorce and not a day goes by that I don’t think about my ex. Whether it’s a great memory of the early years of our marriage or thinking about how we should be raising the kids together, she is on my mind a lot.

Sure, I talk to her everyday when the two of us call to talk to the kids. We’ve also a few meals together and participated in a few school events for the kids. It’s always a good time. We laugh and give each other that knowing look whenever something funny happens with the kids. I really miss her. I miss the connection we had. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the connection during the couple years of our marriage. Every day I think about what could have been done if I hadn’t allowed the unthinkable to happen.

I had an affair. I met another woman who totaly understood me…at the right, or wrong, time. She was there for me. She complimented and complemented me. I also thought the world of her. I was attracted to her. The sex was phenomenal and something that I really missed from my marriage. It was a soulmate…at least that’s what I thought.

Fast forward two years and the relationship with the woman I had the affair with is hanging by a string. Quite honestly, I’m not entirely sure why except for the false sense of security a relationship—of any sort—can bring. But, oh how things can change. Yes, I’m still very attracted to her, but there is really no resemblance to the steamy affair that put the nail in my marital coffin.

So back to the praying. Like I said, I’ve been doing a lot of it. I consider myself a spiritual person. I’ve questioned my faith and my beliefs. You could say I believe out of fear. I don’t want to find out I shoulda believed when I see all my friends and family heading north and me, well, going south. It’s deeper than that, but that’s kind of how it feels right now. So, I’m praying to a God that I hope is listening. The answers that come back as small seeds in my mind tend to be “make an effort to reconcile with your ex wife.”

That’s the voice that talks to me. That’s the voice that I’m having a hard time listening to or believing. But, isn’t faith that part where you do something that may seem sort of foolish. I mean, come on, hi ex-wife, I really think we should try and work it out. Please forgive me and let’s start fresh.

Can that really happen? Sure I’ve heard to couples that remarried, but does it work? Would my ex just look at me and say are you crazy? I really do have a hard time thinking there would be any positive response.

Contrary to what I feel God is telling me, I do feel like there’s an attraction and desire to get back together. Part of it’s for the kids and another part is a desire to reconnect and get back to where things were at when we married. After all, I was so certain that she was the perfect one for me. A few years later, it was all over.

Well, I hope you’re still reading. If you’re not, I understand. Does anyone have any experiences in this area? Should I take a leap of faith? Should I wait? And, if so, what would I be waiting for?