I’m one lucky girl. My husband Jake can get me to come every time we screw. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been that without fail, can help me climax. I know that’s rare. I know I’m lucky.

Jake’s physique might have something to do with my sexual success. His cock is thick and well…heavy. When I have him in my hands it feels weighted. It’s like a slightly curved balloon, the ones used to make balloon animals filled with water. His cock can feel so full that during Sex, when I’m on top, I have this feeling that if stop moving, if don’t use every muscle in my Pussy to consistently squeeze around him I might loose him.

Jake also seems to have an innate ability to read my body. When having Sex, whether it’s a romantic Love-making session or just a heated romp he is always present. I never feel like his attention is anywhere but on me. It’s not all one-sided of course, we work together but when he sees in my eyes or senses through my movements that I’m ready to go over the top, he starts his ‘Move’.

This ‘Move’ of his, I really should name it, write it down and sell it to the world. The gist of Jake’s ‘Move’ is that he can force his slightly curved weighted cock to rub my G spot at the very same time his protruding pubic bone presses into my clit. Fifteen or twenty of these ‘Moves’ and I’m wrecked and simply explode! Every time!

Chemistry plays a role in my lucky Sex life too. Like actual physiology. Most times when I’m intimate with Jake, as I’m climaxing and the last ripple from my Orgasm leaves my Pussy, Jake can time it so that he releases his load onto my cervix which starts my Orgasm all over again. This extra treat makes for the perfect ending to our time together. I actually feel a bit guilty knowing that I usually get 2 orgasms with Jake. Just seems too much for one girl.

I run with a group of girls and every now and then, on our long runs, we talk about our Love lives and what it’s like being in our 40’s with a husband, with kids, with careers, and a whole laundry list of to-do’s that occupy our minds and time.

I hear how frustrated they get with their Sex lives. Too many stories have been shared of my friends laying next to spent husbands, who selfishly screw their wives for just a few minutes, who then have to take care of their own Orgasm. I sympathetically nod my head, say trite phrases of support, like ‘that’s so frustrating’, but never share anything about my luck with Jake.

These girls I run with are more than just running companions. They are my best friends. I’ve known them for 16 years. That’s why we can talk about the most private of topics. We all moved into the neighborhood around the same time, and have kids around the same age.

We are all within a few years of each other in age. We range in height from 5’10” to 6’0″ and through our passion of running are all athletically built. Our legs are long and strong, our arms are lean but we all have retained an hourglass figure with well sculpted natural breasts and soft flat stomachs.

And our hair color? Yep, all blonde! Some of the blonde is from a bottle, some is platinum in color and some is natural and more sandy. More than once we’ve been mistaken for sisters, especially when we’re sweaty, dressed in our running clothes and hair in ponytails.

There has been more than one awkward moment when one of our husbands would mistakenly take the hand of the wrong blonde or come up from behind and pat the wrong Ass hanging out of a pair of running shorts. We are a close group so we laugh it off and at least for me feel a bit flattered when I get an accidental touch from the wrong husband.

Last year we decided it would be fun to enter a half marathon in Moab Ut. The course was around a section of arches national park. The weather would be Hot and the scenery would be spectacular.

We even thought it would be fun to do a bit of glamping with our husbands. The boys can mountain bike while we race and make a long weekend out of it. The park has these single room cabins that offer simply a soft bed, and a glowing gas powered bedside lamp. We would have to share a Shower house but that would be part of the rustic charm of the weekend. We each booked a cabin and looked forward to a great race and weekend getaway.

We arrived a day early, and after checking in, where we were told that the camp ground would experience a few hours of a blackout as a maintenance crew changed out the propane that fueled the lights, the girls and I thought it a good idea to run a few miles before our pre-race meeting to loosen our legs from the long drive down to Moab.

As we ran we started to talk through the different ‘rituals’ we went through before a race. Some of us switch out our shoelaces, some lay out our clothes the night before, some paint finger nails to match their sports bra. The air was warm and the venue was beautiful. The miles flew by. This race was going to be so fun!

We finished our warm up and headed to the Shower house. As we lathered up and washed off the sweat and sand in the common Shower room we all turned to face each other when our friend Emily continued the conversation about pre race traditions. “I know you’ll think this out of character for me but one of the things I like to do the night before every race is fuck Tom’s brains out!”

She saw our surprise and giggled as she told us that it started as a joke years ago, and has become more of a superstition. “It does, however, have some real medicinal benefits,” she said. “It clears my head, stretches out my hips plus it’s a way to thank Tom for supporting my passion for running.”

It only takes a handful of minutes as you guys all know she laughed. I finish him off quickly, grab my vibrator and climax hopefully before he goes limp. As she shared this most intimate of traditions with us, I noticed that all of us, subliminally I’m sure, moved our hands closer to our soapy shaved pussys and began softly rubbing our clits with the complimentary loofah sponges. Nothing overtly noticeable but just enough to help us picture Emily aggressively screwing her husband in an attempt to get ‘race ready’.

After showering and a bit of self pleasuring, I returned to my cabin, dropped my towel, started to dress and recounted Emily’s pre-race ritual to Jake. He just sat on the edge of the bed and grinned.

As I did so, I caught a glimpse of Jake’s cock swell and shift in his biking shorts. His organ’s response gave me a wicked idea. “Jake, I said straight-faced, standing directly in front of him nake from the waist up, “Emily has always been faster than me and I am wondering if her pre-race Sex session is the reason. Would you help me beat her tomorrow by allowing me to let loose and screw your brains out tonight?”

His grin widened and the bulge in his shorts grew. “I would be happy to help you race to the best of your ability. Whatever it takes, count me in!” I closed the distance between us, still half naked, bent over, brushed my bare breasts from his forehead to his chin, kissed his mouth long and hard, and told him to be in bed, naked, when it got dark. I would deal with him in a few hours after the pre-race meal and meeting.

Just thinking about our rendezvous got my energy up and I actually thought Emily might be on to something!

A few minutes before the meal started, as advertised by the park staff at check-in, the campsite went dark. The only light we could see was the glow of generator powered lights in the meeting tent a few hundred yards away. Using the blackout as a que, the girls and I began to gather outside the cabins using their phones as flashlights and started to make our way to the lighted tent.

The evening’s events, before I could get work on Jake, would include a carbo-loading meal, listening to a professional marathoner, and a race update from the organizers. Emily mentioned to us that she wasn’t interested in hearing the guest speaker and with a wink told us she would be returning to her cabin after dinner to get “race-day ready”.

I saw Emily sneak out into the pitch dark night. I started to think about Jake, naked in my bed, waiting for me. He was probably half hard already. He loved it when I fucked him with reckless abandon.

Watching me get off with no thought of anything else was one of the things that got him to come. He truly was the best lover! I began to think that maybe I would skip the entertainment portion of the evening too.

Unfortunately my time with Jake was not to be. The speaker ended up being an old college friend of mine. We hadn’t seen each other in years and time got away from me as we caught up. By the time I got back to the cabin Jake was in a deep heavy sleep and I was just a few hours away from race day. I stripped down, got into bed and spooned up next to Jake. His body was so Hot and sweaty. The bed smelled like him after a long workout. I loved that smell. Must be the southern Utah heat I thought and fell quickly asleep with my Ass tucked up nicely into his crotch.

As I woke early to get ready for the race I stopped by my sleeping husband for a good luck kiss. He was still asleep as our lips touched. As we made contact with each other his eyes half opened and whispered, you were amazing, so strong, so focused, best one ever! Jake I quietly laughed, You’re still asleep, you aren’t making any sense, but thanks for the ‘pep talk’. Jake had always been a heavy sleeper and I chalked up his words to mean “you’ll be amazing”, “run strong”, “this race will be the best one ever.”

The race was the best one ever! The scenery, the weather, and the competition was all top notch. I ran well, but Emily ran even better and was waiting for me at the finish line. She beat me by 5 min. We hugged, congratulated each other on a well run race and waited for the other members of our group to finish.

After the last of the girls crossed the finish line, we found some shade and started recounting our race experiences. The conversation turned to Emily’s finish time. She set a new personal best! “I’ve never felt stronger”, she said, “I felt like my feet never touched the ground! “What did you do differently we all asked? “Was your nutrition different, did your pace strategy change, what do you think was the difference”?

She stopped sucking on the popsicle she was given after we crossed the finish line and said, “I didn’t do anything different, although you could define what happened between Tom and me as ‘different’.

“How was it different” we all asked in unison? We sounded like a choir all singing from the same sheet of music. We laughed at our synchronized response, and after a few minutes of giggling, Emily began to explain.

“As you know I snuck out of the pre race meeting and headed back to the cabins. It was so dark because of the scheduled blackout and I felt so stupid for not remembering a flashlight. I stumbled around a bit, stubbed my toe, brushed up against a few tree branches that my brain told me were giant spider webs and quickly found the cabin door.

I was a bit disoriented. I was relieved to find the cabin door and get inside. I knew fumbling for the light switch was useless but I could hear Tom breathing heavily which helped me find the edge of the bed. I stripped off my dress and panties, got under the down comforter and felt my way with searching hands towards Tom’s cock. It felt amazing, she said and although he was asleep, he must have been anticipating our time together because he responded immediately to my touch, his cock was so heavy and sort of weighted.

The way she described Tom caused my eyebrows to slightly rise. I’ve never heard anyone describe a man’s cock that way; except for me that is when describing Jake in my own head. Had I shared that intimate description with Emily on one of our past runs? No way. I brushed it off as coincidence as I was happy to get back to paying attention to her story.

She continued. I stroked his growing cock over and over. I could barely get my hand around him. I kept sliding and tugging with a stronger and stronger grip. He was responding well to my touch but in a slower, more deliberate manner. I really worked him over using just my hands almost thinking that if I kept going he would come just from my touch. Luckily for me, he seemed to have more stamina than usual. Feeling ready to match his arousal, I slid my head under the sheets and began sucking him off.

We were hanging on every word. We’ve talked Sex before but never with level of detail. The way she was telling us about her experience was like she needed to say it out loud, to convince herself that it actually happened. She saw our faces curl a bit in surprise. Don’t judge me you guys she quickly said, I know a Blowjob is supposed to be for the guy but I must confess that giving one really gets me going. I Love sucking off Tom. I can’t imagine what we looked like to the racers walking by. A group of sweaty women, popsicles melting in our hands, mouths half open.

She continued. As I realized that Tom was fully awake and enjoying his Blowjob as much as I was in giving it, he moaned and started to speak. I kept sucking him in and out of my mouth but reached up and put my finger over his lips letting him know that no words were needed and that I was in charge.

He was rock hard and moaning with every movement of my mouth and tongue. The Blowjob was working, for both of us. I could feel my Pussy starting to moisten and open up. I wanted him in me. I pulled him out of my mouth and using my tongue I licked straight up from the bottom of his shaft only stopping when I reached his tip. She used the popsicle in her hand to demonstrate what she meant. It felt like it took a full minute to navigate his cock with my tongue. He was harder and longer than normal, He’s never this big I thought, I really must have done something special with my mouth to get him this large.

He lay there breathing heavily and slightly wiggling in place. On all fours, I crawled up his body, positioning my tits in front of his face and my Pussy hovering over his pulsing cock. He instinctively positioned his tongue in front of one of my nipples so that he could lick it at will and slightly pivoted his hips towards the ceiling until the tip of his cock was just sitting on the opening of my Pussy‘s lips.

He froze there, his tongue engaging with my erect nipple and his cock overing just inside my Pussy. He didn’t jam it in like he usually does, he just let it sit there waiting for my next move. Tom was reading my body and my responses like never before. I couldn’t concentrate. My thinking was conflicted. Nipple, Pussy, Nipple, Pussy. I couldn’t decide where to focus my energy. It was painfully pleasurable.

Wow I thought, Emily is describing my every experience with Jake. I was so pleased she was getting a glimpse into what Sex can be when your partner is attentive and ever present.

She rushed to continue to share the details. I felt the wetness of my Pussy dripping down onto his cock and I couldn’t stand the teasing of his dick just holding steady, barely in me any longer. I guess the Pussy wins, I thought. I lowered myself onto his beating, rock hard shaft. I already had his tip in me and as I took the rest of him in me I let out an audible gasp.

He literally filled my entire Pussy. He was so big. Bigger than normal. Not uncomfortable, the opposite in fact. Every nerve inside my Pussy was being stimulated by just sitting on him.

I wanted to just sit there, not move, enjoying the sensation of my husband filling my Pussy, but I couldn’t. It felt like if I stopped moving he would fall out of me. He felt so heavy. I had to use every pubic muscle I have just to keep him in! Wait, I thought, what did she just say?

Her description was again eerily familiar. Emily hurried her story along. It felt good to keep moving to keep him in me and cause as you guys know, it can take some time for me to get my O. So I kept moving, kept grinding, kept plunging him in and out of me. As I would move, he would respond, and react. He wasn’t taking control but he seemed to be able to supplement my moves so that every thrust, every twist, every bounce was leading me closer to my O.

After about 5 min of me riding him from above and flexing on his shaft, I had a strong desire to have his body on top of mine, pinning me to the mattress and feeling him pound away at me. At the top of one of my movements, I stopped, dismounted his raging shaft, lay on the mattress opened by legs into a wide V shape. His hands instinctively traced the shape of my legs, sensed my want and moved himself into position.

This shouldn’t take long, I thought, he had to be on the edge, and began to think about where I had unpacked by vibrator. On his hands and knees, hovering over me, he slid his cock into my Pussy. It was a deliberate, targeted thrust. He knew where to find me even in the darkness of that mountain cabin. He didn’t fumble around to find my opening and I didn’t have to guide him in. He was just there, straight in, firm but controlled.

Through his penetrating thrust, I felt an unfamiliar curvature in his erection. I had never felt that shape before. I guess I had never really felt Tom at his biggest size. I didn’t have too much time to think about this new shape as the curve sort of forced the tip of his cock to scrape against every part of what I am guessing is my G spot! I never knew I had one until that moment.

As he came in and out of me, his cock kept in contact with the upper wall of my Pussy and I was feeling something I had only read about, fantasized about. It felt so good, so novel. Each of his thrusts forced my back to arch higher and higher and seem to release a dose of adrenaline directly into my heart. I could feel my body temperature rise and I was get sweatier and sweatier with every pump of his cock into me.

The discovery of my G slowed me down. I am usually so hungry for my O, hurry up and get there kind of attitude, but I didn’t want to do anything that might stop the sensation that was happening in me.

Tom kept hitting the same spot with the same pace patiently waiting for me to move him along but I couldn’t, it felt too good to have my G spot stroked minute after minute after minute. After a bit though, I started to feel torn. It felt good, so new, so unexpected but I knew the O my toy would give me would release the stress that was building throughout my body and send me into the deep sleep that I so desperately needed before the race.

As the minutes passed by I could feel my body moving on from this G spot induced euphoria and began demanding its well deserved Orgasm. For once, my mind wasn’t in control of my sexual appetite, my body was and it was telling me end this sweet torture. I put my hands on his Ass to draw him down upon me. I wanted his body on my body, his sweat to mingle with my sweat, to release him into me. He responded to my non verbal request, and lowered down onto me.

When his body laid down on mine, he kept is cock in contact with my G spot but positioned his pubic bone so that it began to grind into my clit. It was the most amazing thing to be stimulated from both the inside and the outside at the same time! After 2 or 3 thrusts of this new ‘Move’, I knew I was done for. I had completely forgotten about my vibrator, tonight Tom would bring me to climax with no help from my toy. I started to count in my head, 5, 10, 11, how many of these moves could I stand, 15, and on the 18th move, I exploded. A fire raged through my entire body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy poured through me. It was like waves crashing down on a beach, one after the other. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. My brain had turned off, and I was a slave to the feelings of desire radiating from my Pussy. Upon what I thought was the final wave of Orgasm, Tom with a guttural moan, emptied his load deep inside me.

It felt like a fire hose of liquid hitting my cervix in long machine gun style shots. As his cum hit my cervix, I started to Orgasm again. The heat of his cum started another sequence of uncontrolled waves running through my legs. I guess all I needed for a PR was back to back orgasms!