Over the 20+ years we have been together I have come to learn that Mrs. Loveitkinky has previously experienced the pleasure of larger cocks and, while she has always claimed to be content with what I have to offer, she would, given a choice, prefer something more substantial.
Being someone who during sex is intently focused on pleasuring my partner first, I invested in a selection of sleeves to add an extra pun intended dimension to our physical frolics.
We have used them a few times. Each time my bride staged a minor protest claiming all she wanted was me, but each time she succumbed, possibly to the knowledge that my intentions were the provision of her pleasure, possibly to her own desire to be filled. For me, the most revealing experiences were the times she was fully relaxed through an absence of kids in the house and a belly fully of fine wining and dining when her reaction to my artificially enhanced length and girth was entirely evident. There’s no “faking it” about grabbing your husbands arse and vigorously pulling the entire 9 inches of sleeved cock into you inducing a furious, eyes rolled back session of bucking around and repeatedly coming like a banshee.
Her reluctance to make this a frequent and regular part of our sex life is born out of a combination of the soreness she professes the sleeve induces as well as, I suspect, her desire to not leave me with any feelings of inadequacy. Mrs. LIK has birthed 3 sizeable babies and is currently menopausal. Pleasuring her to climax requires more and different effort now than it did when we met. I’m perfectly ok with achieving that with the assistance of what, to all intents and purposes, is an industrial sized condom. Sure it removes sensation for me, but, seeing the glass as half full, that simply means the chance of me blowing my load before she’s sated is removed from the equation. What’s not to like?