An emerging hobby

Who knew that having family in town could be quite so time consuming or stressful? Probably everyone, but since we don't ever have guests it has been something of a surprise to us.
So I didn't get my pegging I was hoping for on Thursday night since we were both exhausted from running around all day. However there was a nice consolation last night in a manner that seems to be of growing interest to the misses (who I should refer to as A. going forward).
It was already midnight when we finished entertaining our family and everyone retired for the evening. A. asked me if I was still up for some play time and honestly, as tired as I was, I could have taken or left it. Since we had already delayed one evening we figured it was better to seize the moment, or the dildo as the case may be. So it was "off with the pants and onto the bed" which works well for me as we continue to cultivate A.'s command presence as it isn't her comfort zone. I grabbed our "play blanket" from Liberator, laid on my back and pulled my knees to my chest as A. requested.
As you might imagine, we have a pretty robust toy box and its always with a since of curiosity and amusement that I watch what she will pull out for the festivities. I was a bit disappointed when she pulled out one of our smaller, more "normal" dildos. I was looking for a good, thick pounding to relieve some tension and this wasn't entirely what I had in mind. Turns out she was worried about my retiring parents hearing our inappropriate behavior and decided a few inches of synthetic cock in my mouth would do the trick. I think she had an alternate motive to noise suppression given the smile she wore as she worked the cock in and out of my mouth. Maybe its a control thing that we enjoy or maybe I just like sucking my wife's cock and she enjoys giving it to me. Regardless, I could have done that until my jaw gave out.
Unfortunately she didn't leave the cock in my mouth but she had something else on her mind. A. has developed an interest in prostate massage, or more specifically, getting me to cum without either of us touching my cock. It's still a sensation I am getting used to, having two fingers intentionally massaging my prostate, and not one that I can easily describe. To date, we have yet to bring me off solely by prostate massage, or milking as the more common term, but not for lack of effort. After about 20 minutes of finger thrusting, massaging and pulsing we capitulated to having me touch myself while she continued her work below. I came about fifteen seconds after I began stroking my cock, a testament to the incredible work A. had done on my rear. There is definitely a surrender aspect to prostate massage, sort of a pleasurable denial or violation at the hands of my wife. I look forward to the day that my orgasm is predicated solely on her violating my ass, but until then practice, practice, practice.

So, no strapon I am afraid but still an enjoyable evening with my legs in the air.