Has weed ever made any of you picture that someone else has two buttholes? Story below.
I’m sure many of you will be partaking in some 4/20 festivities today. I mean, we’re all pretty well quarantined, so not much else to do, right?
Weed still isn’t legal where I live yet, so unfortunately, my husband and I won’t be indulging today, even though the time we got high together was a lot of fun. We aren’t sheltered, sexually, but we are in other ways, I suppose.
We took a trip to California for a destination wedding this past winter and left the kids with the grandparents back home. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but that isn’t even what got us to finally give in. We were hanging out in one of the pools when we were joined by four older guys who explained that they always took a couples trip that weekend every year. They stayed and chatted with me for a while, much to my husband’s amusement. I don’t know what it is about me, but guys over 40 can’t seem to help but come over to talk to me. By the time they’re one drink in, I usually hear that I look like Sandra Bullock.
But anyway, these guys didn’t disappoint and it didn’t take long before their respective wives and girlfriends were sitting around the pool and shooting daggers at me with their eyes. Oh well. I’ve gotten used to it. The only thing as consistent as guys over 40 flirting with me is their wives hating me for it. At least now I know that a couple of hits off a joint makes guys tell me I look like Sandra Bullock, too.
These guys were quickly getting the push to get cleaned up so they could go out to dinner and bar hop, though, so they started to move. But they had spent a lot of time talking about how we were missing out on getting high and we weren’t surprised when one of the guys ducked into his room and came back with two joints for us.
The guys had talked about how this guy grew the weed himself and you could tell he was very proud of himself. We were fully aware that it was ballsy to smoke weed that complete strangers had handed to us, but this is what made us finally give it a try. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but it still felt… wrong, like we needed to hide it.
We didn’t hide it, though, and smoked the joints later that night on the patio of the resort we were at. We even stopped feeling paranoid about it after ten or so people passed by us without caring at all.
Once we felt nice and high (which is something that, frankly, I just wasn’t expecting to enjoy) we went back to our room. My didn’t talk and my husband was naked by the time the door shut behind us. He pulled my clothes off as fast as he ever has and picked me up and carried me to the bed. He positioned my head at the edge of the bed and leaned his body over mine. I started to slide my body into position to suck his cock, but he surprised me by picking me up off the bed.
That is the first and only time we have ever done a standing 69. I thought it would be harder to do and that I would be nervous about him dropping me, but I didn’t have a care in the world. I have no idea how long we were in that position, but the feeling was so much better than normal, I couldn’t believe it.
At some point, he laid me back down on the bed and we continued 69’ing with him laying and me on top of him. Again, I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but I remember thinking that it felt like he had two – and possibly three – tongues. It felt like he was circling my clit, going up and down the rest of my pussy, and rimming me simultaneously.
I don’t keep track of my all-time best orgasms, but the one I had while we 69’ed was definitely one of the best of my life. My husband confirmed that it was several times longer than any “normal” orgasm of mine and it was as powerful as any I can remember. But the best part of it for me is that my clit always gets so sensitive after I cum that I don’t want it touched anymore. My husband usually likes to tease me by holding me down and continuing to go down on me after I cum because he likes it when I struggle to break away from me, but it still felt great and I came again a few minutes later and one more time a few minutes after that. When my husband got behind me, I came two more times, one right after the other before he pulled out and shot his load so far that most of it went over my shoulder. I usually only cum twice during sex – once from oral and once from penetration (maybe I’ll get a third during penetration), so this was unusual for me.
Anyway, then we watched TV and ate chips and marshmallow pies, convinced we would be obese if we were regular pot smokers. When we weren’t high anymore, my husband told me what I already knew – the sex was a lot better than normal for him, too. But then he told me that while he was going down on me, he was pretty sure that I had two buttholes.
I asked him if that was weird at the time and he told me, “no.” It wasn’t weird, he said, but it was frustrating that he couldn’t push both of them together. He said he kept using his tongue to try to close one of the buttholes – like it was a flap – until it covered the other one, returning me to normal. “Two buttholes just meant I had to eat them both,” he would tell me.
We took a trip to a dispensary the next day and bought edibles. The guy working there didn’t flinch when my husband described the high we had and that he thought I had two buttholes, just solemnly nodding before telling us we probably had an indica blend of some sort. We settled on trying sativa to get a fuller experience, but it just didn’t compare. It was alright. It just wasn’t anything special.
Anyway, I’m sure we’ll try again when we have a chance, but for now, we’ll just have to look back at the one time we did get high together.
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