[Request] Period sex anecdotes about your wife/GF? I'll begin.

[eleventhson]

I find it somewhat interesting that in all the stories posted here in both the Fiction and Non-Fiction sections that almost never does any mention of even the slightest incidence of accidental or period sex ever take place within a story. Considering that the reality of periods and having to deal with them within any relationship that involves one or more females is part and parcel of the human condition and that periods represent a primal tie to conception and pregnancy and birth and keeping the human species going in its own evolutionary biological way you'd think, at least I have at length but hey then again I admit to having a period fetish and I suspect and a couple of academic studies have shown that around 80% of both men and women are turned OFF by periods and the concept of period sex but the other 20% of both genders AREN'T turned off by them, some might be turned on by them (almost no women are, of course, and about half the men or 10% are) and the rest are so-so can take it or leave it depending on the circumstances.

In my case, I've had 25 female partners over my sixty years arc of life with whom I've had actual sexual congress with i.e. penile/vaginal sex and of those one had gone through menopause "naturally" because of age, two had had hysterectomies before we got together so no period sex possibilities and two more simply said "no" to the idea because they found the idea of sex during their periods to be disgusting, one for religious reasons and the other one just because.

That leaves 20 women in the past of my lifetimes with whom I've had sex and therefor period sex with some degree or another. I'll share one quick story with you in hopes that others will post their own too. I swaer on your mother's grave that the story I'm about to tell is 100% true and accurate as my memory relates.

Growing up my family had a modest place at "the beach", a working family's vacation dacha consisting of a 14x70 used mobile home sitting astride three third-acre lots in the middle of a long, thin island that was a block and half from the ocean and a half-block from the inland waterway and that was a three and a half hour drive from our home in the middle part of the state. My father loved this place, my mother tolerated it and to this day I call it my second home because it became such a part of me over time. The one small grocery store on the island had a huge rack of no-name but explicit soft core porn magazines which they didn't care if a young boy spent an hour thumbing through them as long as he eventually bought something like chicken necks for crab pot bait or frozen shrimp for catching spots and croakers from the surf. And with somewhat regularity I'd find harder core porn mags tossed into the bushes on the different dirt roads on the island tossed there by tourists who didn't want to take them home for their own reasons, real X-rated stuff like you find for free on the Internet nowadays, a real education for me then.

Jump fifteen years in the future. I had been dating and eventually living with the lady who would become my wife about a year later. She was every bit the hypersexual being I was, a real horndog to say the least and very bisexual too though that didn't enter into our marriage until some years later, she having lived with her two best girlfriends from high school in a lesbian triad "marriage" (this was the early 70's, a different time and place than today for sure, a time and place where the Womens' Movement was first getting its roots and radical lesbian feminism was still evolving) before they decided they all wanted husbands and families so they split up to make it all happen. As part of our relationship she made it clear from Day One that she wanted a "feminist marriage" with me which meant she wanted the same kind of not just emotional relationship she had had with "B" and "J" but a similar physical one as well which meant among other things that she and I would have sex at least once a day and sometimes more with few if any exceptions which meant she when she had her period we'd continue on like it basically wasn't there when of course the reality was that, and I didn't verbally admit it to her though she quickly figured it out that it did, that I was turned on by the sight and pheremonic smell of her feminine discharge and being the good radical feminist lesbian that she had been and was she thought having period sex was as much a political statement "challenging the male patriarchy that had ruled this country for 200 years" as it was a cultural and positive personal one that she actually enjoyed herself, most of the time.

So one weekend in June, the weekend after the Memorial Day tourist onslaught was done and over with and the island reverted back to the permanent residents and those who owned their own places there like our family, my parents said "sure, you two drive on down and have fun" they getting us to promise we'd carefully inspect the trailer for damage from a recent early Nor'easter storm and also clean the yard up a bit so down to it we went, we screwing literally on the kitchen floor at the back door as soon as we walked in then quickly moved to one of the bedrooms and fucked our brains out for a couple of hours before our mutual hunger got our attention and they need to pee too so we stopped for a while, went to one of the local fish shacks for dinner and then came back for a night of constant contact until sleep then took us peacefully for the rest of the night.

We had sex the following day only three or four times because there was a lot of yard and house work to do, we knowing that if we didn't do it my parents might cut off further visitation privileges for some months afterwards.

Though we had worked reasonably hard during the day neither one of us was particularly tired by that evening. We cooked some steaks from the freezer on the grill and just relaxed in the outside patio area as the sun began to set and being happy we got in another one hour or so "quickie" for us then decided to walk the block and a half down to the beach to watch the glorious sunsets that island was so well-known for.

Not a tourist was in sight for a mile in either direction so we stretched out on the blanket and began to fool around, always watching for anyone coming up from the dunes behind us or from along the beach strand in front and to the sides of us, we not particularly caring if any adults came upon save the local police or beach patrol but we didn't to offend any others and especially couples with small children, our kink being our kink but we didn't want to push our kink on anyone else let alone get arrested for practicing it in public.

She sucked my cock with a sweet encompassing that only someone who knew how to eat pussy semi-professionally but who focused her talents on her male partner's external genitalia could do and do well. I ate her out as best I could with all the love I had in my heart for her but knowing my tongue could never compete with what she had experienced for the two or so years from her "wives" and other non-platonic girlfriends but it really didn't matter to her or me, not really, because what I was doing with my fingers at the same time I was giving her oral, my large hands but thin fingers what she called her "magic man's magic hands" was giving her nice G-spot massage knowledge of the G-spot being not well known to the world at large back thenbut its existence more well known in the lesbian community back. My fingers making her squirt a time or two while giving her moderately hard shuddering orgasms then it happened, of course it happened, we both noticed blood on my fingers.

No big deal, not really. We had menstrual sex before several if not many times, we basically acting like her period never existed and almost never acted upon save putting down a thickness of old towels underneath her butt while we had blood-sex to keep the good sheets from being stained and yes to answer your unspoken question yes I gave her oral A LOT during her periods she teaching me to "go high" so her flow wouldn't gush on my tongue as bad and to manually open her labial lips more to be able to lick and tongue-point her urethra, something she didn't normally like but which became more sensitive "during" so I sucked her clit and licked her labia and yes stuck my tongue on her pee hole and then of course she just starting and not being that heavy repeatedly shoved my tongue in her c*nt and along with my manual stimulation within the same space of her G-spot with two fingers just drove her insane with passion and orgasms, her female ejaculate fluid which also contained trace blood just covering my face and after her happy convulsions stopped I crawled up to her better to kiss her with my female come and slight blood soaked lips, it WAS her own fluids after all and she had tasted her own blood off of my fingers before anyway as well as also tasting what was on my tongue after oral in episodes past. I let my coming without being touched cock go inside her as we began our nice usual and welcome slow-rock-and-roll conventional but still nice man on top fuck when, of course, we heard a vehicle approaching us from the east side of to the low tide strand to our right so in an almost slight panic we stopped cold in our tracks, my member shrinking fast into his protective covering, as we rolled the blanket around us to quickly cover up.

"You folks doing okay?" the uniformed Beach Patrol officer said from his 4WD.

"Yes, mister office, we're fine, we just came down to see the sunset."

"Where y'all stayin'?"

"We have a place on sixty-third street, second block, trailer with black trim and a double driveway."

"Oh, 'Lazy Lot' you mean?" referencing the unique identifying name sign that many of the places on the island had.

"Yeah, Lazy Lot."

"It looks like you got something red on your face, boy-yaaa, you might need to wipe that off and it's getting dark and I think you two need to head on back home before the mosquitoes start coming out along with the sand fleas and eat you alive, y'all go on home now, hear, okay?"

"Yes Sir Mister Officer" I replied as we still held our ground wrapped up in the blanket before unrolling it and reassembling our clothes to head on back, both of us physically weak in the knees and shaking a bit from passions spent but but but boy oh boy oh boy oh boy the memories still fresh ran through our skulls and we smiled and held each other close step for step all the way back, memories projecting forward for future delights that the night was to bring.

~The End & The Beginning~

[Erii]

A long time ago well before we were married me and wife (then girlfriend) had gone out on a pretty heavy party weekend. We had rolled back in at some very early hour in the morning very inebriated. I believe she initiated the drunken foreplay, but I soon had my hand inside her panties and was finger fucking her. I genuinely didn't spot that she had a tampon in, and I managed to push it up inside her without either of us realising. We spent the next hour having drunken sex, all the while the tampon must have been getting squashed further up her.
After a couple of hours sleep my wife woke and made her way to the shower. After a while I heard the shower turn off so I made my way there too. I knocked on the bathroom door (we lived in a shared house with others at the time) and she answered it with a towel wrapped round her, dragged me inside and closed the door behind me. As she dropped the towel she explained that she couldn't remember taking the tampon out and was (rightly) worried that one might be up there. She informed me she'd had "a good rummage around up there" herself and hadn't found anything. But was still worried and, looking very embarrassed, asked if I could investigate too.

With that she put one foot on the bath, grabbed one of my hands and slipped a couple of my fingers up her.
I spent the next five minutes with her naked, spread open like that with one leg up in the air, or bent over the bath with one knee up on the side, with me (also naked) exploring every inch of the inside of her slightly bloody pussy. It was clearly a bit uncomfortable for her, but it was also turning her on a bit as there were a few deep breathes and moans, and her juices began to flow making my task a bit easier. I was as hard as hell throughout.

Finally I located something. It took both hands, and four fingers up there but I managed to ease out a very misshapen, blooded tampon. As it slipped out of her lips she made an appreciative sigh and quickly grabbed it off me and dipossed of it. We both jumped in the shower, she gave me a thank you hand job, after which she had a quick masterbate too, then on with a very hungover day.
It's funny as normally she's not up for me playing with her down there when she's on her period; madness when you consider the above story. I am working on it though. Maybe have a new period story to tell soon.