An Embarrassing Story, or Fun With Pizza

When Jill and I were first dating, we spent a weekend house-sitting for my aunt and uncle while they were out of town. Although we had our own respective places, we looked forward to a weekend of non-stop sex in a house that wasn’t ours. The guest room had a queen bed, while the master bedroom had mirrored ceilings, a California King bed, and a balcony that overlooked a beautiful backyard. The yard had tall hedges that rose past the fences, a koi pond, and a patio with a bar that was wired for sound. There was no hot tub, though the master bathroom had a luxurious Jacuzzi tub, and the guest bathroom had a spacious walk-in shower big enough for two, or three.

We were in the backyard on Saturday afternoon, sitting in patio chairs and watching the koi swim nearby. The weather was pleasant, a warm midday sun overhead. Jill wore a light-colored sundress and a pair of sandals, while I wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Ambient music emanated from the speakers by the bar, not too loud. As we relaxed, it occurred to me that, thanks to the hedges, only the roofs of the neighboring houses could be seen. Which meant that, from their homes, the neighbors couldn’t see us.

“Neighbors can’t see us here,” I remarked off-handedly, hoping Jill would take my hint.

She had: “Oh really?” The sexy lilt in her voice gave me hope, and an instant later she was out of her chair. As she straddled me, I felt her bare, smooth legs brush against mine. I grew hard with the sensation, and took another look toward the fences to be certain. I wouldn’t have minded being spotted, of course, if not for the fact that word might get back to my aunt and uncle. As if she could read my mind, Jill asked, “Are you sure we’re okay?” even as she began to grind, raking herself against me.

I re-assured her with a kiss, and she rode me furiously. “You’re so hard,” she said breathlessly once our kiss had stopped. I moved down to her neck, sucking gently on the soft, pale flesh of her throat as I sneaked a hand underneath her dress. Her passion made me wonder if she had shed her panties without my noticing, or if she had even put any on that morning. Indeed she had, and they were still on. Silk, if my fingers didn’t deceive me. I moved them aside and began to play. Jill stopped me.

“You first,” she said, and knelt down in front of me, pulling up her dress so that she wouldn’t scuff it on the concrete. She unzipped me, then opened my shorts. As I felt her warm mouth envelop me, I leaned back in my chair, stared up at the sky, and drifted away.

Later, we went inside and continued. When we had finished up, Jill took a shower and I ordered a pizza. Since the delivery time was almost an hour away, I joined her in the shower. Captivated by the feel of her body I took her back to bed when we dried off. I kept an eye on the time as we started kissing and touching each other, and before long I began going down on her while working first one, then two fingers in and out of her. Her moans encouraged me to keep going, slipping a third finger inside as I licked and sucked on her, eager to share in her impending climax.

Soon Jill’s moans began an astounding ascent, and I knew she was coming. Though I wanted to take my mouth off of her and watch her face, I didn’t dare change anything. I maintained the same pace and pressure and her moans built to an impressive – and loud – crescendo. As her orgasm passed, her moans began to subside. I kissed my way up her stomach, along her heaving breasts, and over her mouth.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Later, as we sat in front of the television eating pizza, Jill said the delivery guy probably thought he was going to get lucky. She wondered if he told everyone when he got back to the pizza place. I considered that it was very nice of him to wait until after she’d finished coming before ringing the doorbell, as I’m sure it would have thrown her rhythm off. She laughed at the way I frantically put my shorts back on before answering the door, nearly taking a header into the wall. “You should’ve just yelled out, ‘Coming’,” she said.

I laughed. When she realized her unintentional double-entendre, so did she.

-Jack

No Words Necessary...

The G-Spot: An Owner's Manual and User's Guide

The more I read, and the more I talk to people, the more clear it becomes that many women are either unaware of or not taking advantage of one of the most fun parts of their anatomy, the G-spot.

So just what is the G-spot, and how can you benefit from its existence? It was discovered by Ernst Grafenberg, a German gynecologist, in the 1940s. Originally called the Grafenberg spot, the name was changed to "G-spot" in the early 1980s. Some believe that it is a bundle of nerves which when stimulated can lead to intense orgasms, frequently more intense than even clitoral orgasms. Others believe that the G-spot is a series of glands that produce lubrication in the vagina. I'm no doctor, but one thing is certain: When your G-spot is stimulated, you're probably going to get very wet.


The G-spot can be found on the anterior (or front, as in the front of the body) wall of the vagina, though its distance from the vaginal opening differs from woman to woman. In order to find it on her own, a woman might insert a finger or two into her vagina and stroke gently against the anterior wall. In most cases the G-spot has a slightly different texture than the rest of the vagina, and you'll know you've found it when you feel slight ridges or bumps. Although I'm sure it's possible for a woman to stimulate her own G-spot with just her fingers, I must confess that this is really difficult for me to pull off. It's easier, and much more fun, when Jack does it for me. Preferably while he's going down on me or rubbing my clit.

The sensations that accompany G-spot play are intense even when you're prepared for them. When you're not prepared, the sensations are likely to be overwhelming. The first time Jack played with my G-spot, I was taken by such surprise that I almost jumped off of his hand. He had warned me that it would be intense, and he went to great lengths to make sure I was as prepared as I could be. He lay me down on my stomach, then raised my hips and massaged my thighs for awhile. After that, he went down on me, making sure I was very wet before he began to finger me. He found my G-spot very quickly, and started to stimulate it very gently. And like I said, I freaked out a little bit. I let him try again, though, and he was especially gentle given how jumpy I was. I felt new sensations and I asked him to use a little more pressure. It was very intense, but I looked forward to what he promised would be the most intense orgasm I would ever have. He was right.

Although some women - myself and every other woman whose G-spot Jack has ever found among them - experience intense pleasure when their G-spot is stimulated, some women don't enjoy G-spot play, either because the sensation is too intense, or maybe because it's not intense enough. Some women claim that there is no significant change in sensation when the G-spot is stimulated. Although I suspect that they just haven't found it, I can't deny the possibility that not every woman is as sensitive as I am. I hope I'm wrong, as it's too wonderful an experience to miss out on. Sometimes, a sense of imminent urination accompanies G-spot stimulation. This is because the G-spot is located very close to the bladder. The sensation is normal, and I for one have gotten used to it. When I feel that sudden urge to pee, I know that if I just ride it out, I will have a wonderful orgasm.

Yes, it's true that some women ejaculate during a G-spot orgasm. I'm proud to count myself amongst them. The first time I did it, I was mortified. Jack had warned me that I might ejaculate, but I don't think his words registered in my brain, and when my orgasm had passed I had no idea why the bed was wet. And when I say wet, I don't mean that it was a little damp. It looked like I had wet the bed. I wanted to apologize, to somehow try and explain what I had done, although I was thoroughly confused and embarrassed. Jack and I had only been dating a short while, and I was worried that he would think I was incontinent. But no, he smiled proudly at what I had done, and then he helped me change the sheets. The next time we did it, we put down some towels.

While doing some research, I was surprised to find out that one school of thought believes that some women do not have a G-spot, while others do. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, since some in the medical community continue to deny the existence of the G-spot altogether. I'm guessing that the people who deny the existence of the G-spot in some or all women are men who have failed to find it. Further research showed me that G-spot stimulation affects women differently. Some don't experience sensation early in life, as though the G-spot is dormant until they reach their thirties or forties. Speaking for myself, I hope that once you are able to experience pleasure from G-spot stimulation, it never stops working.

-Jill

Pan Paniscus: A Tribute

Pan paniscus, also known as the Bonobo, is one of the two existing species of chimpanzee. Though frequently found in zoos, the Bonobo only exists in the wild in the Republic of Congo, and is an endangered species. Of course, a sex blog is obviously not the proper venue for a conservationist lecture.


When I was twenty years old, my junior college human sexuality teacher sang the praises of the Bonobo. As a species, she told us, the Bonobo was far more sexually liberated than virtually any other, including human beings. One of the few species that has sex for reasons beyond procreation, Bonobos are known to engage in a varied list of sexual practices otherwise associated almost exclusively with humans. Among these practices are oral sex, mutual genital stimulation, open-mouth kissing, and some aspects of communal or group sex. Additionally, Bonobos are bisexual, and males and females are as inclined toward sexual activity with their own gender as they are with the opposite. Frottage, or non-penetrative sexual contact, typically genital-to-genital, is common between males and females.


In spite of the species' collective open mind, the Bonobo population is well under control, with the average female producing a single offspring once every five or six years. Unlike many species, Bonobos understand that there is a distinction between sexual activity and procreation, and have apparently learned to have sex for the fun of it. In Bonobo society, sex may be offered to prevent aggression between members, or to make peace following a conflict. After two males fight over a female, they may reconcile with a kiss, or by rubbing their penises or scrotal sacs together. Among females, such same-sex interaction is a means of bonding. It's worth noting that Bonobo society is matriarchal.



I never quite understood why my teacher thought so highly of a species of chimpanzee. Sure, it was amusing to think of a species of animal that might have been hornier than humans, but I never got her admiration for them. But in researching the Bonobo, it has occurred to me that she might have been right. For these primates, sex is a fact of life. Much like eating or sleeping, it's almost second nature. When a Bonobo wants sex, he or she doesn't have to pretend to be something other than him- or herself. No games are played. It made me wonder what life would be like for humans if we didn't have hang-ups about sex, and didn't have to cajole, coerce, or finagle in order to get laid. Maybe Bonobos have the right idea.

Pan paniscus, I salute you.

-Jack

Christmas 2008: What I Got, Part 2

For Christmas, Jack bought me three books of erotic stories, plus some other fun reads.

The first book is Lust: Erotic Fantasies for Women. It's edited by Violet Blue, a renowned sex podcaster, sex educator and columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle. Her podcast, Open Source Sex, is one we listen to regularly, and can be found at www.tinynibbles.com.


From the back cover:

Who can live without lust? All day and night our minds run through delicious possibilities - a silky hand beckoning us into the VIP lounge; a stranger in the backseat; the hunky FedEx driver bringing his package to the door - not to mention our own lascivious memories. Lust is a collection of erotica by and for women, a fierce and joyous celebration of female desire - and the triple-X trouble it gets us into. With this anthology, the witty and provocative Violet Blue leads readers down a primrose path to a forest of wicked, lustful surprises.

The second is Tasting Him: Oral Sex Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. She's an author and editor, mentioned previously in this blog for having edited and contributed to Caught Looking, which I reviewed in our September 23rd entry. Read more about Rachel Kramer Bussel here.


From the back cover:

There's nothing more appetizingly erotic than a good blow job, and these 23 sexy stories celebrate every aspect of this irresistible activity. Here are masters of oral sex and nervous newbies getting off by going down - or by being on the equally blissful receiving end. Whether it's a secret newsroom tryst or a kitchen quickie just a few feet from unsuspecting dinner guests, these sizzling stories show that giving head can make for a delicious repast.

The third book is Hide and Seek. A sort of follow-up to Caught Looking, it's also edited by Alison Tyler and Rachel Kramer Bussel. I haven't read any of these three books yet, as I am finishing up Big Big Love, which Mia loaned us last month. But I am definitely starting with Hide and Seek.


From the back cover:

In this sizzling collection from the editors of Caught Looking, an office worker flashes a window washer who can't believe his good fortune, while an adventurous couple offers up a performance for a cab driver as they hurtle through midtown at 4 a.m. Whether putting on a deliberate show for an eager audience or peeking into the hidden sex lives of their neighbors, these voyeurs and exhibitionists go all out in their quest for the perfect peep show. Get a front-row seat for the steamiest live action as these men and women strip, tease, and make you beg for more.

The other four books aren't fiction collections like the previous three, but they've been fun to thumb through and I'm glad to have them on our sex bookshelf. The first is entitled Swingers: True confessions from today's swinging scene, and it's by Ashley Lister.

Jack picked this one up when a local bookstore closed down, and I should know because I was with him. I'd forgotten about the book until I unwrapped it. From the back cover:

Swinging, swapping, dogging, threesomes, soft-swaps, group sex and full-blown orgies. Everybody has heard about them. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who was rumored to...But who is really doing it? How? Where? Why? What's it like? And what really happens?

Frank and Eve regularly frequent the dogging circuits where she accepts up to a dozen different men in a single night. Roger and Sonia spend Saturday evenings having sex in their lounge while their friends sit by and watch. Grace and Harry own a large estate and host bacchanal swinging parties for up to a hundred couples at a time. Ken makes himself available as the other man for those partners who want to experience a MFM threesome. Arthur sits in the room below his wife Betty and listens as she takes lover after lover after lover.

No, we're not swingers. But it's a topic that Jack and I find very intriguing on many levels - which you already know if you've been reading.

Next up is Satisfaction Guaranteed: 350 Best Sex Tips Ever, by Lisa Sussman.


Rather than typing up what's on the back cover, I thought I would share a tip that we found useful.

After you've come and your vagina has tightened but your contractions are still going, ask him to keep on stroking inside your vagina until they stop. He should then quickly move to your clitoris and massage it. On the point of no return, ask him to put his fingers inside you again. Get ready to dissolve with pleasure!

A fun book, although we noticed that they misspelled "prostate" as "prostrate" on more than one occasion.

Next is Forbidden Knowledge: Sex by Claire Bailey.


The cover promises "101 sensual acts not everyone should know how to do." It provides information on basic topics such as webcamming, phone sex, stripping, and videotaping your sexual adventures, as well as more advanced matters such as fisting, anal beads, auto-fellatio, and doing sixty-nine while standing. Some of the "lessons" covered in the book are quite funny as well: "How to tell someone they're crap in bed." "How to make men think you like small penises." "How to get into someone's pants by pretending to be frigid." Forbidden Knowledge: Sex is part of a series of books, and Jack's got the other two (non-sexy) installments in his bookshelf. But this is the first one I've ever wanted to read, for obvious reasons.

Finally we have 101 Places to Have Sex Before You Die, by Marsha Normandy and Joseph St. James.


We've all seen the 1,000 Places to See Before You Die books while browsing the local bookstore. This book works on the same principle. And while the obvious ones (drive-in movie theater, elevator, hot tub, in-laws' house over the holidays) are included, there are many possible locations that either might not have occurred to you, or else might be really difficult to pull off (confession booth, national monuments, safari, trampoline). Jack and I were pretty surprised by just how many places we were able to cross off the list.

There you have it! The rest of my Christmas presents were all boring and unsexy. (Just kidding, honey!)

-Jill

Christmas 2008: What I Got, Part 1

Jack always spoils me at Christmas. (It's mutual, of course.) Some years he surprises me with a sexy gift or two. In 2006, he got me my wonderful Eroscillator and a Liberator Throe. Both were fantastic and appreciated gifts that opened new doors to amazing sex for both Jack and I.

This year, however, he really spoiled me. As I said in my October 30th entry, Jack got me a couple new toys as a sort of pre-Halloween present. They're still going strong, so I really didn't need anything new. But leave it to Jack to come up with an innovative and exciting gift - books, porn, and other fun stuff - to spice things up in (and out of) the bedroom.

Here's a group shot of all the gifts:


As you can see, it's quite an assortment of goodies! I thought I had been very nice all year, but Jack told me that he got me a few extra things as a reward for being naughty.

First up is "Sexy Secrets: The Game of Intimate Confessions".


The box describes it as "A Lively Conversation Game for Two or More Mature Adults." Obviously neither of us need any extra incentive or prompting to talk about sex, but it seems like fun, and since Jack got it on clearance from a local store that was closing down, the price was probably right. The game includes a huge deck of cards, with questions for men on one side, and women on the other. The questions include:

I would have a lot more sex if it wasn't for ___.
The last time I looked at porn on the internet was ___.
My mate would kill me if she knew that one time I ___.
The first person who tried to explain sex to me in detail was ___.
What I remember the most about my first time is ___.
If I were to describe male sexual equipment in a single word, it would be ___.
If my mate wanted to make a video of our love making, I would probably ___.
The first time I saw two animals mating, I thought they were ___.
The most inappropriate place I have ever had sex is ___.
My most favorite sexual position is ___.

My most favorite? Isn't that like saying, "The position I like more better is ___"? Jack and I haven't played the game yet, other than browsing through the cards, but we can think of worse ways to spend an hour.

He also bought us some fun bedroom stuff from Suzie's Adult Superstore. The first item is a "Different Strokes" massage glove by Stormyleather. It's got fake fur on one side, and soft leather on the other. Inside is a pocket that will just fit a silver bullet type vibrator (although we haven't tried that yet).



The fake fur side feels wonderful on my thighs and breasts as I'm using a toy on myself. We haven't used the leather side too much, but it might be exciting to be spanked with.

The next item is a pretty standard leather blindfold with a velcro closure. It's by Spartacus. We've got a blindfold that we've used in the past, but it's just an airline sleep mask and it's getting pretty worn. So I'm glad that Jack bought us a new one!


Jack pointed out that, upside down, it looks like a miniature bra.


He also got us a pair of fuzzy "Love Cuffs". Like the blindfold, we already have a pair of handcuffs, but there's nothing sexy about them. I much prefer the feeling of a soft, fur-like fabric on my wrists to the feeling of cold metal. The cuffs are by a company called Golden Triangle, and they don't appear to have a website.


Years ago I had a pair of ben-wa balls. If you are unfamiliar with ben-wa balls, they are a pair of small weighted metal balls that are inserted for the purpose of sexual stimulation. I found that, while masturbating or having sex, the movement of the balls inside me greatly intensified the overall experience. I still own that pair of ben-wa balls, although they are in storage somewhere. I mentioned to Jack that I miss using them, and he surprised me with something similar.


This set of "solid seamless metal balls" is made by California Exotic Novelties and differs from my old set of ben-wa balls in that there are four, they are a bit smaller, and they are connected by a string with a ring for easy removal. This led Jack and I to assume that they are designed for back-door fun. As it turns out, they work just fine vaginally as well.

I am more excited by visually stimulation than I am by any other kind of stimulation except for actual physical touch. In other words while I have a lot of fantasies that I love, and I do enjoy reading erotica, if I'm not having sex the quickest way for me to get off is probably by masturbating while watching something hot, usually porn. I'm pretty sure that my wholehearted and unabashed enjoyment of porn is one of the (many) reasons Jack married me. As a little extra, he burned a porn DVD and threw it in the gift bag with all of my new toys. We didn't take a picture of it, since it looks like any other blank DVD in a jewel case. But we've had fun watching it so far.

As you can see from the first picture, my Christmas goodies included a whole bunch of books. I'll tell you all about them in my next entry!

-Jill

Sexy Chat on the Go

On December 30th, I found myself with an unexpected forty-five minute break. Jill was off work, but it was probably too early to have her meet me for lunch. At any rate, I knew she had an appointment to get her toes done that day, and chances are that was where she was. Rather than go home, I pulled into a local strip mall and sent her a text message, to which she quickly replied. It turned into a very stimulating conversation, one in which no words were spoken. Here it is, with some grammatical shortcuts and typographical errors cleaned up. Note that the blog entry referred to is "Wet Dreams" from December 29th, found at:

http://frisky916cpl.blogspot.com/2008/12/wet-dreams.html

Jack: You wrote a very sexy blog entry last night.
Jill: You liked it?
Jack: You made me hard.
Jill: That's what I was hoping for.
Jack: I actually had a sex dream last night.
Jill: Hot. Tell me more.
Jack: It was the same dream you had.
Jill: No way. Tell me more.
Jack: You had some woman over the house and you were going to let me watch you two have sex.
Jill: That is hot.
Jack: Hell yes, I enjoyed it.
Jill: You should've woken me up. We should put on a web cam show soon and find some people to watch or invite friends over for live action.
Jack: Now I have a serious hard-on.
Jill: Oh you poor thing, too bad you have to work.
Jack: What would you do if I was there?
Jill: Deep throat it.
Jill: What did you like about the blog entry?
Jack: All of it. Who was the woman you dreamt about?
Jill: I'm not telling.
Jack: I bet I know who she was.
Jill: You would be surprised.
Jack: This conversation may have to be the next blog entry.

Jack's Word of the Day: matutolagnia [may-too-toe-LAG-nee-uh] (n.) the desire to have sex in the morning

"Matutolagnia made Jill and I late for work this morning."

-Jack

ADDENDUM: The above conversation was significant enough to post in that it is an example of how this blog is influencing our sex life. The line, "This conversation may have to be the next blog entry" is just one instance in which I thought about our blog while doing something sexual. Since starting our blog in September, when we are having sex I sometimes find myself thinking, "I wonder if Jill will write about this on the blog." While picking up a few Christmas presents for Jill at the local adult store last month, I planned a related entry in my head, and realized that I would have to wait until she opened her gifts before posting it.

It's not that I worry that having this blog will somehow make our sex life less spontaneous or more in the nature of a performance; on the contrary, so far it's had the opposite effect. In fact, there have been a couple instances wherein we have done things for the express purpose of eventually blogging about the experience. So far, we have no complaints.

Webcam Fun, Part 2

On Friday night, Jack and I had some very satisfying sex. Afterwards, we lay together, holding each other and enjoying the warmth and intimacy. After a few minutes, I turned on the television, and Jack grabbed his laptop from the nightstand. He checked the news, and I looked for something to watch. Failing to find anything, I got my own laptop out of the living room and returned to our bed.

Vincent and Mia were on Yahoo Messenger. I said hello, and we chatted for a few minutes. Before long, they invited us to view their webcam. But when I tried to accept their invitation, my laptop disconnected from the internet. Jack logged in using his account, and got Vincent and Mia’s invitation.

When their webcam loaded on our screen, we were treated to a very enticing sight: Mia kneeling before Vincent, giving him oral sex. It usually doesn’t take either Jack or myself long to become aroused again after we’ve finished having sex or masturbating, and that night was no exception, probably because of the incredibly hot show we were being given. For a couple minutes we stared at their webcam, trying to process what we were seeing, and then when the surprise wore off, I told Jack to turn on the webcam on his laptop.

Although we were both naked, any concerns I had about showing my body on our own webcam were forgotten. I reached down Jack’s body and slipped a hand underneath him, finding him already very hard. I tried to turn him over onto his back so that we could give Vincent and Mia a show in return. Jack stopped me.

Jack cursed out our internet provider and reached for his laptop to re-connect us. But after a minute it was obvious that we were in the Bermuda Triangle of wi-fi. I suggested we go into the living room, where we always have a reliable connection. Jack threw on a pair of pants, and I put on my robe. He grabbed his laptop, and in seconds the two of us were imitating our friends’ poses, with Jack seated on our couch, his pants open and a hard cock standing upright from within, and I kneeling in front of him.

As soon as my knees hit the living room carpet, I took him in my mouth and sucked him deeply. It was hard to focus on what Vincent and Mia were doing on their own webcam while trying to give them a good show on ours, but I so desperately wanted to watch them. I tried to intensify Jack’s pleasure with some stroking, which gave me the opportunity to look at the laptop every so often.

Watching Mia pleasuring her husband was so erotic, and it turned me on almost as much as giving Jack oral did. I love watching a woman give a man head. Most of the oral sex I have watched is limited to porn movies, although watching what occurred at our porn and pizza parties is one of the biggest thrills I’ve ever experienced. I can’t say that I’ve never wondered how Mia does it (or wanted to watch)…

I turned away from the laptop and returned to sucking and licking. By now, Vincent and Mia had mentioned that our webcam was running slowly, so I stopped what I was doing while Jack tried logging off and back on again. It didn’t help. We both felt bad, since our friends were giving us a great show, and we were unable to return the favor. After a few minutes of Jack trying to solve the problem, I was saddened to see that his cock had deflated completely. All that work for nothing!

Jack got a flash of brilliance, and shut off a file download that was making the webcam run slowly. Vincent and Mia reported that our webcam was running much more smoothly than it had been. We were all set. Jack was hard again almost instantly, the show continued, and soon I had worked my arm out of the sleeve of my robe, baring my shoulder, and then my breast. In a minute I was naked from the waist up and Mia, not trying to be outdone, followed.

As we continued, it occurred to me that this was almost like a friendly competition, or a race. I almost felt like, under a different set of circumstances we might be trying to outdo each other, but right then it was the most relaxed I could have imagined feeling performing for another couple. I was so turned on and wet that all I wanted to do was get my rabbit and ride it while I continued to suck Jack’s cock. I kind of wished that I had thought to bring it with me when we left the bedroom.

There would be time for my pleasure later. For now, I continued doing what I was doing, imagining both Jack and Vincent rewarding our efforts at the same time. I got kind of lost in my imagination, pushing Jack further and further until he said, “It looks like they’re finished.” I looked up at the laptop, and sure enough, Vincent was getting dressed again. In a moment they had moved their camera to show both of them sitting on the couch, looking at our webcam. I dove back down, intent on giving them something good to watch.

A few more minutes of the combined efforts of my mouth and my hand were all Jack could take, and before I knew it he was coming. I didn’t miss a drop. Jack put his pants back on (they had somehow ended up far from where he was sitting, as though he had kicked them off when we began performing), and I put on my robe and sat beside my husband. The four of us chatted for awhile, and then we logged off. I told Jack, as we turned out the lights in the living room, that it was so much nicer to chat afterwards, rather than having our audience disappear before the show is even over. I meant it, too. It was the most fun I've ever had with a webcam.

I found my rabbit waiting in my top drawer. The night wasn’t over yet.

-Jill

Webcam Fun, Part 1

On Thursday night, Jack and I were feeling naughty and wanted to put on a show. We logged into one of our Yahoo accounts and looked for couples who might have wanted to watch us on our webcam, preferably while putting on a show of their own. It's no secret that Yahoo's chat rooms are pretty useless, and most of the people on our friend lists no longer even log on. We weren't expecting to actually find anybody to chat with, and our first attempt was met with no success.

We logged into another account and found only one person logged in, a single guy I had chatted with alone once or twice. Moving on, we logged into a third account Jack and I share, and predictably found no one online for us to chat with. I asked Jack if he wanted to try going into the chat rooms to find a couple. He wasn't enthusiastic about that idea, which had led to frustration many times in the past. I figured that we would end up putting our webcam on anyway, without anyone viewing us. We've done this quite a bit lately when we've been unable to find a viewer, or in too much of a hurry to actually look. It's fun and hot, even though no one's actually watching us.

I was surprised when Jack suggested we let the single guy on our other account view our webcam. "I bet he'll enjoy it," Jack said, no doubt thinking of all the couples he watched on their webcams when we lived apart, back when Yahoo was used by actual human beings and not automated advertisements for porn websites. I remembered a few single guys I used to let watch me on my webcam. It was fun and naughty, they made me feel really sexy, and I kind of missed it.

We quickly logged into our second account and found the single guy still there. We sent him a message telling him that we were a couple with a webcam. He replied that he was a single guy, almost apologetically. I imagined that I could read desperation in his response, and that he so wanted to watch us and was afraid that we would reject him because he was single. When I told him that it was okay, and we still wanted him to watch, I imagined that he was relieved.

He accepted our invitation without hesitation, and the show began. I knelt before Jack and slowly opened his pants, releasing an erection that had been straining to free itself for way too long. As I began to suck Jack's cock, we received an invitation to view our new friend’s webcam. Jack quickly pressed the button to accept the invitation. Although there is little a single man could do to entice Jack to watch him on cam, my husband is smart enough to know that, for me, a little visual stimulation goes a long way. Some positive reinforcement goes even further. That means that, although I love giving Jack oral sex, watching something that excites me while I do it (another couple doing the same thing, a porn film on TV, or a guy playing with his cock) will probably make me do a better job. Getting compliments on my performance, whether from Jack or someone who’s watching us, will also make me do a better job. Having both of these things happen at once, such as watching a guy stroke his cock because he is enjoying what I am doing, goes even further.

His cock was long, though it didn’t look particularly thick or fat, with a swollen head. As he stroked it up and down with one hand, he typed comments and feedback, which Jack read to me. I did my best to look at his webcam as I bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock. The sight turned me on even more than I already was. Jack continued to read me his messages, which made me out to be some sort of oral sex goddess. The compliments were going to my head, and I hoped they wouldn’t stop. As Jack kept reading, I sucked deeper and faster, and eventually the comments slowed as our new friend continued to play with himself. It was just as well. By now, Jack was concentrating intensely on what I was doing, and I doubt he wanted to keep reading. I began stroking him into my mouth, and with my other hand I pulled down my top, letting one of my breasts out. I played with it a little, mostly for the benefit of our viewer. I continued lapping at Jack with a supple tongue before swallowing him whole.

“He’s coming”, Jack said finally, and I stopped sucking long enough to watch our new friend erupt in what must have been a very satisfying orgasm. I dove back down onto Jack’s cock, then came back up to see that his webcam was still focused on his cock, stray traces of his come clinging to it like long strings. I took Jack in my hand and stroked him from tip to base for a few minutes.

“That was hot,” I said, still looking at the image on the webcam. The come was still clinging to him, hanging in midair. The webcam was probably frozen.

“Did you like that?” Jack asked breathlessly. “I bet you wish he was coming all over you.” What can I say? He knows me well. I felt myself grow very hot at the thought, and seconds later my husband was doing exactly what he described. I devoured him, licking and sucking him like a lollipop until he was clean. When I looked back at our laptop, the webcam we’d been viewing was black. Our friend had logged off. It’s okay. He served his purpose.

Stay tuned for a much hotter webcam-related entry coming very soon!

-Jill

A New Year...

Although it doesn't feel any different, it is indeed 2009. We hope you all had a fun and safe New Year; we certainly did. Jill and I just finished our first quickie of 2009, and we're hoping for more sex before we go to bed tonight.

Jack's Word of the Day: lubricious [loo-BRISH-uhs] (adj.) arousing or expressive of sexual desire; lustful; lecherous

"Jill and I are feeling quite lubricious right now."

-Jack