What's Wrong With a Little Television?

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As the parents of a baby, Jack and I feel that we are under a lot of pressure to raise our daughter in a responsible manner. We have seen children in our own families reared by parents who are lazy, irresponsible, or otherwise unsuited to the job. Unwilling to see our daughter grow up to be an overindulged, entitled brat used to having everything handed to her and unwilling to challenge herself, we took lessons from these parents, and forced ourselves not to make the same mistakes they did.

As a result of this, one of the things we have tried to limit is our daughter's television-watching time. We feel that if she is constantly placed in front of the TV, she will be unable to sit still and amuse herself without it. Rather than being able to entertain herself quietly on a long car ride, she will insist upon watching cartoons or other children's programming. While having TVs and DVD players in one's car is certainly very common today, it's not something we want to expose our child to, at least not before she's two years old. While we have no problem with it in theory, both Jack and I survived our childhoods just fine without needing to watch television during a car ride. Long drives would usually find us reading books in the back seats of our parents' cars, and we would like our daughter to be the same way, as with any luck this will nurture in her a love of reading, which she is already beginning to demonstrate through a rudimentary interest in books.

Yes, we let her watch television sometimes. She likes the typical Nickelodeon or Disney Channel cartoons that a not-quite-toddler might watch. She dances when she hears their theme songs, and points to the screen and says the characters' names. Sometimes when we are doing other things, she asks to watch television. Depending on a number of factors we might let her, or we might read her a story or play outside with her instead. Our aim is not to teach her that television is bad (we certainly have no aversion to watching it) but to give her a well-rounded upbringing that involves a variety of experiences. And it seems to be working. Not only is she interested in books, but she regularly asks us to read stories to her. She loves it when we take her on walks or to visit one of the parks in our town, and she is also content to play quietly with her toys.

The purpose of this entry is not self-promotion. We try not to judge other parents unless their failure is so obvious and massive that we can't avoid it. As parents, neither Jack nor I feel that we have all the answers. But I'm a teacher, and I don't work during summer. This year, while I was off for two and a half months, Jack and I got accustomed to sex on a daily basis. In fact, some days we had sex twice: Once when the baby took her afternoon nap, and again when she fell asleep for the night. We've had plenty of sex since the new school year began, but with the exception of weekends, it's all been first thing in the morning, or at night just before bed. I like having sex right in the middle of the day. There's something exciting about stopping what we're doing, throwing off all of our clothes (or leaving some on), and giving into that persistent need for immediate sexual release.

Jack spent much of the day yesterday sending me very erotic text messages and e-mails. This was incredibly hot but also very frustrating as I was unable to respond. Because of this, I spent my day pretty worked up. As I prepared to leave for the day, I sent Jack a text message to see whether the baby was napping. I was nervous as I waited for his reply, because I work about forty minutes from home, and given her normal sleep schedule she is usually awake by the time I leave, or at the very latest by the time I get home. To my relief, he said she was, and I crossed my fingers that she would remain asleep until an hour after I arrived. Actually, I probably could have gotten off in five minutes. I was that turned on.

When I exited the freeway near our house, I found myself at a stoplight where I sent Jack another text. He said that she was still asleep, and I exhaled. At this point she'd been asleep for almost three hours. She almost never sleeps so long, and while my optimistic side hoped that she was simply catching up on sleep after a somewhat restless night, my pessimistic side said to be prepared to hear the sounds of a playful, happy and very much awake baby when I walked in the door. As I drove the last couple blocks to our house, I prepared myself for this inevitability, and looked on the bright side: While I'd been distracted for much of the day by thoughts of Jack's cock, I missed my daughter as well, and I was glad to have the opportunity to spend time with her.

When I walked through the front door I was met with silence. No crying - or laughing - baby. No music. No sounds of activity. No television playing a movie Jack had decided to watch while the baby slept. I couldn't believe our luck! She'd slept for more than three hours at this point. I set down my purse and my keys on the couch, and excitedly headed down the hall to join my husband, who I could see sitting on our bed, waiting for me. He was naked. As I neared our bedroom I stripped down to nothing as well. I imagined what he'd do to me, what we'd do to each other, and I found my wetness hard to contain. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it soon. It wouldn't take me long. Then the baby woke up just as I passed her bedroom.

Fuck it, I thought as I detoured to her crib and lifted her into my arms. She was glad to see me, and I held her, kissed her, and talked to her for a few minutes. Then I carried her into the TV room, sat her down, and turned on the television. One of the cartoons she likes was on. I left lots of books and toys within reach in case she got bored with the show. I don't think we were being irresponsible. We weren't parking her in front of the television so that we could get drunk or engage in dangerous behavior. We just wanted sex. Especially me. I stayed with her in the TV room to make sure she was fine being on her own, and then I joined Jack in the bedroom and shut the door.

-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

Wet Dreams

Last night I experienced two things that I had not experienced in a long time: I had a sex dream about a woman, and I had an orgasm in my sleep.

I dream about sex pretty often, probably more often than Jack does. Not every night, or even every week, but almost regularly. In fact, sex is the most common recurring theme among my dreams. These dreams always excite me, and I usually wake up incredibly aroused. When I lived alone I would wake from a particularly intense dream, my thighs sticky with arousal, and need to get off before I could go back to sleep.

Most of the time I dream about having sex with men, but I have had some exciting dreams involving women. Sometimes I am an active participant, intimately involved with the woman, and other times I dream about watching the other woman have sex with a man. Sometimes the man is Jack, or another man I am attracted to. If the woman is someone I know, the man might be her husband or significant other. Other times, the couple I am watching is faceless.

When I am making love to the woman, she is always somebody I know. Last night was no different. Although I don't remember many details of the dream itself (other than what the woman and I were doing), when I woke up I was surprised by just how real it had seemed. I remembered feeling the woman's body, her curves, her hardening nipples, her slippery wetness, just as vividly as though I had been touching her for real. Eventually I realized that I must have been touching my own body and dreaming that it was hers.

I know I was touching my own body, because the dream climaxed, literally, with her fondling me to orgasm. The next thing I knew I was sitting upright in bed, trembling as my heartbeat slowed. I was still very aroused. The room was dark, and I could hear Jack breathing nearby. Slowly I lay back down, grateful that my erotic episode hadn't woken him.

As my head hit the pillow, I remember hoping that I could somehow re-join the dream already in progress. That was my last thought before falling asleep and dreaming about something unfortunately unsexy.

-Jill

A Little Quality Jill Time

I slowly opened my eyes, aware of the soft, warm blanket underneath me. Reaching out as my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the window, I realized that I was alone. The room was quiet, and outside the morning sky was a dull, depressing gray. It was still early, and I tried to go back to sleep.

As I got comfortable on the bed, my arm brushed my breast, and I liked the way it felt. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my nipple touching the palm of my hand. I caressed my breast, feeling my body grow warm with arousal. Still lying on my stomach, I felt the blankets bunched up between my legs and I undulated my hips so that their soft texture wafted against my thighs. I slid down the mattress a couple inches, bringing the bunched-up blankets ever closer to my opening.

I arched my back a little and let my hand travel down my body. I felt warmth against my fingertips as I reached my pussy. I began to move my body up and down against the blankets, riding them where they were gathered. My lips were swollen and full, wetness clinging to my hand as I touched myself. My clit sprang to life, hardening between my fingers as an electric charge shot through me. I trembled with pleasure, my legs lost in a tangle of fabric.

I raised myself onto my knees, holding myself open and sliding two fingers inside. I was juicy and slippery, and it felt amazing to touch myself this way. As I really got into it, I arched my back even higher, and imagined that I was a porn star in the hottest masturbation scene ever. I imagined an incredibly horny audience watching my scene on their televisions or their computers. The thought of exposing myself to them turned me on, and I rubbed and pinched my nipples, feeling myself getting even wetter as I did.

I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted to give my pretend audience a memorable performance first. I took my hands off of my body and turned over onto my back. I opened my legs as wide as I could, my feet as far from one another as they could possibly be. I pulled a blanket up, letting it rest between my spread legs and concealing my pussy from view. Covered my breasts teasingly with my hands, I smiled seductively as I imagined the hundreds of people watching my scene. I uncovered one breast, then the other, and played with my nipples again. For my audience, I was the center of attention, and the only thing that mattered to them was watching me.

Even though I had stopped playing, I was still very aroused. I turned toward my nightstand, considering which of my toys I wanted to use. Which one would excite my audience the most. As I opened the drawer, I changed my mind. I wasn’t going to take the easy way out.

I took the blanket in my hand and shaped it into a large bulging lump, then brought my legs together and held it in place between my thighs. I began to rhythmically raise and lower my ass, feeling waves of intense pleasure radiating through me as the blanket kissed my skin. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I headed directly for my clit, groping it desperately. As I did, my lower half continued bouncing up and down furiously, the blanket driving me to amazing heights. I moaned deeply, my body convulsing as pleasure washed over me. My moan became a passionate cry, and I was suddenly soaring high above the earth.

As soon as I realized that I was coming, my orgasm was over. It was much too quick, and I decided to have another.

-Jill

Fingercuffs - A Near Miss

Before I met Jill, I don’t think I ever entertained a threesome fantasy that didn’t involve myself and two women. In other words, while I knew that a threesome could conceivably involve two men and one woman, I couldn’t really see myself fantasizing about such a thing, or actively seeking it out. It’s not that I was squeamish or afraid of the idea of being in a threesome where another man was involved – after all, there are plenty of things two guys can do with a woman without actually touching each other – it just wasn’t my preferred scenario. I always found the fantasy of two women much more appealing. And why wouldn’t I? Women are just plain hotter than men. Which is why the thought of not one but two gorgeous women having me all to themselves, ideally after they’ve warmed each other up, is quite possibly the pinnacle of sexual fantasy.

However, when I was twenty-six, I came closer than I had ever come before, or since, to having a threesome with a married couple. I’ll call them Jerry and Julie. Jerry was a former co-worker of mine, and Julie was his wife. I spent many an evening hanging out at their house, drinking, playing video games, and watching television. Sometimes there was a small crowd, including Jerry’s high school friends, co-workers, and next-door neighbors; other times it was just me, Jerry and Julie. But whoever was there, Julie was always the center of attention. She was twenty-two, head-to-toe sexy, and she knew it. When she was in the room, it was a good bet that any straight guy present was thinking about having sex with her, no matter what she was wearing or how she looked. Thoughts of her pouting lips and killer body had gotten me through many a dry spell and I, like most of their guy friends no doubt, frequently fantasized about her.

I never got the impression that Jerry and Julie had an open relationship or anything like that, nor did I have the sense that Julie was interested in women at all. In spite of her tendency to point out attractive women on television, she was way too attracted to men. She liked to flirt with just about any guy who came over. Nothing too forward, mind you; for Julie it was sufficient to add a sexy lilt to her voice when greeting a male guest, lean over to flaunt her bountiful cleavage when handing him a drink, or maintain eye contact a few seconds longer than necessary when saying good night. I ate it up.

One Friday night, the three of us hung out in their living room, watching a DVD. In the six years since that night, the movie we were watching was forgotten, although I vividly remember the long T-shirt that Julie was wearing. I remember how it reached her knees, and I remember wondering if she was wearing anything underneath. In fact, it’s safe to say that I found it hard to focus on the DVD.

About halfway through the movie, Julie got up from the couch and took the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Jerry went to help her, taking with him our empty glasses. I sat on the couch, staring at the paused image on the television screen, and after a couple minutes Jerry called out to me.

“Hey bro,” he shouted. “Come in here for a minute.”

In the kitchen, I found Julie perched atop a chair on her hands and knees. That long shirt she’d been wearing all night was hiked up past her hips, revealing a tiny black thong and a full round ass. Her back was arched, that beautiful ass staring me right in the face. Jerry stood in front of her. His shirt was still on, but his pants were down, gathered in a bunch at his feet. I stood in the doorway for a second, taking in what I’d stumbled upon – no! What I’d been invited to watch! – and then I stepped into the room for a better look.

As I moved closer to the kitchen table, Julie reached behind her, ostensibly to ensure that her shirt wasn’t obstructing my view of her ass, naked save for a tiny strip of fabric. Although I definitely liked what I was seeing, I wanted to move around the table and get a better look at what she was doing to Jerry, even if it meant having to see his cock. Jerry didn’t seem to care, and besides, I’d thought about Julie giving me oral sex for so long that seeing Jerry naked wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

I moved so that the table was between them and me, and watched Julie as she licked and sucked her husband’s cock. She didn’t use her hands at all, preferring to let her mouth and Jerry’s hips do all the work. At Jerry’s suggestion, Julie stopped going down on him just long enough to lose the thong. She stepped down from the chair, locking eyes with me as she slid her panties to the floor. She kicked them toward the kitchen doorway, then climbed onto the chair and got back to work. They put on an incredibly exciting show, and though instinct dictated that I downplay my own arousal, it wasn’t long before I was kneading my hard-on through my jeans, barely able to contain myself. In fact, it was a testament to my remarkable self-control that I kept my pants buttoned and zipped.

“You gotta get a look at that ass,” Jerry told me as his wife continued to wantonly devour his cock. Further urging was unnecessary, and I returned to my earlier vantage point, happy to gaze at his wife’s backside. As her head moved up and down on Jerry’s cock, her ass wobbled ever so slightly, and the sight made me even harder than I already was. When I offered praise, Julie moved a hand between her legs and opened her pussy with two fingers. All I could think about was dropping my jeans and thrusting into her as deeply as I could go, then repeating until I came. As it was, the visual I was enjoying would undoubtedly add much to the fantasy that I was going to use to get off that night.

The show continued for about half an hour, and I moved around the room to get a better view as necessary. At one point Julie actually masturbated, something I thought about very often. The fact that she masturbated wasn’t exactly a secret, but I frequently wondered how she did it. I never imagined that I’d get to see for myself. I was surprised by the intensity and urgency of her motions, and the thought of giving her a helping hand was exciting. Jerry came silently, something I didn’t even realize had occurred until Julie left the room to spit. In my fantasies Julie always swallowed, or at the very least let me come on her, but I liked the fact that she at least let him come in her mouth. Jerry pulled up his pants and we went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The room was silent for a couple minutes. I literally had no idea what to say.

Finally Jerry spoke: “What did you think?”

“That was really hot,” I said. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

Julie came out of the bedroom, still wearing her nightshirt, as well as a pair of gray sweatpants. It occurred to me that her black thong was still lying on the kitchen floor. “Okay,” she said, and Jerry put the movie back on. If I found it difficult to concentrate on the movie before, it was now impossible.

It was some time later that Jerry told me of the opportunity I had missed that night, and the signals I had been oblivious to. He wasn’t upset or anything, but I never did get another opportunity. It occurred to me that another of Jerry’s friends had probably been given the same shot and took it. I can’t honestly say that I would have joined Jerry and Julie had I actually been asked, or had I been bold enough to understand what they wanted of me. I’d like to think that I would have. After all, such chances don’t come along every day.

For the record I still do fantasize about threesomes involving myself and two gorgeous women. Jill is one of them, of course.

-Jack

Head Games

As promised, I gave Jack his long-awaited blowjob tonight. Also as promised, I wrote about it. The story that follows was written pretty much the way it happened, but I thought I would write it in present-tense. When Jack wrote his recent balcony story, I found the present-tense much more intense and immediate. I hope you find it bonerific. Well, those of you who have the potential for boners, anyway.

I step into the bedroom, wearing only a thin silk robe that hangs loosely from my body. You are already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I linger in the doorway and let you gaze at me for a minute before slowly dropping to my knees. Like a sexy cat, I crawl to you at a deliberate pace until I am kneeling right in front of you. I place my hands on your thighs and lean close so that I can nuzzle you. I feel you hard against the side of my face, and rub you against my cheek as I slowly and exquisitely tongue your balls. I lick my way up your shaft and then back down, then resume tonguing your balls while stroking you with my hand.

Your quickened breathing turns me on. After a few more tip-to-base licks, I devour you, taking you as far as I can. I suck you deeply, almost inhaling you. My hand chases my lips from your balls up to your head on each upward stroke, and then on the downward strokes my lips chase my hand. It's not long before you're moaning in sweet, intense pleasure. I don't want to finish you off too quickly, of course. I slow down, licking you softly to maintain your arousal without pushing you too far. I can't ignore my stirrage, and I reach into my nightstand for my rabbit.

For a moment my focus shifts away from you and I switch the toy on and touch it against myself. I'm already wet, and it slips inside me with ease as the tiny rabbit ears beat my clit with no mercy. I lean forward and kneel atop my rabbit as it thrusts up inside of me. I get back to work on you, at the same time bucking my hips up and down on the toy. While I ride it I suck and stroke your cock, intent on both of our orgasms. I come hard, choking back moans as I swallow your length deep into my throat, feeling myself gush with abandon as my floodgates open and drench my thighs, my feet, and my toy.

Now it's your turn. My mouth tantalizes your frenulum and the underside of your head, while my hand quickly pumps your shaft. As your climax nears, your body tenses up, and I know this is going to be an orgasm you'll never forget. You try to warn me of your impending ejaculation, though it's understandably difficult for you to speak. Then you erupt like a geyser, and though I've been anxiously awaiting this moment all day, you still manage to surprise me with the sheer force and volume. Totally spent, you fall back on the bed to catch your breath.

I'm very happy when, minutes later, you come join me in the shower.

-Jill

Anticipation

They say that good things come to those who wait. I don't know if it's true, but I do know that the longer you wait for something, the better it tends to be.

Last night, we had dinner with friends of ours. The conversation was consistently exciting, and frequently involved sex. Three bottles of wine made us frisky, and by the time our guests left, Jack and I were both horny. Enjoying a great buzz, we went to bed, hoping that the alcohol in our systems and our heightened arousal would make for fantastic sex. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Jack fell asleep first, and I followed.

Sometime during the night I heard Jack apologizing for his lack of energy. I remember telling him not to worry about it, although in my state of sobriety I doubt he could understand my slurring. When we woke up this morning we had a very clear goal: As soon as we were both home from work, we were going to have sex, with no alcohol allowed. I wasn't about to repeat what happened last night!

Of course, things don't always work out the way we plan them. I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon, but there was an hour to kill between work and the appointment time, and I stopped home for a sample of the main course. Even giving him a blowjob would have been nice, and during my short drive home I thought naughty thoughts about freeing him from his pants and gobbling him up. Unfortunately Jack wasn't expecting me until after the appointment, and he'd gone out.

Looking back on it, it was just as well. The deal was that we would have sex, meaning that we would take our time and really enjoy it. Even with an hour before my appointment, I would still be way too rushed in getting him off, and the last thing I would want to do is start something I don't have the time to finish. Plus, at the very least I would need to brush my teeth and drive to my appointment. While that would give me maybe half an hour, or at the most forty minutes, to enjoy Jack's cock, actually doing it would make me very wet and gushy indeed. I didn't want to go to my appointment in that condition.

The anticipation of what (hopefully) awaited me at home made a routine appointment much more bearable. As I pulled up to our house I was pleased to find Jack's car parked out front. I began to experience major stirrage as I imagined jumping my husband the second I walked into the house (a thought which had kept my mind occupied throughout the appointment). But his car wasn't the only one parked there. Jack's parents had stopped by for a visit. Now, my in-laws are wonderful people, but the less said about them in a sex blog, the better.

Walking into the house, I kissed my husband, said hello to his parents, and then went to our bedroom where I took a shower and (shhh...don't tell Jack) got off with the hand-held showerhead. It was fun, but after I came I kind of wished I had waited until Jack had been there to share it with me.

When we had the house to ourselves, we did have sex, beginning with an amazing round of oral (Jack giving and myself the lucky receiver) that made up for the false start the night before. As I succumbed to one of many intense climaxes, I made a mental note to give him head before we were through. Despite the fact that it was almost nine o'clock by the time we got started, we had no shortage of energy. I'm sure that anticipation played some role in this, as we continued having sex for the better part of three hours, switching positions frequently. Jack amazed me with his stamina, pushing me further and further with each amazing orgasm he treated me to. And when it was his turn, I asked him to fill me up and he eagerly granted my request.

We kissed, the sort of raw, hungry kiss that begins sex for us much more often than it ends it. I realized with the slightest regret that I never did give Jack head. Oh well. Maybe that's something we can write about tomorrow.

-Jill

Home Alone

We spent the weekend at Jill's parents' house. Through an unexpected turn of events, we found ourselves home alone Saturday night. With no chance of parental (or other) intrusion, we regressed to a state I can only refer to as "high school horny", when you're still living at home, perpetually besieged by very active hormones, and can't wait to have a couple hours' privacy - or less! - to get your jollies.

We had just watched Jill's parents pull out of the driveway, leaving for an overnight trip out of town. We had the house to ourselves for more than twenty-four hours, but neither of us saw any reason to procrastinate. After all, it's best not to put off until tomorrow what you can do today, a lesson that I've learned all too well recently. So once the car was out of sight, we ran upstairs to the guest room. In spite of our instincts, we refrained from dropping any clothing on the way up, but once we were in our room with the door locked, we were both naked almost immediately, and locked in a warm embrace atop the bed seconds later.

We kissed for a very long time, neither of us feeling any need to rush. As the kissing escalated, our hands traveled across each other's bodies, further building our arousal. After enjoying her sexy curves, my hand settled between Jill's thighs, feeling her heat and her wetness. I explored her from the inside while she began to stroke my already-hard length, sharing a voracious kiss all the while.

Jill climbed on top of me and slipped me inside her. As she rode my thrusts she expertly played with herself, and I donated a couple fingers to her effort. Between my rapid upward thrusts, and the constant stimulation of her clit, she was close to a very intense climax. I felt her tense up, and as she came she collapsed on top of me, burying her face into my shoulder instead of moaning.

When it was my turn, I chose missionary position. Though not particularly imaginative, and not necessarily as exciting as doggy style, missionary has never let me down. Plus, it's a great position for really deep penetration, especially when Jill puts her legs up on my shoulders. Which is exactly what she did, in fact. The feeling of her body against mine and her hips bucking against me, the taste of her nipple as she shoved it against my tongue, the sound of her breathing...my excitement was mounting, but it took me longer to climax than I thought it would. Jill reached down to stroke me as I moved in and out of her, her fingertips playing havoc all over me and accelerating my orgasm.

When I came, Jill took me in her hand and stroked me against her breasts. She brought me close to her mouth and kissed me clean, and then we cautiously ventured out of the guest room. As we opened the room door, we were glad to find the house as dark and quiet as when we started. We ran across the hall to the guest bathroom, and took a quick shower. Afterwards, Jill got a couple of towels from the hall closet and, having wrapped ourselves up in them, we headed to the backyard, where a warm and inviting hot tub awaited us.

It's no secret that a good way to get us in the mood is to put us in the water, ideally with little - or no - clothing. Whether it's the bathtub or the shower, a pool or a hot tub, a beach or a lake, there's a good chance that, if we're near or in water, we are thinking about sex. Of course, we were both already in the mood, and most definitely already thinking about sex. As we sat in the tub, enjoying the cool night air, immersed in hot, bubbling water, we listened to the sounds of the quiet night.

"Want to fuck again?" she asked.

I laughed. She knew the answer without even having to ask.

-Jack

Watching Us

One evening this week, when Jill and I were in the mood to be watched, we started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into one of our accounts in the hopes of finding an audience. As is usually the case, we were only planning on having Jill give me oral on camera; she gets off on showing off, she always puts on a fantastic show, and for some very strange reason she is sometimes hesitant to get naked in front of complete strangers.

As is also usually the case, it can be tough to find a suitable audience (i.e. a couple, as we like watching even more than we like being watched). We looked for awhile, switching between several Yahoo! accounts, each with its own buddy list, but we had no luck finding anyone to show off for, or watch. We headed off to bed, to have sex without an audience. Which, let’s face it, is still pretty damn good.

As we headed to bed, I had a flash of brilliance. While Jill got undressed, I set up an older, rarely-used laptop in the bedroom. I attached one of our webcams, which I placed at a high vantage point atop our television. I started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into our account, while Jill picked out a favorite porn movie and put it in the DVD player. Then she got into bed.

When the movie began playing, Jill did too. She took a small silver bullet-shaped vibrator from her nightstand drawer and held it against her breasts, letting her nipples stiffen into erect peaks. While she did that, I used my other laptop to log into a different Yahoo! Messenger account. I accessed the webcam that was broadcasting from on top of the television, and maximized the window so that it filled the screen. For a moment I watched Jill using the toy on her clit. Then I set the laptop down on my nightstand and turned my attention to my wife.

As I sensuously caressed Jill’s thighs she continued to play, her eyes focused on the movie. Then I dropped down between her legs and began to feast, urged onward by the sounds of porn emanating from our television, the delicious taste and aroma of my wife, and the occasional sneaky glance up at the laptop on my nightstand. I enjoyed watching the two people on the screen, even knowing that they were us. In between licks, I worked three fingers in and out of Jill, and with a long, intense moan she came, hard and explosively.

“I want to watch,” she said, and flipped over onto her hands and knees. She turned so that she was facing my laptop, and with one hand bracing herself against the mattress she reached back and spread herself open. I slipped inside her from behind, and as she rode my thrusts we watched ourselves on the screen. Her body bucked against mine, and the way Jill felt, the way we looked on the screen, both accompanied by the sounds of a very energetic scene playing on the television took me exactly where I needed to go. As I came, Jill’s moans upon being filled up were louder and more erotic than my own.

We collapsed onto the bed and lay in each other’s arms, listening to the movie playing on the television until Jill picked up the remote control and turned it off. We lay in silence, watching each other watching the webcam until we were asleep. The next night, we did it all over again.

-Jack

Thanksgiving Weekend Sex (When Company’s Over)

Friday, Jack’s old roommate stayed the night with us. This is the same guy who was staying over in our September 29th entry. He was passing through on the way home from Reno, where he’d spent Thanksgiving. He’s a really sweet guy, and he’s fun and handsome (but not as much as Jack). A few of my girlfriends think he’s hot, and at least one has slept with him.

We went out to dinner, and then we came home and watched a movie. When the movie ended, I excused myself to the bedroom. I got undressed and took a shower, and Jack came to join me. We washed each other, then kissed as the hot spray rinsed the soap from our bodies. We got out of the shower and dried off, and I asked Jack if our guest had gone to bed. Jack said yes. We got into bed, and I rolled over on top of Jack, holding his wrists down and pinning him.

We kissed some more, and I felt Jack’s fingers spreading me open. He caressed me for a moment, and when the kiss broke he slid down the bed, letting his mouth finish what his fingers started. Kneeling over him, I leaned against the headboard, which hit the bedroom wall noisily. Instinctively Jack tensed up. I giggled loudly at the noise, then caught myself, quieted down, and concentrated on what my husband was doing.

By the time I finally came, Jack had wiggled out from underneath me and was working on me from behind. It was better this way, because on all fours I had a pillow handy to muffle the sounds of my passion. When my climax passed, I rolled onto my back and took him inside me. As I pulled him close, I told him to fuck me. And not in a whisper, but at a normal volume. I’m sure he was surprised by my lack of discretion, but it didn’t hamper the mood at all.

His thrusts were soft at first, more out of a desire to keep quiet than in order to be gentle. But some of my most imaginative dirty talk inspired him to throw caution to the wind, and in a few minutes we were unconcerned with the sounds of the mattress, the headboard, or our own moans. I could feel myself close to another climax, and I knew Jack was too. My legs clasped around his back as my pussy clenched tightly on his cock, and I boldly announced my orgasm. We both came at once, and as he filled me, I couldn’t help but cry out.

Just like before, the possibility of being overheard was exciting, and the thought kept me aroused until after I had fallen asleep. This morning Jack was a little worried that we might have been too loud, but rather than making a quick exit, his roommate stayed two hours later than he planned to before getting back on the road. He even took us out to lunch. So if we kept him awake last night, he obviously wasn’t offended!

-Jill

Out of Order

We got in at eleven o’clock last night after spending the evening at a party thrown by some friends of ours. We were surrounded by fun people, and I drank a few glasses of wine. Most people who know us pretty well are aware that having a couple glasses of wine makes me silly. Having a few glasses makes me horny.

The ride home was long, and more than once Jack and I joked about finding an out-of-the-way place to pull over and have sex in the car. We’ve done it before, of course, although usually closer to home. It’s been quite awhile since we’ve done that, and we both love the possibility of discovery. We’re freaks, we know, it’s nothing new.

As we pulled into our driveway, we were both glad we hadn’t actually stopped anywhere. The prospect of having rushed sex while half-dressed in the cramped backseat of a car somehow didn’t seem quite as erotic as being able to spend an hour or more comfortably lying naked on warm flannel sheets and a soft mattress.

We walked into the house, and I set my purse down on the floor. When Jack shut the front door, I took him by surprise, pushing him up against it. I rubbed him forcefully through his jeans, aroused to see just how ready he was. I could feel myself growing hotter and hotter until I finally unhitched his jeans, sliding them and his shorts to the floor.

Freed from his pants, Jack sprang to life. As I dropped slowly to my knees I gathered up my skirt around my waist, revealing a sexy pair of panties. I felt the cold tile of the entryway floor stinging at my legs as I settled down to take him into my mouth. I braced myself against the floor with one hand and arched my back a little, sticking my ass out, and imagined the sight a nonexistent audience might be enjoying as my head bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock.

My lips and tongue left little wet trails along him, trails that my hand quickly followed. His pleasure was evident by his lustful moans, and I continued doing exactly what I was doing. In fact, I did it faster, more passionately, knowing that eventually my efforts would certainly lead to his orgasm. Actually, I was counting on it.

I felt him throb in my hand and took my mouth off of him. “I want your come,” I said in a breathy whisper. I wasn’t trying to sound sexy, so if I did it was effortless. Jack loves it when I talk dirty, and I’m sure that hearing my words so close to the height of his sexual plateau didn’t hurt. I worked my mouth up and down the underside of his cock, paying special attention to his frenulum, and soon I could tell he was right on the verge.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder reassuringly and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft, feeling him come but sadly tasting nothing. When his climax subsided I continued to play him like a flute, especially the oh-so-sensitive frenulum. His continued moans excited me, and made me wish he would come again. He stayed nice and hard, and once I had cleaned him off we went into the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way.

It was my turn. Jack set me down on the bed and began kissing me all over, starting with my forehead. He kissed his way down to my chin, along my neck and over my shoulders, before grazing on my breasts for a very long time. As though he could sense when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he continued down my body, kissing each thigh, making his way to each foot and then back up again.

I got lost in the moment, in the feeling of what Jack was doing to me, and at first I didn’t even realize that he was going down on me. But before I knew it he was eating me like a ripe, juicy apple, and delicately massaging my thighs. As I felt the first stirrings of release, he was inside me, filling me completely, and that’s all it took.

We held each other for a long while, our bodies warm under the covers before he got up and turned out the lights. I thought briefly about how exciting it was to be the last one: Usually I come first. I like that, because then I can concentrate totally on my husband’s pleasure, and it’s wonderful not to have to get off “for him”, if that makes any sense. But once he came, knowing it was my turn, and that I would be utterly satisfied when I fell asleep, was amazing.

-Jill

Reunited, Part 2

On Saturday, we were up and out very early. We had a busy but fun morning and, anticipating a late night, we returned to our hotel room in the early afternoon to take a nap, or at least spend some time watching television and not walking.

We headed to our room, Jill carrying her shoes in hand. The corridor was deserted, and she began unbuttoning her top. I was surprised by this, but after a minute the sight of my wife in an open blouse was so appealing that the threat of being seen by the cleaning staff did nothing to diminish my arousal.

“Like what you see?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question, as she already knew the answer. Walking backward, she tugged the sleeve of her blouse down, baring her shoulder. At the same time, her breasts threatened to spill forth from her bra, and I decided it would be best if I got us inside as soon as possible.

Then again, what was the rush? Though the hall was quiet and empty, I got a small charge out of the idea of someone coming out of his room and catching a glimpse of my wife partially undressed. Being watched is one of our biggest turn-ons, and I had no doubt that Jill was thinking the exact same thing I was.

We arrived at our room and I got our key card from my wallet. Jill turned me around before I could unlock the door. She reached down to touch me. “Want me to suck your cock?” she asked, smiling seductively. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” She squeezed her breasts together, and raised them up toward my face. “You could titty-fuck me, too. Would you like that?” Both options were very appealing, even moreso because of the fact that we weren’t locked safely in our room yet.

Jill unbuckled my belt. I felt like a Greek sailor, listening to the song of a beautiful Siren. Common sense told me to get this woman inside the room now, before we got caught doing something in a place we shouldn’t have been doing it. At the same time, I liked the idea of giving in. The exhibitionism aspect was exciting for sure, and I was really temped to listen to her Siren song, damn the consequences. We were right outside our room. It wasn’t like we couldn’t get inside in a hurry if need be.

I asked Jill if she wanted me to whip it out. She just laughed, took the room key from me, and unlocked the door. She pushed me inside, and before the door clicked shut her blouse hit the floor, the rest of her clothes right behind it. I followed suit, and we were atop the sex bed seconds later.

I maneuvered myself between Jill’s soft, warm thighs and began to massage them, as I gazed upon her smoothly-shaven pussy. The method she’d chosen to wake me up that morning was still very fresh in my mind, and I wanted to return the favor, to satisfy my hunger for her while satisfying her as well. As I began to nuzzle and lick her clit I rubbed her lips. She was extremely wet; my fingers slipped inside with no resistance.

While I continued to lick and suck on her, I worked my fingers in and out, pressing on her G-spot in the exact manner that had led her to orgasm many times before. As I did, I felt Jill’s hand on my head, pressing my face deep into her. Her thighs tightened around my head and with no warning beyond a single, sustained moan she came, very forcefully.

“Hot,” she said dreamily, and we lay in silence for awhile. Then Jill climbed up on top and rode me to another orgasm, an orgasm by all indications just as intense as her first one. She wasted no time before moving onto all fours and inviting me inside her. I wasted no time before accepting her invitation. I squatted behind her and she put me in. As I rode her, I caressed her breasts, and she leaned back so we could kiss. The taste of her tongue, and the feel of her body, ensured that I wouldn’t last very long.

Then housekeeping came in and scared the hell out of us. Jill screamed. She will probably insist that I was the one who screamed, and not her, but that’s not how I remember it. We pulled the covers over us quickly and sat there in the bed like frightened animals, unsure of what to say or do. The cleaning ladies backed out of the room, giggling and speaking Spanish. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time they’d walked in on people having sex.

When they were gone, I warily got up and placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door, then moved the metal latch into place so we wouldn’t be disturbed again. I returned to the sex bed to find Jill standing beside it, bent over and bracing herself against the mattress. In spite of the intrusion, the sight of her standing there, waiting for me, was all I needed to get back into the mood. In a minute I was back inside her, and not long after I was spent. Soon after that, we were enjoying our nap.

-Jack

Reunited, Part 1

We arrived at the hotel after eleven o’clock on Friday night. There was a mix-up when we made our reservation, and instead of the king-sized bed we had been looking forward to sleeping in the whole drive down, we ended up with two queens. We were both exhausted. I had been up since five a.m., and Jack was still adjusting to West Coast time after his trip. We had an early start planned the next morning. Neither of us was about to complain over the hotel’s error.

When we finished checking in, we got our bags from the car and headed to our room. As we passed the swimming pool and hot tub, both enclosed behind a fence and locked up for the night, Jack said, “One bed for sleeping and one bed for sex.” I had been thinking the exact same thing. The hotel room we spent our first Valentine’s Day weekend in also had two queen-sized beds. Though it might seem gross or crude, it can be very nice to finish up having sex in one bed and be able to go to sleep in another, without having to change the sheets or even fix the blankets.

We let ourselves into the room and unpacked our things. Jack lay down on one of the beds (the “sleeping bed”) and turned on the TV. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and shave. I hoped Jack would join me, but I knew that he needed his rest. When my lonely shower was over, I dried off and went back into the room, where I found Jack asleep in front of the television. I sat on the bed beside him, and watched TV for a few minutes. I would love to be the kind of woman who’d jostle her husband out of a well-deserved rest, but I just couldn’t do it.

I got my toy out of my suitcase and lay down on the other bed (the “sex bed”, obviously). I thought about a fantasy that kept me happy while Jack was out of town, and went exploring. Even while I was playing, I hoped Jack would wake up, see what I was doing, and come help. The fantasy sent me to new heights, and it wasn’t long before I came. I was very glad that I had a different bed to sleep in.

I awoke very early the next morning when the alarm on my cell phone went off. Jack had awakened sometime during the night and gotten undressed. Now I reached over to touch him, slowly running my fingers across his chest. He didn’t stir. I pulled the bedsheet off of him, revealing his nakedness. His cock was limp and in need of attention, so I moved closer and began to kiss it all over. Though he didn’t wake up, he did stir. In fact, after a few moments of soft kisses he was completely erect.

I followed the kisses with long, agonizing licks from his balls all the way up to the tip of his head, one after the other. Jack finally woke, and tried to sit up. I pushed him back down onto the pillow, and resumed licking. As I did, I caressed his balls with one hand, gently rocking him with the other. I loved the sounds he made, quiet moans and shallow breaths. It excited me, as always, to know how much he enjoyed what I was doing.

He began to throb, and I held him in place while I slid my lips all the way down his length. As my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, my hand followed, stroking him toward my lips. His moans grew louder, and soon he started undulating his hips, thrusting against me as I worked to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He managed a whispered warning – as though I needed it – and then he was coming with as much force as I had the night before.

We lay there for a few moments as Jack’s heartbeat slowed down to normal, and I basked in the excitement of what just happened. After a couple minutes he said, “We should have moved to the sex bed.” I had forgotten we even had one. We got up and took a shower, and started our day.

-Jill

Long Distance Lovin'

Three thousand miles, to be exact.

This week, Jack is out of town. We haven't been in the same room in five days. It's rare for us to be apart this long, especially since we've been married. But whenever we go a couple days without making love, or even without seeing each other, it strengthens our desire for one another.

As you know if you read my "Toy Box" entry, I have a small collection of sex toys that I am fond of using. My two newest toys, which Jack bought me a couple weeks ago, couldn't have been given to me at a better time. Since he's been gone, I've managed to find the time to use them once a day, usually right after my bath, just before bedtime. Though I probably don't need any added stimulation, I put an adult movie on, light a candle on my nightstand, and turn off the room lights. Then I take about forty-five minutes to explore and touch every inch of my body, with my fingers as well as my toys, whatever it takes to get myself where I want to go. It's exquisite, even if it is no substitute for the touch of the man I love.

When I got home yesterday evening, I turned on the television and sat down to check my e-mail. To my surprise, Jack was online, and he immediately sent me an instant message. We chatted for awhile, and he told me about his day. He and the friend he is travelling with had just come in from dinner and drinks, and were hanging out at the hotel before turning in for the night.

I remembered that Jack's laptop had a built-in webcam. At one point, I joked that he should give me a show. Of course, I knew that wouldn't be feasible for him with his friend in the room, and I wasn't about to return the favor under those circumstances either. Don't misunderstand me, I am not against the idea or even the practice of showing off on camera for someone other than my husband (with his permission). I actually find it quite sexy, and a tremendous boost for my self-esteem. But this particular friend doesn't do it for me. Sorry, nothing personal, friend!

Jack suggested that he excuse himself to the bathroom for some privacy. Excited by this idea, I ran to the bedroom to get one of my toys. When I returned to the living room, the invitation to view Jack's webcam was on screen. I accepted his invite and was instantly treated to the sight of Jack's smiling face. A flowery shower curtain hung in the background. I was eager to see more of him, and when I told him so he moved the webcam down to give me a quick but enticing look. Then he moved it back up, showing me his face once again as he typed. That's when it dawned on me: Having a built-in webcam means you can't aim it below the belt and type at the same time. While Jack's built-in webcam seems more reliable than our old USB webcams, there is definitely an advantage to having a webcam you can point anywhere regardless of the angle of your screen.

Speaking of which, I was going to need to find one of our USB webcams, or else the show would be very one-sided. I hurried to Jack's office, relieved to find that one of the webcams was just where I expected it to be. I connected it, set it down on the TV tray that held my laptop, and once Jack was watching, I sent him a message telling him to enjoy the show. Then I began to strip off my clothes, slowly and seductively.

When I was naked, I sat down, seeing Jack's excited expression on his webcam. I moved mine so that it was once again pointing at me, and gave him a nice view of me from my face down to my breasts. I took my toy in hand and began to use it. I know what he really wanted to see, of course. But I couldn't think of any reason not to tease him for awhile first. Not even the fact that he was tying up the single bathroom.

The expression of excitement on his face gave way to pleasure. I knew what he was doing, and the thought of it made me feel very hot. I tried to picture him as he was, maybe naked like me, or else still dressed but with his jeans open, allowing him total access. I tried to picture his hand around his hard, delicious cock, stroking it back and forth, very intent on orgasm.

He messaged me again, requesting that I move the webcam. A less-secure woman might have thought that the sight of her face and breasts just wasn't turning him on. However, I supposed that he had been teased for long enough. I moved the webcam so that it broadcasted an unobstructed view of my new rabbit thrusting in and out of my slippery-wet pussy, then put my feet up on the corners of the TV tray as I played. The feeling of my toy was overwhelming, as was the thought of what Jack was doing almost a world away. His face contorted in an obvious orgasm, one I was sorry I couldn't share with him. For a moment I regretted not asking him to turn the camera toward his cock as he came, even as the thought of witnessing it pushed me over the edge as well.

Just one more day...

-Jill

Balcony Sex: Jill's Reaction

I walked into the house Monday night, the story Jack wrote for me still very fresh in my mind. I set my purse down on the living room floor and walked into the pool room, where I found my husband on the treadmill, his headphones over his ears as he ran in place. His eyes were focused on nothing at all, and he stared straight ahead. He didn't notice me. I thought about walking closer, or even waving my arms back and forth wildly in an attempt to get his attention, but I didn't. Instead I walked out of the pool room and back into the living room, where I took off my clothes.

I walked back into the room where Jack was working out, hoping to surprise him with my nakedness and lure him to our bed. Done with his workout, he stepped off the slowing treadmill and walked toward me. He was excited to see that his story had the desired effect. Jack took me in his arms and kissed me hello, and I told him how much I enjoyed his story. "Next time we go on vacation, maybe we can get a room with a balcony," he suggested. As he held me in his arms, I could feel his heart beating rapidly against me. His embrace was secure but gentle, and he smelled just like a man who's been working out should, sweaty but not unpleasant. Nevertheless, I suggested we take a shower.

We huddled under the hot spray, water cascading down our bodies. Though the intimacy of the shower was exciting, I couldn't wait to get out and get started, and I hoped Jack couldn't either. When we finally got out and dried off, we stood in front of the bathroom counter and kissed for a long while. Then I turned and put my right leg up on the counter, just like in the story. Jack, standing behind me, began to massage my ass while I lowered a hand and played with myself a little. Soon he got down on his knees and began to pleasure me with his mouth and his hands, and when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he stood up quickly and entered me. I came hard, my pussy gushing like a burst water balloon as I collapsed against the bathroom countertop.

When I recovered from my orgasm, it was Jack's turn. I moved him against the countertop and slowly sank to my knees, kissing him all the way down. When I reached his cock, still dripping wet from my very intense climax, I took it in my mouth and swallowed as deeply as I could. A moan of pleasure was my reward as I began to work my mouth up and down his hardness, tasting my own wetness on my tongue as I did. As I sucked him, I played with his balls, caressing them gently with one hand while stroking him up against my mouth with the other. It took him very little time to come, and then we returned to the warmth of the shower.

Jill

A Scare-ifying Halloween Story

Well, not really. But since it's Halloween, I thought I would tell a story of a Halloween party we went to a few years back. Or, more accurately, the aftermath.

The year that Jill and I started dating, we were invited to a Halloween party at a local hotel. It was a very elaborate party with about a hundred guests, all in costume. Jill and I dressed up as vampires, complete with formalwear, ghost-white greasepaint, and plastic fangs, and had a great time. There was plenty of food and drink, music and dancing, and great conversation when the music wasn't too loud.

By ten-thirty, I was pretty much done with the party, and I'm pretty sure Jill was too. However, I was hoping to thank the couple who threw the party, and they seemed occupied, so we decided to take a walk around the hotel. Once we'd made our way around the ground floor, we decided to venture upstairs. We found an elevator and chose a floor at random, then took a walk through a nondescript hallway. At the end of the hallway was a window that looked out on the freeway and, having literally run out of places to go, we gazed out of it for a moment.

"Want to make out?" Jill asked. I kissed her, and before we got too carried away, we moved into the small area between the hallway and the staircase so that people walking down the hallway wouldn't be able to see us. We resumed making out, secure in the knowledge that we were hidden from view. We kissed long and passionately, and without realizing exactly how or when, my hand found itself massaging Jill's breasts. Soon she took my hand and moved it down her black dress, letting it rest between her legs. I felt her heat mere inches away from my fingertips and pulled up her dress, my hands touching her stockings on the way up.

Eventually I came upon her black silk panties, and I caressed her through them. As we continued to kiss, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, allowing me access to her slippery wet pussy. As I played with her, she took her mouth off of mine and sighed deeply, her hair tickling my neck and the side of my face. I continued to play with her, feeling her wetness as my fingers found their way inside her while my thumb strummed her tiny-yet-erect clit.

After a few minutes more, we decided that we had tempted arrest long enough, and headed back downstairs. Rather than returning to the party or thanking our hosts, we got out of there. At home, we took a hot, steamy shower in order to scrub all of our makeup off, then got into bed. Although no longer dressed as vampires, we paid special attention to each other’s necks that night.

-Jack

Porn and Pizza

We were originally planning an entry on sex toys for yesterday or today, but Jill's work schedule has made it impossible for her to write anything, and unfortunately she'll probably be too busy through the end of the week to write anything beyond the briefest of entries. She'll probably get around to it when her schedule allows, but in the meantime I figured I'd fill the void and write about something else, namely porn and pizza.

We held our first porn and pizza party in summer of 2006. We'd been talking about doing it for at least six months, half-joking, in whispered conversations with friends who, like us, watched porn and weren't too "proper" to talk about it. I'd gotten the idea from a 2002 movie called Porn 'n Chicken, based on a club at Yale University that would gather regularly to watch porn and eat Popeye's Chicken. Since I like pizza better than I like chicken - and since the resulting change was alliterative and therefore catchier-sounding - I began talking about having a porn and pizza party.

At the first party, which we held at Jill's place, we ordered a couple pizzas from a local restaurant we both liked, and served wine, beer and liquor in addition to soda and water. We watched a couple movies from our DVD collection, and sort of heckled the bad dialogue and plot contrivances, while no doubt wishing we were all tipsy enough to have a giant orgy. When the pizza was eaten and the movies were over, those still sober enough to drive left, while those who weren't crashed in the guest room (and you know who you are).

Our second porn and pizza party took place in December of 2006. We tried to make it a Christmas-themed affair, but I was only able to find one holiday-related film to show; the other movies we planned to show were unrelated. However, keeping with the theme, we played ambient Christmas music at a low volume throughout the evening. Pizza and libations were more or less the same as they had been at the previous party, and once again we began by watching the movies, laughing at the incompetent acting and dialogue, eating pizza and killing a few bottles of wine.

By the time the pizza was eaten or put away, we had moved on to our second movie of the night. So focused was I on the on-screen happenings that I was the last to notice that it had grown quiet in the room, thanks to two of our guests putting on their own live-action porn film on the couch. Their display, which consisted of the wife giving oral sex to the husband, had everyone else's attention, and after processing what was happening the rest of us quickly followed suit. After awhile, it was clear that the party had to move to its next logical stage, but no one knew how to start. Finally someone asked if they could use the guest bed. We all went to our own neutral corners, as it were, with Jill and I retreating to our room, and the other couple taking the couch. It was definitely the most fun Christmas party I can remember.

We held our third party in April of last year. Other than the Christmas music, it happened pretty much like the previous one: Porn on television, pizza, wine and beer, followed by head on the couch and sex in private. I would have loved to have had the nerve to suggest that we all stay in the living room, but I figured that if anyone else was into that idea, surely someone would have brought it up. Once we were in our room, going at it wantonly on the bed, the sounds - as well as the thoughts - of what our guests were doing elsewhere, proved an amazing turn-on, leading to what Jill said at the time was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. And me, too.

We hoped to have subsequent parties a bit more often, but our move out of the area (and renting Jill's old place) meant getting together with our friends less often than we would like. The closest we've come was when we had one couple over for dinner and drinks this past New Year's Eve. There was no pizza, and no plans for porn until the other husband suggested it. We watched a movie until about five minutes to midnight, when we switched it to one of the local stations so we could watch the countdown to the New Year. We planned to put the movie back on, and hopefully have some same-room oral sex at the very least, but by the time we were through watching whichever flavor-of-the-week band was performing on delay from New York, our guests were exhausted and went to bed. It was, very likely, the end of a (short-lived) era.

On the rare occasion that another porn and pizza party is brought up, it's back to being spoken of in a whispered, half-joking manner. Nonetheless, these get-togethers were exhilarating and fun, and help reinforce the notion that having sex in the next room can be just as hot as doing it in the very same room.

-Jack

A Quick Entry, But Not About a Quickie

The last time we had sex was Tuesday night. We planned to have sex Monday, but at a fantastic dinner with Vincent and Mia that night, Jill had a little too much to drink. Although she sobered up fairly quick once we got home, she had a pretty bad migraine and we were both tired. So we decided to have sex Tuesday in order to make up for it, especially given that Jill's schedule for the rest of the week might make sex difficult.

When I got home from work on Tuesday, I sent her an e-mail explaining in detail what I planned to do with her when she got home, and what I wanted her to do with me. Before she left work for the day she replied to my e-mail, leaving no question that she was as ready as I was.

I lit a couple votive candles and placed them on our nightstands. Then I turned on the bathtub faucet, and while it was filling I found a tub of bath salts Jill likes and sprinkled some into the
bath water.

As the bathtub filled, I went out into the living room and opened the blinds to await Jill's arrival. As I saw her car pull into the driveway, I became aroused in anticipation of what was to come. I met her at the door and kissed her, and as soon as she set her purse down I took her hand and led her down the hall.

We paused in the bathroom doorway. The bathtub was almost completely filled, and very exciting. I undressed her, and she climbed into the tub. After a moment, she asked if I was going to join her. I politely declined, deflecting her words of disappointment by explaining that the bath was all for her. Besides, our tub isn't nearly big enough to accommodate both of us without displacing half of the water.

I stood nearby as she relaxed in the bath, and we talked about her day at work, and mine. She enjoyed a nice, long bath, then she got out and I dried her off, and it was off to the bedroom.

It was nice to make love, for a change. And I'm a guy who rarely, if ever, uses the expression "make love" to describe sex.

-Jack

Tales From the Bookshelf

I thought about doing another entry along the lines of Jill's "What I'm Reading..." entry from last month. The problem is that I'm not reading anything at the moment, and I didn't want to start reading something just for the sake of another entry, as that would probably come off as forced. Also, Jill's not reading anything at the moment that would be suitable to talk about in a sex blog. Standing before our previously-mentioned sex bookshelf in the hopes of getting the perfect idea for today's entry, I had a momentary flash of brilliance. It doesn't happen too often.

The book that inspired this flash of brilliance is "The Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping With Chicks", by Jen Sincero.We picked this book up a couple years ago, more or less as a joke. We were on a week-long road trip, and happened to stop at a used book store. Although Jill's never been with another woman, it's a fantasy we both enjoy very much. It was a couple bucks, and at the very least we hoped it would add some variety and depth to our fantasy.

On the long drive home, Jill finished the book she was reading and moved on to our new book. She began reading silently, but after a few minutes she started reading aloud so that I could enjoy the book too. She began with chapter two, entitled, "The Super-Huge Importance of Sticking Your Hand Down Your Pants." Before long she was on chapter five, entitled, "Oh My God, She Wants Me to Eat Her Pussy!" We had hours before we would be home, and while I couldn't think of a better way to stay awake than listening to Jill reading the author's thoughts on girl-on-girl mutual masturbation and cunnilingus, and describing the accompanying pictures (which consisted of naked Barbie dolls demonstrating various positions), my mind was focused on getting home and indulging in the kind of raw, unrestrained sex two people have when they've been locked in a car for most of an entire day.

Chapter seven was "And Boy Makes Three!" I'd been aroused, if not erect, the whole time Jill had been reading to me. There were still four or five hours before I could realistically get some relief. Jill, on the other hand, had already come a couple times. Before she was done with chapter two, she'd begun rubbing her thighs through her jeans, kneading herself vigorously with the palm of her hand while she read. At the start of chapter four, "Gettin' Some 101", she decided it was pointless to try and wait til we got home, and had opened her jeans, working her free hand into the waistband of her panties and softly caressing herself. Before the end of that chapter, her jeans were down around her feet and she was playing with her very wet pussy as though without the slightest concern for who might observe in a passing car. For awhile she tried to maintain an some semblance of decency and modesty by keeping her panties on, but she gave up on this before she'd gotten through the next chapter.

I was glad that we were on a long, straight stretch of highway as I glanced at Jill in the passenger seat. She was trying to work her panties down while still seated. Once they had made it past her ass and to mid-thigh, it was much easier and she breathlessly pulled them down to her feet, then stepped out of them and her jeans. She put one foot up on the dashboard and then she really got to work. I found it difficult to maintain my focus on the road ahead of me while Jill was stroking her clit with absolute determination in the seat next to me. The sounds her lips made as she played with them, the smell of her body, the words she was reading, all made me wish it wasn't completely foolhardy to find a rest stop and satisfy both of us. Instead I continued on, hoping my prolonged hard-on wouldn't make me lightheaded. In minutes she set the book down on the seat and enjoyed a hard-earned orgasm.

She continued reading, and playing, until she had finished the book. When she had her last orgasm, I was so caught up in what she was doing that I missed our turn-off and had to exit. At the foot of the exit was a small town. I pulled into a parking lot in order to turn around and get back on the highway. For the briefest instant, I considered throwing caution to the wind and taking Jill into the back seat. If there was a part of me that would have really considered it, the sight of a police car parked in the lot convinced me it was a bad idea.

That night, as we lay in bed, I finally got my long-awaited relief. As I enjoyed the feel of Jill's body, I couldn't help but entertain the hope that the new book might lead to wonderful new adventures.

The Happiest Place on Earth

Per Vincent's request, and with M&L's permission, I am going to write about a very fond memory of ours. Unlike some entries we've posted on this blog, this one is absolutely true. It was a lot of fun to re-live it for this entry. I will refer to the other couple as "M" and "L" ("M" being the woman, and "L" being the man), even though those aren't their real names, obviously, or even their initials.

A couple years ago, the four of us took a trip to Disneyland. I'll withhold the boring, unsexy details of the trip itself in favor of something that happened the second night of the trip. We had returned to our hotel from the park and gotten ready for bed. M and L were in their bed, and Jill and I were in ours. We watched television for awhile, Jill fell asleep, and then we turned the TV and the lights off. I was anticipating the next day at Disneyland, and if I knew Jill, she was dreaming about what rides we would go on, where we would eat, and the other things we would do.

As I settled into bed to sleep, Jill reached over to me and let me know, without a single word, that she was horny. She stroked me through my shorts, using the most subtle movements, so as not to betray to M and L what she was doing. After a couple minutes, she snuck her hand inside of my shorts, quickly locating my already-hard cock. Despite her slow and gentle movements, I was very aroused, and she leaned close so she could kiss me on the mouth. As I felt her tongue moving between my lips I reached down her body, delighted to feel her smooth skin instead of the panties I had been expecting. I placed my hand between her thighs, sensuously working my way up them. Her warmth was inviting, and soon I found that she was wet, her pussy yielding easily to my touch. As I put a finger inside of her, she began to stroke me more vigorously, though not so much that her movements could be seen in the dark.

Our mouths finally parted. Jill raised her leg up ever so slightly as I penetrated her with a second finger, using my thumb to stimulate her clit. Though we were aware of the sleeping couple in the next bed, there was no way we were stopping now. I continued to play with Jill and she did the same with me, until she leaned close and whispered that she needed me inside her. As I quickly yanked down my shorts she shushed me quietly, then rolled over onto her back. I shifted so that I was on top, and slid into her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, guiding me in and out of her.

As our movements grew more intense, I heard a sound from the other bed. Jill and I froze, assuming that either M or L were getting up to go to the bathroom. After a second, when the sounds continued, it became clear that they were following our lead. I glanced over to the other bed in the hopes of seeing something in what scant light there was, but I could see nothing. I waited, and soon Jill whispered, "It's okay." I began thrusting again, listening to the sounds made by our friends. My mind conjured up exciting images of what they might have been doing in the dark, what position they were enjoying mere feet away from us, and as Jill and I continued to fuck, the images made the turn-on so much greater. They didn't talk dirty, they barely moaned. There was little noise beyond that made by their mattress, or ours. But knowing that they were having sex in the next bed over from where we were doing the same thing was truly exciting.

All of a sudden, L came, moaning heartily. As he did, M began moaning too, though I didn't question whether she actually came or was just moaning for his benefit (or for ours). I didn't care. But their sounds set Jill off. She definitely came. Her own moans, and the feeling of her pussy spasming around my cock drove me to my own orgasm. As I filled her up, she sighed happily, earning an appreciative catcall from L. We lay there in almost-complete silence for several minutes, the only sounds those of our breathing. No one said another word until morning. Jill and I kissed again, and she turned over. She was asleep in less than a minute.

M got up to take a shower. I strained through the darkness in the hopes of getting a look at her. I saw only the faintest shape pass by on the way to the bathroom door.

Thanks to M&L for their help on this one!

-Jack