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

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

Balcony Sex: A Story By Jack

I don't write a whole lot of adult stories. For one thing, Jill is a hell of a lot better at it than I am. For another, I'm usually too lazy to actually come up with a story. I know I should make the effort, as writing such a story gets me pretty worked up, and then e-mailing it to Jill ensures she'll be ready for sex when she gets home. It's a no-brainer. The problem is that I am usually content to let her do the work.

Yesterday, however, I decided to make the effort. Jill's worth it, after all. Besides, the night before last I had a dream that provided the most basic spark for the story, the sort of dream you wake up from way too soon and wish you could pick up where you left off the next time you fall asleep. Inspired by the dream, I was determined to write Jill a story that would keep her from concentrating on work, or anything else, until she came home.

Here it is:

I awaken in the dark. You lie beside me, breathing quietly in your sleep. This mattress is much more firm than our bed at home. Unable to sleep, I sit up on the edge of the bed. The room is quiet save for a faint buzzing sound coming from the alarm clock. It is a quarter past one.

I stand up. Sweat clings to my forehead and the back of my neck. I cross the room to the air conditioner, barely able to see it in near blackness. I turn it on, and frigid air begins to billow from the machine's vents. I stand there naked and luxuriate in the sudden cold. After a moment, I turn and unlock the sliding glass door that leads out onto our room's balcony.

I slide the door open and step outside, somehow not surprised to feel warm air surrounding me despite the hour. I brace myself against the railing and look down at the parking lot two stories below. A few cars are parked in the lot, our rental
included. No one is loitering in the parking lot. Nearby, the hotel pool is also deserted. If it were not so late, the pool would be full of hotel guests trying to escape the oppressive heat. In fact, I am ready to return to the room and the
icy-cold air emanating from the air conditioner when I feel your touch.

You press your lips to the side of my neck and begin to kiss me. I reach back to touch you. You move closer to me, pressing your bare breasts into my back. I turn, and our mouths melt together in an eager kiss. Your hands move down my body, finding my cock in an instant. You stroke me, and as I try to return the favor, you push my hand away and whisper that it's all about me. As you continue to move your hand up and down my length, you lean close and kiss my chest, taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking. Your hand drives me wild with pleasure, gently twisting me in a loose grip. You kiss your way down my body, then drop to your knees and take me into your mouth.

I close my eyes and enjoy your ministrations, feeling the combined efforts of your hands, your lips and your tongue. It is almost too intense, and as my eyes roll back in my head I have to make a conscious effort not to give in to my orgasm - yet. Still, as you continue what you're doing, I dare to look down at your head, moving back and forth. I've got to stop, or it's going to be over very soon.

I reach down and pull you back up to your feet. We share another kiss, a shorter one this time, and then I push you up against the railing so that you are facing away from me. Leaning against the railing, you arch your back and thrust your ass
toward me, giving me a very inviting target. You want me inside you, but there's something else I need first. As I get on my knees and attack you with my mouth from behind, what I want is all too clear.

I spread you open with my hands as I bury my tongue inside you. As I lap at your pussy vigorously, you lower a hand to your clit, your fingers matching my tongue stroke for stroke. You're already soaking wet; before long you're well on your way to climax. As I try to probe my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you, you raise your right leg up onto the railing, allowing me greater access. Breathlessly, you tell me you need me inside of you. I stand up, guiding my steel-hard cock where you so desperately want it.

I hold your hips, the feel of your body making me high. You race to meet each thrust, not content to be passive. Your moans excite me, and as your climax overwhelms you, you ride my thrusts even harder than before. Before long we both come. You collapse against the railing, and I against you, and we slowly catch our breath, then return to the cool of the room.

-Jack

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

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

Showing Off

Last week we got a new laptop, our first with a built-in webcam. We've had webcams in the past, though always external, and we haven't used them much in the last year or so. So last night, in order to see how it worked (and hoping for the opportunity for a bit of fun), we logged into Yahoo! Chat for the first time in ages. Then we logged out, remembering immediately why we'd stayed away from them in the past.

Undaunted, we signed into Yahoo! using a couple of our older user IDs in the hopes of finding someone willing to cam with us. Between three IDs, two users from our buddy lists were online, and both were single males. We were hoping to find a couple or two, so we kept looking, keeping the single males in mind if all else failed. We did a couple searches of Yahoo! profiles using keywords like "cam", "c2c" and "couple", though most of the results were bots, male, or offline.

Having more or less abandoned hope that Yahoo! Messenger was going to be of any use to us, we racked our brains to remember the name of a free, non-Yahoo! video I.M. program we heard about from some friends, but couldn't. (The program is Eyeball Chat; it's installed on one of our other computers, but of course that fact eluded me until this morning.) It was getting late, so we conceded defeat.

While turning off the lights, I heard the familiar sound of an instant message coming through. It was from a Yahoo! user on our buddy list who we'd evidently chatted with before, though neither of us could recall any previous chat sessions. They were a couple, and although not local they seemed cool. We didn't waste much time in small talk before turning on our webcam and accepting their invitation to view theirs. We were relieved to see that they were both there, sitting in chairs in front of a desk, in what appeared to be a bedroom. They were attractive, in their forties although they looked younger, and in good shape. They were dressed modestly, the wife in a sweater and the husband in a tank top, though the webcam was quickly turned down to display his nakedness below the waist.

We watched for a few minutes as the wife gave him a blowjob, and then Jill began doing the same to me. They put on a great show, and we did too, although we had to stand up or else we would have been out of range of the built-in webcam. After awhile the other couple got on their bed. The wife got undressed and began to ride him. I continued to watch, and Jill eventually looked at their cam and noticed that they had taken it to the next level. After a moment's deliberation we decided to do the same. I took off my clothes and Jill stripped off her skirt, got on top and rode me, facing away from the webcam. Before long we had both almost forgotten that we were being watched (if we even still were), and we carried on as usual. We moved from cowgirl to doggy style, finishing up in missionary position with Jill's second orgasm and my first.

When we'd finished we returned to the laptop, pleased to see that our webcam was still broadcasting. Our friends had returned to their chair, where the wife was trying to get her husband off by mouth. Once again her efforts were exciting to watch, and before I knew it I was hard again. Jill got on her knees and began to stroke and suck my cock. As I enjoyed her efforts I continued watching the couple on the webcam. Before long, the husband came on his wife's generous breasts, which she squeezed together more for my (or her husband's) viewing pleasure than for any other reason. That's all I needed to push me over the edge, and I pulled out of Jill's mouth, stroking myself up against her breasts and showering them with my come.

After a moment, our audience stopped viewing, and logged out of Yahoo! Messenger without a word. All Jill could say was, "That was great."

-Jack

Sex When Company's Over, Part 2

This weekend we had some of Jill's family over. We spent Saturday seeing some local sights and doing fun tourist stuff. The day culminated with dinner out, and when we returned home we played a board game and killed a couple bottles of wine. Drinking wine makes Jill horny, and as we sat at the kitchen table playing our game, her arousal became evident as she started rubbing my crotch with her foot. Our guests continued playing, blissfully unaware of what was transpiring under the table.

When the game wrapped up, our guests went to bed. Jill and I stayed up for awhile, making out unabashedly on the couch. Eventually we went to bed as well, and continued making out there. It soon became evident that there was no way either Jill or myself was going to survive the night without sex. Aware of our guests in the next room, and knowing how difficult it is for us to be quiet when we're in the heat of passion, Jill suggested we move to the floor. We put down a couple blankets, lay on top of them and began kissing. After a moment, Jill moved me onto my back, kissed her way down my body and started going down on me. It was all I could do to keep from moaning with sheer pleasure, and when I remembered our company on the other side of our guest room wall, that increased my excitement tenfold.

Eventually, Jill climbed on top of me, sliding my cock inside of her. She began to ride me slowly, her thighs tight around my waist as I thrust up inside of her. I placed my hand between her legs so that my thumb was on her clit, and she leaned down so that her breasts were close to my mouth. I sucked one and then the other, alternating between the two while my hand continued to play with her clit. I could feel how wet she was, and she instinctively began to ride me harder and faster. After a few moments, her hip bumped the bed frame, which in turn caused the mattress to hit the headboard, and got her off her rhythm.

We got up and moved away from the bed, and at the same time Jill decided to get her toy. When she climbed back on top, she placed it between us and turned it on, bringing herself to a sudden climax. She continued to ride me through her orgasm, and went on to have another one, quieter this time, a few minutes later. Then she moved onto her back, spread her legs and invited me inside.

As always, the thought of a possible audience to our fun was very arousing, and this combined with the face-to-face intimacy we were sharing helped move me further toward orgasm. Jill urged me onward with whispered dirty talk, her feet locked behind my back and her heels drawing me ever deeper inside of her.

When I came, she took me into her hand, making it very difficult to keep quiet.

Because it was Jill's family - not her parents, but family nonetheless - in the guest room this weekend, we were forced to be a bit more inhibited, and not as free as we might have been had our guests been friends who were aware of our preoccupation with sex. But regardless of who was over, there was no way we were going to refrain.

-Jack

Simultaneous Orgasm

Personally, I think simultaneous orgasm is overrated. I know that some people make it out to be some kind of sexual end-all be-all, and Jill and I will both admit that it can be really great to have an orgasm at the very same moment the person you're with is having his or her own. It's definitely the kind of thing anyone would be lucky to experience at least once.

However, I personally enjoy Jill's orgasms too much to want to be caught up in my own while she's having them. I'd rather enjoy all the wonderful sights and sounds of her special moment, then work on mine, preferably with her help.

Today, I got home from work later than usual, but still walked into an empty house. I took a shower, and while I was washing my hair I was surprised by the feel of my wife's body pressing against mine. Unable to suppress a huge smile, I rinsed the shampoo off of my head and away from my eyes, then kissed her hello. Because of our different work schedules, we don't usually shower together in the morning. So, finding ourselves naked under the hot spray with nowhere to be, we decided to make it last.

Jill began by grabbing a bottle of body wash off the window sill, and slowly massaged it into my tired shoulders. As her hands traveled down my chest, I reached for her body wash, and started to do the same to her. By now she was working on my balls, so I started to soap up her breasts. Her nipples stood at attention, just as my cock was doing, and from there I moved down to her hips and her thighs. I turned her around and began to lather up her back, watching excitedly as the soap drizzled over her ass.

I moved my hand around her body, settling between her legs. As I pressed lightly on her clit, Jill exhaled, then leaned back to kiss me hard on the mouth. Then she took her mouth off of me, turned back around and we resumed the kiss, face to face this time. As we stood there, the water rinsing off of our soapy bodies, I replaced my hand on her clit and continued to fondle her. She reached down to my cock and took it in her hand, stroking it from tip to base as we kissed hungrily, barely stopping for breath. My hand burrowed further between her legs, nudging her thighs apart so that I could enter her with one finger, then two, continuing to work her clit with my thumb.

Jill stroked me faster, and I stepped up my own efforts until her climax was finally upon her. She took her mouth off of mine and buried her face in my shoulder. Her erotic moans combined with the feel of her hand stroking me intently led to my own orgasm. We held each other as we came, then caught our breath.

"That was amazing," said Jill when she could speak again.

-Jack

A Blast From the Past

This is a story I wrote for Jack when we first started dating. I was inspired to write it the first time we stayed the weekend at his parents' house, since they've got a pool, and skinny dipping turns me on. We didn't skinny dip that weekend, but after Jack read this story, he insisted we take another trip when they were out of town. Here is the story:

It was a hot summer day and you and I were in the pool. After a few minutes swimming, I decided to take off my suit, and you did the same. Hiding coyly under the water in an attempt to tease each other, we peeled off our clothes and tossed them up on the walkway. We continued swimming and playing in the water, this time completely naked.

Eventually I got out of the pool. As I stepped out onto the walkway, I could feel your eyes on me. It turned me on to know you were watching, looking at my body, maybe getting excited too. I pretended not to feel you staring as I lay down on a lounge chair on my back. I spread my legs and let them hang over the sides of the chair, squeezing my breasts together with my hands as I did. As I lay there, my toes gently brushed against the ground. I enjoyed the way the sun felt on my bare skin.

You continued to swim. By now I had turned over onto my stomach and I was watching you. Your body looked sleek and smooth as you stroked your way across the length of the pool. When you had swam close enough, I asked you to come and put sunscreen on me. Although the sun was hot, I really wanted to watch you climb out of the pool naked. I hadn’t gotten enough of an opportunity to look at your body while we were naked in the pool, and now was my lucky break.

You emerged from the water and climbed up the ladder toward the walkway. Your skin glistened under the bright glare of the sun. I focused first on your chest but after a heartbeat I looked down and saw your thick, veiny cock hanging limp. For an instant I was disappointed that you weren't hard already, but soon excitement took over.

You walked toward me, and I hoped you were as excited as I was. The tube of sunscreen was on the ground close to the chair. You picked it up and squeezed some out onto his hands. At first it felt cold on the small of my back, but as you began to spread it all over me, my heart beat faster and my body began to tingle. You moved up my shoulders and began to massage the lotion into them as well. As your hands traveled over my back again, I imagined where you would go next. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and my mind reeled with thoughts of your hands on my thighs, my ass, between my legs.

I told you how vulnerable my butt was to sunburn, and you moved down past my hips, your fingers working the last traces of sunscreen into my skin. Your hands gently caressed me, and I raised my ass up off of the lounge chair, hoping you would take my not-so-subtle hint and explore further. You did not disappoint, spreading me open and placing your fingers between my cheeks. You indulged me exquisitely, touching me all over until I was going crazy with lust.

I rolled over onto my back. You stared at my breasts, unable to hide your own desire. Looking up at you with what I hoped were pleading, hungry eyes, I asked you to put sunscreen on my front. You smiled, and I couldn’t help but notice your cock leap up, fully erect. You squeezed some more lotion out of the tube, and eagerly began to rub it all over my breasts. My nipples stiffened with anticipation as you touched them, coating them with sunscreen until it had dissolved under the sun’s heat. Your slick hands traveled down my legs, leaving the slightest traces of lotion as they went. Your hands settled into the warmth of my inner thighs, slowly making their way up toward my hot, juicy pussy.

The more you touched me, the more aroused he got. Your cock was thick, with a swollen red head. I licked my lips as I looked at it. I urged you closer to me and asked if I could return the favor. Without any second thoughts, you moved around the lounge chair. I closed my hand around your cock and began to stroke him up and down. You leaned over me and began to play with my breasts. As your slippery hands explored them, your cock grew even harder and began to throb in my fingers. Then you came closer and kissed my nipple, then began to suck on it. Your tongue swirled all around my breasts, covering every inch. At the same time, my stroking of your cock grew more focused and determined. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as we pleasured each other.

With my free hand, I opened my pussy for you, inviting you inside. You needed no coaxing before you slipped two fingers in. You found my G-spot easily, and with your thumb you fondled my clit like an expert, making me shudder with intense pleasure. As you stroked my G-spot, I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I felt my orgasm rushing through me, and I soaked your hand as I came. At the same time, you used your other hand to caress my breasts and nipples, and wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. When I had come back down, you leaned forward so that we could share a delicious, greedy kiss. We devoured each other’s tongues, and I was so overcome by passion that I pulled you down on top of me, alternating between stroking your cock up and down, and caressing the moist, fat head with the palm of my hand.

After a couple minutes, the kiss broke. Desperately eager for a taste of you, I slid down the lounge chair on my back so that my head was down between your legs. The sight of your cock above my face took my breath away. I licked my lips with anticipation, savoring what was to come for a long moment I wished would go on forever. Then I parted my lips and let you into my mouth. As you filled my mouth and slid deep into my throat, I became aware of your delightful fragrance and taste. You felt wonderful between my lips and on my tongue, and I wanted to devour you completely, to satisfy you and be totally satisfied by you in this way. I wanted to feel your orgasm in my mouth, to know that I had given you this pleasure. Still, I was conflicted: Where to take your sweet offering? I was indeed hungry to feel you on my tongue and gushing down my throat. But my pussy was aching for your release as well.

I continued to suck your cock deeply into my throat. Hearing your shallow, desperate breaths, feeling you tense up, I realized that you were close to a long-awaited orgasm. At the last second before you could come, I stopped sucking, pushed you onto the lounge chair and climbed on top of you, quickly and eagerly putting your cock inside of me. In less than a second you came in a chorus of loud moans and grunts, your cock erupting in an amazing orgasm.

You filled my pussy with spurt after spurt of cum. You came until I was certain I couldn’t take anymore, and I was afraid that I would explode from within. But as I felt the warmth filling me, and the sensation of your still-hard cock inside of me, I thrashed about on top of him trying to wring out any last drops.

I climbed off of you, and knelt down on the hot concrete, right between your legs. I took your juicy cock in my hand and rocked you slowly, easily making you hard again. When you were fully erect, I opened my mouth for you, and slid my lips all the way down your length. I could taste the traces of your cum all over your cock, and it increased my desire. Once you were re-engergized, you got up from the chair and began to quickly slide in and out of my throat. The taste of your cock turned me on, and I began to play with myself. As I rubbed my pussy vigorously, I could feel your cum dripping out onto my fingertips.

I could tell that you were close to another orgasm. You tensed up, your body sagging as your knees weakened. I continued touching myself as your breath started coming in short, desperate wheezes, and I took your cock deep into my throat, swallowing it down as far as it would go. In seconds we came together, and I listened to your loud moans as I gulped down every drop.

-Jill

Sex When Company's Over

Jill and I are experts when it comes to keeping quiet during sex. We've had enough practice at suppressing moans, mattress squeaks and other noise that we can do it when we need to, although neither of us enjoys being quiet. We have an exhibitionist streak, and our natural tendency is to be uninhibited and loud, or at least as loud as you're supposed to be when you're not worried about being overheard.

Last night we had a friend and former roommate of mine staying over. Once he went to bed, I headed into our room to join Jill, who I assumed was already sleeping, or maybe reading in bed. Instead I found her on top of the covers, playing with a toy. She had a porn DVD on mute, though at the moment she wasn't paying much attention to it. It looked like she had already come, and I guessed she planned to keep coming until I joined her.

As I took off my clothes, she came again, almost silently. As I got on the bed I heard the door to the guest bathroom closing, reminding both of us of our guest's presence in the house, which I know that I forgot about the instant I found my wife naked on our bed, legs splayed wide and in the midst of intense self-pleasure. I realized that, although we were going to have sex, it might be best to keep it quiet.

A quick aside: As I said before, our guest is a former roommate of mine. So it's not like the guy hasn't heard me getting laid before. But obviously the last thing Jill or I would want to do is risk making him feel uncomfortable. And yeah, I know what you're thinking: A little noise through the wall, courtesy of my wife, might have helped him get to sleep. But at the moment I wasn't even thinking about that. All I wanted to do was fuck.

I lay down near the edge of the bed and started to help Jill get off. With my mouth and my fingers I brought her to another orgasm, her fifth, she told me later. I continued to devour her all the way through it, until she gently pushed my face away from her.

"It's your turn," she said, and pulled me up to her so we could share a kiss. I was inside her in an instant, thrusting ever so slowly so as not to nudge the headboard against the wall, a dead giveaway if there ever was one. I maneuvered her onto her side and continued thrusting, aware that the mattress was squeaking ever so slightly.

I leaned over to kiss Jill's shoulder, the only part of her that I could easily reach. She moved her head toward me, trying in vain to touch my tongue with her own before her head fell back onto the bed. Still thrusting, the sounds of the mattress weren't loud as we were still moving slowly, but we were aware of them, moreso because the house was quiet. After a few moments, Jill asked if I wanted to move to the floor. Although I was beyond caring who heard us, I agreed.

We took advantage of this brief pause in the action to switch to doggy style once we were on the floor. I should point out that we both love doggy style. While we enjoy every position we can manage, Jill and I both agree that there's something inherently naughty about any position where you don't face each other. Plus, I really enjoy the view of her ass and her bare back. There's nothing not to like about doggy style, is there?

The only drawback that I can even think of is that I don't always come while we're doing doggy style. Jill arches her back pretty high, and when I kneel behind her it's harder for us to line up correctly, so I tend to squat or crouch behind her instead. This way I'm taller, and can actually get my cock inside of her. However, crouching or squatting for long periods of time tires my legs out. Well, last night as I was crouching behind her, deep inside of her, I became aware of the fact that she was only bracing herself against the floor with one hand, as the other was working on her clit. The realization of what she was doing was all I needed. I pulled out, and Jill whipped around, taking me into her mouth and finishing me off.

We took a shower and got back into bed. As we lay there, I asked Jill what she would have done if the door had opened while we were in the middle of it, perhaps if our guest had heard noises and decided to investigate. I like asking questions like these, especially during afterglow. Sometimes she'll come up with a very raunchy scenario involving the sort of things she'd never do in real life. This time, however, she said, "I guess we'd put on a show."

-Jack

Our First Time - Jack's Version

Jill and I first slept together on our third date. We went to dinner and a movie, and afterwards, she asked if I’d like to go to her place. I’d been on enough dates to know what that meant.

We were standing in her bedroom, ostensibly trying to decide what movie to watch from her modest collection of DVDs and VHS tapes. As I stood beside her, the smell of her perfume wafting up to my nose, I was emboldened. Having already seen one movie that night – and reasonably certain that she didn’t invite me in to watch a movie – I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back, her tongue quickly snaking in and out of my mouth as mine did the same.

In seconds we were on her bed, still kissing. I slid my hand under her skirt and began to touch her. As my fingers found wet flesh beneath her panties, Jill was taking my cock out of my pants. Before I had time to appreciate the anticipation, I was on the receiving end of the best blowjob I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want it to stop, knowing full well that if she kept it up I’d come a lot quicker than I planned to.

As though she could sense my impending climax, Jill stopped. We took off our clothes and when she lay back down I kissed her again. I began to touch her again, and began to kiss her all over. I sucked on her neck, grazed over her shoulders, and kissed my way down and back up each arm, stopping to savor each finger on each hand. I sucked her nipples, licked my way down her stomach and over her hips, kissed every inch of each thigh down to her feet and back up.

By now Jill was moaning softly. I began to lap at her clit, and her soft moans grew more intense. She put her hands in my hair, almost as though trying to steer me exactly where she wanted me to go. She tasted sweet, not unlike peaches, and just as I didn’t want her oral ministrations to end, I didn’t want to stop giving her the same. She came quickly, then kissed me hard. The ferocity with which she kissed me was a huge turn-on, even more so given that she must have been able to taste herself on me.

I put my cock inside of her, at last, and started thrusting. Though we started out with me on top, it wasn’t long before we switched places. Jill seemed to come quickly, and often. The sex was perfect, utterly phenomenal. Our bodies fit perfectly together, and as we tried position after position, there wasn’t a single one that we found uncomfortable or forced.

Much later, I finally came, and we lay together in silence, holding each other as we fell asleep. The following morning, we started all over again.

Our First Time - Jill's Version

I first had sex with Jack much sooner than I was raised to believe a lady should. We had been on a couple dates, and it had been less than two weeks since we first met.

Our first "date" was a casual mid-week trip to Starbucks for coffee and an intimate chat. The second date was dinner followed by ice cream. Our third date was the first time we saw each other on a weekend. We went to a movie - he suggested Ladykillers, even though I would much rather have seen The Punisher - and then took a walk. We stopped at a pizza place we both liked and enjoyed a couple of slices and more conversation. Sometime during our dinner I decided I wanted him to stay the night. It was a Saturday, neither of us had to get up early the next morning, and I wanted to get to know Jack as intimately as possible. And I wanted him to get to know me the same way.

I had no desire to play hard to get, and when we finished our dinner I suggested we return to my place. He'd only been there once before, when he picked me up earlier that evening. As we went inside, I showed him my living room and asked if he'd like to watch television or a movie. I had a few DVDs, mostly chick flicks but I also had Goodfellas and Young Frankenstein. Jack said he'd love to watch a movie with me, and I took him into my bedroom, where I kept my DVDs at the time. Even though I'm sure it sounds like I brought him into the bedroom to seduce him, that was not what I had planned.

We stood in front of the shelf where I stored my small DVD collection, and after perusing it for a minute or two, he put his hand on my back. My entire body felt like it was electrified. My heart pounded, and I turned to meet his kiss. My hands were in his hair, and his were on my breasts. Our tongues met between our mouths and we kissed long and very slowly. My hands moved down his body, settling between his legs where I felt him hard and ready. Responding to my touch he lifted my skirt so that it gathered at my waist and began to fondle me as well.

I backed him up against my bed and we fell onto it, still locked in a delicious, hungry kiss. I got on top of him, straddling his waist, and when our kiss broke I reached down to open his pants and free his hardness. I took him into my mouth, feeling how responsive he was to me. Before long I was more aroused than he was. I stripped off my skirt, then removed my top as he took off his own clothes. We made out on the bed for awhile, touching each other, and then he slid down the bed so he could go down on me. I was already very wet, and very close to coming. When my first orgasm was inevitable, I hoped I wouldn't be too loud or obvious, because I didn't want him to stop. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about.

I rode a wave of orgasms that seemed like they would go on forever. When he finally stopped, I had lost count of how many I'd had. I pulled him up so I could kiss him again, and while we kissed I felt his cock slip inside of me. He raised my legs up so that my feet were on his shoulders, and began to fuck me like I'd never had it before. We continued in that position until we needed a change of pace. We rolled over, with him still inside me, and I rode him until I came yet again, collapsing on top of him and kissing him passionately. When I'd caught my breath, Jack put me down on the bed, then lifted up my hips so that my ass was right in his face. He then proceeded to go down on me, practically burying his face in my pussy from behind. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he started using his fingers too, and I came again almost instantly.

The next time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 in the morning! I was exhausted, but I didn't want to stop. I was on my hands and knees, with Jack behind me, as deep inside me as he could get. I wanted him to come so bad. When he finally climaxed he let out an intense moan that let me know that he was having as much fun as I was. Finally he lay down on his back, and I lay beside him, draping my arm across his chest. We kissed again, and then while we were lying there in silence I toyed with the idea of telling Jack that he was the best lover I had ever had, that no man had ever made me feel the way he did. But I decided not to. After all, I didn't want to scare him away. There would be plenty of time for such revelations later.

-Jill

Middle-of-the-Night Sex

At around two o'clock on Sunday morning, Jill woke me up. We were in the guest room at her parents' house, where we spent the weekend. As I became aware of her voice, whispering in my ear and asking if I was awake, I opened my eyes to the dark bedroom.

"Want to have sex?" I asked dreamily. I was half-asleep and only half-serious. Jill replied by kissing me hungrily on the mouth, and suddenly I was wide awake and completely aroused. We were both already naked, and she started to touch me, a favor I gladly and eagerly returned. Jill was already wet, and as I played with her she released my cock from her hand and lay down on her back.

I kissed my way down her neck, over her breasts and down her stomach. I climbed off the foot of the bed and knelt down, then pulled her to the edge of the bed. As I settled down between her warm thighs, I quickly found what I was looking for in spite of the darkness. As I began to enjoy her, I reached up to take her breasts into my hands and caressed them, stroking her already-hardened nipples with my fingers.

I moved one hand down her body and began to play with her as I teased her swollen clit with my tongue and my lips. As I worked two fingers in and out of her juicy lips, I continued to lick and suck her delicious pussy until she had the quietest orgasm I could have imagined, her moans undoubtedly muffled by her pillow.

"Your turn," she said once she had caught her breath. I felt her climbing down off of the bed. She lay down on the floor and took me into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working over every inch of my cock, and when I got close to the edge, she stopped and pulled me down on top of her. In seconds I was deep inside of her, her legs locked around my waist just tight enough that I could thrust into her. Our mouths met, and we kissed passionately.

I couldn't hold out much longer. "Come in me," Jill whispered in my ear. Hearing her request, feeling her breath on my earlobe, I had no choice but to comply. As I filled her up, she moaned softly and tightened her feet behind my back, drawing me deeper inside of her.

Then we got into bed and went back to sleep.

-Jack