We didn’t expect to top Week 1, and just for the purposes of full disclosure we most certainly did not.  So if you’re hoping to read that we had sex while skydiving or something, maybe we’ll be able to report that next week.  Still, Week 2 was a lot of fun, and we hope you enjoy reading about it as much as we enjoyed making it happen.

Today was Super Bowl Sunday, and we made a very public bet (on Twitter) that if the Patriots won, Jack got to fuck me, but if the Giants won, Jack got to fuck me.  These are the kinds of bets we like.  When the Giants won the game, that was our cue to retreat to our bedroom, where Jack fisted me atop our Liberator Throe.  When Jack fists me he makes almost constant contact with my G-spot, which leads to the most intense orgasms.  I came so many times that I lost count, which is why we’ve decided to forego the ongoing orgasm tally we shared last week.  The way I have orgasms, it would be impossible to keep a running total.  Fisting is also incredibly intimate.  I find that my connection to Jack is somehow more emotional when we are this close, even moreso in some ways than when we are having intercourse.  Beyond the intense feelings that come from being fisted and having my G-spot stimulated, I am sometimes overwhelmed by feelings of love.

I’d been eager to taste Jack’s orgasm all day, so once I’d started to come down from my high, we had sex in the missionary position.  We like missionary a lot more than one might expect.  Sometimes we really need the face-to-face intimacy and the ability to kiss that missionary provides.  This particular instance was no different, as after the fisting it was nice to be able to sustain that close feeling I had enjoyed.  While he fucked me, Jack fingered my clit.  It didn’t take me very long to cum again, and when I did my vaginal contractions triggered his own orgasm.  Between moans of pleasure I summoned him up to my mouth, and swallowed deeply as we climaxed together.

Even though my pussy was no longer tender, I got off with my toy again, rather than the showerhead.  It took me longer to climax, and I ran late for work, but I had a great day at least in part because of my orgasm.  I even had a nice little fantasy about a fellow blogger I flirted with the day before.  Sometimes the showerhead gets me off so quickly that I just don’t have the time to fantasize.  After I left, Jack got the baby up, dressed, and fed, and left her watching a little TV while he got off looking at sexy blogs and #tittytuesday pictures on Twitter.  He came again later that afternoon while the baby napped as well.  I know that it’s uncommon for Jack to masturbate more than once in a single day, and I’m always glad when he finds the time.  I’m gladder still when he texts me to tell me what he’s doing, or better yet, sends me a picture.

After the baby had gone to sleep, we started fooling around on the couch in the living room.  One of our daughter’s weird electronic toys kept making noise, so we moved into the bedroom where there are far fewer distractions.  Jack fingered my pussy while going down on me, and I came several times (one huge one, and then a few aftershocks).  I was totally relaxed and satisfied, so it was Jack’s turn.  I bent over the bed and he fucked me from behind, and then we climbed up on the bed to continue with doggy style.  I wanted Jack to cum on me, so we transitioned into missionary, and when he came he hopped up to his feet, stood over me, and stroked himself to completion.  Needless to say, a shower followed.

Later that night while I slept, Jack lay beside me and got himself off one more time.  I’m a pretty sound sleeper, especially when I’m exhausted, as I was on Tuesday.  In fact, the only reason I know he did this is that I found a picture of him doing it in my incoming texts when I woke on Wednesday morning.

I was off work today, so my morning was much more leisurely than it usually is, despite the fact that the baby was up really early.  I didn’t get off in the shower.  Instead, Jack and I had sex out on our balcony while the baby played and read books in her room.  We had almost ninety minutes to ourselves, so we started with Jack fingering me and then fucking me up against the balcony wall.  (It’s more of a deck, I guess.  There isn’t a railing or anything.  I’m honestly not sure what to call it.)  After I came I gave Jack head, but stopped before he came and he fucked me.  When he came he pulled out and I stroked his cock up against my tits.  So hot!

That afternoon the baby took a four-hour nap.  We enjoyed a nice, long repeat of the morning.  We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary (by our standards, anyway).  No fisting, no anal, no bondage, no camming.  We simply had sex, both of us mentioning at least once or twice how wonderful it is to have a child who cooperates when her Mommy and Daddy want to have sex.  It reminded us of last July when, despite a busy travel schedule, we managed to have sex at least once a day, sometimes twice, when the baby slept.  In the end, Jack left me covered in sweat and dripping with cum.  To top it off, we managed a much-needed nap as well.

I started my day with another shower orgasm, this one with the showerhead.  Jack had two orgasms, both during the baby’s nap.  We were occupied with non-sexual things during the evening, and it wasn’t until around one AM that we actually had sex.  It was more or less a quickie, but we both came.  I had three orgasms from a combination of fingering, oral, and my Erosicillator.  Jack fucked me doggy style, and came in my mouth.  

We both got off in the shower this morning, albeit an hour or so apart.  Although we were heading out of town to visit Jack’s aunt and uncle, we managed a quickie as soon as I got home from work.  Unfortunately, the baby woke shortly after I walked in, and we put her in her playpen with some toys and books within reach, and cartoons on the television.  I’d given Jack a suggestion of what I wanted to do (“I’m going to get off while sucking your cock, then you’re going to explode down my throat”), and he didn’t object.  I used my Eroscillator, and I came shortly before Jack did.  When we were finished we took a shower, and I noticed that I’d left a pretty big hickey on Jack’s neck.  We ended up leaving about an hour and fifteen minutes later than we initially planned, but neither of us was complaining.

There was a family function today, so Jack’s parents came down to his aunt and uncle’s house as well.  We all spent the day together.  The only sex that occurred was a quickie that Jack and I attempted to have in the guest room late Saturday afternoon while his parents, aunt, and uncle looked after the baby.  Then Jack’s mom knocked on the guest room door and said they were leaving.  That totally threw off our rhythm.  We left soon after, and after stopping for dinner and a long car ride home, we were both way too tired for anything beyond cuddling and making out.  I think we fell asleep mid-makeout.