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Sunday, February 19

We spent most of the day out of the house, and didn’t return to Jack’s parents’ until late in the evening.  For various reasons, sex was on our minds pretty much all day, so we made sure to take advantage after the baby had gone to sleep.  As Jack and I were both tired, we managed a quickie.  It was short and sweet.  We both came, and neither of us was left wanting more.  That’s all that matters, isn’t it?

Monday, February 20

Jack and I woke up early, around 6:00, for another quickie.  As we were still staying with Jack’s parents, we knew the baby was in capable hands.  Jack and I were both tired, so I used my vibrator on my clit while Jack fucked me.  I came first, and when Jack did  I took him in my mouth.  By doing so I avoided having to take a shower right away, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms until around nine-thirty, then had sex again.  This time Jack gave me oral and fingered me, and in no time at all it was apparent that I was going to have to shower sooner rather than later.  We fucked, and just for good measure, Jack came on my stomach and my tits.  We showered together afterwards.

We left Jack’s parents’ house late Monday night, and by the time we got home it was well after midnight.  We both wanted sex, but we were too tired.  Sleep won.

Tuesday, February 21

We had an early start this morning, so there was no sex while we waited for the baby to wake up.  I didn’t even get off in the shower.  Actually, I didn’t get off in the shower much this week.  This is at least partially because I was off work all week, and didn’t start my day as early as I normally do.  Because of this, the baby often wanted to shower with me.  Silly kid.

We spent the morning at appointments and running errands.  We’d made arrangements to drop the baby off with a babysitter for a couple hours, ostensibly so we could get some things done around the house.  Technically this was true.  Of course, what we were doing around the house was having lots of orgasms.  With the baby gone, we put on some porn, and the sex began with Jack giving me oral atop the Liberator Throe.  I had four or five orgasms from his tongue alone.  Then I rode him while fingering my clit, and I came twice more.  By this point the Throe was pretty much soaked.

I wanted doggy style next, and Jack gladly obliged.  He didn’t last as long as he usually does, and after about five minutes or so he came all over my ass.  I toweled off, then lay back down and used my Eroscillator on myself. While I played, I coaxed Jack to my mouth and gave him head as I enjoyed myself.  I came twice more, and Jack fucked me missionary until he came.  We took a short nap, then a shower, and picked up the baby.

That night I gave Jack oral on the balcony.  He came in my mouth, then we did doggy style and he fingered me to a really intense orgasm.  There’s something about being outside, even when it’s cold, that really turns us on.  We definitely enjoy indulging our exhibitionist side.

Wednesday, February 22

Just in case anyone thinks that our life is a non-stop parade of sex thanks to an incredibly cooperative child who can somehow sense when her Mommy and Daddy need their alone time and gladly sits quietly in her room until we’ve both gotten off, today was a bit frustrating.  Make no mistake, Jack and I had sex.  But we had more unsuccessful attempts than we had successes.  In the afternoon, we put the baby in her pen.  (There was no chance of her napping, as she’d fallen asleep for about ten minutes while we were out running errands, and once she woke we knew she wouldn’t be sleeping again until she went to sleep for the night.)  We had a TNH picture to shoot, and we managed that.  But afterwards, when we got into bed, it became apparent that the baby wasn’t happy with her forced incarceration.  There was no way either Jack or I could focus on the task at hand.  We gave up and let her out of the pen,

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, she was pretty needy.  The only time she left my side was when Jack went into our bedroom to watch porn and get off.  She knocked on the door and called, “Daddy, where are you?” until he admitted defeat.  She’s just too adorable, and with her calling him there was no way he could focus on quadruple-penetration or whatever the hell he might have been watching long enough to have an orgasm.  Fortunately, I did manage to put her to bed by 7:30, and sex began around 8:15 and lasted until almost 1:00.  There was a lot of foreplay including oral and fisting.  I lost count at a dozen orgasms, while Jack had three, all from intercourse and all in my mouth.  I really love his cum.

Thursday, February 23

This was the one morning this week when I showered alone and managed to get off.  I used one of my waterproof vibrators and fantasized about a hot online friend of ours.  The last few months I think I’ve fantasized about sex with women more than any other scenario with the possible exception of one-on-one sex with Jack (which believe it or not is a very frequent fantasy of mine).  That means more than group sex, more than two guys at once, more than men who aren’t Jack, and more than watching and/or being watched.  Coincidentally, Thursday afternoon we had lunch with our friend M, who happens to be the only woman I’ve had sex with.  Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, thanks more to the fact that we met at her office and less to the fact that she’s in a monogamous relationship.

After we got home from lunch, the baby napped and we had sex.  It lasted about an hour, which I think is average for us these days.  Jack only came once, though I didn’t hear him complaining.  I came several times, all from simultaneous oral and fingering.  I liken a series of orgasms like this to a string of firecrackers.  No sooner has one gone off than the rest of them are popping, one after the other.  That’s what my orgasms are like sometimes, and as I’ve said before it can be very difficult to keep track of them when they all run together like that.

We (meaning mostly Jack) had a lot of blogging to do on Thursday night.  He had two Flash Fiction Friday stories to write, and we had to do a Formspring Friday feature as well.  While he worked on getting everything typed up, formatted, and scheduled to post on Friday, I took a much-needed nap on the couch.  The baby was long asleep and I actually slept very well.  Then, when I woke probably around one or so, he’d gotten everything done and was ready for sex.  We made do with a quickie.  We both came, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  It was wonderful.

Friday, February 24

We put the baby in her pen so we could shower together.  We made sure to give her plenty of things with which to occupy herself.  The best thing about putting her in the pen and taking a shower is that if she gets upset and wants out, we can’t hear her.  Unlike Wednesday, when we tried having sex, the water drowns out her pleas for release.  And it’s not like anything is ever wrong.  She isn’t yelling for us because she got hurt or is scared or anything.  She just wants to get out.  I gave Jack head while he shampooed my hair.  He came, and I nearly did.  He finished me off by hand.

While the baby napped in the afternoon, we had sex again.  This time, Jack lubed up his hand and fisted me.  Obviously there is no way for me to accurately report how many orgasms I had.  When Jack asked, I told him that I “lost count at a million.”  If the orgasms I had on Thursday were like a string of firecrackers, the ones I had on Friday were a nuclear missile.  The first time he fisted me I think I blacked out.  When he stopped he slowly withdrew his hand and the sensations were so intense that I cried.  This happens sometimes if my orgasms are really intense, and this time they were.  Jack held and caressed me for about ten minutes and then I asked him to do it again.  This time I don’t think I blacked out, or even came close to blacking out, but I definitely cried.  That shows just how intense and emotional fisting can be.  My reactions are so primal that I can’t control them.  But part of the appeal is that I don’t want to control them.

After Jack took his fist out of me the second time, he held me until I calmed down, and we dozed off.  When we woke I wanted him inside me, and we had sex in the missionary position.  When he climaxed I took him in my mouth, swallowing hungrily.  I couldn’t get enough, and I wrung out every last drop.  It was almost as though I was trying to maintain the emotional connection that had been made when he fisted me.

Friday night, we made out on the couch.  It occurred to us that it was the same couch and in fact the exact same room where we first had sex almost a decade ago.  That night, we began with a very similar makeout session.  The only difference is that there was no baby sleeping elsewhere in the house.  Before long we found ourselves in bed, entwined naked in each other’s arms.  The sex was quick, passionate, even forceful.  I came twice, once from fingering and once from the sex itself.  Jack came once.

Saturday, February 25

It probably seems like a waste of a Saturday, but no sex occurred today.  We assure you that it wasn’t for lack of desire.