Formspring Friday: So Seductive

Have you two ever teamed up to seduce anyone? Just a fantasy I share with my wife that I hope to achieve one day.
That sounds like a really sexy idea!  To tell the truth, such a specific scenario really hadn’t occurred to us.  While seduction is undoubtedly sexy, the truth is that when we’ve had threesomes in the past – and for the record it’s been quite awhile – everyone was usually on equal footing, with no specific individual the seducer as opposed to the seducee and all participants receiving comparable attention.
I suppose that the first time we had a threesome Jack would have been the seducee, with the other woman and I acting as the seducers.  It was Jack’s birthday and I wanted to make it extra memorable for him.  After a dip in the hot tub, we all went upstairs to our bedroom where the two of us put on lingerie and slowly undressed each other, giving Jack a very sexy show.  
But was it seduction?  To me, seduction implies enticing someone to do something he or she wouldn’t normally do.  And that definition certainly doesn’t describe what happened that night.  Jack was willing and eager, holding out longer than either of us thought possible for the purposes of prolonging the excitement.  Frankly, the fact that he held out as long as he did before he pounced on us was nothing short of a miracle.
So no, we haven’t teamed up to seduce anyone yet.  Jack and I waited a couple months before answering this question as we hoped to have a much sexier answer than “Not yet”, but despite our best efforts the opportunity to seduce a willing third for the purposes of this blog post failed to materialize.  
Don’t give up hope!  We have it on good authority that we will have the chance to change our answer from “Not yet” to “Yes, and it was fucking hot!” in just a few short months, max.
Edited November 7, 2012:  As of last night, we can officially change our answer from “Not yet” to “Yes, and it was fucking hot!”  A brief account of the threesome in question can be found here; for more information on the lucky(?) object of our affections check out Sexy Smile’s Sinful Suburban Life.  Note that she is even hotter in person than she comes across on her blog.
If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!  To see who else participated this week, visit Twitter and search for #FormspringFriday!
-Jill

Flash Fiction Friday: Settling Up

“It’s your lucky day.  Since you’ve been such a good little bitch all week, you get to fuck one of us.”
He hadn’t meant to smile, but he did.  His voice was quiet.  “Thanks.”
“Thanks, what?”  Her rebuke startled him.
“Thanks, Mistress.”
“We flipped a coin and Joelle lost, so you’ll be fucking her.”  Bill looked to the other side of the room where the other woman was attaching a camera to a tripod.  He raised his eyebrows suggestively.  “I’ll be recording it,” Sylvia continued.  “The first time you step out of line, the video gets sent to your wife.”
Bill didn’t care.  He hadn’t been allowed to get off all week, though he’d snuck off and rubbed one out behind the cabana the night before last.  Both women would have been upset with him if they knew.  “I’ll behave,” he said, engrossed in his own excitement.
“That’s right,” Sylvia said.  “You will be very good.”
“There’s one catch,” Joelle began as she climbed onto the bed.  As she spoke, the door opened and Adrian entered.  He was a bartender Joelle had been flirting with all week.
“Aw, come on!” Bill protested as the other man undressed.
“Just close your eyes, Useless, and pretend it’s Sylvia with her strap-on.” (209/209)
Behind the Scenes
This story is a follow-up to two of my earlier Flash Fiction Friday stories entitled “Cooling Off” and “Fighting Back“.  If you’ve not yet read them, you should.

I initially had trouble with this prompt.  This photo doesn’t depict my preferred threesome scenario, so it doesn’t bring to mind a lot of ideas.  While I normally have no trouble thinking outside my own sphere of experience, when I saw the prompt photo on Monday night I couldn’t think of anything.  Rather than force it, though, I decided to sleep on it and try again on Tuesday.  
On Tuesday I gave it another look and was again frustrated by my inability to come up with something.  Jill pointed out that, unlike some previous Flash Fiction Friday prompts, notably last week’s, this one didn’t really suggest a story to me; it was simply a straightforward picture that more or less speaks for itself.  So I had to really give it some thought.  None of the participants look sufficiently surprised or taken aback to suggest that someone was caught off-guard, and that was really all I had.
Then it hit me:  How about bringing back Sylvia, Joelle, and Bill, the trio who’d appeared in my two previous stories?  Once that thought crossed my mind, the rest was easy.  Everything came together perfectly in my mind and once I sat down to write, the story almost told itself.  I realize that the individuals in the prompt photo do not resemble their counterparts from previous prompts, but like the Griswold children in the National Lampoon’s Vacation movies, we can chalk this up to recasting.
My first draft was exactly 209 words, which happens to be the limit.  I frequently write a story that is exactly the maximum amount of words, but I don’t think I’ve ever done so in my first draft.  Of course, as is typical I forgot to include the required word, “…engrossed…”  However, a couple words dropped and a couple words added, and I was back up to 209.
Deleted Scenes
None, although originally the coin flip was to occur during the story.  When it became clear that I would never make it within the 209-word limit, I dropped the coin flip and made reference to it having already occurred.  I also had to excise a bit more descriptive detail that just didn’t fit.
Soundtrack
I’m inclined to go with “Master and Servant” by Depeche Mode.  However, while the lyrics certainly fit, the tempo is a bit faster-paced than I think this story needs.  I much prefer the tempo and the overall sound of “Venus in Furs” by Velvet Underground.
Additionally, while I’m not a fan of country music, both “Shameless” by Garth Brooks and “Honey I’m Home” by Shania Twain nicely capture two different perspectives on femdom that could work for this story depending on your tastes.
Programming Note
We’ll be out of town for the next two weeks, and may or may not have internet access, even on our phones.  While I will make every effort to participate in Flash Fiction Friday on July 13 and July 20, if we don’t it’s just because we’re unable, not because we’ve in any way lost interest in the meme.

Number Five Hundred

This is our five-hundredth post.  We considered doing something enormous, something epic, to commemorate the milestone.  There are a few reasons why we ultimately did not.

For one thing, we couldn’t rent a hall big enough to accommodate the party we were hoping to throw.  Even if one had been available, our funds are grossly insufficient to fly each and every one of you out to party with us.  So that was out.

We thought about posting some sort of picture that would reflect our new post-count; we did one such post when we hit four hundred, and now drawing “500” on Jill’s ass with a Sharpie seems like the worst kind of redundancy.  So we didn’t do that.

We wanted to get all stat-crazy and include a breakdown of the number of times we’ve posted different memes and such over the last five hundred posts, i.e. forty-two TMI Tuesdays, sixteen HNTs, twenty-nine Retro HNTs, twenty-four Sinful Sundays, etc.  That sounded like a lot of work, and while we’re far from lazy we’ve also written and scheduled eighteen posts this week, some of which have already been published, and some of which will be published over the next couple weeks while we’re away on vacation.  So actually sitting down and counting posts seemed like an asinine thing to do.  Contrary to popular belief, we do occasionally enjoy sleeping.

We considered linking to our favorite posts of the last three-plus years, but this sounded almost as labor-intensive as the previous idea.  At any rate, how would we even go about determining our favorite posts?  And just how many posts would we be able to choose?  One favorite?  Impossible.  Ten favorites?  Fifty?  I’m certain that narrowing five hundred posts down to fifty would also be difficult, though doable.  But when you’re narrowing anything down to one-tenth of the whole, why bother?  At that point we might as well just tell visitors to pick a random post from the archives and enjoy.

No, we ultimately decided to do none of these things.  Instead, this is just a quick acknowledgement.  It’s not much to look at, is it?  Not what you’d expect for half a thousand.  Just a crappy stock graphic at the top.  Kind of lame, really.  We’re almost ashamed that we even bothered.  Why call attention to such a grand milestone if you’re going to do it so half-assed?  Oh well.  Hopefully posts number 501 will be more engrossing.

To all those who have supported us on this journey, we thank you sincerely.  Whether you’ve posted a comment, shared your thoughts with us on Twitter or via e-mail, or even just contributed to the sometimes prodigious page view count on our posts, we want you to know that we might not have made it this far without you.  While we blog primarily for our own reasons, independent of the community aspect of blogging, we greatly appreciate your taking the time to stop by.  We hope you’ll stick around, because there’s plenty more to come.

Oh, what the hell.  Here’s a picture.

“Why did they write ‘sod’ on that balloon?”

Wicked Wednesday: Room 172

The chain that once held the iron gate shut tight now hung limp and lifeless, rusty broken links scattered on the cement below.  He shoved the gate, surprised at just how weak and brittle it felt against his hands.  It creaked open slowly, and he pulled her inside.
The grounds beyond the gate were a mess of unruly weeds.  Ancient trees loomed overhead, unrestrained branches casting a pall of darkness that seemed foreboding even in daylight.  The narrow footpath – or rather the portion that wasn’t covered by weeds – was speckled by fuzzy green moss that seemed to be spreading the further they walked.
“Jimmy, I wanna do it in one of the cells.  You think we can?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said.  “We’ll do it in all of them.”
The footpath twisted and turned through a jungle of overgrown crabgrass and foxtails.  The path led them to the main house, a dark and lifeless edifice dating back almost two hundred years.  The facade loomed over them as they approached, long shadows staring at them through broken windows.  
Crumbling brick and tiny bits of glass crunched beneath their feet as they walked up the staircase.  There was no door; the entryway was dark, cavernous.  They stood there for a moment, staring inside.
“You ain’t gonna chicken out, are ya?” she asked him.
“No way,” he said, though his voice was shaky.  His nerves stood in stark contrast against her fearlessness as she stepped inside, her jacket already off and cast to the floor before she’d crossed the entryway.  As she took off her T-shirt she broke into a run, by this time almost out of sight.  As she turned the first corner he gave chase, doing his best to ignore the nagging voice in his head, the one telling him that they shouldn’t be there, that he was afraid, that it could be dangerous.
He raced after her, encountering discarded clothing strewn about the gloomy corridor.  By the time he caught up to her a tiny pair of pink panties was all that kept her from nakedness.  His heart pounded now, less from the physical exertion and more from his own pervading sense of dread.
“You’re a lot less naked than I am,” she said, and pulled him close.  They kissed hungrily, demonstratively, his hands groping her body before sliding beneath the waistband of her panties and sliding them down to her calves.  She reached down to help, stepping out of them and leaving them forgotten on the floor.
She untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head.  Then she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans while he used his feet to take off his shoes.  They continued to kiss after both were naked, their hands roaming over the other’s body until they could stand it no longer.
“You want to go into one of the rooms?” he asked.
“One of the cells?” she clarified.  “Hell yeah!”  She walked further down the hall, her slender body moving gracefully until she stopped at the last door, and opened it.  Room 172.  My old room.
That’s where I found them.
-Jack

Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week
Source: pxleyes.com

Wicked Wednesday

TMI Tuesday: July 3, 2012 – Rehash

Courtesy of PJ Perez

This week’s questions are republished from November 23, 2010.  Prior to that, they were posted at the original TMI Tuesday blog on September 14, 2009.  We answered them then, and we are well aware that we could simply phone it in this week.  But for the sake of documenting our personal growth – or lack thereof – we are going to answer them all again.

Jack’s Answers

1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening?
This is the third time we’ve answered this question.  While we missed it in 2010, we answered it in 2009, along with the rest of this week’s questions; and again in March of this year when it was included in a “best-of” TMI Tuesday questions list.  Rather than going off on a snarky rant about how Sunday Stealing used to be the repetitive meme, I think I’ll skip this question, as nothing has changed in the last four months.

2. Have you ever streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
In 2009, I made reference to an incident in which I was hot tubbing with a small group of friends, and found myself without a towel, or my swimming trunks.  When it came time to get out of the hot tub, rather than worry about my lack of coverage, I just got out and hunted down a towel.  Since 2009, I’ve been partially or totally naked at a sex club, and on a beach on Christmas Eve.

3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
My 2009 answer was:

Yes. In my early twenties I would occasionally go out with one person on Friday night and a different person on Saturday night. Didn’t happen every week, by any means; I was never that kind of guy. But that handful of times, I felt like a pimp.

In 2012, that’s still true.  I haven’t dated since 2009.

4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
In 2009, I stated that the farthest things had ever gone in a movie theater was manual stimulation.  What better venue for an illicit handjob than a darkened movie theater.  I’ve also done some fingering in a movie theater, though hitherto never to Jill.  And if it’s not Jill, what’s the point?  However, as depicted in a recent Wicked Wednesday post, several months after the original answer was posted I went quite a bit farther than I ever had.  Jill gave me head (not to climax), and I fingered her (to climax).  
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
In 2009, I said, “Oh yeah! In fact, earlier this summer Jill and I performed for a male friend of ours, after about two years of him beating around the bush about it.”  While the incident described in my original answer made for a pretty exciting experience, I’ve always been more interested in having a woman watch than a guy, presumably because I’m attracted to women.  However, since 2009 we’ve been watched by our friend M, although strictly speaking she wasn’t exactly a non-participant; she just wasn’t doing anything with us right at that moment.  We’ve also had same-room sex with another couple.  I’m not sure if this counts, as while the other couple wasn’t participating with us, they were technically still participating.
Jill’s Answers
1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening?
My original answer, which I reaffirmed in March, still holds true.  I have slept in the same bed as a member of the opposite sex without anything out of the ordinary occurring, though not lately.
2. Have you ever streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
Jack says that my new answer to this question earns me the “Most Changed” award.  In 2009 I said, “although I fantasize about attending sex clubs, having sex in public, and other scenarios of this type, in reality I have self-esteem issues which inhibit me from prancing around naked. Don’t get me wrong – I wish I didn’t have these inhibitions.”  Since then, I have attended a sex club where I partially exposed myself and had sex with Jack in front of a crowd.  I have also been completely naked on a clothing optional beach.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
My 2009 answer was, “I’m pretty sure I never did this. In the past I only dated one guy at a time.”  It’s still true.  If we ever start dating other people again, I’ll be sure to adjust my answer.
4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
I said in 2009 that while I’d done my share of fooling around in a car at a drive-in, I hadn’t done anything too daring in a movie theater.  “Of the men I have been involved with, Jack is probably the only one who would’ve been inclined to go beyond making out at a movie theater, and he’s probably too afraid of arrest to try it now.”  Turns out I was wrong!  When I was pregnant with our daughter, I gave Jack a blowjob (and he fingered my pussy) in an otherwise empty theater.  I don’t know if we were thinking of it as our “last hurrah” before the responsibilities of parenthood began, but it was really hot, and the risk of being caught in the act provided a huge thrill.  This incident is the basis for a recent Wicked Wednesday post.
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
As I said the first time, I once fooled around with a guy on the beach.  We didn’t actually have penetrative sex, but we were for all intents and purposes naked.  People were walking by, and though I don’t remember for certain, I can’t imagine that a few passersby didn’t stop to gawk at us.  Also, I once had sex with a guy I was dating while his roommate watched.  I’m not sure if he qualifies as “non-participating” since he was masturbating.
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Blogging on Vacation

This is not a picture of me.  Sorry, ladies.

If you follow our Twitter accounts, you may have noticed from our tweets that we were on vacation last week.  We didn’t go anywhere exotic or out of the ordinary, but we had fun swimming, lying on a beach in the sun, roasting marshmallows, relaxing, and having lots of sex.

You may not have realized it, but we took a week off of blogging as well.  All of our posts from Sunday, June 24th until Thursday, June 28th were written and scheduled for publication well in advance.  We auto-post as much as possible during the week, in some cases just an hour or two before the typical post’s midnight publication time, but in this case it was out of necessity as we were unsure as to whether or not we’d have an internet connection while on our trip.  As it turns out, we had wi-fi most of the time, and that allowed us to keep up with the blogs we follow as well as monitor and approve comments on our own blog.

It was wonderful to have so many of our posts written, auto-posted, and more or less out of mind so far in advance.  This would have been impossible without the cooperation of meme-keepers like Hedone and sub_Rebel, who gave us an early look at the week’s TMI Tuesday questions and Wicked Wednesday prompt, respectively.  In getting the week’s blogging out of the way early, we were able to concentrate on relaxing, without spending the a significant amount of each day hunched over a laptop.  Generally, blog-related activity was limited to an hour or so in the evenings or at night just before bed, wherein we’d comment blogs, tweet links to our just-published posts, or submit links to meme sites like Sinful Sunday and The Naughty Hangout.

As our vacation wound down, it occurred to me that it would be an enormous relief to be able to regularly autopost the entirety, or at least the majority, of a week’s blog posts in advance.  We have done this to an extent with our Retro HNT posts, as they require almost no creativity, just an already-taken photo and some copied-and-pasted boilerplate.  In fact, that the entirety of our Retro HNT pictures aren’t already auto-posted is due to my own laziness and lack of interest in repetition than any technical limitation.

In reality, however, this is pretty much impossible.  Even were we to divide up the blogging responsibilities equally, there is no way we could devote the necessary time.  It’s unlikely now that Jill is on summer break, so there’s no chance of this happening during the school year when the day-to-day child-rearing is done solely by yours truly.  At any rate, even if we had sufficient time and energy to spend writing all of a given week’s blog posts in one day, we’d much rather spend that time doing fun things that do not involve a laptop – or even our phones.  It’s summertime, and taking our baby to the park, walking through the icy surf on one of many local beaches, barbecuing, going to the movies, and having lots of sex all trump blogging.  Sorry, but it’s true.

Case in point:  A couple days before we left on last week’s trip, while packing, shopping, and generally maintaining the harmony in our household, we also managed to write, edit, format, and auto-publish seven different posts.  This proved a daunting task, and while we enjoyed the sense of accomplishment we felt as we completed each one, it was pretty stressful.

Make no mistake, it wasn’t a chore, nor was the stress level unpleasant.  But the assumption that we wouldn’t be able to blog day-by-day was a strong motivator; I question whether we’d want to set aside a possibly five- or six-hour period on a Sunday or a Monday for the purpose of completing all or most of the week’s blogging if we knew we’d be able to write and post our stuff the night before.  It might be worth it to do so; it’s simply not feasible.

This brings me to the point of this post.  Later this month, we will be away from home for approximately two weeks.  Once again, we have reason to believe that we will have little or no internet access on the road; for all I know we won’t even have network access on our phones.  Therefore, we will try to write and schedule as many posts in advance as we possibly can.

Given our regular weekly blogging schedule, we’re talking anywhere from nineteen to twenty-two posts, depending on whether or not we blog on Saturdays.  Nine of these are photo posts, including two Retro HNTs which are so effortless that they practically post themselves.  Anywhere from ten to thirteen (again, Saturdays) are more in-depth written posts.  However, six of these posts – two each of TMI Tuesday, Wicked Wednesday, and Flash Fiction Friday – are dependent upon our knowing a prompt, or in the case of TMI Tuesday, a list of questions.

Because of this, in the worst-case scenario in which we are completely off the grid, without internet access of any kind, we won’t be able to take part in these posts.  We imagine that such a scenario is unlikely; even the most obscure backwater town has a Starbucks or at least a public library that features wi-fi.  Or at least, we hope so.

There’s no need to worry that blogging will cease altogether during our two weeks away from home and (presumably) the internet.  We will do our best to have regular content scheduled to publish on a daily or near-daily basis before we leave.  Though we may be forced to skip an occasional day or two, we imagine that our absence will be no more than that.

That sounds great, Jack, you may be saying.  How can I help?  The answer is simple.  Stop by our Formspring page and ask us a question or two.  Our inbox is close to empty, and ensuring that it stays filled to capacity means that we will have a Formspring Friday post up each week.  Not interested in going to the Formspring page?  Too lazy to click a link?  You can also drop questions into the Formspring widget on the right-hand side of this blog and submit them that way.  Don’t see it?  You may have to scroll up.

In conclusion, the next few days will be quite busy around the Jack and Jill household as we try to cram as much advance blogging into that time as possible, while not letting the amount of non-blogging summertime fun (and sex, for that matter) suffer as a result.