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Carla’s feet rested against Maggie’s hips as she explored beneath the beaded silk. Maggie pushed the dress up, letting it bunch at Carla’s waist as her tongue lapped and licked with abandon. The intensity was too much, and she soaked Maggie’s face as orgasm overcame her.
Their bodies pressing together, they kissed hard, passionately, as though it were simultaneously the first time and the last.
They lay together in dreamy silence. Maggie spoke: “I was sorry that I didn’t get an invitation.” She savored Carla’s taste on her lips, savored the memories that accompanied it.
Carla’s supple breasts rose and fell urgently as she caught her breath. “He doesn’t know about this. About any of it.”
“You could have introduced me as your old college roommate.” Maggie’s expression indicated half-seriousness, though it was practically the truth. During college, they spent as much time in the other’s dorm as they did in their own.
More silence. Maggie expected more of a reaction from her belated wedding present. She got up, found her panties, and slipped them on.
“Well, glad I got to see you in the dress, anyway.” (187/187)
Behind the Scenes
For the first time in four weeks, a new Flash Fiction Friday prompt has been issued, this one courtesy of Ram the Sunlover. In addition to the 187-word limit, participants were required to include the word “belated”. I found the prompt photo fairly inspiring, though it was Jill and not myself who looked at the photo and immediately said, “That’s her belated wedding present.”
My first draft was a mere ninety words long. Though it was very lean and far less detailed than the final draft, this initial take told the complete story. I actually prefer it when my first draft is drastically under-budget, as it gives me some breathing room and allows me to flesh out aspects of the story that I initially could not. I padded the story with some florid description, though in my opinion what was added doesn’t seem like fluff.
True to form, I forgot to include the required word, and after writing what was to be the final draft I spent twenty minutes attempting to incorporate mention of the “belated wedding present”. It was difficult to determine the ideal place for said mention; I wanted Maggie to be the one to use that expression, either in her dialogue or in her inner monologue, and for some reason I had trouble making it sound natural. Eventually I tacked on the reference in the penultimate paragraph, but I worry that it sounds stilted.
Deleted Scenes
Thanks in part to the larger-than-expected word allotment, there was nothing that had to be trimmed. Quite the opposite; as stated above, I added a bit of prose to pad the story. I also considered ending the story with Maggie telling Carla, “Maybe you should tell him.” This would have implied that she was open to a polyamorous relationship with Carla and her new groom, or at the very least a threesome.
Additionally, I considered the title “Wedding Present”, but ultimately decided that it was a little too on-the-nose. Though perhaps more of an obscure reference, “Bridal Shower” is suitably sexy, as it refers directly to Carla’s orgasmic emission.
Soundtrack
I like the sensual sound of “The Look of Love”, especially Dusty Springfield’s 1967 original. However, Isaac Hayes’ cover is bold and brassy and would work as well. Additionally, Sade’s “No Ordinary Love” fits well; the lyrics seem to fit Maggie’s perspective of a lover who has given her all and perhaps feels abandoned.
The main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Peak”. We thought about posting a shot of me standing at the summit of Mount Everest, but for some reason we can’t find that picture anywhere. So you’ll just have to settle for a shot of me climaxing.
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-Jill
I sent her an e-mail letting her know that I was on my way. She might not have seen a text message until she was leaving work to come home, but I knew she’d get my e-mail right away.
She replied immediately. She was excited. So was I. We hadn’t seen each other in days, and while every instinct we possessed dictated that we immediately find a quiet place to indulve the unbridled passion we both felt, we wanted to enjoy a night out. Soon, our opportunities to do so would be limited.
We found ourselves at a nearby movie theater. The movie we saw is unimportant, and long since forgotten. What is important, however, is the fact that we were the only ones there. We arrived at an empty auditorium, and spent the twenty minutes before showtime watching the entrance with much greater attention than the screen.
We had naughtiness on our minds. Why not? We always do. The thought of a little pre-show hanky panky was appealing, but we were certain that the moment things began to happen, the theater would fill with popcorn-munching, soda-slurping moviegoers who would quickly ruin our fun.
It never happened. The lights dimmed, the trailers played, and the movie started, all without so much as an incursion from another human being. We were well into the first act when it became clear that we had the theater to ourselves, and that there was no ignoring our desperate physical need.
Jill opened my jeans and fished out my cock, watching it rise to full size in her grasp. As she pumped her fist up and down along its length, it occurred to me that the school where she worked was less than a mile away. Granted, we were alone in the theater. But what if we were wrong? If we only thought we were alone, and we really weren’t, there would be repercussions.
These thoughts left my head as Jill leaned close and I felt her lips envelop me. Her mouth was warm, her tongue damp. She slowly slid down, swallowing me to my base. She lingered there for one exquisite moment, and when she came up for air she swapped mouth for hand and resumed pumping.
My attention had already turned away from the movie, moreso when Jill got out of her seat and knelt in front of me. Rather than squinting through the shadows to watch her head bob up and down, I tried to focus on the movie. It was too late; I wasn’t into it anymore. Instead I concentrated on how good my wife’s mouth felt on me, certain it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming down her throat.
When something near the theater entrance caught my eye, I tensed up. Jill could sense it, and she stopped what she was doing. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine in the darkness. She didn’t speak.
“Get up,” I said. “Hurry. Sit back down.” She did, and as I put my still-throbbing cock back into my pants and buckled my belt, I could see that she was staring at the door where I’d seen whatever it was that had made me tense up.
“Did someone come in?” she asked, her voice tiny, barely a whisper.
“I don’t think so,” I said. She moved to open my jeans again, and I dissuaded her. I pulled up her skirt, somehow unsurprised by her lack of panties. She was wet, her arousal a welcoming scent. My fingers parted her lips, holding her open as my thumb found its way to her clit. As I stroked her, my fingers slipped inside, finding a molten reservoir of lust.
My fingers reached her G-spot as my thumb circled her clit. Jill threw back her head, gasping with pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as I pressed into that familiar mass of flesh, the one that had all too often unlocked the most intense orgasms imaginable. Her fingers dug into the armrests on her seat, squeezing as though her life hung in the balance.
When she came, when the torrent of her essence came gushing forth, I was surprised, if only because she had managed to keep fairly silent. She drenched not only my forearm, but also quite a bit of her skirt as well. I couldn’t help but muse that if anyone had entered the theater, we’d put on a much better show than whatever was playing on the screen.
“You want to…”, Jill began when she could speak once again. I thought she was going to ask if I wanted her to finish what she’d begun with me. She started over: “You want to switch seats?” We moved to the seats directly in front of us, and continued to watch the movie as best we could. It wasn’t easy. Our minds were on something much different.
As for whether or not anyone had walked in, we’re pretty sure no one had, but it doesn’t matter. In the more than two years since this incident occurred, nothing ever came of it.
Jill’s Answers
1. What star sign are you?
I’m a virgo. Jack thinks this is funny because Virgo is symbolized by the virgin maiden, and its glyph is an “M” combined with crossed legs. There may have been a time when I was a prim and proper virgin, but it’s been awhile.
5. Are you organised when it comes to other people’s birthdays?
When it comes to Jack and our daughter, I am very organized. Usually their birthdays involve planning parties or other elaborate activities. With everyone else’s birthdays, meaning my extended family and my close friends, I know when their birthdays are, but I usually find myself buying their gifts that day. In some cases if I don’t see the individual on his or her actual birthday, I might buy the gift weeks later.
Jack usually takes me out to dinner, while the baby stays with a sitter. I’ve also gone out to dinner with my family and friends. It varies. Last year, for example, for my fortieth birthday, Jack threw me an enormous surprise party and invited all of my nearest and dearest. It was a fabulous time.
I choose age thirty-eight. That’s when I was pregnant with our beautiful daughter. It was a wonderful experience and a very fun year. Even though I was forced to spend most of that time living a couple hours away from Jack and the home we shared, we made the most of the time we had together, and really appreciated every minute. Plus, the anticipation of seeing and holding my baby was tremendous. I’ve never felt so close to another human being in my entire life, and knowing that she was completely reliant on me, and that I was responsible for her, means more to me now than I can ever express. I loved watching her development, talking to her, singing to her, and feeling her move and kick inside me. Once she was born, the experience of bonding with her was very special to me. Jack and I became even closer than we were before.
8. What would be your ideal birthday treat?
I’d love a trip to Europe or a Mediterranean cruise. But spending time with the people I love would be more than enough.
Bonus: Tell us your best birthday memory?
The surprise birthday party Jack threw for me last year was wonderful! It was a beautiful day, most of my loved ones were there, and I was so touched by the amount of hard work that Jack put into it. Plus, I was very impressed that he managed to keep it a secret. I know how difficult it was for him to coordinate everything perfectly, and he pulled it off. What a great guy!
Bonus, Bonus: May we see you in your birthday suit? (post a photo)
Like you haven’t seen me in my birthday suit many times already.
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Edited Tuesday, June 19, 2012 at 6:17 PM to include Jill’s somehow-omitted answer to #5.
I have a ridiculous libido. I tend to get aroused the way a thirteen-year-old boy gets aroused: Often and by virtually anything, or for that matter by nothing at all. I could climax nine times a day, whether from masturbation or some manner of partnered sexual activity, and I’d still want a tenth, if not an eleventh as well.
Considering the variety of sexual partners I’ve had, I’m fortunate to be married to a woman who can keep up with me. We are alike not only with regard to the frequency with which we both want sex, but also with regard to our personal limits and the things that turn us on. Anyone who’s read our blog for an appreciable amount of time should be aware that Jill and I are a good match.
But that’s not to say that we’re always on the same page. While perusing SexIs, the online magazine of EdenFantasys, I came across an article by Ava Darke, who says that her lack of satisfaction – through no fault of her partner but rather owing to her frequent physiological need of orgasm – has been responsible for many restless nights. Ms. Darke confesses to having a difficult time sleeping when orgasm doesn’t occur immediately beforehand.
To some extent, I could relate to this; while I’ve never given much thought to the endorphins produced during orgasm, I am aware of the fact that sometimes – perhaps not every night, but relatively often – I prefer to be lulled to sleep by the good feelings brought about by sexual release. Such was definitely the case Saturday night when, after having sex with Jill and then taking a shower, I got into bed to find my wife asleep. Feeling horny once again, I knew I wouldn’t be able to just close my eyes and drift off. I could have masturbated, but Jill was wearing a short T-shirt that showed off her ass, and even barely illuminated by moonlight the sight of her curves reignited my arousal. I began to kiss and caress her, she woke up, and before long we were enjoying another round that I knew would provide me the high I so urgently wanted.
I usually don’t handle it that way, however. If Jill and I don’t go to bed at the same time, and I happen to find her sleeping soundly when I come in, I usually just leave her be. Since becoming parents, restful sleep is rare and precious. If the baby has acquiesced to Jill’s efforts to put her to bed, and Jill is lucky enough to also be asleep, I’m not going to bother her. Even though the next morning she might admonish me, might tell me that she’s sorry she missed out, might remind me that I am always welcome to wake her for sex, there is a good chance that I’ll just masturbate. It’s quick, it’s easy, it satisfies my want of orgasm, and perhaps most important of all, it doesn’t require that I wake her.
Make no mistake, I don’t carry any sort of shame or embarrassment over masturbating in front of Jill. I’m an unabashed masturbator; I’ll do it in front of pretty much anyone who cares to watch, with the understanding that it’s unlikely to be the greatest show on earth. Jill enjoys watching; her healthy attitude about sexuality does not require me to hide my self-pleasure, or feel guilty about wanting more orgasms than I probably have time for.
Ms. Darke states that it was her own insecurity, and not any sort of indication that he would be unwilling to watch, that prevented her from masturbating in the presence of her husband. When she finally initiated a dialogue on the subject, he told her that he would be happy to watch her masturbate. I realize that there are some individuals who suffer from insecurity so debilitating that watching a partner get off solo would be problematic. However, I suspect that the overwhelming majority of Americans, at least, would find such a spectacle highly arousing. I know that I certainly do.
There have been many nights when the proverbial shoe was on the other foot, and I woke to a familiar buzzing sound and found Jill spending quality time with one of her vibrators. At an earlier stage of our relationship I might have worried that perhaps she waited until I was asleep because she wasn’t comfortable with me watching, or because she was afraid that I would see her self-pleasure as a threat. But she quickly dissuaded my fears, and now on the occasion that I wake to Jill getting herself off I realize that she, like me, just wants a quick orgasm. Sometimes I quickly close my eyes and give her some time to herself; after all, if she didn’t wake me, she must have just wanted to have an orgasm and get to sleep. Other times, though, I offer her some assistance.
My opinions on sex and sexual health are widely known. I believe the world would be a happier, more easygoing place if people were conditioned to view masturbation – and for that matter sex in general – not as shameful but rather as a normal, healthy activity. It may be somewhat naive to expect the entire world to adopt a positive stance with regard to masturbation, but I don’t think it’s asking too much for one person to be able to bring it up with his or her trusted sexual partner. That otherwise openly communicative couples are unwilling or unable to discuss masturbation in the context of a committed, loving relationship is troubling.
Without a free-flowing dialogue on the subject, masturbation is doomed to remain something about which people joke, but do not or cannot discuss seriously. It is clear that societal attitudes have to change. The problem is that while the public is to some extent willing to consider sweeping reforms with regard to issues like marriage equality – in which personal freedoms are at stake – few see the marginalization of masturbation as the threat that it really is.
-Jack
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