Though I usually can’t resist using my hands to help Jill work out her kinks at the end of a long day, sometimes she requires a bit more pressure than even I can provide.
-Jack
Massager Monday
Author: jackandjillcpl
Sinful Sunday: Pinch
Sometimes when Jill and I are lying in bed relaxing, I like to reach around and play with her nipple.
-Jack
Formspring Friday: The Best Thing About Being Pregnant
Jill, I’ve heard that some women have heightened orgasms during pregnancy. Did you experience this? Did it change your sex drive at all?
(Submitted by Cougar in Training)
Yes on all counts! Pregnancy brought on a lot of changes, and many of them had to do with my sexual response cycle. My entire body was more sensitive to arousal during my pregnancy. The slightest touch turned me on even if it wasn’t necessarily sexual in nature. As a result, sex was much more intense than it had been up until that point.
I was also horny all the time, and I mean all the time. I can say without exaggeration that Jack is thinking about sex at least 99% of the time, whereas I’m probably thinking about it closer to 75% of the time. But when I was pregnant I thought about sex almost constantly. At times it was difficult to focus on everyday life as a result, but because I was pregnant I would just blame it on fatigue.
And yes, I definitely experienced heightened orgasms when I was pregnant. They were deeper and more profound, and of significantly greater intensity. They radiated throughout my entire body. The orgasms I’m having now are so intense I almost can’t imagine anything better. And then I remember the orgasms I had when I was pregnant. There’s no comparison.
My orgasms were also easier to achieve, longer lasting, and much more plentiful. The word that comes to mind is “electrifying”. My body was so sensitive to physical sensation that it didn’t take nearly as much to get me off. I would say that clitoral stimulation took half as long to lead to orgasm as it would right now. Also, the same stimulation that might ordinarily result in four or five climaxes led to twice as many when I was pregnant. And despite the satisfaction brought about by these incredible orgasms, I wanted more sex as soon as we were finished.
I’m not sure whether it was pregnancy itself or simply being off the pill, but my pregnancy was one of the most amazing times of my life, sexually speaking. Since becoming parents we’ve tried to maintain the pace. It hasn’t been easy, but considering that we have a very active child in our lives twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, I think we’re doing a pretty good job.
For Jack’s perspective on this phenomenon, be sure to read his post entitled “Week Twenty-Two“, published November 30, 2009.
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Flash Fiction Friday: Pool Party
As I pulled up to the house, I knew I was in for a good time. Actually, it’s wrong to call it a house. It was more like a mansion. The driveway circled around a sprawling front lawn, the grass impeccably manicured. I parked the car and got out, realizing as I did that a 1989 Jetta was going to look sorely out of place in the shadow of this imposing edifice.
I met Sallie that morning. She’d been eyeing me from across the Starbucks on Wilshire as I drank my grande non-fat latte. I returned her flirtation and eventually she sat next to me. I told her that I was new in town – she guessed I was an actor – and before long she invited me over to hang out.
“My roommates love it when I bring hot guys over”, she said, a seductive lilt in her voice. “Things usually get pretty crazy.” She wrote her address on a napkin and tucked it into my shirt pocket. The last thing she said before she left was, “Be sure to bring a swimsuit. Or don’t.”
I didn’t. When given the option to skinny dip with a beautiful woman and her sexy friends, I take it. Not that I’d ever been given that option before. First time for everything, I guess.
If Sallie’s roommates were half as gorgeous as she was, I was going to lose my mind. As I walked up the front steps I imagined a diverse assortment of multi-ethnic bathing beauties lined up for the privilege of tending to my desires.
I rang the doorbell. Sallie answered. She was naked, her body flawless. I silently thanked any deity that might have been listening. She invited me in.
To my chagrin, she introduced me to her roommates, Marcus, Brent, and Julio. (301/301)
Behind the Scenes
This week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge was pretty easy to write. Upon my initial glimpse of the prompt photo I was at a loss for a story, but it wasn’t long before the smallest spark of an idea – are those guys in the background? They are, aren’t they? – came to me. All I had was a vague notion of someone coming to the door expecting a house full of women and being unpleasantly surprised to find men instead. In no time, the story practically wrote itself around this premise.
The other requirements imposed by Ram the Sunlover this week include the word “…chagrin…”, as well as a word limit of 301. The former proved easy to include once I decided the direction of the story; the word “chagrin” seems to justify the premise around which I wrote the story. The latter, on the other hand, proved a bit more formidable than I expected. Make no mistake, having a larger-than-usual word limit was freeing, in a way. However, once I got used to the idea of being unrestrained verbally I quickly ran out of words. In fact, at one point as the story crossed 350 words, I remembered that my limit was 301 and not 401.
Because of this, I had to make some judicious edits. In some cases it was a matter of trimming a word or two, while in others entire sentences got the axe. I tend to write in a florid manner, using three words when two – or even one – is probably sufficient. Therefore while I like my at-times wordy writing style it is often easy to edit a long piece of flash fiction down to the allotment.
Deleted Scenes
As stated above, much had to be excised to conform to the word limit. Among the details that were lost to the cutting room floor were Sallie’s invitation to a pool party, referenced in the title of the story. In my outline and the first draft she makes it clear that she’s inviting the unnamed narrator over to swim. One of the associated passages that was cut involved the narrator noting that the driveway is empty but for his car; he surmises that he’s the only guy Sallie invited over, and therefore that he will have all of her sexy roommates to himself.
There was also mention of the narrator needing to make some social contacts as a result of his being new to L.A. It would have come up during his initial conversation with Sallie at Starbucks, but ultimately it added nothing to the story and was dropped. I also considered including the narrator’s reaction to the revelation that Sallie’s roommates are all men. Obviously he is disappointed, as evidenced by his use of the word “chagrin”, but perhaps he is willing to go along with it anyway. I dropped this angle for lack of space, but my heart really wasn’t in it anyway.
Soundtrack
“Barefoot in Beverly Hills”, by Grace Jones. The Miracles’ 1975 song “Ain’t Nobody Straight in L.A.” plays over the end credits.
The Naughty Hangout: A Rough Fall
This week’s main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Fall”. Accordingly I am holding two beautiful pieces of fall foliage over my breasts.
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We also tackled one of the two backup themes, “Rough”. Mouse over this image to see for yourself!
See who else is being naughty this week!
[This is our 600th post! Go us!]
Wicked Wednesday: Three
Our first threesome took place at my parents’ house where, a year before, we’d let a close male friend of ours watch us have sex with the unspoken opportunity to join in. He didn’t take it. Luckily for us, our close female friend did.
My parents’ house is never empty. In addition to my Mom and Dad and whichever of my younger siblings are still living there at any given moment, I have a large immediate family, most of which is local. During a typical hour-long visit, it’s not unusual for one or more of my siblings who don’t live there to stop by. It was quite fortunate, then, that both years saw our big family vacation coinciding with Jack’s birthday. Literally everyone was out of town but us. And that is how we came to find ourselves having a threesome in the tiny upstairs guest room that had once been my bedroom. Was it because of a feeling of impropriety about carrying on such shenanigans in the master bedroom? No, we’ve had sex in my parents’ room before, when they’ve been out of town and we happened to be staying over. No, I’m guessing it was because, although everyone was vacationing hours away, we still realized that should they return unexpectedly, it would be infinitely preferable to get caught having a threesome in a different bedroom.
Although the three of us had been talking about it for months, there was never any expectation on my part that it would actually happen, though I’m guessing that Jack had some expectations, or hopes at the very least. As far as I knew, it was all idle fantasy talk. But it became real the moment M stripped off her bathing suit and set it on the ground beside the hot tub. Yes, I know that a lot of people lose their suits when they’re hot tubbing. I know that this is no reason to make or expect some sort of sexual advance. But at that moment I knew what was in store. Or, at least, I thought I did. In reality, I was unprepared for the wonderful things that awaited me that night.
I was nervous as we dried off and went back inside the house! So nervous in fact that I didn’t do much that first time. I was understandably self-conscious, given that I was revealing my body and my very sexuality to a new partner. I was worried that my parents were going to come home, even though I knew this was unlikely. I had some concern, admittedly unjustified, that having a threesome would test our marriage, and our friendship with M. I was aware of my own Catholic upbringing, my somewhat traditional views on love and sex which dictated that this absolutely must not happen, especially not in my childhood bedroom. And I was conscious of the baby, then just shy of five months old and sleeping soundly in a port-a-crib in the next room. With all of these factors the thought of simply letting go and enjoying the threesome was unlikely.
That’s when M climbed up onto the bed beside me and whispered that that night was going to be all about me, and that she and Jack were going to do everything they could to make sure that I was satisfied. She didn’t have to say that, I realized, and it really set my mind at ease. I didn’t have to worry that I wouldn’t be able to touch her properly, wouldn’t know how to eat pussy, wouldn’t do a good job pleasing two people at the same time. It was all about me! It wasn’t even my birthday, but it was all about me!
Feeling two mouths on my body for the first time was a shock. It wasn’t, for lack of a better word, “normal”. Likewise feeling all four of their hands touching me together, caressing my breasts and exploring the folds and crevices of my very creamy pussy, was an erotic thrill unlike any I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t passive that night by any means, but I have no doubt that being the more submissive participant, the one who received pleasure, was much easier and more enjoyable that first time than being the one who gave it might have been. In mere moments, any nervousness I had felt previously was gone. Any hesitation melted away as M leaned down to kiss me on the lips. It was a moment of catharsis, and I kissed her so forcefully that I may have startled her. We continued to kiss for a few moments, and as Jack went down on me she moved to my breasts, lavishing them with tenderness.
I lost count of my orgasms around the time that M joined Jack in licking and devouring me. When I was satisfied we took a break, refilled our wine glasses and lay together, enjoying the late-night silence as we each silently processed what was happening. Jack lay behind our friend, his hardness pressing into her hip as she ran her fingers lazily through my hair. It occurred to me that I had never seen my husband interact with another woman. I’d watched videos he had made years before we met, and I enjoyed them. But that was much different. He was no longer with any of those women. I’d never seen him actually touch another woman as it happened. Later that night, as I watched him kiss her, suck her nipples, and finger her pussy, all of my instincts screamed for me to stop them, that it was wrong, that our relationship couldn’t bear it. Remember what I said about my traditional views on love and sex? I’m glad I didn’t listen.
If you’d told me ten years ago that I would enjoy watching my husband interact sexually with another woman, I wouldn’t have believed it. I don’t think I was as secure in my own self-worth then as I am now, and I’m sure that meeting and falling in love with Jack has had something to do with it. I did enjoy it, so much so that, two nights later, I dreamt that Jack had sex with M. I woke up soaking wet.
They’ve never had sex, as far as I know. While I enjoyed watching them play, I wasn’t going to let them fuck, certainly not that first time. They’ve known each other for twenty years or more, and they likely had ample opportunity, but never did. Even now, Jack and M are attracted to each other. And why shouldn’t they be? They’re both tremendously sexy in their own unique ways, at least to me. While there are some days when I think it would be hot to watch Jack have sex with another woman, there are other days when this thought doesn’t sit well with me. It may not be a hard limit, per se, but it’s definitely out of my comfort zone right now.
The baby woke around 2:30, and when I got up to go check on her I became conscious of a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me not to leave my husband in bed with another woman, and a naked woman at that. I ignored it. If I couldn’t trust my husband we wouldn’t have done this. After I got the baby back to sleep I returned to find them lying together, albeit with a two-foot gap between them. They appeared to be discussing baby-related issues. They weren’t even talking about sex, which seemed odd to me. Sex was all I could think about.
– Jill
Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week
Retro HNT: Disrobed, literally
TMI Tuesday: September 18, 2012 – Strip for me, I’ll strip for you
Thank you to Andee for submitting this week’s TMI Tuesday questions.
Jack’s Answers
1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?
Yes I have. What prompted the experience is that the TSA agent working the security line felt that I didn’t look “American enough”.
This is the last thing you ever want to see at an airport.
2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?
Yes, and yes. While I’ve gone to strip clubs on occasion, I’ve never been the biggest fan; I don’t see the point of being charged a cover and a two-overpriced-drink minimum to sit in a noisy bar full of obnoxious louts and stare at women who, while sexy, are not exactly my ideal, and for that matter probably not going to touch me without my paying handsomely for the “privilege”. I never really saw the point of getting aroused in public without the likelihood of orgasm; I could stay home and watch porn (or have sex) for a lot cheaper.
3. Have you ever been to an “amateur night” at a strip club?
No, but they happened to be having an “amateur night” at the Emergency Room the night I came in with severe chest pains. I need to get a different HMO.
4. Do you think strip clubs are exploitative or are they misunderstood as simple adult entertainment venues?
Like prostitution and porn, I don’t believe that strip clubs are exploitative by definition, but they can be. It depends on the conditions under which the operation is managed, and whether the workers are treated ethically.
5. Would you ever consider stripping to pay for college or other expenses?
I would not consider stripping to earn money because I’m relatively certain I could make more money doing just about anything else.
6. Have you ever given your partner a private dance?
Frequently! In fact, we only dance in public at weddings.
7. Would you ever perform a lap dance for a complete stranger?
No, because I don’t like pepper spray.
8. Showgirls, Strip Tease, Magic Mike … What is the sexy Hollywood stripper scene you have ever YouTubed?
I’ve never YouTubed a “sexy Hollywood stripper scene” because, as far as I know YouTube doesn’t allow nudity and I’m not particularly fond of pasties. Now, if you’re just asking about favorite scenes involving stripping, I can think of few that really work for me. It seems that the current mentality in Hollywood is that “stripping” refers less to removing clothing and more to grinding against a pole with the goal of stripping off the metal. Witness Jessica Alba in Sin City, Natalie Portman in Closer, and Lindsay Lohan in I Know Who Killed Me. Don’t get me started on Kristen Stewart’s turn as a stripper in Welcome to the Rileys; her range (or lack thereof) dictates that I can’t watch anything she does. One exception to this apparent rule is Jessica Biel’s performance in Powder Blue, which I found so memorable that it made my list of top turn-ons of 2009. No, it seems like strip club scenes hit their zenith in the mid-1990s with Striptease and moreso with Showgirls. In both cases, the most potentially memorable scenes were sullied by the actors who accompanied the strippers, Burt Reynolds (playing a foppish politician) and Kyle MacLachlan (playing a casino executive) respectively. Nothing against either performance, but their presence made it difficult to get off in the days before rampant internet porn.
How could you do it to me, Agent Cooper?
Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality?
I don’t have a fantasy about stripping, but I do have a few fantasies that involves strip-mining.
Jill’s Answers
1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?
I dance naked in front of Jack all the time. In fact, every time my clothes come off I get the urge to dance. I love to wiggle my butt. I even dance, or at least sway a little, in the shower, usually while I’m singing. The first time I did a striptease it was for an old boyfriend who asked for one. I’ve done the same for Jack because it turns him on. In all cases it ended with me being thrown down on the bed for some very hot sex.
2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?
Yes, I have been to a few strip clubs, mostly in Vegas when I’ve been there for bachelorette parties, birthdays, and girls’ weekends. We usually walk past the women to the men upstairs, but I always want to stay downstairs and watch the women. I find them much hotter, and they dance better too. The men are always too greased up. Banana hammocks are just not sexy, and Fabio isn’t my type by any means. These feelings aren’t confined to strip clubs, either. One time I attended a bachelorette party at a friend’s home, and there was a male stripper. It still wasn’t my thing. The guy was creepy.
This was the closest picture I could find.
3. Have you ever been to an “amateur night” at a strip club?
No. It sounds like it would be much more fun, as I find myself much more attracted to women with average looks and realistic bodies more than I do supermodels and skinny nineteen-year-old strippers.
4. Do you think strip clubs are exploitative or are they misunderstood as simple adult entertainment venues?
I think that strip clubs are a harmless form of adult entertainment. They appeal to my voyeuristic side and my enjoyment of dance. If people enjoy going to strip clubs and other people enjoy performing, it sounds like the perfect combination to me.
5. Would you ever consider stripping to pay for college or other expenses?
I personally would not strip for money. I find that it is very personal for me, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it in front of just anyone. I enjoy stripping for someone I am attracted to or who I have feelings for, and ideally someone who appreciates me for the woman that I am, stripping notwithstanding. Plus it usually ends with sex, and if I was just stripping for money I would probably be disappointed when the other person didn’t throw me down on the bed and have his way with me.
6. Have you ever given your partner a private dance?
Yes. As I said in my answer to #1, I have given private dances to Jack and another boyfriend before him. I love it! I always feel so sexy.
7. Would you ever perform a lap dance for a complete stranger?
I would probably not give a lap dance for a complete stranger. I might consider it if I was with Jack and he wanted me to. It would have to really turn on both Jack and I though. And I’m probably not going to let the stranger fuck me afterwards. Jack gets that honor.
8. Showgirls, Strip Tease, Magic Mike … What is the sexy Hollywood stripper scene you have ever YouTubed?
I haven’t watched any Hollywood stripper scenes on YouTube, although in the past I have YouTubed striptease aerobics type videos for practice.
On a semi-related note, what the fuck is this?
Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality?
I’ve thought about being at a strip club with Jack, watching the sexy women and being invited up on stage and join in. I get to show off my best moves, excite and arouse the men (and women) in the crowd, and interact with the other dancers. Then afterwards, maybe Jack and I take one of them home with us.
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Blogoversary Number Four
It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years since we started this blog. It’s harder still to believe that after twenty-two months and 124 posts we spent more than a year dormant, with no intention of ever blogging again. Perhaps hardest of all to believe is the fact that in the last year we have posted 458 times. And we have no plans of slowing down.
We always say that we blog for ourselves, and we do. But it means a lot that you’ve seen fit to stop by and celebrate our latest milestone with us. We hope we can count on your continued interest in the years to come. Speaking of milestones, we’re three posts away from number 600! Stay tuned.
Happy Birthday Jill!
I don’t have anything particularly sexy for you today, just a brief post to let you know that it’s Jill’s birthday.
Jill takes the anniversary of her birth very seriously. It’s the one day of the year that’s all about her, despite my efforts to make everyday all about her. As I mentioned on Twitter on Saturday, it’s usually celebrated over the course of a week, or at the very least a weekend. On Wednesday I brought her lunch at work, and on Thursday we went to dinner. On Friday night we attended a concert with friends, and on Saturday we went out to dinner with family. Tonight is another dinner with family, this time at her parents’ home with her extended family in attendance. As you can imagine, it’s been a busy week.
Hey, when did birthdays get replaced by birthday weekends or birthday weeks?
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) September 16, 2012
In years past, we’ve observed Jill’s birthday in a variety of ways. The year we met I spirited her off to a bed and breakfast for a weekend of relaxation. Last year I threw her a surprise party and invited all of her friends and loved ones. Sex is always involved, of course; usually Jill asks for anal on her birthday, and I’m hoping that this year will be no different. We may have to duck out of tonight’s dinner early.
I’m sure Jill would love if it you wished her a happy birthday, either here or on Twitter.
Note: The panties pictured above were purchased from Sik World, though they appear to no longer be available. You can get a better look here and here.