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What’s Wrong With a Little Television?

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Posted in fact Parenting written by Jill

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As the parents of a baby, Jack and I feel that we are under a lot of pressure to raise our daughter in a responsible manner. We have seen children in our own families reared by parents who are lazy, irresponsible, or otherwise unsuited to the job. Unwilling to see our daughter grow up to be an overindulged, entitled brat used to having everything handed to her and unwilling to challenge herself, we took lessons from these parents, and forced ourselves not to make the same mistakes they did.
As a result of this, one of the things we have tried to limit is our daughter’s television-watching time. We feel that if she is constantly placed in front of the TV, she will be unable to sit still and amuse herself without it. Rather than being able to entertain herself quietly on a long car ride, she will insist upon watching cartoons or other children’s programming. While having TVs and DVD players in one’s car is certainly very common today, it’s not something we want to expose our child to, at least not before she’s two years old. While we have no problem with it in theory, both Jack and I survived our childhoods just fine without needing to watch television during a car ride. Long drives would usually find us reading books in the back seats of our parents’ cars, and we would like our daughter to be the same way, as with any luck this will nurture in her a love of reading, which she is already beginning to demonstrate through a rudimentary interest in books.
Yes, we let her watch television sometimes. She likes the typical Nickelodeon or Disney Channel cartoons that a not-quite-toddler might watch. She dances when she hears their theme songs, and points to the screen and says the characters’ names. Sometimes when we are doing other things, she asks to watch television. Depending on a number of factors we might let her, or we might read her a story or play outside with her instead. Our aim is not to teach her that television is bad (we certainly have no aversion to watching it) but to give her a well-rounded upbringing that involves a variety of experiences. And it seems to be working. Not only is she interested in books, but she regularly asks us to read stories to her. She loves it when we take her on walks or to visit one of the parks in our town, and she is also content to play quietly with her toys.
The purpose of this entry is not self-promotion. We try not to judge other parents unless their failure is so obvious and massive that we can’t avoid it. As parents, neither Jack nor I feel that we have all the answers. But I’m a teacher, and I don’t work during summer. This year, while I was off for two and a half months, Jack and I got accustomed to sex on a daily basis. In fact, some days we had sex twice: Once when the baby took her afternoon nap, and again when she fell asleep for the night. We’ve had plenty of sex since the new school year began, but with the exception of weekends, it’s all been first thing in the morning, or at night just before bed. I like having sex right in the middle of the day. There’s something exciting about stopping what we’re doing, throwing off all of our clothes (or leaving some on), and giving into that persistent need for immediate sexual release.
Jack spent much of the day yesterday sending me very erotic text messages and e-mails. This was incredibly hot but also very frustrating as I was unable to respond. Because of this, I spent my day pretty worked up. As I prepared to leave for the day, I sent Jack a text message to see whether the baby was napping. I was nervous as I waited for his reply, because I work about forty minutes from home, and given her normal sleep schedule she is usually awake by the time I leave, or at the very latest by the time I get home. To my relief, he said she was, and I crossed my fingers that she would remain asleep until an hour after I arrived. Actually, I probably could have gotten off in five minutes. I was that turned on.
When I exited the freeway near our house, I found myself at a stoplight where I sent Jack another text. He said that she was still asleep, and I exhaled. At this point she’d been asleep for almost three hours. She almost never sleeps so long, and while my optimistic side hoped that she was simply catching up on sleep after a somewhat restless night, my pessimistic side said to be prepared to hear the sounds of a playful, happy and very much awake baby when I walked in the door. As I drove the last couple blocks to our house, I prepared myself for this inevitability, and looked on the bright side: While I’d been distracted for much of the day by thoughts of Jack’s cock, I missed my daughter as well, and I was glad to have the opportunity to spend time with her.
When I walked through the front door I was met with silence. No crying – or laughing – baby. No music. No sounds of activity. No television playing a movie Jack had decided to watch while the baby slept. I couldn’t believe our luck! She’d slept for more than three hours at this point. I set down my purse and my keys on the couch, and excitedly headed down the hall to join my husband, who I could see sitting on our bed, waiting for me. He was naked. As I neared our bedroom I stripped down to nothing as well. I imagined what he’d do to me, what we’d do to each other, and I found my wetness hard to contain. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it soon. It wouldn’t take me long. Then the baby woke up just as I passed her bedroom.
Fuck it, I thought as I detoured to her crib and lifted her into my arms. She was glad to see me, and I held her, kissed her, and talked to her for a few minutes. Then I carried her into the TV room, sat her down, and turned on the television. One of the cartoons she likes was on. I left lots of books and toys within reach in case she got bored with the show. I don’t think we were being irresponsible. We weren’t parking her in front of the television so that we could get drunk or engage in dangerous behavior. We just wanted sex. Especially me. I stayed with her in the TV room to make sure she was fine being on her own, and then I joined Jack in the bedroom and shut the door.
-Jill

Webcam Fun, Part 1

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Posted in fact voyeurism/exhibitionism webcam written by Jill

On Thursday night, Jack and I were feeling naughty and wanted to put on a show. We logged into one of our Yahoo accounts and looked for couples who might have wanted to watch us on our webcam, preferably while putting on a show of their own. It’s no secret that Yahoo’s chat rooms are pretty useless, and most of the people on our friend lists no longer even log on. We weren’t expecting to actually find anybody to chat with, and our first attempt was met with no success.

We logged into another account and found only one person logged in, a single guy I had chatted with alone once or twice. Moving on, we logged into a third account Jack and I share, and predictably found no one online for us to chat with. I asked Jack if he wanted to try going into the chat rooms to find a couple. He wasn’t enthusiastic about that idea, which had led to frustration many times in the past. I figured that we would end up putting our webcam on anyway, without anyone viewing us. We’ve done this quite a bit lately when we’ve been unable to find a viewer, or in too much of a hurry to actually look. It’s fun and hot, even though no one’s actually watching us.

I was surprised when Jack suggested we let the single guy on our other account view our webcam. “I bet he’ll enjoy it,” Jack said, no doubt thinking of all the couples he watched on their webcams when we lived apart, back when Yahoo was used by actual human beings and not automated advertisements for porn websites. I remembered a few single guys I used to let watch me on my webcam. It was fun and naughty, they made me feel really sexy, and I kind of missed it.

We quickly logged into our second account and found the single guy still there. We sent him a message telling him that we were a couple with a webcam. He replied that he was a single guy, almost apologetically. I imagined that I could read desperation in his response, and that he so wanted to watch us and was afraid that we would reject him because he was single. When I told him that it was okay, and we still wanted him to watch, I imagined that he was relieved.

He accepted our invitation without hesitation, and the show began. I knelt before Jack and slowly opened his pants, releasing an erection that had been straining to free itself for way too long. As I began to suck Jack’s cock, we received an invitation to view our new friend’s webcam. Jack quickly pressed the button to accept the invitation. Although there is little a single man could do to entice Jack to watch him on cam, my husband is smart enough to know that, for me, a little visual stimulation goes a long way. Some positive reinforcement goes even further. That means that, although I love giving Jack oral sex, watching something that excites me while I do it (another couple doing the same thing, a porn film on TV, or a guy playing with his cock) will probably make me do a better job. Getting compliments on my performance, whether from Jack or someone who’s watching us, will also make me do a better job. Having both of these things happen at once, such as watching a guy stroke his cock because he is enjoying what I am doing, goes even further.

His cock was long, though it didn’t look particularly thick or fat, with a swollen head. As he stroked it up and down with one hand, he typed comments and feedback, which Jack read to me. I did my best to look at his webcam as I bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock. The sight turned me on even more than I already was. Jack continued to read me his messages, which made me out to be some sort of oral sex goddess. The compliments were going to my head, and I hoped they wouldn’t stop. As Jack kept reading, I sucked deeper and faster, and eventually the comments slowed as our new friend continued to play with himself. It was just as well. By now, Jack was concentrating intensely on what I was doing, and I doubt he wanted to keep reading. I began stroking him into my mouth, and with my other hand I pulled down my top, letting one of my breasts out. I played with it a little, mostly for the benefit of our viewer. I continued lapping at Jack with a supple tongue before swallowing him whole.

“He’s coming”, Jack said finally, and I stopped sucking long enough to watch our new friend erupt in what must have been a very satisfying orgasm. I dove back down onto Jack’s cock, then came back up to see that his webcam was still focused on his cock, stray traces of his come clinging to it like long strings. I took Jack in my hand and stroked him from tip to base for a few minutes.

“That was hot,” I said, still looking at the image on the webcam. The come was still clinging to him, hanging in midair. The webcam was probably frozen.

“Did you like that?” Jack asked breathlessly. “I bet you wish he was coming all over you.” What can I say? He knows me well. I felt myself grow very hot at the thought, and seconds later my husband was doing exactly what he described. I devoured him, licking and sucking him like a lollipop until he was clean. When I looked back at our laptop, the webcam we’d been viewing was black. Our friend had logged off. It’s okay. He served his purpose.

Stay tuned for a much hotter webcam-related entry coming very soon!

-Jill

Wet Dreams

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Posted in dream fact girl-girl masturbation written by Jill

Last night I experienced two things that I had not experienced in a long time: I had a sex dream about a woman, and I had an orgasm in my sleep.

I dream about sex pretty often, probably more often than Jack does. Not every night, or even every week, but almost regularly. In fact, sex is the most common recurring theme among my dreams. These dreams always excite me, and I usually wake up incredibly aroused. When I lived alone I would wake from a particularly intense dream, my thighs sticky with arousal, and need to get off before I could go back to sleep.

Most of the time I dream about having sex with men, but I have had some exciting dreams involving women. Sometimes I am an active participant, intimately involved with the woman, and other times I dream about watching the other woman have sex with a man. Sometimes the man is Jack, or another man I am attracted to. If the woman is someone I know, the man might be her husband or significant other. Other times, the couple I am watching is faceless.

When I am making love to the woman, she is always somebody I know. Last night was no different. Although I don’t remember many details of the dream itself (other than what the woman and I were doing), when I woke up I was surprised by just how real it had seemed. I remembered feeling the woman’s body, her curves, her hardening nipples, her slippery wetness, just as vividly as though I had been touching her for real. Eventually I realized that I must have been touching my own body and dreaming that it was hers.

I know I was touching my own body, because the dream climaxed, literally, with her fondling me to orgasm. The next thing I knew I was sitting upright in bed, trembling as my heartbeat slowed. I was still very aroused. The room was dark, and I could hear Jack breathing nearby. Slowly I lay back down, grateful that my erotic episode hadn’t woken him.

As my head hit the pillow, I remember hoping that I could somehow re-join the dream already in progress. That was my last thought before falling asleep and dreaming about something unfortunately unsexy.

-Jill

A Little Quality Jill Time

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I slowly opened my eyes, aware of the soft, warm blanket underneath me. Reaching out as my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the window, I realized that I was alone. The room was quiet, and outside the morning sky was a dull, depressing gray. It was still early, and I tried to go back to sleep.

As I got comfortable on the bed, my arm brushed my breast, and I liked the way it felt. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my nipple touching the palm of my hand. I caressed my breast, feeling my body grow warm with arousal. Still lying on my stomach, I felt the blankets bunched up between my legs and I undulated my hips so that their soft texture wafted against my thighs. I slid down the mattress a couple inches, bringing the bunched-up blankets ever closer to my opening.

I arched my back a little and let my hand travel down my body. I felt warmth against my fingertips as I reached my pussy. I began to move my body up and down against the blankets, riding them where they were gathered. My lips were swollen and full, wetness clinging to my hand as I touched myself. My clit sprang to life, hardening between my fingers as an electric charge shot through me. I trembled with pleasure, my legs lost in a tangle of fabric.

I raised myself onto my knees, holding myself open and sliding two fingers inside. I was juicy and slippery, and it felt amazing to touch myself this way. As I really got into it, I arched my back even higher, and imagined that I was a porn star in the hottest masturbation scene ever. I imagined an incredibly horny audience watching my scene on their televisions or their computers. The thought of exposing myself to them turned me on, and I rubbed and pinched my nipples, feeling myself getting even wetter as I did.

I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted to give my pretend audience a memorable performance first. I took my hands off of my body and turned over onto my back. I opened my legs as wide as I could, my feet as far from one another as they could possibly be. I pulled a blanket up, letting it rest between my spread legs and concealing my pussy from view. Covered my breasts teasingly with my hands, I smiled seductively as I imagined the hundreds of people watching my scene. I uncovered one breast, then the other, and played with my nipples again. For my audience, I was the center of attention, and the only thing that mattered to them was watching me.

Even though I had stopped playing, I was still very aroused. I turned toward my nightstand, considering which of my toys I wanted to use. Which one would excite my audience the most. As I opened the drawer, I changed my mind. I wasn’t going to take the easy way out.

I took the blanket in my hand and shaped it into a large bulging lump, then brought my legs together and held it in place between my thighs. I began to rhythmically raise and lower my ass, feeling waves of intense pleasure radiating through me as the blanket kissed my skin. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I headed directly for my clit, groping it desperately. As I did, my lower half continued bouncing up and down furiously, the blanket driving me to amazing heights. I moaned deeply, my body convulsing as pleasure washed over me. My moan became a passionate cry, and I was suddenly soaring high above the earth.

As soon as I realized that I was coming, my orgasm was over. It was much too quick, and I decided to have another.

-Jill

Fingercuffs – A Near Miss

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Posted in fact group sex voyeurism/exhibitionism written by Jack

Before I met Jill, I don’t think I ever entertained a threesome fantasy that didn’t involve myself and two women. In other words, while I knew that a threesome could conceivably involve two men and one woman, I couldn’t really see myself fantasizing about such a thing, or actively seeking it out. It’s not that I was squeamish or afraid of the idea of being in a threesome where another man was involved – after all, there are plenty of things two guys can do with a woman without actually touching each other – it just wasn’t my preferred scenario. I always found the fantasy of two women much more appealing. And why wouldn’t I? Women are just plain hotter than men. Which is why the thought of not one but two gorgeous women having me all to themselves, ideally after they’ve warmed each other up, is quite possibly the pinnacle of sexual fantasy.

However, when I was twenty-six, I came closer than I had ever come before, or since, to having a threesome with a married couple. I’ll call them Jerry and Julie. Jerry was a former co-worker of mine, and Julie was his wife. I spent many an evening hanging out at their house, drinking, playing video games, and watching television. Sometimes there was a small crowd, including Jerry’s high school friends, co-workers, and next-door neighbors; other times it was just me, Jerry and Julie. But whoever was there, Julie was always the center of attention. She was twenty-two, head-to-toe sexy, and she knew it. When she was in the room, it was a good bet that any straight guy present was thinking about having sex with her, no matter what she was wearing or how she looked. Thoughts of her pouting lips and killer body had gotten me through many a dry spell and I, like most of their guy friends no doubt, frequently fantasized about her.

I never got the impression that Jerry and Julie had an open relationship or anything like that, nor did I have the sense that Julie was interested in women at all. In spite of her tendency to point out attractive women on television, she was way too attracted to men. She liked to flirt with just about any guy who came over. Nothing too forward, mind you; for Julie it was sufficient to add a sexy lilt to her voice when greeting a male guest, lean over to flaunt her bountiful cleavage when handing him a drink, or maintain eye contact a few seconds longer than necessary when saying good night. I ate it up.

One Friday night, the three of us hung out in their living room, watching a DVD. In the six years since that night, the movie we were watching was forgotten, although I vividly remember the long T-shirt that Julie was wearing. I remember how it reached her knees, and I remember wondering if she was wearing anything underneath. In fact, it’s safe to say that I found it hard to focus on the DVD.

About halfway through the movie, Julie got up from the couch and took the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Jerry went to help her, taking with him our empty glasses. I sat on the couch, staring at the paused image on the television screen, and after a couple minutes Jerry called out to me.

“Hey bro,” he shouted. “Come in here for a minute.”

In the kitchen, I found Julie perched atop a chair on her hands and knees. That long shirt she’d been wearing all night was hiked up past her hips, revealing a tiny black thong and a full round ass. Her back was arched, that beautiful ass staring me right in the face. Jerry stood in front of her. His shirt was still on, but his pants were down, gathered in a bunch at his feet. I stood in the doorway for a second, taking in what I’d stumbled upon – no! What I’d been invited to watch! – and then I stepped into the room for a better look.

As I moved closer to the kitchen table, Julie reached behind her, ostensibly to ensure that her shirt wasn’t obstructing my view of her ass, naked save for a tiny strip of fabric. Although I definitely liked what I was seeing, I wanted to move around the table and get a better look at what she was doing to Jerry, even if it meant having to see his cock. Jerry didn’t seem to care, and besides, I’d thought about Julie giving me oral sex for so long that seeing Jerry naked wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

I moved so that the table was between them and me, and watched Julie as she licked and sucked her husband’s cock. She didn’t use her hands at all, preferring to let her mouth and Jerry’s hips do all the work. At Jerry’s suggestion, Julie stopped going down on him just long enough to lose the thong. She stepped down from the chair, locking eyes with me as she slid her panties to the floor. She kicked them toward the kitchen doorway, then climbed onto the chair and got back to work. They put on an incredibly exciting show, and though instinct dictated that I downplay my own arousal, it wasn’t long before I was kneading my hard-on through my jeans, barely able to contain myself. In fact, it was a testament to my remarkable self-control that I kept my pants buttoned and zipped.

“You gotta get a look at that ass,” Jerry told me as his wife continued to wantonly devour his cock. Further urging was unnecessary, and I returned to my earlier vantage point, happy to gaze at his wife’s backside. As her head moved up and down on Jerry’s cock, her ass wobbled ever so slightly, and the sight made me even harder than I already was. When I offered praise, Julie moved a hand between her legs and opened her pussy with two fingers. All I could think about was dropping my jeans and thrusting into her as deeply as I could go, then repeating until I came. As it was, the visual I was enjoying would undoubtedly add much to the fantasy that I was going to use to get off that night.

The show continued for about half an hour, and I moved around the room to get a better view as necessary. At one point Julie actually masturbated, something I thought about very often. The fact that she masturbated wasn’t exactly a secret, but I frequently wondered how she did it. I never imagined that I’d get to see for myself. I was surprised by the intensity and urgency of her motions, and the thought of giving her a helping hand was exciting. Jerry came silently, something I didn’t even realize had occurred until Julie left the room to spit. In my fantasies Julie always swallowed, or at the very least let me come on her, but I liked the fact that she at least let him come in her mouth. Jerry pulled up his pants and we went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The room was silent for a couple minutes. I literally had no idea what to say.

Finally Jerry spoke: “What did you think?”

“That was really hot,” I said. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

Julie came out of the bedroom, still wearing her nightshirt, as well as a pair of gray sweatpants. It occurred to me that her black thong was still lying on the kitchen floor. “Okay,” she said, and Jerry put the movie back on. If I found it difficult to concentrate on the movie before, it was now impossible.

It was some time later that Jerry told me of the opportunity I had missed that night, and the signals I had been oblivious to. He wasn’t upset or anything, but I never did get another opportunity. It occurred to me that another of Jerry’s friends had probably been given the same shot and took it. I can’t honestly say that I would have joined Jerry and Julie had I actually been asked, or had I been bold enough to understand what they wanted of me. I’d like to think that I would have. After all, such chances don’t come along every day.

For the record I still do fantasize about threesomes involving myself and two gorgeous women. Jill is one of them, of course.

-Jack

Head Games

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Posted in fact one-on-one written by Jill

As promised, I gave Jack his long-awaited blowjob tonight. Also as promised, I wrote about it. The story that follows was written pretty much the way it happened, but I thought I would write it in present-tense. When Jack wrote his recent balcony story, I found the present-tense much more intense and immediate. I hope you find it bonerific. Well, those of you who have the potential for boners, anyway.

I step into the bedroom, wearing only a thin silk robe that hangs loosely from my body. You are already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I linger in the doorway and let you gaze at me for a minute before slowly dropping to my knees. Like a sexy cat, I crawl to you at a deliberate pace until I am kneeling right in front of you. I place my hands on your thighs and lean close so that I can nuzzle you. I feel you hard against the side of my face, and rub you against my cheek as I slowly and exquisitely tongue your balls. I lick my way up your shaft and then back down, then resume tonguing your balls while stroking you with my hand.

Your quickened breathing turns me on. After a few more tip-to-base licks, I devour you, taking you as far as I can. I suck you deeply, almost inhaling you. My hand chases my lips from your balls up to your head on each upward stroke, and then on the downward strokes my lips chase my hand. It’s not long before you’re moaning in sweet, intense pleasure. I don’t want to finish you off too quickly, of course. I slow down, licking you softly to maintain your arousal without pushing you too far. I can’t ignore my stirrage, and I reach into my nightstand for my rabbit.

For a moment my focus shifts away from you and I switch the toy on and touch it against myself. I’m already wet, and it slips inside me with ease as the tiny rabbit ears beat my clit with no mercy. I lean forward and kneel atop my rabbit as it thrusts up inside of me. I get back to work on you, at the same time bucking my hips up and down on the toy. While I ride it I suck and stroke your cock, intent on both of our orgasms. I come hard, choking back moans as I swallow your length deep into my throat, feeling myself gush with abandon as my floodgates open and drench my thighs, my feet, and my toy.

Now it’s your turn. My mouth tantalizes your frenulum and the underside of your head, while my hand quickly pumps your shaft. As your climax nears, your body tenses up, and I know this is going to be an orgasm you’ll never forget. You try to warn me of your impending ejaculation, though it’s understandably difficult for you to speak. Then you erupt like a geyser, and though I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment all day, you still manage to surprise me with the sheer force and volume. Totally spent, you fall back on the bed to catch your breath.

I’m very happy when, minutes later, you come join me in the shower.

-Jill

Anticipation

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They say that good things come to those who wait. I don’t know if it’s true, but I do know that the longer you wait for something, the better it tends to be.

Last night, we had dinner with friends of ours. The conversation was consistently exciting, and frequently involved sex. Three bottles of wine made us frisky, and by the time our guests left, Jack and I were both horny. Enjoying a great buzz, we went to bed, hoping that the alcohol in our systems and our heightened arousal would make for fantastic sex. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Jack fell asleep first, and I followed.

Sometime during the night I heard Jack apologizing for his lack of energy. I remember telling him not to worry about it, although in my state of sobriety I doubt he could understand my slurring. When we woke up this morning we had a very clear goal: As soon as we were both home from work, we were going to have sex, with no alcohol allowed. I wasn’t about to repeat what happened last night!

Of course, things don’t always work out the way we plan them. I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but there was an hour to kill between work and the appointment time, and I stopped home for a sample of the main course. Even giving him a blowjob would have been nice, and during my short drive home I thought naughty thoughts about freeing him from his pants and gobbling him up. Unfortunately Jack wasn’t expecting me until after the appointment, and he’d gone out.

Looking back on it, it was just as well. The deal was that we would have sex, meaning that we would take our time and really enjoy it. Even with an hour before my appointment, I would still be way too rushed in getting him off, and the last thing I would want to do is start something I don’t have the time to finish. Plus, at the very least I would need to brush my teeth and drive to my appointment. While that would give me maybe half an hour, or at the most forty minutes, to enjoy Jack’s cock, actually doing it would make me very wet and gushy indeed. I didn’t want to go to my appointment in that condition.

The anticipation of what (hopefully) awaited me at home made a routine appointment much more bearable. As I pulled up to our house I was pleased to find Jack’s car parked out front. I began to experience major stirrage as I imagined jumping my husband the second I walked into the house (a thought which had kept my mind occupied throughout the appointment). But his car wasn’t the only one parked there. Jack’s parents had stopped by for a visit. Now, my in-laws are wonderful people, but the less said about them in a sex blog, the better.

Walking into the house, I kissed my husband, said hello to his parents, and then went to our bedroom where I took a shower and (shhh…don’t tell Jack) got off with the hand-held showerhead. It was fun, but after I came I kind of wished I had waited until Jack had been there to share it with me.

When we had the house to ourselves, we did have sex, beginning with an amazing round of oral (Jack giving and myself the lucky receiver) that made up for the false start the night before. As I succumbed to one of many intense climaxes, I made a mental note to give him head before we were through. Despite the fact that it was almost nine o’clock by the time we got started, we had no shortage of energy. I’m sure that anticipation played some role in this, as we continued having sex for the better part of three hours, switching positions frequently. Jack amazed me with his stamina, pushing me further and further with each amazing orgasm he treated me to. And when it was his turn, I asked him to fill me up and he eagerly granted my request.

We kissed, the sort of raw, hungry kiss that begins sex for us much more often than it ends it. I realized with the slightest regret that I never did give Jack head. Oh well. Maybe that’s something we can write about tomorrow.

-Jill

Home Alone

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We spent the weekend at Jill’s parents’ house. Through an unexpected turn of events, we found ourselves home alone Saturday night. With no chance of parental (or other) intrusion, we regressed to a state I can only refer to as “high school horny”, when you’re still living at home, perpetually besieged by very active hormones, and can’t wait to have a couple hours’ privacy – or less! – to get your jollies.

We had just watched Jill’s parents pull out of the driveway, leaving for an overnight trip out of town. We had the house to ourselves for more than twenty-four hours, but neither of us saw any reason to procrastinate. After all, it’s best not to put off until tomorrow what you can do today, a lesson that I’ve learned all too well recently. So once the car was out of sight, we ran upstairs to the guest room. In spite of our instincts, we refrained from dropping any clothing on the way up, but once we were in our room with the door locked, we were both naked almost immediately, and locked in a warm embrace atop the bed seconds later.

We kissed for a very long time, neither of us feeling any need to rush. As the kissing escalated, our hands traveled across each other’s bodies, further building our arousal. After enjoying her sexy curves, my hand settled between Jill’s thighs, feeling her heat and her wetness. I explored her from the inside while she began to stroke my already-hard length, sharing a voracious kiss all the while.

Jill climbed on top of me and slipped me inside her. As she rode my thrusts she expertly played with herself, and I donated a couple fingers to her effort. Between my rapid upward thrusts, and the constant stimulation of her clit, she was close to a very intense climax. I felt her tense up, and as she came she collapsed on top of me, burying her face into my shoulder instead of moaning.

When it was my turn, I chose missionary position. Though not particularly imaginative, and not necessarily as exciting as doggy style, missionary has never let me down. Plus, it’s a great position for really deep penetration, especially when Jill puts her legs up on my shoulders. Which is exactly what she did, in fact. The feeling of her body against mine and her hips bucking against me, the taste of her nipple as she shoved it against my tongue, the sound of her breathing…my excitement was mounting, but it took me longer to climax than I thought it would. Jill reached down to stroke me as I moved in and out of her, her fingertips playing havoc all over me and accelerating my orgasm.

When I came, Jill took me in her hand and stroked me against her breasts. She brought me close to her mouth and kissed me clean, and then we cautiously ventured out of the guest room. As we opened the room door, we were glad to find the house as dark and quiet as when we started. We ran across the hall to the guest bathroom, and took a quick shower. Afterwards, Jill got a couple of towels from the hall closet and, having wrapped ourselves up in them, we headed to the backyard, where a warm and inviting hot tub awaited us.

It’s no secret that a good way to get us in the mood is to put us in the water, ideally with little – or no – clothing. Whether it’s the bathtub or the shower, a pool or a hot tub, a beach or a lake, there’s a good chance that, if we’re near or in water, we are thinking about sex. Of course, we were both already in the mood, and most definitely already thinking about sex. As we sat in the tub, enjoying the cool night air, immersed in hot, bubbling water, we listened to the sounds of the quiet night.

“Want to fuck again?” she asked.

I laughed. She knew the answer without even having to ask.

-Jack

Watching Us

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One evening this week, when Jill and I were in the mood to be watched, we started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into one of our accounts in the hopes of finding an audience. As is usually the case, we were only planning on having Jill give me oral on camera; she gets off on showing off, she always puts on a fantastic show, and for some very strange reason she is sometimes hesitant to get naked in front of complete strangers.

As is also usually the case, it can be tough to find a suitable audience (i.e. a couple, as we like watching even more than we like being watched). We looked for awhile, switching between several Yahoo! accounts, each with its own buddy list, but we had no luck finding anyone to show off for, or watch. We headed off to bed, to have sex without an audience. Which, let’s face it, is still pretty damn good.

As we headed to bed, I had a flash of brilliance. While Jill got undressed, I set up an older, rarely-used laptop in the bedroom. I attached one of our webcams, which I placed at a high vantage point atop our television. I started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into our account, while Jill picked out a favorite porn movie and put it in the DVD player. Then she got into bed.

When the movie began playing, Jill did too. She took a small silver bullet-shaped vibrator from her nightstand drawer and held it against her breasts, letting her nipples stiffen into erect peaks. While she did that, I used my other laptop to log into a different Yahoo! Messenger account. I accessed the webcam that was broadcasting from on top of the television, and maximized the window so that it filled the screen. For a moment I watched Jill using the toy on her clit. Then I set the laptop down on my nightstand and turned my attention to my wife.

As I sensuously caressed Jill’s thighs she continued to play, her eyes focused on the movie. Then I dropped down between her legs and began to feast, urged onward by the sounds of porn emanating from our television, the delicious taste and aroma of my wife, and the occasional sneaky glance up at the laptop on my nightstand. I enjoyed watching the two people on the screen, even knowing that they were us. In between licks, I worked three fingers in and out of Jill, and with a long, intense moan she came, hard and explosively.

“I want to watch,” she said, and flipped over onto her hands and knees. She turned so that she was facing my laptop, and with one hand bracing herself against the mattress she reached back and spread herself open. I slipped inside her from behind, and as she rode my thrusts we watched ourselves on the screen. Her body bucked against mine, and the way Jill felt, the way we looked on the screen, both accompanied by the sounds of a very energetic scene playing on the television took me exactly where I needed to go. As I came, Jill’s moans upon being filled up were louder and more erotic than my own.

We collapsed onto the bed and lay in each other’s arms, listening to the movie playing on the television until Jill picked up the remote control and turned it off. We lay in silence, watching each other watching the webcam until we were asleep. The next night, we did it all over again.

-Jack

Thanksgiving Weekend Sex (When Company’s Over)

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Friday, Jack’s old roommate stayed the night with us. This is the same guy who was staying over in our September 29th entry. He was passing through on the way home from Reno, where he’d spent Thanksgiving. He’s a really sweet guy, and he’s fun and handsome (but not as much as Jack). A few of my girlfriends think he’s hot, and at least one has slept with him.

We went out to dinner, and then we came home and watched a movie. When the movie ended, I excused myself to the bedroom. I got undressed and took a shower, and Jack came to join me. We washed each other, then kissed as the hot spray rinsed the soap from our bodies. We got out of the shower and dried off, and I asked Jack if our guest had gone to bed. Jack said yes. We got into bed, and I rolled over on top of Jack, holding his wrists down and pinning him.

We kissed some more, and I felt Jack’s fingers spreading me open. He caressed me for a moment, and when the kiss broke he slid down the bed, letting his mouth finish what his fingers started. Kneeling over him, I leaned against the headboard, which hit the bedroom wall noisily. Instinctively Jack tensed up. I giggled loudly at the noise, then caught myself, quieted down, and concentrated on what my husband was doing.

By the time I finally came, Jack had wiggled out from underneath me and was working on me from behind. It was better this way, because on all fours I had a pillow handy to muffle the sounds of my passion. When my climax passed, I rolled onto my back and took him inside me. As I pulled him close, I told him to fuck me. And not in a whisper, but at a normal volume. I’m sure he was surprised by my lack of discretion, but it didn’t hamper the mood at all.

His thrusts were soft at first, more out of a desire to keep quiet than in order to be gentle. But some of my most imaginative dirty talk inspired him to throw caution to the wind, and in a few minutes we were unconcerned with the sounds of the mattress, the headboard, or our own moans. I could feel myself close to another climax, and I knew Jack was too. My legs clasped around his back as my pussy clenched tightly on his cock, and I boldly announced my orgasm. We both came at once, and as he filled me, I couldn’t help but cry out.

Just like before, the possibility of being overheard was exciting, and the thought kept me aroused until after I had fallen asleep. This morning Jack was a little worried that we might have been too loud, but rather than making a quick exit, his roommate stayed two hours later than he planned to before getting back on the road. He even took us out to lunch. So if we kept him awake last night, he obviously wasn’t offended!

-Jill