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We got in at eleven o’clock last night after spending the evening at a party thrown by some friends of ours. We were surrounded by fun people, and I drank a few glasses of wine. Most people who know us pretty well are aware that having a couple glasses of wine makes me silly. Having a few glasses makes me horny.

The ride home was long, and more than once Jack and I joked about finding an out-of-the-way place to pull over and have sex in the car. We’ve done it before, of course, although usually closer to home. It’s been quite awhile since we’ve done that, and we both love the possibility of discovery. We’re freaks, we know, it’s nothing new.

As we pulled into our driveway, we were both glad we hadn’t actually stopped anywhere. The prospect of having rushed sex while half-dressed in the cramped backseat of a car somehow didn’t seem quite as erotic as being able to spend an hour or more comfortably lying naked on warm flannel sheets and a soft mattress.

We walked into the house, and I set my purse down on the floor. When Jack shut the front door, I took him by surprise, pushing him up against it. I rubbed him forcefully through his jeans, aroused to see just how ready he was. I could feel myself growing hotter and hotter until I finally unhitched his jeans, sliding them and his shorts to the floor.

Freed from his pants, Jack sprang to life. As I dropped slowly to my knees I gathered up my skirt around my waist, revealing a sexy pair of panties. I felt the cold tile of the entryway floor stinging at my legs as I settled down to take him into my mouth. I braced myself against the floor with one hand and arched my back a little, sticking my ass out, and imagined the sight a nonexistent audience might be enjoying as my head bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock.

My lips and tongue left little wet trails along him, trails that my hand quickly followed. His pleasure was evident by his lustful moans, and I continued doing exactly what I was doing. In fact, I did it faster, more passionately, knowing that eventually my efforts would certainly lead to his orgasm. Actually, I was counting on it.

I felt him throb in my hand and took my mouth off of him. “I want your come,” I said in a breathy whisper. I wasn’t trying to sound sexy, so if I did it was effortless. Jack loves it when I talk dirty, and I’m sure that hearing my words so close to the height of his sexual plateau didn’t hurt. I worked my mouth up and down the underside of his cock, paying special attention to his frenulum, and soon I could tell he was right on the verge.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder reassuringly and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft, feeling him come but sadly tasting nothing. When his climax subsided I continued to play him like a flute, especially the oh-so-sensitive frenulum. His continued moans excited me, and made me wish he would come again. He stayed nice and hard, and once I had cleaned him off we went into the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way.

It was my turn. Jack set me down on the bed and began kissing me all over, starting with my forehead. He kissed his way down to my chin, along my neck and over my shoulders, before grazing on my breasts for a very long time. As though he could sense when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he continued down my body, kissing each thigh, making his way to each foot and then back up again.

I got lost in the moment, in the feeling of what Jack was doing to me, and at first I didn’t even realize that he was going down on me. But before I knew it he was eating me like a ripe, juicy apple, and delicately massaging my thighs. As I felt the first stirrings of release, he was inside me, filling me completely, and that’s all it took.

We held each other for a long while, our bodies warm under the covers before he got up and turned out the lights. I thought briefly about how exciting it was to be the last one: Usually I come first. I like that, because then I can concentrate totally on my husband’s pleasure, and it’s wonderful not to have to get off “for him”, if that makes any sense. But once he came, knowing it was my turn, and that I would be utterly satisfied when I fell asleep, was amazing.

-Jill

Reunited, Part 2

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On Saturday, we were up and out very early. We had a busy but fun morning and, anticipating a late night, we returned to our hotel room in the early afternoon to take a nap, or at least spend some time watching television and not walking.

We headed to our room, Jill carrying her shoes in hand. The corridor was deserted, and she began unbuttoning her top. I was surprised by this, but after a minute the sight of my wife in an open blouse was so appealing that the threat of being seen by the cleaning staff did nothing to diminish my arousal.

“Like what you see?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question, as she already knew the answer. Walking backward, she tugged the sleeve of her blouse down, baring her shoulder. At the same time, her breasts threatened to spill forth from her bra, and I decided it would be best if I got us inside as soon as possible.

Then again, what was the rush? Though the hall was quiet and empty, I got a small charge out of the idea of someone coming out of his room and catching a glimpse of my wife partially undressed. Being watched is one of our biggest turn-ons, and I had no doubt that Jill was thinking the exact same thing I was.

We arrived at our room and I got our key card from my wallet. Jill turned me around before I could unlock the door. She reached down to touch me. “Want me to suck your cock?” she asked, smiling seductively. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” She squeezed her breasts together, and raised them up toward my face. “You could titty-fuck me, too. Would you like that?” Both options were very appealing, even moreso because of the fact that we weren’t locked safely in our room yet.

Jill unbuckled my belt. I felt like a Greek sailor, listening to the song of a beautiful Siren. Common sense told me to get this woman inside the room now, before we got caught doing something in a place we shouldn’t have been doing it. At the same time, I liked the idea of giving in. The exhibitionism aspect was exciting for sure, and I was really temped to listen to her Siren song, damn the consequences. We were right outside our room. It wasn’t like we couldn’t get inside in a hurry if need be.

I asked Jill if she wanted me to whip it out. She just laughed, took the room key from me, and unlocked the door. She pushed me inside, and before the door clicked shut her blouse hit the floor, the rest of her clothes right behind it. I followed suit, and we were atop the sex bed seconds later.

I maneuvered myself between Jill’s soft, warm thighs and began to massage them, as I gazed upon her smoothly-shaven pussy. The method she’d chosen to wake me up that morning was still very fresh in my mind, and I wanted to return the favor, to satisfy my hunger for her while satisfying her as well. As I began to nuzzle and lick her clit I rubbed her lips. She was extremely wet; my fingers slipped inside with no resistance.

While I continued to lick and suck on her, I worked my fingers in and out, pressing on her G-spot in the exact manner that had led her to orgasm many times before. As I did, I felt Jill’s hand on my head, pressing my face deep into her. Her thighs tightened around my head and with no warning beyond a single, sustained moan she came, very forcefully.

“Hot,” she said dreamily, and we lay in silence for awhile. Then Jill climbed up on top and rode me to another orgasm, an orgasm by all indications just as intense as her first one. She wasted no time before moving onto all fours and inviting me inside her. I wasted no time before accepting her invitation. I squatted behind her and she put me in. As I rode her, I caressed her breasts, and she leaned back so we could kiss. The taste of her tongue, and the feel of her body, ensured that I wouldn’t last very long.

Then housekeeping came in and scared the hell out of us. Jill screamed. She will probably insist that I was the one who screamed, and not her, but that’s not how I remember it. We pulled the covers over us quickly and sat there in the bed like frightened animals, unsure of what to say or do. The cleaning ladies backed out of the room, giggling and speaking Spanish. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time they’d walked in on people having sex.

When they were gone, I warily got up and placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door, then moved the metal latch into place so we wouldn’t be disturbed again. I returned to the sex bed to find Jill standing beside it, bent over and bracing herself against the mattress. In spite of the intrusion, the sight of her standing there, waiting for me, was all I needed to get back into the mood. In a minute I was back inside her, and not long after I was spent. Soon after that, we were enjoying our nap.

-Jack

Reunited, Part 1

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We arrived at the hotel after eleven o’clock on Friday night. There was a mix-up when we made our reservation, and instead of the king-sized bed we had been looking forward to sleeping in the whole drive down, we ended up with two queens. We were both exhausted. I had been up since five a.m., and Jack was still adjusting to West Coast time after his trip. We had an early start planned the next morning. Neither of us was about to complain over the hotel’s error.

When we finished checking in, we got our bags from the car and headed to our room. As we passed the swimming pool and hot tub, both enclosed behind a fence and locked up for the night, Jack said, “One bed for sleeping and one bed for sex.” I had been thinking the exact same thing. The hotel room we spent our first Valentine’s Day weekend in also had two queen-sized beds. Though it might seem gross or crude, it can be very nice to finish up having sex in one bed and be able to go to sleep in another, without having to change the sheets or even fix the blankets.

We let ourselves into the room and unpacked our things. Jack lay down on one of the beds (the “sleeping bed”) and turned on the TV. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and shave. I hoped Jack would join me, but I knew that he needed his rest. When my lonely shower was over, I dried off and went back into the room, where I found Jack asleep in front of the television. I sat on the bed beside him, and watched TV for a few minutes. I would love to be the kind of woman who’d jostle her husband out of a well-deserved rest, but I just couldn’t do it.

I got my toy out of my suitcase and lay down on the other bed (the “sex bed”, obviously). I thought about a fantasy that kept me happy while Jack was out of town, and went exploring. Even while I was playing, I hoped Jack would wake up, see what I was doing, and come help. The fantasy sent me to new heights, and it wasn’t long before I came. I was very glad that I had a different bed to sleep in.

I awoke very early the next morning when the alarm on my cell phone went off. Jack had awakened sometime during the night and gotten undressed. Now I reached over to touch him, slowly running my fingers across his chest. He didn’t stir. I pulled the bedsheet off of him, revealing his nakedness. His cock was limp and in need of attention, so I moved closer and began to kiss it all over. Though he didn’t wake up, he did stir. In fact, after a few moments of soft kisses he was completely erect.

I followed the kisses with long, agonizing licks from his balls all the way up to the tip of his head, one after the other. Jack finally woke, and tried to sit up. I pushed him back down onto the pillow, and resumed licking. As I did, I caressed his balls with one hand, gently rocking him with the other. I loved the sounds he made, quiet moans and shallow breaths. It excited me, as always, to know how much he enjoyed what I was doing.

He began to throb, and I held him in place while I slid my lips all the way down his length. As my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, my hand followed, stroking him toward my lips. His moans grew louder, and soon he started undulating his hips, thrusting against me as I worked to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He managed a whispered warning – as though I needed it – and then he was coming with as much force as I had the night before.

We lay there for a few moments as Jack’s heartbeat slowed down to normal, and I basked in the excitement of what just happened. After a couple minutes he said, “We should have moved to the sex bed.” I had forgotten we even had one. We got up and took a shower, and started our day.

-Jill

Long Distance Lovin’

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Three thousand miles, to be exact.

This week, Jack is out of town. We haven’t been in the same room in five days. It’s rare for us to be apart this long, especially since we’ve been married. But whenever we go a couple days without making love, or even without seeing each other, it strengthens our desire for one another.

As you know if you read my “Toy Box” entry, I have a small collection of sex toys that I am fond of using. My two newest toys, which Jack bought me a couple weeks ago, couldn’t have been given to me at a better time. Since he’s been gone, I’ve managed to find the time to use them once a day, usually right after my bath, just before bedtime. Though I probably don’t need any added stimulation, I put an adult movie on, light a candle on my nightstand, and turn off the room lights. Then I take about forty-five minutes to explore and touch every inch of my body, with my fingers as well as my toys, whatever it takes to get myself where I want to go. It’s exquisite, even if it is no substitute for the touch of the man I love.

When I got home yesterday evening, I turned on the television and sat down to check my e-mail. To my surprise, Jack was online, and he immediately sent me an instant message. We chatted for awhile, and he told me about his day. He and the friend he is travelling with had just come in from dinner and drinks, and were hanging out at the hotel before turning in for the night.

I remembered that Jack’s laptop had a built-in webcam. At one point, I joked that he should give me a show. Of course, I knew that wouldn’t be feasible for him with his friend in the room, and I wasn’t about to return the favor under those circumstances either. Don’t misunderstand me, I am not against the idea or even the practice of showing off on camera for someone other than my husband (with his permission). I actually find it quite sexy, and a tremendous boost for my self-esteem. But this particular friend doesn’t do it for me. Sorry, nothing personal, friend!

Jack suggested that he excuse himself to the bathroom for some privacy. Excited by this idea, I ran to the bedroom to get one of my toys. When I returned to the living room, the invitation to view Jack’s webcam was on screen. I accepted his invite and was instantly treated to the sight of Jack’s smiling face. A flowery shower curtain hung in the background. I was eager to see more of him, and when I told him so he moved the webcam down to give me a quick but enticing look. Then he moved it back up, showing me his face once again as he typed. That’s when it dawned on me: Having a built-in webcam means you can’t aim it below the belt and type at the same time. While Jack’s built-in webcam seems more reliable than our old USB webcams, there is definitely an advantage to having a webcam you can point anywhere regardless of the angle of your screen.

Speaking of which, I was going to need to find one of our USB webcams, or else the show would be very one-sided. I hurried to Jack’s office, relieved to find that one of the webcams was just where I expected it to be. I connected it, set it down on the TV tray that held my laptop, and once Jack was watching, I sent him a message telling him to enjoy the show. Then I began to strip off my clothes, slowly and seductively.

When I was naked, I sat down, seeing Jack’s excited expression on his webcam. I moved mine so that it was once again pointing at me, and gave him a nice view of me from my face down to my breasts. I took my toy in hand and began to use it. I know what he really wanted to see, of course. But I couldn’t think of any reason not to tease him for awhile first. Not even the fact that he was tying up the single bathroom.

The expression of excitement on his face gave way to pleasure. I knew what he was doing, and the thought of it made me feel very hot. I tried to picture him as he was, maybe naked like me, or else still dressed but with his jeans open, allowing him total access. I tried to picture his hand around his hard, delicious cock, stroking it back and forth, very intent on orgasm.

He messaged me again, requesting that I move the webcam. A less-secure woman might have thought that the sight of her face and breasts just wasn’t turning him on. However, I supposed that he had been teased for long enough. I moved the webcam so that it broadcasted an unobstructed view of my new rabbit thrusting in and out of my slippery-wet pussy, then put my feet up on the corners of the TV tray as I played. The feeling of my toy was overwhelming, as was the thought of what Jack was doing almost a world away. His face contorted in an obvious orgasm, one I was sorry I couldn’t share with him. For a moment I regretted not asking him to turn the camera toward his cock as he came, even as the thought of witnessing it pushed me over the edge as well.

Just one more day…

-Jill

Balcony Sex: Jill’s Reaction

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I walked into the house Monday night, the story Jack wrote for me still very fresh in my mind. I set my purse down on the living room floor and walked into the pool room, where I found my husband on the treadmill, his headphones over his ears as he ran in place. His eyes were focused on nothing at all, and he stared straight ahead. He didn’t notice me. I thought about walking closer, or even waving my arms back and forth wildly in an attempt to get his attention, but I didn’t. Instead I walked out of the pool room and back into the living room, where I took off my clothes.

I walked back into the room where Jack was working out, hoping to surprise him with my nakedness and lure him to our bed. Done with his workout, he stepped off the slowing treadmill and walked toward me. He was excited to see that his story had the desired effect. Jack took me in his arms and kissed me hello, and I told him how much I enjoyed his story. “Next time we go on vacation, maybe we can get a room with a balcony,” he suggested. As he held me in his arms, I could feel his heart beating rapidly against me. His embrace was secure but gentle, and he smelled just like a man who’s been working out should, sweaty but not unpleasant. Nevertheless, I suggested we take a shower.

We huddled under the hot spray, water cascading down our bodies. Though the intimacy of the shower was exciting, I couldn’t wait to get out and get started, and I hoped Jack couldn’t either. When we finally got out and dried off, we stood in front of the bathroom counter and kissed for a long while. Then I turned and put my right leg up on the counter, just like in the story. Jack, standing behind me, began to massage my ass while I lowered a hand and played with myself a little. Soon he got down on his knees and began to pleasure me with his mouth and his hands, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stood up quickly and entered me. I came hard, my pussy gushing like a burst water balloon as I collapsed against the bathroom countertop.

When I recovered from my orgasm, it was Jack’s turn. I moved him against the countertop and slowly sank to my knees, kissing him all the way down. When I reached his cock, still dripping wet from my very intense climax, I took it in my mouth and swallowed as deeply as I could. A moan of pleasure was my reward as I began to work my mouth up and down his hardness, tasting my own wetness on my tongue as I did. As I sucked him, I played with his balls, caressing them gently with one hand while stroking him up against my mouth with the other. It took him very little time to come, and then we returned to the warmth of the shower.

Jill

A Scare-ifying Halloween Story

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Well, not really. But since it’s Halloween, I thought I would tell a story of a Halloween party we went to a few years back. Or, more accurately, the aftermath.

The year that Jill and I started dating, we were invited to a Halloween party at a local hotel. It was a very elaborate party with about a hundred guests, all in costume. Jill and I dressed up as vampires, complete with formalwear, ghost-white greasepaint, and plastic fangs, and had a great time. There was plenty of food and drink, music and dancing, and great conversation when the music wasn’t too loud.

By ten-thirty, I was pretty much done with the party, and I’m pretty sure Jill was too. However, I was hoping to thank the couple who threw the party, and they seemed occupied, so we decided to take a walk around the hotel. Once we’d made our way around the ground floor, we decided to venture upstairs. We found an elevator and chose a floor at random, then took a walk through a nondescript hallway. At the end of the hallway was a window that looked out on the freeway and, having literally run out of places to go, we gazed out of it for a moment.

“Want to make out?” Jill asked. I kissed her, and before we got too carried away, we moved into the small area between the hallway and the staircase so that people walking down the hallway wouldn’t be able to see us. We resumed making out, secure in the knowledge that we were hidden from view. We kissed long and passionately, and without realizing exactly how or when, my hand found itself massaging Jill’s breasts. Soon she took my hand and moved it down her black dress, letting it rest between her legs. I felt her heat mere inches away from my fingertips and pulled up her dress, my hands touching her stockings on the way up.

Eventually I came upon her black silk panties, and I caressed her through them. As we continued to kiss, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, allowing me access to her slippery wet pussy. As I played with her, she took her mouth off of mine and sighed deeply, her hair tickling my neck and the side of my face. I continued to play with her, feeling her wetness as my fingers found their way inside her while my thumb strummed her tiny-yet-erect clit.

After a few minutes more, we decided that we had tempted arrest long enough, and headed back downstairs. Rather than returning to the party or thanking our hosts, we got out of there. At home, we took a hot, steamy shower in order to scrub all of our makeup off, then got into bed. Although no longer dressed as vampires, we paid special attention to each other’s necks that night.

-Jack

Porn and Pizza

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We were originally planning an entry on sex toys for yesterday or today, but Jill’s work schedule has made it impossible for her to write anything, and unfortunately she’ll probably be too busy through the end of the week to write anything beyond the briefest of entries. She’ll probably get around to it when her schedule allows, but in the meantime I figured I’d fill the void and write about something else, namely porn and pizza.

We held our first porn and pizza party in summer of 2006. We’d been talking about doing it for at least six months, half-joking, in whispered conversations with friends who, like us, watched porn and weren’t too “proper” to talk about it. I’d gotten the idea from a 2002 movie called Porn ‘n Chicken, based on a club at Yale University that would gather regularly to watch porn and eat Popeye’s Chicken. Since I like pizza better than I like chicken – and since the resulting change was alliterative and therefore catchier-sounding – I began talking about having a porn and pizza party.

At the first party, which we held at Jill’s place, we ordered a couple pizzas from a local restaurant we both liked, and served wine, beer and liquor in addition to soda and water. We watched a couple movies from our DVD collection, and sort of heckled the bad dialogue and plot contrivances, while no doubt wishing we were all tipsy enough to have a giant orgy. When the pizza was eaten and the movies were over, those still sober enough to drive left, while those who weren’t crashed in the guest room (and you know who you are).

Our second porn and pizza party took place in December of 2006. We tried to make it a Christmas-themed affair, but I was only able to find one holiday-related film to show; the other movies we planned to show were unrelated. However, keeping with the theme, we played ambient Christmas music at a low volume throughout the evening. Pizza and libations were more or less the same as they had been at the previous party, and once again we began by watching the movies, laughing at the incompetent acting and dialogue, eating pizza and killing a few bottles of wine.

By the time the pizza was eaten or put away, we had moved on to our second movie of the night. So focused was I on the on-screen happenings that I was the last to notice that it had grown quiet in the room, thanks to two of our guests putting on their own live-action porn film on the couch. Their display, which consisted of the wife giving oral sex to the husband, had everyone else’s attention, and after processing what was happening the rest of us quickly followed suit. After awhile, it was clear that the party had to move to its next logical stage, but no one knew how to start. Finally someone asked if they could use the guest bed. We all went to our own neutral corners, as it were, with Jill and I retreating to our room, and the other couple taking the couch. It was definitely the most fun Christmas party I can remember.

We held our third party in April of last year. Other than the Christmas music, it happened pretty much like the previous one: Porn on television, pizza, wine and beer, followed by head on the couch and sex in private. I would have loved to have had the nerve to suggest that we all stay in the living room, but I figured that if anyone else was into that idea, surely someone would have brought it up. Once we were in our room, going at it wantonly on the bed, the sounds – as well as the thoughts – of what our guests were doing elsewhere, proved an amazing turn-on, leading to what Jill said at the time was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. And me, too.

We hoped to have subsequent parties a bit more often, but our move out of the area (and renting Jill’s old place) meant getting together with our friends less often than we would like. The closest we’ve come was when we had one couple over for dinner and drinks this past New Year’s Eve. There was no pizza, and no plans for porn until the other husband suggested it. We watched a movie until about five minutes to midnight, when we switched it to one of the local stations so we could watch the countdown to the New Year. We planned to put the movie back on, and hopefully have some same-room oral sex at the very least, but by the time we were through watching whichever flavor-of-the-week band was performing on delay from New York, our guests were exhausted and went to bed. It was, very likely, the end of a (short-lived) era.

On the rare occasion that another porn and pizza party is brought up, it’s back to being spoken of in a whispered, half-joking manner. Nonetheless, these get-togethers were exhilarating and fun, and help reinforce the notion that having sex in the next room can be just as hot as doing it in the very same room.

-Jack

A Quick Entry, But Not About a Quickie

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The last time we had sex was Tuesday night. We planned to have sex Monday, but at a fantastic dinner with Vincent and Mia that night, Jill had a little too much to drink. Although she sobered up fairly quick once we got home, she had a pretty bad migraine and we were both tired. So we decided to have sex Tuesday in order to make up for it, especially given that Jill’s schedule for the rest of the week might make sex difficult.

When I got home from work on Tuesday, I sent her an e-mail explaining in detail what I planned to do with her when she got home, and what I wanted her to do with me. Before she left work for the day she replied to my e-mail, leaving no question that she was as ready as I was.

I lit a couple votive candles and placed them on our nightstands. Then I turned on the bathtub faucet, and while it was filling I found a tub of bath salts Jill likes and sprinkled some into the
bath water.

As the bathtub filled, I went out into the living room and opened the blinds to await Jill’s arrival. As I saw her car pull into the driveway, I became aroused in anticipation of what was to come. I met her at the door and kissed her, and as soon as she set her purse down I took her hand and led her down the hall.

We paused in the bathroom doorway. The bathtub was almost completely filled, and very exciting. I undressed her, and she climbed into the tub. After a moment, she asked if I was going to join her. I politely declined, deflecting her words of disappointment by explaining that the bath was all for her. Besides, our tub isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate both of us without displacing half of the water.

I stood nearby as she relaxed in the bath, and we talked about her day at work, and mine. She enjoyed a nice, long bath, then she got out and I dried her off, and it was off to the bedroom.

It was nice to make love, for a change. And I’m a guy who rarely, if ever, uses the expression “make love” to describe sex.

-Jack

Tales From the Bookshelf

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I thought about doing another entry along the lines of Jill’s “What I’m Reading…” entry from last month. The problem is that I’m not reading anything at the moment, and I didn’t want to start reading something just for the sake of another entry, as that would probably come off as forced. Also, Jill’s not reading anything at the moment that would be suitable to talk about in a sex blog. Standing before our previously-mentioned sex bookshelf in the hopes of getting the perfect idea for today’s entry, I had a momentary flash of brilliance. It doesn’t happen too often.

The book that inspired this flash of brilliance is “The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks”, by Jen Sincero.We picked this book up a couple years ago, more or less as a joke. We were on a week-long road trip, and happened to stop at a used book store. Although Jill’s never been with another woman, it’s a fantasy we both enjoy very much. It was a couple bucks, and at the very least we hoped it would add some variety and depth to our fantasy.

On the long drive home, Jill finished the book she was reading and moved on to our new book. She began reading silently, but after a few minutes she started reading aloud so that I could enjoy the book too. She began with chapter two, entitled, “The Super-Huge Importance of Sticking Your Hand Down Your Pants.” Before long she was on chapter five, entitled, “Oh My God, She Wants Me to Eat Her Pussy!” We had hours before we would be home, and while I couldn’t think of a better way to stay awake than listening to Jill reading the author’s thoughts on girl-on-girl mutual masturbation and cunnilingus, and describing the accompanying pictures (which consisted of naked Barbie dolls demonstrating various positions), my mind was focused on getting home and indulging in the kind of raw, unrestrained sex two people have when they’ve been locked in a car for most of an entire day.

Chapter seven was “And Boy Makes Three!” I’d been aroused, if not erect, the whole time Jill had been reading to me. There were still four or five hours before I could realistically get some relief. Jill, on the other hand, had already come a couple times. Before she was done with chapter two, she’d begun rubbing her thighs through her jeans, kneading herself vigorously with the palm of her hand while she read. At the start of chapter four, “Gettin’ Some 101”, she decided it was pointless to try and wait til we got home, and had opened her jeans, working her free hand into the waistband of her panties and softly caressing herself. Before the end of that chapter, her jeans were down around her feet and she was playing with her very wet pussy as though without the slightest concern for who might observe in a passing car. For awhile she tried to maintain an some semblance of decency and modesty by keeping her panties on, but she gave up on this before she’d gotten through the next chapter.

I was glad that we were on a long, straight stretch of highway as I glanced at Jill in the passenger seat. She was trying to work her panties down while still seated. Once they had made it past her ass and to mid-thigh, it was much easier and she breathlessly pulled them down to her feet, then stepped out of them and her jeans. She put one foot up on the dashboard and then she really got to work. I found it difficult to maintain my focus on the road ahead of me while Jill was stroking her clit with absolute determination in the seat next to me. The sounds her lips made as she played with them, the smell of her body, the words she was reading, all made me wish it wasn’t completely foolhardy to find a rest stop and satisfy both of us. Instead I continued on, hoping my prolonged hard-on wouldn’t make me lightheaded. In minutes she set the book down on the seat and enjoyed a hard-earned orgasm.

She continued reading, and playing, until she had finished the book. When she had her last orgasm, I was so caught up in what she was doing that I missed our turn-off and had to exit. At the foot of the exit was a small town. I pulled into a parking lot in order to turn around and get back on the highway. For the briefest instant, I considered throwing caution to the wind and taking Jill into the back seat. If there was a part of me that would have really considered it, the sight of a police car parked in the lot convinced me it was a bad idea.

That night, as we lay in bed, I finally got my long-awaited relief. As I enjoyed the feel of Jill’s body, I couldn’t help but entertain the hope that the new book might lead to wonderful new adventures.

The Happiest Place on Earth

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Per Vincent’s request, and with M&L’s permission, I am going to write about a very fond memory of ours. Unlike some entries we’ve posted on this blog, this one is absolutely true. It was a lot of fun to re-live it for this entry. I will refer to the other couple as “M” and “L” (“M” being the woman, and “L” being the man), even though those aren’t their real names, obviously, or even their initials.

A couple years ago, the four of us took a trip to Disneyland. I’ll withhold the boring, unsexy details of the trip itself in favor of something that happened the second night of the trip. We had returned to our hotel from the park and gotten ready for bed. M and L were in their bed, and Jill and I were in ours. We watched television for awhile, Jill fell asleep, and then we turned the TV and the lights off. I was anticipating the next day at Disneyland, and if I knew Jill, she was dreaming about what rides we would go on, where we would eat, and the other things we would do.

As I settled into bed to sleep, Jill reached over to me and let me know, without a single word, that she was horny. She stroked me through my shorts, using the most subtle movements, so as not to betray to M and L what she was doing. After a couple minutes, she snuck her hand inside of my shorts, quickly locating my already-hard cock. Despite her slow and gentle movements, I was very aroused, and she leaned close so she could kiss me on the mouth. As I felt her tongue moving between my lips I reached down her body, delighted to feel her smooth skin instead of the panties I had been expecting. I placed my hand between her thighs, sensuously working my way up them. Her warmth was inviting, and soon I found that she was wet, her pussy yielding easily to my touch. As I put a finger inside of her, she began to stroke me more vigorously, though not so much that her movements could be seen in the dark.

Our mouths finally parted. Jill raised her leg up ever so slightly as I penetrated her with a second finger, using my thumb to stimulate her clit. Though we were aware of the sleeping couple in the next bed, there was no way we were stopping now. I continued to play with Jill and she did the same with me, until she leaned close and whispered that she needed me inside her. As I quickly yanked down my shorts she shushed me quietly, then rolled over onto her back. I shifted so that I was on top, and slid into her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, guiding me in and out of her.

As our movements grew more intense, I heard a sound from the other bed. Jill and I froze, assuming that either M or L were getting up to go to the bathroom. After a second, when the sounds continued, it became clear that they were following our lead. I glanced over to the other bed in the hopes of seeing something in what scant light there was, but I could see nothing. I waited, and soon Jill whispered, “It’s okay.” I began thrusting again, listening to the sounds made by our friends. My mind conjured up exciting images of what they might have been doing in the dark, what position they were enjoying mere feet away from us, and as Jill and I continued to fuck, the images made the turn-on so much greater. They didn’t talk dirty, they barely moaned. There was little noise beyond that made by their mattress, or ours. But knowing that they were having sex in the next bed over from where we were doing the same thing was truly exciting.

All of a sudden, L came, moaning heartily. As he did, M began moaning too, though I didn’t question whether she actually came or was just moaning for his benefit (or for ours). I didn’t care. But their sounds set Jill off. She definitely came. Her own moans, and the feeling of her pussy spasming around my cock drove me to my own orgasm. As I filled her up, she sighed happily, earning an appreciative catcall from L. We lay there in almost-complete silence for several minutes, the only sounds those of our breathing. No one said another word until morning. Jill and I kissed again, and she turned over. She was asleep in less than a minute.

M got up to take a shower. I strained through the darkness in the hopes of getting a look at her. I saw only the faintest shape pass by on the way to the bathroom door.

Thanks to M&L for their help on this one!

-Jack