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A Warm Welcome

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I opened the front door and stepped into the living room.  Jack was dozing on the couch.  I was momentarily disappointed, as I  had hoped to come in and find him naked on our bed, stroking his hard cock as he waited for my arrival.

Careful not to disturb his rest, I moved quietly.  But then a  naughty idea came over me, and I walked over to the couch.  I  knelt on the floor in front of him, and unbuckled his belt.  I  unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and reached in to find him  already aroused.  He must have been enjoying an amazing dream.

I immediately got to work making Jack’s dream a reality.  Slowly  I began to stroke and lick his erect cock.  I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him deep into my mouth as he moaned  with pleasure.  I eagerly stripped off his jeans, then dropped my own pants and panties to the floor.

Climbing onto the couch, I straddled Jack’s cock.  His eyes opened as he felt my weight settle on him.  As he began to thrust I rode him hard and fast, eager for my release.  It didn’t take me long to cum, and I soaked his cock with my juices.

Feeling my sticky wetness on my thighs, I climbed off of the couch and I knelt back down.  I began to suck Jack’s cock, enjoying the tanginess of my pussy on him.  I was just as eager for Jack’s release as I had been for mine, and he didn’t disappoint.  After a few minutes of oral pleasure I was rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum. But we were far from finished.

In the bedroom I shed my top and my bra, and grabbed a bottle of lube and a toy.  When I returned to the living room, I set them down on the carpet and got on all fours, presenting Jack with my ass and my pussy.  I arched my back and felt him lick both of my hungry orifices.  I felt a familiar sensation as he pressed a well-lubed silicone plug against my ass, working it in gradually until it was inserted all the way.

“Fuck me,” I told him.  “Make me explode.”

I felt Jack’s cock part my lips, filling me completely.  I was stretched so tightly, feeling fuller than I had ever felt before.  I clenched down on the plug and on his cock as he began to fuck me.  His hands gripped my hair, pulling my head back with each forward thrust.  Every time the head of his cock crashed against my G-spot I felt myself drawing ever closer to another climax and before long I found myself cumming and squirting, panting and moaning in ecstasy.

Without removing the plug, Jack withdrew from my pussy, releasing another flood of my juices.  He quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, and eventually his fist.  I swallowed him up, my pussy throbbing around his wrist as he stimulated my G-spot once again.  At the same time I felt his tongue lapping against my clit, and I began to gush again, rivulets of my cum running like a river down my legs.    I felt Jack’s mouth move down my thighs, kissing away the warm traces of my wetness as he continued to pump his fist in and out.

My mouth hung open, frozen mid-moan as orgasm after orgasm overtook me.  When Jack finally took his hand out of my pussy, his cock took its place.  He began to move the plug in and out of my ass, all the while fucking me hard, without mercy, each movement threatening to split me in half.  Just when I found myself wondering how much more I could take I came one last time, screaming with pleasure, my body shuddering and bathed in sweat.

It was Jack’s turn then.  He gave a deep, guttural growl of release, and then I felt his cock swell and explode, filling me with his cum.   He collapsed against my back, his dripping member slowly softening as it slipped out.  Jack placed his hands on the plug and started to remove it.

“No,” I said.  “I want another round.”

Formspring Friday: Time For Sex

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If you’re looking for our Flash Fiction Friday story, it can be found here.

How long does intercourse usually last for you? How long is the whole session including foreplay? Are you satisfied with how long it lasts or do you wish it was shorter/longer?

This is the sort of Formspring submission that we wish we could answer succinctly along the following lines:

Two hours; three and a half hours; yes, we are satisfied with how long it lasts.

Unfortunately, there’s no way to succinctly answer this three-part question.  Nothing about the sex that we have is standard; we could have sex on ten occasions, and have it last ten very different lengths of time.  There are many reasons for this, and many factors that conspire to determine the length.  Most of them involve our baby girl.  
Is she asleep for the night?  If so, we are likely to have a couple hours, although by the time she has been put to bed and we’ve accomplished all the non-sexual things that need accomplishing, it’s usually quite late and we’ll make do with anywhere from half an hour to an hour.  When we prioritize correctly, i.e. we have sex first and then do all the non-sexual things, we sometimes manage a couple hours.
Is she just napping?  If so, the length of the session depends on timing.  If Jill happens to be home when the baby falls asleep, or more likely if she happens to get home from work soon after the baby falls asleep, we’ve usually got around two hours to enjoy each other.  This often translates into several orgasms for Jill, and anywhere between one and three for Jack; plus a shower, post-coital cleanup, and perhaps even a conversation about each other’s day, all before she wakes up.  
However, timing the baby’s naps to coincide with Jill’s arrival from work isn’t always possible.  Sometimes she falls asleep much earlier, and by the time Jill gets home there’s a half hour left on the clock.  Or less; we have no way of knowing, obviously.  We make an honorable attempt at sex, though it is sometimes curtailed by a little girl who wakes suddenly, disoriented and in need of milk or attention.
Is the baby with a babysitter?  (Yes, we’ll sometimes leave her with a babysitter solely so that we can fuck with reckless abandon, never once worrying that a careless scream of pleasure is going to wake her.)  If so, we’ve probably got a couple hours.  When this happens it’s typically in the late afternoon or evening, so there’s virtually no chance that we’re going to be too tired for sex, or that it will get too late and we’ll decide to skip it.
Are Jack’s parents staying over, and keeping the baby occupied while we “nap”?  If so, we can probably get away with an hour or so, though two hours is not unheard of under these circumstances.  The problem is that when they’re actually staying in our home, we’d much rather have sex quickly, just for the release of it.  After all, it’s not like we can be as loud as we want when they’re around.
Is the baby awake and sitting on the couch or otherwise unrestrained?  Or for that matter, awake and in her playpen?  In either situation we’ll probably settle for a quickie, as she tends to notice if we’re not around, and if it’s the former, there’s nothing keeping her from getting down from the couch and walking into our room, or at least right up to the door.  If it’s the latter, after a relatively short period of time she is likely to very vocally express her displeasure at being cooped up.  Since we don’t live in a particularly large house, her voice carries, and one can only hear, “I’m ready to get out” so many times before it starts to fuck with one’s arousal.
The adorable face of a tiny cockblocker
Another factor in determining how much time we have for sex is how horny we are.  If it’s a typical weekday, chances are that we’ve spent much of it talking on the phone, tweeting, emailing, or texting back and forth about sex.  The anticipation at this point becomes tangible, and as soon as Jill walks in the door it needs to happen immediately.  Sometimes this results in a relatively quick session, especially if the baby has been sleeping for awhile beforehand and there’s a chance she’ll wake soon.
In short, the amount of time we spend on sex depends on how much time we have.  Sex can last anywhere from half an hour to a few hours depending on the above factors.  There have been times when the baby has interrupted us, especially if she wakes from a nap while we’re in the middle of it; but we can usually wait until she’s down for the night and pick up where we left off.  Luckily, when we’re starting off, it’s not very difficult to estimate how much time we might have.
As for how long intercourse itself lasts, we generally spend more time on foreplay than we do on intercourse.  Sometimes intercourse makes up about 25% of a sex session while foreplay makes up 75%.  We enjoy intercourse greatly, but to us it’s just another item at the sexual buffet.  A very tasty item, sure, but nonetheless just an item.  Once again, a number of factors influence the exact length, but if we have sex for two hours, we might spend anywhere between forty minutes and an hour having intercourse.  
Because of the baby’s precarious sleep schedule, we don’t always have orgasms, though we always try to.  It’s difficult, however, when you have a baby who tends to make her own schedule and come and go as she pleases.  Therefore while we are usually satisfied at the end of a session, we aren’t always.  Actually, even when we both climax excessively and are for all intents and purposes completely satisfied physically and emotionally, we still wish it could have lasted longer.  We enjoy sex so much that it’s almost like no matter how much we have, it’s never enough..
Neither of us have ever wished that it was shorter.

UPDATE:  Thanks to Liza Bennet for bringing this post to the attention of none other than world-renowned sex therapist Dr. Ruth Westheimer!

Dr. Ruth says this post “makes a lot of sense”. Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod…

If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!

Flash Fiction Friday: Cooling Off

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Bill woke in a wicker chair.  Rays of early morning sunshine flooded the room.  Sylvia and Joelle had ejected him from the bed hours earlier when they returned to the room from the beach.  They wanted the bed, and all he would do was cramp their style.  
Bill blinked through the rummy haze and watched as the women, entwined like the caduceus, explored each other’s bodies.  Lips met lasciviously as fingers parted spread thighs and traced paths across breasts and bellies.
He shifted in the chair, a soft rustle alerting the women.  Joelle took her mouth off of Sylvia’s neck and said, “Useless is awake.”
“Don’t let me stop you, ladies,” Bill said, and began to enthusiastically pump a handful of his erect cock.
“Don’t you dare, Bill,” Sylvia admonished.  “You know the rules.”
“Come on!” he said.  “Be fair.”  Joelle grabbed the flogger from the nightstand and shook it menacingly at him.  Bill sighed in frustration.
“If it’s too hot in here, you know what you can do.”
Bill picked up his shorts from beside the bed, put them on and left the room.  He walked down the path to the beach, and took an icy swim. (198)
-Jack


Credit: Islands.com

Behind the Scenes

For the third straight week, Ram the Sunlover is filling in for Panserbjørne.  His requirements for this story were a bit different from the typical Flash Fiction Friday challenge in that in addition to the usual word range (181-199) and a required phrase (“soft rustle”), participants were given two images, seen above, and instructions to use the two images to bracket the story, with either one represented in the beginning, and the other represented at the end.

The idea for this story, and the incorporation of the two pictures, came to me pretty quick; I decided to simply present the scene, and provide almost no exposition as to who the characters were.  I liked the ambiguity, and the questions it would likely raise not only in the viewers mind, but had also raised in my own.  Who are these women?  What is their relationship to each other?  How does Bill fit in?  Why are they all sharing a room?  Feel free to speculate, with the understanding that I have no concrete idea as to any of it.

Deleted Scenes

While I found the 199-word limit a bit more constrictive than I initially thought it would be, I managed to tell the story I wanted to tell.  Though tight and lacking in detail, no scenes were left on the cutting-room floor; the only changes I made involved deleting a few arguably unnecessary words, as usual.

Soundtrack

A piece of reggae music would work well here, preferably something slow and sensual.  “Boom Shack-a-Lak” by Junior Reid comes to mind, as does “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” by Big Youth.

Bad Vibes?

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While looking through SexIs, the online magazine of EdenFantasys, we noticed an article written by our friend and fellow blogger AHubbyof2SexualMinds.  The point of the article is that sex toys provide a relationship with variety and excitement.  They are fun, as any toy should be.  Thus, fear of them impedes much of what is possible sexually.

I’ve never had a problem with sex toys in theory.  In fact, as someone who’s watched porn since long before he could possess it legally, I have always been intrigued by them.  Though I am aware of the fact that some men disdain them, I’ve never been able to view such an object as unsafe in and of itself – unless it’s made from unsafe materials, and that’s an entirely different discussion.
There are myriad reasons why men might harbor bad feelings toward their wives’ or girlfriends’ vibrators, not the least of which is that they view them as competition or as a threat, as though the women are grooming the vibrators to somehow replace their men.  Vibrators make some men feel inadequate, as if the very presence of one in their wife’s nightstand drawer is evidence that they are incapable of providing pleasure and satisfaction.  If the vibrator is particularly large, this may cause doubt or other negative feelings about their own size.
It’s not inconceivable that some men are also jealous that a vibrator has such intimate knowledge of their wives.  Sure, on some level it’s ridiculous to think that an inanimate object can have knowledge of anything, but I imagine that, for some, this is a real concern.  A vibrator may not be a living, breathing human being, but women still have sexual relations with them, in a manner of speaking.  I can see how such a thought process might inspire jealousy.
I don’t get jealous of vibrators.  Never have.  I don’t see vibrators rendering interpersonal relationships obsolete; my thought is that any woman who would rather have a vibrator didn’t really want me in the first place.  Though there may not have been any future in the relationship, the vibrator itself wasn’t the threat.
I am more likely to feel threatened or jealous if my significant other had another man (or woman).  And with some of the people that I dated when I was single, that was not only possible but probable.  Another person can offer much more than a vibrator can, including financial and emotional support.  Another person can cook, take out the trash and perform other chores, cuddle on the couch and watch TV, and help you raise a child.  A vibrator is inequipped for all of these tasks.  So I can see feeling threatened under such circumstances, but to worry about a battery-operated piece of plastic covered in silicone?  This makes no sense to me.
With the exception of my first two girlfriends, the use of sex toys has always been a regular part of my routine when I’m with someone else.  This is especially true of my long-term relationships, but also of more casual “friends with benefits” type situations as well.  In most cases it was I, and not my girlfriend, who initially suggested using sex toys.  The main attraction for me has always been in watching the other person have an orgasm; I am really turned on by women who are unafraid of their own bodies, and willing to sieze their own pleasure.  I find this exciting.
I also like the security of knowing that my partner won’t be left unsatisfied.  Though I’ve never had any reason to believe that I would be unable or unwilling to finish what I begin sexually, a vibrator is like a safety net.  Were I to hurt my wrist, experience erectile dysfunction, or be too drunk to participate, I would take great solace in the knowledge that Jill doesn’t have to go to sleep without an orgasm.
Why, then, did I not incorporate sex toys into my relationships with my first two girlfriends?  In the case of the first one, it never really came up; we were both new and inexperienced, still getting used to the fundamentals of sex without straying far from our vanilla foundation.  When you’re still trying to figure out what sexual position you  like best, you might not feel compelled to try out the sex swing or the violet wand; she was self-conscious enough about masturbating by hand – at least in front of me – and even if she wasn’t, I’m guessing that because she lived with somewhat repressive parents, there was no way that she was going to keep a vibrator in the house.
My second girlfriend, to some extent like my first, expected me to take the initiative; I recall asking her to masturbate for me, and her reacting as though I’d asked her to do something far less mainstream.  When she asked why, I told her I wanted to watch her make herself cum.  She asked me, “Aren’t you supposed to do that?”  I’m guessing that she thought I’d take it as a compliment or an ego boost, that she was giving me a modicum of job security.  In retrospect her willingness to rely upon me for her orgasms was a hell of a leap of faith, and ultimately a turn-off for me.
Jill and I discussed using a vibrator together pretty early on in our sexual relationship.  She was open about them, trusting that I wasn’t the sort of man who would express umbrage at her taking sexual initiative, and might actually enjoy it.  We went to a local adult store, and I bought her a Rabbit.  She used it in the car on the drive home, and when we arrived we used it together.  It was the first of many exciting experiences we’ve shared, and since then we’ve tried to incorporate a toy (or toys) as often as possible.
When she found out that I was working on this post, Jill asked me if her using a vibrator bothered me in any way.  I was surprised by her question; in light of our history, there’s no way she could think, eight years later, that I might find such a thing bothersome, threatening, or anything less than wonderful.  So I said, “Only when it’s blocking your pussy and I can’t lick.”
-Jack
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The Naughty Hangout: Guys Do Make Passes…

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The theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Optometrics/Optical”.  This one was easy for us, as we both wear corrective lenses.  In the first shot you can see that I sometimes view the world through glasses.

In the second shot you can see how Jack views the world when he isn’t wearing his.

Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!

-Jill

All By Myself

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I lie down on the bed, feeling cool cotton sheets beneath my naked body.  I begin exploring with my fingers, but it isn’t long before I retrieve a toy from my nightstand drawer.  It’s slender and pink, and when I turn it on it buzzes to life in my hand.

As I touch it to my nipples, I feel the sensations and I gasp.  Resting my head on my pillow, I let the vibrator drift down my body, teasing myself with it as I move it along my thighs.  I like to be teased.

You’re on my mind as I play.  I imagine your hands traveling over my body as the tip of the toy vibrates against my hooded clit, coaxing it out of hiding.  I imagine the toy is your long, skilled tongue, driving me crazy with its undulations.

I slip the toy between my slippery folds and place my other hand on my clit, feeling the tiny bud beneath my fingertips.  As the vibrator throbs and thrums inside my pussy, I start to play.  Each stroke sends a powerful jolt crashing through my body.  I could make myself cum right now, I think.  But why should I rush?

As I guide the vibrator in and out of my pussy, feeling each inward thrust reach my G-spot, I imagine your fingers or even your fist stimulating me while you suck my clit.  Or how about my nipples?  They’re just aching for your lips.

I suddenly have a desire to feel you fingering my ass while I reach orgasm.  Knowing that you’re not here to satisfy this craving, I know I’ll have to do it myself.  I stop playing and take a small bottle out of my nightstand.  A few drops of lube on my fingertip is all I need, and soon my ass opens to my touch.

I replace the vibrator, pushing it inside me so that it reaches my G-spot.  As I finger-fuck my ass, I feel my pussy clench with the beginnings of my climax.  It’s going to be intense.

My orgasm overtakes me, and I soak the sheets, my hands, my ass, and my thighs.  While I’m cumming I imagine your cock in my pussy.  And in my ass.  And in my mouth.  It’s too bad there aren’t three of you.

-Jill
Go see who else is being wanton this week! 

Retro HNT: Happy Birthday HNT!

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“Happy Birthday HNT”, posted April 8, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two consecutive weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’re posting them on our blog, one per week.  They can be found here, along with background information and all the comments they received.

TMI Tuesday: March 6, 2012 – Blast From the Past

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This week’s TMI Tuesday consist of questions pulled from various TMI Tuesday posts from the year 2010.  If you played with us back then and already answered these questions, feel free to reproduce your answers. It’s fine, there are a lot of new TMI Tuesday players. Of course, things have changed over time so you could give all new answers to the questions, too.

The link after the question, is the URL of the blogger that created that TMI Tuesday question(s).

[Note: For the sake of clarity and ease of commenting, we have taken the initiative of numbering the questions.]

Jack’s Answers

1. November 23, 2010 – Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening? (www.playfullyyours.blogspot.com)
We answered this exact question on September 15, 2009, which is more than a year before it was originally posted, apparently.  My answer, at the time, was as follows:

Yes. As a young child – age ten and younger – I would frequently sleep over the homes of female friends. Hell, Jill and I sometimes sleep in the same bed without having sex. I guess that counts.

Now, some sixteen months later, my answer is pretty much the same.  Once in a very great while, our daughter has slept in our bed.  I’m pretty sure we’ve never enjoyed any hanky-panky while she was asleep beside us.  Additionally, I occasionally fall asleep with our daughter while putting her to bed, and obviously nothing steamy occurs, you sick, sick bastards.
2. November 9, 2010 – When it comes to swinging or partner swapping, which would excite you more, watching or being watched? (virtualsin.wordpress.com)
I’m equal parts voyeur and exhibitionist.  From past experience with monogamous group sex (i.e. “same-room”), I know that I am equally excited by watching another couple as by another couple watching us.  I presume that the same would be true if we were swapping partners.
3. November 2, 2010 – Would you vote for a candidate caught in a sex scandal?
It depends first and foremost on the candidate’s positions on the issues, and then on the nature of the scandal.  I guess the sort of sex scandals that might preclude me from voting for someone are such that the candidate would be subject to criminal prosecution, and thus likely no longer running.  In other words, it would take some sort of nonconsensual sexual abuse to shake my confidence in a candidate for whom I was already considering voting.  But a candidate who’d picked up a sex worker or, more likely, had an extramarital affair, would still have my vote provided that he or she had a sensible stance on the issues that matter to me.
In other words, not these guys.


4. October 11, 2010 – Do you masturbate to porn, and if so, what is your favorite genre? (virtualsin.wordpress.com)
Yes, I masturbate to porn.  However, I don’t do it anywhere near as often as I would like.  There was a time when I masturbated to porn on a regular basis, sometimes several times a day depending on my schedule and my living situation.  I enjoy masturbation, and while I highly value my own very fertile imagination, few things beat porn for visual stimulation.  Lately, however, I find myself masturbating to porn substantially less than I did just two years ago.  The reasons for this are numerous, but paramount amongst them is the fact that having a small child in the house means I lack both the time and the privacy for masturbation.  If I manage to get myself off three times in a single week, it’s worthy of note.  Additionally, when I do masturbate, I’m probably more likely to be reading a sex blog, perusing a friend’s Moby album, or chatting, and I’m certain that this is not my definition of “porn”.  As for the genre I prefer, I do my best to stay away from mainstream pro porn, as much of what’s being cranked out these days is just not my speed.  As I get older and, I’d like to think, more sophisticated, I can no longer identify with vacuous, lab-created nineteen-year-olds of preposterous, Barbie-doll-like proportions.  To fully enjoy porn, I require women who resemble actual human beings, the sort I might encounter on an afternoon walk or a trip to the grocery store.  To me, this is infinitely sexier than a woman with impossibly perfect legs perched on rickety seventy-two-inch designer heels with breasts larger than the heads of the two men who are about to double-penetrate her.    Therefore, whenever possible, I prefer to watch porn that is produced outside the studio system, whether by smaller companies, or private individuals.
5. September 7, 2010 – What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them? (www.pleasure-principle-hedone.blogspot.com)
We answered this question on October 27, 2009, once again well in advance of this question’s cited original posting.  At the time, I listed the following:

a. Texting or taking phone calls during the date.
b. Spending the entire evening bashing men in general.
c. Treating it like anything but a first date (i.e. no talk of marriage, please).

Additionally, in a September 2011 edition of TMI Tuesday, we were asked about red flags that a date could exhibit.  These include:

Little red flags: Showing up late without explanation (if we’re meeting someplace), talking ad nauseum about her ex. If we’re at a movie, talking during the movie or laughing obnoxiously/at inappropriate points. Medium red flags: Treating waitstaff poorly, kicking puppies. If we’re at a movie, answerinig a cell phone call. Large red flags: Attempted or successful murder. If we’re at a movie, attempting to record the movie for the purposes of piracy.

No, no, no.  I said “RED flag.”

In all seriousness, mistreating waitstaff is a pretty glaring red flag for me.  The way your date treats the individuals he or she encounters while out with you is an indication of how he or she will treat you.  I am highly unlikely to consider a person who interacts in a superior or demeaning manner with servicepeople a suitable long-term partner.  Additionally, one who displays values contrary to my own, particularly bigoted ones, is unlikely to win my undying devotion.  Everyone’s entitled to his or her opinion, but expecting me to fall in love with you after you let loose with a racist or homophobic tirade?  Dream on.  The third thing is failing to focus on me.  Yeah, that sounds self-centered and needy, but if you’re on a date with me, you’ll need to put your phone on silent and forget about it – something I have most certainly already done – and refrain from talking at length about your ex and how he would have ordered the exact same thing that I did.

Bonus: Is your sex drive in park, neutral or over-drive. Explain.
As should be apparent to anyone who follows this blog or my Twitter feed, my sex drive is enormous.  For the purposes of this question, I am tempted to say that it is in overdrive, as the implication is that my sex drive is in high gear, and at any rate, “park” and “neutral” most definitely do not suit me.  However, overdrive traditionally refers to a mechanism that enables a car to cruise for potentially long periods while reducing power and thus minimizing wear on the engine.  Cruising?  Reduced power?  This isn’t me at all.  Therefore I am going to deviate from the supplied answers and liken my sex drive to something like this:

Jill’s Answers

1. November 23, 2010 – Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening? (www.playfullyyours.blogspot.com)
The last time we answered this question, I said:

Of course. Usually this happens (or used to happen) out of necessity. Sharing a hotel room, sharing a spare bed, etc. I can’t remember the last time I found myself in bed with a man who wasn’t Jack.

I’m pretty sure nothing’s changed since then.

2. November 9, 2010 – When it comes to swinging or partner swapping, which would excite you more, watching or being watched? (virtualsin.wordpress.com)
I don’t know that either one would excite me more than the other.  I get really turned on when I watch others have sex, and I get really turned on when someone is watching me.  Doing both simultaneously excites me more than either one by itself.
3. November 2, 2010 – Would you vote for a candidate caught in a sex scandal?
If he or she was the sort of candidate I would have voted for anyway, a sex scandal probably wouldn’t stop me.  Maybe if the candidate was guilty of a crime like child molestation or sexual harassment, it would make me think twice.  I would also have to consider this candidate’s opponent(s).  If it’s a choice between a sexual abuser and a serial killer, I’ll vote for the first guy.
Not a suitable presidential candidate.*  Also the second Gacy reference on the blog since Saturday.

4. October 11, 2010 – Do you masturbate to porn, and if so, what is your favorite genre? (virtualsin.wordpress.com)
Yes, I do masturbate to porn.  I love watching group sex, especially threesomes.  I love watching threesomes almost as much as I love participating in them.  I also love watching oral sex.  So hot.  Basically, I’m good with anything until the spit starts flying.  Seriously, what’s with all the spitting in porn these days?  I don’t mind a little incidental saliva when people are kissing or during oral sex.  But you’ve got women spitting on guys’ cocks, guys spitting on women’s pussies and assholes, and women spitting on each other.  What a turn-off.
How do YOU like it, motherfucker?

5. September 7, 2010 – What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them? (www.pleasure-principle-hedone.blogspot.com)
When I answered this question the first time, I said:

a. Being too self-focused
b. Demonstrating bad hygiene or manners
c. Talking at length about his ex

My biggest turn-off is bad hygiene, especially body odor.  I wouldn’t want to suffer through this under any circumstances but especially if it’s a dinner date.  Rudeness and bad manners should be their own thing, and not lumped in with bad hygiene, so that’s my second one.  The third is general distraction:  Spending too much time (or any time) fiddling with his cell phone, staring at other women, or otherwise not focusing on me.  When I answered this question before, I went with “Being too self-focused”, but that’s missing the point.  Not only should he not be focused on himself, he should be focused on me.
Bonus: Is your sex drive in park, neutral or over-drive. Explain.
I don’t know if it’s because we’re blogging and tweeting more, and therefore sex is all around us, or if it’s because there’s no guarantee that we’ll be able to have sex when the mood strikes us, but lately it’s definitely in overdrive.  
When this represents our respective sex drives, just shoot us.
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Sunday Scoreboard: Week 5

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If you’re looking for our Sinful Sunday, it can be found here.

Sunday, February 26

In the afternoon, while the baby was napping, we went to bed with the intention of watching each other masturbate and then having sex.  I got off quickly, before Jack did, and then we had sex.  We came simultaneously, Jack exploding inside me.  As we lay in bed afterwards, Jack suggested that we look around FetLife for awhile.  We’ve had profiles for months but had never done anything with them.  We started by finding and adding people we already know from Twitter, and then Jack dozed off while I looked into local Munches.

Monday, February 27

I got off in the shower using the handheld showerhead.  After I’d gone to work, Jack planned to have some fun by himself while the baby was occupied.  He ended up waiting until she was asleep, then edged for thirty minutes before getting off.  Later in the afternoon he had two more.  When I got home I was in need of sex, but the baby woke up shortly after I arrived.  We took her to the park to play, then went to dinner.  We spent much of our outing tweeting dirty with hot online friends, and planned to have sex when we got home.  But I was feeling under the weather, with the first signs of a cold.  I ended up falling asleep while putting the baby down, and once Jack realized that sex was probably not happening, he got off while watching porn.  Hey, is this the first time Jack’s had more orgasms than me in a single day?

Tuesday, February 28

I stayed home from work, and slept in.  I didn’t have a shower orgasm this morning.  And while I was napping later in the afternoon, Jack wanted to cum.  Since the baby was awake and unlikely to stay occupied, he couldn’t.  We were both horny, though I wasn’t feeling up to sex.  That night, I sent jack to the grocery store to pick up a few things we needed, and while he was out I texted him a picture of my breasts.

Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to take another day off of work, I ended up putting the baby down shortly after Jack returned, and I went to bed early.  And Jack, despite being horny, was exhausted. Neither of us got off today.  Tragic!

Wednesday, February 29

After my workout, I was looking forward to having an orgasm in the shower, but instead I found myself answering some emails on my laptop.  When I was done I perused some blogs and Tumblrs, and decided to get off on the couch instead.  It was exciting, and much-needed, but I ended up leaving a few minutes late for work.  Fortunately, I arrived on time.

Meanwhile, Jack tweeted that he would have an orgasm today.

As God (?) is my witness, I will have an orgasm today.
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) February 29, 2012

The baby cooperated and everything, napping when he needed her to.  Unfortunately for him, he had too much to do, and ended up not getting himself off.  But when I walked in from work, I told him in no uncertain terms that I needed his cock in my mouth.  I started giving him head in the living room, but while the baby was still asleep we decided to take a shower together.  Jack shampooed my hair while I went down on him.  His hands were turning me on so much that I needed an orgasm as badly as I wanted to give him one.  I used one of my waterproof toys on my clit and came quickly, and then Jack did.  I took most of his cum down my throat, but he came a lot, and some of it got on my tits.  The best thing about getting dirty in the shower is that it’s easy to get cleaned up.

Later that evening we needed to drop a few boxes off at our storage unit.  We left the baby with a sitter and put our stuff in storage, and then we had sex in the car.  Even though the storage facility was deserted, it was a huge turn-on to do it in a semi-public place.  Jack fingered me until I came, and then we got into the back seat and I rode him.  It’s pretty rare for Jack to cum while I’m riding him, for whatever reason.  But he did cum, pretty hard.

We were expecting company on Thursday, so when we got home we cleaned the house.  We were up until one o’clock, and after the cleaning was done we took a shower together.  No actual sex occurred, but it was really hot to wash each other.

Thursday, March 1

The only orgasm for either of us today was the one I had in the shower.  Jack had a pretty busy afternoon, and our guests stayed much later than we thought they would.  After a quick cleanup, we both went to bed.  Jack said it was just as well that we skipped the sex, as I had apparently passed my cold onto him.

Friday, March 2

This morning, I had a meeting before work.  I didn’t have an orgasm.  Neither did Jack, as he was still feeling sick, and the baby didn’t nap at all during the day.  I fell asleep while putting the baby to bed, and when I woke up, Jack was somehow already asleep!  Seriously, he never goes to bed before midnight, certainly not on a Friday night.  However, I did salvage the evening with a vibrator-induced orgasm right beside him on the bed.  He must have been exhausted, because he didn’t budge.

Saturday, March 3

The baby didn’t nap during the day, so I put her down around seven pm.  Jack and I took a shower, and then ordered a pizza.  They told us it would arrive within forty minutes, but it was actually closer to twenty-five or thirty minutes.  We’d already started fooling around, and we were mid-blowjob when the doorbell rang.  Jack quickly got dressed and buzzed the guy into our building.  There was no chance that he actually heard us (we weren’t making all that much noise anyway), but it reminded us of this incident.

We ate our pizza, then resumed what we were doing.  I blew Jack until he came in my mouth, and then it was my turn.  He went down on me and played with my G-spot, and I had lots and lots of orgasms.  Fingering and eating my pussy always arouses Jack, so even though I was completely satisfied, he wanted another orgasm.  I rolled over onto my stomach, arched my back, and let him take it.