voyeurism/exhibitionism
Webcam Fun, Part 1
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
Fingercuffs – A Near Miss
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
Watching Us
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)
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
Reunited, Part 2
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
Long Distance Lovin’
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: A Story By Jack
I don’t write a whole lot of adult stories. For one thing, Jill is a hell of a lot better at it than I am. For another, I’m usually too lazy to actually come up with a story. I know I should make the effort, as writing such a story gets me pretty worked up, and then e-mailing it to Jill ensures she’ll be ready for sex when she gets home. It’s a no-brainer. The problem is that I am usually content to let her do the work.
Yesterday, however, I decided to make the effort. Jill’s worth it, after all. Besides, the night before last I had a dream that provided the most basic spark for the story, the sort of dream you wake up from way too soon and wish you could pick up where you left off the next time you fall asleep. Inspired by the dream, I was determined to write Jill a story that would keep her from concentrating on work, or anything else, until she came home.
Here it is:
I awaken in the dark. You lie beside me, breathing quietly in your sleep. This mattress is much more firm than our bed at home. Unable to sleep, I sit up on the edge of the bed. The room is quiet save for a faint buzzing sound coming from the alarm clock. It is a quarter past one.
I stand up. Sweat clings to my forehead and the back of my neck. I cross the room to the air conditioner, barely able to see it in near blackness. I turn it on, and frigid air begins to billow from the machine’s vents. I stand there naked and luxuriate in the sudden cold. After a moment, I turn and unlock the sliding glass door that leads out onto our room’s balcony.
I slide the door open and step outside, somehow not surprised to feel warm air surrounding me despite the hour. I brace myself against the railing and look down at the parking lot two stories below. A few cars are parked in the lot, our rental
included. No one is loitering in the parking lot. Nearby, the hotel pool is also deserted. If it were not so late, the pool would be full of hotel guests trying to escape the oppressive heat. In fact, I am ready to return to the room and the
icy-cold air emanating from the air conditioner when I feel your touch.You press your lips to the side of my neck and begin to kiss me. I reach back to touch you. You move closer to me, pressing your bare breasts into my back. I turn, and our mouths melt together in an eager kiss. Your hands move down my body, finding my cock in an instant. You stroke me, and as I try to return the favor, you push my hand away and whisper that it’s all about me. As you continue to move your hand up and down my length, you lean close and kiss my chest, taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking. Your hand drives me wild with pleasure, gently twisting me in a loose grip. You kiss your way down my body, then drop to your knees and take me into your mouth.
I close my eyes and enjoy your ministrations, feeling the combined efforts of your hands, your lips and your tongue. It is almost too intense, and as my eyes roll back in my head I have to make a conscious effort not to give in to my orgasm – yet. Still, as you continue what you’re doing, I dare to look down at your head, moving back and forth. I’ve got to stop, or it’s going to be over very soon.
I reach down and pull you back up to your feet. We share another kiss, a shorter one this time, and then I push you up against the railing so that you are facing away from me. Leaning against the railing, you arch your back and thrust your ass
toward me, giving me a very inviting target. You want me inside you, but there’s something else I need first. As I get on my knees and attack you with my mouth from behind, what I want is all too clear.I spread you open with my hands as I bury my tongue inside you. As I lap at your pussy vigorously, you lower a hand to your clit, your fingers matching my tongue stroke for stroke. You’re already soaking wet; before long you’re well on your way to climax. As I try to probe my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you, you raise your right leg up onto the railing, allowing me greater access. Breathlessly, you tell me you need me inside of you. I stand up, guiding my steel-hard cock where you so desperately want it.
I hold your hips, the feel of your body making me high. You race to meet each thrust, not content to be passive. Your moans excite me, and as your climax overwhelms you, you ride my thrusts even harder than before. Before long we both come. You collapse against the railing, and I against you, and we slowly catch our breath, then return to the cool of the room.
-Jack
A Scare-ifying Halloween Story
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
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