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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

Balcony Sex: A Story By Jack

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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

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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

Watching My Wife

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Like most guys, I love the sight of a woman who enjoys getting herself off. It’s a huge turn-on to watch a woman touch herself, whether with her hands or with a toy. Watching her caress her body as she starts…watching her get more and more aroused as she really gets into it…watching her body convulse and hearing her moans as she comes. To steal a phrase from frequent poster Mia Wallace, I’m getting a funny feeling in my tummy just thinking about it.

Jill and I spent the weekend at an empty house my family owns, getting it ready for sale. Since it was just the two of us, we planned to have sex as soon as we walked in. We brought in a couple bags and an inflatable air mattress, since the house was literally empty of furniture, but since I was planning on a couple hours of quality sex, I thought I had best bring in the rest of our things before we got started. Jill inflated the mattress, and I watched as she got undressed. The knowledge that she was naked and ready for me would keep me on task.

I ran downstairs and out to the car. I grabbed our bags and, when I got back inside, dumped them by the door. I hurried upstairs to find the bedroom door closed. There was no knob on the door, and the hole where it once was gave me a nice view of what was happening within. I leaned down to look inside and saw Jill, lying on the air mattress. Her eyes were closed, and the expression on her face was one of ultimate pleasure. My eyes drank in her spread thighs, rising breasts and erect nipples. Her skin was flushed and her breathing quickened as both hands held her toy in place.

The fact that she was unaware that I was watching made the situation so much hotter. I’ve watched Jill get herself off many times, though she was aware of me virtually every time. Watching her do it while she thought she was alone was a very rare treat. My instinct was to walk right in and enjoy Jill’s self-pleasure. The thought of following her toy with my tongue was
arousing, but she knew what she was doing. I decided to keep quiet and enjoy the show, lest I distracted her.

As she came, I was hurriedly removing my clothes. I left them outside of the bedroom and walked in. She did a double-take, clearly unaware that I was watching. As I got on the mattress with her, I thanked her for the show.

-Jack

Showing Off

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Last week we got a new laptop, our first with a built-in webcam. We’ve had webcams in the past, though always external, and we haven’t used them much in the last year or so. So last night, in order to see how it worked (and hoping for the opportunity for a bit of fun), we logged into Yahoo! Chat for the first time in ages. Then we logged out, remembering immediately why we’d stayed away from them in the past.

Undaunted, we signed into Yahoo! using a couple of our older user IDs in the hopes of finding someone willing to cam with us. Between three IDs, two users from our buddy lists were online, and both were single males. We were hoping to find a couple or two, so we kept looking, keeping the single males in mind if all else failed. We did a couple searches of Yahoo! profiles using keywords like “cam”, “c2c” and “couple”, though most of the results were bots, male, or offline.

Having more or less abandoned hope that Yahoo! Messenger was going to be of any use to us, we racked our brains to remember the name of a free, non-Yahoo! video I.M. program we heard about from some friends, but couldn’t. (The program is Eyeball Chat; it’s installed on one of our other computers, but of course that fact eluded me until this morning.) It was getting late, so we conceded defeat.

While turning off the lights, I heard the familiar sound of an instant message coming through. It was from a Yahoo! user on our buddy list who we’d evidently chatted with before, though neither of us could recall any previous chat sessions. They were a couple, and although not local they seemed cool. We didn’t waste much time in small talk before turning on our webcam and accepting their invitation to view theirs. We were relieved to see that they were both there, sitting in chairs in front of a desk, in what appeared to be a bedroom. They were attractive, in their forties although they looked younger, and in good shape. They were dressed modestly, the wife in a sweater and the husband in a tank top, though the webcam was quickly turned down to display his nakedness below the waist.

We watched for a few minutes as the wife gave him a blowjob, and then Jill began doing the same to me. They put on a great show, and we did too, although we had to stand up or else we would have been out of range of the built-in webcam. After awhile the other couple got on their bed. The wife got undressed and began to ride him. I continued to watch, and Jill eventually looked at their cam and noticed that they had taken it to the next level. After a moment’s deliberation we decided to do the same. I took off my clothes and Jill stripped off her skirt, got on top and rode me, facing away from the webcam. Before long we had both almost forgotten that we were being watched (if we even still were), and we carried on as usual. We moved from cowgirl to doggy style, finishing up in missionary position with Jill’s second orgasm and my first.

When we’d finished we returned to the laptop, pleased to see that our webcam was still broadcasting. Our friends had returned to their chair, where the wife was trying to get her husband off by mouth. Once again her efforts were exciting to watch, and before I knew it I was hard again. Jill got on her knees and began to stroke and suck my cock. As I enjoyed her efforts I continued watching the couple on the webcam. Before long, the husband came on his wife’s generous breasts, which she squeezed together more for my (or her husband’s) viewing pleasure than for any other reason. That’s all I needed to push me over the edge, and I pulled out of Jill’s mouth, stroking myself up against her breasts and showering them with my come.

After a moment, our audience stopped viewing, and logged out of Yahoo! Messenger without a word. All Jill could say was, “That was great.”

-Jack

Sex When Company’s Over, Part 2

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This weekend we had some of Jill’s family over. We spent Saturday seeing some local sights and doing fun tourist stuff. The day culminated with dinner out, and when we returned home we played a board game and killed a couple bottles of wine. Drinking wine makes Jill horny, and as we sat at the kitchen table playing our game, her arousal became evident as she started rubbing my crotch with her foot. Our guests continued playing, blissfully unaware of what was transpiring under the table.

When the game wrapped up, our guests went to bed. Jill and I stayed up for awhile, making out unabashedly on the couch. Eventually we went to bed as well, and continued making out there. It soon became evident that there was no way either Jill or myself was going to survive the night without sex. Aware of our guests in the next room, and knowing how difficult it is for us to be quiet when we’re in the heat of passion, Jill suggested we move to the floor. We put down a couple blankets, lay on top of them and began kissing. After a moment, Jill moved me onto my back, kissed her way down my body and started going down on me. It was all I could do to keep from moaning with sheer pleasure, and when I remembered our company on the other side of our guest room wall, that increased my excitement tenfold.

Eventually, Jill climbed on top of me, sliding my cock inside of her. She began to ride me slowly, her thighs tight around my waist as I thrust up inside of her. I placed my hand between her legs so that my thumb was on her clit, and she leaned down so that her breasts were close to my mouth. I sucked one and then the other, alternating between the two while my hand continued to play with her clit. I could feel how wet she was, and she instinctively began to ride me harder and faster. After a few moments, her hip bumped the bed frame, which in turn caused the mattress to hit the headboard, and got her off her rhythm.

We got up and moved away from the bed, and at the same time Jill decided to get her toy. When she climbed back on top, she placed it between us and turned it on, bringing herself to a sudden climax. She continued to ride me through her orgasm, and went on to have another one, quieter this time, a few minutes later. Then she moved onto her back, spread her legs and invited me inside.

As always, the thought of a possible audience to our fun was very arousing, and this combined with the face-to-face intimacy we were sharing helped move me further toward orgasm. Jill urged me onward with whispered dirty talk, her feet locked behind my back and her heels drawing me ever deeper inside of her.

When I came, she took me into her hand, making it very difficult to keep quiet.

Because it was Jill’s family – not her parents, but family nonetheless – in the guest room this weekend, we were forced to be a bit more inhibited, and not as free as we might have been had our guests been friends who were aware of our preoccupation with sex. But regardless of who was over, there was no way we were going to refrain.

-Jack