Some of the pictures week took for last week’s The Naughty Hangout post were so good we had trouble choosing just one. Here’s one of the shots that didn’t make the cut.
-Jill
Mood Lighting Monday
written by Jill
Sinful Sunday: Thumb Cuffs
If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that we are BDSM novices. We’ve never used a St. Andrew’s Cross. I’ve never been spanked with anything more exotic or unusual than a hairbrush. The extent of our bondage experience would be considered extremely vanilla by many of the bloggers we follow. You probably also know that while I am often submissive, this label does not define who I am sexually. However, sometimes it’s very sexy to absolutely and totally give up control. It’s exciting to be completely reliant on someone else, to know that you need the other person and must trust them completely. I can’t imagine trusting anyone as much as I trust Jack.
See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!
Last Night
Jack joined me in the shower.
I love it when we get to shower together. It’s such a thrill to be naked anywhere, but there’s something so intimate about being together under the hot spray, basking in steam and slippery lather. We joke about conserving water, and we pretend that it’s all about getting clean, but it’s really about getting dirty. Jack started by kissing my neck, that one spot just below my ear that would certainly have gotten me wet if I wasn’t already.
After a few minutes spent making out and groping, we began to soap each other up. I washed Jack first, and then he returned the favor. He paid special attention to my hair, knowing how much it turns me on to have skilled fingers massaging my scalp. I’m not joking, I get physically aroused. In fact, I was so aroused that when he was done he spread my lips and began to stroke my clit with his fingers. I steadied myself against his chest and buried my face in his shoulder as I braced myself for orgasm.
It was a particularly intense climax. After I came, I spent a few moments catching my breath before dropping to my knees and taking Jack’s cock in my mouth. As I did, the shampoo ran from my hair onto my back and my shoulders, dripping down my body and onto the shower floor. I reached up to play with his nipples, then down to cradle and caress his balls. While it was happening, I thought of the times when we were dating and we’d come in from a late-night swim in an icy swimming pool and take a hot shower in order to warm up. The shower would always end with me giving Jack a blowjob, and swallowing his cum.
History repeats itself. As I thought fondly of those exciting shower blowjobs, Jack tightened his grip on my hair, told me he was cumming, and let loose. As he moaned lustfully with release, I felt his warm, sweet offering flood my mouth faster than I could down it all. I took him as deep as I could, feeling the last few spurts hit the back of my throat, and then when he had finished I lovingly licked him clean.
We turned off the shower and dried off. It was time to get into bed, though we wouldn’t be sleeping for quite awhile.
-Jill
The Naughty Hangout: A Candlelit Soak
“Shadows” is the main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week. We’ve played around with light and shadows in our photography before, and we love how low light makes just about anything look sexier and more mysterious. That’s why we decided to go with “Shadows” rather than one of the backup themes. Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a relaxing bath?
-Jill
On Display
I lie on the bed, my legs splayed garishly for your enjoyment. The strip of material stretches thin, my pussy glistening visibly underneath. I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, lifting my ass up from the mattress and sliding them off. After discarding them at the foot of the bed, my hand settles between my legs, fingers quickly landing on my clit.
The first few strokes are strictly for show. I’m only getting warmed up. I stare out, locking eyes, fancying that I can read your thoughts. You stare back, focused, unable to hide your lust. My fingers move slowly and deliberately, more determined to put on a sexy performance than to bring pleasure to my swollen, aching bud.
Though I can’t see it for myself, I know you must be aroused. As one hand continues its dance over my slick, hungry pussy, the other brings one of my breasts close to my mouth. My lips can’t quite reach my nipple, but a tongue certainly can. You gasp at the sight, and I manage to stifle a giggle. I’ve got you eating out of my hand.
Thoughts of your arousal fill my mind. I lean back, resting supine. Though I can see nothing but the ceiling, I feel your eyes on me. I imagine your hands wandering over my body, your lips kissing parts of me that have never before been kissed. In my mind I can feel your weight on top of me, your hardness filling me up. My body throbs with desire.
I slip two fingers inside myself, pressing up on my G-spot before withdrawing them and caressing my clit. My strokes are no longer strictly for show. I don’t know when it changed, but I am now a woman on a mission, intent upon my own pleasure. I won’t stop until I’ve climaxed. Whether my performance arouses you is strictly incidental.
Yes, I’m aware that you’re watching, but only barely. Nothing matters but my orgasm, looming over me like a shadow. Each flick of my fingers pushes me closer to the edge. And when I reach the edge, one last stroke sends me over. I climax noisily, shamelessly, unconcerned with who might hear.
Now it’s your turn. Come use my body for your pleasure.
-Jill
HNT: Getting Ready For a Workout
I felt like showing off, so I took a few shots of myself with my phone. I haven’t taken many HNT pictures of myself with my phone in a mirror, but I really like the way these turned out, and more importantly, so did Jack when I sent them to him. I hope you like them as well.
Because Halloween is less than a week away, we wanted to include something scary for your viewing pleasure. Unfortunately, Jack and I rarely dress up for Halloween. We aren’t particularly interested in store-bought costumes, and it’s hard to make time to design and assemble better ones. I do wear a costume to my class Halloween party, but as it’s something I wear around children, it’s probably not suitable for an adults-only blog. So we thought we would share this picture of me in the costume I wore for Halloween 2004. I’m sorry for having to blur my face, but my early childhood education colleagues and higher-ups probably wouldn’t be cool with the idea of me blogging about my sexual escapades.
Be sure to visit Osbasso and see who else HNTed this week. Then stop by OHNT and see what else we’re showing off!
-Jill
What’s Wrong With a Little Television?
Image found at Vitamin Vee
As the parents of a baby, Jack and I feel that we are under a lot of pressure to raise our daughter in a responsible manner. We have seen children in our own families reared by parents who are lazy, irresponsible, or otherwise unsuited to the job. Unwilling to see our daughter grow up to be an overindulged, entitled brat used to having everything handed to her and unwilling to challenge herself, we took lessons from these parents, and forced ourselves not to make the same mistakes they did.
As a result of this, one of the things we have tried to limit is our daughter’s television-watching time. We feel that if she is constantly placed in front of the TV, she will be unable to sit still and amuse herself without it. Rather than being able to entertain herself quietly on a long car ride, she will insist upon watching cartoons or other children’s programming. While having TVs and DVD players in one’s car is certainly very common today, it’s not something we want to expose our child to, at least not before she’s two years old. While we have no problem with it in theory, both Jack and I survived our childhoods just fine without needing to watch television during a car ride. Long drives would usually find us reading books in the back seats of our parents’ cars, and we would like our daughter to be the same way, as with any luck this will nurture in her a love of reading, which she is already beginning to demonstrate through a rudimentary interest in books.
Yes, we let her watch television sometimes. She likes the typical Nickelodeon or Disney Channel cartoons that a not-quite-toddler might watch. She dances when she hears their theme songs, and points to the screen and says the characters’ names. Sometimes when we are doing other things, she asks to watch television. Depending on a number of factors we might let her, or we might read her a story or play outside with her instead. Our aim is not to teach her that television is bad (we certainly have no aversion to watching it) but to give her a well-rounded upbringing that involves a variety of experiences. And it seems to be working. Not only is she interested in books, but she regularly asks us to read stories to her. She loves it when we take her on walks or to visit one of the parks in our town, and she is also content to play quietly with her toys.
The purpose of this entry is not self-promotion. We try not to judge other parents unless their failure is so obvious and massive that we can’t avoid it. As parents, neither Jack nor I feel that we have all the answers. But I’m a teacher, and I don’t work during summer. This year, while I was off for two and a half months, Jack and I got accustomed to sex on a daily basis. In fact, some days we had sex twice: Once when the baby took her afternoon nap, and again when she fell asleep for the night. We’ve had plenty of sex since the new school year began, but with the exception of weekends, it’s all been first thing in the morning, or at night just before bed. I like having sex right in the middle of the day. There’s something exciting about stopping what we’re doing, throwing off all of our clothes (or leaving some on), and giving into that persistent need for immediate sexual release.
Jack spent much of the day yesterday sending me very erotic text messages and e-mails. This was incredibly hot but also very frustrating as I was unable to respond. Because of this, I spent my day pretty worked up. As I prepared to leave for the day, I sent Jack a text message to see whether the baby was napping. I was nervous as I waited for his reply, because I work about forty minutes from home, and given her normal sleep schedule she is usually awake by the time I leave, or at the very latest by the time I get home. To my relief, he said she was, and I crossed my fingers that she would remain asleep until an hour after I arrived. Actually, I probably could have gotten off in five minutes. I was that turned on.
When I exited the freeway near our house, I found myself at a stoplight where I sent Jack another text. He said that she was still asleep, and I exhaled. At this point she’d been asleep for almost three hours. She almost never sleeps so long, and while my optimistic side hoped that she was simply catching up on sleep after a somewhat restless night, my pessimistic side said to be prepared to hear the sounds of a playful, happy and very much awake baby when I walked in the door. As I drove the last couple blocks to our house, I prepared myself for this inevitability, and looked on the bright side: While I’d been distracted for much of the day by thoughts of Jack’s cock, I missed my daughter as well, and I was glad to have the opportunity to spend time with her.
When I walked through the front door I was met with silence. No crying – or laughing – baby. No music. No sounds of activity. No television playing a movie Jack had decided to watch while the baby slept. I couldn’t believe our luck! She’d slept for more than three hours at this point. I set down my purse and my keys on the couch, and excitedly headed down the hall to join my husband, who I could see sitting on our bed, waiting for me. He was naked. As I neared our bedroom I stripped down to nothing as well. I imagined what he’d do to me, what we’d do to each other, and I found my wetness hard to contain. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it soon. It wouldn’t take me long. Then the baby woke up just as I passed her bedroom.
Fuck it, I thought as I detoured to her crib and lifted her into my arms. She was glad to see me, and I held her, kissed her, and talked to her for a few minutes. Then I carried her into the TV room, sat her down, and turned on the television. One of the cartoons she likes was on. I left lots of books and toys within reach in case she got bored with the show. I don’t think we were being irresponsible. We weren’t parking her in front of the television so that we could get drunk or engage in dangerous behavior. We just wanted sex. Especially me. I stayed with her in the TV room to make sure she was fine being on her own, and then I joined Jack in the bedroom and shut the door.
-Jill
HNT: Exploration
HNT: Invitation
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