Stop the Presses! Fat Women are Having Sex!

I came across this article today, and found it thought-provoking.

Fat Women More Likely to Have Had Sex

November 3, 2008

Fat women are more likely to have had sexual intercourse than thin ones, research has found.

In a study of 7,000 women 92 per cent of those who were overweight had slept with a man.

The figure was only 87 per cent among those of a “normal” size.

The research, carried out by the University of Hawaii School of Medicine, contradicts previous results which suggested that larger women had a lower libido, while thinner ones were more likely to be sexually active.

It was based on the sexual histories of American women aged 15 to 44. A Body Mass Index (BMI) of 25 was chosen as the cut-off point between being normal and overweight.

Factors such as age, race, location, number of partners and frequency of sex were all taken into account.

However, size was the only criterion that affected the likelihood of a woman having slept with a man.

Dr Bliss Kaneshiro, who led the research, published in the journal Obstetrics & Gynaecology, said: “These results were unexpected and we don’t really know why this is the case.

“Our analysis demonstrated that overweight women do not differ significantly in some of the measures of sexual behaviour compared to women of normal weight.

“This study indicates that all women deserve diligence in counselling on unintended pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases, regardless of their weight.”

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/3371172/Fat-women-more-likely-to-have-had-sex.html

Here’s another take on the same research:

Weight Does Not Affect Sexual Activity

By Rick Nauert, Ph.D.
Senior News Editor
Reviewed by John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on October 31, 2008

New research suggests a woman’s weight does not seem to affect sexual behavior. In fact, overweight women are more likely to report having sex with men than women considered to be of “normal weight.”

The study, published in the September issue of Obstetrics & Gynecology, is based on data from the 2002 National Survey of Family Growth that looked at sexual behavior of more than 7,000 women.

Some studies have suggested that obese and overweight women have a higher risk of unintended pregnancy than do normal weight women, according to Dr. Bliss Kaneshiro, an assistant professor at the University Of Hawaii School Of Medicine.

Although multiple factors, including contraceptive use and its efficacy, may increase the risk of unintended pregnancy among these women, sexual behavior and the frequency of intercourse could also be a factor.

Kaneshiro’s objective was to study the impact of body mass index on sexual behavior. It is important to understand this relationship because preexisting physician biases can affect how heavy women are counseled about pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases prevention.

Kaneshiro studied the relationship between body mass index and sexual behavior, including sexual orientation, age at first intercourse, number of partners, and frequency of intercourse.

“Our analysis demonstrated that obese and overweight women do not differ significantly in some of the objective measures of sexual behavior compared to women of normal weight,” said Kaneshiro.

“This study indicates that all women deserve diligence in counseling on unintended pregnancy and STD prevention, regardless of body mass index.”

The study seems to contradict widely held stereotypes that overweight and obese women are not as sexually active as other women. If anything, the researchers concluded the opposite seems to be true.

“I was glad to see that the stereotype that you have to be slender to have sex is just that, a stereotype,” said Oregon State University professor Marie Harvey.

Kaneshiro said the data showed that overweight women were more likely to report having sexual intercourse with a man, even when she controlled for age, race and type of residence.

Ninety-two percent of overweight women reported having a history of sexual intercourse with a man, as opposed to 87 percent of women with a normal body mass index.

“These results were unexpected and we don’t really know why this is the case,” Kaneshiro said.

Harvey said the important part to take away from the study is that physicians and others who work in women’s medical health should never make assumptions about sexual behavior based on outward appearances.

“Some medical practitioners may not do appropriate follow-up with women who are overweight, they might assume they aren’t having sex unless they are told otherwise,” Harvey said.

http://psychcentral.com/news/2008/10/31/weight-does-not-affect-sexual-activity/3241.html

My first reaction to the “news” that overweight women are actually able to arouse men to the point of (gasp!) having sex with them was actually surprise over the fact that, prior to this groundbreaking research, the scientific community as a whole believed that women who are not of a “normal” size (I’ll get to my feelings on “normal” in a minute) are, for lack of a better word, unfuckable.

It’s no secret that I would like to lose weight. I’m sure that the vast majority of women in this country (and probably a lot of men) would also like to. We are bombarded by images of what the ideal body looks like, an ideal that for most of us is completely unattainable, so it’s no wonder that many of us, myself included, suffer from body image issues. In fact, I suspect that the shocking revelation that fat women are indeed having sex is due to the fact that the vast majority of my gender is considered fat.

In spite of the body mass index, I find the concept of “normal” as it relates to body image meaningless. Assigning the “normal” label to swimsuit models and celebrities is unfair and irresponsible. Considering that human beings do not overwhelmingly possess the same body type, weight, size and shape, “normal” might best be applied to people who have two arms, two legs, and a head, all connected to a torso.

The first article mentions the earlier belief “that larger women had a lower libido, while thinner ones were more likely to be sexually active.” While I can imagine the short-sighted among us buying into such a ridiculous stereotype, I can’t imagine what sort of academic institution might come to such a conclusion. For the record, it’s not true, and as a woman with an almost constant libido, I’m very glad to be living proof.

The last paragraph of the first article states, “This study indicates that all women deserve diligence in counselling [sic] on unintended pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases, regardless of their weight.” Wow, really? It’s like, “Let’s not bother giving the fatty birth control. No way is she getting laid.”

Many women suffer from self-esteem issues due to their weight, and unfortunately these misconceptions don’t help the situation. Any woman has the potential to be sexual. A woman who is twenty pounds heavier than what is considered “ideal” is just as likely to be sexually active or, if the findings of the University of Hawaii Medical School are correct, even more likely. In fact, it’s possible that she might be better in bed than a thinner woman. I’m not saying it’s necessarily a fact (I would hate to generalize), but certainly possible, even likely. I’d like to think it’s true in my case.

-Jill

Reunited, Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Jill

Dear Abby, and a Request

Wow! We haven’t posted in almost a week. Sorry about that. Hopefully the next couple entries will make up for our laziness.

We came across this letter to Dear Abby in our local paper a couple weeks ago. It’s relevant to the subject matter of our blog, and worth the couple minutes it will take you to read. In fact, when I read the letter, I was reminded of Mia Wallace’s concerns about morning breath when having spontaneous sex in the middle of the night.

COUPLE CAN’T SEE SOLUTION TO VEXING VISION PROBLEM

DEAR ABBY: I’m a single 59-year-old man who is dating an attractive 40-year-old woman. I wear glasses, and she wears contact lenses, which she takes out before we go to bed at night. Of course, I remove my glasses.

The problem is, when we become intimate, we can barely see each other — even with the lights on. We want to know what each other looks like when we’re making love. Any suggestions? — EYES WIDE OPEN IN ROGERS, ARK.

DEAR EYES WIDE OPEN: I am not a vision expert, and this is something you should discuss with your eye-care professional. However, because you are both blind as bats without corrective lenses, perhaps it’s time you considered the Braille method.

When I first read this letter, as well as Dear Abby’s reply, I was surprised, and a little confused. Jack and I are in our thirties, and I will be the first to admit that sometimes when we are having particularly enthusiastic sex, the kind that leaves us covered in sweat, with our heartbeats much faster than normal, it can be tempting to just pass out as soon as we’re finished. Perhaps when we reach our late fifties, the act of love will be so exerting for us that we can’t perform simple functions like taking off our glasses or taking out our contact lenses between orgasm and sleep. But until I know for sure whether this is true, I can’t help but wonder why these two insist on removing their corrective lenses before they go at it.

Also, we’ve got a request to ask of our readers. We are trying to increase readership of this blog, and due to the subject matter we are completely clueless about how to do that. Obviously we aren’t going to send out a mass e-mail informing all of our friends, co-workers and family that we’ve got a blog in which we discuss every aspect of our sex life. There aren’t too many people we know personally who would be interested in reading this blog, and who we would be comfortable sharing it with. Also, we aren’t very keen on the idea of advertising our blog on some random message board. We’d like to have at least some control over who reads it.

The request is simple: If you have any suggestions of how we might go about getting more readers to our blog, we’d love to hear your thoughts. (Especially if you happened to have a sex blog at some point in the past, hint hint.) Also, if you know anyone who might like to read about the exploits of a very open-minded and sexually adventurous thirtysomething couple, preferably someone mature who doesn’t giggle every time he or she reads the word “cock” or “pussy”, feel free to tell them about the blog.

-Jill

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: Jill’s Reaction

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

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

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

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

Jill

My Toy Box

I’m a woman who likes toys. Unlike my husband, who has littered our home with a wide assortment of action figures, the toys I like are of the adult variety.

Last weekend Jack, well aware of my love of toys, surprised me with a Halloween present: A large gift bag containing two autumn-scented candles, and two wonderful toys. (I tried to include pictures in this post, but for some reason I couldn’t get them to work.)

The first one was the Hop’n Rabbit Stroker. I have owned a couple rabbits, and always enjoyed them. The shaft is very sturdy and you can use them while lying on your back, or you can ride them. In fact, it was Mia Wallace’s story of riding her rabbit while giving her husband Vincent a blowjob that really made me miss owning one. Unfortunately, the ones that I owned got used so much that their motors eventually burned out. But I have a feeling this one is going to take much more of a licking before it stops ticking. Not only does this toy have the standard vibrating shaft and the rabbit designed to stimulate your clit, it also actually thrusts in and out, which I enjoy more than my previous rabbit’s rotating feature. There’s also a setting where you can set the vibration and thrusting to random and really makes things unpredictable. So far I haven’t used this setting as just turning the toy full blast works great! In fact, we tried Mia’s idea, and it blew me away. Such an amazing orgasm!

The second one was the Royal Princess G-spot stimulator. I’ve never had a vibrator designed specifically for the G-spot before, but I love having my G-spot stimulated. When Jack makes me come by playing with my G-spot, it always leads to intense and very explosive orgasms. I love coming this way, but due to the location of the G-spot I’ve never been able to find it on my own. I’m hoping that, with this toy, I will be able to. It’s appears to be perfectly-angled to reach my G-spot, and the controls are easy to reach while using it. There are seven settings, including a slow vibration, a faster vibration, and even pulse. It reminds me of our food processor. Unfortunately, I don’t know how well this toy works, because I have been enjoying my Hop’n Rabbit Stroker nonstop since I got it. But it’s got a tiny happy face on the end of it, which I thought was a nice touch.

Now, on to my older toys…

Jack got me an Eroscillator a couple Christmases ago, after my second rabbit died. Unlike the rabbit, the Eroscillator doesn’t run on batteries. It has a twelve-foot cord and never stops working at an inconvenient time, like right before orgasm. It’s quieter than I expected, too, which is surprising considering how powerful the Eroscillator is. There are a ton of attachments, with names like “French Legionnaire’s Moustache”, and “Grapes and Cockscomb”. They all do different things, although I usually use one or two of the attachments that stimulate the clit. In fact, when I looked through the attachments earlier this week, a couple of them still had the “remove before using” tags attached. The Eroscillator is a great toy, but it’s not the kind of toy you can ride. But because most of the attachments are narrow, you can put it between yourself and your partner while you’re having sex face to face, and stimulate both of you.

This is called the Classix Butterfly. You put it on under your clothes, and place the little vibrating butterfly in the right spot, and you control the vibrator itself with an attached remote control thing. I’m not sure where this toy came from, exactly, although I’ve owned it longer than I’ve known Jack. It’s pretty weak, and although I store it in the top drawer of my nightstand, I haven’t used it in years, and I’m not really planning to, either.

The Magic Touch Bullet Mini is fun for its size, though nowhere near as powerful as the rabbit or the Eroscillator. But it’s inconspicuous and can be thrown into a purse or pants pocket when a larger toy might attract attention.

Finally, I thought I would share the inscription on Jack’s Halloween card: “Hope this Halloween makes you scream!” It’s much funnier when you consider what was in the gift bag.

-Jill

Women On Top

I would like to share a story that I have enjoyed for many years. It’s from a book called Woman on Top, which is a collection of women’s sexual fantasies. I first heard of this book in college when a friend told me about it. The story in question is one of my favorites in the book, and inspired my first real fantasies about two men having me at once.

When I met Jack, I was surprised to find that he owned this book. He had also first read it while in college. His girlfriend at the time had heard about it and suggested that he buy a copy. Although he had read this particular story and liked it, it wasn’t one of his favorites. Now, though, I think he likes it more, probably because he knows how much I like it.

Here’s the story. I bet it will turn you on!

One of my favorite fantasies, which has yet to come true, is about my boyfriend (Jack) and this friend of mine who I’m very attracted to, Ben. Jack and Ben decide to surprise me for my birthday by taking me to a cottage on the lake near my home for the weekend. Just the three of us are there to celebrate all weekend. We go swimming most of the day and lie out on the beach. As we are walking back to the cottage, Jack tells me that he and Ben have another surprise for me. They are going to tease and fuck me until I can’t take any more. (See, I usually last quite long, meaning Jack tires first; after about four hours I can still keep going but he can’t.) So they got this brainstorm that with twice the pleasure, I’ll tire sooner and at about the same time as them.

So we get to the cottage and go in and sit in front of the fireplace. We drink the champagne Ben bought and talk, and then Jack says, “Let’s play strip poker, loser not only has to take off a piece of clothing but also kiss someone (the guys me, me the guys) anywhere on their body.” Ben and I agree, so the game begins. Needless to say, by the time the game ends (all the clothes off), the three of us are so horny that there are no other thoughts but getting off and having a great time doing it.

So while I’m kissing Jack, he’s playing with my nipples, and Ben is kissing his way down to my cunt. Jack is kissing my breasts and telling me how beautiful I am, and Ben is licking my pussy,and you can hear the slurping noise. Then he looks up, pauses and smiles and dives back down. I’m going crazy. I have one man sucking my tits and one man sucking my cunt. As I’m getting ready to come, I’m thrashing all over the floor, but both of them hold on and never miss a lick. And what an orgasm I have too! My whole body is alive and tingling from being touched and petted all over by four hands and two mouths.

As Ben lies down on his back to catch his breath, I scramble around and get down on my hands and knees and lick all over that beautiful cock. As I really get into sucking him off, Jack gets behind me and enters me, which really gets me going. While Jack is thrusting his cock in and out and in and out of my dripping cunt, I’m sucking Ben’s cock for all I’m worth. As Ben starts to reach orgasm, it makes me worse. So when Ben starts flooding my throat with his delicious come, I’m coming and squeezing Jack’s cock, and then all that wetness, and hot, clutching cunt brings Jack right over the edge, and we all collapse in orgasm.

The idea of both these men, whom I love very much, sharing me and loving me together is the biggest turn-on there is for me. No one else knows about this yet. I’ll probably tell Jack soon and see what he thinks.

Did it turn you on?

-Jill

Hotel Story, Part 2

Once again, this is a work of fiction, and a pretty hot fantasy.

As I caught my breath, I looked up to see that John had entered Jane from behind. As he started thrusting, she dove back down, devouring me greedily, intent on making me come again. I could see Jane’s head buried between my legs, her ass up high, John’s hands on her hips as he rocked her back and forth. I felt Jane’s mouth on my clit, her fingers stroking my pussy, and I leaned my head back to enjoy it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see you sitting on the edge of our bed. You were hard again, enjoying the sight of what we were doing and stroking yourself contentedly. As I continued to luxuriate under Jane’s efforts, I called you over to me. You came back to the bed we were on, and knelt down on the edge. You were close enough so that I could wrap my hand around you, and I felt your hardness, felt you throb in my grasp. Close to another orgasm, I took you into my mouth and sucked you deeply, for all I was worth. My pleasure was intensified by the feel of you between my lips.

As I came, I put my hand back on your cock, stroking you even as I continued to suck. My climax was brief but very intense, and when it was over I needed you inside me right away. In an instant, I was on all fours, and then I was using my shoulders to support myself as I reached back to spread myself open for you. It was a sight you couldn’t resist, and soon you were inside, filling me completely. I gasped with pleasure and braced myself against the bed with my hands. You began to fuck me, gripping my hips just as John was doing with Jill on the other side of the bed. I wondered if he felt as good as you did, then decided there was no way that was possible.

Jill was close enough to kiss, her lips full, sensual and inviting. As we kissed, I brushed her lips with my tongue, enjoying her taste even as we bounced back and forth against your powerful thrusts. Each movement of your cock stroked my G-spot, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. At the same time, your balls were slapping my clit with every thrust. The feeling was almost too much, and as Jane’s tongue snaked its way into my mouth, I was aware of an intense sensation, much more tantalizing than the orgasms Jane had given me earlier. You continued to massage my G-spot, and I came in a great gush that soaked your cock and balls.

I moved to our bed to recover from my orgasm and enjoy the show. By now John and Jane were both sweaty and disheveled. Soon, Jane asked you to help her fulfill one of her fantasies. You were intrigued, so you moved closer to her. While John continued to fuck her from behind, Jane swallowed you as deeply as she could. I watched as she worked her mouth all over you, and I grew even more aroused. As I watched Jane bob up and down on your cock, her tongue fluttering up your length and over your head, I reached into my overnight bag for my toy.

I lay on my back and turned on the toy. My legs spread, I began using it on my swollen lips and on my clit. Jane continued to suck and be fucked by you and John. Eventually they moved into missionary position. Jane’s head hung upside down off of the bed so she could continue to suck your cock, even deeper this time. Excited by their new position, I got up onto my knees to get a better look. I pressed my toy against my clit, then put it inside of me, working it in and out of myself by hand. As I rode my toy on the way to yet another orgasm, the three of you had found a steady rhythm and were on the verge of your own.

All at once, Jane came, and took her mouth off of you. Her passionate moans filled the room, and my ears. The sounds of her orgasm, as well as the sight of her body in the midst of climax, turned me on. As Jane shuddered, gripping the bedsheets in spasming fingers, you knelt over her, stroking your cock, then dotting her breasts and abdomen at the same time that John was filling her with his own come, groaning lustfully as he did.

I was aroused to new heights by what I had just seen, and I collapsed onto the bed, still working the toy in and out of my very wet pussy as I writhed in pleasure. My climax went on for some time, and I felt as though I was floating in space. When I was once again conscious of reality, John and Jane had excused themselves to the shower, and you were sitting on the edge of the bed where I lay, gently stroking my hair.

-Jill

Hotel Story

This is a story I e-mailed Jack last night. He says it was a nice surprise, and that he enjoyed reading it when he got home from work. I hope you enjoy it too!

(Once again, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)

We spent the day wine tasting with John and Jane. Feeling a bit tipsy, we decided not to try and drive home, so we checked into a hotel to sober up. They only had one room with twin beds, so we figured we’d make the best of it and hopefully have some fun in the process. We turned on the TV and lay down on our bed, while John and Jane lay down on theirs. We put on an adult movie and needing a little hair of the dog, Jane decided to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon she and John bought at our last stop. We each had a glass and before long we were all feeling aroused.

I got onto the bed with Jane, while John moved into a chair to make room for me. With you and John cheering us on, Jane and I shared a kiss. Not a big one or anything, just a sweet, closed-mouthed kiss. You wanted more. As you egged her on, Jane kissed my neck, then started sucking on it softly. She put her hand under my top, and as her lips returned to mine her hands softly kneaded my breasts. I moaned with pleasure, in part because I wanted to turn you on, and also because Jane’s touch was Heaven. My fingers got restless so I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a tight-fitting black bra that barely contained her luscious breasts.

Jane shrugged her blouse off of her shoulders. I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them, trying my best to make her feel the pleasure she had made me feel. At the same time, I kissed her chest, working my way up her neck and back to her mouth, where we kissed lustfully, our lips and tongues batting against each other. As Jane licked her way across my lips, you and John must have been turned on and ready to go, because I know I was.

When we stopped kissing, I looked your way and saw that both you and John had large bulges in your pants. I was hoping you would take them out and show us how hard you were, and maybe play with them a little bit. But you weren’t ready, and you told us to continue what we were doing so you could watch. Eager to please, I pulled down the cups of her bra, revealing two very firm, round breasts. She unclasped her bra, and dropped it to the floor. As I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, she sighed and kissed me again, then took my hand off of her and placed it between her thighs. We both rubbed her, and at the same time I took her other hand and placed it between my legs.

As our play intensified, I looked over at you and John again. John’s pants were open and he had one hand inside, playing with his cock. Your pants were down, and despite your underwear I could definitely see how hard you were. After a few minutes caressing each other, Jane and I stopped so that I could finish undressing her. I undid her belt and unbuttoned her jeans, then slid them down over her hips, revealing a sexy black thong that matched her bra. She leaned against the bed and stepped out of her jeans, then arched her back to flaunt her ass.

I spanked Jane once on each cheek, then tucked my fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulled it out from her waist. I pulled it down, planting kisses along her hip down to her feet as it went. When she stepped out of it, she said it was my turn, and took off all of my clothes as well. I got back onto the bed, pulling her down after me, and we kissed long and passionately, for an instant completely unaware that you and John were still in the room. Her skin smelled clean and fragrant and I drank in her scent as I luxuriated in the sensation of her lips and tongue.

Jane kissed me all over, eventually coming to rest between my legs. She licked me with long strokes of her tongue, each lick sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. As she devoured me, she caressed my thighs with her hands, somehow knowing just how much I enjoy that. The feeling of her tongue and hands, and the sounds of her lips on mine, were moving me ever closer to orgasm, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that you had finally stripped off your shorts and were stroking your cock, your eyes locked intently on our show. I shifted my gaze to John, still sitting in his chair. Like you, he was naked from the waist down, focused on the tongue-bath his wife was giving me and quickly working a tight fist up and down his cock.

The sight of two hot guys playing with their cocks was incredibly arousing. It was even hotter to think that they were doing it as a direct result of watching Jane go down on me. As Jane worked her tongue in and out of me, I started to come. She locked her mouth onto my pussy and rode me throughout a very intense climax, never missing a lick. She didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before starting again, this time slipping a couple fingers inside of me and caressing my clit with her thumb.

You walked over to the bed, climbing on and kneeling beside my head so that your cock was just close enough for me to lick. John came around to the other side and dangled his own cock above my face. As he stroked it, he invited me to help, so I reached up and closed my hand around him. As I rubbed his cock you leaned closer to me and I sucked you deep into my mouth. I caressed the head of your cock with my tongue, then took you back into my mouth once again. I repeated this for awhile as I continued stroking John’s hard cock.

John commented that it looked like I was really good at sucking cock. You asked him if he would like a turn, and when he said yes you switched places with him. I played with your cock with my hands while I took John into my mouth. It was exhilarating to suck his cock, and to know that it turned you on to watch me do it. Meanwhile I still had Jane playing with my G-spot and my clit, and her efforts were so perfect that I was close to another orgasm. I continued to stroke your cock while sucking John ever deeper, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

As I stroked you, I could hear you breathing hard, and I hoped you were as close to coming as I was. When I was right on the edge I took John’s cock out of my mouth and replaced him with yours. As I came, I sucked you deeply, feeling you throb between my lips. I worked my tongue all over the head of your cock until you rewarded me.

To be continued. (You didn’t think that was the end, did you?)

-Jill

Finger Cuffs

Tuesday night, before having sex, Jack and I re-read the hot tub story I posted. That led to a very arousing conversation about our fantasies. We’ve got a lot of them, and no jealousy or insecurities in our relationship. Because of this we have always taken pleasure in sharing our fantasies with each other. We’re very open about them, not so that we can make them come true (because some fantasies are better left that way) but because sharing something so exciting and taboo with a partner makes it so much more exciting and pleasurable.

Fingercuffs, or one woman with two men, is a fantasy I have liked for a long time, but Jack didn’t fantasize about it very much before we met. In fact, it didn’t turn him on until he knew how much I liked it. And do I ever like it! One thing I like about this fantasy is that there are so many variations. Sometimes in the fantasy I am on all fours, other times I am on my back, and other times I am on top of one of the guys. Sometimes I’m sucking while getting fucked, sometimes I’m stroking or sucking both guys. One of the guys is almost always Jack, but the other guy could be anybody. Sometimes I can see his face, but other times I can’t.

Years before I met Jack, I came close to actually experiencing this fantasy. I was having sex with my boyfriend in the bedroom of his apartment when his roommate walked in on us. I wasn’t expecting an audience and his sudden entrance surprised me. But I was so caught up in the moment and turned on both by the great sex as well as by the spontaneous show we were putting on that I just went with the flow.

While we showed off, the roommate stood in the doorway and watched, rubbing himself through his jeans. After awhile, my boyfriend and I started doing doggy style. The roommate stood next to the bed, then opened his pants and pulled his cock out. As he stroked it with one hand, he pulled down his jeans with the other, and stepped out of them. I could see how nice his cock was, bigger than my boyfriend’s, and watching him play with it turned me on immensely. As my guy fucked me from behind, I imagined taking his roommate’s cock into my mouth, giving him the best head he had ever received. I imagined both of them filling me so full, satisfying me so completely as I satisfied them.

The roommate and I locked eyes, and I watched his facial expressions as he pleasured himself. I decided to do the same thing, and reached down to play with my clit. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I loved the idea that the sight of me, naked and being fucked, my tits swaying back and forth with each thrust, sweat dripping from my forehead, my hair in my face, even the sounds our bodies made, had gotten him so aroused that he couldn’t resist making himself come.

I shifted my gaze from his face down to his cock as he played with it, rubbing it vigorously. He gave a few last strokes and groaned erotically as he climaxed, his cum landing on the carpet near the bed. He remained nearby, watching and playing with his limp cock as I had my own orgasm. My boyfriend’s orgasm followed. I guess the roommate lost interest because he wandered off around the same time that I excused myself to the shower to clean up.

It was a night that would weigh on my mind for a long time. At the time, it didn’t occur to me that my boyfriend and his roommate had planned it, hoping I would do all the things they undoubtedly fantasized about. That I would take one in my pussy and the other in my mouth, then switch. That I would ride one guy while the other slipped inside my ass from behind. That I would take one in each hand and stroke them off at the same time, until they rewarded me with load after load of cum all over my face and my tits. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if the roommate had gotten onto the bed with us, and where the night might have gone. I like thinking about the possibilities.

-Jill