Missed Opportunities

Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Trust me on this.

This morning I found out that San Francisco’s landmark sex club The Power Exchange closed down. The Power Exchange has been open for years, providing open-minded couples and singles a place to see and/or do things they might otherwise never experience.

For anyone not in the know, The Power Exchange is a multi-level establishment with various theme rooms (jail cell, dungeon, vampire’s lair, mad scientist’s lab), as well as a dance floor, stripper poles and pool tables, enabling patrons to satisfy just about any fantasy, usually with an audience. The club’s lower levels are open to all types and persuasions, while the upper level is limited to couples and single women.

Needless to say, Jill and I had entertained the idea of going to The Power Exchange for some time. The idea of watching people engaged in all manner of sexual activity, and possibly doing our own thing as well, fueled many a fantasy of ours, and we hoped to pay them a visit. Possibly with open-minded friends.

The Power Exchange closed its San Francisco location in November, with plans to open a new location in Las Vegas. So much for the possibility of taking a spur-of-the-moment trip there.

While I’m talking about missed opportunities, I also learned today of the passing of Forrest J. Ackerman. “Forry”, as he was sometimes called, was best known as the writer and editor of Famous Monsters of Filmland, a groundbreaking sci-fi and horror magazine, from 1958 to 1983. He was an avid collector of movie memorabilia, and he housed much of his collection – which included original props, models and costumes from classic movies such as “Dracula” and “King Kong” – in his home, known as the Acker-Mansion. In fact, fans were welcome to tour his home, view the various displays of movie history, and listen to tales of Forry’s long and storied life.

During our most recent trip to Southern California, I’d considered trying to make arrangements to tour the “Acker-Mini-Mansion”, the smaller home in which he resided near the end of his life. But I put it off, hoping that there would be other opportunities. While I’ll always have a hefty collection of back issues of Famous Monsters of Filmland, meeting the man who was responsible for it would have been the icing on the cake. But now it’s too late.

In the interest of keeping this entry on-topic, for a time Forry and his wife had an interest in nudism. Granted, I don’t think he would have been the type to attend a sex club like The Power Exchange, but he would probably have approved of their vampire’s lair and mad scientist’s lab rooms.

-Jack

Watching Us

One evening this week, when Jill and I were in the mood to be watched, we started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into one of our accounts in the hopes of finding an audience. As is usually the case, we were only planning on having Jill give me oral on camera; she gets off on showing off, she always puts on a fantastic show, and for some very strange reason she is sometimes hesitant to get naked in front of complete strangers.

As is also usually the case, it can be tough to find a suitable audience (i.e. a couple, as we like watching even more than we like being watched). We looked for awhile, switching between several Yahoo! accounts, each with its own buddy list, but we had no luck finding anyone to show off for, or watch. We headed off to bed, to have sex without an audience. Which, let’s face it, is still pretty damn good.

As we headed to bed, I had a flash of brilliance. While Jill got undressed, I set up an older, rarely-used laptop in the bedroom. I attached one of our webcams, which I placed at a high vantage point atop our television. I started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into our account, while Jill picked out a favorite porn movie and put it in the DVD player. Then she got into bed.

When the movie began playing, Jill did too. She took a small silver bullet-shaped vibrator from her nightstand drawer and held it against her breasts, letting her nipples stiffen into erect peaks. While she did that, I used my other laptop to log into a different Yahoo! Messenger account. I accessed the webcam that was broadcasting from on top of the television, and maximized the window so that it filled the screen. For a moment I watched Jill using the toy on her clit. Then I set the laptop down on my nightstand and turned my attention to my wife.

As I sensuously caressed Jill’s thighs she continued to play, her eyes focused on the movie. Then I dropped down between her legs and began to feast, urged onward by the sounds of porn emanating from our television, the delicious taste and aroma of my wife, and the occasional sneaky glance up at the laptop on my nightstand. I enjoyed watching the two people on the screen, even knowing that they were us. In between licks, I worked three fingers in and out of Jill, and with a long, intense moan she came, hard and explosively.

“I want to watch,” she said, and flipped over onto her hands and knees. She turned so that she was facing my laptop, and with one hand bracing herself against the mattress she reached back and spread herself open. I slipped inside her from behind, and as she rode my thrusts we watched ourselves on the screen. Her body bucked against mine, and the way Jill felt, the way we looked on the screen, both accompanied by the sounds of a very energetic scene playing on the television took me exactly where I needed to go. As I came, Jill’s moans upon being filled up were louder and more erotic than my own.

We collapsed onto the bed and lay in each other’s arms, listening to the movie playing on the television until Jill picked up the remote control and turned it off. We lay in silence, watching each other watching the webcam until we were asleep. The next night, we did it all over again.

-Jack

A Trip to the Toy Store

Saturday afternoon we found ourselves at Suzie’s Adult Superstore, where Jack bought my new toys last month. I’d never been there before, and as he turned into the parking lot I realized that I hadn’t been to an adult store in a long time. In fact, Good Vibrations was the only store we shopped at for years.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Good Vibrations. It’s exactly the kind of sex-positive store that should exist in every city in America, where women and men can go to browse or buy anything that turns them on, in a safe setting without fear of judgment. The staff is friendly, helpful, and eager to give advice to help the customer make the right choice on a toy, a video, or anything else they carry.

But sometimes Good Vibrations doesn’t do it for me. I do love the comfortable atmosphere, but it’s almost too clean for me. Sometimes that sort of sterile environment isn’t what I need to get turned on. Sometimes I want to shop at a store that’s a little bit naughtier, almost to the point of being sleazy, if that’s the right word.

The adult video store in the neighborhood where I grew up was much less comfortable than Good Vibrations. It was always sort of darkly lit, with porn movie posters hanging on the walls, and racks full of adult magazines and videos everywhere you looked. Inflatable sex dolls with gaping mouths hung from the ceiling. They had a back room with coin-operated video players, and probably glory holes too. Maybe it’s because I was raised in a Catholic household, but the forbidden nature of a store like this (moreso than Good Vibrations) added to their appeal.

It’s no wonder that I was pleasantly surprised by Suzie’s. The place is a nice happy medium between Good Vibrations and the much sleazier porn shop I remember walking into cautiously when I was younger. Suzie’s is a brightly-lit and well-stocked store, one that I can see Jack and I going into whenever we’re in need of a new adult product, or just looking to browse. Beyond a huge selection of toys, Suzie’s has an equally huge section of DVDs, all sorts of bondage gear from paddles to nipple clamps, and a cage large enough to hold a person. It costs just under $2,000, so start saving those pennies!

Like Good Vibrations, the sales staff at Suzie’s seems pleasant and knowledgeable. On his first visit, Jack got help picking out my toys from a salesgirl based on my likes and dislikes, and the toys I have owned in the past. Likewise on Saturday we started out browsing the vibrators, and it wasn’t long before a very helpful young lady came over to assist us, offering her opinions of some of the toys we were looking at. She said that she had used most, if not all, of the toys we were interested in, and although she might have been exaggerating to gain our confidence, both Jack and I found her candor sexy.

Jack mentioned that he’d recently bought me a couple new toys, and she complimented him on his choice, and me on my tastes. She asked if we were looking for something a little different, and led us to an adjacent rack to look at silicone dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors. She showed us one particularly large model with a suction cup on its base, and told us how fun it is to stick it to the floor and ride it, or to the headboard and back up on it. Even though they don’t vibrate, I think it would be hot to ride a dildo while giving Jack head. Maybe not as hot as riding my rabbit, but the fact that the dildo is actually shaped like a cock would be exciting.

Because it was my first time in the store, she gave us a quick tour and left us to continue browsing on our own. I found myself gazing at a showcase full of beautiful blown-glass dildos that I think I would be too scared to actually use. Jack gravitated toward a nearby shelf of adult board games and card games. He has been looking for something we can play with another couple or two in the event that we ever hold another porn and pizza party or something similar. Most of the games seemed to be designed for use by a single couple, but there was one he seemed interested in. I should have made a mental note of what it was.

Somehow, we left the store empty-handed. We hadn’t actually gone there to buy toys, since the last two Jack bought me are still doing the trick. But I did get a few ideas to add to my Christmas list.

Suzie’s is located at 5136 Auburn Blvd in Sacramento. They’re open 24 hours for late-night shopping trips. The “Parking in rear” sign is good for a laugh.

-Jill

Thanksgiving Weekend Sex (When Company’s Over)

Friday, Jack’s old roommate stayed the night with us. This is the same guy who was staying over in our September 29th entry. He was passing through on the way home from Reno, where he’d spent Thanksgiving. He’s a really sweet guy, and he’s fun and handsome (but not as much as Jack). A few of my girlfriends think he’s hot, and at least one has slept with him.

We went out to dinner, and then we came home and watched a movie. When the movie ended, I excused myself to the bedroom. I got undressed and took a shower, and Jack came to join me. We washed each other, then kissed as the hot spray rinsed the soap from our bodies. We got out of the shower and dried off, and I asked Jack if our guest had gone to bed. Jack said yes. We got into bed, and I rolled over on top of Jack, holding his wrists down and pinning him.

We kissed some more, and I felt Jack’s fingers spreading me open. He caressed me for a moment, and when the kiss broke he slid down the bed, letting his mouth finish what his fingers started. Kneeling over him, I leaned against the headboard, which hit the bedroom wall noisily. Instinctively Jack tensed up. I giggled loudly at the noise, then caught myself, quieted down, and concentrated on what my husband was doing.

By the time I finally came, Jack had wiggled out from underneath me and was working on me from behind. It was better this way, because on all fours I had a pillow handy to muffle the sounds of my passion. When my climax passed, I rolled onto my back and took him inside me. As I pulled him close, I told him to fuck me. And not in a whisper, but at a normal volume. I’m sure he was surprised by my lack of discretion, but it didn’t hamper the mood at all.

His thrusts were soft at first, more out of a desire to keep quiet than in order to be gentle. But some of my most imaginative dirty talk inspired him to throw caution to the wind, and in a few minutes we were unconcerned with the sounds of the mattress, the headboard, or our own moans. I could feel myself close to another climax, and I knew Jack was too. My legs clasped around his back as my pussy clenched tightly on his cock, and I boldly announced my orgasm. We both came at once, and as he filled me, I couldn’t help but cry out.

Just like before, the possibility of being overheard was exciting, and the thought kept me aroused until after I had fallen asleep. This morning Jack was a little worried that we might have been too loud, but rather than making a quick exit, his roommate stayed two hours later than he planned to before getting back on the road. He even took us out to lunch. So if we kept him awake last night, he obviously wasn’t offended!

-Jill

Be Thankful

Just a quick note to say Happy Thanksgiving to everybody reading this. Jack and I have much to be thankful for, including health, happiness, and a sex life that is never boring. But above all, we are thankful to have friends like you, and we hope your holiday was wonderful. Thanks for reading!

-Jill

Out of Order

We got in at eleven o’clock last night after spending the evening at a party thrown by some friends of ours. We were surrounded by fun people, and I drank a few glasses of wine. Most people who know us pretty well are aware that having a couple glasses of wine makes me silly. Having a few glasses makes me horny.

The ride home was long, and more than once Jack and I joked about finding an out-of-the-way place to pull over and have sex in the car. We’ve done it before, of course, although usually closer to home. It’s been quite awhile since we’ve done that, and we both love the possibility of discovery. We’re freaks, we know, it’s nothing new.

As we pulled into our driveway, we were both glad we hadn’t actually stopped anywhere. The prospect of having rushed sex while half-dressed in the cramped backseat of a car somehow didn’t seem quite as erotic as being able to spend an hour or more comfortably lying naked on warm flannel sheets and a soft mattress.

We walked into the house, and I set my purse down on the floor. When Jack shut the front door, I took him by surprise, pushing him up against it. I rubbed him forcefully through his jeans, aroused to see just how ready he was. I could feel myself growing hotter and hotter until I finally unhitched his jeans, sliding them and his shorts to the floor.

Freed from his pants, Jack sprang to life. As I dropped slowly to my knees I gathered up my skirt around my waist, revealing a sexy pair of panties. I felt the cold tile of the entryway floor stinging at my legs as I settled down to take him into my mouth. I braced myself against the floor with one hand and arched my back a little, sticking my ass out, and imagined the sight a nonexistent audience might be enjoying as my head bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock.

My lips and tongue left little wet trails along him, trails that my hand quickly followed. His pleasure was evident by his lustful moans, and I continued doing exactly what I was doing. In fact, I did it faster, more passionately, knowing that eventually my efforts would certainly lead to his orgasm. Actually, I was counting on it.

I felt him throb in my hand and took my mouth off of him. “I want your come,” I said in a breathy whisper. I wasn’t trying to sound sexy, so if I did it was effortless. Jack loves it when I talk dirty, and I’m sure that hearing my words so close to the height of his sexual plateau didn’t hurt. I worked my mouth up and down the underside of his cock, paying special attention to his frenulum, and soon I could tell he was right on the verge.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder reassuringly and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft, feeling him come but sadly tasting nothing. When his climax subsided I continued to play him like a flute, especially the oh-so-sensitive frenulum. His continued moans excited me, and made me wish he would come again. He stayed nice and hard, and once I had cleaned him off we went into the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way.

It was my turn. Jack set me down on the bed and began kissing me all over, starting with my forehead. He kissed his way down to my chin, along my neck and over my shoulders, before grazing on my breasts for a very long time. As though he could sense when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he continued down my body, kissing each thigh, making his way to each foot and then back up again.

I got lost in the moment, in the feeling of what Jack was doing to me, and at first I didn’t even realize that he was going down on me. But before I knew it he was eating me like a ripe, juicy apple, and delicately massaging my thighs. As I felt the first stirrings of release, he was inside me, filling me completely, and that’s all it took.

We held each other for a long while, our bodies warm under the covers before he got up and turned out the lights. I thought briefly about how exciting it was to be the last one: Usually I come first. I like that, because then I can concentrate totally on my husband’s pleasure, and it’s wonderful not to have to get off “for him”, if that makes any sense. But once he came, knowing it was my turn, and that I would be utterly satisfied when I fell asleep, was amazing.

-Jill

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

Sense and Sensuality

Let’s go back to elementary school, where we all learned about the five senses. You know the ones: Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch. Most of us use all five senses every day without even thinking about it. I can honestly say that much of the stimuli I receive through the five senses is second nature, often barely even noticed by me.

Do you take any of your senses for granted? For the purposes of this post I am talking about the senses as they relate to sex. After spending some time thinking about the subject, Jill and I discovered that we have been doing exactly that. This is a situation we hope to remedy, especially in the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the bathroom, the garage, the car, the backyard, or anywhere else we might be going at it.

As part of our discussion on the subject, Jill and I separately ranked the importance of each sense, and then we shared our rankings with each other. We were not surprised to learn that our rankings were exactly the same, listed here in order from most important to least: Touch, sight, hearing, taste, and finally smell. (Jill notes that she originally ranked taste and hearing in the opposite order, but changed her mind.)

Sex feels great. There is no doubt that the sense of touch is, for most people, the most important one. Without the ability to feel physical stimulation, sex as we know it would be nothing like it currently is. It’s very unlikely that, without tactile sensation, Jill and I would enjoy sex as much as we do, or even be able to get off at all. In college, I had a classmate who was disabled, incapable of feeling anything from the waist down. He said that he could get an erection and actually have sex, though he felt nothing apart from the emotional connection to his wife.

Jill and I touch frequently, whether we’re holding hands in a public place, cuddling close together on the sofa, or sleeping beside each other at night. These situations aren’t overtly sexual, but when we touch it is frequently a reminder of more intimate contact.

Since it seems like such a no-brainer that the sense of touch plays the biggest role in sexual arousal, we felt no real urgency to test the hypothesis. However, in the interest of science we blindfolded each other and experimented with a few different items, including a silk handkerchief, a cotton wash towel, a smooth rolling back massager made of wood, a feather, and our hands. I don’t know the scientific term for it, but they all felt pretty good.

Keeping in mind the starring role that touch plays in sex, there are four other senses that are actively involved when we are intimate. Each one is important in enhancing the overall experience.

Although we both ranked sight as the second most important sense, in my opinion it’s only slightly less important than touch. Whether we are seeing each other masturbate, watching an adult movie, or observing our reflection in a mirror as we have sex, visual stimulation is a huge part of what turns us on. One recurring theme in our fantasies is voyeurism, often in the form of watching another couple have sex. The fact that Jill and I are both turned on by the thought of visual stimulation, and not necessarily the visual stimulation itself, speaks volumes about the importance of sight.

Hearing’s important too. However, until recently we mainly thought of hearing in relation to sight. Watching a porn film is hot, but listening to the sounds that accompany the visuals amps up the heat tenfold. However, Jill and I found that listening to the same porn film while not looking at the television led to much greater arousal than watching the television with the sound turned off. In fact, sometimes we’ll put a porn film on in the guest room, and have sex in our bedroom. The sounds of the couple in the movie excite us greatly, and while we have sex we fantasize that they’re actually in the next room. Clearly this is an instance wherein hearing is more important than sight.

After some reflection, we realized that we have placed a high value on our sense of hearing for at least as long as we’ve known each other. The first time we had sex, I was surprised by Jill’s enthusiasm. She was not shy, never hesitating to tell me what she liked, and what she wanted me to do. It went beyond dirty talk (something else she excelled at); the simple fact that she was vocal meant that she was involved and not passive, and I found this tremendously exciting.

Before we got married, Jill and I sometimes went days without seeing each other, and we would have phone sex quite often. Though a poor substitute for the physical intimacy we desired, phone sex was always satisfying. Listening to the person you love tell you the things she would like to do the next time you’re alone together, hearing the sounds she makes as she comes, and hearing her say that she’s turned on listening to you doing the same, each of these things involve two of our most unappreciated sexual organs, the ears.

We found the last two senses – taste and smell – subordinate to the first three with regard to sexual arousal, but they are still involved. Taste is probably the bigger of the two for both of us. We both love to kiss, and while much of this is due to touch – the way Jill’s tongue feels as it zips in and out of my mouth, for example – taste is a factor as well.

Jill finds the act of giving oral sex extremely arousing, to the point that she can sometimes come close to orgasm simply by doing it, with little if any stimulation of herself. She believes that this is due to the way I taste, though she admits that she’s also greatly excited by the knowledge that I enjoy it so much.

It’s widely understood that the sense of smell is most inextricably linked to our memories. What that means is that the smell of a certain type of car upholstery may subconsciously trigger memories of the fifth grade, when your dad might have driven a car with the same upholstery. I was reminded of this recently, when Jill and I went out to dinner. She wore a certain perfume that I haven’t smelled since one of our early dates, which happened to culminate in sex. Cut to last month. While sitting in the car on the way to the restaurant, I began to think about sex without knowing exactly why (other than the fact that I frequently think about sex). We were already planning to come home after dinner and have sex, but as I continued to drive I was surprised at the severity of my sudden arousal. As we arrived, I asked Jill if she’d ever worn that perfume before, and she told me not since we first started dating. I made the connection.

Unlike the experiments we did for our sense of touch, we didn’t really do anything to test our remaining senses. But in the future both Jill and I hope not to take these senses for granted, or at the very least be aware of them. To make better use of our sense of smell, we might try using scented candles or oils to set a sexy mood. Jill is a fan of sandalwood, a scent she finds particularly exciting. Additionally, we’ve got some scented massage oil we’d like to try out.

Regarding our sense of taste, we always hear or read that you should try incorporating food into your sex life. And sure, licking whipped cream off of Jill’s body is hot, but it’s not the taste of whipped cream that I’m interested in at that moment, it’s the taste of my wife. Because of this, and because we’re both actively trying to lose a few pounds, we don’t mix food and sex too often. Granted, our sense of taste isn’t one that we take too much for granted anyway.

We don’t really take our sense of hearing for granted, though in the interest of enhancing the experience from an aural perspective, I am trying to compile a playlist of songs that turn us on, so that we can have some music playing during sex. But not too loud; I would hate to miss any of our own sounds.

Like touch, we appreciate our sense of sight and I don’t think we take it for granted. We probably don’t spend enough time actually looking at each other prior to having sex, mainly because we’re both so excited that once the clothes come off we can’t wait. But that’s something I’d like to do more of. But we’ve never been the kind of couple to have sex with the lights out; we both love the visual, and typically spend as much time looking at our reflection in the mirror as we do looking into each other’s eyes.

So maybe we don’t take all of our senses for granted. We hope you don’t either.

-Jack

Reunited, Part 2

On Saturday, we were up and out very early. We had a busy but fun morning and, anticipating a late night, we returned to our hotel room in the early afternoon to take a nap, or at least spend some time watching television and not walking.

We headed to our room, Jill carrying her shoes in hand. The corridor was deserted, and she began unbuttoning her top. I was surprised by this, but after a minute the sight of my wife in an open blouse was so appealing that the threat of being seen by the cleaning staff did nothing to diminish my arousal.

“Like what you see?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question, as she already knew the answer. Walking backward, she tugged the sleeve of her blouse down, baring her shoulder. At the same time, her breasts threatened to spill forth from her bra, and I decided it would be best if I got us inside as soon as possible.

Then again, what was the rush? Though the hall was quiet and empty, I got a small charge out of the idea of someone coming out of his room and catching a glimpse of my wife partially undressed. Being watched is one of our biggest turn-ons, and I had no doubt that Jill was thinking the exact same thing I was.

We arrived at our room and I got our key card from my wallet. Jill turned me around before I could unlock the door. She reached down to touch me. “Want me to suck your cock?” she asked, smiling seductively. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” She squeezed her breasts together, and raised them up toward my face. “You could titty-fuck me, too. Would you like that?” Both options were very appealing, even moreso because of the fact that we weren’t locked safely in our room yet.

Jill unbuckled my belt. I felt like a Greek sailor, listening to the song of a beautiful Siren. Common sense told me to get this woman inside the room now, before we got caught doing something in a place we shouldn’t have been doing it. At the same time, I liked the idea of giving in. The exhibitionism aspect was exciting for sure, and I was really temped to listen to her Siren song, damn the consequences. We were right outside our room. It wasn’t like we couldn’t get inside in a hurry if need be.

I asked Jill if she wanted me to whip it out. She just laughed, took the room key from me, and unlocked the door. She pushed me inside, and before the door clicked shut her blouse hit the floor, the rest of her clothes right behind it. I followed suit, and we were atop the sex bed seconds later.

I maneuvered myself between Jill’s soft, warm thighs and began to massage them, as I gazed upon her smoothly-shaven pussy. The method she’d chosen to wake me up that morning was still very fresh in my mind, and I wanted to return the favor, to satisfy my hunger for her while satisfying her as well. As I began to nuzzle and lick her clit I rubbed her lips. She was extremely wet; my fingers slipped inside with no resistance.

While I continued to lick and suck on her, I worked my fingers in and out, pressing on her G-spot in the exact manner that had led her to orgasm many times before. As I did, I felt Jill’s hand on my head, pressing my face deep into her. Her thighs tightened around my head and with no warning beyond a single, sustained moan she came, very forcefully.

“Hot,” she said dreamily, and we lay in silence for awhile. Then Jill climbed up on top and rode me to another orgasm, an orgasm by all indications just as intense as her first one. She wasted no time before moving onto all fours and inviting me inside her. I wasted no time before accepting her invitation. I squatted behind her and she put me in. As I rode her, I caressed her breasts, and she leaned back so we could kiss. The taste of her tongue, and the feel of her body, ensured that I wouldn’t last very long.

Then housekeeping came in and scared the hell out of us. Jill screamed. She will probably insist that I was the one who screamed, and not her, but that’s not how I remember it. We pulled the covers over us quickly and sat there in the bed like frightened animals, unsure of what to say or do. The cleaning ladies backed out of the room, giggling and speaking Spanish. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time they’d walked in on people having sex.

When they were gone, I warily got up and placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door, then moved the metal latch into place so we wouldn’t be disturbed again. I returned to the sex bed to find Jill standing beside it, bent over and bracing herself against the mattress. In spite of the intrusion, the sight of her standing there, waiting for me, was all I needed to get back into the mood. In a minute I was back inside her, and not long after I was spent. Soon after that, we were enjoying our nap.

-Jack

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