Dear Abby, and a Request

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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’

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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

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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

Balcony Sex: A Story By Jack

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I don’t write a whole lot of adult stories. For one thing, Jill is a hell of a lot better at it than I am. For another, I’m usually too lazy to actually come up with a story. I know I should make the effort, as writing such a story gets me pretty worked up, and then e-mailing it to Jill ensures she’ll be ready for sex when she gets home. It’s a no-brainer. The problem is that I am usually content to let her do the work.

Yesterday, however, I decided to make the effort. Jill’s worth it, after all. Besides, the night before last I had a dream that provided the most basic spark for the story, the sort of dream you wake up from way too soon and wish you could pick up where you left off the next time you fall asleep. Inspired by the dream, I was determined to write Jill a story that would keep her from concentrating on work, or anything else, until she came home.

Here it is:

I awaken in the dark. You lie beside me, breathing quietly in your sleep. This mattress is much more firm than our bed at home. Unable to sleep, I sit up on the edge of the bed. The room is quiet save for a faint buzzing sound coming from the alarm clock. It is a quarter past one.

I stand up. Sweat clings to my forehead and the back of my neck. I cross the room to the air conditioner, barely able to see it in near blackness. I turn it on, and frigid air begins to billow from the machine’s vents. I stand there naked and luxuriate in the sudden cold. After a moment, I turn and unlock the sliding glass door that leads out onto our room’s balcony.

I slide the door open and step outside, somehow not surprised to feel warm air surrounding me despite the hour. I brace myself against the railing and look down at the parking lot two stories below. A few cars are parked in the lot, our rental
included. No one is loitering in the parking lot. Nearby, the hotel pool is also deserted. If it were not so late, the pool would be full of hotel guests trying to escape the oppressive heat. In fact, I am ready to return to the room and the
icy-cold air emanating from the air conditioner when I feel your touch.

You press your lips to the side of my neck and begin to kiss me. I reach back to touch you. You move closer to me, pressing your bare breasts into my back. I turn, and our mouths melt together in an eager kiss. Your hands move down my body, finding my cock in an instant. You stroke me, and as I try to return the favor, you push my hand away and whisper that it’s all about me. As you continue to move your hand up and down my length, you lean close and kiss my chest, taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking. Your hand drives me wild with pleasure, gently twisting me in a loose grip. You kiss your way down my body, then drop to your knees and take me into your mouth.

I close my eyes and enjoy your ministrations, feeling the combined efforts of your hands, your lips and your tongue. It is almost too intense, and as my eyes roll back in my head I have to make a conscious effort not to give in to my orgasm – yet. Still, as you continue what you’re doing, I dare to look down at your head, moving back and forth. I’ve got to stop, or it’s going to be over very soon.

I reach down and pull you back up to your feet. We share another kiss, a shorter one this time, and then I push you up against the railing so that you are facing away from me. Leaning against the railing, you arch your back and thrust your ass
toward me, giving me a very inviting target. You want me inside you, but there’s something else I need first. As I get on my knees and attack you with my mouth from behind, what I want is all too clear.

I spread you open with my hands as I bury my tongue inside you. As I lap at your pussy vigorously, you lower a hand to your clit, your fingers matching my tongue stroke for stroke. You’re already soaking wet; before long you’re well on your way to climax. As I try to probe my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you, you raise your right leg up onto the railing, allowing me greater access. Breathlessly, you tell me you need me inside of you. I stand up, guiding my steel-hard cock where you so desperately want it.

I hold your hips, the feel of your body making me high. You race to meet each thrust, not content to be passive. Your moans excite me, and as your climax overwhelms you, you ride my thrusts even harder than before. Before long we both come. You collapse against the railing, and I against you, and we slowly catch our breath, then return to the cool of the room.

-Jack

A Scare-ifying Halloween Story

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Well, not really. But since it’s Halloween, I thought I would tell a story of a Halloween party we went to a few years back. Or, more accurately, the aftermath.

The year that Jill and I started dating, we were invited to a Halloween party at a local hotel. It was a very elaborate party with about a hundred guests, all in costume. Jill and I dressed up as vampires, complete with formalwear, ghost-white greasepaint, and plastic fangs, and had a great time. There was plenty of food and drink, music and dancing, and great conversation when the music wasn’t too loud.

By ten-thirty, I was pretty much done with the party, and I’m pretty sure Jill was too. However, I was hoping to thank the couple who threw the party, and they seemed occupied, so we decided to take a walk around the hotel. Once we’d made our way around the ground floor, we decided to venture upstairs. We found an elevator and chose a floor at random, then took a walk through a nondescript hallway. At the end of the hallway was a window that looked out on the freeway and, having literally run out of places to go, we gazed out of it for a moment.

“Want to make out?” Jill asked. I kissed her, and before we got too carried away, we moved into the small area between the hallway and the staircase so that people walking down the hallway wouldn’t be able to see us. We resumed making out, secure in the knowledge that we were hidden from view. We kissed long and passionately, and without realizing exactly how or when, my hand found itself massaging Jill’s breasts. Soon she took my hand and moved it down her black dress, letting it rest between her legs. I felt her heat mere inches away from my fingertips and pulled up her dress, my hands touching her stockings on the way up.

Eventually I came upon her black silk panties, and I caressed her through them. As we continued to kiss, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, allowing me access to her slippery wet pussy. As I played with her, she took her mouth off of mine and sighed deeply, her hair tickling my neck and the side of my face. I continued to play with her, feeling her wetness as my fingers found their way inside her while my thumb strummed her tiny-yet-erect clit.

After a few minutes more, we decided that we had tempted arrest long enough, and headed back downstairs. Rather than returning to the party or thanking our hosts, we got out of there. At home, we took a hot, steamy shower in order to scrub all of our makeup off, then got into bed. Although no longer dressed as vampires, we paid special attention to each other’s necks that night.

-Jack

My Toy Box

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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

Porn and Pizza

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We were originally planning an entry on sex toys for yesterday or today, but Jill’s work schedule has made it impossible for her to write anything, and unfortunately she’ll probably be too busy through the end of the week to write anything beyond the briefest of entries. She’ll probably get around to it when her schedule allows, but in the meantime I figured I’d fill the void and write about something else, namely porn and pizza.

We held our first porn and pizza party in summer of 2006. We’d been talking about doing it for at least six months, half-joking, in whispered conversations with friends who, like us, watched porn and weren’t too “proper” to talk about it. I’d gotten the idea from a 2002 movie called Porn ‘n Chicken, based on a club at Yale University that would gather regularly to watch porn and eat Popeye’s Chicken. Since I like pizza better than I like chicken – and since the resulting change was alliterative and therefore catchier-sounding – I began talking about having a porn and pizza party.

At the first party, which we held at Jill’s place, we ordered a couple pizzas from a local restaurant we both liked, and served wine, beer and liquor in addition to soda and water. We watched a couple movies from our DVD collection, and sort of heckled the bad dialogue and plot contrivances, while no doubt wishing we were all tipsy enough to have a giant orgy. When the pizza was eaten and the movies were over, those still sober enough to drive left, while those who weren’t crashed in the guest room (and you know who you are).

Our second porn and pizza party took place in December of 2006. We tried to make it a Christmas-themed affair, but I was only able to find one holiday-related film to show; the other movies we planned to show were unrelated. However, keeping with the theme, we played ambient Christmas music at a low volume throughout the evening. Pizza and libations were more or less the same as they had been at the previous party, and once again we began by watching the movies, laughing at the incompetent acting and dialogue, eating pizza and killing a few bottles of wine.

By the time the pizza was eaten or put away, we had moved on to our second movie of the night. So focused was I on the on-screen happenings that I was the last to notice that it had grown quiet in the room, thanks to two of our guests putting on their own live-action porn film on the couch. Their display, which consisted of the wife giving oral sex to the husband, had everyone else’s attention, and after processing what was happening the rest of us quickly followed suit. After awhile, it was clear that the party had to move to its next logical stage, but no one knew how to start. Finally someone asked if they could use the guest bed. We all went to our own neutral corners, as it were, with Jill and I retreating to our room, and the other couple taking the couch. It was definitely the most fun Christmas party I can remember.

We held our third party in April of last year. Other than the Christmas music, it happened pretty much like the previous one: Porn on television, pizza, wine and beer, followed by head on the couch and sex in private. I would have loved to have had the nerve to suggest that we all stay in the living room, but I figured that if anyone else was into that idea, surely someone would have brought it up. Once we were in our room, going at it wantonly on the bed, the sounds – as well as the thoughts – of what our guests were doing elsewhere, proved an amazing turn-on, leading to what Jill said at the time was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. And me, too.

We hoped to have subsequent parties a bit more often, but our move out of the area (and renting Jill’s old place) meant getting together with our friends less often than we would like. The closest we’ve come was when we had one couple over for dinner and drinks this past New Year’s Eve. There was no pizza, and no plans for porn until the other husband suggested it. We watched a movie until about five minutes to midnight, when we switched it to one of the local stations so we could watch the countdown to the New Year. We planned to put the movie back on, and hopefully have some same-room oral sex at the very least, but by the time we were through watching whichever flavor-of-the-week band was performing on delay from New York, our guests were exhausted and went to bed. It was, very likely, the end of a (short-lived) era.

On the rare occasion that another porn and pizza party is brought up, it’s back to being spoken of in a whispered, half-joking manner. Nonetheless, these get-togethers were exhilarating and fun, and help reinforce the notion that having sex in the next room can be just as hot as doing it in the very same room.

-Jack

A Quick Entry, But Not About a Quickie

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The last time we had sex was Tuesday night. We planned to have sex Monday, but at a fantastic dinner with Vincent and Mia that night, Jill had a little too much to drink. Although she sobered up fairly quick once we got home, she had a pretty bad migraine and we were both tired. So we decided to have sex Tuesday in order to make up for it, especially given that Jill’s schedule for the rest of the week might make sex difficult.

When I got home from work on Tuesday, I sent her an e-mail explaining in detail what I planned to do with her when she got home, and what I wanted her to do with me. Before she left work for the day she replied to my e-mail, leaving no question that she was as ready as I was.

I lit a couple votive candles and placed them on our nightstands. Then I turned on the bathtub faucet, and while it was filling I found a tub of bath salts Jill likes and sprinkled some into the
bath water.

As the bathtub filled, I went out into the living room and opened the blinds to await Jill’s arrival. As I saw her car pull into the driveway, I became aroused in anticipation of what was to come. I met her at the door and kissed her, and as soon as she set her purse down I took her hand and led her down the hall.

We paused in the bathroom doorway. The bathtub was almost completely filled, and very exciting. I undressed her, and she climbed into the tub. After a moment, she asked if I was going to join her. I politely declined, deflecting her words of disappointment by explaining that the bath was all for her. Besides, our tub isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate both of us without displacing half of the water.

I stood nearby as she relaxed in the bath, and we talked about her day at work, and mine. She enjoyed a nice, long bath, then she got out and I dried her off, and it was off to the bedroom.

It was nice to make love, for a change. And I’m a guy who rarely, if ever, uses the expression “make love” to describe sex.

-Jack

Women On Top

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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

Tales From the Bookshelf

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I thought about doing another entry along the lines of Jill’s “What I’m Reading…” entry from last month. The problem is that I’m not reading anything at the moment, and I didn’t want to start reading something just for the sake of another entry, as that would probably come off as forced. Also, Jill’s not reading anything at the moment that would be suitable to talk about in a sex blog. Standing before our previously-mentioned sex bookshelf in the hopes of getting the perfect idea for today’s entry, I had a momentary flash of brilliance. It doesn’t happen too often.

The book that inspired this flash of brilliance is “The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks”, by Jen Sincero.We picked this book up a couple years ago, more or less as a joke. We were on a week-long road trip, and happened to stop at a used book store. Although Jill’s never been with another woman, it’s a fantasy we both enjoy very much. It was a couple bucks, and at the very least we hoped it would add some variety and depth to our fantasy.

On the long drive home, Jill finished the book she was reading and moved on to our new book. She began reading silently, but after a few minutes she started reading aloud so that I could enjoy the book too. She began with chapter two, entitled, “The Super-Huge Importance of Sticking Your Hand Down Your Pants.” Before long she was on chapter five, entitled, “Oh My God, She Wants Me to Eat Her Pussy!” We had hours before we would be home, and while I couldn’t think of a better way to stay awake than listening to Jill reading the author’s thoughts on girl-on-girl mutual masturbation and cunnilingus, and describing the accompanying pictures (which consisted of naked Barbie dolls demonstrating various positions), my mind was focused on getting home and indulging in the kind of raw, unrestrained sex two people have when they’ve been locked in a car for most of an entire day.

Chapter seven was “And Boy Makes Three!” I’d been aroused, if not erect, the whole time Jill had been reading to me. There were still four or five hours before I could realistically get some relief. Jill, on the other hand, had already come a couple times. Before she was done with chapter two, she’d begun rubbing her thighs through her jeans, kneading herself vigorously with the palm of her hand while she read. At the start of chapter four, “Gettin’ Some 101”, she decided it was pointless to try and wait til we got home, and had opened her jeans, working her free hand into the waistband of her panties and softly caressing herself. Before the end of that chapter, her jeans were down around her feet and she was playing with her very wet pussy as though without the slightest concern for who might observe in a passing car. For awhile she tried to maintain an some semblance of decency and modesty by keeping her panties on, but she gave up on this before she’d gotten through the next chapter.

I was glad that we were on a long, straight stretch of highway as I glanced at Jill in the passenger seat. She was trying to work her panties down while still seated. Once they had made it past her ass and to mid-thigh, it was much easier and she breathlessly pulled them down to her feet, then stepped out of them and her jeans. She put one foot up on the dashboard and then she really got to work. I found it difficult to maintain my focus on the road ahead of me while Jill was stroking her clit with absolute determination in the seat next to me. The sounds her lips made as she played with them, the smell of her body, the words she was reading, all made me wish it wasn’t completely foolhardy to find a rest stop and satisfy both of us. Instead I continued on, hoping my prolonged hard-on wouldn’t make me lightheaded. In minutes she set the book down on the seat and enjoyed a hard-earned orgasm.

She continued reading, and playing, until she had finished the book. When she had her last orgasm, I was so caught up in what she was doing that I missed our turn-off and had to exit. At the foot of the exit was a small town. I pulled into a parking lot in order to turn around and get back on the highway. For the briefest instant, I considered throwing caution to the wind and taking Jill into the back seat. If there was a part of me that would have really considered it, the sight of a police car parked in the lot convinced me it was a bad idea.

That night, as we lay in bed, I finally got my long-awaited relief. As I enjoyed the feel of Jill’s body, I couldn’t help but entertain the hope that the new book might lead to wonderful new adventures.