The theme this week was “No humans”. Per Molly, the assignment was to create a sexy or suggestive image without using the human form. I considered capturing two animals fucking, but apparently they won’t do it on command. So how about a sexy still life instead?
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Flesh and Fantasy
Jack’s Answers
1.) What was your biggest fantasy once you discovered sexy things?
Without a doubt, my biggest fantasy has always having two (or more) women at once. It’s something of which I became aware relatively early in my sexual development, and which I always found appealing. As I have stated elsewhere on this blog, just about everything I’ve done over the course of my life, every decision I’ve made, I’ve done so with the thought of making this fantasy a reality at the forefront of my mind. “Studying a particular discipline? Choosing an apartment? Picking out a tie? Yes, every one of these decisions and countless others were made with the thought of pleasing two woman at once, and of course being pleased by them as well.” You can read more about the unlikely source of this fantasy at this link.
2.) Did you get to do said fantasy, and if so would you do it again?
I did achieve said fantasy, though I’m almost sorry to say that it didn’t happen until I was well into my thirties. I would definitely do it again, and in fact I have. Many times.
3.) Was it as good as imagined?
The first time it was better than imagined, and that’s saying a hell of a lot because it was a fantasy I’d been entertaining for more than twenty years. But our third was a very close friend, one I’d known for years and to whom I’d long been attracted. She was completely respectful of Jill’s boundaries – because I have none – and said and did everything exactly right to ensure my wife’s comfort. I don’t think I even fucked her that first time, and that was okay. In the wake of this experience, nothing really changed within our friendship; though playing together seemingly brought the three of us closer, it didn’t get weird, and even though it’s been awhile since we’ve had a threesome with her, we love hanging out in groups and knowing we’ve got this secret about which no one else knows.
4.) Describe said fantasy.
Let’s see. Me and two other women. Doesn’t matter who. Clothes being taken off. Huge empty bed suddenly taken up by the two women, whom I pleasure with hands and mouth for as long as they can stand it (or alternately one woman lies on the bed while the other woman and myself pleasure her, and then they switch). Eventually I get on the bed and they pleasure me. At some point penetrative sex occurs; ideally at one point one of the women would straddle my face while the other rides me. As it’s a fantasy I entertained for many years, there were variations as I learned more about the ins and outs (so to speak) of sex. Additionally, the location changed occasionally. As a child, I thought you had to have sex in a bed. Still, the fundamentals – making out, manual and oral sex, penetrative sex, etc. – were pretty consistent.
5.) What is your biggest fantasy now?
Honestly, probably just to meet and have sex with a bunch of our fellow bloggers and the friends we’ve made on Twitter. Like, one per month, say. That would be nice.
Bonus: Something you would NEVER do.
This is a hard question to answer, as never is pretty limiting, isn’t it? There are things I’ve done that I thought I’d never do but eventually did, including a threesome with another man. When I was younger and more insecure, that squicked me because I didn’t like the idea of sharing my partner in that fashion, nor was I necessarily comfortable being in a sexual situation in which another man was involved. The thought of the other guy being better than me, having a bigger cock than I have, or perhaps threatening my relationship, was difficult to accept. But as I’ve grown older and more secure in myself I realized it was something I could handle, and handle it I have. Though we aren’t regular practitioners of BDSM, there are certain aspects that we enjoy, and yet I can’t see myself ever trying breath play. For myself, and certainly for Jill, that’s a hard limit right now. And currently I’m not into the idea of having sex with another man; it doesn’t do anything for me, nor does it excite my wife. And I’ve given the matter some thought! I’m not just dismissing it reflexively as some men are wont to do. Still, I can’t say never to these things because who the fuck knows how I’ll feel in a year? I am relatively confident, however, that I’ll never be interested in coprophila, nor any sexual activity that involves minors or others unable or unwilling to give consent. I’m pretty sure that will never happen.
Jill’s Answers
1.) What was your biggest fantasy once you discovered sexy things?
Do I have to pick just one? Because in my formative years the two fantasies that turned me on the most were having sex in public, and having sex with two guys at once. Though I really do enjoy having sex with women, it’s more of a recent desire. Public sex somehow seemed more normal given my values and upbringing. I felt like if I was caught having sex in a public place it might embarrass my parents, but at least I was only having sex with one guy. Plus, it really satisfied my exhibitionist nature. However, the thought of having sex with two guys at once was much more taboo, and that made it so much hotter.
2.) Did you get to do said fantasy, and if so would you do it again?
Yes to both! I would definitely do either one again, though regarding public sex I am a bit more mindful of the thought of being caught and what it might do to my career. Still, yes. I totally would.
3.) Was it as good as imagined?
The first time I had sex in public, it was so exhilarating! A fuck buddy and I had gone out for a late-night walk and ended up at a local park. We went up on the play structure where we made out. We slowly sank down to the floor, and he hiked up my skirt, spread my legs, and began to finger my pussy which was by now soaking wet. He brought me right to the edge, then slowed down and slid my saturated panties off. Then he went down on me, and his lips and amazingly skilled tongue drove me to climax more than a few times in rapid succession. I moaned his name, my juices dripping down my thighs and my ass. He pulled me up to my feet and I helped him take out his cock. I would have liked to have sucked it, but at that point all either of us wanted was to fuck. He pushed me up against the railing and I put my leg up, and he fucked me hard. I stared out at the night, enjoying his strong hands on my hips, and the feel of being so full, but part of me really wanted a crowd to gather at the edge of the park, or even right below the play structure. It was really late, so I knew it wasn’t going to happen, but the thought turned me on. Eventually he lay me back down and got on top of me. I clasped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his shoulders, urging him deeper. It didn’t take him long to come. So hot! As for the threesome, it was very good, and every bit as exciting as I hoped. It just didn’t go on for as long as I would have liked.
4.) Describe said fantasy.
My sex-in-public fantasy involved me having sex in any public or semi-public place. It might have been in a storefront window, on a park bench, or the middle of class. In other words, it wasn’t behind closed doors or otherwise completely private. Usually I was having sex in full view of onlookers or at least passersby. At the very least, there had to be the possibility of being observed. But any observers were always excited by the sight. I wasn’t, and still am not, turned on by the thought of offending anyone. Ideally as the crowd watched they got turned on enough to masturbate, or have sex with a partner. As for my threesome fantasy, I just liked the thought of having two men to make out with. Two mouths and four hands all over my body. And while I was really into the idea of receiving so much pleasure, I knew that having sex with two men would really allow me to explore my submissive side. I liked the thought of getting on my knees and sucking both cocks, either one at a time or both at once, and I really loved imagining one man fucking me doggy style while the other grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth.
5.) What is your biggest fantasy now?
As with my first answer, I can’t exactly narrow it down to one. I have a few male friends who I’d really like to have sex with. I describe three of them in this post, though there are more than just three. I enjoy fantasizing about these men because, like Jack, I really like variety, and it is unlikely that any of these guys’ wives would give them permission to sleep with me. However, there are a couple single guys among my fantasy pool. As for another fantasy, the last few years I find myself more and more turned on by the thought of double penetration. Before that, it was a pretty much nonexistent aspect of my threesome fantasies, in part because it somehow seemed too dirty – they only do that in porn films, right? – and later because of a bad experience with anal sex. I find it so hot to imagine both men filling me at the same time, their cocks alternating pistons moving in and out, one in my pussy and one in my ass. Although I can’t imagine being able to pull this off logistically, the thought of all three of us coming at the same time has me so turned on right now that I need to change my panties.
Bonus: Something you would NEVER do.
Cheat.
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I’m actually not putting it on; I’m taking it off. I don’t sleep with clothes on. Sorry if the title of this post was misleading.
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There are several unique and weird holidays that take place all over the world. This TMI Tuesday is about the month of April’s special observances. What’s Up April? …
Jack’s Answers
1. April 1 is April Fool’s Day (All Fools Day), a Western tradition of pulling pranks and hoaxes.
– Did you play any April Fool’s jokes on someone?
– Were you the victim of an April’s Fool prank this year?
– What is the best April Fool’s hoax you’ve ever pulled?
The answer to the first two questions is no. In my younger days I would frequently play some sort of minor, inconsequential April Fool’s joke, though I eventually grew up and found the practice somewhat annoying. My mother never got the memo, however, because up until this year she would regularly call me with some dire bit of news and, when I was fully on the hook, she’d remind me that it was April Fool’s Day. She’d pretty much always get me. This year, I was ready for her tricks, but one never came. As for the best April Fool’s hoax – probably more of a joke if I’m being honest – I’ve ever pulled, I once called my mom while on a spring break road trip to Vegas, and told her that I was in jail. I’m pretty sure she fell for it, though this was about fifteen years ago. For all I remember she didn’t.
2. What is your favorite unusual or non-traditional holiday to observe?
My birthday, obviously. It’s not a traditional holiday – you probably don’t even get the day off for it, and if not, shame on your employer/institution of higher learning – but it’s damn special to me.
3. Do you observe any unique local or family tradition holidays? Briefly tell us about this holiday.
I’d love to write at length about an arcane custom my ancestors created and passed down from generation to generation, and which I too will pass down to my descendants. Perhaps there is some unique manner of cultural music or dance that my people perfected, or an annual celebration or culinary tradition. While my countrymen and women have their own cuisine, I doubt I would call it unique. At any rate, however, there is no unique holiday we celebrate. We celebrate pretty much all the usual ones.
4. April is National Poetry Month. Share your favorite poem with TMI Tuesday or write a poem and share.
“Longmobile”, by Shel Silverstein
It’s the world’s longest car, I swear.
It reaches from Beale Street to Washington Square.
And once you get in it
To go where you’re going,
You simply get out, ’cause you’re there.
5. This month is also Stress Awareness Month. What stresses you on a daily basis?
Commuter traffic as I’m driving my daughter to school. Having to be “on” socially as the other parents and I wait for the teachers to admit the students into class, and again as we wait for school to be dismissed. A sex drive that can seemingly never be completely satisfied. Financial difficulties of the sort most families face. Living in a too-small space that may meet the needs of my family but fails to meet the wants. And perhaps most importantly, the knowledge that I have a great life and probably shouldn’t be stressed out about any of this.
6. April is National Humor Month. Name 3 stand-up comics or comedic actors who make you laugh?
Bill Hicks. Patton Oswalt. Louis CK. Dwayne Kennedy. Margaret Cho. Eddie Murphy. Garfunkel and Oates. David Cross. Chris Rock. Greg Giraldo. George Carlin. Kristen Schaal. Pablo Francisco. Brian Regan. Mitch Hedberg. Tig Notaro. Richard Jeni. Robin Williams. Comedians I don’t like? Larry the Cable Guy. Andy Dick. Sam Kinison. Judy Tenuta. Bill Cosby. Sorry Bill. In the space of a few months your entire comedic legacy has been almost completely overshadowed, and it makes me sad. And I feel like I need to mention Jerry Seinfeld as well; while I love his eponymous 1990s television series, removed from that I have almost no interest.
7. April 22 is National Jelly Bean Day in the United States, however, it can and should be celebrated all over the world. How will you celebrate Jelly Bean Day?
I’d say by touring the Jelly Belly Factory here in Northern California, but the 22nd is a Wednesday and I don’t see myself driving across two bridges on a weekday; and also, as the tour guides are known to explain to guests, the world-famous Jelly Belly is not actually a jelly bean.
Bonus: The flower for the month of April is the Daisy. How or what do you feel about daisies?
Daisy Dukes? As a confirmed leg-and-ass man, I approve wholeheartedly.
Jill’s Answers
1. April 1 is April Fool’s Day (All Fools Day), a Western tradition of pulling pranks and hoaxes.
– Did you play any April Fool’s jokes on someone?
– Were you the victim of an April’s Fool prank this year?
– What is the best April Fool’s hoax you’ve ever pulled?
I did not play any jokes, nor were any played on me. I’m not really into practical jokes, actually. I don’t like to be made fun of or laughed at, and I am not especially crazy about doing that to others. I don’t see the value of telling someone something untrue that will probably provoke a strong emotional reaction, then explaining that you made it all up for the sake of some silly tradition. For the couple seconds that the person believed the lie, they may have been pretty scared. No thanks.
2. What is your favorite unusual or non-traditional holiday to observe?
Teacher Appreciation Week. This year it’s celebrated the week of May 4th. I usually get all sorts of gifts from the students in my class. The Parent-Teacher Association prepares a lunch for us, and do our yard duty all week so we don’t have to. It’s a minor celebration at best, but when you consider how woefully underpaid the average American public school teacher is, it’s a nice little bone-throw.
3. Do you observe any unique local or family tradition holidays? Briefly tell us about this holiday.
My family is fond of watching football and drinking, so let’s just say that we celebrate Sunday.
4. April is National Poetry Month. Share your favorite poem with TMI Tuesday or write a poem and share.
“Sick”, by Shel SIlverstein
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay,
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is—Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
5. This month is also Stress Awareness Month. What stresses you on a daily basis?
Getting everything done that needs to get done. Work, dinner, house-cleaning, sex, sleep, parenting: It never ends.
6. April is National Humor Month. Name 3 stand-up comics or comedic actors who make you laugh?
Patton Oswalt, Brian Regan, and David Cross. They’re my top three.
7. April 22 is National Jelly Bean Day in the United States, however, it can and should be celebrated all over the world. How will you celebrate Jelly Bean Day?
I’m going to buy enough Jelly Bellys to fill a bathtub and take a bath in them.
[Editor’s Note: Jelly Bellys technically aren’t jelly beans.]
[Rebuttal: Okay, I’ll do it with gummy worms instead.]
Bonus: The flower for the month of April is the Daisy. How or what do you feel about daisies?
Gerbera daisies are one of my favorite flowers, but regular daisies I don’t like very much.
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Clothes make the man (or woman)
(Note that we are writing this at 11:00 PM after being in a car for the majority of the last eighteen hours. Therefore our answers this week may be more succinct, disjointed, or even nonsensical than you’re used to, and we’ve elected to skip the pictures and captions.)
Jack’s Answers
1. What is the first garment that you remember?
A blue leisure suit with a ridiculous butterfly collar. My mother dressed me in this outfit for my first birthday party, which will probably give you a sense of how old I am. Actually I don’t remember this garment, but I’ve seen it in enough pictures to feel like I do.
2. What was your first favorite garment?
Presumably a diaper, because it kept my accidents from turning into disasters.
3. What is your favorite garment now?
My ExOfficio boxer briefs, specifically my black pair. (I have two others that are gray.) This is the most comfortable garment I own, and as a bonus I look very sexy in them (and out of them).
4. What garment, of yours, is a favorite of your lover’s and they like for you to wear?
Probably one of my short-sleeved button-up shirts. Jill enjoys slowly and deliberately unbuttoning them and taking them off of me before sex.
5. What garment do you like your lover to wear for you?
A particularly sexy pink and black piece of lingerie that has been featured in many photos here on the blog.
6. What do you think makes a sexy outfit for a woman?
Hard to say. A suitably confident woman can look sexy in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
7. What makes a sexy outfit for a man?
I want to give an answer similar to my answer to #6, but I just can’t. If you ever see me wearing sweatpants feel free to assume that I’ve given up on life and shame me for it.
8. Do you like to see women in tight clothing?
Not really. I mean, no moreso than in loose or average-fitting clothing, but the fact is it doesn’t necessarily do anything for me. I’d rather see a woman wearing clothes that don’t immediately make me think, “Wow, I hope she’s not in severe pain.”
9. Do you like to see men in tight clothing?
Not really.
10. What kind of bathing suit do you wear?
Bathing suit?
11. What kind of bathing suit do you find most flattering to a woman?
None. Or, you know, whatever she likes. Doesn’t really matter to me as long as she likes wearing it.
12. What kind of bathing suit do you find most flattering to a man?
A banana hammock, naturally. Can I go to sleep now? I’m exhausted.
Bonus: Your opinion of yoga pants?
They make your ass look hot.
Jill’s Answers
1. What is the first garment that you remember?
A dress that I had when I was about two. It had a Peter Pan collar and it was blue and red plaid with some black in it. It reached my knees. I tried to wear it every day.
2. What was your first favorite garment?
The dress I described in my answer to question #1. Although I wanted to wear it every day, my mother decided I should wear it no more than three times a week. By the time I finally gave it up it was pretty much a miniskirt.
3. What is your favorite garment now?
Probably my button-up chiffon shirt. It’s comfortable, it’s flattering, and it’s versatile. It can be dressy or casual depending on what it’s paired with.
4. What garment, of yours, is a favorite of your lover’s and they like for you to wear?
You’d have to ask him. My guess would be some sort of negligee. [Editor’s note: It’s your black and pink lingerie.]
5. What garment do you like your lover to wear for you?
I love it when he wears silky button-up shirts, preferably this blue one that’s really soft to the touch.
6. What do you think makes a sexy outfit for a woman?
Anything that makes her feel comfortable and confident.
7. What makes a sexy outfit for a man?
Tight jeans and a T-shirt, or a suit. Or, I suppose, anything that makes his feel comfortable and confident. I’m just partial toward the garments I mentioned.
8. Do you like to see women in tight clothing?
I love women’s breasts and asses, so if the tight clothes accentuate these parts of a woman’s body without making them look like uncomfortable or like their circulation is being cut off, then yes.
9. Do you like to see men in tight clothing?
See my answer to #7. If you need me to elaborate, I love men’s shoulders, backs, and asses, so any tight clothing that accentuates these parts of a man’s body is aesthetically-pleasing to me.
10. What kind of bathing suit do you wear?
Either a one-piece or a tankini depending on my mood and the circumstances. If I’m doing water aerobics, definitely a one-piece because the tankini top tends to fly up.
11. What kind of bathing suit do you find most flattering to a woman?
I feel like a bathing suit is fairly personal and potentially revealing, so when a woman chooses one presumably it’s one that suits her body. Thus I feel that whatever they’re wearing is the most flattering because, again, it makes them comfortable and confident. Whatever a woman feels makes them look best, even if others don’t agree, is going to be flattering because of how it affects her attitude.
12. What kind of bathing suit do you find most flattering to a man?
I personally prefer board shorts or a similar pair of swimming trunks. I’m not into Speedos, even if the guy has a nice ass and cock. I just don’t find that kind of thing flattering. That’s also probably why I prefer boxers or boxer briefs to tightie-whities. It’s just not what I’m into.
Bonus: Your opinion of yoga pants?
I love them. They’re comfortable, they accentuate my ass and the asses of the women I see wearing them, and they’re versatile. I love to work out in them, I love to relax in them, and when I can’t be naked I like to sleep in them.
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“So”, she asked as we lay there basking in afterglow, “do I get to be in your blog?”
Lazily I caressed her breasts as a breeze blew in through the screen door. The air chilled our sweaty bodies. “Do you want to be?”
I was aware of the pointlessness of my question almost before it left my mouth. Of course she did. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have asked. Even as she said so, it occurred to me that I had much to say about her. After all, I had just gotten through writing a five-part story about an old friend who probably never was a friend at all. I could definitely write a blog post about a new one who has already proven herself more than just a friend.
“What should I call you?” I asked as she leaned back against my wife. Jill ran her hand along our guest’s bare hip and gently kissed her neck. She shrugged off the idea of my needing to protect her anonymity, but just in case I’ll refer to her here as Scarlet.
It was probably back in January when we first crossed paths on Twitter. That’s right, Twitter. Not some local kink event, not some play party in San Francisco, not OK Cupid or some other dating website. I’m not sure exactly how I found her, though she likely showed up in my Who to Follow panel. According to her username she was local, and there are definitely not enough local women amongst my Twitter followers. Visiting most of the friends we’ve made on Twitter would require a cross-country flight, if not an overseas one. It’s hard getting to know someone, finding out you have interests in common, realizing that you’d like to have sex with them, and then coming to grips with the likelihood that you’ll probably never meet.
I followed Scarlet immediately, feeling a twinge of nervousness as I did. Her profile picture was hot, and it occurred to me that this was the first time I’ve followed someone specifically because she was local, and for that matter fuckable. She followed me back and we tweeted each other a few times. She was young and seemed like a fun person.
It was February when she messaged me to say that she’d be open to fooling around, either with just me, or with both Jill and I if that was more to our liking. I found her forwardness a turn-on; she obviously found me attractive and had no problem coming right out and saying so. I also appreciated her cautious respect for our boundaries, and I told her that while I would definitely be down to play with her, Jill would likely need to be present, definitely the first time we got together and probably during subsequent meetings as well. Which is not to say that I’d ruled out the possibility of playing separately at some point in the future.
Of late I’ve slowed down when it comes to playing with others without Jill present. Although I never really did it all that often, I suspect that Jill allowed it begrudgingly; our non-monogamy was always intended to further our own sexual relationship, i.e. it was something we initially planned to do together. And while I always – and I mean always – made sure never to leave her feeling neglected physically or emotionally in the wake of such an encounter, I know that it still bothered her at times. I may have done everything I could to ensure that her needs were always taken care of, but that didn’t change the fact that playing separately really isn’t her thing.
Over time, Scarlet told me that she was a waitress at a trendy restaurant, one that I’d recently heard about and wanted to try, if only for their substantial list of beers on tap. On a random Saturday afternoon while Jill and our daughter were out with Jill’s sisters and our nieces, a friend and I decided to check the place out. From her Twitter feed I determined that she wasn’t working that day; while I wanted to meet her I didn’t necessarily want to do so under those circumstances. My friend knows I have an eye for the ladies, but it probably wouldn’t do to meet someone I plan to fuck with him present. Anyway, I didn’t want to show up unannounced like a common stalker.
After leaving the restaurant I let her know that I’d been there and that I dug the place. I told her I’d definitely be back. That night, once she’d begun her shift, she messaged me to ask if I had come back, as someone called her name and she thought from the look of the person that it might have been me. I reminded her that I didn’t yet know her name, and that while I was in fact not there right at the moment, I’d certainly let her know the next time that I was.
From that point, our online flirting intensified; it wasn’t uncommon for us to trade flirty or downright dirty messages, and the occasional photo was shared as well. I wanted to meet her and, yes, fool around with her. Even better, Jill was on board too. Scarlet told me that she still lived with her parents, so we’d have to get together at our place, or at a hotel. Beyond that, there was the issue of our daughter. At five years old, she is now more aware and vocal than she’s ever been before. Gone are the days when we could have a threesome while she was asleep in her room. When she was two years old we could have risked it; if she happened to stumble into our bedroom half asleep and see three naked people tangled up on the bed it was no harm and no foul because she wouldn’t understand what she was seeing, nor would she be able to remember or rat us out. Now though? No chance.
Fortuitously, our daughter’s spring break coincided with the week before Easter, and we’d shipped her up to her grandparents’ house for a few days. We made plans to meet with Scarlet on Monday evening at a beer-and-wine bar near our home which Jill and I both like. It seemed appropriate as our new friend is something of a connoisseur of craft beer. It seemed to be a recurring theme of our budding friendship; her restaurant recently made a well-known website’s list of the best bars in the area, her tweets frequently reference beer, and it’s not unusual for me to message her while I’m drinking. Additionally, in the early days of our relationship, Jill and I bonded over our mutual love of Guinness. We like beer.
Before we left the house, Jill had two drinks. She was nervous, as she always is when we play with another woman. She knows things will be fine. She knows she’s going to have a great time. She knows I’m not going to cross any boundaries or push her out of her comfort zone. But she needs the alcohol to help her relax because this isn’t something she’s thought about for most of her adult life the way it is for me.
It was around 6:30 when we arrived at the bar. The place gets crowded on Friday and Saturday nights, but on this particular Monday evening it was all but deserted. Scarlet arrived not long after; her drive was much farther than our own. Over the course of two rounds of beers, we made small talk and got to know each other. I noticed how at ease Jill seemed, and while it was easy to credit the alcohol in her system I could tell that the easy rapport she’d already formed with Scarlet had more to do with it. It was like they’d known each other a long time, or at the very least like she wasn’t a nervous kindergarten teacher who was at the bar for the express purpose of vetting a potential sex partner.
A few days earlier, I’d suggested to Jill that we devise a signal or a code that she and I could use privately to let the other know that we are or are not okay with bringing our new friend home with us. I always suggest this before threesomes, but we never end up coming up with something. I’m all about being straightforward and honest, and while I know Jill is also, I also know that this isn’t the most natural thing for some people, her included. Plus, rejection sucks. Telling someone that she’s just not our type can be taken offensively, so I always suggest inventing a simple signal or code phrase.
That is not to say that Scarlet wasn’t our type. Far from it. I’ve established that I found her physically attractive from her Twitter profile picture and the photos she’s shared. In person, however, we were both very taken by her. She was so much Jill’s type, in fact, that when my wife finished her second beer and decided she was done being at the bar, she simply asked Scarlet if she’d like to follow us back to our place.
We were barely through our bedroom doorway when the three of us came together, mouths trading hungry kisses, hands traversing bodies and removing clothing. As each article quickly dropped to the floor we moved ever closer to the bed. Jill set down our Liberator Throe, and I quickly got to work pleasuring our guest, first with my fingers, and then with my mouth, and then with both. I enjoyed the feel of her body, the soft smoothness, the responsiveness. I loved how wet she got. The sounds she made as her arousal built, and her moans as she came, were all so exciting.
That’s what I enjoy about non-monogamy: The variety. Every woman is different in countless ways, from shape and size to physical and facial features, to the sounds they make. And let’s not forget smell and taste. And Scarlet tasted great.
She identified as submissive and very eager to please, something she proved while taking turns going down on me with Jill. The way our eyes locked as she looked up at me and I looked down at her was a huge turn-on for this primarily dominant guy. She has these beautiful, expressive hazel eyes that I loved gazing into as she worked on me. Her lips swallowed me whole, her expression seeming to tacitly seek approval she already knew she had. Still, I was restrained. Though she later told me that she liked it rough and wouldn’t mind if I was a bit more forceful the next time we meet – “hair pulling, spanking, slapping, being dominated, titty slapping, biting, etc.” – she understood why I hadn’t trotted out any of these moves the first time out.
After almost an hour of playing, kissing, and touching both of them, Jill finally said that I needed to fuck her so that I could fuck Scarlet next. Remember what I said about forwardness being a turn-on? Needless to say I accommodated her, bringing her to another orgasm with cock and fingers working in concert. Afterwards I fucked Scarlet in missionary position and doggy style while Jill watched and played with her pussy. She’s come a long way from being unsure whether she’d be okay with me having penetrative sex with another woman in the missionary position because the intimacy of face-to-face positions might have been a threat to her. Actually, she’s come a long way from being unsure whether she’d be okay with me having penetrative sex with another woman, period. She may sometimes have problems with me doing things without her present, but when she is present she’s probably more compersive than anyone I know.
At one point as I felt my orgasm nearing I asked Scarlet where she’d like my cum. One of Jill’s few rules for threesomes and solo play is that I can’t cum inside the other woman even when I’ve got a condom on. This is because a condom can break, and the last thing we need is to explain to our daughter why she suddenly has a half-sibling, and why she can’t have a lavish birthday party this year because Daddy has to pay child support.
Her three-word reply nearly set me off right then and there: “Down my throat.” She said it with a very matter-of-fact enthusiasm, her big, inviting eyes almost pleading for my cum. That I didn’t erupt at that very moment was evidence of my tendency to hold back my orgasm in group situations more than anything else. It took me awhile, but eventually I fulfilled her request. She swallowed voraciously, heartily, the submissive smile on her lips telling me that she derived more pleasure from the act than I did, if that was even possible.
The three of us lay there awhile, talking just as we’d done back at the bar. However, our conversation had become much more sexual. We talked about the parts of the evening we each enjoyed the most, things we might try on a subsequent meeting, and yes, Scarlet’s request that our threesome be immortalized here, in our blog.
I toyed with the idea of inviting my two bedmates into a warm shower and soaping up. I love taking a shower after sex with a new partner; it’s such a gesture of intimacy to clean somebody off after you’ve experienced them in this way, and the close quarters is very conducive to kissing and caressing, if not more. Also, I’d spent the better part of the afternoon scrubbing down the fixtures, the tile, and the grout so it would have been nice if our guest got to see what an impeccable job I’d done. In the end, however, the allure of remaining in bed proved too strong, and we all stayed there until it was time for her to leave.
We walked Scarlet to her car, albeit reluctantly. We stood in the dark, quiet street, the only illumination coming from a street lamp down the block, and each kissed her good night before she drove off. Back inside the house, Jill and I took a shower.
“You did a nice job on the fixtures,” she said as I soaped her up.
I left the bathroom door unlocked, but you never came in.
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Part 5: Implosion
(You may be looking for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Part 4)
I. Dinner and Drinks Followed by Manipulative Bullshit, Or: Oh No She Din-NIT
That night we went out for dinner and drinks. The first stop on our itinerary following dinner, as chosen by Joan and Danny, was a cocktail bar. Jill and I had never been, and we appreciated the comprehensive drinks menu, the table service, and the speakeasy-like atmosphere. From there, we walked up to a beer-and-wine bar that’s a favorite of Jill and myself. Though the lateness of the hour on a Friday night ensured that the place would be packed, we were able to snag a table and held court there while we drank.
Our third stop was a recently-opened lounge-type bar that Joan was eager to check out despite my warnings that it had sucked in its previous two iterations; I felt vindicated when she admitted that I was right. Nothing against twentysomething douchebags slathered in Axe Body Spray and desperation, but it wasn’t my scene when I was in my twenties, and less so now that I’m quickly approaching forty. We finished our night at a longtime favorite pub featuring live music and cheap beer, one that Jill and I both recalled being far busier on a weekend night than it happened to be.
Jill and I got home after two o’clock in the morning, tired but happy. The night had been a lot of fun, and interactions between Joan and I weren’t awkward at all. It felt like we were friends. She even hugged me hello when she and Danny walked into the restaurant, something I don’t recall her ever doing before. I’m sure she must have hugged me at least once, perhaps at my grandmother’s funeral some fifteen years ago. It’s certainly possible, anyway.
The next day, however, she texted me to say that she would have liked it if I’d subtly grabbed her ass or touched her thigh at specific points during the previous night. And I wouldn’t have disliked that myself, though I’m not one to guess whether a woman wants to be manhandled without being explicitly told beforehand. If her spouse is present and has made no indication that he’s okay with that sort of thing, I’m going to err on the side of caution and keep my hands to myself. That’s something else that can get you killed.
A couple days later, after another frank sexual discussion/dirty talk session, Joan said she felt we should slow things down. I was relieved, actually, and I agreed with her without betraying the relief I actually felt. At that point she backpedaled and said that she was worried that if we did stop or slow down it would be worse for me because of the unrequited feelings I’ve been carrying for her for so many years. She claimed that she didn’t want to fuck with my head, though I absolved her and said perhaps it was the best thing for our friendship. At this point I was just looking for an end to the conversation. I don’t know whether she was trying to provoke me to anger or hurt feelings, but I wasn’t about to let it happen.
So instead she made a hard-right turn and said that she wasn’t down with my “lifestyle” and didn’t think she could be the friend I want or need. I didn’t have any idea what her lifestyle comment may have referred to; I recall that some years back while we were all having dinner together she and Danny asked if Jill and I had ever had a threesome. The question came more or less out of nowhere, and was posed in such a way that they were guessing more than they were asking. We didn’t admit that we had, but we didn’t exactly deny it. This is, as far as I can remember, the one time Joan’s questioning has ventured into the realm of non-monogamy. That’s the only thing I can think of, because she doesn’t really know anything about our extracurricular activities beyond the fact that we might – or might not – have had a threesome once upon a time.
On the other hand, perhaps she was referring to my tendency to share everything with Jill, or at least my refusal to sneak around behind her back. Or maybe it was something else altogether. Either way, there was something about my lifestyle with which she took offense. She made a vague reference to our daughter finding out, as though trying to show me a drawback to said lifestyle that perhaps had thusfar eluded me. I was surprised and disappointed by her judgment of me, though I didn’t ask her to elaborate. Instead I excused myself from the conversation and muted her messages again. When curiosity got the better of me a couple days later I checked to see if she’d written back. She had: “Are you thinking about me?”
II. Wherein I Turn the Whole Thing Into an Indictment of Monogamy, As I Often Do
Few things turn me off faster than a woman who is stupid enough to believe that I’d be willing to sneak around behind my wife’s back, especially when I’ve already told her that Jill and I have no secrets. This isn’t the first time such a thing has happened, and I assume it won’t be the last. Shortly before our daughter was born a female acquaintance to whom I’d long been attracted began sending me suggestive texts and sexy (often naked) photos. It was very clear that she was sneaking around behind her significant other’s back and that she assumed I was doing the same. Needless to say, I told Jill right away, and at the same time my respect for this person – and, gradually, my attraction for her as well – plummeted. She was no longer interesting to me, but I kept it going for awhile because I enjoyed seeing her naked right up until the implied disrespect for my wife got to be too much and I no longer did.
I felt stupid for fighting for my friendship with Joan that day at lunch. Maybe I was right to want to let it go the week before. The impression that I got from her was that she felt that sneaking around behind your spouse’s back is totally acceptable – cheating is an American tradition! – but communicating openly? Compersion? She must see us as fucking degenerates for daring to go to such radical lengths to have a healthy marriage.
I also felt defensive, and perhaps even somewhat paranoid. At the same time I felt proud of myself for never openly sharing the details of our private life with her, or for that matter with most of the people we know offline. All I could think of was, what if she knew the truth? We would have been slut-shamed worse than a seventeen-year-old girl from a fundamentalist Christian household who’d been caught with condoms in her purse. I can’t even imagine what she’d make of my being poly. This is exactly why we don’t – nay, can’t – share such facets of our relationship more openly. I wish we could. We just can’t.
Joan is someone I’ve known for almost thirty years, and have considered a friend for nearly as long. We’ve been in intimate situations together, seen each other naked umpteen times, and know each other’s sexual likes and dislikes to some extent. With all of this in mind, she still tried to slut-shame me. Imagine how someone else, someone who didn’t know us nearly as well, who didn’t have the same decades-long friendship behind them, who conceivably hadn’t experimented sexually the way Joan and her husband had, or who thought we were perhaps more sexually conservative, might react.
People have preconceived notions about Jill and I, because people tend to have preconceived notions about everything and everyone other than themselves. They make assumptions: “I would never have an open relationship, so I’m sure that these people, who always seem so normal and just like me, don’t have one either.” Hell, it doesn’t have to be that extreme: “I would never let my spouse flirt with somebody else, so I’m sure anyone who does flirt is doing so secretly.” Because there is no serious ongoing dialogue on sex, things like polyamory and non-monogamy will never be normalized in the public eye. It takes knowing that lots of so-called “normal” people – people who hold down full-time jobs, raise children, go to church, and are generally speaking productive members of society – are in such a relationship for people to see that it doesn’t make you some kind of debauched monster.
It pains me to think that most people in our social circle would probably bail on us, or at least judge us harshly, if they knew some of the things we’d done sexually. I’m not saying that all of them would; conceivably some would be supportive, or even envious regardless of whether they could say so publicly. But I’m certain some, if not most, of the people we know, would be ill-equipped to process it. Their preconceptions about the sort of people we must be to have that kind of a relationship would likely ruin our friendship, or in the case of family, whatever relationship we have with them.
As I told a Twitter friend in the wake of all of this, I’d gladly lose ten supposed friends – or more – if it meant I could be myself, with no more fear of being found out, no forever waiting for the other shoe to drop, no desperate need for discretion influencing our every move. It sounds like Heaven on earth, to the extent that I even believe in Heaven. After all, while I earlier bemoaned the fact that some would judge us, in truth I have no problem weeding out the shitty pseudo-friends from the ones who understand or otherwise wouldn’t judge our sexual needs.
Of course, if you’ve been reading our stuff for any appreciable length of time you are undoubtedly aware that I don’t keep the details close to the vest for my own sake. No, I do it for Jill, who requires that discretion for reasons both professional and personal. Perhaps someday it won’t be an issue. I won’t hold my breath, however.
III. Thoughts on Cheating
I know I’ve expressed similar sentiment elsewhere on this blog, but I think it says a lot about our societal standards that some would rather cheat on a partner they purport to love than try to negotiate an arrangement that, while contrary to the supposed norm and seemingly unorthodox, works for many. I don’t judge others’ relationships as they typically don’t affect me at all. I understand that feelings change and it can be expensive both emotionally and financially to get a divorce. But how the fuck is cheating more acceptable than honest, open communication? Are we so scared of upsetting the status quo that we’d rather be deceitful and cheat? Or are we so selfish, and do we feel so entitled to have whatever we want without conflict, that we don’t even bother asking for permission before taking it?
I don’t judge those who interact with others without the permission of their spouse or significant other. I don’t know why they cheat, and ultimately it’s none of my business anyway. All I know is that it’s not the right thing for us. I feel disappointed not only that my friend was willing to sneak around – not that that stopped me from indulging her, really – but that she thought even for an instant that that was something of which I was capable as well. Among a very small portion of our social circle I may have the reputation of a man whose sole focus is sex, but I’d like to think that I’m also known for the strong, loving marriage Jill and I have built over the last several years on a foundation of trust and mutual consent. I just wish Joan had known better.
IV. Conclusion
While I was initially worried that I’d somehow been at fault for the way things transpired between Joan and myself, I realize now that this is not the case. Perhaps our years of friendship blinded me to her deeper issues as much as my unrequited feelings and attraction to her had done so. I may have given her too much freedom and demanded too little respect, but I’m secure in the knowledge that I’m not a misogynist, nor am I someone who uses others without regard for their feelings.
Those who are aware of the situation in its entirety acquit me of the blame while acknowledging that Joan’s issues – the extreme paranoia and unwillingness to trust, swings in confidence, loss of memory, and social awkwardness – may be indicative of mental illness. Some have suggested bipolar disorder while others claim borderline personality disorder. While I certainly find no reason to doubt either of these, I have no way of diagnosing her myself. And while I had my suspicions toward the end of my time chatting with her, I wasn’t about to suggest that she might have such a condition. I can only imagine her reaction were I to bring it up.
https://twitter.com/EmmyRTWS/status/585131763372052480
In the wake of this disaster, words of encouragement and absolution from friends both online and off were greatly appreciated. It isn’t every day that a self-proclaimed feminist like myself briefly considers that he could possibly be a despicable entitled sexist pig. It’s not who I am. I certainly didn’t share all of this in the hopes that the blogosphere would rise up to shame or ridicule a woman who is likely suffering from extreme mental and emotional pain. I suppose that, on some level, I just wanted to achieve some measure of catharsis and closure. But if someone saw fit to exonerate me, I wasn’t about to refute their efforts.
In closing, I’ll leave you with this bit of insight from our good friend Melissa Camacho, which WordPress refuses to embed properly:
@jackandjillcpl hugs hun. I read the whole feed. bitches be crazy! 😂
— Melissa Hardin (@RamblingLlama) March 24, 2015
Welcome to TMI Tuesday. In the U.S. it is tax season, tax reports are due April 15.
There’s Nothing Sexy About Taxes
Wherever you are in the world, assuming you all pay taxes–income or other types, answer the following questions.
Jack’s Answers
1. Are taxes levied where you live?
Yes, but when I set up my own sovereign nation, which I’m tentatively referring to as the Unified Provinces of Jacksylvania, there will be no taxes, and with it none of the benefits associated with a tax-paying society, including but not limited to trash collection, mail delivery, emergency services, public education, and paved roads. All you “I built this”-spouting red-white-and-blue patriots are welcome to come live there!
2. Do you pay your taxes?
Yes. I’m not Wesley Snipes.
3. This year will you owe taxes or do you expect a refund?
We’re expecting a modest refund. Nothing too spectacular and it’s already been spent, but at least we didn’t have to pay.
4. Have you already filed your taxes?
They’ve been filed. I didn’t do them myself; Jill handles our taxes, paying the bills, and other such tasks. I’m too busy running a business, raising a child, and taking care of the various day-to-day domestic stuff.
5. You are getting a tax refund, which ONE of these would you most likely do with the money?
a. pay off credit cards
b. contribute to retirement savings
c. go on vacation
d. shop for something (car, clothes, household items, etc)
I’m going to go with (a). While this year we did not actually use our refund to pay off our credit cards, it went toward other boring routine expenses.
6. Sometimes you just need to have frivolous, and if you get a windfall from a tax refund, which of ONE of these things would you most likely do? Why?
a. have a big party
b. loan it to family or a friend
c. spend a weekend at an adults-only erotic resort
d. gamble (Lottery tickets, casino)
I’d probably go with (c), spend a weekend at an adults-only erotic resort; that sounds right up my alley and the sort of thing I’d like to do with an unexpected influx of cash. That, or (a), have a big party. I miss the days when Jill and I would throw huge parties with all manner of food and alcohol, and while it’s much more difficult to do so in the smallish abode we currently occupy, I think about those parties often. These days the only big parties we throw are for our daughter’s birthdays, and while these gatherings are definitely expensive, I’d love to throw a party for no discernible reason other than the fact that we enjoy being around our family and friends. So (a) or (c).
Bonus: If you could be a circus performer, which act would you be? (I know soooo random!)
Maybe a juggler. I’m already an expert at handling balls. I may as well get paid for it.
Jill’s Answers
1. Are taxes levied where you live?
Upon reading this question I was curious as to which countries collect no taxes from their citizens, so I did some research and found that the United Arab Emirates, the Bahamas, Bermuda, Andorra, and Monaco are among those that do not. But we don’t live in any of those places. So the answer is yes.
2. Do you pay your taxes?
As I’m sure Jack has already mentioned, yes, we pay our taxes as we are not fans of going to prison.
3. This year will you owe taxes or do you expect a refund?
We got a refund this year, as we do most years.
4. Have you already filed your taxes?
Yes. I am not one to procrastinate, and while I understand that many if not most Americans like to wait until the last minute and then panic, I am very much the sort of woman who believes in getting our taxes filed as soon as the fiscal year ends. Doing our taxes isn’t so complicated that it requires a team of accountants, and I’ve always been good at math so I have no problem sitting down and just getting it done. Plus the peace of mind I get from knowing it’s been taken care of is a huge plus.
5. You are getting a tax refund, which ONE of these would you most likely do with the money?
a. pay off credit cards
b. contribute to retirement savings
c. go on vacation
d. shop for something (car, clothes, household items, etc)
Of the four choices listed, I will probably go with (a), as I generally prefer not to splurge on something like a vacation or other luxury until my responsibilities (i.e. credit card debt, etc.) are taken care of. That’s not to say that I have never done that, but unless the refund is larger than usual, I don’t see the point of putting it toward some major unnecessary expenditure when we’ve got bills to pay.
6. Sometimes you just need to have frivolous, and if you get a windfall from a tax refund, which of ONE of these things would you most likely do? Why?
a. have a big party
b. loan it to family or a friend
c. spend a weekend at an adults-only erotic resort
d. gamble (Lottery tickets, casino)
Okay, this is the larger than usual refund I mentioned earlier. In this case, if we’re talking several thousand dollars or more, I’ll go with (c). I’ve always wanted to visit an adults-only erotic resort, and while we’ve been to sex clubs, kinky parties and the like, I find that I really enjoy the idea of spending an extended period (more than just a few hours) among like-minded people, hopefully watching and being watched, and with any luck sampling my fellow kinksters.
Bonus: If you could be a circus performer, which act would you be? (I know soooo random!)
The sword swallower, of course.
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