Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality?
I don’t have a fantasy about stripping, but I do have a few fantasies that involves strip-mining.
Jill’s Answers
1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?
I dance naked in front of Jack all the time. In fact, every time my clothes come off I get the urge to dance. I love to wiggle my butt. I even dance, or at least sway a little, in the shower, usually while I’m singing. The first time I did a striptease it was for an old boyfriend who asked for one. I’ve done the same for Jack because it turns him on. In all cases it ended with me being thrown down on the bed for some very hot sex.
2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?
Yes, I have been to a few strip clubs, mostly in Vegas when I’ve been there for bachelorette parties, birthdays, and girls’ weekends. We usually walk past the women to the men upstairs, but I always want to stay downstairs and watch the women. I find them much hotter, and they dance better too. The men are always too greased up. Banana hammocks are just not sexy, and Fabio isn’t my type by any means. These feelings aren’t confined to strip clubs, either. One time I attended a bachelorette party at a friend’s home, and there was a male stripper. It still wasn’t my thing. The guy was creepy.
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It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years since we started this blog. It’s harder still to believe that after twenty-two months and 124 posts we spent more than a year dormant, with no intention of ever blogging again. Perhaps hardest of all to believe is the fact that in the last year we have posted 458 times. And we have no plans of slowing down.
We always say that we blog for ourselves, and we do. But it means a lot that you’ve seen fit to stop by and celebrate our latest milestone with us. We hope we can count on your continued interest in the years to come. Speaking of milestones, we’re three posts away from number 600! Stay tuned.
I don’t have anything particularly sexy for you today, just a brief post to let you know that it’s Jill’s birthday.
Jill takes the anniversary of her birth very seriously. It’s the one day of the year that’s all about her, despite my efforts to make everyday all about her. As I mentioned on Twitter on Saturday, it’s usually celebrated over the course of a week, or at the very least a weekend. On Wednesday I brought her lunch at work, and on Thursday we went to dinner. On Friday night we attended a concert with friends, and on Saturday we went out to dinner with family. Tonight is another dinner with family, this time at her parents’ home with her extended family in attendance. As you can imagine, it’s been a busy week.
Hey, when did birthdays get replaced by birthday weekends or birthday weeks?
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) September 16, 2012
In years past, we’ve observed Jill’s birthday in a variety of ways. The year we met I spirited her off to a bed and breakfast for a weekend of relaxation. Last year I threw her a surprise party and invited all of her friends and loved ones. Sex is always involved, of course; usually Jill asks for anal on her birthday, and I’m hoping that this year will be no different. We may have to duck out of tonight’s dinner early.
I’m sure Jill would love if it you wished her a happy birthday, either here or on Twitter.
Note: The panties pictured above were purchased from Sik World, though they appear to no longer be available. You can get a better look here and here.
As with Jill’s Jopen Vanity v.6, a full-length review will certainly be posted in the near future.
-Jack
-Jack
Jack’s Answer
The easy answer is, what’s not to like? I know that that is a complete oversimplification, but if I had to sum up my feelings on threesomes in a single concise sentence, it would be that. Make no mistake, a threesome may not be the zenith of human experience – I’m not saying that it’s not, just that it might not be – but I’m pretty sure that it’s the zenith of human sexual experience, or as close thereto as I’ve yet come.
I suppose if our relationship was less secure I might be less enthusiastic than I am, contrasting the extreme physical pleasure against the emotional lows including worries that bringing someone new into the bedroom will somehow change the dynamic between Jill and I for the worse. But as of yet this has not been a concern of ours; quite the contrary, in fact. We’ve seen not only our own relationship strengthened as a result, but also our friendship with our third.
So what do I like about threesomes? As stated above, there’s the considerable physical pleasure – as well as the ego boost, I’ll admit – of being with two women who are, at least part of the time, focused on my sexual needs. If one mouth on my cock is a turn-on, then two mouths must be a huge turn-on, right? The sheer physical thrill is definitely the main appeal of a threesome. For that matter let’s not discount how awesome it is to watch the two ladies interact. Jill doesn’t eat pussy every day, so when she does it’s quite the spectacle. And she’s so good at it that it’s hard to believe that she didn’t indulge at all her first time.
Another awesome thing about having a threesome is the variety. I suppose that this is similar to what people in open relationships enjoy about being in them. I love my wife. I am attracted to her not only emotionally but physically as well. I am certain that I will never feel for anyone else the kind of love and devotion that I feel for her. And I sincerely doubt that I will ever enjoy sex with anyone as much as I do with her. Simply put, there are many reasons why I married Jill and not someone else. She is perfect for me.
But monogamy is difficult. The thought of only seeing one woman naked for the rest of my life is daunting. For that matter, the thought of only touching one woman for the rest of my life is something that I can’t easily face. You have to appreciate what an asshole I feel like for saying that, because we’ve been conditioned by society to stop noticing other people to whom we’d otherwise be sexually attracted once we’re in a monogamous relationship. I also note that it sounds like I don’t fully appreciate the degree of my wife’s beauty, and the breadth of her sexual open-mindedness. But I do.
Fortunately, my wife is the sort of person who understands that my feelings aren’t a slight against her. She knows that, when we’ve had another woman in our bed, it’s not about love. We aren’t polyamorous; I doubt that we’d be able to handle such a situation even were it our goal. No, we’re just after good sex.
Jill’s Answer
I fantasized about having sex with a woman long before I ever actually did it. And I fantasized about threesomes as well, though not to the extent that Jack did. In fact, I could be mistaken but I don’t know if I ever fantasized about having a threesome with a man and a woman before I met Jack. And even when I did fantasize about it, I wasn’t always sure that it was something I wanted to actually try. What if the other woman we brought to bed with us was somehow better than me? What if she was in better shape, or sexier? What if she had bigger tits, or a firmer ass? What if she kissed better, sucked Jack’s cock better? What if she made him cum faster? What if he fell in love with her, and left me? Looking back on these initial fears, some of them are really silly. Obviously they are born from my own insecurity and my fears that our then-fledgling relationship wasn’t as strong as it actually was, and still is.
Now that I’ve had a few threesomes I can say that one of the most gratifying things, if not the most gratifying thing, is the opportunity to play with another woman. I identify as heterosexual, and the first time we had a threesome I was interacting with the other woman primarily for Jack’s arousal. But it didn’t take long to realize that I enjoyed it in and of itself. I find women attractive, and I enjoy touching and kissing them. I don’t know whether that makes me bisexual, but I’m not preoccupied with finding out. Last weekend I played with our usual third without Jack present, and I found the experience erotic and exhilarating despite the overall lack of cock.
Another thing I enjoy about threesomes is compersion. I love knowing that Jack is enjoying himself. There was a time when I would have felt threatened by watching him interact sexually with another woman. There was a time when I would have felt slighted knowing that another woman made him cum. But Jack is my lover, my partner, and my best friend. I want him to be happy, and I’m not so self-centered and delusional as to believe that I am the only one who can give him this happiness. Threesomes are not about love, they are about sex. Once I realized that there was no real threat to our marriage or to the loving relationship we’ve cultivated every day since we’ve been together, I was able to see that having threesomes would actually bring us closer together. And they have!
It helps that our usual third is a close friend. Jack has known her for more than twenty years. She trusts us, and we trust her, so much so that we recently lifted our embargo on telling personal friends about this blog. But so complete is our mutual trust that we probably could have told her years ago. Any trepidation I had upon inviting her into our bedroom for the first time disappeared when she told me that she wanted our first threesome to be all about me and my pleasure, and not hers or even Jack’s necessarily. It may not have been what Jack wanted to hear her say, exactly, but it proved to both of us that she was the right person.
That is not to say that threesomes are nothing but nonstop fun and pleasure. As is the case with our blog, there are times when my Catholic upbringing rears its head. I sometimes worry that our antics will be found out and we will be judged harshly. I imagine that my family will ostracize me, assume that I have no self-esteem, and criticize my marriage or suggest that I divorce my husband who has obviously manipulated me into compromising my traditional values. My lifelong friends will assume that I can’t take care of my man and look down their noses at me. But I don’t dwell on these thoughts for long. The things I love about threesomes vastly outweigh the things that stress me out.
“You know Mom said no boys over!”
Cheryl bristled at her sister’s rebuke. “Give me a break. We’re just going to study together.”
“I’m gonna tell Mom.”
“You’d better not,” Cheryl said as she led her guest upstairs. But she didn’t have to worry. Mandy had a copy of the key to the liquor cabinet, and their mother didn’t know.
When they reached the top of the stairs Cheryl pulled Todd into her bedroom by his wrist. They kissed, their hands fumbling with buttons, zippers and belts. Her skirt hit the floor before she reached the bed, her sweater and bra following. As Todd undressed Cheryl climbed atop the mattress and settled onto her hands and knees. Her ass wiggled in his face, daring him to come take her.
In one quick, expert motion Todd slid her panties off and buried his face in her from behind. When she could take no more his voracious mouth was replaced by his cock. One hand found the small of her back, pinning her to the bed, while the other tangled itself in her strawberry blonde locks as he fucked her without mercy.
It wasn’t until they had finished that they noticed Mandy standing in the doorway. “How long have you been watching?” Cheryl asked.
“Like, forever.”
“You’d better not say anything to Mom.”
The younger sister sauntered in, admiring the sight of pure carnality before her.
“I won’t,” Mandy said at last, “if you let me have a turn.” (247/249)
Guy is visiting girlfriend. (No boys allowed while parents are out.) Sister is also home. Guy and girlfriend go upstairs to fuck. Sister comes up and spies on them, watches through open doorway. Sister says she has been standing there “forever” and threatens to rat out sister to parents if she doesn’t get a turn.
The three themes at The Naughty Hangout this week are “Playground”, “My Favorite Spot”, and “Toys”. In the main image perhaps you can tell why Jack considers my body his playground.
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For our interpretation of the other two themes, be sure to mouse over this image and see me touching my favorite spot with my newest toy!
It’s almost midnight. You sit beside me on the sofa, a glass of pinot noir in your hand. Your light-colored locks frame your face like fine art, your full lips tantalizing me with each spoken word. I see that you have unbuttoned the top two buttons on your blouse, revealing soft, delectable flesh underneath. I’d like you to unbutton two more.
You sip your wine, and then our eyes meet again. You are trying to draw me into you, I can feel it. I don’t pull away. Why would I? I love sharing this time with you. I enjoy being so close to you. I love the sound of your voice, and every word that you have to say. But right now, I can’t hear any of it.
All I can focus on is unbuttoning your blouse all the way. Kissing your pale white throat and down to your breasts. Feverishly unbuckling your belt and sliding down your jeans. I imagine sliding my fingers into your panties, feeling the heat that radiates from your pussy, my fingertips moist as I delve into your arousal.
Your voice snaps me back to reality. You ask if I can put your glass of wine on the end table beside my own. When I do you lean close to me, your mouth glancing on mine, lips brushing me gently, teasingly before kissing me passionately, hungrily. Your hands place mine on your breasts as I return the kiss.
I think Jack has fallen asleep putting the baby to bed, so this kiss is just for you.
-Jill
