The Naughty Hangout: A Candlelit Soak
On Display
I lie on the bed, my legs splayed garishly for your enjoyment. The strip of material stretches thin, my pussy glistening visibly underneath. I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, lifting my ass up from the mattress and sliding them off. After discarding them at the foot of the bed, my hand settles between my legs, fingers quickly landing on my clit.
The first few strokes are strictly for show. I’m only getting warmed up. I stare out, locking eyes, fancying that I can read your thoughts. You stare back, focused, unable to hide your lust. My fingers move slowly and deliberately, more determined to put on a sexy performance than to bring pleasure to my swollen, aching bud.
Though I can’t see it for myself, I know you must be aroused. As one hand continues its dance over my slick, hungry pussy, the other brings one of my breasts close to my mouth. My lips can’t quite reach my nipple, but a tongue certainly can. You gasp at the sight, and I manage to stifle a giggle. I’ve got you eating out of my hand.
Thoughts of your arousal fill my mind. I lean back, resting supine. Though I can see nothing but the ceiling, I feel your eyes on me. I imagine your hands wandering over my body, your lips kissing parts of me that have never before been kissed. In my mind I can feel your weight on top of me, your hardness filling me up. My body throbs with desire.
I slip two fingers inside myself, pressing up on my G-spot before withdrawing them and caressing my clit. My strokes are no longer strictly for show. I don’t know when it changed, but I am now a woman on a mission, intent upon my own pleasure. I won’t stop until I’ve climaxed. Whether my performance arouses you is strictly incidental.
Yes, I’m aware that you’re watching, but only barely. Nothing matters but my orgasm, looming over me like a shadow. Each flick of my fingers pushes me closer to the edge. And when I reach the edge, one last stroke sends me over. I climax noisily, shamelessly, unconcerned with who might hear.
Now it’s your turn. Come use my body for your pleasure.
-Jill
Retro HNT: I love my rabbit!
TMI Tuesday: May 1, 2012 – The Here & Now
The last thing I picked up was either a used copy of an out-of-print book on film, or Mark Wahlberg’s 2012 film Contraband. Not sure which as it might have been the same day for both. Haven’t read the book; haven’t seen the film. Therefore I cannot yet say whether I recommend either.
3. What is the last piece of entertainment media (i.e., cd, download, book, DVD) that you purchased? Do you recommend it?
I downloaded Tristan Taormino’s book Opening Up for the Kindle app on my iPhone. I’m not done with it yet, but so far I love it.
4. What kind of undergarments are you wearing right now? Care to post a photo?
I’m wearing a black bra and a matching black thong. I look, to quote Jack, hot as fuck.
5. What is your current mood?
I’m tired but very happy! Work is almost over for the day.
6. What is the best looking thing about you today?
My boobs. I LOVE this bra.
7. Fill in the blank. Tonight I’m looking forward to _____________ .
Sex and sleep. The baby was up all night coughing, and I’m exhausted. So I am hopeful for a good night’s sleep, but I want an intense orgasm and some cum first.
Bonus: Tell me something good…anything you want to share. Just do it
I have the most amazing husband who loves me completely.
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Emotional Infidelity: It Exists
We recently sent out a batch of questions to our Formspring friends. One of these questions asked whether the recipient considered physical infidelity or emotional infidelity the greater offense. Our fellow bloggers have begun answering, and in light of their thoughtful answers we felt the need to address the topic as well.
I must state for the record that we don’t judge others for the nature of their relationships, whether faithful or otherwise. As much as it goes against all of the social conditioning that’s been drummed into our minds all our lives, someone else’s relationship is not sufficiently our business to pass judgment. We don’t like to make assumptions, and when we hear about an extramarital affair we acknowledge that there may be extenuating circumstances that justify or excuse the behavior. This is obviously not always the case, but perhaps it is. Keeping this possibility in mind, we don’t hurl epithets at cheaters who have not cheated on us personally. Thus, what follows applies to our relationship, and may not apply to any others.
Communication is one of the most important components of our marriage. We keep no secrets from each other, nor do we want any. Beyond the fact that I’m notoriously lousy at keeping secrets from my wife, being completely honest helps further the notion that the openness of our relationship – to the extent that it is open; it really isn’t – exists to bring us closer together as a couple, as has always been our goal. That means that if you and I have ever exchanged a sexy IM conversation, Jill probably read it after the fact. And you probably inspired some really hot sex, so thanks!
We have a very low tolerance for infidelity of any kind. It’s not because the thought of our partner being physically intimate with another person hurts us; far from that. It’s because “infidelity” refers to a lack of loyalty exemplified by hiding something or otherwise stepping outside the limits that we have set for ourselves and each other. We consider this unacceptable. Because of this, we consider any infidelity, whether physical or emotional, to be something from which we might be incapable of recovering. At the very least, while it would hopefully be easy enough to address the fact that there is a deficiency in our relationship, we imagine that we would have a difficult time picking up the pieces, so to speak, and repairing what is broken.
We suspect that many people aren’t even aware of emotional infidelity as a concept. There are those who are so hung up on physical infidelity and what an egregious offense it is in the context of a monogamous relationship that very little heed is paid to emotional infidelity. But it can be just as severe a threat to a relationship as physical cheating, if not moreso.
Last year, GoodWill (or is it BadWill?) posted that while he is completely faithful to his wife physically, the fact that he has a blog through which he flirts with women, and in doing so manages to compensate for what is lacking in his marriage, makes him a hypocrite. We disagreed somewhat; he’s a man in an unfortunate situation, married to a woman whose sex drive and interest level don’t come close to matching his own. In flirting with women in a relatively safe online environment, he’s doing what he needs to do in order to remain physically faithful to his wife. But judging by what we suspect to be his wife’s standards he has certainly been emotionally unfaithful.
A friend of mine once got dumped by his girlfriend, who met another guy while my friend was on a trip overseas. My friend was upset by this development, but he thought he could somehow save the relationship as long as his girlfriend hadn’t had sex with the other guy. In his mind, if there had been no physical intimacy, he could undermine whatever emotional connection existed and get her back. The emotional connection she’d made with another guy wasn’t a threat – or perhaps hadn’t even occurred to him. But once he found out that they’d had sex, he no longer wanted to save the relationship. In his mind, it was irreparably broken; there was nothing left to save.
That struck me as odd: If the girl had fallen in love with the new guy, everything would have been okay with my friend as long as the relationship hadn’t been consummated physically. I was much younger, somewhat insecure, and well aware of what an unforgivable breach physical infidelity was. But even then I felt that to give emotion such short shrift, and to consider one’s girlfriend falling in love with another person a minor stumbling block at most, seemed very short-sighted.
Again, we consider emotional infidelity and physical infidelity equally serious offenses. But to us, sex is not exactly sacred. We’ve both had sex with people who meant nothing to us. However, the people we’ve loved or been in love with belong to a much more exclusive group. Most people don’t get to join that group. In our opinion love, much more than sex, is not something to be taken for granted or given away lightly. Therefore, were Jill to find herself drawn to another person emotionally – i.e., in a fashion previously reserved for me – I would rightfully see this as a threat to our relationship. My wife doesn’t give her love easily. If she feels a strong emotional connection to someone else, she must be serious about it.
More importantly, I know that if Jill has these feelings for someone else, it’s because I have failed to satisfy her emotional needs as I’ve always promised I would. I’m reasonably certain that despite my shortcomings, including my wandering eye that frequently lands on her friends, sisters and cousins, I’ll never neglect her emotions, certainly not to this point. For Jill, falling in love with someone else is an absolute last resort that occurs when crying, alcohol, and emotionless sex no longer help fill the void.
That’s not to say that we’ll fuck anything that comes into our line of sight. But we’re more likely to have emotionless sex with someone who is not our partner (with our partner’s blessing, obviously) than we are to give away our hearts. Our hearts are already spoken for. Sex can be meaningless, but to us at least, love never is. We would feel betrayed if the other had sex with someone else without our express consent. While such a betrayal would seriously undermine our relationship, it is more likely that we could recover from physical infidelity than emotional infidelity.
-Jack
Motel Monday
Sinful Sunday: Looking Out the Window, Part 2
Last week’s Sinful Sunday featured me gazing out of our hotel room window during our recent trip. Molly wanted a different camera angle. We thought it only fair to grant her request.
Formspring Friday: Exhibitionism Across the Miles
Ever stripped on webcam?
Jack’s Answer
In the sense that I’ve donned a feather boa and danced around to “Smack That” while slowly and seductively removing my clothes, no I have not. I’m not sure why I haven’t done this; I’m certain it would be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
However, in the sense that I’ve gotten naked on cam with someone watching me, yes I have. Many times, in fact. I may have a huge voyeuristic streak, but I’m definitely an exhibitionist as well. The first time I used a webcam was around 2001. I’d been dating someone who lived a couple hours away from me, and for Christmas we each bought the other a webcam so we could see each other even when we weren’t physically close. Of course, the thought of watching each other get off was at the forefront of our minds, and we did this quite often.
After we broke up, I found myself using the webcam while chatting on Yahoo! Messenger. Once in awhile I managed to “cam-to-cam” with someone, and if she got naked I did as well. Even though they were just on webcam, sometimes it was a decent substitute for actually going out and trying to get laid.
When Jill and I lived apart, webcamming was a way of life. We would use Yahoo! Messenger, and later Skype, as a means of maintaining intimacy despite the distance between us. We would usually get naked and masturabte on cam once or twice a week, as our schedules permitted. Generally this would happen right before bed. It was a very sexy way to wrap up a long day.
I’ve also cammed with a few female friends of ours. Though it was a considerable thrill to get naked with a random person whose name I didn’t know and who I’d never actually meet, I can think of very few things more exciting than seeing someone naked after knowing them for years. If she’s busily masturbating, even moreso. I hope they felt the same way.
Jill’s Answer
Of course! I used to love getting naked on webcam. In fact, I still do, but I don’t do it as often as I wish I could. It was such a sexy exhibitionist thrill to show off, especially if the person or people who were watching were getting off.
The first time I ever stripped on webcam was some time after I graduated college. I had moved back in with my parents. The only computer in the house was in my Dad’s home office. It was well after midnight, and I snuck in and locked the door. I wasn’t about to turn on the lights, because I never knew who might get up to get a drink of water in the middle of the night, see the light, and come to investigate.
I had been chatting with this guy in a chat room, and after awhile I agreed to flash my breasts. Of course, after he told me that they were the best he’d ever seen, I agreed to take off my top. (Flattery will get you everywhere.) We continued to chat, and I slipped my hand beneath my bra and rubbed my nipples. Eventually I stood up and performed a slow striptease, taking off my bra, skirt, and panties while the guy masturbated.
After this experience, I began to frequent chat rooms on a regular basis. I would have cybersex frequently, and once in awhile I would get on cam and strip or masturbate for the lucky guy. I enjoyed being able to turn these men on. I enjoyed the tease, and I found it to be a wonderful ego boost.
Of course, Jack and I have had sex on cam many times with different people watching. While we have occasionally cammed for random couples, most of the time we’ve done it for close friends.
The Naughty Hangout: Sharecropping
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill



















