Jack’s List, Part 1

1. In June, we attended a party at the home of a friend of ours. She’s been taking exotic dancing classes for a couple years, although there’s almost no way you would look at her and immediately think “exotic dancer.” After the party, we got a demonstration of her skills.

2. As detailed in Jill’s previous entry, we went skinny dipping one night while on a family camping trip. We like swimming naked, though it’s been quite some time since we went camping, much less skinny dipping in a semi-public setting. It was just as exhilarating as ever.

3. Jill masturbating in the passenger seat of the car while listening to a very sexy podcast, as I tried desperately to concentrate on the road ahead of us.

4. Earlier this summer I wrote a love scene that’s part of a mainstream novel I’m working on. Though not particularly graphic, I’ve been getting to know the characters and planning the story for so long that, when they finally got together and the clothes came off, it was really hot.

5. Due to the summer heat, Jill and I spent several nights sleeping on an air mattress in the backyard. Feeling my wife’s naked body beside my own in the cool night air is consistently arousing.

Jill’s List, Part 1

1. Violet Blue’s podcast that Jack mentioned in his previous entry. This installment (episode 69, appropriately) features her reading an erotic story called “Central Registry.” If you happen to listen to it, you might understand why I couldn’t wait to get off.

2. I’ve been riding Jack side-saddle a lot lately. If you don’t know what this means, instead of straddling his waist I sit on top of him, facing his right or left. It’s a great position, and for some reason he penetrates me really deep this way.

3. Doing the “Rabbit Trick” in front of a live audience. For the uninitiated, the “Rabbit Trick” refers to riding a rabbit vibrator while giving oral sex. It’s one of my biggest turn ons, and I love coming while sucking Jack’s cock.

4. Going to a work function with Jack, and letting him know about the lack of panties under my skirt right before we walked in.

5. Four words: Rocky Road ice cream.

Jack’s List, Part 2

1. I love to flirt. During a visit to a bar with friends, I caught the eye of a pretty young lady and held her gaze a few seconds longer than I usually do. Nothing else happened, but it was a turn-on to remember my single days.

2. Jill told me about a dream in which she was alone with a female friend of ours, and the opportunity arose for some sexual exploration. As it was happening, all Jill could think about was how she wished she could somehow videotape the encounter so I could watch later. I guess her cell phone wasn’t within reach. Still, very exciting to know that, even in her dreams, she wanted to share the experience with me – or at least provide me with jerkoff material after the fact.

3. Porn star Raylene’s return to the adult industry with “Raylene’s Dirty Work”, her first movie since 2001 or 2002. She’s not the hottest in the business – far from it – but I’ve always kinda liked her.

4. Being invited by a married female acquaintance to participate in an illicit affair was, almost perversely, a huge turn on and a major ego boost; she is someone I’ve been attracted to for more than twenty years. I did, of course, politely decline, out of respect for her marriage as much as for my own. Ironically, Jill told me after the fact that, were she not married, she would make a great third for a threesome. However, this particular person doesn’t seem the sort to engage in anything beyond one-on-one sex.

5. The many new followers we’ve picked up in recent months, as well as the feedback we’ve received, is very flattering, and reading your comments, as well as your blogs, makes excellent foreplay.

Jill’s List, Part 2

1. Coming twelve times over the course of one amazing August night is a record for me. But it’s a record that I hope gets broken soon.

2. One hot afternoon I found myself lying on an inflatable pool chair, drifting across the water and soaking up the rays of the sun. As I listened to the silence, I found myself indulging in a fantasy about Jack, myself, and a male friend of ours. I was glad I was alone in the pool because I had to touch myself a little.

3. We watched a porn film called “Basic Elements.” One scene involved a couple having sex on an airplane while a female flight attendant watched and masturbated. This scene reminded me of a long flight Jack and I took together. We didn’t have sex in our seats, but we did just about everything else. I am really turned on by the idea of sex on a plane, in flight. In fact, I can’t wait to read The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories, an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, a favorite erotic writer of ours.

4. Speaking of Rachel Kramer Bussel, I re-read Hide and Seek: Erotic Stories over the summer. It was just as hot the second time. We are looking forward to the follow-up, Peep Show: Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists, due out in November.

5. While having sex with Jack recently, we were watching an old homemade porn movie he’d shot some years ago, before we met. (Is that weird? I love watching him fucking an old girlfriend on TV while we fuck in real life, but I get the feeling that, in general, people would find this weird or inappropriate. Who cares, I guess – it’s hot to me!) As Jack worked toward his orgasm, I started urging him onward, whispering, “Come for me…come for me.” At the same time, his ex-girlfriend was doing the same thing on the television. It was almost as though we were competing for his orgasm.

And I’d just like to say again that doing the Rabbit Trick for a live audience was one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done. Having an audience can be so hot!

Despite the mystique surrounding it, we’ve always thought that the Mile-High Club was a bit overrated. Sure, it’s sex at otherwise-impossible altitudes, but other than the whole “I can’t believe we’re doing it on a plane” aspect, the idea of cramming yourself and another person into a space barely larger than a telephone booth – a space designed for the disposal of human waste, no less – and attempting to get off in violation of federal law was somehow not the hottest scenario Jill or I could think of.

With that said, a few years ago Jill and I found ourselves on a Transatlantic flight. We were seated on the right side of a 747 in a two-seat row at the end of a section, i.e. in the last row before a wall. In this instance we were, as the article mentions, two aroused passengers who didn’t even bother with the lavatory. Jill had been reading an anthology of erotic stories for most of the flight, and she wanted to get off. Vaguely aware of possible criminal repercussions of sex in an airplane, we figured that using the lavatory for this purpose was probably a bad idea. And while neither of us wanted to get caught for legal reasons, we were also very conscious of the fact that there were probably other passengers on the plane who most certainly didn’t want to catch us. However, given our semi-secluded row, we waited until late in the flight when the lights were dimmed and most passengers were asleep, and we got to it.

Jill was wearing a short black skirt. She put a blanket over her lap and took off her panties. Nonchalantly, I reached for her pussy and felt how wet she was. Gathering moisture on my fingertips, I moved my hand to her clit and began to tease, then caress her. Before long, Jill was biting her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as she came. Afterwards, we rearranged the blanket on my lap, and she reached underneath to help me open my pants and take out my cock. Gleefully she returned my favor, giving me a handjob under the blanket. No oral, as that seemed way too conspicuous. I remember, as I enjoyed Jill’s subtle ministrations, wondering where I was going to come – because I was most certainly going to come and it was going to be sooner than later – and hoping that I wouldn’t get any on my clothes. I didn’t, thanks to a few tiny drink napkins that helped with the cleanup.

After we were both satisfied, there was no tap on the shoulder from an irate flight attendant or worse, an air marshal. Still, I remember worrying for about twenty minutes that we’d been observed and that we were going to be the recipients of a very embarrassing dressing-down in front of all the other passengers. I guess that doesn’t make a lot of sense, as I should have guessed that, as the article states, a flight attendant would have broken it up in the middle rather than admonishing us after the fact. Unless he or she really liked to watch.

SAN FRANCISCO (CBS SF) — The right to bare all in San Francisco might soon come with some restrictions under legislation that was proposed at Tuesday afternoon’s Board of Supervisors meeting at City Hall.

The legislation, which was introduced by Supervisor Scott Wiener, would require those going nude to cover public seating before sitting down and put on clothes before entering restaurants.

Wiener’s district includes the Castro, which has seen a recent increase in public nudity, according to his office.

The supervisor said the legislation would ensure that public health standards are maintained by requiring nudists to put a towel or other item between their body and a public seat.

“San Francisco is a liberal and tolerant city, and we pride ourselves on that fact,” Wiener said in a statement.

“Yet, while we have a variety of views about public nudity, we can all agree that when you sit down naked, you should cover the seat, and that you should cover up when you go into a food establishment,” he said.

He said the idea for the ordinance came after he received numerous constituent complaints and saw some of the unsanitary behavior himself—particularly in Jane Warner Plaza and elsewhere in the Castro.

“One would hope we wouldn’t need to legislate this, but people aren’t doing it,” he said.

Before Tuesda’s meeting, Wiener emphasized that the legislation is not banning public nudity, but is simply maintaining public health standards.

He said his office has not received any complaints from local nudist groups about the proposal.

Wiener acknowledged that the legislation could be the butt of jokes as an “only in San Francisco” proposal—with the added punch line that his last name is a slang term for the male genitalia.

“They’ll say what they’re going to say,” he said. “I look forward to the conversation about this legislation.”

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