Early Morning Loving

"I think your penis needs to be in my vagina," Jill said playfully, waking me out of a sound sleep on Sunday morning. "But that's just my opinion." Her voice was a whisper, as we were staying with family; it wasn't her words that roused me but the feel of her hand caressing my chest and her lips gently touching the side of my face as she spoke.

It didn't take me but a moment to be fully erect, and as Jill's hand found my hardness I turned onto my shoulder so I could more easily return the favor. My hand began at her full and swelling breasts, my fingers tracing a path along her belly to her thighs, warm and soft. As she stroked me, I teased her for a few moments, goaded by her quiet moans.

As she began to rub her palm along the head of my cock I finally touched her clit. It was just a cursory touch at first, an appetizer for what was to come. I gave her a few circular strokes before slipping my fingers inside her, and continued to excite her pleasure button with my thumb. She whispered something I couldn't hear and I leaned my head close to hers, all the better to suck on her neck while she repeated herself.

"I need you," she said. My eagerness to move between her thighs and sate myself with her delicious taste was countered by the intensity of her words. I knew what she wanted, and oral sex wasn't on the menu that morning. With one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, Jill moved the other one aside and pulled me on top of her. The familiar sensation of her body against mine, the smell of her skin, the feel of her nipples standing erect against my chest all served to turn me on even more than I already was, and I found my way inside easily.

The first thrust made her cry out. It wasn't the loudest she'd ever moaned, but for six-thirty in the morning in a house full of sleeping people, it was louder than she intended to be. She quickly regained her composure and began to enjoy my movements inside of her, her hands firmly on my ass as she pulled me against her. She rode my thrusts, her hips bucking rapidly against mine as I quickly dipped deep inside of her before withdrawing, then repeating the process.

"Don't stop," she said, and we kissed passionately, our respective cases of morning breath apparently cancelling each other out. Her mouth felt like exotic fruit against mine. The taste of her tongue and her lips intensified my thrusts and I realized that if I didn't slow down it was going to be over quick. My wife, however, had other plans. "Come in me," she said. "Hurry, I need it so badly." Her words turned me on, and no amount of baseball-related thoughts was going to stave off orgasm. I tried telling her that I wanted her to come first, but she shushed me with another kiss.

All at once I pulled out, letting the temptation to come pass harmlessly. As I kissed my way up her stomach, grazing over her breasts on the way to her soft white neck, she moaned again. Whether in pleasure or frustration I wasn't sure. As I nuzzled her neck she whispered, "Why did you stop?"

"I want you to come first," I said.

"It's okay," she said. "I'll get off in the shower." The guest bathroom has an adjustible showerhead that rivals our own; I am well aware of my wife's fondness of masturbating with it. The thought of her holding the cold metal nozzle close to herself while high-pressure jets of warm water cascade against her clit was arousing, and suddenly I was throbbing,

"I want to be there when you do it," I insisted.

"Then come before anyone wakes up." This would be tricky, as at seven-fifteen - seven-thirty at the latest - people would start waking up, and it was likely that some of them would need to use the very bathroom my wife was planning on having an orgasm in while I watched. We're married, they know we have sex, and I'm not entirely sure why I find it weird for Jill's family to know we're showering together. I guess it's just something I need to get over. I quickly maneuvered myself back inside of her, and imagined her crouching down close to the shower floor, letting the showerhead do all the work.

In spite of the very exciting visual in my head, it took me longer than I expected to come. We found our rhythm, and from there it was a pleasurable ride for both of us. When I came, I didn't come alone.

-Jack

Five Things That Turned Me On This Week

1. I posted a photo to Half-Nekkid Thursday, and not only did I get some comments, but for the first time there was a comment posted from a woman. Guys will drool over anything, but getting a compliment from a woman is a major turn-on.

2. While stopped at a red light with Jack (who was driving), I put some lotion on my legs. After the light had turned green, Jack told me that the guy in the car next to us was mesmerized by what I was doing. Like a lot of women, I suffer from body image issues even though Jack constantly tells me I shouldn't. Therefore I find it so hot to know that I can occasionally turn another man's head.

3. On Monday, Jack told me that he got off to this story while he was home alone. I love the idea of him taking care of himself almost as much as I love watching him do it, and the fact that he got turned on by something I wrote (and something we experienced together) made it even more exciting.

4. At breakfast Sunday morning, Jack fed me a strawberry from his plate. The taste and feel of the succulent fruit on my lips, and the smell of his skin as he placed it into my mouth made me want to take him right to bed and have my way with him. Unfortunately it was several hours before that would be possible.

5. Yesterday morning a reader e-mailed me a very erotic story involving one of my favorite fantasies. I didn't have enough time to read it before leaving for work, but I gave it a quick glance, and the story was on my mind all day long.

Jill's Sex Quote of the Day: "'Natural' is a very dangerous word to use about sexuality ... Out society's notions of normality are completely fake and meta-trendy, since they rely on the changing standards of superstition, religion, Christianity and gender bias to define themselves. Americans, in particular, exhibit very childish reactions to sexual practice that are new to them, much like little kids who are offered a vegetable they haven't seen before: 'That's disgusting!' 'But darling, you haven't even tried it!' 'I don't care, I hate it, I hate it!'" (Susie Bright and Jill Posner, editors, Nothing But the Girl)

-Jill

Sex With An Audience

We try to fill this blog with as much original content as possible. In other words, Jack and I prefer to post a story or a fantasy that we wrote ourselves rather than things we've found elsewhere. Obviously we have shared the occasional sex-related article that we found interesting, but our preference is for sexy stories we have written as opposed to sexy stories we have found on the internet or in books.

In October, I posted a story from Nancy Friday's book Women on Top. This story, like most of the others in the book, is a fantasy sent in to the author, and involves a woman making love to her boyfriend and a very close male friend simultaneously. The story is a long-time favorite of mine, the impetus of many of my best "by myself" orgasms.

I was reminded of another fantasy in the book this week, thanks to a new reader who is in the military. For some reason our conversation (which was actually not all that sexual) reminded me of this story, which I had not read in a few years. The story is told from the perspective of a young woman who served in the navy. Here's an excerpt:

Needless to say, I was never without a lover while in the navy. (With the odds of two hundred to one when the fleet was in, how could you lose?)

The navy is also where I developed this little quirk I have: I love to fantasize I am being watched when I'm making love or masturbating. It started because of a real experience that was part of my sex life for almost two years. When you live in a barracks with hundreds of other people you learn to take sex where you can get it. Of course it is against the rules to have anyone of the opposite sex in your room after taps but no one cared. It happened all the time.

My lover and I used to sleep on some cushions on the floor of our friend's room in the men's barracks. (There were always extra bodies around. Usually friends off the ships.) The usual occupancy of the room was two, but this particular night there were two extras, not counting my lover and I (all male of course). Two were in bed, one on the couch and one on the floor.

After a long night of partying we shut off the lights. Everyone gets into their own beds for the night after taking off their clothes. (Unfortunately I'm slightly night-blind!) I've never known a sailor who wears pajamas to sleep in.

Anyway, my lover (Bobby) and I are not really tired. I lie there trying to get to sleep but it's no use. I reach over to Bobby, who's on his side with his back to me. I press my tits against his back and reach down to his cock. It's as hard as a rock. He's not asleep either. He rolls over and gives me a long, deep kiss. At the same time he runs his hands down to my twat and starts playing with my clit. The room seems hot as we throw off the blanket. We don't say anything. We just lie there for a minute, stroking and fondling each other.

Bobby moves from my mouth to my tits, sucking in all he can get. He goes from one nipple to the other, running his tongue around it then sucking and biting them when they stand up for him.

He slowly travels down my stomach to my thighs, licking and kissing as he goes. He gets between my eagerly spread legs. I know what's coming next and I'm so hot I can't stand it. When it comes to eating pussy, Bobby is the best there is. I call him "the fastest tongue in the West." I love for him to eat me. I can never get enough of it.

Bobby proceeds to tease me. He licks the inside of each thigh and around my hot mound. I can stand it no longer. I grab his head and press it into my wet pussy. He tongues my clit again and again, pausing just for a second to push his long, hard tongue into my vagina. He goes back to my clit and proceeds to lick, suck and bite it. (That drives me wild!)

While he's eating me I play with my tits. I pull on my nipples and roll them around. (I can put one in my own mouth if I want. Maybe I'll do it and let my husband watch

I got totally involved in what Bobby was doing to me and forgot all about the other guys in the room. My breathing got faster. I sighed and moaned and finally screamed with my final shuddering climax.

Before I can cool off Bobby moves up and slips his throbbing cock into my burning pussy. He fucks like he's never fucked before. He drives me wild with his movements. Maybe he knows something I don't. The way he's going you would think he was performing. The light bulb goes on in my head. I distract myself enough to open my eyes and look around. Three of the guys are watching us, the other has his eyes tightly closed but is listening very carefully. I look a little more carefully and find that all of them are enjoying the sight, sounds and smell of me and Bobby so much that they're beating off.

What a rush of power I felt at that moment - to know that I could do that to so many men at once. To know that they wished it was them I was enjoying so much. Wishing it was their cock in my responsive cunt. It really turned me on.

I went back to the business of fucking my lover, enjoying it more because I knew it was giving pleasure to so many others, too. Finally, as I heard sighs and moans coming from all directions, I had my last climax. It was the best one I can ever remember. My whole body shook. I felt that tingle start at my spine and go throughout my body. I became dizzy and lightheaded. It was wonderful.

Bobby's orgasm was like none he had ever had before, either. He shook as he unloaded what seemed like gallons of cum. I could feel it filling me up and running down my thighs and the crack of my ass. It felt so good!

So whenever I need a little help climaxing with my husband or I'm masturbating, I imagine I'm back in that time and in that room fucking my brains out with a happy audience. one of these days.)

The switching back and forth from present to past tense can be jarring, but I like this story so much I can't hold that against it. This one really turns me on. Thank you Nancy Friday!

-Jill

Good Fortune

I know you're expecting me to talk about the not-all-that-amusing practice of adding "in bed" to the end of a Chinese fortune cookie fortune. "You will meet a mysterious stranger" becomes "You will meet a mysterious stranger in bed", and "You will enjoy great success" becomes "You will enjoy great success in bed". Been there, done that. Besides, it doesn't really work with the pictured fortune. "You will be rewarded for your efforts within the month in bed?" That's kind of a mouthful. And speaking of which...

We were having lunch at a local Chinese restaurant. When we were done eating, the bill and the fortune cookies were brought to the table. Mine was unmemorable, and is long since forgotten. Jill, on the other hand, burst into peals of laughter upon reading hers. When she noticed the curious look on my face she slid the above fortune across the table. After I read it, she told me that she had mis-read it as "You will be rewarded for your efforts with your mouth."

-Jack

Another Backseat Story

I walk into the garage from the house, gently shutting the door behind me. The concrete is cold beneath my feet, and I wish I had put on my slippers. My robe hangs open, revealing my body beneath to nobody at all. As the Sunday morning sunlight shines through the window, I walk around my car and open the back door on the passenger's side. I drop my robe to the floor and climb into the car, and settle onto the soft seats on my hands and knees.

I love being in this position. Even though the garage is cold and the frigid morning air stings a little, it turns me on. For one thing, doggy style is one of my favorite positions. The thought of being filled by a man I can't see is so exciting. The animal passion of being fucked, hands holding my hips tightly, cock pounding me, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the small of my back...all of these things arouse me about the position I'm in.

Most of all, I'm turned on by the idea of Jack coming into the garage and finding me like this. The car door is open, and I'm already wet. I can't make it any easier for him than this. I even reach back and hold myself open. My touch feels good, and I rub my lips softly, then move to my clit. As I caress myself I imagine Jack crouching down behind me, savoring me with his hot tongue, and tracing the movements of my hand with his own.

My heart moves as quickly as my fingers do. My brain churns with the dirtiest scenarios I can imagine, and I can imagine a lot. I want to call out to Jack, but I can't make words. I want to go back into the house, wake him up, and lead him into the garage so we can have our way with each other, but there's no way I'm going to stop now. I'm close.

In a minute I am coming, and a minute later it's over. As my heartbeat slows, I lie down on my stomach, letting my legs hang lazily out of the car door. For a minute, I actually fall asleep - I am that relaxed. Then I go back inside, and join Jack in bed.

-Jill