We’d been asleep for an hour or so, Alex spooned up against me with her left arm thrown behind her, hand resting just behind my hip. After years of tying her up, I’ve come to enjoy the way she looks with her tits exposed, her chest and shoulders under the slight tension that comes with putting her arms back. I was warm and sleepy and she smelled great, and I felt my cock beginning to press into the small of her back. Far less than half awake, I buried my face in her hair and made a gentle moan into her ear.

I wasn’t expecting anything to come of it. I think I was already dozing again when something in Alex’s own sleepy chemistry made her turn her face toward mine and moan back. Blonde curls jumbled in her eyes, mouth somewhere between a lopsided smile and an exited “O,” she kisses me. Waking again, I put one hand on her face and kiss back, deeply, while running the other hand low over her body.

Kissing Alex is heaven, warm and sweet and arousing. Sleep falls away, replaced with handfuls of hair, her busy tongue and our quickened breathing. We untangle from the sheets and move closer, Alex grinding her pussy into my thigh while my hands run from her face to her tits to her ass.

Pulling back, Alex puts her hand on my chest, pushes me onto my back and grasps my cock tightly. Stroking me, she smiles and turns her face downward. I help her fumble off the pajama pants I wear to bed, and gasp as I feel her warm mouth slide over my tip. Alex has been experimenting with her technique lately, and she’s worked it out nicely where she can keep me just this side of exploding for, well, as long as she likes.

Since this can go on for quite a while, I usually tease her pussy with a toy or my hand while she’s sucking me.

Alex has been working on (and loving!) anal for the last few months; tonight, after rubbing her clit and slick pussy, I slip a wet finger into her ass. She moans hard, the sound made even more exciting by her full mouth. She presses back into my hand, grinding me deeper inside. After a few minutes of pumping and sucking, she catches her breath and says, “I want you to finish in my ass.” “Keep going,” I reply, and reach for the lube we keep near the bed.

Alex works my shaft in her mouth while I spread a handful of lube over her ass, flicking a finger in and out of her to spread some inside. (Seriously, happy anal means lots of lube – be generous with it.) I grab a handful of her hair and slide her mouth off my cock, easing her upright and then back into the spoon that started this. While she settles on her side next to me, I spread more lube up and down my shaft (don’t be fooled, saliva makes poor lubricant).

Once Alex was settled, I press the tip of my cock against her and push. Her asshole relaxes and suddenly I am inside. I fight the impulse to drive my whole length into her in one hard thrust. Instead, I gently ease more and more deeply. At halfway, her whole body shudders in an explosive orgasm and she draws the rest of me inside all at once. Once she’s started, Alex will just keep coming until we’re done (often for a while afterward, too). At this point, she’s wildly thrusting up and down my my shaft, out of control and lost in the moment.

Alex’s ass is incredibly tight. Fucking her this way leaves me balanced between the impulse to shoot my load inside her and the snug grip of her hole holding back my orgasm. When I do finally finish, it’s a violent, intense, massive release. I nearly lose consciousness as I fill her ass with a huge volume of cum, grinding my entire cock into her, all the way to the base.

We rock back and forth this way for a while until I start to soften and slide out of her. A quick washup and we’re back in bed, cuddled close. Neither of us fights the post-orgasm impulse to doze off in the quiet dark. Very soon, we’re asleep…

We did manage to sneak in some good sex. I will summarize the highlights:

• Morning sex before work. Why haven’t we been doing this more often? I woke to find that my panties were being tugged down my legs. I tend to sleep with my legs exposed, sometimes my ass, too. This must have been particularly inviting. By the time my eyes had opened, Jack was quickly inside my sleepy pussy, thrusting hard. He had showered so his dark hair was shiny and dangling over his forehead, his eyes were just about black with desire. He looks very French-Mediterranean just out of the shower and this is no small turn-on for me. My torso was still tangled in my sheets. I went straight from dreaming into orgasms. A few intense minutes, each of us conscious of the heavy commuter traffic he faced if he was too late. We kissed, he dressed, stopping to play with my toes as I luxuriated in the wrecked bedding. We kissed again and he was off to work. The morning was off to a glorious start. I enjoyed his scent on me all day. I was also nicely wet all day long.
• We had an overnight get-away without the children. This is where I was reminded that hot tubs are great for playing around with each other, but I find unless they are the type that really allow sitting or standing and a few good toe holds they’re not the greatest places for sex. Ahh well, soaking naked together in the bubbling water, drinking wine, slipping about and caressing were all good foreplay. Bobbing tits in a tight, white, soaking-wet t-shirt was also good fun in the tub. After drying off we found the bed surrounded by mirrors an interesting place. I rarely get a good look at Jack’s ass when he is on top. He really has a very nice muscular ass and long, sexy legs. Mmmm. Really firm pillows supported my knees and I had some fun pinning him to the bed for a change, too. He was one very happy boy.
• Thank any and all Gods for men that do oral until we can’t take anymore. That’s all I have to say on that right now or I might just have to excuse myself for a while.
• Toy news… the “Lexie” model pussy has started to tear at the tight hole. It is easier to slip onto Jack’s cock, which is not a bad thing. It is also easier for the material to give way and for him to slip out if I work it too far up, too quickly. Jack has not seemed to mind in any case. Let’s see if we can actually wear one out! We note that warming lube has a nice way of overcoming the coolness of the real-feel flesh.
• I have managed to take Jack’s entire cock inside of me anally! Yippee, and OMFG was that intense. I could not hold on for 10 seconds without coming, which in and of itself was amazing, as squeezing down hard on something that large and deeply inside of your ass is quite a sensation. Jack seemed almost overwhelmed, too. The base of his cock is significantly wider, if you can imagine that, so I was probably held open more than ever before. I have come to learn that a real cock feels a thousand times better in your ass than fingers or toys, although the little metal njoy plug is a close second for favorites. Fingers might be a bad place for some people to start with anal, as even short fingernails can be really uncomfortable. It is very easy to get scratched and hurt. Perhaps trying fingers with a good condom would be an alternative. I am pleased to note that I have no ill effects at all from our deep explorations. Lube is the key, I think.

OK time to get ready for date night. With any luck, I will have more to post very, very soon.

We’d taken the new sports car. It’s such a tiny thing that climbing in always reminds me a bit of restraints. Leather-padded bondage with a stick shift and room for two. Nice! I backed out of the driveway, Alex waving at the porch one more time before settling into the “just us” intimacy of the car’s cockpit. We turned toward home, an hour away.

We drove through a strip of neon bars and “gentlemen’s” clubs toward the on-ramp. I ran the engine up a few notches getting onto the highway, enjoying the raw power of the thing. We merged, and I worked on settling the car into a steady cruise while Alex turned to fish her purse out of the clutter collected on the laughably small back seat.

She rummaged quietly through her purse, eventually making a small “aha!” noise and lifting out a tangle of wires and hot-pink plastic that tugged at the corner of my eye. I turned and realized that my naughty girl had brought along her newest vibrator, and was tooling up to use it here in the car. Blonde curls tossing wildly, she gave me her best pirate grin and started unbuttoning her pants.

This vibrator is the “double-bullet” kind, with a control box and two long-ish leads connected to two powerful mini-vibrators. It’s excellent for stimulating two points at once, say a clit and an anus. It’s also good for couples play, one for you and one for a friend, which is what my Alex had in mind.

Pants and undies discarded on the floor, she eased the seat backward until she lay looking up at my face. I divided my attention between watching her set up the vibrator (one bullet slid between her labia, her eyes closing as she brushed her clit, the second bullet deeper into her pussy) and trying to pilot the touchy European muscle car on a eight-lane highway.

Alex picked up the little pink box, slid a switch, and gasped loudly as the vibrations hit. She tensed her back, and then slowly exhaled a moan, relaxing back into the seat. Her eyes found mine again as her right hand slid between her legs to start rubbing and teasing her clit. I drove, listening to her breathing and moaning as she fell into a long chain of orgasms. The smell of her pussy had completely filled the small space. I realized that my rapidly rising cock was trapped under my seatbelt.

I reached down into my jeans and unkinked my cock, freeing it to grow into a full erection. Watching this, Alex popped loose one of the vibrators and began pressing it against different places on the front of my jeans. Eventually, she found a spot right below the tip and the vibrations went through me like an electric shock.

The car swerved, just a little, as my cock began to throb with my rapid pulse. She worked the bullet up and down my shaft, alternating vibrator and fingers until I was near orgasm, and then backing off to slow me down. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that we were being passed a lot, and then I noticed I’d sort of forgotten about giving the car any gas. I goosed it, and soon we were pacing traffic again, just another car, don’t mind us. Alex threw her head back and moaned loudly as her bullet overwhelmed her one more time, nearby traffic oblivious to her pleasure.

We drove on through the night for another half hour or so, me balanced on the edge of coming in my jeans and Alex swept away over and over again, moaning and catching her breath, blonde curls over one eye and a flush on her face. We finally made it home, very late, the evening’s secret energy spent on passion and sweat. We kissed there in the dark driveway, leaning against the warm car, and then walked up our front stairs hand in hand, on our way to bed.

I have this fantasy of seeing Jack’s engorged cock working a pussy. I want to be within inches of the action. Given that mine is not detachable, I am going to need some help fulfilling this fantasy. I do want to see the head of his cock press against some delicate pink lips. I want to see him push inside those lips, forcing them open. I want to see his cock slip, consumed slowly by an eager wet hole. While he slides in, I want to see the pussy lips pulled ever so slightly inside, too, as his large cock drags past. Then as he pulls back out, shiny and wet, I want to see the lips pulled along his shaft, struggling to hold him and all of the juice inside. I want to see his cum dripping from her pussy. I want to lick it when it does.

We’re still, however, worried about getting someone else into bed with us, as there is inevitably some emotional/physical baggage that will hitch along. So, I thought, what about an artificial pussy, you know, practice? The stores you can walk into do not stock the large pussy and ass combos molded after some famous porn stars. We’ll have to mail order one of those (and we will). They did have a hand held model, made of the UR3 real-feel flesh and molded after Lexie Love. It would have to do, as I was not willing to wait.

I have to admit, I don’t just want to see Jack’s cock in a pussy, I want to smell it, taste it, feel it with my fingers and hear it. A toy has some drawbacks because there won’t be a girl pinning him under her. There won’t be her voice expressing her pleasure. I can’t kiss her, put my hand on the toy’s back and push her down on him, to press her breasts to him and ask her to lean in to taste his mouth.  A toy does not come with hands to guide his to her breasts. I won’t be able to watch her ass bounce on him.  I can’t join my hands with his on her ass. I can’t grab her hips and pull her onto him.  I can’t play with her back door. I want him to be crazed by watching girl-on-girl action live in his bed and he is invited to participate. I want to prepare her for him, getting her horny and wet. I want to hear him moan when he fully realizes he has himself a chance to thoroughly enjoy a whole new woman and a threesome. When he finally understands just how much I would enjoy it, I can’t wait to hear the sound of pleasure and relief that he can have this with no fear of hurting me. Ahhh.

Sigh, well, I made do.

Earlier, I made sure to wash off “Lexie” and place “her” in a very warm water bath. Most of the complaints about the masturbators is that they are not body temperature. The plastic flesh also has a scent. Some people found it off putting. I found it slightly sweet, almost perfumed, definitely the smell of an exotic long-chain monomer. The scent will apparently wear off (as will the pink coloring of the lips). The feel of it is very convincing, although the folds of the pussy do not give like a real one. You cannot pull back on the hood, for example and reveal a swollen clit. The interior is also ribbed for more friction, too ribbed for realism. The outer lips on this model are largely missing, so you do not have that swollen mound on either side of the pussy, where the interior parts of the erectile tissue of a woman are hidden. Note, the toy will not get wet on it’s own, so there is no such thing as too much lube.

Jack got me started with some oral and placing a bullet vibrator inside my lips. Next, I made him lie next to me so he could watch. I pulled out Lexie from where I was keeping her still warm, under my camisole, between my breasts. I put a little fruit-flavored lube on her lips and made a show of licking it off. I worked my tongue around the lips, around the clit. I pressed my lips to her to gently kiss and suck. Jack was clearly enjoying the show. I tongued her tight (!) hole a little. Then I covered my fingers and hand in lube. I fingered her hole, making her slick inside. I also reached down to rub lube up and down Jack’s hard member. For a moment, he could go from imagining to seeing me lick a pussy.

I had Jack lay back on the bed and I positioned myself kneeling between tense, muscular thighs. I played with his cock with my hand and then I took Lexie and just brushed her lips over his tip. She was soft, wet, tight and slippery, so I had to work to get the tip of him to slip into her hole for the first time. She was going to need to get stretched out a bit. When she slipped over his cock, his head was thrown back, eyes closed. He was writhing with pleasure. He let out an enormous exhale, “Ohhh.”

I used my mouth to lick the base of his shaft, tonguing the place where his cock met her lips. I also sucked and kissed his balls as I worked her up and down. Soon, she was stretched just enough to move her more easily and I began to really enjoy watching the show as I worked him. Jack moaned, groaned, rocked and said “Oh yes…” over and over. Listening to him, watching him I was having a hard time not coming. I did not want to miss a minute of what I was doing to him. His cock moving in and out of the stretched lips was a gorgeous sight. I could not help but touch and run my fingers along the point where he disappeared inside of her. The shape of the pussy when forced wide open to accept him, was delicious.

At times I would wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, only allowing his tip to penetrate Lexie. I could see as his tip worked in and out of the tight opening.  So for a few seconds, they could only fuck a little. He pushed up and I pushed Lexie hard against my hand. I imagined if she were a real woman, she would be begging for more, deeper. Then I flattened my hand and allowed her to sink all the way down, Her clit and outer lips grinding on my hand, pinning it between them. Every time I did this, Jack would arch his back and sigh contentedly. Periodically I would move her up to move in and lick, kiss and suck, then I would move out of the way and fuck him hard with her. One hand worked Lexie and the other explored them both. I could move her faster than a real woman, more like a mouth or a hand, or achingly slow.

Jack came hard. He came a lot. I pulled Lexie up and drank his cum eagerly. I licked it off of him, and her. Then I sank her back down onto him, to give him that delicious tight embrace of her pussy while he was still throbbing. I could feel him throbbing though her. I could see his balls move with the force of his ejaculation. I let myself go and came.

We both enjoyed Lexie twice last night. It was an erotic and satisfying experience. The second time, I made Jack come multiple times, probably more than he has come in a single session before. When I felt the ejaculation, I lifted her off and sucked him a bit. He was stunned and spent by the time I was (we were) done. It is an experience I highly recommend for any couple.

When Jack entered me there was a brief moment of intense pressure, it was not what I would characterize as pain. It is uncomfortable and it leads to a moment of indecision – Do I want to do this? I  continued and I was grateful that Jack was patient enough to go slow through this interval. I think if you are working with learning anal, develop some communication of when your partner needs to slow down and when they can proceed. After that sensation passed, within the first minute, I relax a bit more and everything feels wonderful. No, it is beyond that, it makes me have one continuous orgasm. Last night I added a vibrator up front to the mix and I think I might have blacked out for a bit there. I have to say that a real cock in your ass feels much better than any toy.

I have learned a couple of things beyond the need to work up to the size of the cock you hope to have in your ass. One, it helps to relax if I am already turned on. A fair amount of foreplay or some good old-fashioned cock-in-pussy fucking will go a long way here. Two, I need to be relaxed overall. I think if my legs or arms are under tension, it is going to be difficult to not also be tense everywhere. Tension might lead to a nice tight pussy, but may be detrimental to anal. My pussy gets wetter when I am bound up, my ass won’t. Combining anal with sensual bondage is going to be an exercise involving a great deal more mental discipline than I have now.

So now, three times in, I feel like we are well on our way to a whole new area of sex to explore. I can’t wait to try some new positions!

Alex and I can’t lay touching without building up sexual tension, and tonight is no exception. We’re cuddled close, and before long she is grinding her ass into my cock, making quietly breathless “Mmm” sounds as she moves against me. I’m hard quickly, and grinding right back against her ass with determined strokes.

At this point, it’s very late, and we’re tired. I’m expecting to either come all over her ass and thighs, or maybe have Alex change positions at the last second and swallow my load (Alex is a big fan of warm semen), followed by a peaceful night’s sleep. It’s at this moment that I notice how Alex’s breath catches each time the tip of my cock slides against her asshole. Fatigue falls away, replaced by excitement!

Alex has been practicing to have anal sex for the last few weeks. She’s progressed to the point where she can take in a medium-large plug (or a few fingers at a time) and enjoy the sensation. Tonight, she’s clearly enjoying the feeling of my tip pressing against her as we play. I decide to take her to the next level.

I reach for the bottle of lube that lives on our headboard and quickly make my cock, Alex’s entire ass and at least three of my fingers totally slick. I roll her slightly off her hip, onto her stomach, and begin teasing open her asshole. Alex relaxes slightly, and I pop into her with a finger, and then two more. She moans, and presses into my hand. I gently massage her anus, spreading her open until she’s drawn in the entire length of my fingers. She starts to come.

I gently withdraw my hand and move in behind her. Very slowly (the secret to happy anal sex is to do everything slowly), I press the tip of my penis against Alex’s asshole until I slide it into her. A second later, I’m halfway down the length of my shaft, urgently fucking Alex in the ass. She comes almost immediately, shuddering out a moaned “My God!” as her pussy clamps down over and over again, and her anus squeezes me tightly.

We lay on our sides and fuck for at least an hour. Eventually, I let go and filled Alex’s ass with a huge load of cum. She came over and over for nearly the entire time. When we’re finally done, we’re both excited: Alex’s first anal sex! We do a quick inventory, and she’s not just unhurt, she’s already begging for more.

It’s going to be an excellent weekend…

Jack and I go camping again. We have a very large tent that becomes an apartment when attached to our vehicle. It could accommodate many people and even allows someone as tall as Jack to stand up.

We arrive in a fairly secluded but well-accommodated camping ground, complete with electricity. To either side of us there are other campers, but through the brush and trees we can only hear them. The camp sites are open for viewing from the common roadway, and we occasionally pass our neighbors on the way to the amenities. There’s one attractive young couple to the north of us, and two attractive thirty-something women to the south. We manage to say “hi” in passing.

By the time the first evening comes around, we’ve grilled an excellent meal and tucked into a nice bottle of wine. We’re sitting close to the campfire, astride a picnic bench and facing each other. We start kissing and heavy petting, ignoring that we might be in full view of the road. The evening air is cool, but not cool enough to discourage mosquitoes, so we decide to move into the tent. We have the main room set up with a low table and cushions, with the mattress up inside the vehicle. It is cozy and we turn on a couple of electric lamps which illuminate and warm. We can hear the music from the camp site next to us. Why didn’t we think of a radio? Their music is distant but not bad.

Jack brought a plethora of toys to play with, one of which was a very sexy “truth or dare” game. No surprise, we always chose the dares which ranged from taking off articles of clothing to touching provocatively. “Move this article of clothing and lick someone.” “Kiss him/her here without hands.” “Open a button with your mouth.” The game never fails to excite.

Soon we’re on the mattress, rolling around and fucking away. Neither one of us is bothering to be quiet – we’re laughing, moaning and I am squealing. We’re away from home with no family to hear, so we can completely cut loose. The sound of the occasional well-placed swat and the resulting note of pleasure leave little to the imagination. Jack found that the SUV had many little hooks that provided great anchors for ropes with which to tie me up. The vehicle was moving and moving the tent with it. Somewhere in the fun, the music next door stopped.

The next late morning we decide to go for a short hike after breakfast. We pass the young couple at a scenic lookout. They recognize us, smile and say “Hi.” We wave and smile back. After a few hours, Jack decided we’d had enough of hiking and we went back to the facilities to shower together. The campground had nice private shower rooms with small dressing rooms attached. We soaped up, running our hands over each other until we were all covered in white foam and then decided to get in a quickie up against the wall of the shower. I am pretty flexible, so I stand on tiptoe for a while to accommodate Jack from behind. We were quiet, so no families would be disturbed. We came, rinsed and walked back to the camp site.

The music was playing again. We decided we were still very aroused and went inside the tent for some more petting, which led to some longer-term fucking, laying perpendicular, me on my back, lining up with Jack as he lay partially on his side. We can do this position comfortably for a long, long time. The tent would make occasional “twhap” sounds as the motion of the SUV make it flex and pop back into place. Although we are not screamers, we did not attempt to be quiet. The music next door had stopped again. Ravenous, we grilled up our dinner early, brewed a nice pot of strong coffee and lounged near the campfire to recharge.

Jack pulled a bottle of White Star out of the bottom of the cooler. He also had a sleeve of plastic champagne glasses. He assembled two and I giggled that he managed to pack them without my noticing. He said “I like how silly you get on champagne.” It is true, I am even less inhibited after a glass or so. A little while later our neighbors, the young couple, came walking over. He carried an apple pie and some paper plates. “Hi, we wanted to come over and share some dessert. You guys already ate dinner, too, right? We can’t eat this all by ourselves!” We were happy to help them with their pie. Jack offered coffee and champagne. They took us up on both.

We ate, drank and chatted into the early evening. The couple, Rachel and Nick, were young business professionals just barely in their 30s (although I would have guessed 20s), married for about 8 years. They also had a child, left at home with family. Rachel was a little bit taller than me, and slightly darker skinned, with medium-blonde hair to her shoulders. Nick was tall, with a lighter complexion, wavy light-brown hair, and fairly well built. They were easygoing and nice to chat with, but they did not seem to be very comfortable expressing affection in front of us. We, conversely were constantly touching, trying to keep it PG for our guests.

Again, the mosquitoes arrived. Jack said, “We have a nice large tent with a living room, you’re welcome to come inside and we can keep talking.” They looked at each other and agreed. Jack went in first to make sure it was “presentable.” We moved the party inside and everyone took up a spot on the floor of the tent, surrounding the low table, using the cushions scattered about. We continued to talk. Jack produced a bottle of white wine. Rachel and Nick had not camped much before, like us. I mentioned that we were still trying to figure out what to bring and do. We forgot a radio, but could hear their music and appreciated that they had it playing. Nick said, “You seem to be having a good time,” and smiled.

I immediately blushed and Jack rubbed my back and said “We like some time away together.” Rachel was looking at the box of “Truth or Dare” hanging in a mesh bag at the side of the tent. “Oh, that sounds fun,” she said. I looked over and said, “Well, yes it is, but it is R-rated.” She looked at me levelly “Is that bad, you know, among adults?” “No, not at all, would you two like to play?” Jack’s hand paused and he drew in his breath, surprised as hell that I said that. I added, “The dares can be just between couples…” She said, without blinking, “Alright.” We retrieved the box and set up the game.

We rolled dice to decide the order of play. Nick started. He chose truth, moved closer to Rachel and asked, “What is your favorite place to have sex?” She did not look up at him but took a drink. She said “The car.” “Really? That is nice to know.” He put his hand on hers. Jack and I exchanged glances. I was next. I chose truth and asked Nick, “Okay, what is your favorite place?” He looked me in the eye and said, “The shower.” Rachel said quietly, “Oh, yeah, that’s good, too.” Jack made an affirmative noise and gave my ass a pat. These two needed to have a little honest conversation. I went on, “They have some really nice clean, roomy showers here.” Rachel looked at Nick and smiled.

Rachel’s turn. “Truth. Alex, did you and Jack have sex in the shower?” “Yes.” Jack kissed my neck. She shifted a little, smiled and looked at her glass. Jack’s turn. He said “Dare,” and drew a card from the deck. “Remove something from someone using your teeth.” He looked me up and down and I did squirm a little self-consciously wondering what he would do. He moved forward, then leaned over me a bit to remove the pony tail holder, releasing my untamed hair. Rachel giggled and said, “That was too easy.” Jack looked over. “The game has just begun.” Everyone laughed and we all loosened up. The tent was definitely warming up.

After a few more rounds of fairly sexy truths like preferred positions and ideal fantasy dates, Rachel’s turn came up and she chose a dare. “Ask someone to compliment a part of your body.” She looked at each of us. She studied me for a moment and then asked Jack. Nick was a bit surprised, and I was instantly more aroused. Jack looked her over and she did not look away. He said, “You have nice legs.” “Chicken,” she said without hesitation. “I am a leg man, it is a compliment,” he replied. “Plus, I have not had a chance to see much else.” “The game is young,” I replied, touching his thigh.” Nick was clearly getting flushed, but it was not anger – he was staring at my tits, and then shifted to look at Rachel’s legs. “I have always liked your legs,” he said to her. She leaned to him for a kiss.

Jack picked dare, “Remove an article of clothing from yourself or someone else.” He dropped the card and immediately unbuttoned my shirt. I sat up on my knees. He then slowly opened it, ran his hands up my front pausing at my breasts, to slip his hands inside the top of the shirt. He slid it down my shoulders and arms. I was wearing a very tight, thin, sleeveless T underneath, but no bra. The T shirt had wrapped itself around my large breasts, shaping itself to my body. My nipples were hard. He discarded the shirt, pulled me towards him with a hand on the center of my back and kissed me. Nick sucked in breath and so did Rachel. Nick snatched up a card and said in a lower voice, “Dare.” “Kiss someone for more than 5 seconds below the neck.” He grabbed Rachel and kissed her on the neck and before we could protest that it had to be lower, he moved down, right between her C-cup breasts, his hands holding her arms at her sides. She arched her back and sighed. He was there for a bit more than 5 seconds. We watched as they were getting very aroused.

I was definitely wet, and convinced that Jack’s next step was to remove my shorts. My panties would have a growing wet area. My turn. I looked at each one of them, smiling as they waited for me to choose. “Truth,” I said. I paused again and they all looked at me expectantly. “Rachel, have you ever wanted to have sex in front of other people?” She was instantly breathless. “Yes.” Nick could not stop staring at the two of us. Rachel and I locked eyes and we both smiled. She inhaled and said, “We’ve been listening to you two having a good time over here and I have been thinking of it a lot.” “So that is why the music would stop.” “Yes.”

She grabbed a card, her eyes still locked on mine. She looked at the card, put it on the bottom of the deck, picked another. “Take off a piece of clothing.” She slowly took off her own pullover shirt to reveal a lacy, black bra. She had the complete attention of everyone in the tent. Jack, without picking up a card, said, “Dare…” and undid my shorts, laid me back on the cushions and pulled them off. There was no hiding any part of my arousal anymore. Nick said, “Dare” and removed Rachel’s pants. I laughed and said, “Dare” and removed Jack’s outer shorts. He was obviously hard. I moved in to straddle Jack, his hard-on in his undershorts grinding the wet area of my panties, and kissed him hard. His hands were up my shirt in a moment and it was whisked off over my head, freeing my breasts. I pulled off his shirt. Nick had removed all but his underwear he and Rachel were touching each other but watching us. We definitely did not care at this point. We were going to fuck, hard, and did not care who saw it. Actually, knowing that someone was watching was a major turn on.

Jack laid me back against the cushions and pressed down on top of me. I moaned and spread my legs for him. The ground was hard and Jack thought again, got up, took my hand and pulled me onto the mattress in the SUV instead. He removed my panties, his own shorts and pulled me on top of him as he sat with his back to the side of the truck. The nature of this mattress meant that I was given the extra couple of inches of support under my knees to straddle him and not have to crouch on my feet to move over him. I positioned myself over his cock and lowered myself onto him. His entire length slipped into my wet pussy very easily and he bottomed out inside of me. I arched back in pleasure. I bounced on him happily. He held my hips and he watched my bouncing tits. I felt someone come up behind me. Small delicate hands reached around in front of me to caress my nipples. I leaned back against Rachel. Her breath was hot in my ear. “You two are so hot to watch,” she whispered. I moaned and turned my head to the side. Rachel and I kissed. Nick positioned behind her, as she was up on her knees, behind me and between Jack’s legs. I could feel his hands graze my back as he ran his hands over her breasts. Jack was watching intently, moaning. His cock throbbed inside of me. His hands joined Rachel’s on my tits. Nick had obviously started fucking Rachel from behind and she began rocking against me, steadying herself with one hand on my hip. I leaned into Jack some more to give her room. Her other hand ran down my front, and fingertips grazed my clit and my pussy where Jack’s cock was sliding in and out. Jack felt this too and he obviously approved. One of his hands moved to my back, where he could periodically feel Rachel press against me. Nick was groaning and moving slowly in and out of Rachel and I felt his hand move to her breast then past my lower back to play with her clit. Her breasts were pushed against my back and she was moaning into my hair.

Nick shifted Rachel to lay her down on her back on the mattress and Jack moved his legs out the way and did the same with me. This mattress was bouncy and anything that any of us did, moved everyone. Jack entered me and Nick entered Rachel. My thigh was touching hers. My hands moved up over my head and brushed Rachel’s arm in passing. She also raised a hand and moved to hold hands with me. I turned to look at her and she was grinning at me. She was also regularly watching Jack and Nick. To get into a rhythm that was not disruptive on the mattress we all moved in unison, adjusting together to faster and harder thrusts. Rachel and I leaned in to kiss as the boys watched. We could feel their excitement and we kept it up until they came, again nearly at the same time. Rachel and I broke apart, came very loudly, and turned pay more attention to our partners.

We all moved to lay side-by-side a bit crowded on the mattress. Rachel and I were still sandwiched in the middle, but mostly facing away from each other. Wordless, we caressed our husbands. We all fell asleep in a pile. We woke up a short time later to feel a bit too cold to be naked. Nick and Rachel retired to their own tent. We planned to meet and go out someplace local for breakfast. Everyone had booked another night at the campground.

I was going wild and enjoying every minute of it. Normally girl-on-girl porn gets me going for one of two reasons: it shows me something I did not think of to try (nice outfit…) or I know Jack is getting off and is about to fuck me silly. Occasionally there is some move, some scene that is so hot that I am completely turned on, too. This was one of those scenes. I cannot fully explain why.

Nearing the end of the scene they were lying on their sides, spooning and the girl behind had her hand reaching around to rub between the closed legs of the girl in front. It was girly. Her hand was moving gracefully, gently exploring her shaved mound and lips. She extended one well-manicured finger to explore inside her slit to rub her. She increased the speed and force of her finger’s exploration. Then she used two fingers. The girl in front was moaning, practically purring and grinding back against her. It was erotic and it was beautiful. It was fucking art — literally. I came. By this time Jack was between my legs, probing with his tongue. I grabbed the remote and rewound the entire scene. He must have really liked it, too, as he instructed me to go all the way back to the beginning. I came repeatedly.

So far, I am not convinced this is compatible with marriage — at least not our marriage. Some people seem perfectly happy with their alternative relationships, many were not. I have to admit I am too educated in virology/bacteriology and epidemiology to casually dismiss concerns about disease. I am also a parent, so concerns for my health are matched with a need to be healthy and available to my kids well into their adulthood (and to leave them an healthy inheritance).

I was not thrilled by the average local swinger club. Here I found a number of “houses” where people could gather in a somewhat tired-looking environments to meet up with other members. The club would have you call as a couple, get an “invitation” to a party and pay a membership fee. Then you pack clothing, your own beverages, toys and what have you and arrive at your pre-arranged date to conceivably to participate in group sex, trade partners, watch or just have sex with each other at the party. So far as I could see, the houses themselves were sordid. If I am aroused enough I can have sex anywhere. If I am planning an encounter, I would like the place to be a bit less stale. Even if I was going to have an environment where the entire place is one real live fuckfest in which to get nasty with my husband, I would like for it to be either totally bohemian or a little more sybaritic. I think a bar with a skilled bartender would be nicer than a cooler of hard lemonade. Perhaps even snacks to keep up the energy? Perhaps more “destination” parties would be much more appealing. Vegas and the Caribbean come to mind…

Next I explored the blogs of open marriages, that regularly dabble in extramarital liaisons individually and occasionally together. In some cases the individual affairs occurred when the group event was no longer the new rush. Often, the writing represented the perspective of one partner, so some critical information on dual satisfaction was missing. Regularly, the writer did mention times when boundaries were crossed and conflict ensued.

I wonder if you are really going to make one-sided relationships with people for a rush, isn’t it like a drug? Won’t you want it to keep getting more titillating? Won’t sneaking out on your partner or maybe having the encounters you do not have sanctioned become the next logical step in this process? It seems that breaking the “rules” set down in the beginning as boundaries for the activity were now reaching a point where they were the new, tantalizing forbidden fruit. Now he was sneaking out, doing chicks at the office, having secret partners, and/or or looking at her non-swinger friends with an eye for seduction. He was less concerned about her opinion of his partners. She was seeking her long-term boyfriend in new secret ways, more intimate places, secretly fucking her boss or slyly dabbling in the guy next door. She was craving more time with these men in more dangerous or un-agreed to ways and feeling betrayal if her casual flings had other casual flings.

It was not surprising at all to find that hurt feelings were occurring within many of these arrangements, even though all of them insisted the lifestyle prevented them. These feelings did not seem all that different to me to those you might have if your partner in a closed marriage cheated.

I thought the nearly universal “don’t fall in love, or stop seeing them,” rule was jarring. Jack had an interesting observation: if one of the rules is “break it off if you fall in love,” what part of themselves is this person denying, crushing by doing that? What are you doing to yourself if you regularly open up to the possibility of love and then kill it? It seems that the natural human inclination to bond would get burned out. I don’t think I could completely detach emotionally from anyone that I had fucked repeatedly and had come to crave. At some point he/she would start talking about his/her life and at some point Jack or I might start to give a shit. That sounds like dangerous ground.

Other possibilities for a dedicated couple are encounters with clean and experienced professionals that practice total detachment and strict boundaries. I saw an interesting episode of the Diary of a Call Girl. Here Belle and Ben helped a couple get reconnected, by essentially starting them in a foursome. Early into the swapped-couple foreplay, the husband could not take his eyes off of his wife. He stood up and joined his wife in the bed and Belle and Ben carefully withdrew, watched and pretended to do the same on the same bed. The couple had the foursome excitement, but renewed their attraction to each other.

Other intriguing idea is to attend sex parties for the ability to watch others and fuck each other in public. Here I think the environment might be exceptionally stimulating if the expectations of each person were clearly outlined ahead of time. It might be very good fantasy fodder. Again, I am sure Vegas would oblige.

I might like to have encounters with a couple that is also strictly monogamous, but interested in frankly sexual content, discussions and in separate, parallel play nearby. Making love in the presence of others that are clearly in love with each other and also enjoying each other would have its own distinct thrill.

I have more research to do.

More later