Nope, we’re still here! We’re still very, very aroused.

Life got in the way of blogging, blog surfing, generally everything not mission-critical. I have some partial posts ready, and I promise to take the next couple of weeks, to finish them.

After a very intense election season, work became very overwhelming. On the up side, I am largely done with all projects for the year. We finished up the work and had a nice long family vacation in which we did nothing but become tan and relaxed on a tropical island. We have a few smaller grown-ups-only events planned, too, which should be excellent for generating content.

So check back soon and I will fill you in on our explorations of pop-rocks, couples-only retreat locations, and chocolate frosting, among other things.

Happy (and deeply satisfying) Holidays!

So we have had a couple of weeks largely consumed by other life events and chores.

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.

So you’ve heard, I had my first official anal! O_M_G, who knew it would be that amazing? Really, it is amazing enough that I want to tell people — vanilla friends, the person in line in front of me… I want a t-shirt announcing it. Of course I won’t, but WOW! The orgasm is amazing. As my pussy starts to pulsate, so does my ass, but it is very tightly full and there a lot of resistance. It makes the orgasm harder, more intense. I thought I might feel otherwise empty since there was no vaginal penetration. Nope – I feel filled all over. When Jack comes, his cock’s pulsations are unbelievable. I haven’t felt them that intensely before, except of course when he is in my mouth.

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!

We saw some porn together the other night. We had already had an hour of sweaty fun. Jack was behind me, playing with my still quivering pussy. He was playfully fingering when this couple of blondes appeared on the screen and started hot and heavy. There was something about them. Sure they were both cute, stunning really. This is not uncommon with porn. One was clearly more dominant, but the other was not unwilling. Something this time was different. Maybe they just really for once looked like they were enjoying each other, horny for each other. They were not just playing it up for a camera, in a way that they figured a man wanted to see. Well there was a lot of the obligatory passionate kissing and lots of attractive pussy eating. They did take turns, but it was not forced. They seemed to want to eat, taste, lick, and caress each other. They enjoyed making their partner crazy.

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.

I did some research. This time my topic was the swinger lifestyle. Given our penchant for getting hot and talking about other sex partners coming to play, I thought I would look into it.

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.

On men, I like chest hair and leg hair. I don’t understand men waxing or shaving their hair off unless it is for aero/hydrodynamics or protection from hair-grabbing equipment. Men should look like there is testosterone surging through them. They should look all grown up and ready for experienced, skilled, fun.

There is nothing wrong with a little grooming, of any hair. I am not as fond of facial hair. Even unruly eyebrows are a bit unappealing. There is no body hair that can’t use a bit of a trim here and there.

Head hair? I like men with thick, dark hair that is a tiny bit long. Hair loss issues? Forget the horrible comb-over. Shave the rest bald, it is totally hot and I think overcomes that “looking older” thing that happens when hair-loss advances.

I love the way Jack’s dark, glossy chest hair is so obedient. It lines up perfectly, or as he says, “it has a grain.” It is a well-groomed map pointing a tantalizing path down to his cock. I like to run my fingers through, grab and pull on it. It is great fun to play with in the shower. I soap it up and write messages or little pictures with a finger. He closes his eyes and tries to read what I am writing. I also love to run my flat hands up his stomach and chest, right in the middle, when it is glistening with sweat. I delight in trying to disrupt the map, hide the path pointing to my personal playground.

I also like to have a last good hair grab during sex of the thick, chestnut-brown hair on his head. He warns me before he is about to get another ivy-league cut for work, so I can have another last good, fingers-wrapped-in-it tug.

Conversely, I prefer now that there is hardly a hair on my body, other than fine, nearly colorless fuzz, from the neck down. That reminds me, I was thinking I would go for a wax this week.

I have learned that I have a critical mass while watching porn. It has to be the good kind – with the sexual activity not clearly fake and very little of the stupid dialog. There is a point where I have been watching tits bouncing and men slam their dicks against nice tight round asses for long enough that it makes me just lose control. I don’t even have to be touched or moving, I just lie there and come.

I think I understand the attraction to some porn where there is just a bunch of violent jackhammer fucking, I like a hard fucking, but that is not necessarily exciting for me to watch. Ditto anything with real violence, not sexy. There was one the other night where the action was believable and the guy was very energetic and enthusiastic. He did not just fuck her a lot, he ran his hands all over appreciatively. He was even kind enough to spank, caress, kiss and nibble on her ass while she was sucking him. When he played with her tits, he looked like he liked to explore them, he did not just look like he was trying to pop water balloons. He gave her a reach around while he fucked her from behind, thoughtfully giving her clit a little attention. Yeeeesss.

I also like when the guy makes pleasure sounds. It makes it seem like he is having a good time and not just getting his rocks off in some otherwise unappealing chick. I also learned that the final release where you are just waiting for two people to finally hook up is pretty satisfying. You just want her to finally get fucked, you don’t care if it is the guy she arrived with or the guy sex-crazed in the next room with the hot wife helping. When she finally came, I came.

I am sitting, working, on a job that requires deep analysis of thousands of points of complex and if not careful, misleading data.

Bad girl that I am, I decided it was time to have a little extra internal exercise. Two lovely little glass balls have never been so darn distracting. I thought it was unlikely that they would cause an orgasm. Surprise. Luckily I am in the home office with no meetings so if I lean way back and come, no one else (well except you) will know.

I will have to review my work tomorrow.

All week, I’ve been really into pulling on a huge handful of Alex’s hair while I’m fucking her. I particularly like it when she’s on her knees. She’ll be face-down on the bed and I’ll slowly run my hand up her spine, grab a handful of blonde curls and tip her head waaay back. Inevitably, every time, her pussy clamps me like a vise and her breathing gets ragged, which I take to mean that she’s been into it, too. It really is the little things you enjoy…

I had lunch with Jack his office recently. As much as we would have liked to, we really did not have a chance to fool around. I found myself driving around all aroused thinking about him. It occurred that I had to have some interesting facial expressions while I was driving. Sure enough, at a light I was listening to a very sexy song and wiggling in my seat. I had my hand in my hair and my head thrown back with my mouth open. I realized I was being watched by people on both sides, a utility truck driver and a landscape crew. I blushed and got back in control of my public persona

More later.