In any case, here be SEX! You’ve been suitably chastened.

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…

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!

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.

Although nature has taken me out of play for a couple of days, I made sure Jack was going to have a good time. The male masturbator we used is not the “fleshlight” kind. It’s soft and tube-shaped, which I find has a certain distinct advantage. As I was having an orgasm myself from watching the lips of the toy move up and down Jack’s incredibly hard cock, I had such a bright idea! It seemed unfair that Jack wouldn’t feel my orgasm, despite hearing my happy sounds. So, I decided to try to simulate an orgasm with the toy.

Great idea! The soft material allows me to make it shudder, and with two hands I could make it contract in a sequential way, like the contractions that move up and down inside me during a real orgasm. It worked. Jack said, “It feels like it had an orgasm.” Success! Take that, fleshlight!

An intimate dinner party or a nice dinner with another couple is also nice. The intellectual stimulus and the inevitable laughing all prime me for sex later.

2. Favorite sex position?
This seems to be changeable. I used to really like to be on top, straddling Jack, facing him. I think in the early days with Jack that meant I exercised some control. Now lately he occasionally uses some power positions, like a modified missionary, where I am dangling off of the side of the bed, or tied and bent face down over the end of the bed. These are really appealing to a deep-seated submissive need of mine. I also have always been a fan of plain old doggy style when the penetration is deep and hard. On sleepy mornings we lie nearly perpendicular, Jack on his side and me on my back. That one is comfortable and has just that perfect amount of grinding. It is easy in that position to reach down and feel him entering me with my fingers, too.

The best sex is whenever we simply jump each other, desperate for a good fucking. I just want him in me, on me, fucking something, RIGHT NOW. That is the kind almost worth putting sex off for a day or two until we’re good and desperate.

Favorite fantasy position? Being eaten or played with by a girl while Jack has his way with her and me or perhaps I am between his legs playing with both of them while she is on top.

Mmmm, I need a moment.

3. Favorite toys?
Ooooh, I am enjoying each and every toy almost to excess. Vibrators are really just wonderful. Bullets, rabbits, whatever! I am sure I can find a nice place for anything you can think of in couples play. Strangely, I am not all that interested in playing with them while alone. I suppose if there is a time Jack is actually away… Well, we will have to see. Oh! I bet they would be awesome in phone/video sex. I like the ben wa balls while alone! I guess the only limit I have is size – there’s nothing about a 14-inch cock that doesn’t say “ouch” to me. I am not a big girl.

The njoy is fucking amazing. Really, that one is almost too much to take. There is not a moment when I am not coming, recovering or building to come again when that toy is in my ass. I still feel throbbing in my ass long after it has been removed. If that little plug is in my ass and Jack fucks my pussy with literally anything, I come immediately and really, really hard. I am absolutely out of control.

I have also become fond of the play pussies – watching, licking, and moving one of those over Jack’s cock is a real  treat. The way the lips move and drag up and down his cock is mesmerizing. He likes it, too (I can tell).

4. Sexy things that attract you?
Confidence, carriage. When a guy looks like he knows who he is and in happy with his place in the world it just oozes from him and grabs my attention immediately. If he is not a total dick, he keeps my attention. Broad shoulders don’t hurt, either. Chest hair, just peeking above a shirt is hot, too.

I am not attracted to women, per se, but there is this move that women do occasionally, where long hair cascades over their face as they are looking down. Sometimes they have to smooth it back. I find myself staring at that.

5. Do you lean more toward being submissive or dominant?
Sexually, I think that one is obvious. In business I am definitely dominant. I own my own business and in my daily dealings with others I control a lot. In bed I want to be taken completely. Lead me to bed, take off my clothing, push me down, tie me up, spank me pink, make me beg, tell me what to do, hold me down and fuck me to exhaustion. Whee!

6. What do you wear to bed?
I used to wear nothing. Then children made that inadvisable. Now panties, a loose deep-V T-shirt, a camisole or something similar will do.

7. Are you exhibitionist?
Physically, probably not. I am also not interested in seeing pictures or video of myself. Even when I was young with the pre-pregnancy, tight, athletic body and perfect skin I was indifferent to pictures or videos of me. I am not sure that anyone else cares to see a picture, either. However, horny enough, I guess I just would not care who is watching as long as I am getting sex and lots of it. I do want to share what is in my head.

8. Have you or a partner ever faked an orgasm?
I haven’t. I have always been a little too orgasmic. Any sex play will do to get me off at least once. I don’t know that anyone has faked one with me. With a condom, I suppose it is possible, even for a man. I usually can keep going long enough that even a desensitized male generally has time to get off. I don’t think I have ever been to bed with someone that wasn’t fully turned on, again hard to hide in a man. I have known some occasions when the guy just did not have more to give, but had sleepy fun for a while anyway. We did not have to fake anything to just agree that it had been nice but we were both spent for the night.

9. Unusual thing that turns you on?
For some reason I am horny after some movies. I don’t know why and there is no gauging what kind of move will set me off. There is something that makes me all ready to go. It does not have to be in a theater. A movie at home, at a friend’s house, a park will all do, too. Personally I am not all that fond of theaters, mostly because of the strange smells, sounds and habits of the other patrons.

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.

One evening Jack and I were working alone. We had just managed to transfer an enormous document over the network from my system to his for editing. I was fairly well exhausted and slumped in my chair. He came over and massaged my shoulders. Something about his touch was electric. I started to sweat a little, and I began to tremble. Jack noticed. Suddenly he leaned in to give me a kiss. He took a chance, not knowing that I was very interested in him. I kissed back. Around 7 years of pent up interest, curiosity, and passion was transferred in that kiss. It was a long and deep. I would not have been able to stand afterwards, weak in the knees would have been the least of my problems. He pulled away and we just looked at each other. He sank to a chair next to me and and said nothing. I turned to face him and said “This is going to be complicated.” We were both healing from the break-up upheaval of other relationships, with people we both knew fairly well.

Soon after the kiss we would sneak out of the apartment and later my house every night, usually somewhere between 1 and 3 a.m. We’d find a secluded country road. My little red car happened to have quite a large cockpit area so there was room for two on the front passenger seat. We would be so hot for each other that the car would already be steaming up on 3 or 4 mile drive the drive to the right spot.

Usually before I pulled over to park, Jack’s hand was down my pants and he was fingering my soaking wet pussy. Ever since then I’ve had a fondness for being fingered with my clothes on; it brings back that sense of an illicit liaison, not being able to wait one more second. I would have had his cock in my hand if the car was not a stick shift…  Once I did pull over, it did not take long before my clothing was on the floor or the back seat. Usually my shirt was still on, but my bra was either removed or open. I wore a lot of tiny, lacy front-closure bras back then! I would quickly climb on top, impale myself on Jack and we would fuck until the car was hot. In the winter the windows would be frosted over on the inside. The arm rest on the door and the center console pocket were amazingly good (and durable) knee supports. We were frequently passed by farmers and others using the country roads. I don’t think anyone mistook us for people having car trouble. Besides the silhouette of a half-naked girl bouncing on the passenger, I am sure the car was seriously rocking.

The car offered fairly limited options for sex positions, but we definitely tried quite a few. We tried the back seat and even the floor of the back hatch. It turns out that automotive carpeting is very abrasive. Live and learn. The upshot of what had to have been over 200 girl-on-top car fucks, we had a long time where actually having an opportunity to adopt the missionary position was a bit of a luxury and novelty.

I am definitely thinking that the new little red sports car needs to drive to a country road (much longer trip) on one of our date nights.

Have a good weekend!