Power Lunch

We are very excited about this post. Some wonderful friends of ours have graciously agreed to write a few entries on our behalf. It's a fantasy written from my point of view, but it's not too far off from something that may (hopefully!) transpire. Maude and I work downtown, only a few blocks from each other, and we regularly meet for lunch. Today was one such occasion, and I'd be lying if I said the following scenario didn't cross my mind as we casually ate sandwiches amidst the midday rush. Perhaps this entry should be considered more of a manual than a fantasy. [And to our friends: thank you for penning this; we look forward to more!]

The best thing about my new job location is that it puts me closer to Maude's work place. We were able to meet up for lunch for the first time this week. Being able to see my lovely girlfriend is a great way to break up the work day. It's a great perk of this job...although not as perky as Maude's breasts in a form fitting white button down shirt.

We met at a cafe for lunch. After we ate, we had about 15 minutes to kill before heading back to work. "Let's walk around the block," Maude said. The sun was shining and I was admiring Maude's ass in her black skirt when we rounded the corner and stopped short. We were on a street we hadn't seen before. We were amazed to see a heavily forested park right in the city.

No words were needed. I checked my watch. Ten minutes. We grabbed each other's hand and went in. The sounds of traffic died away and even the sunlight faded. Other pedestrians strolled past us. Then we saw our spot. Maude reached out and pushed aside branches. Inside was hollow. Leaves and branches protected it all around. We could see people walking by but they couldn't see us. I suddenly realized my cock was straining against my pants so tightly it almost hurt. Maude pulled me in. Neither of us could quite believe what we were doing. I could hear the footsteps of people walking by. Maude lay on her back on the ground. We kissed and I reached up her skirt and pulled aside her panties. I fingered her sopping wet pussy while I unzipped my pants with my other hand. I could catch drifts of conversation from nearby pedestrians. I could see all the details of their footwear. I could see Maude also watching and noticing how many people were walking by. The heightened self-consciousness made us like we were fucking for the first time. I unbuttoned Maude's blouse. Her bra unhooked at the front and within another second her breasts were bare.

Trying not to rustle branches, I knelt between Maude's legs. I froze when I saw someone approaching walking a dog. Would the dog see us? Smell us and dive into the brush, dragging the owner along? My bare cock was rock hard and throbbing in front of me. Maude's legs were wide open and her glistening pussy was on display. We did not breathe.

The dog continued on. I thrust my cock in and Maude arched her back and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was so hot and wet and I knew she wanted me to thrust as hard as I could. I bit and sucked her nipples. She squeezed her legs around me as tightly as she could. I saw a couple heading down the path and it seemed the closer they came toward us, the closer I got to orgasm. I kissed Maude and when I heard their footfalls just a foot or two away, I exploded into Maude. We remained locked together and spasming until our bodies completely relaxed and the couple had disappeared.

It was time to go back to work.

TMI

1. If your partner buys you a sexy little "something" is it a present for you or for your partner?
Hmmm... I guess both. But I also don't think we have ever done this for each other. I would love if Tim could pick out something we both would find sexy (and my right size!!).

2. What are 3 characteristics of "your type"?
a) Facial hair. Not necessarily a full beard, but I like stubble.
b) Sense of humor
c) Outgoing personality

3. On a scale of 1-10, how good a cook are you?
I love to cook. LOVE to cook. One of my favorite blogs used to be "Cake and Cock (what happened??? ) I think I'm pretty good when I'm allowed in the kitchen.

4. Tattoos: Love them or hate them.
I don't think I'm the tattoo type. I like them on men, not really on women. It just looks funny when you see a woman in a black cocktail dress or business suit and they have a butterfly on their ankle.

5. Stubble: Good or bad?
On me- horrible.
On Tim- it makes me so hot I can barely contain myself. He has no clue how sexy I find this and no clue how well he wears it.

Optional:What are a few of your favorite things (both sexual non-sexual)?
Jazz/blues (what a great answer Rae!!)
Chocolate
Red wine
Candles
Oral sex
Christmas time
Friends/family
Cooking with Tim
Sex
LOST
Jameson Shots with a Miller Light
New underware
Beaches
Traveling
Live music
Payday
Mr. Clean Magic Scrubbers
Being on the pill
Happy hours
Coconut scented shampoo
Sleeping in
Going to baseball day games
Dior mascara
Birds of Paradise
Moonstones
Anal beads
Spitzbuben
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Vanilla Sugarfree Nonfat lattes
Farmers markets
Carmex
NPR
Fish Tacos
Ernest Hemingway novels
Pottery
Vibrators

Wish List

This is what I want for Christmas.

The Spare Bedroom

Last night Tim and I were in the living room, watching TV, and drinking wine and each of us were on our laptops. We were watching Charlie Brown's Christmas special. Apparently we were both looking at porn and reading blogs. And soon enough we were seated next to each other and only using 1 laptop to watch the same porn. Tim is currently on a mission to find porn for me (I love pretty much all porn, but right now I would really like to see a man and a woman FUCK and when he comes, I want to see him come inside her and I want to see his O-face and I want to HEAR him. Lots of moaning and grunting would be great). So anyway, we were looking for that. And everything in the meantime was turning both of us on. And pretty soon, Tim's hand was in his pants and my hand was in my pants and I think we could have just come from masturbation, but since we are currently on our "winning streak", we didn't want to break it. So...
Maude went into the spare bedroom and laid on the floor in the dark and took off all of her clothes. The door faces the living room and the spot where Tim was sitting. She told him that her legs would be spread wide open and whether he was ready in 5 minutes or an hour, he could come in at any time and fill her pussy with his cum. It took him about 10 minutes and Maude had been playing with herself the entire time. Even the sound of his footsteps and the anticipation of his cock had her quivering. He knelt in between her legs and she never opened her eyes. She heard him stroking his cock and felt a couple drips of pre-cum. The second he bent forward and pushed his cock into her, she came.

My Winning Streak

Tim and I have turned into nympho's. It must be living together (alone) again, but even before, we never went 5 days in a row without a break. For some reason lately we have been hornier than ever.
I love Tim... he always seems so innocent when we go to bed... brushes his teeth, washes his face, gets a drink of water, wears boxers and a white T-shirt, crawls under the covers, tells me he loves me... then when I hop in, he is all hands all over me. I love it.
Nothing crazy this past week- he let me fuck him while I was on top (he doesn't particularly like this position) which I found AWESOME. Doggy-style and missionary were the norm, with a little ass play for both of us.
There is something new though... my g-spot has sort of "disappeared". So lately we have sex and then I try to have an orgasm by masturbating while Tim's cock is still inside me (but after he has come). This is an incredible sensation for me. I really like feeling his cock become flaccid and start to fall out of me and while there is cum leaking onto my fingers. Or when he sticks a finger inside of me and feels his cum.
hmmmmm... I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

Yum

So last night Tim and I were laying in bed, ready to fall asleep. He curled up next to me in the spooning position and I turned around to kiss him. We kissed a lot. Actually... we made out. When I finally reached down to touch his cock, he was throbbing hard. I kissed his cock and touched his balls when he asked if he could lick my ass. We both took off our pjs and began to masturbate. I asked him to tease my pussy a little bit by putting finger just outside of my hole. I wanted to feel that pressure there, but not finger fucking me. I wanted to really want it. And it didn't take me long to come at all. Once I did, Tim put me on all fours and crawled behind me to lick my come off my pussy. He started to lick and finger my ass. And then he lay down in between my legs so I was straddling his face which usually I don't like, but I was so close to coming a second time, I had to push that out of my mind. I was so turned on that even my own noises were hot to me. After some time in that position, it was Tim's turn to come. And I wanted his come badly. He straddled me - and jerked off onto my tits. And when he came, he came with such force, that it was in my hair and belly button and everywhere in between.

Breaking It In

Over the past couple days, we've undergone a big change - we moved! In addition to the new location, we also have a brand new bed. This is something we've looked forward to for a long time. It's huge, it's ridiculously comfortable...and it needed to be christened!

Here's a shot of Maude's boobs as she lays naked in our bed for the first time. She was rubbing herself and getting ready for the maiden voyage. Who knows what wonderful stories this ship will live to tell. Anyone want a boarding pass?

Penises and Tires

I know we're way overdue to post the final pic due to the Red Sox winning last week. Maude and I are currently on very different work schedules - I'm out the door before she's awake, and she comes home not long before I start to get sleepy. I've been turning into an old man over the past couple weeks. The effects of a hearty World Series celebration affected me for days, so I guess I just don't recover like I used to. There's nothing like the aftertaste of champagne and victory cigars on a Monday morning. Yum!

So I'm posting this pic from last week. I was running errands during my lunch break and figured that the one thing missing from my day was a self-cock photo. I couldn't get very hard, but it seemed like a fun thing to do nonetheless. It should be noted that at the very moment this picture was taken, my car apparently had a flat tire. I didn't realize it until I had driven another few miles and thoroughly ruined the tire.

Did my naughty game cause the tire to go flat? Possibly. Maybe I'll have to conduct a series of experiments to figure that out. In any event, here is the result of Experiment #1.

Three Down, One to Go

As you may know, the Red Sox stretched their lead to three games. Tonight we salute Diasuke Matsuzaka, the winning pitcher. Well done, sir!

Una victoria más, por favor.

Sexy Sox Stuff

God Bless the Boston Red Sox. They won Game 2 of the World Series tonight, taking a 2-0 lead in the Fall Classic. In order to properly honor the BoSox, we are going to post a sexy pic of Maude for each of their victories, which hopefully means there will be two more. So here are the first couple installments, due to wins at Fenway last night and tonight. Enjoy!

You did what?! Oh, wait...

I just read Maude's post from this morning. I didn't make it to the second sentence because I was so shocked and, yes, excited that I immediately opened up a window to post a response. Only upon closer inspection did I realize the hypothetical nature of her post.

So what would Tim say? He'd think it's wild that one of us finally told a friend that we have a sex blog. Just knowing that somebody is scouring the Web to read our most personal thoughts - and see our pics! - would drive me absolutely nuts. Obviously, I know Maude wouldn't confide in someone who might tell others, no matter how much wine or tequila is consumed. I'm smirking at the thought of being out with a group of people, one of whom has literally seen all of me, but she doesn't say a word to anyone. It's our little secret. I'm assuming it would be a woman, but maybe that's not the case. I'd be a bit uncomfortable if a guy knew, so for now maybe we can limit it to the fairer sex.

So, yeah, I'd be okay with it. I think.

Do you have somebody in mind?

What Would Tim Say...

If I told him that I told a friend of mine about this blog (but not how to find it)?



I didn't, but I am interested in his reaction.

W'zah??

Okay, a couple things...

First of all, m'dear, I'm 100% enthused to hear you describe yourself as an in-the-making anal sex pro. I never thought I'd hear you say that, and it's very, very exciting. Yay for butt-lovin'!

Secondly, your dream. Are you serious? Ha, ha! Wow, that is shocking! Really, it is. I almost don't know what to say. I think it's awesome when you have dreams like that, no matter who it involves. But it makes it even better when you decide that I should hear about said dream on the Internet. You fucking rock.

Some updates

I think I am turning into an anal sex pro. We've done it several more times now since my last post. I wish I could tell my girlfriends about it. Well, I probably could, but... eh... I won't. Unless I get really drunk at a passion party. And then I'll have to move away and find new friends.

Tim bought a new porn the other day. We haven't watched it yet. But I really want to. I love porn.

I masturbated in the shower yesterday.

I had a dream that Tim and had sex with "roommates" of ours. I haven't told him about it yet. They were faceless in the in my dream. And it wasn't really even detailed. In fact, it was more about the aftermath. I felt guilty about it in my dream. And I woke up with a really horrible feeling about it.

I don't want to have sex with them.

TMI

1. What is one thing a your significant other could do to you to rock your world?
I've been fantasizing about having "unsure sex". Unsure sex is the kind where it's probably the 1st time with each other... your nervous but neither of you is going to say "no", or "let's wait". It's slow but it's not quite making love. It's him backing you against a wall and slowly unbuttoning your shirt while you kiss. Its him lighting cupping your breast over your bra. It's the kind that has you breathing really hard.

2. Which super power (ability to turn invisible, ability to read people's thoughts, or invulnerability) would you take and why?
I would be able to turn invisible. That way I could always be a fly on a wall if need be and wouldn't need to read people's minds. Plus it would really freak out my friends. Ooooh- where's Maude?

3. Would you rather be tied up or tie someone else up? Why?
I would like to be tied up. Another fantasy that I haven't played out is to have my hands tied over my head on a headboard. And blindfolded. I guess this has something to do with my secret want to be dominated. As a woman who was raised by a femi-nazi mother, I am not supposed to want to be dominated. But I do.

4. What is your best physical and non physical asset?
My best physical asset is my boobs. I love my boobs. Ask any of my friends, I am constantly grabbing them. I love cleavage, I love bras, I love hard nipples. I LOVE BOOBS!!
My best non-physical asset is my incredibly awesome personality.

5. If they were naming new Dwarves beyond the seven what would your name be and why?
I don't know. Maybe Maudie the boobie grabber.

Bonus: What's the most embarrassing thing you ever bought?
Baby food, condoms, a pregnancy test, and wine. Baby food was a joke when I realized exactly what I was carrying. Pregnancy test was not for me, but the wine and condoms were. And yes, I did get some looks at the check out counter.

Anal Sex Part II

I did it again.

Ever since my last post... you know... the one about rimming...and ass play... I have been thinking about trying anal sex again. And last week we had our chance. It was a Sunday afternoon and we had been watching football and drinking beer. We came home afterwards to shower and change to meet friends for dinner. I went into the shower first and when I returned to the bedroom, I found Tim naked and standing at the door. He dropped my towel and turned me around towards the bed. "I want to fuck your ass", he whispered in my ear. I crawled onto the bed and presented my ass and pussy to him. I think that took Tim a little by surprise. I'm not sure he expected my eagerness. He put on a lubricated condom (I don't think want Tim to cum inside me yet), licked me until I was ready, and aimed for my hole. It took 3 or 4 thrusts to get inside and that hurt. But once he was in, I was ok. I played with my clit a little, but I quickly realised that I wasn't going to be able to cum from that until he was done. Not that I was in pain, but it definitely wasn't pleasurable for me. But since we had anal sex again, we have incorporated anal play into our normal sex routine and I think that is fantastic. I hope Tim posts about our search for his g-spot (prostate). The couple times that I have fingered him while watching him jerk off has produced such huge amounts of cum that I really think we are close (if not already there) to finding it. While I love anything that makes Tim drop to his knees, anal sex probably won't make me drop to my knees anytime soon...

My unmentionables

We had the house to ourselves last night which made for "different than usual" sex. There was something that I had been thinking about trying lately and I finally worked up enough nerve to ask Tim for it.
Ass play.
(Those words are making me giggle right now as I type it... I'm pretty sure I didn't called it "ass play" in bed last night).
Oh My God- was it incredible! We started out with me laying on my stomach and he kissed my backside. And then there was tongue. And tongue trying to get inside me. And I was not used to that area being touched but especially by a tongue and it was driving me insane. I know I was squirming a lot, but I couldn't help it. And every time I thought it was done and he was going to start fucking me, there was that tongue again. Tim had me ready to crawl through the roof by the time he pulled my legs back and up towards him and entered me.
And all this makes me think that maybe... maybe... I want to try double-penetration.

It's been awhile

YAY! We are back! Back online and back under 1 roof! So as a way to ease back into blogging, I thought I would answer a TMI survey (even though it isn't Tuesday and it never is TMI).

1. Define "infidelity" as it relates to a relationship. Have you ever been guilty of infidelity? Have you ever been the victim of infidelity? Have you ever been a participant in someone else's infidelity?
Ah... the question of cheating. I think infidelity is anything that is done without the beforehand knowledge and consent of your partner. Have I ever cheated on a boyfriend? Yes. Has a boyfriend ever cheated on me? Yes. And have I ever participated in someone else's infidelity? Most likely.

This was all a long, long time ago when I was in college.

2. What is the last thing you stole?
The last thing I stole... wow... I never steal anything! Even as a kid, I was way too scared that I would get caught. Does WiFi count?

3. Name one place in your country that you have never been but would like to visit and why.
Vermont. Just cause.

4. What movies can you watch over and over again?
Top Gun.

5. Who is the last person you saw naked?
Tim. We tried to have sex last night but were out of condoms.


Bonus (as in optional): In honor of the 237 reasons we have sex study. Tell us at least five but not more than ten reason you have had sex.

1- Orgasms help with menstrual cramps.
2- Horny
3- Bored
4- Drunk
5- Make-up Sex
6- Love

Back in the Saddle

Hello everyone.

My, my, I know it's been a long time since either of us posted. Life has been anything but normal for Maude and I since the middle of March. That's when we started the long-distance phase of our relationship. It was a necessary step that neither of us wanted to take, but it was a means to and end and we knew it wouldn't last longer than a few months. Then, about 5 weeks ago, we both finally relocated to the city where we first met.

Since we arrived here, we've been on an all-out job search. Maude has found a position and actually begins her job in a couple days. I've had a couple leads that haven't panned out yet, but things will fall into place eventually. Once we are both working again full-time, we can finally get our own apartment. We're currently staying with some extremely thoughtful friends, and we're grateful beyond words for everything they've done for us, but, of course, we are eager to live in a place of our own once again. Besides, the kitchen-table-sex is starting to get a little awkward :-)

We have been wanting to post for a couple weeks now, but anybody who's been on an exhausting job hunt knows how it can affect your overall state of being. Quite frankly, our stress levels have been elevated, to put it mildly. But things are getting better, and I think it's time for us to start talking dirty again.

Tomorrow, we may go on a little excursion that should provide some good photo ops, so I hope you enjoy the view.

It's great to be back.

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Boobs.

MY BIGGEST SEXUAL FANTASY

Sunday. It's late... but not too late. Say 9pm. It's dark outside, but it is also in the summer and people are just starting to wind down from the weekend. Tim and I have spent the entire day outside and are on our way back to my apartment. We aren't tired. We aren't ready to call it a day. He takes a different route home and passes a golf course. It is closed, but the lights are still on. He pulls into a liquor store and tells me to wait. I fidget. Tim comes back into the car with a bottle of something... it's not really important. He tells me that we are going to sneak into the golf course for a liquid picnic. My heart starts to beat a bit faster. I know what's coming. At least, I hope I know. We had a conversation earlier in the week about fantasies and I had told him that mine was to have sex outdoors. I like the possibility of getting caught. I like to be watched. We park the car, grab a blanket, and walk towards the course. Once inside, we head towards a tree and set up camp. The lights are off now, and all we can hear is the traffic from the highway. I can see shadows of trees and sandpits, but we are also close enough to see houses and cars. Tim opens the bottle and we both take a sip. We lay back on the blanket and look up every once in a while to make sure we are alone. I am on my back, Tim is on his side, facing me. He runs his fingers along my stomach and begins to unbutton my shirt. I have goosebumps. The sky is completely clear and I am looking at the stars. I feel him underneath my bra. He is squeezing my nipples and moves in closer to lick them. Someone honked their horn from the highway. He is running his tongue around my breast and is maneuvering to lay on top of me. I unbutton my shorts and shimmy out of them. He is resting between my thighs. My shirt comes off. My bra comes off. My panties come off. I am laying aked on a blanket in the middle of a golf course, for the whole world to see if they only knew where to look. I am so turned on at this point, and I think Tim can tell. He wants to go down on me and I let him. I am spread eagle with my eyes wide open. One lick. Two licks. He is licking up and down rather than side to side... I ask him to put a finger inside of me. I am so wet and ready that one finger isn't doing anything. I ask him to put another one inside of me. He does and changes the pace of his tongue. When he changes direction, I am moments away from an orgasm. My hips are thrusting up and down and my breathing is heavy. I am aware of my surroundings and that somewhat hinders me. I want him inside me. He removes his fingers from my pussy and puts them inside of my mouth. I taste myself on him. He positions his cock at my opening and I buck my hips up towards him. With one swoop, he penetrates me. And fills me to the hilt. Oh God. He slides out and waits a moment. Please. Please fill me. And he does. He runs his cock inside of me again and then out. In and then out. In and then out. Faster. And faster. He tells me he is going to come. Wait. Wait. I'm so close. He tells me he can't wait. Faster and faster he is pumping inside of me. I feel my entire being tense up. My pussy is gripping his cock. I hear him coming. And the second I feel his sperm shooting out of his cock, I come. He collapses on top of me, trying to catch his breath. We lay there for awhile that night... both of us naked and spent.

New Quiz

What would you like to read about next? One vote per person and most votes wins...

1) My favorite (and in detail) household item to masturbate with
2) My 1st and only time having anal sex
3) My biggest sexual fantasy

What I am doing right now...

Our new and improved survey (and 10 times better than any other) answered!!

Thank you to Hot Husband and Hot Wife of Let's Talk About Sex Baby. Love the survey! This is much better than any others I've come across!!

So here are my answers... Tim- Take this survey too. I would be interested to see your thoughts.

Your blog is going on its fifth month. Do you see it changing much in the next 5-6 months?
Has it really been that long???
Yes. Tim and I are going to need to make a decision soon. So for better or for worse, this blog is going to be different. How different? I'm not sure. But this long-distance thing needs to end!

You’re currently in the process of moving. Is it for the better, and was it a move you planned for some time?
It was good and bad. We needed to make the move for a variety of reasons and hopefully down the road it will be for the good. But right now I am feeling the effects of separation and I'm pretty sad about it. We had planned on this happening for some time. Was it for the better? I hope so. I think so.

Where do you see yourself in five years?
Exactly 5 years from now. It will be Friday night and I get home from work early. Tim is in the kitchen making his famous chicken curry. He hands me a glass of wine. He has some music playing in the background and I leave him to finish dinner and head to the bedroom. I take a shower and come back to the kitchen just as he is setting the table. I want to go down on him before we eat. He declines... we are having guests over after dinner and he wants to save all his energy for them too.

Not too long ago, you two attended a swingers club. If confronted with the opportunity tonight, would you go to another one?
Sure! I liked the first one we went to. I was so nervous about it, but now looking back, I am so glad that we went! It was one of those experiences that brought me closer to finding out who I am as a sexual being.

Would you do anything differently than the first time?
Maybe not drink quite as much. And try to relax more and just enjoy the moment. And make sure Tim makes out with someone. He has seen me but I have not seen him make out with anyone else yet.

Red wine or white wine?
Red wine for me. I love Merlot. And Pinot Noir.

Where are you right now? Just kidding, we already knew because we’re looking in your window...
Wanna come in?

You two are at a bar. You go to the bathroom and when you return, an attractive member of the opposite sex is talking with the other.
You:
A. Take a seat a couple of stools down and observe
B. Barge in the conversation rudely, to get the point across that you are with them C. Casually join the conversation and see where it leads
Definitely C. I would never, ever do B. Maybe A depending on the circumstances. I would like to see Tim work his magic and flirt. But I would join in sooner or later.

Hot wife and I are going to be in your town for a night. We talk and decide to hang out. What would we do?
Hmmm... let's see. I would see if you wanted to have a drink at a cool little bar I know of. If we wanted to continue our evening of fun, I have drinks at home too. And then I'd probably want to take advantage of you.
:)

See any kids in the future?
No. Not for me. And of course, this could change, but right now I cannot see myself as a mother. I am scared to death to push a human being out of my hoo-hoo. It freaks me out way too much. If I really wanted children, I would adopt. But I don't think I have that maternal instinct. I'd make a much better aunt.

Any advice for couples just starting a blog?
Just be non-judgemental, honest, and open. You learn a lot from your partner in this medium. I don't have any negative thoughts on it... I am so, so glad that Tim suggested doing this. It has been great for our relationship.

Just What I Needed

As Maude mentioned a few days ago, she and I were fortunate enough to spend some time together here in my home state. It was wonderful to see her.When I picked her up at the airport and felt her soft lips press against mine, it seemed like all the frustrations of living so far apart m-e-l-t-e-d away. And her voice — heard not through a phone, but in real life — felt like a massage. I've always loved her brown eyes, but they were especially beautiful then.

The days that we had together were wonderful. We'd plan our day as we ate breakfast at one of the local diners and then head out for an afternoon of flirting and fun, knowing that one another's comapny was all we needed and anything else that happened was just a bonus.

We went to a great baseball game (the good guys won), visited a brewery with some damn tasty beer, and had several types of cuisine that we hadn't been able to find in the city which we used to call home.

It was perfect. She rocks my world, and I am one lucky guy.

Mexico

Tim and I went to a strip club in Mexico once with a group of friends (male and female). After an hour of drinking and watching dances, Tim whispered in my ear asking me if I would like to join him upstairs for a couples dance. I glanced up to the balcony which was the 2nd floor. "But you can see everything that is happening up there", I thought.
I liked the thought.
We quickly excused ourselves from the table, ignoring the snickers and smiles coming from our friends. A beautiful woman guided us through the hallway, up a winding staircase, and to a little cove with 2 seats across from each other and the balcony which looked down to the stage. Tim and I scooted the seats back a bit so that we still see everything happening downstairs, but the chance of anyone seeing us was slimmer. The woman gave Tim a lap dance. She straddled him while pushing her breasts into his face. I watched. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She then came over to my chair and started rubbing her body against mine. She reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. I switched hands so Tim could get a better view. She began to lower herself onto my body and said something to me in Spanish. I don't know what she said and I didn't ask her to repeat. I just kept entertaining her, Tim, and myself. I looked down and saw our group of friends below, whistling at the dancers, and doing shots. I scooted down on the chair and she lifted my shirt up and began to kiss my breasts. She started to pull up my skirt and touched my inner thighs. I spread my legs. She turned me so that Tim could see exactly what she was doing. Her tongue flicked across my panties. She never removed any clothing, but I could feel her tongue brushing against my clit and the entire situation had me so turned on. I could see Tim was feeling the same way, how he was re-adjusting the tent in his pants. She stood up and motioned for me to go to Tim. I leaned over and kissed him. I reached for his crotch and unzipped his jeans. I knew in the back of my head that any second, she was going to tell us enough and send us downstairs again. But the tequila shots had gotten to me, and I wasn't going to stop until I was forced to. Before I knew it, I had my mouth all over Tim's cock. He was hard as a rock and dribbling pre-cum. I lapped it up.
And then our dancer had to break it up. She didn't want to get in trouble. We sat there for a moment until Tim could walk back down to the main area. We never said a word to our friends, but did end up finding a hotel for the night.

TMI Tuesday

From TMI Tuesday's blogspot:


1. What one piece of sage relationship advice would you give your child (or niece/nephew or friend).

Be able to openly discuss anything without fear of judgement. If there is something you cannot tell the person you are with, then you should re-evaluate your relationship.

2. When was the last time you left a passion mark Or had one left on you? (A passion mark is an unintentional physical manifestation of an act of passion: a hickey left in the heat of the moment; fingernail or teeth marks that last for more than an hour, a bump on your head from slamming into the headboard could even count).

I don't think I have ever left a "passion mark" on anyone. The last time I had one on my body? In college. Actually, having my neck or breasts sucked to the point of leaving a mark is an incredible turn on for me. I just hate the way it looks. But the feeling is amazing.

3. When was the last time you had sex in a car?

Actual full blown intercourse was also in college. Parked on a dirt road about a mile from my parents house.
I went down on Tim once in the car. We were only a few blocks from my apartment though, so we finished inside.

4. Have you ever had an orgasm in a public conveyance?

No. But the scene in Risky Business when they get it on on a train is so HOT!

5. Have you ever had an orgasm with someone other than your partner (or partners) present?

Wait. Does this mean an orgy? Or that I had an orgasm with someone other than Tim? This is a badly worded question. No, I have not had a 3-some or 4-some. And no, I haven't had an orgasm with anyone other than Tim since we've been together.

Bonus (as in optional): You are strolling along in the mall with your S.O. (hypothetical if necessary) A young same sex as your S.O. is approaching from the opposite direction and will pass within feet of you. (S)he is attractive and has magnificent body. Describe your reaction .

I'd look. Probably stare.
:)

My girls...

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In My Bed & In My Head

Tim and I were fortunate enough to spend last week together. It was a whirlwind but we were able to spend a few glorious nights in the sack. The first couple times we were able to have sex, it was hushed and hurried (in normal circumstances, we are both moaners, heavy breathers, and talkers). Not to say that was bad. Quite the contrary. But it was almost a desperate kind of love making for me. I needed to feel connected to him physically. Since we've been apart (a month already) we make sure to talk every single day. Actually, we talk several times throughout the day. But I miss actually being physically close to him. I would have shagged him 5 times a day every day if I could have.
We found ourselves talking about our potential sex friends several times throughout the week though. And the funny part is that they came up more this time when we were out of bed. We haven't met this couple in person yet, but the possibility is there (more on this topic later) and that excites both of us immensely. We would be sitting at dinner and wonder if our friends would have liked that restaurant. Or at a baseball game and think about how fun it would be to have them with us. I think Tim and I are ready to take this next step. And this next step wouldn't have to be over the top sexual either, although of course that is in the back of our minds too. But maybe just spend a day doing something fun. A tour of a brewery or a concert. And then if it feels right...
First and foremost, I need to make sure that my relationship with Tim is strong enough for this. We are in a difficult situation right now being a few hundred miles apart. But I feel confident in myself and in Tim. I wouldn't even consider it if I had any doubts.

Now I am going to lay down in my bed and take off my clothes and touch myself while watching the most wonderful video friends sent to me the other day.

My Tingle

I find that I masturbate much less than I expected in the few weeks that I've been apart from Tim. In 3 weeks I have only had 2 orgasms. Isn't that odd? I wonder why. Even last year when we were separated (geographically) I orgasmed pretty much every day. Sometimes even twice a day when I used my toys. But anyway, last night I was thinking about this and even though I wasn't horny at all, I wanted to be. So I was rubbing myself trying to pull out of this rut, and thinking about everything and anything that would turn me on. And that's when I began to feel it. My left leg tingled. A lot. And I realized that it always tingles right before I have an orgasm. If any other women experience something similar, I'd be interested in hearing about it.
On another note, Tim and I have a weekend together coming up. Wish me happy screwing!

Tim

I was laying in bed... the late morning light streaming through my window. The house was quiet except for footsteps upstairs. Unsure of whose they could be, and not really caring. Wrapped up under 3 blankets and still feeling cold. My right hand brushed against my stomach and without hesitation, slipped beneath my pajama pants. My fingers found my pussy wet and aching to be touched. To be played with... to not be ignored. I began to rub just my forefinger over my clit. Not even touching my opening... just the hard little nub. Faster and faster. I could feel my nerve endings tighten throughout my entire body. My mind was playing an image over and over... my pussy tightened and within 5 minutes I was shuddering under the covers.
Thank you, Tim, for what you did months ago that had me hot and bothered this morning.

On my mind tonight...

Is it possible for a couple to move beyond the traditional boundaries defined for them and not get hurt?

Tim and I are remarkably on the same page for a couple that has only been together a year and a half. We are not married. While we have been living together, we do not anymore. I am more of a realist in my relationships. I don't believe in soul mates. I know that I am madly in love with my partner and that we work great together. But I also know that things can change at any given point in time. If it sounds like I have trust issues, I don't. I probably am a little insecure right now considering where Tim and I are, physically, emotionally, and mentally. And all those feelings combined with our actions bring me to this: Are we insane to think that we can invite another couple into our lives and that none of this is going to change us? It will change us. It will change all of us. And yet, we are moving forward and enjoying it tremendously. We have spent the better part of last year thinking about how we could get to where we are now, and then it just happened. Perfectly. I have a HUGE crush on another couple. That is a weird feeling for me. Am I supposed to feel this way? I know Tim feels the same way. Is he supposed to feel this way? We talk about it. We talk about all of this. And I guess that is why I feel comfortable with the situation. We can communicate with each other without fear of rejection or judgement. I just hope that we are not being naive...

Tagged!

1. Get tagged
2. List five things that have not been revealed on your blog.
3. Tag five others.

Okay... here it goes...

1) I can't have all 5 be sexual entries. I love gardening. I'm not very good at it, but I love getting my hands in the dirt and planting seeds and watering them and then watching them grow into magnificent little beings.

actually - this is much harder than I realized. Everything I reveal in my blog are things I spend a great deal of time thinking about first... to post 5 things at once is tough... Plus, I don't have Tim here so I can see the expressions on his face while he reads what I write...

2) I lost my virginity at a young age... I drank too much at a party I shouldn't have been at. I was trying to show off to my girlfriends who had all been having sex by then. It was 1 time and then I didn't try it again until I was in college.

3) Tim and his ex had cocktails at my house before Tim and I got together. I don't remember meeting her.

4) I am jealous of my friends who are engaged or married. Not saying that I want that... now or ever... but sometimes I feel pangs of jealousy.

5) I am on the pill.

Changes

As Maude mentioned a couple days ago, our lives have undergone big changes in the past few weeks. We will be living pretty far away from each other - about a two-hour plane ride. Though in the past we managed while living much farther apart than this (different continents), neither of us are expecting this time to be particularly fun. Obviously. However, we each think it will be interesting to see what the other writes about, and I think it will be interesting to look back at our posts when we are living together once again.

The other night we had an amazing online experience with 2 friends. It was fantastic. I was almost surprised to read some of the things that Maude typed, and I don't say that in a bad way at all. It's just that after all the times we have shared our fantasies with each other —and only each other— I was sort of taken aback when Maude let loose and started talking dirty to another guy.

Sure, I've seen her kiss a woman before at a swing club. And but for me being cheek-deep in her pussy, I would have seen her kissing another man that same night. It was great seeing her feel comfortable enough to actually do things like that, but it might take even more guts for a person to say what they would like to do (as Maude did while we were chatting the other night) than to actually do it. Using words (rather than actions) to express your thoughts requires you to open up, putting you in a potentially vulnerable position. I was happy to see Maude feel comfortable enough to do just that. I guess I did the same thing, so it's wonderful to see that we're sort of holding hands as we continue down our path of discovery.

SOMETHING NEW

Tim and I haven't been the best at keeping up with this blog in the past couple weeks. And not because we don't want to, quite the contrary. Tim and I are in the process of moving. And for the next 3 months, we are going to be in separate states. There is going to be lots of trips back and forth to see each other and I'm sure the sex is going to be just as exciting, if not more so. We'll be sure to share each and every tryst.
On that note...
I had a very intense orgasm last night. Just myself and my computer...
:)

My Wet Dream

We came home late and while I was fiddling with the key in the lock, he turned me around to face him. We kissed fast and hard. His tongue was inside my mouth and playing my tongue. His arm was around me, the palm of his hand on the small of my back. I felt myself moan when he moved his hand to my waist and begin to finger my stomach under my shirt. He took the key from my hand, and without moving me out of the way, he opened the door. He pushed me inside to the hallway wall and kicked the door shut behind him. Our lips were still locked together. I kicked off my heels and dropped my purse. I started to take off his belt and he unbuttoned his shirt. I dropped his pants and boxers and he stepped out of them. I rose, slipped out of my skirt, and held my arms above my head for him to remove my shirt. He pushed me back against the wall again and began to lick my neck. I moaned louder. He began to rub my pussy through my panties with his fingers. I was so wet that his fingers slipped right inside of me. He grabbed my right leg and wrapped it around his lower back. He moved my panties to the side, and pushed his cock inside of me. We fucked against the wall, in our dark and quiet house, until we were both completely spent.

The Sweet Smell of Strippers

There is a unique smell that all female strippers seem to have. I swear they all use the same perfume and only while at work. It smells musky (almost smokey) but with a hint of something by Calvin Klein. I found that smell bottled up and disguised as deodorant today. At first I couldn't put my finger on what this intoxicating smell was. But the more and more I thought about it (and because Tim agreed) the more I became convinced it is a stripper smell. I'm never going to wear anything else!

Quiz Time #2

Okay, time for our second quiz. Actually, since the answers aren't necessarily based on things we've mentioned in our blog maybe we should refer to it as random question time, rather than quiz time.

Call it what you (or we) will, here's the deal: 1) We ask a question 2) You answer the question by leaving a comment for us. While leaving your answer, please tell us what kind of pic you'd like us to take for you 3) If you answer correctly, we will take a picture as you requested. If 10 people answer correctly, we'll post 10 photos.

Question: Of the following, which is Tim's favorite sex position? (Let it be known that Tim enjoys ALL of these positions):

A) Missionary
B) Cowgirl
C) Doggy Style
D) Reverse Cowgirl

Good Luck!

Maude's Take on the Swing Club

About a year ago, Tim and I were lying in bed discussing fantasies. My biggest one is to be watched. Not necessarily having people stand around the bed as we go at it, but maybe to leave the blinds open one afternoon. Tim asked if I had ever been to a swing club. I hadn't. In fact, I had never wanted to go to one. It had negative connotations for me. Remember the infamous David Westerfield case? Well, in all honestly, that was the only time I had really ever heard of such places. But the more Tim and I talked about it, and the more Tim and I researched it, the more interested I became. It took a year before I could honestly say that, yes, I was ready.
Tim did most (if not all) the preparation work. He found a club near us, picked the date, and made sure that we had wine stocked in the house to ease our nerves. It took me a an entire bottle of wine, to be honest. I tried not to think about it at all. One, because I wanted to go through with it, and if I over analyzed it, I may not have. And two, because I had no idea what to expect.
We had a really nice dinner that night. We talked about what we were going to be okay with, and what we weren't. We decided to take it slow and if at any point either of us were uncomfortable we would leave. I was feeling good at this point. We finished dinner, and hopped into a cab.
The club was a club! I think I must have been expecting it to be someones house, or a sleazy dark hole in the wall, because I remember feeling a complete sense of relief walking in. At first we sat at a table towards the bar. It was nice! It was clean! It was classy! We had a few drinks (God, I needed it at this point) and watched the other couples. Everyone looked like we did. I know one of the main attractions of places like this is for there to be all different types of people. But I feel like for the most part, everyone was close to us in age.
At one point, Tim got up to use the bathroom, and a single guy approached me. He didn't speak English, and I didn't speak Spanish, so we both smiled and he returned to his seat. When Tim got back, I pointed him out (a little flattered, to be honest). Then everyone started migrating to a different room. Tim took me by the hand and we followed everyone else. The single guy from earlier was a bit ahead of us, and he grabbed my other hand as we passed him to say something else. This made me feel a little weird, since we had already established the fact that we couldn't communicate and because I was obviously with someone else (hand in hand and on a mission). Couples were allowed in 1 room and single people could peer over the half-wall. I shrugged my hand away from creepy single guy and entered the room. Tim and I sat on a bench and looked at everyone else. There were people having sex, but nothing too wild. In fact, no one was really even naked. I thought it was pretty cool. Tim and I made out a little bit, but we were both interested in 1 couple who moved to the center of the room on a large ottoman and were undressing themselves. I remember Tim joking that they must be attention whores and then how we both wanted to be where they were. Tim said that there was room for another couple, but I didn't want to intrude on them. But eventually we moved over and I sat next to them. They made room for us, smiling. Tim knelt between my legs and asked if he could lick me. I told him that of course he could, but that I wouldn't be able to come. Not with another couple so close that we could touch, and not with 10 single guys peering over the wall at us. He reached up my skirt and removed my panties. I lay back and closed my eyes. I felt him kiss my legs and move his way up to my clit. I felt hands on my tummy, slowly inching up my shirt, and thinking they were his, I reached down to hold them. But they were soft! And smooth! Oh my God! These are girl hands! I opened my eyes and turned my head towards the couple. She was looking at me and moved in to kiss me. I let her... I probably should have made eye contact with Tim first to make sure he was okay with this, but his head was under my skirt, and I was a little drunk. :) She was a beautiful girl but a horrible kisser. And she tasted like she just chain smoked 2 packs of camel unfiltered cigarettes. But, she was hot and she was feeling my boobs. Tim hit a good spot and I remember moaning in her mouth. At some point I looked at her and she smiled at me and I touched her breasts. She was so soft! I loved feeling her skin. Her boyfriend and her switched positions and he went to kiss me. He was a much better kisser. They switched positions again and Tim came up so he was laying on top of me. We kissed for awhile and the couple next to us finished up and got dressed. They left without saying anything to us. I'm not sure I wanted to talk to them... maybe that would have taken things to a level I was uncomfortable with. I'm not sure. As we were getting ready to leave, one of the bouncers came up to us and said that we really put on a good show. I wouldn't know... I kept my eyes closed for most of the time. I was still so nervous!
I really didn't expect things to go as far as they did. All I wanted was to see naked people and make out with my boyfriend. Tim and I talked about it extensively the next day and are on the same page with everything that happened. It was incredibly hot and sexy and we loved it. But this was a HUGE step for me and for us. I'm still going over it in my mind trying to figure it out. Is this a lifestyle I want for myself? It's probably the former Catholic child inside of me telling me to feel guilty about everything. But who knows? This is the beginning of something for us and I am embracing it. I'd be interested in trying it again, now that I know a little of what to expect.

QUIZ # 1 RESULTS

Thank you to Married Exploits for playing along in our little quiz. Odysseus guessed size 8, and I actually wear an 8 1/2. Close enough! He requested a picture of Tim and & I in the "reverse cow-girl position". Here it is, enjoy, and stay tuned for Quiz # 2!!

Swing Club, Part 2

Sorry for the delay. To learn a bit about our mindset going into this adventure, check out part one.

Okay, back to the events of this past Friday night. And I apologize if the description is too detailed. I suppose if we do this type of thing several (or many) more times it will become more familiar, but since this is new to us, it's kind of a big deal. So if you're a newbie like us, maybe you can relate. And if you're a seasoned swing club veteran, perhaps your first time was a little like this.

So last Wednesday we decided that we were comfortable with the notion of going to a swing club. We checked out the websites of some local spots and decided on one that looked the most appealing. It seems that none of the clubs around here have couples-only nights, something that I personally would have preferred, but it wasn't mandatory. As long as there weren't swarms of pushy single men circling like vultures, we felt that it would probably be okay. While we weren't going to the club in order to play with other people, we both thought it would be very hot to see other people having sex, and possibly for others to see/watch us playing together. One of our mutual fantasies is to have sex in the same room or on the same bed as another couple, or couples. Beyond that, I don't think either of us really knew what we wanted to happen. Mainly, we just wanted each other to be comfortable. It goes without saying, but knowing that we could just walk out at any point was reassuring.

We began the night at home with a couple glasses of wine to ease our trepidation. After showering and making ourselves look pretty, we went out for dinner at a little restaurant right down the street. Boundaries for the evening had not yet been discussed, so we began talking about comfort levels. Maude gave me permission to kiss others if I felt so inclined. I had no problem with her kissing women, but I requested that we both agree before she kissed another guy. I wasn't too worried about feeling jealous if she made out with a man (though I wasn't 100% sure that I'd be comfortable, either), but I was a bit concerned that some weird, disrespectful dude might assume that he had a green light to do anything he wanted once his lips touched hers. If a guy seemed courteous, it was (hopefully going to be) fine by me. As I've mentioned before, watching Maude kiss another guy is one of those things I have fantasized about but have wondered how I'd feel if such a situation actually occurred.

Basically, kissing and stuff were okay, but we wanted to make sure that each other was comfortable with anything beyond that.

Following dinner we hopped in a cab and went to the club. After we got dropped off we accidentally walked right past the club, on the other side of the street. I was expecting to see a sign or neon lights or something like that, but instead it was a nondescript building in a neighborhood that was quiet except for a few passing cars. I had even mistaken the doormen for a couple guys chilling out on the front step of their building. Once they saw our confused selves walking toward them for the second time, they smiled and opened the door for us. We went up a stairwell and reached the woman who was collecting entrance fees. Couples pay no cover charge during the first hour, so we were waved through into the dimly lit main area of the club. There was a bar, two small stages separated by a dance floor, and there were tables and couches spread around the room.

When we sat at one of the tables, a woman approached and asked if was our first time there. She explained to us that there was to be a strip show in an hour and a half, and after the show the play rooms would be open. Our hostess pointed past the dance floor and told us that there was a room for anyone to play in (i.e., single males) and a second room reserved for couples. I was glad to hear there would be a place that only had couples.

We had a couple drinks and discretely tried to observe other people in the club. The bar was behind us and from what I could tell, it was populated by the single males in attendance. Some of the couples were kissy, lovey-dovey types, while one couple in particular looked like they were on their first date. Ironically, they were also the only ones on the dance floor. It was interesting watching them. The woman was clearly the one calling the shots. The guy basically kept shifting himself so that he was always facing her, while she seemed to be in her own little world, maybe just concentrating on the music and enjoying all the eyes that were on her since no one else had the balls to start dancing yet. I got the feeling that if the guy had returned to their table, she wouldn't have noticed or even particularly cared.

At one point I went to the men's room, and when I came back Maude told me that she had made a "boyfriend," and she pointed him out, a guy about our age with a shaved head. I guess he saw me head to the bathroom and wanted to introduce himself to her. We were sort of joking about it a little bit. I was actually a little encouraged that Maude didn't feel too freaked out about it. Not that we were going to be playing with single guys, but it could have been an uncomfortable situation considering it was her first time in a swing club.

Eventually the strip show started. Turns out it was more of a weak imitation of a strip show than an actual one, and certainly a far cry from the images on the website which were one of the factors we chose to attend this instead of others. Anyway, by now more people were dancing and couples had started heading to the play area. After a while Maude and I decided to see what was going on back there. We crossed the dance floor and passed the single guys who had gathered by the couples' play room. While you had to be a couple to actually enter this room, its wall was only about 5 feet tall, so a whole gallery of single guys was there watching the pairs go at it. I should clarify that it wasn't really what I'd call a room; it was more of an adult playpen with men's faces lining the top of one wall.

The "room" had benches along the walls and in the center there was a thing that looked like a cross between an ottoman and a mattress. It (the ottoman/mattress thing) was probably 5'x5', and aside from that, there was nowhere else in the room to lay down. There were maybe six or seven couples fucking on the wall benches, and it seemed that each of them was doing it in the "guy-sits-down-and-girl-straddles-him-and-rides-him" position (If you can't tell, I have no idea what that position is called.). One of the things I had been most anxious to see was lots of nudity, but there wasn't too much of it going on in here. Men's pants were around their ankles and they hadn't taken off their shirts. The girls had hiked up their skirts so they could ride the guys, and, like the men, they were not topless. To be honest, I was slightly disappointed by the overall lack of skin, but it's something that I couldn't put my finger on until I thought about it the next day.

Maude and I took a seat on one of the benches and started kissing and watching the other people play. Then, the couple next to us got on the mattress in the middle of the room and really started going at it. Now that's what we wanted to see! I thought it was the same woman who had been the first on the dance floor, and her attention-getting demeanor was similar. But she wasn't with the guy she had been dancing with earlier. So maybe it wasn't her, I don't know. Anyway, these two people were undressing and kissing each other. At one point she started kissing another woman next to the mattress who was getting fucked from behind in a standing position. I thought that was really hot.

Maude wanted us to play on the mattress as well (she loves the thought of being watched), but she felt a little shy about squeezing us in there because the other couple was using the whole mattress. Before we made the move she asked me for an Altoid mint. With a kiss, I passed her the one I had just popped in my mouth. She beamed, which in turn put a smile on my face.

We went to the mattress and Maude sat down and laid back. The woman was more than happy to make room for us. I moved so I was kneeling on the floor between Maude's legs, pushed her skirt up, removed her panties, and started licking her clit. I think I also took off my clothes while going down on her (I'm a multi-tasker!). The other couple was also engaged in oral, with the woman on all fours and the guy licking her from behind. Next thing I knew, the woman moved so her head was over Maude's and they started kissing. I was like, "Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Is this really happening?! Is she seriously making out with a woman?" They cradled each other's head as they kissed, and it seemed like the girl wanted to devour Maude. She groped Maude's now-exposed breasts and began licking them. I was watching this as best I could with my face was buried in Maude's pussy, but I couldn't see everything from my vantage point. Then the guy reached over and started feeling and sucking Maude's tits. I remember asking myself how I felt about that. If Maude was okay with it, so was I. But if she showed the slightest unease, I was ready to calmly but sternly guide his hands back to his own body.

I didn't find out until later, but while I was tongue-fucking Maude, she was making out with the guy. I wish I had seen that because I don't know if it would have been more strange to see him sucking her breasts or kissing her. It's interesting how the act of kissing can be either mundane (e.g., when kissing a random person at a bar) or intensely personal (e.g., when saying "I love you" for the first time), depending on the situation. Anyway, it didn't bother me to find out that they had kissed. She assumed that I had made out with the other woman, but I hadn't. It's not that I didn't want to, because I did. But I've always been one to wait until it's clear that a girl wants to kiss before I lean in. I've seen plenty of guys look like jerks when they incorrectly assume that girls want to make out with them, whether it's a result of misreading body language or just sheer arrogance. But yes, I would have enjoyed making out with her.

After a while, I heard Maude moaning like she was coming. I think it really turned the other woman on, because I saw her look at Maude and she made some sounds of her own. The guy started fucking her doggy-style and then he finger-fucked her from behind. The whole scene was different from anything I had witnessed before. I was really, really turned on, but I was finding it a bit difficult to keep an erection. Maybe it was because there was so much going on around us. Maybe it was because of the guys who were watching all the action from outside the couples area. In any event, I felt better when Maude told me that she hadn't come earlier and that she felt much the same way I did - excited but a little intimidated. I alternated between giving her head and kissing her and playing with her breasts. I don't know if the guy next to us came, but they started getting dressed after quite a while and they left. We suddenly realized that we were the last customers in the club and decided to head out.

When we were getting dressed, we noticed that some of our clothing was wet. A little uncomfortable about putting on clothes with splotches of unidentified fluids/liquids, I chose to carry by boxers and t-shirt with me, but as we were leaving I noticed two cups that had been knocked over right by where my clothes had been piled up. We were both hungry by this point so we took a cab to this 24-hour hamburger joint near our apartment.

As we got out of the taxi, I heard somebody shout to us. It was one of our friends who was stopping by for a late-night burger. Neither of us was too keen on seeing any acquaintances as we returned from a swing club, so that was bad enough. But I suddenly remembered the clothing items in my hands. Carrying around my undershirt wasn't a huge problem; I could say I took it off because I was hot or something. But I was also holding my fucking underwear in my hands. How do you explain that? "Why am I carrying my boxers? Gee, it's funny you should ask. See, um, we passed a church that was, uhh, having a clothing drive and I felt like I should help them out so I took off my underwear right there in front of the nice church people. But, um, they were only accepting clean clothes, so I've just been carrying them around with me since then. That's totally what happened. Go ask the deacon if you don't believe me." It turned out that our friend was coming from a bar where he had been drinking lots of beer and several shots. He probably wouldn't have noticed if I had been totally naked. That's how I reassured myself the next morning, anyway.

When we got into bed I pounced on Maude. She likes it when I attack her like that. We were both ridiculously horny (gee, wonder why?) and it wasn't long before I felt her wet pussy spasming all over my cock. That sent me over the edge and I erupted inside her, my thrusts powered by the image of Maude kissing another girl.

When I awoke the next morning and recounted the previous night's adventure, I was glad we did it. We talked about things we liked and things we would have changed, but overall I have to say it was a great first experience. I'm very proud of us for taking that step and now I am even more excited and more confident about all the possibilities we can explore together.

Oh my God, I wish he would finish part 2 so I can tell my side of the swing club story!!!!!!!!

QUIZ TIME

We've been out and about today and we have company coming over in about 30 minutes, so I won't have time to write more about the swing club until tomorrow.

BUT... About an hour ago we decided that it would be fun to try something new, and we hope you like it. It's sort of like a quiz, but it only has one question. The first person to answer correctly, in the form of a comment, gets to request a photo which will be posted right here, as long as we're both comfortable with the request (but please, no face shots). It can be clothed, nude, G-rated, R-rated, explicit, one of us, both of us, or whatever you want. Hell, it doesn't even have to be sexual — we'd be more than happy to post a photo of our tea kettle if you'd like, but I guarantee that Maude's body is much sexier.

We're really excited to do this!

A few rules:
1) One guess per person
2) Along with your answer, please describe the photo you'd like to see.
3) Please keep it respectful, and don't request anything too outlandish (such as a picture of us having sex in a police cruiser or one of us flashing a nun).

QUESTION: What is Maude's (US) shoe size?

Swing Club, Part 1

Okay, we have some very big news to share. Last night Maude and I took a huge step in our sexual exploration - we went to a swingers club! But before I talk about that, I'd like to give a little background info.

Going to a swing club is something that we've talked about doing for many months but have waited to make sure we are both ready and are able to handle it. Once, last year, we had planned to go to a club but decided against it the day of the event. I think that was a good call. Since then, there are several things we've wanted to try (which we will write about) via Craigslist, bars, swinger websites, etc., but nothing crazy has really panned out because we don't want to move too fast. It's better to wait than than to risk ruining a night and a fantasy.

Another reason we wanted to try a swingers club rather than look for people online is that, in the past, the whole build-up to meeting people face-to-face has been more than a little intimidating for Maude and me. About four months ago we contacted a guy through Craigslist. He seemed genuinely nice and he wanted to try many things that we, too, are interested in. But the butterflies in our stomachs proved to be a bit too much for us and we didn't meet him. I am sure it's just a matter of us being newbies to that type of thing. Once the first time is out of the way — meeting someone in real life after exchanging emails — I don't think it would be nearly as intimidating to do again with other people. I know it might sound strange, but this is similar to how I felt about having sex for the first time. I had invested so much curiosity, interest, expectation, insecurity, and other felings into the actual act of intercourse that I was really apprehensive about trying it. It was like I wanted to have sex, but I also wanted to retain my virginity to some extent. I guess sometimes I build things up too much in my own mind.

It would be fantastic to randomly start talking to someone at a bar who happens to have similar interests and fantasies, chat the night away, and maybe take them home and see what happens. The spontaneity of an unforseen scenario like that wouldn't give us enough time to get nervous. But since we're not mind readers and since I've never seen a couple walking around with matching shirts that say, "Hello, we are friendly and sexually open-minded. Would you like to meet for a coffee?," it seems like a good place to "randomly" bump into such people would be a swingers club.

I should say that I had been to a swingers club once before, three years ago, with my ex-girlfriend. I think we may have gone before we were ready, because we never went again and we didn't talk about it a whole lot afterward. I didn't get naked so it was sort of a low-key experience, though I did see plenty of other peoples' bum-bums, pee-pees and boobies. Sorry, I'll try to refrain from referring to body parts as if I'm a toddler.

This post is longer than I had originally planned, so I will stop here and continue with a description of last night in my next post. Sorry, I'm not trying to be suspenseful. Honestly. The truth of the matter is that Maude and I need to go to the store right now and then get some dinner. We're hungry! :-)

NO TITLE...JUST VENTING

I'm writing this in hopes that later in the day, I'll be doing dishes or reading a book, and Tim finds me and takes me to bed. Tim and I haven't had sex in 7 days. Granted, we did take a little vacation which was a vacation in the sense of - you need another vacation after the vacation because the 1st vacation was so crammed with things to do and you are exhausted. But we're back and rested and my 1 time in trying to initiate things came back to me as Tim hadn't had an orgasm in quite a few days either and he didn't want me to deal with 2 minute sex. We masturbated together, and it was fine. But I need to feel the intimacy and closeness that sex brings too. I always joke about how I'm hitting my sexual peak and will always be up for a shag. But the truth is, even if I'm tired and not feeling sexy, I still like to have Tim and I get naked.
*sigh*

Valentine's List

Happy Valentine's Day! I look forward to whatever today brings for Maude and me.

So it's my turn to fill out the list that Maude posted a couple days ago. Here are my answers...

Bold everything that is true about you.
Leave alone anything that is false about you.
Place an asterisk by anything that you would like to be true about you.

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
*I have had sex while surfing porn on the internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights when I can’t sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is not my favourite place to have sex.
I get turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
*I have masturbated for someone over a webcam.
*I have had sex over a webcam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if he/she turns me on.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped hot wax on a lover’s body.
*I have had a lover drip hot wax on my body.
I have a foot fetish. I'm not sure about this one, but I do think the curves of a woman's foot are sensual, stockings are sexy, and socks are cute.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
*I like being choked during sex. Never really been into this sort of thing, but I'd give it a try if I had enough turtlenecks to get me through the following week. Just in case.
I have had sex in a burning building. WTF?
*I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence. I would love to have a home decorated with erotic photography.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
*Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think Playboy is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn film.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn. Until I started watching porn, I never realized that pizza-delivery guys get lucky several times a week, or that the average woman likes large groups of men to come on her face.
Interracial sex turns me on. I have to agree with Maude on this one - sex of any kind turns me on, so the answer is 'yes' by default.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research if given the opportunity.
My current lover does not meet my sexual needs.
*I currently have a crush on someone of the same sex. I don't have a crush on anyone in particular, but I am curious about guys in general. There might be a couple of names that stick out.
*I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac. Not a nympho, but definitely a pretty sexual person.
I am difficult to live with if I’m not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone curled up next to me.
*I have had sex underwater. I tried it in the hot tub of an apartment complex that I used to live in but it didn't work out. Hopefully some of my neighbors enjoyed the view, though.
*I have had sex in the snow.
I have had sex outdoors.
I have had sex in a public place or where I might have been discovered.
*I have had sex in a bathroom stall.
*I have had sex in a car. I haven't completed sex in a car; somebody saw us and we stopped.
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing during sex. I don't NEED music, but it's nice to have. Other times, it's hot when gasping and heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room.
*I have had more than 10 orgasms in one night. Jesus, no. But I'd love to see what it's like.
I have flashed strangers. In my younger days I was the naked guy at the party. It wasn't so much 'flashing' as it was in-your-face, protracted nudity.
I have given sex as a gift.
***I have set-up a three-way for my lover. Not yet...
I stopped during this list to have sex.
All day I dream about sex. Yep. No doubt.

Thanks to Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut

I read the Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut this afternoon and came across this post. My answers are below. Tim, would you like to do this in your own seperate blog?

Bold everything that is true about you.
Leave alone anything that is false about you.
Place an asterisk by anything that you would like to be true about you.

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold. I freaking LOVE this!
*I have blindfolded someone during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the internet. Actually, I think I just masturbated.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights when I can’t sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is Not my favourite place to have sex.
I get turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for someone over a webcam.
I have had sex over a webcam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if he/she turns me on.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped hot wax on a lover’s body.
I have had a lover drip hot wax on my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building. ???
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
*Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PlayBoy is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn film.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on. SEX turns me on. And not for the sake of sounding PC, but I really don't care about interracial sex.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research if given the opportunity.
My current lover does not meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a crush on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac. Tim?
I am difficult to live with if I’m not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone curled up next to me.
I have had sex underwater.
*I have had sex in the snow.
I have had sex outdoors.
I have had sex in a public place or where I might have been discovered.
*I have had sex in a bathroom stall.
I have had sex in a car.
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing during sex.
I have had more than 10 orgasms in one night. God no. 3 is my record and it exhausts me.
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift. Sex with me is always a gift. Haha!
*I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex. HA! Yes I did!!
All day I dream about sex.