Husband and I went out of town this weekend. We thought we could use a little vacation. The first night was a night of wholesome marital sex. We ordered adult movies and husband jizzed down my throat two times! His cum is the best. Seriously, I don't just say that because he's my husband. He cum is hot, white and delicious.
Last night was not so wholesome. We went to an all-nude bar and got tanked. I drank about five tequila sunrises. Our first dancer, Ginger was our favorite. She had long blonde hair and emerald eyes. Once we were certain that she was in to us and ready to get a little wild, Husband ate out her pussy. Watching Husband bury his face in to shaved wet pussy got me going. I took a turn after. Her clit was pierced. I swirled my tongue around her clit over and over again. I asked her if she'd give husband a blow-job while I made out with him. She looked a little reluctant. Husband pulled out a $100 bill and she began to unzip his pants. I loved watching her blonde head bob up and down over Husband's big cock. I watched for a mintue then kissed Husband deeply. I wasn't going to let anyone else swallow husband's load so I pushed Ginger aside and finished the job while Husband licked on her titties.
The rest of the night is a blur. We got a cab back to the hotel. We fucked a great deal, that much I know. I'm plenty sore today.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Best Orgasm Ever!
So James ended up coming over last night. We went to dinner and a movie. After typing the entry about him yesterday I was so looking forward to getting him in to bed. He was hesitant about coming in to the house at first. I told him my husband was working all night. He was afraid of being caught. He's so cute when he's shy.
Of course the truth was, husband's car was in the garage and husband was expecting us to return. I'm always terrified that we'll walk in before husband has time to hide in the closet. How awkward would that be?
So I thought I'd get a little kinky with James last night. I had him tie my wrists together with a silk scarf. He spent a lot of time licking on my tits. I just wanted him to go down though. I was growing impatient. Finally, James asked me if I wanted him to lick my pussy. I nodded my head and watched him move down to the bottom of the bed. He licked from top to bottom in that rythmic way that only he can do. I imagined Husband in the closet, stroking his cock. I only last a minute.
After James was gone I gave husband head while he watched his favorite porn. I love Husband.
Of course the truth was, husband's car was in the garage and husband was expecting us to return. I'm always terrified that we'll walk in before husband has time to hide in the closet. How awkward would that be?
So I thought I'd get a little kinky with James last night. I had him tie my wrists together with a silk scarf. He spent a lot of time licking on my tits. I just wanted him to go down though. I was growing impatient. Finally, James asked me if I wanted him to lick my pussy. I nodded my head and watched him move down to the bottom of the bed. He licked from top to bottom in that rythmic way that only he can do. I imagined Husband in the closet, stroking his cock. I only last a minute.
After James was gone I gave husband head while he watched his favorite porn. I love Husband.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
James Called Again
James is an ex-boyfriend. My husband hates him. But not enough to refrain from watching us have sex from our bedroom closet. I get all horned up just thinking about it. James is amazing in bed. He eats my pussy out for what seems like and eternity. He's a little on the dull side though. He's not very smart. But his cock has great girth. I'm sore for a few hours after sex with him.
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The last time we had sex was in May. I told him my husband was out of town for a conference. Husband was in a bad mood while we waited for James to arrive. I promised him that I would dress up as a cheerleader and let him fuck me up the ass (only husband gets to fuck me up the ass) after James left that night. James knows that I don't allow sleep-overs. I assume he's grateful.
James showed up wearing a business suit. I love a man in a suit. We got naked and slipped in to the Jacuzzi. After a lot of kisses and a serious finger-fucking session, we went upstairs to the bedroom. James went down on me and my eyes moved towards the closet. I couldn't see Husband. The closet door was only open a crack. But I knew he was watching. I have the best orgasms when James eats me out and Husband watches.
After James left I dressed up in my cheerleader outfit. I put my hair in pigtails and opened up a red lollipop to suck on. Husband fucked me up my ass and called me Tina. I have no idea who Tina is.
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The last time we had sex was in May. I told him my husband was out of town for a conference. Husband was in a bad mood while we waited for James to arrive. I promised him that I would dress up as a cheerleader and let him fuck me up the ass (only husband gets to fuck me up the ass) after James left that night. James knows that I don't allow sleep-overs. I assume he's grateful.
James showed up wearing a business suit. I love a man in a suit. We got naked and slipped in to the Jacuzzi. After a lot of kisses and a serious finger-fucking session, we went upstairs to the bedroom. James went down on me and my eyes moved towards the closet. I couldn't see Husband. The closet door was only open a crack. But I knew he was watching. I have the best orgasms when James eats me out and Husband watches.
After James left I dressed up in my cheerleader outfit. I put my hair in pigtails and opened up a red lollipop to suck on. Husband fucked me up my ass and called me Tina. I have no idea who Tina is.
My latest crush
We have a new secretary in the office. I'll call her "Carrie" She's so cute. She's only 19 years old. I took her to lunch today. I was staring at her tits the whole time.
My Very First Lesbian Experience
I was fifteen years old. Darcy was seventeen. We had met at a prayer meeting. We both went to Christian school and were both rebels. I felt a surge of sexual electricity when our eyes met. She was a busty blonde. I was a busty brunette. Images of licking her pussy came to mind as soon as she sat beside me.
"What kind of books do you read?" She asked me.
I was so excited. Books? Finally someone intelligent to talk to. I not only wanted to dive in to her cunt, I wanted to dive in to her mind.
"I read Hunter S. Thompson & Henry Miller." I replied. I was hopeful that she would know who both authors were unlike all of the morons that usually attended prayer meetings.
"I LOVE Henry Miller!" She cried out.
We began swapping books and hanging out on the weekends. We were very affectionate. We would hug and kiss each other on the cheek. Sometimes we would hold hands. We thought it was all very innocent. Being that way felt so natural.
We made up a kissing game one night when she was sleeping over. We would kiss each other slowly and sweetly all over the neck and face, avoiding the lips. Whoever was being kissed would rate the kisses on a scale between 1 and 10. The game continued well in to the sleepy night. Darcy and I usually slept completely nude. That night was no different. Darcy kept getting closer and closer to my tits with her kisses. My pussy was hot and wet. We both seemed to be drunk on the arousal and sleepiness. I saw Darcy's face go down lower, right above my tits. I ached for her to make contact with my breast. Slowly, Darcy's tongue made its way out of her full lips and on to the tip of my hardened nipple. Ah, ecstasy. She flickered her tongue back and forth, driving me wild. I pulled her up to my face and finally we kissed. Our tongues made sweet love while she rubbed her sopping wet pussy against my thigh. I turned her on to her back and gave her pink titties a good tongue-lashing. She said I was a solid 10 when it came to titty play.
We had been too afraid too do anything below the waist. That night, at least. We fell asleep in each other's arms with our tits pressed against each other. I woke up the next morning and fantasized about what it would be like to have a cock. I seriously wanted to fuck Darcy. In the worst way imaginable.
"What kind of books do you read?" She asked me.
I was so excited. Books? Finally someone intelligent to talk to. I not only wanted to dive in to her cunt, I wanted to dive in to her mind.
"I read Hunter S. Thompson & Henry Miller." I replied. I was hopeful that she would know who both authors were unlike all of the morons that usually attended prayer meetings.
"I LOVE Henry Miller!" She cried out.
We began swapping books and hanging out on the weekends. We were very affectionate. We would hug and kiss each other on the cheek. Sometimes we would hold hands. We thought it was all very innocent. Being that way felt so natural.
We made up a kissing game one night when she was sleeping over. We would kiss each other slowly and sweetly all over the neck and face, avoiding the lips. Whoever was being kissed would rate the kisses on a scale between 1 and 10. The game continued well in to the sleepy night. Darcy and I usually slept completely nude. That night was no different. Darcy kept getting closer and closer to my tits with her kisses. My pussy was hot and wet. We both seemed to be drunk on the arousal and sleepiness. I saw Darcy's face go down lower, right above my tits. I ached for her to make contact with my breast. Slowly, Darcy's tongue made its way out of her full lips and on to the tip of my hardened nipple. Ah, ecstasy. She flickered her tongue back and forth, driving me wild. I pulled her up to my face and finally we kissed. Our tongues made sweet love while she rubbed her sopping wet pussy against my thigh. I turned her on to her back and gave her pink titties a good tongue-lashing. She said I was a solid 10 when it came to titty play.
We had been too afraid too do anything below the waist. That night, at least. We fell asleep in each other's arms with our tits pressed against each other. I woke up the next morning and fantasized about what it would be like to have a cock. I seriously wanted to fuck Darcy. In the worst way imaginable.
If only they knew...
Okay, I'm terrified at the prospect that the people I work with could find out about my double life as a sex maniac. They think of me as a shy church girl. But really, Husband and I only go to church to try and fuck in the bathrooms or storage closets. Getting off at church is a huge turn-on. We don't manage to do it every Sunday unfortunately. The last time was a couple of weeks ago. I gave husband a blow job amidst bibles and crucifixes. HOT! Good thing I don't believe in hell.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I like sex
I'm so excited about my new blog. I've been overwhelmed by my experiences and fantasies and I've had no one to talk to. I want to tell you all about the things I've been doing. Bit by titillating bit.
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