5:50 AM  I awake slowly, a few moments before Veronica’s alarm is set to go off. I slide over and cuddle up next to her, remembering our coupling the night before. We kiss gently and my rising cock nudges up against her ass.  I reach over her prone figure and cup a breast, feeling the nipple stiffen against my palm. 

Mmm, that feels nice…

I slide my hand down and rest it on her pubic mound, putting gentle pressure on her.  Hows that?

Even better. Except now I have to go pee.  You wanna continue this?

Silly girl, I’m always up for a happy beginning to my day!

I take my turn in the bathroom and return to find her nude on the bed, laying on top of the bedcovers.  I run my hands down her back, over her lovely ass and down her thighs all the way to her feet and back to the top again.  My cock is rapidly responding and is aching to be inside her…

How do you want me?

Get up on your knees.

She complies, keeping her thighs close together.  I kneel behind her, my knees to the outside of her legs and I slide the head of my cock along her opening, spreading her moisture over my cock head. In one smooth motion I slide completely inside her.

Mmm, that feels so good…

Yes it does.  It’s a workday and we don’t have much time, so I quickly settle into a steady rhythm, firmly grasping her hips and controlling the pace and depth of my strokes.

Lay down flat on your stomach.  Open your legs wide.

Again, she complies.  I grind against the soft, smooth skin of her ass, my cock nestled deep inside her pussy. I feel that oh-so-familiar sensation beginning and quickening my pace.  Ahh…..

I lie down on top of her, my softening cock still inside her.  She brushes her hair aside, turns to face me, and we kiss.

Good morning, my love

Good morning to you too, sweetheart

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We go through our respective work days, talking on the phone once or twice.  At one point in the morning my phone beeps with a text message.  “I’m leaking onto my black thong”

I love when she shares when she feels our combined juices leaking from her pussy!

5:10 PM She arrives home with PP.  I had gotten home shortly before her with DB and had already changed out of my work clothes and was checking e-mails.  We make small talk while I chat online.  She announces that she is going into the bedroom to change and perhaps I would like to join her to “chat”.  Which is really just an invitation to watch her change, ogle her in whatever matching bra and thong set she is wearing that day and maybe make out a little.  After all, foreplay can happen all day long…

“Well, nice chatting with you Jennybean, but Veronica is home so I’m gonna go”

I follow her into the bedroom and watch as she removes her boots, the “boots of naughtiness”, casually kicking them into the closet.  I step close to her, she looks up and me and we kiss.  And then Princess Persistent marches into the room!

Why don’t you go sit on your brothers head or something?  Mommy and daddy have to talk for a few minutes.

[Seriously, that's what she said!]

PP leaves after a little more cajoling and this time we locked the door!

I push Veronica up against the wall, cradle the back of her head in one hand and grab the front of her neck, lightly, with the other hand.  We kiss, passionately.  My cock is straining against the surgical scrub pants that I sometimes wear when I’m bumming around the house [soooo comfy...]

I move her over by the side of the bed and watch as she unbuttons her blouse, one button at a time, slowly revealing her cleavage.  Next to go is her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her black bra and thong. I push her back onto the bed, drop my pants, grab the crotch of her thong and pull it aside, not even bothering to take it off her, knowing she loves the little extra friction of the fabric moving against her.  Quickly and effortlessly I slid right inside her warm, wet pussy, wondering if some of her wetness was remnants of the mornings coupling.

We do this sometimes, knowing we don’t have enough time even for a quickie.  But certainly enough time to give her a few strokes as a little tease for once the kids are asleep later.  But today I have other ideas…

Hey honey, you think we have time for a quickie?  We can make it fast and then take our time again later tonight.

Are you getting greedy?  Suggesting we have sex 3 times in one day!

I certainly didn’t hear her complaining, as I was laying face to face and slowly grinding into the depths of her pussy.  Maybe we could even go for the trifecta for the first time in a while…

Kid-related noises from the living room remind us that we don’t have much time, since we’ve already been in here for a few minutes and it’s getting towards dinner time.

I want to cum in your mouth.

I’d love it.  Fuck me hard and cum in my mouth!

I grab her ankles, hold her legs high and wide and fuck her hard and fast, driving myself deeper and harder with each stroke. Oh hell, I can feel it starting to build…

Get on your knees!

She readily complies and waits with her mouth open, knowing how much I not only like to cum in her mouth but to see it shoot into her.  As soon as she feels the first spurt land on her tongue she engulfs my cock, taking me as deep as she can, then backing off until just my cockhead is inside her, then  sucking on me.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod go easy, you’re gonna kill me…

She lightens her touch, now casually running her tongue up and down my shaft, tasting the combination of our juices in her mouth.  She stands up and kisses me, sharing the taste…

And then it’s time to resume parenting duties :-(

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10:00 pm.  The kids are long since in bed and we’ve been relaxing in the living room, watching TV and chatting.  Veronica is making fast friends with the female half of a couple we just met on the lifestyle website.

[No more talk of her just yet.  Each time we think that there may be something worth  blogging about, they flake out on us.  We'll wait to see what develops with this couple before we say anymore.]

All of this talk and picture sharing has gotten Hubman horny again. We’re gonna go and have sex.  For the third time today!

[OK, I lied, I had to mention her just a little bit...]

We undress and get into bed, holding each other close and chatting about the day.  My hand wanders to her pussy.

See, I’m still damp from earlier.

Yes, I see.

Why don’t you go down there and kiss my poor tired pussy?

I slide down, moving her thighs apart with my hands and delicately sliding my tongue across her clit.  Our new online friend must have really gotten her worked up, as Veronica bucks her hips up into my face as she reaches the first of what proves to be several orgasms in rapid succession.

Oh my god, give me your cock again!

I move up and roughly enter her.  She kisses me, all over my face, reveling in the taste of her own juices on me.  Just as she is about to cum again, I abruptly pull out.

No, put it back!  Please!

I move back down between her thighs, concentrating on her clit now, making her cum again.  Just as this orgasm seems to be reaching it’s peak, I stop and push my cock back inside her.

And I repeat the entire routine again, bringing her just to the edge of orgasm with my cock, putting her over the top with my tongue then resuming fucking her.

I want you to fuck my ass now

She gets onto her knees, assuming the same position we started the day in, a little over 16 hrs earlier.  I slip back inside her pussy and apply some lube, gently working one finger into her ass while I keep stroking her pussy, slower now.

And then I slide just an inch or so inside her ass, letting her relax and get used to me.  She reaches in the draw for her silver bullet and slips it inside her slick pussy, holding the remote in her hand.  I stop moving and let her back herself onto my cock, taking me further into her ass as she relaxes more.  Slowly I start stroking her, feeling her loosen up just a little bit, that little bit that tells me it’s okay to move a little more vigorously.

She turns on the bullet vibe.

Holyhellthatfeelsgoodohmygodturnitdownalittleyou’regonnamakemecumrealfast

The words tumble out of my mouth, the vibrations reverberating throughout her pelvis and directly onto my cock.   This may be the third time today but I don’t think I’m gonna last very long…

[I don't know what it is about anal sex, but it always has Veronica uttering the filthiest phrases]

Oh yeah, fuck my ass hard, I’m just your little anal slut!

I reach up and grab her shoulders, as if I’m going to massage her neck.  But no, this is to control her, to keep her from trying to move away.  I pound her hard and fast, occasionally pulling all of the way out then driving all the way back in with one fast stroke.  Quickly I begin to feel my orgasm rising up, but I don’t want this to end yet, so I try to arrest it by stopping.  But the damn vibrator practically has control of me and I involuntarily begin moving again.  There is no stopping now and I feel myself releasing deep inside her.  She bears down on me, squeezing me tight and milking every last drop out of me with her ass.

I withdraw and I tell her “Thank you.”

The pleasure was all mine.

[Just so you don't get the wrong idea, Wednesday was highly unusual for us.  Twice in one day?  Once in a while, usually on a weekend.  Three times?  That's pretty rare.  And on a workday?  I have no idea the last time that happened, if ever!]

Feb 252009
 

But to see her you gotta scroll past me and Veronica *wink*

For last weeks HNT I introduced my ode to Leonardo da Vinci’s sketch of the Vitruvian Man.  da Vinci’s birthday is in mid-April, so I thought I would try to make this theme of exploring shapes and lines on the body last until then.

What do we have here?

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Consider the cylindrical shapes of my finders and forearms.  Or if I was to close my hand, a ball.

Of course, who can forget about the lovely apple shape of Veronica’s bottom?

[Thanks to Dana for her post on the Gimp software program and selective colorization.  What do you think?]

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Since everyone wrote such glowing comments about my Mystery Guest a few weeks ago, she decided to make an encore appearance.  If all of this positive feedback keeps up, she may just start another blog for HNT!  [Her regular blog is read by family and friends, so she doesn't want to participate in the nekkid fun there...]

mg1*click-click*

Now make sure that you visit Osbasso to see who else is getting half-nekkid!

And you know where else to find Veronica and I this week…

Feb 252009
 

[I have a new post up on Hot Dads, in case you're interested.]

I’m a very lucky man.

Perhaps that is stating the obvious.  But this past weekend illustrated that point quite well.  DB and I spent 3 days visiting my mom and step-dad in Pittsburgh.

Everyone knows that my wife Veronica also has a blog and that we don’t really keep much of anything from each other.  We read each others e-mails and chats, browse blogs together, and don’t mind when members of the opposite sex sends us nekkid pictures.

I am most certainly not as brave as Sexy Sadie, who told her mother about her open marriage.  In fact, I would be mortified if my mother knew about our involvement in the lifestyle.  Hell, she doesn’t even know we read blogs, much less have our own.  Our families know nothing of our lifestyle…

Never mind our naughty getaways…

After spending a few days at moms, I understand now how it might be for those of you who blog without your significant other knowing and/or blog about stuff you don’t want your S/O to know about.

I brought my laptop with me, the naugthy one.  We have 2 laptops, one which is ‘family safe’ and DB is allowed to us, the other which is not definitely not ‘family safe’.

While visiting my step-dad in the rehab facility [he's doing OK, not great, but OK], my mom asked if I had any new pictures of Princess Persistent to show him.  It just so happened that Veronica had texted me some pictures of her earlier that day.

But, let’s just say that there are pictures of several women who have shared special pictures with me, pictures that are interspersed among pictures of the family.

“Uh, just a sec, mom, let me find something”  Frantically looking for pics of PP without mom seeing the phone…

Never mind doing something as simple as checking my e-mail around her.  All I need is for her to look at the screen and see messages from Another Suburban Mom, Southern Vixen, Suburban Hotwife, SwingerWife, etc.

So I restricted any internet time to either early in the morning or late at night.  Thank goodness that I was able to pirate a wireless signal from the guest room in the basement!

Seriously, I don’t understand how those of you who want or have to hide your e-mail and blogging activities [never mind other "activities"] do that every day.  It would drive me nuts!

I have to say, though, that I have an enormous amount of respect for any of you who have chosen to share your lifestyle choices with parents, siblings, etc.  Maybe someday I’ll find the same strength…

Happy Hump Day!

Who says global warming is a bad thing?

Who says global warming is a bad thing?

Feb 242009
 

I need a nap.  I do realize that I’m typing that thought at 6:40 am.  DB and I spent the weekend in Pittsburgh visiting my mother and ailing step-father and we did not get home until 10:30 last night.  And you know that after being away for 3 nights Veronica just couldn’t wait to get her hands [and other parts] on my cock again.

Not that I’m complaining…

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The lovely folks who provide the TMI Tuesday questions every week are soliciting contributors.  If you have any questions you’d like to ask, go to the TMI page and e-mail them your ideas.

On to the questions…

Let me preface my answers by saying that I’m assuming these questions are in the context of sex/sexuality/sexual escapades.  Sure, there are completely “vanilla” ways to answers these questions.  Is anyone really surprised how I’m choosing to answer these?  Come on now…

1. What do find is the most exciting part of a new sexual encounter?

Undressing the woman, slowly removing her clothes and exploring each and every inch of her flesh as it is revealed.  Running my hands over her body, licking, sucking, kissing each spot as I desire…

2. Do you have “a most exciting part of a sexual encounter” with a usual partner?

Veronica is the only “usual” partner for me [though it would be nice if we saw Sarah more often...], and I always love the feeling of penetrating her for the first time during that encounter.  Whether it is a painfully slow [on purpose]  inch-by-inch entrance into her pussy, a rough and fast balls-deep first plunge, or a slow and careful opening of her ass, nothing beasts that first full-length stroke  :-D

3. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you just met?

4. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you work with?

5. How open and honest are you about your life with a casual acquaintance who lives in your neighborhood (or the parent a your child’s friend or…)?

I don’t think I’m any more or less honest and open with new acquaintances, co-workers, or friends in the neighborhood.  They are all clueless about our involvement in the lifestyle, and there is NO sex-talk at all.  In all other aspects of my life, I am who I am and don’t put up any false fronts. I’d like to think that I’m fairly open and very honest.

I’m wondering, are there any swingers, hotwives, or anyone in an open marriage who is reading this and whose family or “vanilla” friends knows about their sexual lifestyle?

Bonus (as in optional): Define a “normal” as in “normal relationship” or “normal sex life”.

What’s normal?  Oh, that’s a good one.  What is normal for Veronica and I isn’t even what was normal for us 5 or 10 yrs ago.  I’m pretty sure that we’re outside of the mainstream of what most people consider “normal”, even if you disregard the swinging aspect of our life.

While I was in PA over the weekend I met up with my “office wife” from grad school and had lunch with her and her husband.  We know each other very, very well and have shared a lot of intimate details over the years.  She is my benchmark for “normal”.  I think she would be shocked if she knew how our sex life has evolved over the past year.  Hell, she got all flustered when I told her that Veronica and I occasionally like to visit a strip club and sure, Veronica likes to get lap dances as well.

If she only knew…

Feb 222009
 

[Veronica and I wrote this one together...]

God bless the internet! Between Craigslist, Adult Friend Finder, Swinglifestyle, Ashley Madison and a whole host of other sites, there are plenty of opportunities to find love/sex/fuck buddies/ friends-with-benefits or whatever else you’re looking for.

But how to figure out who is “for real” and who isn’t?

What raises a ‘red flag’ for us?  Who is wasting our time and who is genuinely interested in seeing us?  And by seeing us, I mean fucking us.  Because that’s why we’re swingers, we have fun fucking other people.  Sport fucking, if you will.

In Bill Cosby’s brilliant monologue about childbirth he references he and his wife being intellectuals. You can watch the clip, which is still hilarious more than 25 years later. Anyway, he references that as intellectuals, he and his wife go to school to learn things that other people just do naturally. Hubman and I consider ourselves to be intellectuals. It’s either that or we were simply able to sit still long enough to complete many, many years of school.

When we decided to participate in the lifestyle we did some research. We mostly used different websites and read some books. We also took the opportunity to question people that we met at our first lifestyle party. While these people were EXTREMELY helpful and probably saved us months of mistakes, experience is still the best teacher. There are many red flags to be aware of out there in the lifestyle. For those of you considering going into the lifestyle, we thought we would share some of our mistakes and the frustrations we have encountered.

Issue #1: Is there a woman in this “couple”?

One common misconception about swinging is that the whole thing is engineered by a bunch of horny men. That could not be further from the truth. While you need a man and a woman to swap, (and for the sake of this, we are going with heterosexual with a side of bi-girl sex) swinging is all about the women. In the more balanced couples we meet, the woman is the one in charge of the social planning.

However, many newbies will start and continue corresponding with couples where there is no woman, and then get pissed when the no-woman issue reveals itself. This usually happens as you are planning the date. The guy will confess that he and the woman on the profile recently broke up, but he would still like to meet you guys. If you meet this guy, run, run as fast as you can.

So how to spot the “Chickless Couple” before you waste too much time?

  1. The profile picture is a solo picture of the man: If the woman is not front and center, chances are there is no woman. The profile is advertising and the woman is the spokesperson and the bait.
  2. The pictures of the woman looks very generic and vaguely familiar: That is because they have been lifted from someone else’s website or a swimsuit catalog. Heck, we all know how easy it is to save photos from blogs. How much harder is it to upload them to a profile? Not too hard.
  3. The description of the woman is generic with no discussion about what she likes in the profile, but there is LOTS of information about the man.  Or, he says he has a female friend who likes to play as well.  Suuuuuure he does…
  4. The woman is never around to webcam, or there is always issues why you can’t see them but they still want to see you.
  5. You can never talk to the woman. It is a strict rule of ours that the ladies arrange the 1st meeting on the phone. That way, we can be sure there is a woman there. Unless the woman is deaf or mute you should be able to speak to her before you meet.

There is one “couple” that stands out as a prime example for us.  We have attempted to webcam with them several times, but there is always an issue on their end, they frequently request to trade pics but then send us the same ones we’ve already seen before, and when we attempted to jump start things by proposing an actual date we were met with silence.  Either there is actually not a woman there, or there are an example of Issue #2…

Issue #2: Couples that are flakier than a croissant factory

You can argue that we are amoral sluts headed straight for the lake of fire, but you cannot call us flaky. We respond promptly to emails, answer our chats and only cancel in an emergency. And if we’re not interested, for whatever, we will politely tell them so, rather than ignore them. Sadly, it appers that we are rare. How can you tell if you are dealing with a flake?

  1. If they have had their profile up for awhile (at least a year) but claim to have never actually swapped, chances are they are not serious. Veronica has IM’ed with a woman who initiated contact with her. Her profile looking for a woman had been up for a year, and as a single, attractive, non-smoking woman, she claimed to have never so much as kissed another woman yet.
  2. If after IM’ing and/or webcamming, complete with naughty talk and virtual sex, they do not ask to talk to you.
  3. Or, you take the initiative and give them your phone number, and get nothing.

We rule out couples by offering them a solid date. We tell them, we have a sitter and plans to go out on a certain night and we invite them to join us. We give them about 5 days to a week’s notice. If they can’t come and don’t try to offer up a different night, chances are they are flaky. The only exception to this is if you have a couple with limited babysitting options. We have 4 girls who normally sit for us and can normally get one of them with 24 hours notice, sometimes less, especially since we don’t go out a lot on Saturdays. If the couple counters with, we have to check with the sitter and get back to you give them a chance to do so. If they don’t get back to you, even to say “sorry, perhaps another time” then they are flaky.

Matt and Lisa are a great example.  They state that they only allow themselves one date-night per month, and we first bagen corresponding with them in late October.  November didn’t work out, as Veronica was in Indianapolis meeting some other bloggers.  December, they told us they had plans to attend a house party and invited us to come along, to which we readily agreed.  We repeatedly inquire about the location and other details, to no avail.  The day before the party, they tell us the party is full and there is no room for more attendees, them included.  Huh?  So we try again in January, agreeing to meet at a hotel meet and greet.  This time, we both cancelled because of inclement weather.  Last weekend we were going out for a date, just the two of us.  What the hell, let’s give them one more chance.  Veronica tells him of our plans that morning, he says great, we’ll see if we can get out.  Nothing, not even a “hey, sorry, but it wasn’t enough notice” in reply.  Either they are world class flakes or there is no woman there, because we’ve never actually seen or heard her, despite Hubman’s repeated attempted to initiate contact with her.  We’re DONE with them.

The flakiest of all are single women. One of the reasons that Hubman and I relaxed our moral standards to include married women is that if we were waiting for a single woman, we would still be waiting.

Last summer Veronica made contact with a very attractive woman on AFF.  They exchanged naughty pictures, chatted on the phone a few times, and set a date to meet.  The woman cancelled.  They rescheduled, she cancelled again.  And again. Then Veronica was in her town for a conference, told her so, and suggested that she could meet for a quick dinner or something.  No response.

Its kind of like that whole “He’s just not that into you” concept. If a couple wants to meet, they will do their best to make it happen. When we hung out with Max and Irma, they told us that they did not have ready access to sitters, but we could come over to their house after 9pm when their kids were long in bed, which is what we did.

Within the flaky is a subset we call ‘collectors’. They like to collect naked pictures and are not into meeting. Set a limit with yourself that you will send no more than a certain number of photos. Then it’s meeting time. There are also people who just like to chat and webcam. After two sessions we tell the couple that we like them and want to meet. If they are not responsive, then we move on.

Also never send more than one photo without reciprocation. This is another good way to weed out the ‘no woman’ people.

Issues #3: The Couple is NOTHING like their profile.

Truth in advertising? Hah!

On several of the lifestyle sites, you put in your age instead of your birthday. The system then does not update your age. Many couples forget to do that. [Like Hubman.  Crap, I turned 39 a few weeks ago.  Better go check our profile...] So when gauging age you might want to add one year to the posted age for every year the profile is up.

Another issues is that people post photos of themselves…..from 5 years ago. Then you meet them and they look nothing like their photos. Look carefully at the non-naked photos. How old does the clothing they are wearing look? For example, just how crisp looking is that “Red Sox 2004 World Champions shirt? That can help you date the pictures. When swapping photos, I try to include at least one photo with a date stamp so the receiver knows it is recent. However, that is a tricky one to work with since it would be rude to ask for a date-stamped photo. That is when the webcam becomes your friend. That is also why we I like to go to parties. We can see people live and in person in a low pressure situation. If we know we are going to a party, we now ask the couple that we are courting if they are going as well and try to encourage them to go.

[Speaking of which, we're going to another party this weekend and have told a couple that contacted us that we'll be there.  We'll see what happens...]

Before our second meet and greet party, we contacted a couple or two on the lifestyle website that we found attractive and knew would be at the party, to let them know we where looking forward to meeting them.

Yikes!  On their profile they listed their ages in the early 40s and showed a few pictures, but no face pics.  After meeting them, there is no way in hell that either of them is a day under 50!  Old, old pictures!

We’re sure that some of our friends in the lifestyle have similar tales.  Or perhaps you disagree with our assessment of some of these couples.

But we *know* that there is at least one couple who reads here regularly and is considering the lifestyle, so we hope this post at least is helpful for them, if not for anyone else.

Feb 212009
 

Veronica was taking an afternoon nap.  We were all out late the night before, busting our swingers club cherry.  Then we spent the morning fucking, taking pictures, then hanging out by the hotel pool and enjoying some cocktails.

Southern Vixen was sitting in the living room of our suite, texting dirty messages back and forth to her boy Hank. He is her boyfriend back home, her boyfriend that has absolutely no freakin’ clue about her swinging habits.

“He wants a picture of my pussy right now!”

She quickly whips off her cute bikini bottom and positions herself for me to snap a few pics of her gorgeous cunt.  Of course, I have to be careful to make it look like these are self-pics that she took, since poor Hank thinks she is home.

[What I really want to do is show you one of the pictures I took, but I'm afraid that is revealing a bit too much of my dear SV and she would not be pleased.  You'll have to believe me when I tell you that her pussy is GORGEOUS!]

“He wants me to call and have a little phone sex with him”

Hell yeah, go for it!  She dials his number and he answers immediately!  She had put her bikini back on and now one hand made its way inside.  She is flicking one finger back and forth over her erect clit while she’s talking with him and taking his direction.

I sit back and admire the view.  She is laying back on the couch, legs spread wide, one hand working over her pussy.  What a sight.  I just relax, watch, and reach into my shorts to stroke my cock a bit.

After SV gets herself off once, I move next to her, grab her arm by the wrist and pull it away from her cunt.

My turn.

She reminds me that Hank thinks she is alone, and I tell her not, to worry, I’ll be quiet.  But I can’t make any promises that what I’m going to do to her won’t make her scream.  You see, SV is very vocal when she cums, and I love it!

I slip my hand into her bikini, my fingers first feeling the slippery wetness of her pubic mound, damp from her own hand spreading her juices around.  I reach further, running my finger over her erect and sensitive clit, giving it a quick little rub before continuing my journey to my target.

I wiggle two fingers between her swollen and engorged lips, finding the entrance to her sex.   Without warning, I slide a finger deep inside her pussy, as far as I can reach, and start rubbing that special spot that I know sends her right over the edge.  The palm of my hand is over her mound, and I gently close my hand and rub at the same time.  The combination of my finger on her g-spot and my palm putting pressure on her mound and clit is too much, and she quickly cums again.

She looks at me and mouths the word “two”.  She wants two fingers.  Now I have 2 fingers buried deep inside her.  “Three”.  Of course, my dear, whatever you want, I know what you like.

For the next several minutes, I just focus on finger-fucking her into orgasmic bliss.  1, 2, 3, maybe even 4 fingers, however many I want.  I move between her thighs and use both hands, filling her cunt with as many fingers as she wants and rubbing her clit.  All the while she is talking dirty to her boy Hank.

Ladies, you know those few moments right after an orgasm when you’re just too sensitive to touch?  SV reached that point, but I was in control here.  I knew that she was absolutely loving the effect I was having on her, yet she had to restrain herself somewhat, since Hank had no idea I was there.  How hard could I make her cum, make much could I torture her, knowing how much she longed to cry out and let go, giving in to the pleasure, but also knowing that she didn’t want to give away any secrets to Hank?

I kept going, rubbing her clit, running my fingers all along the smooth, wet walls of her cunt, feeling the depths of her pussy, watching the expressions on her face as she struggles to keep quiet.

I pulled her bikini bottom back off again at some point.  Enough.  I want another taste of her pussy, to feel her juices all over my face as she grinds her hips into me as I flick my tongue across her clit.  To kiss her afterwards, to have her taste her own juices on my face.  Maybe I’ll even shove my cock inside her for the second time today and fuck her while she talks dirty to Hank.

Hank, who still thinks she is alone and is playing with himself all the while.

And then the call ends.  Hank came, and had to go.

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SV and I relaxed and had a good laugh at the absurdity of the situation.  This much fun should be illegal!  But now it was time to gently rouse Veronica from her nap.  You see, it was late in the afternoon of our last full day together, and we still had a ton of HNT and Tits for Troops picture ideas and it was time to get to work.  There would time for more fucking later.

Feb 202009
 

But first, these messages….

A blogger by the name of Bizarre Brunette posts a list of her favorite HNTs each week, kinda like Sage and Vixen do.  Guess what?  I’m one of them!!!  You should go see who else she likes.

As a follow-up to my Social Networks post the other day, a kind reader e-mailed me this link on the 10 privacy settings every Facebook user should know.  Good stuff, you should check it out if you’re on Facebook.

I’ll be gone for a few days.  Darling Boy and I are going to Pittsburgh to visit my mom and ailing step-father.  I’m bringing my laptop with me, but there are some things I don’t want mom looking over my shoulder and seeing!!!

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The Meme of Firsts

I’ve seen this meme circulating around here and there, then Veronica got tagged with it, so she in turn tagged me.  Why, I have no idea, since she knows the answers to practically every one of the questions!  Anyway, here are my answers…

The Rules:

1. Please post them at the beginning of your meme.
2. Please include a link to Sex Talk For Men. [Done.]
3. Also, please include as many sordid details in your answers as possible — if you haven’t got any, make them up! [I'm not making anything up!]

1. First French kiss?

11 years old, sleep away summer camp, she was 13.  It was movie night and we laid together watching the movie, sleeping bags side-by-side.  Afterwards, all of the kids were told to go back to their respective cabins and Jeannette and I took the long way back  to the cabin area.  She stopped us and moved in to kiss me.  WTF?  Tongue?  I was befuddled, to say the least!  But she was patient with me and I was apparently a quick learner.  All was good in no time.

2. First boyfriend / girlfriend?

It wasn’t Jeannette.  I was only at camp for a week that summer and I think that movie night was the last or next-to-last night of the camp week.  Fast forward 2 yrs or so, 8th grade, her name was Ruth.  We’d hang out at her house after school and kissed some.  Never went any further than that.

3. First type.

I think my type has always been curvy brunette.  Just look at Veronica and picture variations on her.  Only 2 blonde girlfriends that I can think of.  And no stick figures.  Tits and hips are nice ;-)

4. First time you had sex.

Veronica.  And you know what, for years she and I have messed up our meet-aversary!  It was the last Saturday in September 1990.  Which was the 29th, looking back now.  But if you asked us anytime over the last 10 years, we would have said the 30th!  We then had sex 2 Fridays later, which would have been a Friday the 13th if we met on the 30th.  Oops…

Anyway, we had sex 4 (!!!) times that night.  It was spectacular.  Still is *wink*

5. First celebrity crush.

Can’t think of one.

6. First sexual fantasy.

Ah, Dawn, my girlfriend of almost 2 yrs in HS.  How I wanted to have her legs up in the air, me between them, and I thought about that many a time while doing the 5 knuckle chuckle.  Alas, it was not meant to be *pout*

7. First person you fell in love with.

Veronica.  I thought I fell in love with Dawn, but I know better now.

8. First proper sex toy.

My left hand?  I don’t know, guys don’t really use them now, do they?

9. First porn video.

Don’t know where it came from, but I discovered a copy of “Taboo” with Kay Parker in our house, about a woman who has sex with her son.  I think I was about 14, so my parents were separated but living in the same house (yeah, that was comfortable…), which might explain why dad had a porno.  I dunno…

10. First sexy lingerie item/sexy briefs owned.

I owned nothing but tightie-whities for years.  Probably 6 or 8 years ago Veronica started getting me briefs in different colors.  Then last year she discovered the Calvin Klein microfiber trunks I love so much.

11. First time giving oral.

Veronica.  I really wanted to with Dawn, and there was another girl the year before I met Veronica, but it didn’t happen.  I actually don’t remember the first time, though.  Probably not too long after the first time we had sex.  I don’t think I was very good at it then.  But I’d like to think I’m better now  ;-)

12. First time getting oral.

Again, Dawn.  It was OK.  And then there was Laura, sophomore year in college.  That girl was something else.

13. First orgasm given by someone else.

See #12

14. First one night stand.

None, until this past year and our exploration of swinging.  Kind of the opposite of Ms. I’s answer to this question.  Every couple or single woman we’ve played with has been with the intention of forming a friends-with-benefits relationship.  Well, except for the stripper I fucked in the club…  Anyway, my first one night stand would have been Sept 14, 2008, when Veronica and I swapped with K and B.  So it was also the occasion of our busting our swingers cherries!

15. First dirty book/dirty mag read.

Penthouse Forum.  One of my friends shoplifted it from a grocery store, we were probably 13 or so.  Of my own?  I probably bought my first Playboy when I was 17 or so.  Still have a few of them in a box in the basement.  I won’t mind at all if Darling Boy discovers them someday.

Have a good weekend everyone!!!!

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HNT Vitruvian Man

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Feb 192009
 

[Go visit my friend Southern Vixen's for the closest I'll ever get to showing my face...]

[I was chatting on-line with a friend the other evening, seeking inspiration for a HNT picture.  She suggested something with shapes and the body and I was inspired...]

Vitruvius was a Roman architect from the time of Julius Caesar who among his many writings described the proportions of the greatest work of art of all: the human body, which led to his describing what became known as the Vitruvian Man.

Leonardo da Vinci’s classic sketch depicts the supposedly ideal proportions of the human body, within a circle and a square, which are the fundamental geometric patterns in nature.  So we begin the exploration of the shapes found on body by considering me against the Vitruvian Man.

Perhaps the proportion most obvious in the sketch is that the arms outstretched should equal the individuals standing height.

vitruvian-man*clickity click and judge for yourself*

And click here for an alternate version.  Just for the record, I’m 6’2″ tall and my reach is 6’4″, so I’m slightly off from the “ideal” proportions.  Oh well, no one’s perfect…

[Yes, I realize that da Vinci's sketch is of a man from the front.  I don't THINK so!]

Over the coming weeks we’ll be exploring more of the proportions and shapes found in the human body.

Now get over to Osbasso’s place and see who else is playing this week!!

Social Networks

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Feb 182009
 

Six months ago, if you asked me who I was still in touch with from high school, I would have answered “absolutely nobody”.  In fact, except for the 3 other people from my high school that attended the same college I did, every one of those friendships dissolved shortly after graduation.

Several months ago, Veronica set up her Facebook profile.  While she was at it, she created a shell profile for me.  My sister also has a Facebook profile, and had reconnected with some friends from elementary school.    She took the initiative to make a friend recommendation to me, and the rest, as they say, is history.

I’m not one to invite every name I recognize as a “friend” but at the same time I don’t ignore any friend requests, unless my reaction is “Who are you?” and a quick check of my high school yearbook doesn’t answer that question.  But I do have a fair number of friends.

It’s been kind of amusing, looking at pictures of old high school friends.  Seeing who looks good 21 yrs later.  Or not so good, as the case may be…

There is the guy who had to shave daily in 7th grade…  and is bald now

There is the girl voted “Class flirt” our senior year…  looking as good as ever

The senior class president, who looks to be in great shape…  since “round” is a shape

My friend dating all the way back to 2nd grade….  and his smokin’ hot wife!

The class valedictorian… now out of the closet, and an avowed Socialist, living in Germany

The girl who has spent a bit too much time in the sun…  and looks about 50 because of it

And then there is Carol *sigh*

I had a major crush on Carol for quite a while, and even mustered the courage to ask her out once or twice.  Early last week I got a friend request from her!  We’ve been e-mailing back and forth and catching up a bit.  As it turns out, she lives in the same town as Veronica’s aunt, which is where the wedding we went to 2 weeks ago was held!  Too bad I hadn’t heard from her a week earlier!

She looks great, is as pretty as ever, with the same light up the room smile I remember!

[She never did agree to go out with me, by the way...]

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I wonder what friends see when they look at my “Friends” list.  After all, there are 4 bloggers amongst them, one bloggers cousin, high school friends, summer camp friends (including the last girl I dated before I met Veronica!), college friends and housemates, family members, and past co-workers.  Now that I think of it, I wonder what my parents think if they’ve ever looked at my friends list!

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One thing I hate is all of the gimmicky crap on Facebook.  I always turn down invites to participate those!

facebook-imageYou see that warning about sharing profile information?  If you’re a blogger who prefers to remain anonymous, but might also be friends with a few other bloggers on Facebook, you might want to be careful.

Normally, the only people who can see your personal info are those you have accepted as friends.  But clicking Allow changes that.  I’ve seen a friends friends friends name and hometown that way.  Just a thought…

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Myspace?  Unless someone has sent me a link to a Myspace page, I’ve never visited it.

I truly do not understand Twitter.  What’s the point? A fellow blogger sent me an invite to join, and at the time I had no idea what it was, but I set up an account anyway.

I think I updated my status just a few times.  It seems narcissistic to think that my “followers” want to know what I’m doing now, which is the premise of Twitter.

I’ve deleted my Twitter account.  I’ll stick with Facebook, thank you very much.

Feb 172009
 

Play along, you know you want to!  And don’t forget to let them know if you do!  Tits for Troops is up as well.  Lots of boobs and moobs to see!

1. What is your favorite charity? Do you you give your time or just money to that charity?

I regularly donate to the American Cancer Society.  My mom is a breast cancer survivor.

2. Describe your bed. What side do you sleep on?

Our bed is in desperate need of a new mattress!  I sleep on the left side, when viewed from the foot of the bed [unless I'm making room for Southern Vixen :-D ].  We usually have flannel sheets, though some of you have picked on the pattern before.  Pfftt, I think they’re comfy.

3. How important is a partners kissing ability?

Very.  I love a good kisser and nothing turns me off faster than a bad kisser.  Except a bad kisser with bad breath.  That’s the worst.

4. Have you ever “taken advantage” of a person under the influence of alcohol? Have you ever been “taken advantage” of while under the influence of alcohol?

Hmm, there was a girl who gave me a blowjob my very first weekend away at college.  I was pretty drunk, but not as drunk as her.  But she was pretty enthusiastic, so I’m not sure you could say that I took advantage of her.

Been taken advantage of?  Oh, come on, you don’t need alcohol to take advantage of me!  I’m pretty easy!

5. Ever tried to replay the famous scene from From Here to Eternity? How was it?

Can’t say that I have.  And the idea of sand getting into places sand shouldn’t be isn’t inspiring.

Bonus (as in optional): What kind of birth control do you use?

We are safer than safe!  I had a vasectomy just about a year ago.  Plus, Veronica is still on the pill, because, well, she is just plain evil when her hormones are left un-regulated!  Click here for her full explanation.

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