Saturday Sex Interview – Firsts

I have made a couple of posts featuring questions from Your Sex Interview. For personal reasons the blogger has made his blog private so cannot link it here but I love the intimate, far reaching style of the questions. He has put together some sets of questions that I thought would be fun to share with you here. So here goes set 1 – Firsts.

Question 1: Describe the first time you experienced an orgasm with another person? (could be any kind of contact not necessarily intercourse)

Sadly I my first orgasm seems to be buried in the depths of my past and does not resonate in my mind as a life changing experience. I learned to masturbate when I was relatively young. I struggled to communicate my desires and what makes me tic to many, many lovers including Mr Jones. So often my best and most resonating orgasms have been self assisted.

I do remember well the first time that Mr Jones and I had sex. In those days I was still governed by some sense of catholic morality and had deemed that we would not have sex until we had been together for a while, I think initially I wanted to wait for a month. My resolve crumbled. We had been somewhere, perhaps overnight camping, I don’t remember but I do remember being together in his room and his cock entering me for the first time. I loved his cock from the first time I saw it, so beautiful. I remember having an orgasm simply from being penetrated. It was un heard of for me.

That fuck and that orgasm sealed the deal for me. He was the one.

Question 2: Describe the time you first saw someone’s private parts? (in a romantic/sexual context)

In high school my boyfriend and I used to sneak into the squash courts to make out during lunch time. I was a boarder and so my socialising was extremely limited. We had very little opportunity to see each other outside of school. It was during these sessions that I reached my hand into a boy’s pants for the first time to feel and later see a real live penis. From memory it was not unattractive to me. It would be a couple of years before I put one in my mouth though.

That event did change my sexual identity.

Question 3: What would you watch first if you were given a magic video library that included videos of every sexual encounter of every living adult on earth? (who, what, where, when, who with, etc.)

I am not really in to watching porn. Watching actual people have actual sex in a live setting is more my scene. So the idea of watching a video of people having sex is not massively appealing. Having said that I do have a weakness for watching a man masturbate. If I could choose any video of any sexual act it would be to watch Johnny masturbate. Oh wait, I already have one of those videos. I guess I don’t need the library.

Question 4: First sexual word/phrase that enters your mind in response to the following prompts:

◦ Big: ?

Cock

◦ Hot: ?

Summer day, wearing a bikini

◦ Tempting: ?

Mmmmmm what I could do with that pretty cock.

◦ People might think I’m a perv if they knew:  ?

I like to surreptitiously look at the front of men’s pants and speculate about what is in there,

◦ I wish I could:  ?

Eat ice-cream every day without getting fat.

Question 5: What is the first thing you would say if your significant other sat you down and asked if one of their friends could join you both for a three way?

The three way thing is not a bother to me. My husband and I have had many of these and I throughly enjoyed all of them.

The problem with this scenario is my husband’s friends. I am not sure if I am up to have sex with most of them. To be perfectly honest I am not sure they could keep up with me!

What do I Know About Women – Part 2

This series is based on a post at Your Sex Interview. I posted Part One here.

What do you know about timing?

Timing is everything. In Duncan’s post he speaks about women being attracted to different types of men at different times of her cycle. I am not sure about that but I know that at different times of her cycle she is unconsciously more attractive to men.

I know my interest in certain men and certain activities can be fleeting. I can be all horny and wanting a certain man to do certain things one day but if he does not talk advantage of the opportunity when it is on offer I can lose interest pretty quickly.

What do you know about three-ways?

A bunch!!!!!!!!

Apparently, they are more common in Australia. I am Australian, I see them happening a bit, but my perspective of non-monogamous sex is a little skewed because of my lifestyle.

My first threesome was a FFM. Back then I was more into girls than I am now. It was very surreal. Mr Jones and I were at a swingers club that we frequent and we met a woman. She told us about her day of treating herself to a massage, some beauty treatments and a nice meal. She was here for some sex, which we had, then she left. The threesome was very nice and she was very nice. Mr Jones still talks about it.

My first MMF involved a double vaginal penetration. There is a story about it on my old blog. It was a life changing moment and one that I haven’t really repeated, yet.

Since then we have threesomes with both men and women but mostly with women. Mostly because it is easier to find men. And because I like cock.

Do I have a preference? I would say I prefer MMF but writing this has made me wonder….

What do you know about women and cheating?

Women cheat. I don’t know if they cheat as often as men. It kind of depends on your definition of cheating. The standard definition of cheating is penis in vagina without the other partner(s) knowledge. But there are so many other things that don’t go quite that far. Is a head job cheating? Is kissing cheating? Is talking dirty via messenger app with someone you met on the internet cheating? Is flirting with the guy who comes in to your work regularly cheating?

I would answer yes to most of those questions, most of the time. My definition of cheating is anything you would not feel comfortable doing while your partner is in the room. So if you wouldn’t do those things in front of your partner you are cheating.

Mr Jones and I have very strict honesty and disclosure rules. They can be quite confronting sometimes but I believe firmly it is the only reason that we are where we are at in our relationship. Without it I would not have the freedom I enjoy and I would not be as happy as I am now.

It is a generalisation but I feel that sometimes women cheat for slightly different reasons than men. I think men mostly cheat because they don’t get sexual fulfillment in their relationships. Women cheat because they don’t feel validated in their relationships. Being with a man who tells them they are attractive and who pays attention to them is important and often a lack of that attention and validation is what drives a woman out of her relationship. Even if it is only to flirt with the delivery guy at work.

This post is part of this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt #418 Truth . I am glad to get the chance to be part of this meme again after a couple of weeks of craziness and not being able to participate. Please make sure you check out the other excellent entries.

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Unexpected Ending

It started out as a relaxed casual night. Some time out from the craziness of the world. I dressed down, jeans and a low cut top. Not that it mattered. Clothes would stay on for a minimal amount of time. Still I liked him to see me dressed nicely. It made me feel good to be dressed nicely for someone.

We met in a space my husband and I created in a part of a property we own. A secret hidden corner, made purely for pleasure and naughty adult fun. He came into the room we said hellos and chatted for about a minute. Then he kissed me. I wanted this night to be different from the heated frenzied, wet sessions we had before. I held myself back, delaying even though I could feel my body responding to him from the first touch. I let myself be guided by him, he placed me where he wanted, he removed my clothes as he wanted, he explored my body at his leisure. From time to time I would seek out his skin to stroke him, perhaps suck his nipples and flatten my palms against his chest and his arse, his divine arse.

Finally we were naked. My arousal had grown steadily. When he placed his lips around my nipple I could feel the spasm inside me but I resisted the urge and held the jet of liquid that threatened to escape me. I knew it was what he wanted but I withheld. He sensed my restraint and changed tack. This time he was teasing me with feather almost touches of my pussy, kissing my thighs before a graze of my outer lips that sent me crazy.

I reached down and pushed his face against my cunt, I was craving the feel of his mouth pressed against me but when the surge built up I pushed it away. I wanted to make him work for his drink. We pushed back and forth for a while like that before I failed and he was rewarded with the first taste of my juice. He gripped my thighs and buried his face in me, taking as much as he could.

Then he stood up,

“I need to fuck you,” It was not a request. He covered himself with a condom before lying down and beckoning me to straddle him. In line with the restraint, I took it slowly easing him in to me taking time to feel him opening my wet cunt and filling me. His hands gripped my hips, pressing me down on to him,

“Where is the spot?” he asked.

I moved myself slightly, seeking the same thing he was, the magical spot, deep inside that would trigger another spasm and jet of liquid. We were both rewarded, I shuddered and squirted over his balls and stomach.

“Tell me!” he demanded using his hands to rock my hips over his cock

“I’m cumming,” my teeth were clenched. I had almost lost control of myself.

We fucked like animals, twisting into different positions, wrapping our bodies around each other. The thought of my husband arriving and seeing us like that popped into my head, it grew there, driving me to greater heights.

“I am going to see if husband can join us,” I whispered in his ear as he fucked me.

“If that is what you want,” he replied.

The text was sent, we continued with our play.

Some time later I was under him, his cock was in me. From where I lay I could see the door, Johnny could not. If husband walked in the first thing he would see was Johnny’s arse pumping his beautiful cock into me. Downstairs I thought I heard the door, my heart skipped a beat but I refocused. If Johnny knew my husband was in the room he didn’t let on. We were in our own world but it was a world that would soon encompass three people. My husband undressed and lay on the bed beside us. He and Johnny greeted each other.

Situations like that can be dicey. The dynamic when changing from two players to three can sometimes go very awry but this time it didn’t. The two men were comfortable enough with themselves and each other. There was respect for everyone.

My gamble paid off. I went from being worshipped by one man to being worshipped by two. Hands and cocks seemed everywhere, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my hand. Two men held me between them, two male bodies pressing against me, a manwhich, it has been so long since I had had that experience. It is one of the most divine.

The thing that makes a manwhich so good is the men enjoying each other as well as me. While my husband fucked me Johnny licked my pussy. Juice covered his face. I squirmed and my husband’s cock slipped out of me. Johnny took the opportunity to take a cock into his mouth for a brief moment before helping it back into me.

He then moved to kneel beside my head. I opened my mouth and took his beautiful cock into my mouth. My arm wrapped around his arse pushing him into my mouth, my other hand caressed his balls. Underneath my husband I looked up past Johnny’s cock to watch the pleasure on his face.

I transferred Johnny’s cock to my husband’s mouth, for a time we slipped him back and forth between us. The tension between the three of us built up. I could feel my husband nearing his climax. Johnny gripped his cock bringing himself closer. My husband climaxed groaning in pleasure giving me the chance to watch Johnny as he neared his own climax. His hand gripped his cock and his face reflected his pleasure.

“Tell me,” I commanded him.

“I am cumming,” he grunted. Warm, white jizz splashed over my face and into my mouth. The taste was amazing, clean and salty. Unexpected, much like the ending to our evening.

This post is part of this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt #416 Twists. For more mid week wickedness make sure you check out some of the other entries.

The Perfect Friday Night

I am not sure if school swimming carnivals are a thing in the rest of the world. But here in the Land Down Under the school swimming carnival is an institution that causes great joy in the minority of a school population, a neutral feeling in probably the majority and angst in the rest of us. For teachers swimming carnivals are, like a lot of whole school sporting events, a chance for those kids who struggle in the classroom to shine. They also represent a day of trying to co-erce reluctant students to compete, trying to soothe kids who find large crowds of people stressful and trying to be positive and up beat when hit with complaints about how boring this is.

In the land of long hot summers swimming is something almost every child learns how to do to some degree. So everyone has at least one set of swimmers and the ability to complete 50m of freestyle. Therefore it is reasonable to expect most students to jump in and have a go. What is not unreasonable is teenage girls in swimsuits that display all of their butt cheeks (very uncomfortable for male teachers) and the occasional boy in good old Budgie Smugglers, Dick Togs, Speedos or whatever you want to call them. (Not something I need to see EVER!!!)

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So after a long day of coercing students to compete in events, encouraging students to clean up their rubbish, supervising a stupidly slow canteen line and dealing with a student who decided it would be funny to moon a teacher who went into the boys change rooms to investigate raucous behavior I was more than relieved to kick back with a wine or two at Staff Friday Drinks. That was when the perfect Friday Night Plan was born.

Twitter followers will be familiar with this plan. The essence was as follows;

Step 1: Drink wine with colleagues in the staff room after work

Step 2: Go home and immerse myself in a bath while someone else makes my dinner

Step 3: Eat dinner

Step 4: Go to my local swinger’s club, find a nice young man and enjoy myself a MMF.

When I initially tweeted this the after work drinking was happening. Mr Jones had done a stellar job of parenting and picked up the girl child so I was free to come home when I was ready. As I wrote the initial plan into Twitter I felt that it was not realistic. But as I slid into my car to drive home, thank goodness I didn’t run into a police person who wanted to breathalyze me or things could have gone very wrong!!, some of the positive self talk that I have been practising lately kicked in. I decided that I could and should see if the plan could happen.

On arrival at home I was pleased to find dinner underway. The plan was happening without too much effort on my part. It wasn’t going to be fine dining. Mr Jones is not a skilled cook but I didn’t have to cook and I was grateful. My daughter decided to jump in the bath which did make me re-consider but somehow things seemed to fit together. I found myself relaxing in a tub of warm water.

Note to self; request bubble bath for Mother’s Day.

Long story short dinner happened, I got dressed, I looked hot and I found myself at the club. It was a little quiet. The last few times Mr Jones and I went there it was a bit of a sausage fest. I was hoping for something similar, because sausages were a big part of the plan. I was a little disappointed but as time went by a younger man appeared.

Within a relatively short space of time I found myself naked on a bed between two men. The plan was definite falling in to place. My new friend’s skin was so smooth. He was so young and seemed so inexperienced. It didn’t matter. I had Mr Jones’s cock in my pussy and my new friend’s cock down my throat. I was in my happy place.

I am not sure what it is about a spit roast, it just feels so fucking good. The feeling of Mr Jones’ arms around me while he fucked me was the best feeling. I felt so close to him. Something I needed. Even if I didn’t realise it. I lay back while Mr Jones fucked me and I put the other man’s hands on my pussy. His fingers worked my clit as the cock slid in and out of me. For a brief while I thought about trying to encourage him to put his cock inside me beside Mr Jones’. It was a passing thought.

I could feel the orgasm building. I wasn’t entirely expecting it but there it was. For a moment I could feel the tension building then it seemed to ebb away. My friend caressed my clit, working it beautifully. Mr Jones’ cock slid in and out of me. Maybe the position which was not something we usually did. Maybe the intensity of the night.

The orgasm built again, faster than I expected. When I came it was like thunderstorm gripping my body. I knew I needed the experience but I hadn’t realised how much. The feeling of peace that came over me was the most relaxed I had been in weeks.

But it wasn’t done. I needed to watch the new man cum. I encouraged him to fuck me hard. As he fucked me I watched his face. There is something about watching a man climax. It is as satisfying as my own climax. I was lucky this night. Not only did I enjoy some truly special sex and a mind blowing orgasm but I also got to feel the climax of my new friend and finally my husband.

Afterwards my new friend left the room. I will probably not see him again but it doesn’t matter. My plan came to fruition, it was the perfect Friday Night,.

Unexpected

Life is full of twists and turns. It is also full of hidden pockets of unexpected discoveries. Like the discovery that Neal and his wife had made after a drunken evening with their friends. Without realising things were heading in that direction Neal found his hand was sliding up the skirt of his wife’s friend and his wife was grinding against the crotch of her husband. What followed was a night of uninhibited and unexpected dirty fucking. The next morning instead of diving into a cave of shame Neal and his wife were at it like rabbits.

The whole experience started him on a path of discovery. He felt like a man who had been eating meat and three veg every night and then one night came home to curry. Hot, spicy curry. At first he just enjoyed the curry for what it was. The next day he went back to the meat and veg with gusto but then found himself going back for a second taste. After a while he began to wonder what else was out there. Was there other curry? Was there other food? It would be some time before he was able to find out.

Life happened. Neal found himself in a world of pain and arguments and judgement and hurt. Sex became a distant memory as he struggled with the violent, painful death throes of his marriage. He lost his long term partner, the mother of his children and really the only woman he cared to remember sharing his bed. She didn’t go quietly and he didn’t want to let her go but in the end it was worse keeping her in his life.

Facing the facts one night he made a decision. He was not ready to date, even to look for a fuck buddy. He didn’t want any hassles with women expecting attention or emotional energy on his part. He had none to give. But he was a man, with a sex drive that was nagging at the back of his mind. He found the swingers club he and his ex had talked about visiting once, checked out the rules for solo men, made the phone call and before he had a chance to think too much he found himself on the introductory tour.

It was a dark and twisting place. It looked like a mix between a bar with an adjoining lounge. Except for all the bedrooms and the dance floor with poles, and the spa and the massive television playing porn. OK so it wasn’t like anything he had seen before or what he imagined. Although if pressed he couldn’t really say what he imagined. He was terrified. So much so that he was convinced that he would spend his evening drinking his beer in the corner and then going home.

Life is full of unexpected twists.

He found himself talking with a couple. Of course he noticed her first. In fact he wasn’t sure why he was the man talking to her. She was amazing. Not a pin up girl or a young slender model but confident, curvy, sex on rails. She and her husband shared their experiences and ideas about non-monogamous life. It was a revelation to him. He felt like a child looking into the window of a candy store at everything good in the world but still with a pane of glass between him and sugary bliss.

Then he felt her hand on his thigh. One glance into her eyes and he felt the glass pane melting away. He knew which candy he would choose just as soon as he was asked but he wasn’t sure what would be offered, or if he would be offered anything at all.

The next little while was a blur. He found himself in a dimly lit room dominated by a clean, neatly made bed. The woman pulled off her shirt and her skirt and carefully removed her impressive boots. She sat on the edge of the bed clad in a body stocking with her knees slightly apart. He found himself being guided to stand in front of her as she fumbled with his jeans. His heart was thundering at a million miles an hour as he helped her open his pants and let his throbbing cock free. Her tongue teased the head of his cock before she slid her lips down over his shaft. Warmth spread through his body as she moved her head up and down gently pulling the skin of his cock. Just as he felt his knees beginning to buckle under him she pulled away from him to attend to her husband.

Neal slid down onto the bed. His hand moved over her body, seeking out her pussy. It had been so long since he had touched a warm wet pussy that he felt his body ache. Tentatively he slid his finger into the opening of her body stocking and began to stroke her. Keeping her mouth on her husband’s cock she twisted her pelvis slightly to allow him better access. He slid his finger inside her and stroked the small node close to the opening.

He could feel her responses to his touch and he let her guide him to the right spots with her free hand. She didn’t take her mouth away from her husband’s cock but he could hear little moans as her body twitched in response to his touch. He felt liquid building around his hand and a small inkling of what was about to happen started at the back of his mind. Was she? He hardly dared to hope.

Then his curiosity was satisfied. He felt her pussy clamp shut as her whole body writhed. She pulled away from her husbands cock as the first orgasm took her. Neal felt a gush of warm liquid cover his hand. He continued to stroke her as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. His reward was more warm wet liquid covering his hand. Finally she pushed him away and they lay on the bed with her sandwiched between the two men.

“Can I lick you?” He asked. He felt like a teenager, awkward and excited at the same time. He had fantasized about this for so many years but had never dared hope that he would feel his face covered by warm sweet ejaculate.

She nodded her consent, and wriggled free of the lace covering her body. He pulled her hips towards his face and took a moment to observe her. With his finger he traced around the sensitive folds of skin before he took his first taste. She was as sweet as he had hoped. Encouraged he moved in closer brushing his tongue over the hard swollen node of her clit and dipping his tongue into her opening. Her hands guided him to the places where she would gain the most pleasure.

Then it happened. Her body arched as she spasmed in pleasure and he was rewarded with his first full mouthful of her juice. He wanted to bury his face in her and drink every drop. He continued stroking her at the same time sliding a finger inside her. His efforts were rewarded with more squirts of sweetness. It was better than he could have imagined. Finally she pushed him away,

“That is enough for now,” she gasped. “I need a cock.” She pulled her husband towards her and he slid his thickness into her slick opening. Neal had forgotten how stimulating it was to watch live sex. So much better than any porn. They were not bothered by his presence. In fact she seemed to be inviting him to watch closely. Her husband obliged by turning his hips so Neal had a clear view of cock sliding slowly in and out of glistening wetness.

“That is so fucking sexy.” Neal couldn’t keep the thought inside him any longer. She smiled seductively and guided his head towards her crotch.

“Get that magic tongue down here.” She commanded.

He obliged. It was completely different from anything he had ever done. He had worried about being so close to another man’s cock, unsure of how he would respond but right now it just seemed like the most natural thing to be doing. His tongue focused on her clit but every now and then it strayed down to stroke the velvet skin of the cock so close to his face. After a while her husband withdrew and lay close to her. His cock was still hard and proud covered with her sweetness.

Neal rested his head on the woman’s thigh taking in the smells and sensations. Earlier she had asked him if he was into guys. His response had been an automatic no. He had never been asked and he had never thought about it. Now, resting his head on a woman’s thigh with a cock right in front of his face he wondered.

On an impulse he leaned forward and slid his lips over the swollen head. He tasted pussy juice and felt unexpectedly smooth, soft skin. His body responded but he was still not sure so the contact was very brief. Neither of the others seemed phased at all either by his action or by his withdrawal. His mind was spinning with everything that had happened he needed a cigarette and a drink.

Life is full of unexpected twists.

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TMI Tuesday – Kinkster edition

1. What are your kinks?

How long is a piece of string really? In a recent post I pointed out that I didn’t think I would get pleasure out of anal fisting but was surprised. I am currently exploring play with a man that is caged, another thing I have not really sought out. So I guess the moral of the story is don’t knock it until you try it.

Kinks I knew I had that I have recently re-discovered? Biting. Holy fuck I like biting someone when they are fucking me. I don’t know why but I like it.

2. How did a lover last please you?

I recently had a threesome with Mr Jones and another man who reminds me a little of John Barrowman. It wasn’t the John Barrowman resemblance that pleased me but rather the combination of two penises and an amazing tongue at my disposal. There was licking, sucking, fucking and I am still tingling from it.

John Barrowman

3. When it comes to giving oral sex would you say you’re:

a. a Rookie – I know the moves but need to develop skill and probably incorporate tricks.

b. a Talented Intermediate – I have had lots of practice, I have some ways-to-make-you-moan tricks. I’m pretty competent and confident in giving oral pleasure.

c. a Proficient and Intuitive lover who knows what to do when, where, and for how long. Guaranteed to make a lover scream, moan, groan with pleasure. You can come from the thrill of my tongue.

d. an Expert at whole body pleasure and oral is merely a thrilling stop on the way to mind-blowing stimulation. The sheer anticipation of what I will do at your nether regions is enough to make you come.

I am going to go with c. I would by no means call myself an expert and I don’t really know how good I am because I have never experienced my own oral skills but I have had many many compliments. I work hard to be good at sucking cock and I love to watch the pleasure on someone’s face as they enjoy the fruits of my labour.

4. Which on-screen sex scene would you like to re-create?

a. The Pottery Scene, ‘Ghost’: Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze

b. Monica’s First Time, ‘Love and Basketball’: Sanaa Lathan and Omar Epps

c. The Train Scene, ‘Risky Business’: Rebecca De Mornay and Tom Cruise

d. The Kitchen Scene, ‘The Postman Always Rings Twice’: Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson

e. The Nearly Eight-Minute Sex Scene, ‘Blue Is the Warmest Color’: Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos

f. Brokeback Mountain iconic love scene: Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal

Movie sex is so over rated. I am going to go out on a limb and say that I haven’t watched some of these movies and none of them really appeal to me. OK maybe the train scene in Risky Business. Now that I am thinking about it I want to add it to the fucket list. I did once however participate in a session that was reminscent of another famous sex scene; The refrigerator scene in 9 1/2 weeks starring Micky Rourke and Kim Basinger

I know I am old but it is fucking sexy.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy are you with the amount of time you have for sex? (10 = super satisfied)

I don’t have sex every time it pops into my head but I think that would be unhealthy. I get as much sex as I need and that is a good thing. Right now I am being constantly amazed by how generous Mr Jones is being with his support of my extra curricular activities. I truly have the best husband in the entire world.

Bonus: There wasn’t a bonus again this week and so I am going to dig back through my camera roll for something tasty for you all.

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Gotta love a good selfie.

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