Our escapades...

[nautguy]

Lucky man you...oh...to be so lucky!

[SimonKemp]

You guys are just great! I am so glad you are here.

AND Juliette is one helluva sexy babe, absolutely perfect breasts

Love reading your stories... How about writing a few short scenarios for CumPerfection? With a little tongue in cheek twist in each

[Juliette et Franklin]

Lucky man you...oh...to be so lucky!

Thanks, nautguy! Glad you like the story. And, yes, I am a very lucky man.

[Juliette et Franklin]

You guys are just great! I am so glad you are here.

AND Juliette is one helluva sexy babe, absolutely perfect breasts

Love reading your stories... How about writing a few short scenarios for CumPerfection? With a little tongue in cheek twist in each

You mean these breasts, Simon? We're both glad you like them.

Sure, we'll give writing a scenario a try. Love the concept of using regular folks in the videos, though. Nice touch!

Can't guarantee when we'll have something for you, but I'll get Juliette's naughty mind working on it!

Thanks for watching!

[gloryholeprincess]

Bump for this interesting thread.
Piper

[Juliette et Franklin]

Bump for this interesting thread.
Piper

Thanks, Your Highness!

[Juliette et Franklin]

Juliette and I had been thinking, “How do we make our sex life more interesting?” One suggestion I had was “Why not get verified on Facial Forum?”

One of the things that make this such a great forum is the participation by real couples who just want to share their experiences. But how do we know they're real? I, for one, get a charge out of members' verification pictures; knowing they are of real people having real sex; knowing that there are other people in the world that share my particular kink; seeing people who are having great sex and want to share it with the world!

So here's our go at verification. We hope that a) they're good enough to be approved, and b) you enjoy them!

Franklin

[Juliette et Franklin]

Juliette went to visit her mother in Atlanta. It had been a few days, and I was more than a little backed up. However, we were both tired, she from a long-delayed flight, me from a long day of work. It was early yet, but we were both ready to crawl into bed. As we lay there talking, I slid in behind her, asking about her trip. She slid her ass back against me, usually a sign of good things to come. This time, however, I wasn’t expecting anything.

As she talked, I was nuzzling the back of her neck, and caught a whiff of her perfume. The scent of vanilla filled my head, and I went in a little closer, drawing deep from the side of her neck. Juliette kept talking as I took a little nibble of her ear, still not expecting anything, but now hoping for something. She gave a little purr as I bit again. Time to press the attack! I kept on nuzzling, biting, sucking on her neck and ear. I knew it was on when she started to grind her ass into my rapidly stiffening member.

When she’s tired, it’s usually a good idea to start with the nipples. I lifted up her shirt and sucked on the left one while she let out a low moan. Stripping her top completely off, I gave a little love to the other, then back to the first as my hands swarmed over her body. All thoughts of her trip melted as I peeled her panties off, too.

Sliding down her body, I dove deep into her quivering mound. I pushed my tongue between her labia and went to town. A few minutes of this had her hovering on the edge of ecstasy. When I slid my two fingers in to massage her g-spot, it wasn’t long before she crashed over into a monster orgasm.

I lay there for a few minutes, gently kissing around her pussy, thighs and belly; one of my favorite things to do after going down. Then, getting up from the bed to grab a towel, I was surprised to see Juliette almost leap up to follow me to the end of the bed. As I was reaching for the hook on the door, she greedily pulled at the front of my pants, freed my stiff cock, and plunged her mouth over the head. She sucked it deep a few times, then pulled her mouth off and ran her tongue over the shaft and down, so it dragged across her face and forehead. She came back up and engulfed it again, sucking hard and sloppy, devouring my dick. She seemed possessed as she sucked, working it like a porn star. I stood there watching, amazed, as she moaned louder, taking it all in, then rubbing the tip on her pursed lips as she stroked the shaft again. My orgasm was on its way; I could feel it swelling in my sack. Just then, Juliette popped my hard rod out of her mouth, slid all the way down, and began licking my balls furiously while she stroked my raging hard-on. It was all I could do to keep standing as she pulled in one, and then the other, slobbering on my sack, all while pumping my cock furiously with her hand. Well, that was it; there was no holding back any longer. I let out a groan; she leaned her head back away from my crotch, and stroked a huge load of hot seed onto her smiling face. As she went, she smeared the cum around her lips and cheeks. She kept pumping as more jizz dripped down, covering her lovely breasts, and ran down her front.

I couldn’t stand any more. I collapsed at her side, and moved in, kissing her cum-covered lips deeply. Our juices mingled, smelling of sweat and lust. From my place between her knees, I reached over for the towel I had so quickly forgotten and tenderly wiped the cum from her face. After such an amazing blow job, it was the least I could do.

[Juliette et Franklin]

For a while now, Juliette and I have been flirting with the idea of swinging. I’m a visual kind of person, you see. Watching the act of sex is a huge turn on for me. And Juliette has a very healthy sex drive, so it seemed like a natural fit.

Throughout my first marriage, sexual adventure wasn’t on the table, so I came to believe I would never have anything more than a vanilla sex life. Juliette, too, had her share of difficulties in her first marriage. Although we have had a wonderful, open and honest sex life together (some of which you’ve read about in this thread), it hasn’t been a great deal more adventurous than the average couple’s.

Another thing that made swinging seem like something that might be some fun for us is that we’re a little older, and have been together for a long time now, so we’ve become more and more open and frank about our sexual desires and needs. And, as we’ve grown together, we’ve found our sexual curiosity and desires evolving. For example, there was a time in my life when I was a jealous, possessive person. Not to any extreme, mind you, but to what I would now call a moderate degree. Luckily, a college girlfriend disabused me of the notion that any woman ‘belonged’ to me, and I started to lose those feelings. Now I find myself in a space where not only am I okay with Juliette having sex with another man, I actually relish the idea. You can read a little about that here.

What’s more, our longevity together has made us more comfortable with telling each other about our desires. A while ago, I told Juliette that I wanted to see her with another man. The ‘hotwife’ experience was something that sounded super sexy to me. While that was something I definitely wouldn’t have ever considered in my youth, it’s become more interesting to me over the past few years. Funny how things change!

A few months ago, Juliette made it known to a friend of hers, Becket, that she’s always been attracted to him, and that if he was ever interested, well… His first question was, as I’m sure is common, ‘Does Franklin know?” She assured him I did, and that it was even my idea. Somewhat skeptical, he demurred, keeping their friendship platonic. Becket's been single for a long time, and having been given the green light, Juliette thought he might be the perfect candidate for our first foray into ‘the lifestyle’. They’ve kept up their friendship, and have always had flirty exchanges, but he would usually break off the conversation if it got a little too hot and heavy.

Then, last week, as Juliette was away on a business trip, she sent me a text. Becket was interested! Out of the blue, one of their flirty chats got steamy, but instead of backing off, he pressed it. “I’m serious,” he said. She immediately contacted me to see if I was still into it.

“You bet I am!” was my reply. Suddenly my heart was racing, butterflies moved in, and my dick got hard. I couldn’t believe it! After more than a year of hoping, it looked like this fantasy was going to become reality. We went back and forth for a while, feeling each other out, each trying to see if the other really meant it when they said they were willing. She was due to return from her trip the following day, and after a long string of messages back and forth, Juliette finally closed the evening with “Hopefully you’ll want to fool around tomorrow?”

“I don’t think there’s any doubt of that!” I replied. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep that night. Even having relieved my sexual tension TWICE that night, what little rest I got was fitful, with visions of the fun to come whirling through my brain all night. When I finally got out of bed the next morning, I knew it was going to be a long day at work, for more reasons than one.

A few hours before she was due home, Juliette upped the ante. “If it works for him, would this Saturday be okay?” What?! Not only was it going to happen, it was going to happen in less than a week?! This was becoming a dream come true! Frankly, it couldn’t happen fast enough for my taste, and I told her so. She confirmed with Becket, and I was on pins and needles while I patiently awaited her arrival.

Once she arrived home, she barely had her bag out of the car and into the house before I caught her up in my arms. “Oh, my! Excited are we?” Indeed, like never before. We both left our clothes behind and went straight to it. As she stood in the hallway, I knelt before her, caressing her body with my hands, my face pressed up against her belly. Pulling her to me, I locked my lips lightly around her left nipple, something I know she loves. As she’s quite a bit shorter than I, this was the perfect position for some breast worship, another thing I’ve come to love, almost as much as she does.

Circling each nipple in turn with my tongue, I ran my hands over her body almost frantically, pulling her into me as she moaned. First one, then the other, I pulled a breast up in my hand and suckled the rosy pink bud, slipping my lips off with a smacking sound before moving on to the next. She closed her eyes and put a hand on the back of my head, cradling it as I worked. Her moans grew louder when my fingers found her pussy, already damp and slick. As I was circling her clit in tandem with my tongue on her nipples, she began to get shaky in the legs. When she suggested that we move to the bed, I wholeheartedly agreed.

She lay herself down on her back, exposing her inviting womanhood to my gaze. I went immediately to play! Her lips were soft pink and glistening with her nectar, slightly swollen and succulent from hours of anticipation, and she quivered as I took one side, then the other, in mine. Her sighs told me that I was doing a serviceable job as I licked, sucked, caressed, nuzzled, flicked. In all my life, I have never had a more enjoyable time going downtown. Her vulva were so soft and pillowy, I couldn’t help but devour them greedily. It was the perfect oral experience.

Not content just to get off on my tongue, Juliette turned over and reached for the secret drawer. From inside, she pulled her favorite vibrating butt plug, a sleek pink number with a ring handle, perfectly designed for its job. After she applied some lube, I gingerly applied some force, and before long she was moaning again as I redoubled my efforts, now with the help of my friend.

After a bit, I couldn’t stand it any more; I had to be inside her. I pulled myself up on my knees, and raising her legs above my shoulders, slid my throbbing cock deep inside her. She let out a low gasp (one of my favorite things EVER to hear) as I entered her, her cries with every thrust letting me know that she was enjoying herself quite a bit. I was too; perhaps a bit too much. The vibration of the toy, as it caressed my scrotum on every push, was making it difficult for me to maintain my composure. I had to take a different approach.

Luckily, Juliette was of the same mind. When I turned her over, she broke away and, the pink thing still working its magic, she reached over and pulled her 9-inch purple dildo from the drawer. Dripping some lube onto the end, she said “Put this in my pussy, and put your cock in my ass!” Well, that escalated quickly! Always the gentleman, I acquiesced to her demands. As she backed her beautiful ass up to me, I slowly inserted the purple cock up to the hilt in her hole. Then I reached up, slipped the butt plug out of her rosebud, and replaced it with my shaft. Slowly working it in to the hilt (remember, I’m a gentleman!), at first it was a struggle to keep a grip on the dildo with my thighs while sliding in and out of her tight asshole. Once I got the rhythm, though, she made known that I was on the right track. “Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck it! Fuck that ass!” Damn, I love it when she talks dirty. I reached up and grabbed her by the waist and drove into her for all I was worth. With each stroke she got louder and louder, more and more guttural, closer and closer to the animal instinct.

Needless to say, this was working for me, too. It’s always my goal to make sure that Juliette comes first, and this time was no exception. But it was going to be a tough one! I could tell she was getting close, as her face flushed and her vocalizations turned to noting more than grunts and “Oh!”s. Just as I heard her voice slide form high-pitched yelps to a low “Oh, yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh…”, I knew it was over. A few more hard pumps into her welcoming ass, and it was all over for me, too. I unleashed a flood of cum into her, letting out caveman groan at full volume as I did.

Coming together has always been a special treat. Now, with Becket on the scene, we’re going to try coming separately. As of this writing, their date is two days away. Their conversations have been more and more open and honest, as well as hotter and hotter every day. It’s a complicated feeling, but one that I’ve so incredibly excited for that I can hardly type this story. But if the effect that it has on our sex life is anything even remotely like what it was on the day of her return, I can’t wait to see what’s in store!

[Juliette et Franklin]

Saturday was the day. I have to admit, going in I was having a lot of complicated feelings surrounding the whole affair. It was, after all, I who came up with the whole idea in the first place. Some time ago, I had told Juliette that, should she ever wish to sleep with someone else, there was no need to do it behind my back. I'm a relatively secure individual when it comes to sexuality. I know what I like, and, though it's been a stumbling block in the past, I now find myself trying to get it. So when she was preparing to leave on her date with Beckett that morning, I had a lot of conflicted feelings.

First, there was titillation. I'm a voyeur at heart, and that was part of what drove me to be frank with Juliette about sex outside our relationship; I wanted to watch. There's something so primal about watching other people having sex. That's why porn is a multibillion dollar industry that has lasted for centuries. But it was more than that. The basis of the urge was that I love watching Juliette having sex. I love watching her suck cock; she is amazing at it, with a skill set to be envied by many professionals. I love watching the ecstasy on her face as she loses herself in sexual abandon. The reverie, thick as a dream, as her eyes roll back as I plung my thick pole deep into her quivering mound. And I love watching her come; the flush of her collar, the blood rising to her head as climax becomes inevitable, the low, guttural moans that escape her lips, the uncontrollable spasms as the orgasm washes over her body.

Then, there was me. It's not easy to admit, especially here amongst so many super sexual people, but I'm not as young as I once was, and I've fond my libido sometimes isn't what I'd like it to be. The past year or so have found me sometimes uninterested in sex, sometimes obsessed by it. After many different courses of treatment, some medical, some quackery, I've come to accept, as we all must, I guess, that I'm getting older, and sometimes my body isn't going to act like it did when I was 18.

Finally, there was our sex life. Libido aside, t's been great, but, as a couple that's been together for a long time, we've sometimes found ourselves out of sync. Her studies keep her away from home until later in the evening. My work ties me up at odd hours. By the time we find ourselves in bed at night, we're often too tired for intimacy. It's a story many couples find themselves in after a while. But we didn't want to be there, we wanted to fight it. So fight it we have.

Juliette at first wasn't openly interested in bringing another man into our bed. To me, it was a logical, if slightly out of the accepted norm, way of letting her know that sex was not the only, or even most important, thing in our relationship, and that I could separate it from love and intimacy. It was important to me for her to be happy, and if that meant addressing her sexual needs with someone else, so be it. As I mentioned earlier, I'm not a jealous guy any more.

Becket is someone she's known much longer than me; kind of the one that got away. Their sexual tension is obvious in the stories she tells, so when she regained contact with him a while back, it seemed to her an easy decision. If she was ever to consider this step, Becket would be the first one she'd like to approach. So, when she finally told me, “If you're still okay with it, I'll talk to Beckett to see if he's interested.” Okay with it? Without question!

As I mentioned in the previous post, at first Beckett wasn't into it. I'm sure it seemed strange. Most people don't even consider something like this. Sexual jealousy is a very powerful thing. The bedrock of the American musical canon rests on songs about a jealous lover losing his cool in a fit of passion upon finding his beloved with another. But for me it was easy – Juliette gets the sexual outlet she needs, and deserves, and I get my voyeuristic tendency fulfilled.

As it turned out, Beckett wasn't comfortable with me attending the festivities. Having been single for a long time, it was too much pressure for him to have to perform, not only for Juliette, but for me as well. At first, that was a deal breaker for me. This is something we had conceived of doing together. If both Juliette and Beckett were getting something out of it, why shouldn't I? After all, I'm the one committed to her, the one who, at the end of the day, was looking out for her needs. I wasn't cool with sitting at home, wondering how much fun they were having, and then just being told something like, “It was okay,” and leaving it at that. I wanted to see it. I wanted to document it. I wanted to experience it, at least in my own way. Ultimately, I agreed to let it go forward, not being there, as a gesture of good faith. I wanted it to happen, for many reasons, and so was willing to compromise on what I wanted in order to facilitate it happening. And that's what worked. All I asked for was transparency - I trusted Juliette and Beckett to take pictures for me, and for Juliette to be completely open, answer my questions, talk to me about the experience. So that's how I found myself standing next to Juliette as she packed lube, vibrator, condoms and such, for the pleasure of another man.

As she finished, I kissed her deeply, and told her I loved her, and to have fun and not worry. Even up to the last day, she was concerned about how I was feeling about what was about to happen. For my part, I was at once titillated, as I said, but also anxious, excited, sometimes giddy, even a little jealous. It was a full range of emotion, one that kept me from sleeping well the night before. At noon, as I kissed her and sent her off, I really had no idea what would happen, or how I would feel about it. I thought I could be okay, even eager for it, but how would I react when presented with the actual event? What would I feel when it wasn't just anticipation, but past? Not that it might happen, but that it HAD happened? Would I find myself angry and hurt, even though I said I was okay with it? Would it harm our relationship, perhaps irrevocably? Who could tell?

For a while, I busied myself with things around the house. Then I lost myself in television, then in preparing for a party we were to attend that evening. It wasn't easy to take my mind off it. My heart was beating faster than normal in anticipation, but of what exactly it would be, I had no idea. Would I have to wait the whole day, until she returned? There had been a flurry of texts between the two, each more flirtatious and sexy than the last. There was a chance she wouldn't be back until morning, if it were as good we both were anticipating. It was torture, not knowing when I would know.

Sometime around 2:30, as I was wrapping a girt for the party, my phone let me know a text had come in. Thinking nothing of it, I casually lifted the phone to see “Juliette – Text Message” displayed on the screen. My heart nearly exploded as the thoughts of what it might be came flooding back. Fingers shaking, struggling to hold the phone, I swiped the button, and tapped the texting app. Finding her name, I hesitated a moment, the tapped again.

The text bubbles showed three photos, with the distinctive skin color I knew so well dominating each. Close-ups of her beautiful breasts filled the screen, glistening wet, the recent recipient of a coating that wasn't mine. Each nipple shone, glossy and pink, where Beckett had laid down a hot load just moments before. Just recalling the first sight of them now as I write is making my dick hard. It was real! She had done it! The woman I love had gone and fucked and sucked and been coated with the cum of another man. One I had never even met. And it was amazing! All the doubts about it disappeared, all the worry and butterflies, the fear of losing her, the not knowing. I knew, and it was one of the most exciting things I had ever experienced. I felt calm and energized, a soothing cloud enveloping me as I stared at the photos of her terrific rack, glistening in semen, a shining line running down between them.

Never had I felt so serene, yet so urgent and driven. I put down the package I was wrapping, walked calmly up to our bedroom, and shut the door behind me. I took off all my clothes and lay down in our bed, pulling the covers around me, still smelling her perfume on the pillow beside me. A powerful, calming wave of heat filled me, driving everything. I wasn’t truly in control of what was happening to my body. This amazing light filled me up. Gone was the jealousy. Gone was the anxiety. They had been replaced by a serenity I had never felt before, and an overwhelming sexual impulse that could lead to only one thing.

Phone in left hand, rock hard member in right, I flicked back and forth through the pictures. They weren't great, but it was clear what was happening, and I loved it! I stroked my cock faster and faster, staring intently at Juliette’s ample bosom, damp and shiny with the jizz that she had just so expertly coaxed from her lover. Had she deep-throated him as she does me? Had she grabbed his ball sack while working her mouth over shaft, as she does mine? Had she begged him to cum on her adorable face, or her perfect breasts, or in her warm, wet mouth? It was all too much for me to bear, as I felt an incredible orgasm rise from deep inside me and send a blast of cum up across my belly. Shot after shot deposited on my abdomen as I fixated on the photos in my hand.

It had been a wonderful day so far, and I knew immediately I was going to be fine. Who knows what will come of this experience, but I'm so glad I got to have it. Juliette and Beckett may see each other again. But until then, the memory of that afternoon ensures that I'll no longer have any trouble with arousal, at least for the foreseeable future.