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Thanks, Arty. Glad to know we're a hit with a long-time contributor!Quote:
Originally Posted by Arty Jizzman
Been a while, so to make up for it we've decided to post this story, the tale of my favorite sexual experience. Ever.
Juliette and I had been dating for a while, and were getting pretty comfortable with each other. I had finally gotten up the courage to ask if I could cum on her face, and she had taken it with a smile. Fucking was what we did most of the time we were alone together.
One weekend, one of the few we had to ourselves, we were going at it hard. She had cum hard while riding my cock, and was lounging lazily on the end of the bed. She reached up languorously, grabbed my still hard rod, and slipped it into her mouth. Her succulent lips slipped around the head, easing down, swallowing more and more of the shaft. My head was spinning as she slowly worked it in and out. My pulse pounded as she picked up speed, sucking harder and faster as I kneeled over her. As she slipped it farther into her mouth with every stroke, her hand working furiously in tune with her pink lips, I could feel the orgasm rising. Just as it hit, I slipped out of her mouth and shot a rope up beside her nose. Pulse after pulse came with another and another stripe of hot cum over her upturned face, covering her from her hairline to her chin, four, five, six long lines of jizz dripping everywhere. The cum was a fairly thin and clear, not the thick white load I normally lay down, but the coverage was amazing. This was, without a doubt, the best facial I had ever given. I collapsed on the bed next to her as it eased down the sides of her face.
“Wow!” was all she could say as we lay there together. Surprisingly, I wasn’t spent, as I normally would have been after such an amazing thing, but felt unsatisfied, almost like I hadn’t cum at all. Juliette looked amazing, sexy as hell, licking her lips as her face dripped, but the fire in my loins was still blazing, and my cock was still rock hard.
“Come here,” I said as I got to my feet and pulled her up off the bed, semen now rolling down her cheeks. I pushed her to her knees in front of me and jammed my pulsing cock into her mouth. Juliette rose to the occasion, sucking furiously as I mouth-fucked her, my mind reeling from the sensation. Now, for my money, there’s only one thing hotter than the sight of a beautiful woman with cum on her face, and that’s a beautiful woman with cum on her face and a cock in her mouth. And there one was, right in front of me, with MY cock in her mouth, the first facial glistening on her cheeks. My body was on autopilot, pumping my cock faster and faster into her mouth, the jizz waggling off her chin and dropping down onto her knees, while her mouth enveloped my manhood. In seconds I felt what I knew I hadn’t the first time.
“Mmmph!” Juliette let out a muffled gasp as I grabbed the back of her head, her hand wrapped firmly around the base of my prick. An incredibly powerful orgasm welled up from my balls, and shot another blast of cum deep into her mouth. This time it was the real deal, thick and hot, and she swallowed it like a champ, with the traces of the first shot still clinging to her face. I became light-headed as the contractions pumped a few more drops of cum onto her tongue, draining my balls completely. All I could do was collapse on the bed. She got up off her knees, cleaned up a little, and lay down next to me.
“My god, that was amazing.” That’s all I could say, so weak I could hardly move. To this day, that was the single hottest experience of my life.
God that's hot. I love your stories you guys. If you ever need a donor to help relive your cum-covered face fantasy blowjob again, i'm your man! ;)
Thanks, Thor2! Glad you like it. And if Juliette wants to go for a second round, you'll be the first one we call! :thumbs_up:
That was really hot , very nice !!!!
Glad you liked it, AssLover. And back at ya with the rep!
Please continue to tell us about it. Dont think any of it is too plain vanilla to share...is all good. Love hearing from people about their sex lives...wish I had friends I could regularly freely talk about their sex lives and sexual fantasies
Christmas had gone pretty well in our house. The kids were back from college, and the whole family had come to our place to celebrate. There were still empty wrappings, half-full glasses, and all sorts of gifts still lying about. It was early the next morning, and Juliette and I were the only ones up.
As we went around clearing the last few things from the night before, I turned to Juliette, and a naughty thought crossed my mind. “Hey, let's get it on right here, while everyone's sleeping!” I was joking, of course, but gestured as if to whip my cock out right there in the dining room.
“Yeah, don't go waving that thing around when you don't mean it,” she whispered in reply, scooping up a wine glass in each hand.
“What, this?” I asked, pulling down the front of my pajamas with a comically lascivious leer. I hadn't thought to start anything, but I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Still, with a full house, there wasn't much we were going to be able to get up to.
Much to my surprise, Juliette bent over, still clutching a sloshing glass in each hand, and with a deft turn of her head, slurped my flaccid cock into her warm, inviting mouth. She gave a couple of gloriously sensual sucks and let it slip from her lips as she stood back upright again.
“That's all?” I faked a pout at her, knowing full well this wasn't going to go anywhere. Anyone could wake up at any moment and catch us making the Naughty List just one day out! Juliette gave me a coquettish smile and bent over again, still clutching the glassware. This time my dick was standing more at attention, responding accordingly to her previous effort. She gave a few more luscious strokes, this time deeper and more encompassing than the last. My rod became rock hard, growing to full mast in her mouth. Her head weaved in a fluid motion, still without the aid of her hands, still working her magic. “Holy shit,” I muttered. “That's so good...”
After a few more sucks, she let my cock go with a long, lingering pass up the shaft, and started to straighten up once again. I was suddenly oblivious to the risk we were taking. “Don't stop...” I whispered, almost painfully. With all the craziness surrounding the holiday, we hadn't had much time for ourselves recently. It was just so good, I really didn't want it to stop. Still, I really didn't think she'd let this madness continue, either.
At this point, the story veers into heaven. Juliette dropped to her knees and slurped my now raging shaft into her waiting mouth and began to bob quickly up it and down, in an amazing show of fellatio skills. Her head worked furiously onto my grateful member while she held last night's leftovers in each hand. I was suddenly roused from my erotic dream by her muffled voice. Still sucking my cock deep into her delicious mouth, she held up the glasses to me, and with a “Mmph! Mphmmm!” gestured for me to take them. I reached trembling for the glasses and set them on any surface I could find. Now free to work their magic, her right hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, while her left slipped deftly under my tightening ball sack. She knows all too well how to make me come as hard and as fast as possible.
I was struggling now to keep my balance as she continued with her work. Faster now, she only brought her lips off my quivering cock to run them down the length of it, then back up and in one move, envelope it once again. This was too much for me to bear.
“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, trying not to wake anyone. This was a fantastic display of oral technique, and it was all I could do to even keep upright. With just a few more strokes, she brought me where I needed to be.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come right in your mouth!” She gave a little laugh of satisfaction as she plunged back deep onto my cock for the last few strokes. I felt the jizz coursing up from my balls and rush up the inside of my shaft as it blasted onto her waiting tongue. She kept sucking so furiously that I had to hold her head just to keep from falling over as my knees buckled. Juliette kept her mouth tight on my cock, draining out the last few drops before standing up.
I quickly put my dick back in my pants and gave her a passionate kiss. “That was amazing...” was all I could muster.
“Any time!” she replied, and carried on with her work. At that point, I was useless. I stumbled around, doing the best I could to help. This was the best Boxing Day ever.
That's a great boxing day
the thought of getting caught makes it all that much more exciting, juliette stroking and sucking as fast as she can to get that big load
thanks for sharing these encounters
Thanks, buster! Glad to know someone likes them. And I'll keep writing the stories as long as Juliette keeps creating the situations! :winking:Quote:
Originally Posted by buster
Lucky man you...oh...to be so lucky!
You guys are just great! I am so glad you are here.
AND Juliette is one helluva sexy babe, absolutely perfect breasts :D
Love reading your stories... How about writing a few short scenarios for CumPerfection? With a little tongue in cheek twist in each :D
Thanks, nautguy! Glad you like the story. And, yes, I am a very lucky man.Quote:
Originally Posted by nautguy
You mean these breasts, Simon? We're both glad you like them. :winking:Quote:
Originally Posted by SimonKemp
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!
Bump for this interesting thread. :winking:
Piper
Thanks, Your Highness!Quote:
Originally Posted by gloryholeprincess
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 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.
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!
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.
cant wait to hear more as this progresses and the sessions that will follow for you guys
love to see pics of juliette's cum covered tits ?
Glad you like the stories, buster. Part three will be coming up shortly. But while you're waiting, is this what you're looking for?Quote:
Originally Posted by buster
First times can be hard. The first time I had sex, it was fumbling in the front seat of an Oldsmobile, living out Meatloaf’s “Paradise…” by the light of the moon and the radio. The first time you have sex with a specific partner can be difficult, too. You know what you like, but they don’t. And you don’t know what they like, either. Even just getting started can be awkward. Who initiates? Should we jump right in, or hang out, maybe kiss for a while? And having sex for the first time in a long time may be even harder. Can I still do it? Will this person make fun of me if I’m not porn-star-great right away? Making the first move sometimes takes courage.
When Juliette arrived home after her tryst, I was more excited than I’ve ever been. I wanted to hear all about it, every detail. She seemed nervous, still not sure how I was going to react to the fact that she had just had sex with someone who wasn’t me. We had agreed that I could ask anything, that transparency was key to this working. But I didn’t want to seem too over eager, even though I was jumping out of my skin.
We embraced when she came through the door, and chatted for a while before getting down to it. I really wanted to make sure that she was comfortable with what was happening. After a while, we each got a drink and settled in. In the interest of Beckett’s privacy, I’m not going to go into the details of their encounter. If someday he wants to weigh in, I’ll be happy to have him do so. But so you don’t lose interest, dear reader, I’ll touch on a thing or two that especially made me quiver.
A little way into our conversation, Juliette casually mentioned that, during the festivities, she was blowing Beckett, and he seemed to have a thundering orgasm, but that he hadn’t cum in her mouth. That hit me like a shot! She had been speaking very generally up to that point, not giving much detail to speak of, so the sudden image of her pouting lips wrapped around his cock immediately made it all real. I grew a little weak in the knees, and felt that flush of excitement again, that white heat I felt upon first seeing the pictures. Suddenly, I could imagine her lips sliding over his member, her going deeper and deeper, as I know she likes to do. I could see her looking up at him as she buried her nose in his pubic hair. I knew the gasp of her breath when she came back up off of it with a slight pop. I could hear her voice humming as she drew his rigid pole in again and increased the speed of her sucking. I knew what he must have felt at that moment.
The other moment that really got me was her description of how the pictures I treasured so much had come to be. After what seems to have been quite a fun time for all, Beckett couldn’t hold back any longer. “Well,” he apparently said, “where do you want it?” He knew what our deal was – I wanted pictures of her covered in his cum. And, being a good sport, he was happy to oblige. Juliette duly dropped to her knees and pushed her ample bosom together, saying, “How about right here?” In short order, Beckett laid a good few shots across her balcony. After the initial blast landed directly between her breasts, both nipples scored direct hits,. The sight of those pictures still makes me hard, even a week afterward. The very thought of that glistening trail flowing down between her tits makes me breathe a bit harder.
But this was the best part. She said that, afterward, Beckett had mentioned, “Hey, you missed a spot,” referring to the clean up. “Not really,” her reply came. “It’s drying up nicely on its own.” Now, if you hang around this forum a lot, you may know that Piper, the Gloryhole Princess, started a thread a while back entitled “Dried Cum on Women.” I have been a regular contributor to that thread since she started it, that being a particular kink of mine.
You see, the very crux of all this, for me, is the thought of being ‘naughty’, the notion of showing off a little cheek when it’s a bit inappropriate, or the idea that we have some kind of sexy secret that nobody else knows. That naughtiness is what I find most appealing, as it’s a transgression against the societal norm. A ‘nice’ girl isn’t supposed to have cum on her body under her clothes. A ‘real’ man isn’t supposed to like his woman having sex with someone else; that’s why I find it exciting. Well, having her come home to me with his cum still on her skin was a mind-blower! I had asked that she do that, but didn’t imagine she would.
As our conversation went on, for several hours, I could see that she was tired, and that my odds of having sex with her that night were slim. It was completely understandable – the stress of dealing with so many unknown variables, the effort of the session itself, the time spent getting back, and then talking about it for so long. I was very aware that pushing sex on her at that point would have been counter-productive, to say the least. Besides, I was basking in the glow of this event, freshly introduced to the hotwife experience, and I was loving it. But I was also horny as all get out! I barely slept that night, grabbing a few minutes here and there, only to be awakened by a sexy new thought of how it must have been between them. And I didn’t want to take care of it myself! As she slept that night, I held her in my arms and wanted her like never before.
In the morning, she awoke with a start. “I have to go soon! I have an appointment at 9!”
“Damn,” I thought. “It’ll be hours more before I get any!” My balls were achingly blue by this point.
She got up, and hurriedly walked around to the foot of our bed. “Come here, quick.”
“What for?” I replied. Did I mention that I was sleep deprived? Yeah…
“Do you want a blowjob or not?!” she quipped. Well, of course I did! I sprang up and stood in front of her while she slid down to her knees and pulled at the front of my pajamas. Expertly, she slid my rapidly hardening cock between her lips and began a wet and sensuous sucking. It wasn’t frantic or hurried, as her tone had suggested it might be, but strong and supple, displaying the enthusiasm that I had come to love from her.
It wouldn’t be long, of course, before I would cover her with my seed. There was no way, after hour upon hour of stimulation, that I could hold out for very long. And she knew it. She continued her work, and the thought of her doing this to Beckett just hours before creeped into my thoughts. The image of her blowing him was an intensifier, even if I hadn’t actually seen it. The naughty idea that she had had two cocks in her amazingly talented mouth in the same day was a rush as well, and soon, I was over the edge.
Juliette knows I’m a visual person, and she knows what I like. As a powerful orgasm began to shake my entire body, she pulled her mouth off my dick with a slurp and jacked it over her tits. Blast after blast covered her chest, one breast, then the other, then her neck, then her shoulder… I pumped out more cum than I ever had in one orgasm in my entire life. The sheer volume of sleek, shiny jizz that I pumped onto her that morning was unbelievable. Her entire upper torso was wet with my silky cum, running down over her beautiful rack.
As I staggered to the bed, she got up and grabbed a towel. I saw her dab herself dry, being careful to leave some to dry on its own. She came over and kissed me deeply, said goodbye, and went off to get dressed while I drifted off to sleep, completely sated.
Later that day as I looked across the dinner table at her, it occurred to me – This normal, ordinary, suburban-housewife-type has the semen of two men dried on her tits right now. And that’s when I knew I had the perfect woman for me.
Juliette has a date with Beckett coming up this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited. Stay tuned!
Can't wait to hear what happens :D
also hanging out to hear how this goes
Alas, the date had to be postponed. Life gets in the way sometimes, you know? Anyway, here's to hoping their schedules match up soon. And buster? Since you asked nicely, and waited patiently, Juliette has agreed to share the pictures she sent me on the day of their last rendezvous. These are the actual shots described in the story. And I still find them incredibly hot.
I cant imagine how you find them awesome pics incredible hot who wouldn't
with a delay the anticipation builds for us as well as you and of course Juliette
thank you both
It’s a beautiful picture. I can’t show it to you, so you’ll have to trust me. Why do I think it’s beautiful? She looks so peaceful, so carefree, so sated, so glowing…so sexy.
Juliette had her second date with Beckett this past weekend. It was Labor Day in the US, the holiday that marks the end of summer. The weather was warm and dry for us, though Hurricane Hermine had landed down south. The long holiday weekend had finally given Beckett the time to entertain Juliette, after many near misses. As she got ready to go that morning, I kept finding myself wanting to caress her, to help her dress, even to take her once more before she left. But I thought better of that last one; this isn’t a competition, it’s a celebration: a celebration of her, and I didn’t want to ruin it for anyone.
Still, she smelled so good, and hummed a happy tune as she dressed. She put up her hair in a tight bun and sprayed it, freshly showered, smelling of vanilla and musk. She seemed at ease, humming softly as she packed her bag with lube and dildo and vibrator. They had been chatting more frequently, and it seemed that this time would be less awkward, more at ease and sensual. As we both walked out to our cars, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but I tried to keep it soft, not pawing lustily, but caressing her arm or holding her hand as I sent her off to another man.
“Thanks for being so hot,” I told her, then kissed her and closed her door.
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“You know, it might be a while this time,” she had said to me the day before. “Not a problem,” I replied. “Just have fun, and text me when you can.”
But now it was getting later and later, and I still hadn’t heard, or more importantly, seen anything. She had left before 9 that morning, and I was working all day, so at least I was occupied. But now it was after 4, and my phone still hadn’t rung. The anticipation is part of the thrill for me, but this was getting excruciating. They couldn’t possibly still be going, could they? Were they at it a second time? Third? More? Jesus, she wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone drive home, if that were the case!
But oh, would that be sweet, to get her back, well fucked, exhausted, satisfied. I would love to carry her to our bed and take care of her. Undress her, smell her sweat and scent, lay her down, massage her, hold her as she drifted off to sleep. Who knew if that’s what would happen? It was 5:30 now, and still nothing.
I busied myself as best I could while my mind raced. What was going on? I didn’t want to be needy, or ruin their mood, but I was getting restless. Should I text? No, I’m sure everything’s fine. But what if it wasn’t? Why hadn’t I heard anything yet? “Relax,” I told myself. “She said it might be all day.” Okay, okay…
It was right about then that my phone buzzed in my pocket. Finally, I’d know something! I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was Juliette, all right. Opening the text app, I saw it immediately – her face filling most of the screen. Her eyes were hooded slightly, with a serene, peaceful look. Her hair was tousled, with a wild, just-had-sex messiness that has made many a Hollywood starlet famous. Her rosy lips were pursed in a slight sexy smile. She had been well treated this time, that’s for sure.
But there was more. Looking more closely at the photo, it became immediately apparent that she had not been the one to take the picture. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she was lying belly-down across the messy sheets, face toward the camera. The shot was taken from the same level as she was lying, but at an angle that made it impossible for her to have taken. Then I noticed, stretched alongside her in the sheets, his leg, his calf and foot protruding from beneath the covers down the length of the bed. This was the first real evidence that she was with another man. She had taken the pictures the previous time, with no sign of Beckett in the frame. This time, though, there he was, taking the picture of my naked love beside him, her afterglow the proof of his virility. Then, I read the second text.
When it first came in, I hadn’t noticed it, as I was too busy marveling at the photo. But when I read it, I got suddenly harder than I now noticed I had been while studying the picture. “You have to zoom in on the lips and chin. See you in about an hour.” Staring at the image on the tiny screen of my phone, I had missed the best part entirely! Glistening on her bottom lip and coating her chin was a sheen of slick, shiny cum. And hanging just on the corner of her mouth, a tiny drop clung, ready to run down at any moment. This moment made the wait worth it. The white-hot ardor washed over me, and I couldn’t wait for her to get home. I was so horny, I had to take care of it, the sooner the better. But then I thought – What if she gets here, unshowered, ready to go again? That would be the greatest! So I waited…
As I’m sure you’ll understand, Juliette feels we can’t share this picture, as her job is very important to her, and this sort of thing wouldn’t go over well at the office. But the rest of the story gets better, and I can’t wait to tell it. But you’ll have to wait, just like I did. ;)
Not sure who to direct this to, but thanks for making us Member of the Week! It's an honor!!
J&F
You very much deserve it!
When she got home, it was like I was walking around in a dream. I really wanted to just take her, but that wasn't the right move. Almost as soon as she came in, I kissed her deeply. She seemed a little surprised at first, letting out a little squeak, but then kissed me back just as hard. We talked for a while, as I tried to control myself. How was it? What happened first? What did he do? Did he make the first move? Was it rough, or tender? Details were what I wanted. At one point, Juliette said, in an almost offhand way, “Well, I sucking his cock, and...” And I didn't hear the rest of the sentence, that's what and... My own cock stiffened instantly, and my knees grew a little weak. It was so hot, I had to have her. I grabbed her around the waist and we kissed again.
“That is so hot to hear you say,” I murmured. She smiled, and blushed a little. That was hot, too.
As we talked for a while, going over the days events in more detail, this happened several more times. She kept dropping little tidbits like “He likes his balls licked...” or “That new dildo I bought to use with him...” or, my absolute favorite, “He got hard again after I finished, and he came in my mouth the first time, so I had to suck him off again to get the picture for you.” That was the last straw. We were on!
I dragged her by the hand upstairs to our bedroom, and began roughly stripping her clothes off. She fumbled with my belt, and immediately dropped to her knees, pulling my now throbbing member out as she did. As she started working her mouth over my cock head, I realized it wasn't going to be long before I blew what I was sure was going to be a HUGE load all over her. Her oral skills are amazing. It's truly a gift to have a woman who enjoys giving head. Her enthusiasm for sucking cock adds a whole different dimension to a plain old vanilla blow job. She continued slobbering on my knob, over and over, driving it deeper into her mouth each time. From time to time, she'd plunge as far as she could on it, opening her throat and pressing her face forward until her nose was buried in my pubes. It was an incredible sight to behold, and an even better thing to feel.
But I had to have that pussy. I pulled her up to her feet, spun her around, and pushed her forward onto the bed. She landed perfectly, head down, on all fours, with her beautiful ass sticking up at me. It was time to take her back. She gasped out loud as I pulled up behind her and sank my rock hard dick into her up to the hilt. It was only a matter of time now, and I was gonna make it count. Grabbing her hips, I started pounding her sweet pussy for all I was worth. As I fucked her, she shot a slutty look over her shoulder at me. “You like fucking that tight pussy, don't you?” she said. “Go on, fuck it! Fuck me hard!” Holy shit, it's a dream come true! A hot, beautiful woman begging me to fuck her?! What was I to do, but as she wished?
My fingers sank deeper into her hips as I rammed my cock into her faster and faster. I had no thought at all about what I was doing; I just had to fuck. Her pussy kept swallowing my shaft, wrapping tightly around it with every stroke, coaxing out the orgasm that was about to wash over me.
“Unnnnnnnngghhhh...!!!” was all I could get out. I pulled my cock out of her and pumped it hard, spraying her heaving ass with my jizz. She reached back and spread the cheeks apart as the first blast fell across her left buttock, as well as my fingers as they were dug into her flesh. Shot after shot covered her white skin, and ran down onto her perfect little rosebud. She leaned away a bit, and a rope of semen landed on her now quivering pussy, running down between the lips. She drove back into me as the final few shots I aimed at her ass, making a beautiful mess like never before.
The next few seconds are a blur to me, but somehow she eased me onto the bed, and we lay there next to each other for a long while. I don't know how things will turn out with this arrangement, but for the time being, the hotwife lifestyle is working out for us just fine.
great stuff
im already waiting for the next session
thank you so much for sharing this
Thanks, buster! It's nice to know someone appreciates them!Quote:
Originally Posted by buster
Great tales of perversion Juliette et Franklin. My pussy is sopping wet. :winking:
Piper
Very sexy. Your writing is titilating. :P
Wow! It's an honor, Your Highness! :winking: Glad you like them.Quote:
Originally Posted by gloryholeprincess
Thanks, Thor! It's easy when you have something so hot to write about.Quote:
Originally Posted by thor2
It's been a while since we posted here, so I thought I'd pop by and update the thread.
Since we started on this journey into hotwife territory, our sex life has been pretty good. We've been trying out some new and different things, and having a lot of fun these past few months. For one reason or another, Juliette hadn't been to see Beckett in a while. Life gets hectic sometimes, you know, and it just hadn't worked out.
The past couple of months have been even more busy than usual for us, with a lot of things occupying my mind, so when Juliette told me she had been in touch with Beckett again, it surprised me a little. Of course I was all for it; I love hearing about what they get up to, and seeing the sexy pictures she sends back, her porcelain skin glistening with his cum. Alas, it was not to be this time. “He's not into it this time. He hasn't been feeling well. I'm just going down to have lunch with him.” I was a little disappointed, of course, but as we were going to have family in town that weekend, it made it took a little of the pressure off. At least no one would accidentally see the hot homemade porn, or wonder why I suddenly had a raging hard-on!
When Juliette left that morning, I put it out of my mind, busying myself with family stuff. I didn't constantly check my phone for new facials featuring my girl, I didn't wonder what they were up to; it was a good day with the relations.
Juliette got home at about 6, and after greeting the few family members still left at the house, she sat on the couch next to me. A minute later, as the room emptied, leaving us alone there, she leaned over and whispered sexily in my ear, “I've been sucking cock today.”
Holy shit! Since she had said that they weren't going to do anything, I had put it out of my head. I immediately turned and kissed her, hard.
“Oh, you naughty girl!” My cock began to stiffen, pressing against my fly. “You told me you weren't going to have sex this time.” Normally, we discuss it before she goes, what they might do, what pictures or video I want her to get for me, what might happen when she gets back. All this is part of our agreement. But, though it was truly a surprise, it was a welcome one indeed.
“We didn't!” she protested. “I didn't think anything would go on, so I wasn't prepared,” she explained, referring to the various toys, lube, and such that she likes to have handy in the bedroom. “But he 'accidentally' left the door open while he was dressing. He caught me looking, and one thing led to another.”
“Tell me more! How did it happen? Did you just drop to your knees and start sucking his cock?!”
“Well, I didn't want to get anything on my new outfit, so I took my clothes off , and...” And with that, someone came back into the room, and that's where the story ended. Fuck, what an amazing tease! My dick was throbbing in my pants, and I had to grab a pillow to hide it so no one would notice.
Juliette got up from the couch, announcing “I'm going up to change my clothes. I'll be back in a few,” and bounded up the stairs, leaving me to deal with the monster behind my zipper. I thought of baseball and pretended to join in the conversation. A minute or so later, I was able to get up without exposing myself, and slipped up to join her.
Perfect! She was just down to her undies when I got to the bedroom. I quietly closed the bedroom door, and pulled my throbbing boner out as I crossed the room toward her.
She gave a small laugh, and with a mischievous gleam said, “Oh, do you know how many dicks I've sucked today?!” Somehow, she always knows just the right thing to say. That just made me moan as my rod got harder than I thought possible. She chuckled again, and sank to her knees, opening her lips and engulfing the bulbous head of my cock. She gave a little moan of satisfaction and began to suck furiously, her head bobbling quickly as my shaft disappeared into her mouth.
“Fuck, that's good,” was all I could get out, trying to keep quiet so our guests wouldn't hear. She increased her sucking speed, using her hand to stroke the shaft as her lips waxed the head. Her free hand cradled by balls, and she pulled slightly, a move she knew would hasten my climax. She slowed a bit, and pulled her lips off my member.
“Know what else?” she whispered hoarsely. She sank back slightly on her heels, not letting up the pace of her hand at all.
“What?” I squeaked as I got closer to the edge.
She smiled slyly. “He came in my mouth.”
That was it. Our eyes met as she pumped my cock over her face, and the wave crashed. With a freight-train rush, the first jet of cum caught Juliette right down the left side of her jaw, from her chin to her ear. Another followed immediately, painting her chin white, just below her open lips. She leaned back a little more, and pumped the next few shots over her chest, running down onto her bra. Never had I come so much in such a short build-up time. From the first whisper in my ear to the last few pearly drops landing on her heaving breasts, it could not have been more than five minutes. And most of that time was spent trying to figure out how to get there.
“I'm sorry,” she said, easing me down onto the bed. “We didn't really have time to take pictures for you. It happened pretty fast,” she said as she cleaned herself up. She kissed me, and got dressed as I lay there panting.
“That's okay,” I said between breaths. “I can see how that might happen.”