Thursday, June 30, 2016

We didn't... then we did... have sex...

I started the label/tag 'we had sex' so I could figure out how much sex I was or wasn't having since I tend to think I've been going without for longer than I actually have.  But not by much.
As I've mentioned, my wife has agreed our frequency is 'below average' and has agreed to 'scheduled sex' twice a week as a way of improving our intimacy. Naturally everyone would prefer hot 'n heavy spontaneous sex, but as couples counsellors and therapists agree 'fake it til you make it'.

You may have noticed there was no post from me on Monday indicating we'd had sex at any time over the weekend. That was because we hadn't. Yes, we'd had some the previous Wednesday but when the weekend rolled around... nothing.

Which was disappointing. She just wanted to watch TV. And read her dirty stories. I thought that might make her horny, but I was wrong.

Last night was Wednesday but she had a function to go to so I knew she would come home late and the chances of getting laid would be slim. Unless she was drunk in which case my odds would improve. Luckily I went with her to the function, and she got quite tipsy. So my odds were improving. There were various things in my favor:

  1. She jumped into 'mingle mode' as soon as we arrived ie she ditched me and started working the room
  2. There was an open bar
  3. I mingled solo, luckily I knew a few of them (her BNG buddies)
  4. There was an open bar
  5. Her female friends seem to love me, and tell her what a great guy I am
  6. There was an open bar
  7. Her female friends seem to love me, and love to tell me what a great guy I am
  8. There was an open bar
  9. My wife loves that her friends love me, and that I let her run free at these events so she can mingle as if single.
  10. There was an open bar
After four hours I managed to pull her away and take her home, since we were only supposed to be gone for two and our daughter was home alone. My wife takes half an hour to say good bye to everyone so we by the time we got home it was 11pm and we'd been gone 5 hours. Our daughter loved the extra two hours on her devices.

When we got to bed my wife started asking me about her female friends, and asked if I'd talked to one in particular. I said I hadn't really, other than a quick 'hello'. My wife said that was ashame since she thinks that her friend likes me. 'Likes me' likes me. She said I should give her a hug and a kiss next time. That her friend would probably like that. Emphasis on Like.

I knew my wife was drunk now, and realised that she has become adept at hiding it. She doesn't slur anymore but her eyes are red and what she says is always something she would never say sober. About 20 years ago she made me give her friend a birthday kiss, but then when I did she told me to give her 'a proper kiss'. I did nothing more than the first kiss, but the birthday girl took that as permission to french kiss me passionately. I realised my wife had told her what a good kisser I was and wanted to prove it by pimping me out.

Or had it been something else? My wife was clearly excited by the idea that one of her friends might want me sexually, and I wasn't fool enough to argue. I kissed her and then moved my way down her body until my mouth was planted on her pussy. I ate her out, and my wife came hard quickly. She was thrashing around, holding my head, and moaning aloud - even though our daughter was still awake next door

Then it was my turn...

She asked me to jack my cock and make a big sticky mess over her ass. I asked why couldn't I just slide my cock in and make a big sticky mess inside her? She paused and then replied "Sure, I suppose, but wouldn't you like to spray your cum into my asshole?"  She was drunk and starting to slur now, possibly a mix of alcohol and sleep deprivation. I played with her boobs roughly (she likes that when she's horny) and jacked my cock as I pondered what she really wanted.

I grabbed the lube and told her to lie on her stomach, with her hand underneath so she could play with her clit will I got behind her. She eagerly got in position and without further prompting lifted her butt slightly and started fingering herself. I poured the lube into her ass crack and then put a little over my cock. She was masturbating furiously as I lowered my body and started sliding my slick dick up and down her ass crack. With each stroke I whispered in ear what I was doing, how good it felt, and warned her that I might accidentally slip my cock into her asshole.

The warning became almost a threat. Accidentally might become 'accidentally'. I might not be able to help myself once I 'accidentally' slipped in, I warned her, and then I'd be fucking her ass. Fucking her ass with my big stiff prick. My big stiff prick all slick from the lube, sliding in and out of her dirty asshole, filling her anal passage with my hot sticky cum. Exploding my hot mess all up inside her dirty asshole.

My wife was going nuts for the dirty talk, writhing beneath me, moaning and close to cumming.

I told her what a dirty girl she was, how she'd probably love it up the ass, that it was a fitting punishment for all the flirting she'd done that night with all the other men and that party, and that I really should just ram my fat cock up her ass right now and pump her until she screamed.

That was it. She was ready to pop now.

'Get up" she grunted, raising herself up onto all fours "cum on my ass"

I noted she said 'on' not 'in' and kneeled behind her, jacking my cock.  The tip of my dick ran up her ass as I fisted my self, my knuckles slamming into her wet pussy from behind. She was working it from the front, slapping her cunt with her free hand, pounding that clit for all it was worth. Her breathing was ragged and she started panting. She was cumming.

I was cumming too.

I raised myself up and pointed my dick downward and into her asshole. Just the tip. It took all my will power not to plunge down and into her starfish but I managed to hold myself back. To hold myself back without losing my orgasm. My cock twitched, I kept thrusting without penetrating, and my balls bounced as I sprayed her crack with my cum. There was a lot of it, having been over a week since our last encounter.

My wife held her position until I was finished, before collapsing onto the bed - her butt crack filled with sticky cum. "Mmmmm" she groaned, "that was fucking fantastic." Which was good, because I enjoyed it too. I'd say it bodes well for this weekend, but I said that last Wednesday as well and then nothing happened at the weekend.

But who knows - maybe the glass is half full?

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Turning Your Walk Of Shame Into a Stride of Pride

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

My comment to her is at the very bottom so keep scrolling

Pervertically Virtuous posted: " I never understood the "walk of shame" concept. Apparently, you're supposed to feel embarrassed to walk home past strangers, neighbors, or peers in the morning after a night of partying and sex still wearing last night's clothes. But I've been walking"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Turning Your Walk Of Shame Into a Stride of Pride

by Pervertically Virtuous
Stride of pride
Keep your head up and smile
I never understood the "walk of shame" concept.
Apparently, you're supposed to feel embarrassed to walk home past strangers, neighbors, or peers in the morning after a night of partying and sex still wearing last night's clothes.
But I've been walking home past strangers, neighbors, or peers after a night of sex and partying wearing last night's clothes at all hours of the day (from early morning the next day to early evening the next day, or, sometimes, two days later) for almost 20 years now, and I've never ever felt ashamed.
Why would I feel ashamed of having an awesome night and getting laid?!
If there are any self-conscious emotions to be felt, then they should be of the positive type - i.e., pride. But I often don't feel any self-conscious emotions on the walk home, I simply feel satisified, or satiated, or tired, or in a post-sex afterglow blissfully unaware of the world around me.
So how do you turn the dreaded walk of shame into a stride of pride, (or into a simple slightly tired, but satisfied post-party/sex walk home)? Here are 9 pieces of advice from a seasoned slut with more post-party/sex walks home than most will ever experience.
1. Own your sexual experience.
In other words, don't do anything you don't want to do, and do the things you want to do.
2. Don't get wasted.
I know most hookups happen while wasted, but I'm a strong opponent of drunken sex. A little buzz is OK, but getting smashed before hooking up with someone will seriously impair your ability to make smart decisions about #1. If you or your partner-to-be cross the line from buzzed to wasted, leave the hooking up part for some other time. Please. And if you need to get shit-faced in order to hook up, then you probably shouldn't be hooking up at all.
3. Have realistic expectations of what the hookup is and what it will lead to.
Sometimes hookups lead to something more; often they don't. Don't have unrealistic hopes about what this one will be about. Go into it for the sex and the pleasure that sex will give you. Don't go into it hoping it will lead to the marriage altar.
4. Carry condoms on you. 
Even if you don't think you'll end up needing them; no harm in carrying a couple with you - they really don't take up that much space in your purse. Having used protection will definitely help keep your head up high on the walk home. If you wanna come really well-prepared, bring lube too. There are really tiny, single-use packets of lube.
5. Try to have an orgasm. Or at least enjoy yourself as much as you possibly can.
I know for some women orgasms are not as easy as for this lucky lady, but put in some effort to try and get one. In hookups, especially with people you don't know very well, you can't rely on the guy to know what you want and then give it to you. It's great when that happens and the orgasms just flow without much effort on your part. But for the many occasions when that doesn't happen, you need to know your body and what it needs to enjoy yourself (e.g, touching yourself while he plays with your boobs). And then do it or ask the guy to do it. If he doesn't seem too concerned about your orgasm, demand it from him. Most guys will try to please you, but you have to take the initiative on that one and let them know how they can do that. Walking home after getting an orgasm is so much better than walking home after only giving an orgasm.
6. Carry a toothbrush on you.
There are tiny toothbrushes (single- or multi-use) you can stash in your purse. After condoms, they're the single best preparatory purchase you can make to keep a smile on your face and the shame at bay the next morning. Passersby may not be able to see that you've brushed your teeth, but trust me, walking home with a fresh breath will make you feel clean and oh so much better about yourself.
7. Bring a pair of sunglasses.
Smudged last night's eye make-up looks far worse than (hopefully) intact last night's clothes.
8. Keep your head high, look people in the eye, and smile.
Whatever you do, do not look down and away in embarrassment! Even if you don't feel that way: Science has shown that faking emotions actually leads to feeling those emotions. Plus, it's harder for people to judge a smiling, happy, scantily-clad woman at 10 AM than a self-loathing, gaze-avoiding, scantily-clad woman at 10 AM. Let the post-sex afterglow wash over your face.
9. If shame creeps up on you, remember: You got laid, and they didn't.
They're probably going to work (yawn) where they're going to be miserable all day (ugh). Or going grocery shopping (yawn). Or walking their dogs (yawn) and picking up poop (ugh). At best, they're going jogging. You, on the other hand, partied like a rock star. And then you got laid. And it was glorious. And if it wasn't, so what? What's it to them?
Ultimately, you shouldn't give a fuck about what others think. Your life is your life and their life is their life. If you hook up and walk back in the morning wearing yesterday's clothes, some people will judge you. That's a given. But if hooking up and partying til the wee hours of the night is what you like doing and you own your sexual experiences, you shouldn't care about the judgment of those people. They hold a different value set than you do, and they are not 'your people'. Surround yourself with people who share your values. They exist. They may be more difficult to find if you're a sex-loving slut than if you're more of a prude, but they are out there. Go find them. You really don't need everyone to love you. Do you love everyone? No? That's what I thought.
There are situations where you can end up a victim regardless what you do. This is not one of these situations. In this case, you can only be a victim if you let yourself be a victim.
Need some help shaking off some slut shame? Check out The Unslut Project.
Want to find a hookup so you can test the advice? Try Adult FriendFinder.
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Pervertically Virtuous | June 29, 2013 at 10:00 am | Tags: authenticity, courage, double standards, freedom, gender norms, hooking up, sex | Categories: Guides, Life According to PV | 

Heh heh. My wife once told me that she ALWAYS used to bring the guys back to her house. That way she didn't end up in some strange distant neighborhood the next day, and she could kick them out in the morning. As for myself, I went wherever the sex took me - back to her place, or mine. ~ NERO

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

TMI Tuesday: June 28, 2016 ~ It’s Gonna Take A Lotta Love to Make This Work Out Right.

Hello. Let’s play TMI Tuesday.

1. When sizing up (assessing) your romantic relationship, is there a couple that you envy? Why? (Can be a couple you know or famous/celebrity couple)

~ No one in the real world, but Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie seem to have it pretty good. But who knows what's really going on behind closed doors. Couples that look like they're 'great' could just be putting on a good show. I know one such couple in real life. (It's so easy with social media now to project a positive image, even if it isn't true)

2. Thinking of your current relationship, which stage are you in?
  • a. Infatuation stage – Intense attraction and an uncontrollable urge to be with each other, strong sexual attraction.
  • b. Understanding stage – You both start getting to know each other better, and everything about your partner interests and fascinates you.
  • c. Moulding stage – You each know what you want in a partner and you start moulding each other to change in effort to create a stranger, lasting relationship.
  • d. If you have made it this far you are in the advanced stages of a relationship, which one best represents the current status of your relationship:
  1.  Stage of doubt – This is not what you want in a partner, and you have thoughts of ending the relationship.
  2.  Happy stage – You’ve worked out most of the kinks in your relationship, you know each others flaws and can deal with them. You are comfortable and enjoying the relationship in what you believe will be a long-lasting one.
~ Ha! We are at the 20+ years married stage and neither of is going elsewhere stage! We are well beyond infatuation and now at the you-drive-me-crazy-sometimes-a-lot-of-times stage. We understand eachother very well, although sometimes I think my wife doesn't understand me at all. I do I think I understand my wife very well, and she agrees. She says that's why she loves me. I have given up trying to mould or control her, and accept her for who she is.

3. If you are not currently in a romantic relationship, at which stage did your last relationship end? (see stages above).
~ My previous last serious relationship probably finished somewhere between 2c and 2d2

4. Do you think you are too good for your current partner? Why do you feel this way?
~ No. But sometimes I don't think she appreciates how good I am for her.

5. Write a 25-word love note to your current significant other or to a person with whom you are infatuated.
~ Ha! I'm trying to make my posts shorter, not longer! I already ramble too much!

Bonus: Have you ever been obsessively “in love” with someone and perhaps borderline clingy? How did you get over your obsession?
~ No, I don't do obsessive or clingy. Aside from checking my wife's browser history on her iPad to see what (and how many) dirty stories she is reading on Literotica. Which I haven't been able to do since she changed her password two months ago. 
Double bonus: (but not really) I recognise Q5 as being similar to something they get you to do in couples counselling. I failed then too, but luckily so did my wife! We both agreed after 20+ years together we couldn't write down 'why and what we love about each other'. 

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, June 27, 2016

A Lovely MFMFM Fivesome

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 
 (FYI: all links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: " Read A Prelude to a Five-Some first. One Friday night I found myself at an erotica book release party in Brooklyn, together with my husband, Ace, my two fairly recent - and absolutely gorgeous - fuckbuddies, Pretty Boy and Karlo, and Tara, a beautiful "

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

A Lovely MFMFM Fivesome

by Pervertically Virtuous
fivesome; 5-some
One Friday night I found myself at an erotica book release party in Brooklyn, together with my husband, Ace, my two fairly recent - and absolutely gorgeous - fuckbuddies, Pretty Boy and Karlo, and Tara, a beautiful black girl I had just met a few weeks earlier through an old Adult FriendFinder fuckbuddy. After lots of flirting and too many drinks (Karlo is a big drinker and he kept ordering more), we all walked over to Pretty Boy's place to jump in his rooftop hot tub.
As we left the club, it was still unclear whether and how sex will happen. I knew that Ace was up for whatever (any combination of a 2-some, 3-some, 4-some, or 5-some), and I was fairly confident that Karlo was as well. I knew that Pretty Boy was probably not OK with anything but a 2-some (or an FMF threesome, which given the male/female ratio was not going to happen) and we in fact made an explicit agreement that he would take Tara and I would take Karlo and Ace. And Tara? I had no idea what, if anything, Tara was down for.
We walked into Pretty Boy's gorgeous apartment, and as soon as everyone had a drink in their hands, our host took his clothes off and emphatically invited everyone to the hot tub. Tara, who had for some reason brought a bathing suit with her (?!), went to the bathroom to change into it. When she got out, everyone else was standing butt naked, so she felt silly and took her bathing suit off as well. We all jumped in. The warm, bubbling water felt very soothing in the chilly, crisp night. With only a few scattered clouds in the sky, the Manhattan skyline was spread in front of us in all of its glory.
But we didn't get to enjoy it for very long. Because, only after a few short minutes of chatting and sipping on wine, the groping and kissing began. And didn't stop for the next few hours.
I had intentionally positioned myself between Karlo and Ace, allowing Tara to sit next to Pretty Boy. That was working out well: Tara seemed to be enjoying Pretty Boy (and how could you not, really?) and I loved having the other two hard, naked male bodies next to me. The two cocks started getting hard almost instantly as I held one in each hand. I we while kissing Ace and Karlo back and forth. It wasn't before long that all that action made us way too hot to stay in the hot tub.
"We're gonna go to the upstairs bedroom," I announced, trying to honor the agreement with Pretty Boy.
"But I wanna watch!" complained Tara, genuinely disappointed.
"Um.. well, um, Pretty Boy...?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"It's OK, just stay here, it's fine," he acquiesced.
"Are you sure?" I asked just in case.
"Yeah, this bed is big enough for everyone," he confirmed.
OK! Let the festivities begin!
We all went inside. Unfortunately for Pretty Boy, we didn't really manage to keep this to a 2-some (him and Tara) and a 3-some (me, Ace, and Karlo). In fact, right from the beginning, things took a different turn.
Somehow in the process of post-hot tub drying up and using the bathroom, Ace and Tara found themselves together in the hallway where they started making out. That left me with Pretty Boy and Karlo in the bedroom. Lucky me! Two gigantic hard dicks all for myself, one circumcised, one intact. I started sucking on them back and forth, with Pretty Boy lying on the bed and Karlo standing leaning back on the nearby closet. I was in my own personal slut-heaven, my pussy getting progressively wetter. After all the cautious anticipation and slowly rising hopes, I almost couldn't believe this was finally happening. I wanted to ravish the men. I wanted my body ravished by them. I wanted their cocks in every one of my holes. I pulled Karlo over to the bed and brought their cocks together close enough to suck on them simultaneously. It was a challenge getting two Magnum-sized monsters in my mouth at the same time, but it was a challenge I was more than happy to take on. The first time I tried that with Pretty Boy (and Ace), he freaked out a bit. This time, he didn't flinch; I guess he had gotten accustomed to having his cock rub against another man's.
I was going wild, I needed to get fucked. In that very moment, Karlo pulled away from the saliva-covered mess that was my face to get a condom. When he came back and plunged his big dick inside me, I almost came instantly. I kept stuffing my mouth with the other big cock available to me as I was getting hammered from behind. I wanted that moment to last forever. In the meantime, Tara and Ace had moved to the bed, and Ace was going down on Tara. She was starting to moan, and that just made the scene even hotter. Stuck between two enormous cocks on either end, one bumping against my cervix,  the other one against my throat is one of my happiest, sluttiest places to be. I was groaning in ecstasy each time Karlo would push into me and impale me further on both his and Pretty Boy's cock. I came hard, with Karlo coming with me at the same time.
Pretty Boy was now eager to get some pussy himself. As soon as I came, he got up and got a condom. Tara was still on her back, her mouth now busy sucking Ace's cock. Pretty Boy grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and started fucking her slowly and gently at first, then faster and harder. Tara seemed to be a talented - and a very eager - cocksucker, and Ace came in her mouth in a matter of minutes. Pretty Boy continued fucking her for some time until he shot his load deep inside her, then rolled off her to make room for the next guy.
While Pretty Boy was fucking Tara, I was playing with Karlo's cock which, unsurprisingly, got hard again in no time. So as soon as Tara's pussy became cock-less, Karlo was ready to fill the void. I turned Tara over on her stomach to give her a new perspective on things, and Karlo started fucking her doggie style. He was not being gentle. He fucked her with a steady hard rhythm. Ace played with her tits and clit, while I alternated between squeezing her tits and kissing Karlo until he had another orgasm.
"How about your orgasm, Tara?" I asked, feeling bad that she was the only one who had not yet had one.
"I usually come when I'm on top," she said.
"I think that could be arranged. Whose cock would you like to ride, my dear?" I offered smiling.
"Well, Ace is the only one I haven't fucked yet. I wanna try him," she responded.
Perfect. Ace, whose cock was getting hard again, laid down and let this beautiful girl sit on him. As she started to slide up and down on his cock, I realized this was the first black girl he had fucked in a really long time.
I then turned my attention back to Pretty Boy who was still recovering. "You are going to get it hard again, aren't you?" I whispered in his ear. "I can't go home without feeling your big boy inside me.
"I'll try," he said honestly.
And I tried to help as much as I could: I went back down on him trying to bring it back to life for a second round. As I was bent over Pretty Boy with my ass in the air, Karlo slipped his cock back into my pussy, without a warning, not that I needed one. His cock didn't need any encouragement. He started fucking me again with slow but deep thrusts. Tara was now off Ace and on her knees sucking his cock - again. Getting double teamed - again - by these two gorgeous men was getting to me, my body started tensing and my pussy tingling with the first signs that another orgasm was starting to build up. But before it had a chance to develop and reach a climax, Karlo sped up his thrusts and came. Karlo's grunts leading up to his orgasm were quite loud and his enjoyment so tangibly obvious, that it triggered Ace's orgasm and he came at the same time filling Tara's mouth with his cum.
That left me with a still-tingling pussy hungry for another orgasm. So I made use of the only functioning cock left - Pretty Boy's. Blowing him while getting fucked by Karlo had gotten him hard enough to fuck me - not rock hard, but hard enough - and I begged him to let me feel him inside me. I got on top and rode him to another orgasm with my face buried in Tara's tits. I collapsed next to Pretty Boy and asked if there was anything I could do for him.
"Nah, I'm good. I don't think I can come again," he relieved me of my sense of duty.
"I'm sorry I keep dragging you into these group sex situations," I apologized. (Over the last few months I've dragged him into two different 4-somes, that I will write about at some point, I promise). "I know you're more of a 1-on-1 kinda guy. But group sex just happens around me," I smiled, openly feigning innocence in the matter.
"That's OK. This was fun," he assured me.
I cuddled with Pretty Boy for a bit, when Ace, who was was spent and falling asleep on the other end of the bed, suggested it was time to go. It was 5 AM. We were about to get up when we heard Karlo and Tara fucking in the other room. My Dog, he's such an animal! Luckily, he doesn't take too long, so we were up and out the door not too long after.
We parted ways with Karlo, and Tara, Ace, and I got in a cab for a long ride back to Harlem.
"Wow, that was a crazy night," said Tara.
"Yeah, I'm so glad you were up for it. I had no idea whether you'd be open to something like this when I invited you. I'm pretty impressed in fact - not knowing anyone and all, you were totally awesome..." I offered.
"So you were planning this whole thing?" she asked curiously.
"Not quite planning it. I had hopes. But no expectations," I responded.
There was one thing that bothered me though: "You were the only one who didn't have an orgasm."
"Oh, that's OK, don't worry about it," she repeated the words I have heard from so many women before. "I don't come easily, it usually takes a while. But no worries, I had fun."
This was not the time or place to get into an existential discussion about orgasms, so I took her word for it. It was a lovely night, and we all slept like babies.
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Pervertically Virtuous | June 27, 2013 at 2:17 pm | Tags: black women, five-some, hot tub, Karlo, orgasms, Pretty Boy, sex, Tara | Categories: Casual sex, Group sex, Sex Stories

Sunday, June 26, 2016

A Prelude to a Five-Some

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Somehow, I live a life in which a 5-some happens on a random Friday night, followed by a 3-some on Saturday, followed by a sex photo shoot on Sunday. And I'm not even a porn actress. What follows is the lead-up to the five-some story. Last week, Ace and "

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

A Prelude to a Five-Some

by Pervertically Virtuous
Balint_Zsako_FivesomeSomehow, I live a life in which a 5-some happens on a random Friday night, followed by a 3-some on Saturday, followed by a sex photo shoot on Sunday. And I'm not even a porn actress. What follows is the lead-up to the five-some story.
Last week, Ace and I were going to an erotica book release party in Brooklyn. We got invited by a friend of a friend and had no idea what to expect. But with that being my first weekend in NYC since moving back, I decided to make a fun night out of it no matter what.
The party venue was three blocks from Pretty Boy's, and four blocks from Karlo's. I hadn't seen either in a while, so naturally I thought of them. And of organizing something involving them. It didn't hurt that I was ovulating.
The night before the party, I sent both of them an identical text:
"Any plans for tomorrow? Ace and I are going to this erotica book release party, there might be interesting new, open-minded women, and I think they might like you ;-)"
They were both interested.
Karlo, the horny animal, continued the conversation, telling me about the amazing sex he had with this 20-year-old the night before. Soon we were talking about possibly setting up a double penetration with Ace. This got me so hot that I had to interrupt Ace, who was at his computer working.
"Babe, I need you to fuck my ass," I requested very matter-of-factly.
"Didn't we already have anal sex this morning?" he asked suspiciously.
"Yes, but I've been sexting with Karlo about MFMs, and I really need to feel your cock in my ass," I explained, feigning an apology, as I pulled down my sweats and bent over the living room couch.
Ace was all too happy to oblige.
After a delightful afternoon anal quickie, we were back to our computers.
I wasn't done organizing. As much as I'd love an MMFM foursome with the three handsome men, I knew that would be difficult to pull off. Karlo may have been convinced to venture into such new territory, but Pretty Boy is not too comfortable with unequal ratios of women to men, and in fact, he functions best in 1-on-1 situations. So I had to find more girls. Not necessarily girls who'd be down for sex, although that'd be nice, just more girls to go out with who were sexy and fun and potentially down to fuck.
I was hoping we'd meet some sexy, slutty ladies at an erotica book release party, but you can never rely on that, so I concocted a contingency plan. A few weeks ago, while out clubbing, we met Tara, a beautiful black girl, with gorgeous long braided hair and great tits. It was really loud in the club, so we didn't get a chance to chat much, but I really liked her energy and she seemed all too eager to party with us in the future. I promised to let her know next time I'm going out.
I had no idea how sexually open Tara was. My only promising hint was the fact that the guy who introduced her to us, Tony, is an old friend and fuck buddy of mine - someone I met on Adult FriendFinder many years ago. Tony travels constantly for work and has many AFF friends and other fuckbuddies all over the U.S., so there was a decent chance Tara was that kind of a friend. So at least she was willing to have casual sex.
I sent her a similar text about the erotica book release party, and to my great pleasure, she said she would love to join. Not only that, but she was also bringing another friend who was quite open! Perfect. I still had no idea if anything would happen, but I had my hopes.
The next day, Ace and I got to Karlo's before the others, so that the boys could get to know each other, get comfy if things got to an MFM at some point. Karlo was his usual high intensity self, very engaged but with way too many 'fucking' and 'like' in every sentence. I knew it was getting on Ace's nerves. Half way through the evening he voiced it: "Remember how you couldn't stand the annoying laugh of that chick I was flirting with a few months back? That's how I feel about Karlo. He's a sweetheart, but he's driving me crazy! But if you really want to, I'll take one for the team."
Pretty Boy showed up a little later. We chatted and drank for a while, but the girls had not yet arrived. I texted Tara. She was still waiting on her friend. Then, she started freaking out because her friend was nowhere to be found. Then, she realized her friend had fallen asleep and was not coming out, so she wasn't going to come out either. I saw my brilliantly crafted plan crumble - we need at least one more girl! I begged Tara to come out alone. Finally, she was convinced! Whew! Getting from Harlem to Brooklyn was going to take a while, so I gave her the address to the club and we went out.
The book release party was OK. It wasn't too well attended, and we didn't meet any slutty women we could take home with us, but everyone was sweet and nice and interesting to talk to, and there was a pretty spectacular drag queen performance that blew our minds.
Tara arrived just as I was loosing hope. She met the boys and they all seemed to be getting along quite well. Around 2.30 AM, I asked Pretty Boy if he'd like us to all go back to his place and jump in the hot tub.
"Yes, but we don't have the right ratio," he said.
I anticipated that response and had a counter-response ready: "Well, you take Tara, I'll take the other two boys. There are enough bedrooms for all of us.
"Is Karlo OK with that?" he asked with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Trust me," I assured him with a smirk.
The last piece of the puzzle was Tara. But I had no reason to worry: She was very excited about the hot tub. I still had no idea whether sex was going to happen. But my hopes were raised a bit higher.
Stay tuned for the action.
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Pervertically Virtuous | June 26, 2013 at 10:46 am | Categories: Sex Stories | 

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Various comments on "Do you prefer Carpet or Hardwood Floors?"

some women love it, some women hate it,
others think it's just too much of a hassle to maintain!
In Wednesdays post "Do you prefer Carpet or Hardwood Floors?" there were so many great comments from other people (in the original 2013 post by Betty Homebanger) I thought I'd include them here, in a separate post. The subject of shaved pussy is very close to my heart so feel free to continue the discussion in my comments section below!
By the way, I reposted Do You... as an homage to Betty, who like Pervertically Virtuous was another great sex blogger now gone from the internet. 


Pervertically Virtuous commented in response to bettyhomebanger:

I’ve never shaved. Where I grew up, shaving was not done, because the hair grows back immediately and each time it is coarser, thicker, and more abundant (multiple hairs start growing out of the same follicle). Instead, everyone waxed, which keeps you hairless for a few weeks, makes the hairs thinner and finer, and slowly but consistently reduces the density. I wouldn’t ever recommend shaving to anyone.
So I’ve been waxing since I was 13 or so, and Brazilian waxing since 16 or so. Then when I got to the US I did many treatments of Brazilian laser. I now have about 20% of the original amount of hair coming back, but it does so very slowly and is super light and super fine. So these days I wax about once every 2 months.
I love bald pussy – my own and everyone else’s. I don’t mind some hair, as long as it’s tidy. I also love men’s crotches (and armpits) hairless or at least nicely trimmed.


redceedee commented in response to bettyhomebanger:
“No matter what, my carpet looks hand-woven by a drunk monkey.” – ROFL – yes!! ME TOO.
I’ve read that the trend is less Brazilian and a little more hair. I do not have a pussy that has model hair. This shit is up in my snatch and it’s annoying. Someone mentioned laser… I testing this with my underarms before bikini line but I think I’m heading toward that as well. Maybe leaving a v-patch, if it looks decent.


Hubman (@hubman38) commented in response to bettyhomebanger:
I recently had the pleasure of a new playmate, who is getting ready to ask her hubby for a divorce. She kept throwing out little reasons why we should wait until they were separated for us to fuck, when what she really wanted was for me to make the decision for her.
One of her reasons was, she hadn’t shaved for a while in preparation for a Brazilian. Apparently, she was under the mistaken impression that an unkept bush might dissuade me from propositioning her.
She was wrong :-)
Smooth as silk or natural full bush, I don’t care!


Primalnights commented in response to bettyhomebanger:
Either way for me, each have an appeal. But the hardwood route has a few concerns to me in my opinion about it. I don’t want a woman to look like a 13 year old girl. Sometimes it has that effect, sometimes not depending on the woman. I don’t want it smooth if it looks bright red like a fresh sunburn in an oval pattern around her pussy, I lean look like, WTF is going on there? And if your going to go with it, I don’t want the 3 day stubble burn like you're fucking a cheese grater - commit and take care if it.
On the carpet side I’m not going in on dreadlocks or a woven front porch welcome mat. I don’t mind a wild bush, but keep it clean and tidy.
Two sexy pussies by the way. :-)


JK commented in response to bettyhomebanger:
For me, the actual floor covering isn’t so important as whether or not it’s cared for. I prefer bald most, but a trimmed carpet is great too. Wild and unkempt starts to turn me off, especially when I have to use a garden rake to find my way around.


bettyhomebanger commented in response to JK:

Lol, gardening tools should not be required.


Being 'Her' commented in response to bettyhomebanger:
I think everyone is different but hard wood floors are reinstalled every three days here. I would go crazy if they weren’t.


bettyhomebanger commented in response to Being 'Her':

I’m currently growing mine out for a wax…the lady requested 2 weeks of growth but I think I’ve got the required amount and it’s day 7! 3 days is all I can usually stand. (I may get Cash to snap a pic :D )

Friday, June 24, 2016

BREXIT: British Babes v Euro Babes

So the British people have voted to leave the European Union. What does that mean for people in the rest of the world? Nothing!
But it does give me an excuse to post some pics of British Babes and European Ladies in Latex.
Any UK or European readers are welcome to give their thoughts on the BREXIT in the comments below. The rest of you can discuss the outfits!






Thursday, June 23, 2016

Another Wednesday Wank

'Wednesday Wank' has the alliteration but a more accurate title would be 'Mutual Masturbation'. It went down like this:

My wife reminded me on Tuesday night (just before she went out for a business dinner) that tomorrow was Wednesday ie Sex Night so I should 'save' myself for then ie don't masturbate while I'm out. I asked her how her cystitus was (fearing a repeat of No Sex Saturday) but she said she should be fine since she'd given up on the herbal pills and resumed antibiotics that day. "You may not be able to stick it in," she giggled "but we should manage something".

And then she grabbed my dick for good measure, as she left.

Spoiler: this happened late last night

My wife went out again last night, this time for dinner with her 'Wine Club' (yeah, I know - any excuse to drink wine with her friends. It seems more of a social group/wine wank than anything more) followed by a meeting at a bar with some other people. She didn't know I knew about the latter, but let's not get into that - suffice to say I knew it was going to be a late one for her.

In the back of my mind I suspected Wednesday Sex wasn't going to happen. Ordinarily her coming home tipsy/drink would mean she was horny, but I knew she'd had a late night the night before and had then got up early for a breakfast meeting on Wednesday - so I figured she would be too tired for sex. It's happened before.

But not last night (Wednesday).

She came in at midnight, buzzing with excitement. Obviously she'd had a really great time and gave me all the gossip. It was the same ol' same ol' (imagine a sports fanatic telling you about a team you don't know and why they're just so great) but I listened nonetheless. She babbled a lot, but the tidbits I gleaned (that were relevant to me) were that some of the women in the group that night were former members of her BNG but had quit because they were sick of all the guys hitting on them. And then some of the other women in the group who were still in BNG said they'd been hit on too. One of them said they'd been hit on big time, and another said she'd actually been groomed to the point of being rready to leave her husband - for a guy she only realised at the eleventh hour was just wanting a fuck buddy. And most of these BNG guys were married.

Basically my wife seemed to have finally agreed with everything I had tried to point out about these rich moneyed douchebags when she first started mixing with them three years earlier - but her being her she had to learn it for herself. I didn't say 'I told you so' but I did ask:

"So which ones have been hitting on you?"

There was a momentary pause -only a nanosecond but I saw it- and then she replied:

"None of them {guilty throat swallow} I've learnt I need to be clear from the start that I'm married and not interested. I always mention you early on in the conversation, and I always talk you up. I let them know I'm married and not up for any fooling around. And I told the other girls tonight they need to do the same because men are bastards and always on the make. They're all just looking for their next fuck"

As I said, my wife was tipsy and clearly fired up after talking to the other girls. Apparently they all thought I was The.Best.Guy.Ever. and that my wife was Very.Lucky.To.Have.A.Guy.Like.Me.  Cool, I'll take it, but I'm well aware that my wife does talk me up so of course they think that way. I didn't bother to ask my wife why/when she'd 'learned' she needed to let guys know she was married, since I saw no upside in it, and so I certainly didn't inform her that all those BNG guys who want to fuck her (I'm sure they have some sort of pool going whenever a new woman joins BNG) just look at me as she talks me up and think "That guy? I'm half his size and twice as fit - if you like fucking him you're gonna LOVE IT when I get you in bed"

But I digress, we were talking about Wednesday Sex. (For the record there were also a bunch of guys in this wine/dinner/bar party but we haven't got time to get into that; but there is one good story I'll tell you later - spoiler: sex for cash)

So we get to bed and I kiss her on the neck and nibble behind her ear, and then I play with her boobs, and then I'm going down, and then I'm eating her out, and then she's going crazy, and then she cums, hard. I can't fuck her because she's still sore from the cystitus so I sit in bed next to her and start jacking my cock. The combination of her strong orgasm mixed with the buzz she still had going from her night out has kinda tipped her over the edge a little and she starts writhing around, touching herself, as she stares at my cock. She tells me she loves watching me jerk off and that she loves my big balls and then she starts licking my cock in little cat-like flicks as she fingers herself.

Then she's swallowing my dick, then jacking it into her mouth, and then tonguing my balls... and the whole time she's moaning and writhing and talking dirty but not super-dirty just dirty. I'm close to cumming but I can't quite get there because she keeps changing what she's doing just as I get close, so finally I grab her head and hold her face to my balls (since she'd just been going on and on about them) and I tell her to stay there and lick them, which she does as I jack my cock which is now rock hard, fat, and throbbing.

"mmmmmm, oh, god, your cock is sooo hot against my face, mmmmm" she babbles, as she licks me.

I'm ready to cum so I push her back and kneel above her, jerking my cock for the final act. She's thrashing around on the bed, playing with her tits and her pussy at the same time. I sense she has another orgasm waiting so I move down and position myself between her legs. My balls bounce on her pussy as I punish myself and she joins in, slapping her wet cunt mercilessly. I start grunting, she starts moaning, and then I'm spraying hot jism all over her.

"god, yes, yessss, mmmm," she purrs "that feels soooo good, so hot and sticky against my skin, I love it!"

I slept well last night, roll on The Weekend Sex!

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Do you prefer Carpet or Hardwood Floors?

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Betty Homebanger in 2013
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I really enjoyed her posts and views on sex. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

My comment to her is at the very bottom so keep scrolling...

recovered post by bettyhomebanger

Do you prefer carpet or hardwood floors?

by bettyhomebanger
102_2153There is no right or wrong answer.  Men and women have their own preferences for their own reasons.  Taste, appearance, feel, whatever your reasoning maybe.  But there does seem to be a wide variety of tastes and reasons.
So here's what I got on the subject.
First, everyone woman is different particularly with the amount of hair and wear the love spreads.  I'm sure this can affect how women prefer their bits to be groomed.  It does for me.  I am a brunette, a relatively hairy brunette.  With a full-blown thick wild bush, that if allowed to grow free would roam the area and spread like a rampant weed.  It could be to my chin before too long, I don't know, I can't leave it on its own.
I've seen some women who had very "lady-like" bushes, that went were they were supposed to and laid correctly, just behaved.  Sure, some trimming on the inner legs was probably needed, but other than that they were good to go.  And the option is always there for trimming things back.  I've tried it, with those trimmer things, scissors, and razors.   No matter what my carpet looks hand-woven by a drunk monkey.
Now take Jennifunzing's beautiful well-managed lady like bush and hot pussy.  I could handle this, if my girl bits behaved like that, I'd sport some carpet, no doubt.
The argument that I hate about a shaved Gina, is the pre-pubescent thing.  I've heard men say they like a bush because they want to know they're having sex with a woman not a girl.  WTF?  Hello, if you need a hairy cunt to tell you that, you've picked the wrong woman.  How about the way a woman carries herself, her breasts, her curves, (her age), her sexual knowledge...umm just being a woman.  On the flip side of this argument, I had quite the bush around 12, so if you had spread my 12-year-old legs I would have been "a woman", ha, not quite.
I think fully shaved or waxed is more popular amongst the younger crowd, and we may always prefer it, but I believe it's a fade, along with all the others. The one older man I've been with commented on liking hair present.  I told him it would run loose, he said the more the better. :D
What I like about being shaved or waxed, myself, is the smoothness of my skin, and being able to see all of myself.  Before I started shaving (close up) I never looked very closely at myself.  I just did what I needed to do and got out out of there.  It was like one large unit, instead of lots of different areas.  Once I was shaved I want to touch all the different areas and explore, I also just feel "fresher" when I'm shaved.
Cash prefers bald pussy, but says he isn't turning anyone away.  I sported the wild look while pregnant, and he managed just fine.  I think it's embarrassing watching someone have to remove a runaway, but I guess if you like it there isn't a problem.
I don't mind men with full carpets present, but I don't think it's quite the same thing, you know?  The one pussy I licked had a small amount of hair, that was fine.  But I think I would have preferred a blank slate, it was a little distracting.
Thoughts? Opinions? Please share.
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NERO commented in response to bettyhomebanger:

My wife has always kept it trimmed, and a few years back she used laser treatment to make it ‘permanent’ (I’m not sure how permanent laser treatment is). She always retains the V, eschewing the ubiquitous ‘landing strip’. A few months back she gave me a birthday surprise – a ‘Brazillian’. Omigod it was an [...]

bettyhomebanger commented in response to Nero:

I hope you get bald pussy again, Nero. It is so nice.

NERO commented in response to bettyhomebanger:

Yes. Now that I've had a taste I want more. Maybe I could try aversion therapy: I could hire a dozen prostitutes with shaved pussies to sit on my face until I can't take it (and don't want it) anymore?

bettyhomebanger commented in response to Nero:

That’s a thought :)