Friday, October 28, 2011

Cuckold pregnancy risk

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I like watching homemade sex videos. I watch them alone and with Michael and sometimes with other men. Films or videos that look like professional porn are a real turn-off for me, but if it looks like real people enjoying themselves, I'm in. Many of my female friends claim that they don't like porn and I wonder how they would react to the homemade variety.

Last night, I found some old black and white sex videos. The men weren't using condoms and the films were made before the pill was invented. It meant that the woman in the film was risking pregnancy with every thrust of the man's cock. Any woman knows that a penis leaks semen prior to orgasm so that pulling out when a man feels he is about to ejaculate is not a reliable form of birth control.

For some reason the thought of the woman's pregnancy risk excited me. After filming her sex act, the woman would have to wait for weeks to know if she was impregnated by her partner. Imagine the multiplicity of conflicting emotions for her and the man involved. In a cuckolding scenario, the tension or excitement is tripled since the woman, the sex partner and the husband will each have their own reactions, expectations and fears.

I wonder what I will do with these thoughts.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

8 o'clock in the morning

We just returned home at eight in the morning. We were fucking all night. Actually, I was fucking all night. Michael watched me, cheered me on, brought me water or a drink when I needed it. Somehow, he watched and stroked himself throughout my marathon adventure and never brought himself to orgasm. We'll have to do something about that a little later on. Right now, we sleep.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Cuckold delivery

One of our playmates is a man who receives us in his apartment. We see him every week or so and generally follow the same routine. Michael and I drive to his apartment together. We may indulge in some small talk before the man and I disappear into the bedroom and Michael remains in the living room reading a paper and drinking a Scotch provided by our friend. Sometimes we close the door. Sometimes it is left open. Our sessions usually last about an hour or so unless we are both still aroused and take a second helping. Whether the door is open or closed, Michael can hear pretty much all that is going on.

Our last visit was a little different. Our playmate had a few friends visiting. They were all males and from the looks Michael and I were being given, they seemed to know the score. After serving Michael his Scotch, our friend kissed me passionately on the mouth in front of all present letting his hand roam up my thigh until it found my pussy. The other men looked from us to Michael wondering what would erupt. Nothing did and, without a word, I walked to the bedroom. My playmate followed me leaving his friends in the living room with Michael. He did not close the door to the bedroom.

We fucked for a full hour. He made sure to give me some oral orgasms for the benefit of our audience in the other room. When he took me doggie-style, he made certain that he was making slapping sounds against my hips as he thrust into me. Sound effects for his friends and Michael. This time, one helping was enough. I got dressed, he put on a robe and we returned to the living room where Michael and I said goodbye to everyone and left.

Both of us would love to have heard the conversation that followed our departure.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Cuckold texting?

At this point, I figured he either knew all about HW/cuckolding or he was a quick study because he put his hand on my thigh as he was talking to us. I covered his hand with mine. Michael discretely cupped my right breast in his hand. I don't think anyone else noticed as the bar was darkly lit, but our new friend did. I took his hand from my thigh and put it on my left breast. Time for another round!

It felt very exciting to have their hands on me like that in public even though the moment passed quickly. We talked about everything under the sun and I think he was unsure what to do next about me and about Michael. Finally, I asked if he was staying in the hotel. He was not. Pity. I knew this bar features single occupancy restrooms so I asked our friend if he would escort me. He got off his stool and offered me his hand. I gave michael a kiss and off we went.

When I went into the Ladies, we were still holding hands and he followed me in. He didn't need to be told to lock the door. Unlike a lot of women, I like to suck a man's cock before we start kissing and making out. That first moment is what I look forward to wondering if it will be cut or uncut, big or small, hard or needing attention. Is there pre-cum already? I sat on the toilet and went for his zipper. The opening was too small so I pulled everything down to his knees and started blowing him. He immediately began making noises like he was going to cum, so I backed off, removed my thong and pushed it into his pocket. Then I sat on the sink with my legs spread. Down he went doing a pretty good job with his tongue. I reached for my iPhone and took a nice close-up which I sent to Michael's phone. I wondered if the bartender would get a peek.

The sink was getting uncomfortable so I slid off, turned around and he did me doggy-style. I took another photo of us in the mirror. Either we really turned this guy on or he hadn't had sex in awhile and I could feel his cock stiffening and he was making those noises again. I pushed him away and got back on the sink and spread my legs. I wanted to look at him when he came. I put him inside of me but he had only about five strokes left in him before he came. I caught the moment with my phone and sent it to Michael while our friend was pulling up his trousers. He asked if I want back my thong. No, I told him, I like to feel the air on my puffy lips after sex. He got a souvenir.

Back at the bar, we had another drink together. He told us he wished his wife could play like we did. I hadn't thought of him as married but we never asked. We didn't exchange numbers and we are unlikely to cross paths again but the three of us spent a very memorable time in the bar that evening.