I'm Back!

I'm back here, because Estrella's and my sex lives have gotten much more interesting of late than they have been for the past couple years. So, while I'm sure nobody reads this anymore, I'm still gonna write here.

A few weeks ago Estrella shagged a dude from work a couple times. There was some tumultuous emotional fallout from a number of things coinciding. Not about the shagging itself, but some other stuff that her other relationship brought to the forefront. It sucked, but we got through it and are better than ever.

Now, we're separated... in distant locales... for the next two months. I'm horny as all hell, and it's only day 5.

But, I do have several possibilities coming my way for my own extramarial fun. I'll tell you all about these as they come along.

My plan of trawling the local gay bar didn't pay off. It wasn't open.

The Game: The Failure

I put my penis in Estrella's vagina today. She told me not to, chastising me about the rules. But, I think she really wanted it.

She was awful tight.

The Game: Day 4

Day 4 was an easy day, since by the time we got around to playing, we were both pretty tired.

So, Estrella lounged back and I ate her out.

And then, after she'd come once or twice, I fucked her tits and left her a pearl medallion--it didn't quite spread enough to be a necklace.

The Game: Day 3

Oscar came up behind my chair as I sat at the computer, and I leaned into his chest, pulling him closer. As he began to kiss my neck, I knew that Day 3 of the game was about to begin. Then he asked me, "So, do you want to fuck my knee?"

I assented, and began to strip as Oscar fetched his newest homemade sex toy. We have several dildos in the house, all of them silicone due to Oscar's latex allergy. One is a feeldoe, mentioned in the past on this blog, one a simple vibrator from my wonton high school days, and the final two used to be one much like the double ended feeldoe, called a Nexxus. The Nexxus proved unable to stay put and quite bulky in the middle, and since it was just two small silicone dildos fused together at the ends, I cut them apart and thus formed the Nexxi. One is a fairly standard straight smooth cock. The other is curved in such a manner that it resembles a semi-circle. It was the latter that had a key role in both our plans for the day's orgasms.

Oscar had carved a slit in the base of the curved dildo and passed a bit of nylon strap through it to create a rudimentary harness he could use on his thigh (or, come to think of it, many other places....). We've always joked about how much I enjoy grinding my cunt on his leg during foreplay and we considered buying a pre-made leg harness, but we just hadn't gotten around to adding it to our large sex toy collection.

I stretched out on my back and Oscar came to me wearing his kilt with two erections pressing against the pleats. He began kissing me while grinding his real cock into my clit. I freed both cocks from the tangles of the kilt and began guiding Oscar's leg-cock into my pussy. I was already a bit worked up at this point, so the tip met with my wet slit and slid in slowly. Oscar then ground his thigh in between my legs as hard as he dared, bringing me to climax within a matter of minutes. I told him I was done with him, and he withdrew his cunt-juice covered dildo leg-cock from my pussy. He then threw in a few licks because he always seems to need a taste of my cunt.

I figured he would be delighted if I returned the favor, so I asked him if I could fuck his ass. He consented, though he wanted a cigarette first. While we were outside, I described my plan to bring him to orgasm without using my pussy.

I loved it when he rode my cock before (while I was wearing my harness) but I figured he would have to be facing me so that I could jerk him off. The same dildo we had used on his leg would now become my cock. It was good for the job because it had the proper tilt so it would bang on his prostate. Once we were ready to begin, Oscar asked me to begin by fucking him from behind in order to loosen up his tight little asshole. Using the curved dildo made this slightly more awkward than usual, compared with the straight feeldoe I'm used to wielding, but after I moved one of my legs up level with Oscar's shoulders, I was able to penetrate his ass with my cock. It only lasted a few strokes before a slight adjustment caused it to fall out, but by then, Oscar was ready to ride me.

I laid back on the couch with my cock standing upright, ready for Oscar's ass. It was awkward getting him on top of me and getting my dildo inside him, but after a few tries, we figured out a solution. Using some rope we had lying around, Oscar straddled me and balanced himself using a loop of rope strung through the slats on the back of the couch. It was quite a gymnastic feat. Oscar began grinding his ass on my cock, and I lubed up my hand and started to stroke his erection. I tightened my grip on Oscar's cock, jacking him off as he rode me. He spurted hot cum all over my stomach and hand, and thus ended Day 3.

Game Postponed

The Game has been postponed for at least one night due to Estrella suffering sunburn.

She is, however, excited about the thigh-mounted dildo that I've prepared for her. She says she can't wait to ride my leg.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

The Game: Day 2

While we were wrestling and kissing on the day bed, Estrella noticed my stiffened cock.

"Oh my, what's that?" she asked, reaching back to adjust the pillows against which she was lying.

I unzipped my fly in response. My cock popped happily into the open, the head purple and the foreskin curled back.

"I always love how it looks sticking up through your pants like that. You know, if this weren't No Vag-Pen Week, I'd hop on that right now."

"It's really a shame," I said, now rubbing my cock slowly.

"I'll just have to fuck myself."

She moved to the couch, shedding her robe in the process. She lay back and spread her legs wide. I watched her rub her clit, sliding both hands up into her crotch. I think that she pulls down on her labia with one, while rubbing with the other.

I moved over and straddled her leg, my balls resting on her knee. I stroked my cock more quickly.

"I bet you can't wait for the warm drops, can you?" I teased her.

"Your balls on my leg reminded me of how they slap into my clit when you're fucking me from behind," she said. A total non-sequitor.

She came, bucking hard against her hands. She continued rubbing and bucking as I stroked faster. Her orgasm subsided, and she lay back, running her hands over her tits and crotch. I came, the sort of orgasm where it seems like you come forever before you even see semen. I spilled a nice puddle on her leg.

"So, does that qualify as our orgasms for the day?" she asked.

"I guess they do now. But, what if I'm horny later?"

"You just tell me, honey."

I grinned.

"And now, I leave you with the mess," I said, as I got up and wandered off to get a popsicle.

(I did bring her a wet-wipe though.)

The Game: Day 1

The game began in earnest yesterday in the hallway. Estrella pushed me up against the wall, slid off my swimming trunks, and got down on her knees.

It was fantastic head. She's worked out just where to keep her hand to act as a stop as she bobs down on my cock. She alternated quick bobbing on the head, with longer deep-throating. Excellent. Unfortunately, it's really difficult for me to come in a standing position. When I told her this, she complained that she'd have to do twice the work that night.

We talked for a little while to dispel any pressure we might be feeling. I made sure to stress that it wasn't necessary that she, or I, have an orgasm. Rather that I was more interested in novel forms of play.

Later, I called Estrella over for her turn. I started out with my fingers, rubbing her g-spot. After warming her up, I pulled out my Aneros Progasm. I figured that if it worked on my prostate, it might well work on her g-spot. Turns out that it kinda worked. It seemed to feel pretty good, but as it felt better, she would contract more. That's where the problem cropped up: the Progasm, being hard plastic, didn't give at all when she contracted. She said that was uncomfortable.

After I'd fingered her through at least one big, juicy orgasm, we decided that it was my turn again.

Estrella picked up her blowjob right where she left off. Again, heavenly. And, again, her jaw got tired before I blew my load. So, I had her sit on my face while I jerked off. I stuck my tongue as far into her as I could while I rubbed my cock. Finally, after she'd come again, bucking against my face, drenching my chin with her juice, I sprayed my load down her throat.

I can't wait to see what she's got in store for me tonight.

The Game is Afoot

After Estrella and I had mind-blowingly brilliant rear-entry sex today, we've decided to take up the game tomorrow.

At 2100h PDT tomorrow, we're off to the races.

You'll hear all about it soon thereafter.

Camping

Estrella and I went on another damn car trip for the holiday weekend. I'm totally tired of driving for a while. However, I really like camping. Which is good, because we didn't stay in a single hotel for the whole trip. Just two nights camping, one night sleeping in the car in a rest area, and a couple nights at a friend's house.

Which means we didn't fuck in a single hotel for the whole trip. But we definitely had some great sex.

Our first night was in a campground. It started off simply enough, with my tongue on Estrella's nipples and in her cunt. Then, I put my cock in. Since the tent was pitched on a slight incline, I put Estrella's head on the lower end and used the extra leverage to really give it to her. I'm pretty certain she came really hard.

Since I didn't have any condoms, nor any supplies with which to clean up, Estrella wouldn't let me come in her. So, I pulled out and she tried to give me a handjob.

I say tried because she, and eventually I, failed to bring me to orgasm manually. After having her pussy so hard and rough, I needed considerably more of the right stimulation than a handjob can afford. I went to bed with unsatisfied, with my crotch, face, and hands reeking of pussy. It was maddening--in a mostly good way.

The next two nights were spent at our friend's house. She happened to have literally the largest shower I've ever seen in my life. We fucked in it a little, but mostly did it in the bed and on the floor.

The first night back on the road, we couldn't find a campsite or a hotel with a vacancy anywhere along our route. There was the possibility of one campsite, but we apparently missed the turnoff and didn't realize it for a while.

So, with a new plan to catch a nap and drive some more, we pulled into a rest area. After getting out to stretch and smoke and piss, we got back in the car. And I took the opportunity to cash in my Roadside Blowjob Voucher. Estrella had awarded it to me for outstanding driving endurance during our cross-country trip.

Still sitting in the driver's seat, I leaned back the seat, undid my belt, and unzipped my fly. My cock sprang out. Estrella knelt on the passenger seat, her ass pressed against the window, and bobbed her head on my dick. After a while her trick jaw played its trick, and she finished me off by hand. She swallowed every drop of come, even going back for seconds when a few late beads welled up as my cock softened.

I would definitely say the hottest part of this experience was how utterly brazen Estrella was. In the past, she's been loathe to do much of anything in public situations. However, I'm pretty sure that a trucker still on the interstate could have figured out what she was doing--assuming he knew just where to look.

The last great fuck was last night at the most beautiful campground I've ever experienced.

This time, I'd come prepared with condoms and wetwipes--two pieces of gear I now consider indespinsable in the woods. So, we selected a mossy stump obscured from the rest of the campground. Estrella threw a towel over it and hopped up, sitting on it, spreading her legs and showing me her snatch peeking from beneath her skirt. I dropped my swim trunks to just below my ballsack, rolled a condom onto my ready cock, and stepped up to mount her. Just then, a bit of the earth next to the stump gave way. I teetered on the edge, just microns from falling and twisting the shit out of my ankle. I pushed off of Estrella, and put my foot down through another piece of earth. My push also caused Estrella to scrape her cooch on the stump.

We gave up on that stump and moved on to another.

Estrella again lay back, with her legs spread. This time I stepped up to mount her and found the ground sturdy. I plunged into her shallowly, the best I could managed in the position. To gain better depth, I rolled her back a little farther and held on to her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in farther.

I fucked her quickly, my intentions on filling the condom with come before Ranger Rick took a stroll. It was over way too quickly for Estrella to get off; but, she seemed like she was having fun nonetheless. At least, that's what I'm claiming now. I'm pretty sure I was just that excited.

A little game

I had a moment of inspiration. It wasn't just as Estrella sucked the come from my balls through my cock--nothing, literally nothing, was on my mind that moment. It was about ten minutes later when I was outside smoking a cigarette, her saliva dripping off my knob.

Here in the next couple of days, we're going to start a week of no vagina-penis sex. We'll each be responsible for one orgasm daily for the other party. The orgasmee cannot refuse any reasonable method of stimulation--Estrella has already informed me that I'll be getting a knee job. Likewise, the orgasmee may not make a request--I can't demand to have her ass, but she can offer it to me.

Obviously, I need seven different methods of bringing my beloved to orgasm not involving my penis. I have a couple so far. It'd pretty much ruin the surprise to write about them here. At least one of them is going to require some shopping.

I will be blogging each of the days during Zero Vag-Pen Week. And, I believe that Estrella will, too.

Man's testicles shrink, expand, trapping him

The title says it all. via reddit.

A Big Move, and a Big Fuck

Estrella and I have been moving like crazy. With all the packing, screaming at city permitting authorities, driving through freak June blizzards, and unpacking, we haven't had much of a chance to really get it on. Roadside hotels lose some of their trashy hotness when you've driven eight hours.

But Estrella and I love our new West Coast digs. We have a big deck, and lots of trees--being in a forest and all. So, due to fortuitously poor sight lines, I've spent a fair bit of time nude outside. Estrella hasn't really followed me yet, but did come out yesterday in an untied robe. Baby steps.

We had a blog-worthy fuck yesterday, though. Really, the whole day was one long sex session.

It started with Estrella rolling me over in bed and riding my morning wood. She paid little attention to me, rocking her hips back and forth to grind her clit hard into my pubis. Then, when she'd come, and my cock was marginally less rigid than she might have liked, she pulled off of me and got some breakfast. I love it when she does this, although she doesn't often avail herself of unreciprocated pleasure, the cum-obsessed slut.

Since we haven't had a chance to get me the real thing, I asked Estrella if she wouldn't put her Feeldoe in my ass. We agreed that it would happen "later tonight". This gave me plenty of time to get some stuff done around the house, and still work to stretch out my asshole.

During the afternoon, I found myself sitting between Estrella's legs as she read a book. Having significant impulse restraint issues, I took the opportunity to rub her pussy. She appeared to like it, and so I continued. After a quick shift of positions, I rubbed and finger fucked her through at least two orgasms over fifteen or twenty minutes. It was way, way hot.

A couple of hours before nightfall, I lubed my Aneros and then my fat silicone butt plug into my ass. I tried to cook our fajitas with it in, but I haven't had anything up my butt in a while, so the prostate stimulation was a little overwhelming. I had to take it out.

After supper, I bent down on my hands and knees on the couch, with my ass up in the air. Estrella lubed up her dick and my asshole, and slid it into me. I had to have her take it slow, and pull out at least once. Like I said, it's been a couple months.

However, once she had it in, it felt so good that I had her fuck me just as hard as she could. That turned out to be just an iota too hard. But, after she dialed it back a bit she proceded to plow my ass for a good while. Then she decided it was too much work.

So, I told her to sit on the edge of the couch with her cock sticking straight up in the air. Keeping my feet on the floor, I then lowered my asshole around her bright blue dick. Neither of us undersand the physics, but this apparently resulted in unmitigated clitoral pleasure for Estrella. So, I picked up the pace, sliding up and down as far as the length of the cock would let me. I think it pleased Estrella greatly when I bent way over so she could watch her cock disappear in my ass.

After she had my ass for a while, I had her pussy twice in fairly rapid succession. While it was some excellent fucking, I can't say that it was noteworthy. Mostly just assume the position, thrust, thrust more, thrust much harder, ejaculate. There was some evidence that Estrella actually ejaculated during our first round of vag-pen sex. Well, when I say "some", I mean "rather a lot".

Sorry Folks

Estrella and I have been mad busy with a cross-country move, switching jobs, and playing Grand Theft Auto to have explored much sexually.

It's just been the ol' in-out in-out.

But, very satisfying, that old standby.

End of Envy

For years, I have been envious of certain of my female friends and their ability to fruitfully masturbate for seemingly inhuman periods of time. I remember one girl telling me that she couldn't go for drinks because she had "an evening of masturbation" ahead of her. I couldn't imagine masturbating for an entire evening: I'd come once in the first twenty minutes, once again about forty minutes in, and then lose any semblance of an erection.

Yesterday, I was super bored. It was Masturbation Night anyway, so I figured I may as well start early. So, at about 1830h, I lubed up my ass and slid in my Aneros Progasm. Then I flopped out to watch and read porn.

I think that I spent about two hours "masturbating". It's in scare quotes since I played according to Hoyle and didn't touch my cock. In fact, I did my best to ignore its existence. I squeezed my balls, pinched my nipples, but let my cock be as it vacillated between hard and flaccid. Since the Progasm doesn't require an erection to function, it's actually pretty easy to keep it going for that long. You just have to stay in the mood.

I don't envy the girls anymore.

I had several peak experiences that might be called orgasms, if the definition of male orgasm weren't so inextricably linked to ejaculation. I remember at least three of them, although there may have been more. It doesn't feel like ejaculating, in so far as the pleasurable contractions don't come in a set. Just a single, powerful, pleasurable contraction that seems to set you up for the next one without actually triggering it. You have to do that with another squeeze of your anus on the Progasm. If you get the timing right, you can keep the chain going for quite some time.

The peakest of peak experiences even included fluid emission. Not semen, but prostatic fluid. I'd estimate that there was at least 80mL of it. The volume surprised me as much as it ever has a woman who suddenly discovered she could "squirt". It leaked down the shaft of my cock, pooling between my legs and crotch, filling my belly button, providing the nasty lube I used to stroke my cock to climax.

It was quite a mess.

Unexpected

I just deleted a thousand words about an argument Estrella and I had last night. Said argument interrupted my plan of putting it to my lovely wife the moment I returned home. But, I couldn't characterize the argument in any coherent way: it was about two years of sexual psychology and routine, and no attempt to summarize did them the slightest bit of credit. So, instead, I'm going to talk a bit about how we argue.

We don't.

I cannot remember ever fighting with Estrella. We do not agree on lots of things, and we come to loggerheads on some issues. But, I don't believe that we raise our voices, throw things, or personally attack one another. We don't have proxy arguments: fighting about garbage removal responsibilities when we're really fighting about not getting enough affection. I do feel guilty of perpetrating a few acts of passive-aggression, but even those are mostly because I feel angry or hurt, and don't know why yet.

Instead of fighting, Estrella and I talk. Specifically, we talk like unicorn-petting, pot-smoking, crystal-wearing hippie lesbians. Lots and lots of "I feel" statements, plenty of listening, a fair dose of "right on; I get it". Speak, listen, and validate.

I've worked very hard to feel comfortable in these sorts of discussions. By nature, I tend to argue rhetorically, logically, cerebrally. The rational debate of objective issues was dinner entertainment while I was growing up. I'm mad good at it, too.

Enter Lilith: my highschool crush who, through a twisty road, wound up living with me for a few months about a year before I met Estrella. She was a psychology major, doing social work. I thought I could resist, but I wound up falling back in love (lust?) with her. And that created all sorts of drama. The one good thing that came out of that drama is that I learned how to state my feelings without making them somebody else's fault. She spoke that way, and refused to listen unless I also did so.

At first, I found it infuriating. After all, I'd spent my whole life treating such discussions as problems needing a logical solution. But I rapidly saw that it made communicating about emotional needs possible in a way I'd never imagined. I found that if I said "I feel angry when you..." instead of "you make me angry when...", it was possible to move beyond whether or not I should feel angry to how we could go about arranging a situation in which I didn't feel angry. I quickly found that communicating like this even works with people who don't respond in kind.

Despite coming to accept it, I still find this method of communication difficult. It requires considerable effort on my part to regulate my speech, to ignore the part of me that wants to spread the negativity around. It's made even harder when I don't even know what the fuck I'm feeling. I find it most difficult when I need (or want) somebody else to make a change for me; it feels hard to say "I feel angry when I find your panties all over the floor" and not follow it up with "so could you not leave them there?" Instead, I have to have faith that the person I'm talking to will hear my pain and volunteer either a change in behavior or a compromise. Luckily, most of the time, just making the listener aware of my distress helps dramatically in assuaging it.

The only downside to my hard-won skill at nonaggressively making my needs known is that it doesn't fit my "gender role". The other day, I made the mistake of expressing my emotional distress to my boss after he asked why I walked out of a meeting in which I'd been told I was uneducated. Instead of the validation I reflexively expected, he asked whether I was a faggot or a girl. I guess he'd have preferred that I just call the other guy an asshole.

It was the first time I've been conscious of the patriarchy harming, instead of privileging, me.

Sleep Sex

I frequently spend the first hour or so of consciousness in a horny funk. In fact, I find it essentially impossible to restrain such lustful thoughts when I wake up next to such a sexy, curvy woman. And I usually wake up at least half an hour before Estrella. That's plenty of time to work up a good head of lust.

It's the line of her hip as she sleeps on her side. It's running my hand along her thighs and feeling her reflexively wriggle in response. And, I admit it, I sometimes grope her while she's unconscious; I can't resist.

I frequently find myself deeply torn between letting her sleep so beautifully, and fucking her awake. Surprisingly, for two years of internal morning debates, letting her sleep has always won*.

It isn't really a lack of desire or consent--I want to, and she's reiterated her consent on numerous occasions. I just can't figure out how the hell to pull it off.

Keeping in mind that the goal here is for me to have my penis inside her before she wakes up, here are the practical difficulties that tend to stop me:

First, there's the issue of lubrication. She's asleep, and unless she's having a particularly hot sex dream, her pussy is likely bone dry. Trying to force my cock into that will only result in discomfort for all of us. Not to mention that the attempt would undoubtedly wake her up before I had the chance to get inside. I suppose that a bottle of lube on the nightstand might help. Of course, that means that when she does wake up, realizes what's going on, and starts generously secreting her own juices, the whole of our crotches will immediately end up a frictionless mess.

Then, there's the issue of positioning. Estrella tends to sleep on her side. Given the limits of anatomy, I don't think that I can successfully achieve entry in this position without her assistance. And rolling her over on her back, even if she didn't successfully resist, would probably wake her up. Naturally, when she sleeps on her back, she tends to have her legs tightly together--I don't know that separating them will be any less likely to wake her than rolling her over.

Finally, there is the issue of piss. My wife, like many humans I've met, usually needs to void her bladder upon waking up. This isn't normally a problem, since I'm not buried balls-deep in her quim. But it seems highly probable that Estrella would wake upon penetration, squeal, and then demand to be let up to pee. Not quite what I have in mind.

So, since I've noticed that we seem to have at least a few readers, do ya'll have any ideas for making spontaneous sleep sex work? Are my only options "drug her" and "tell her to pretend"?

*Well, fucking her awake did win once. But, she woke up while I was still shifting the comforter out of the way. That particular episode did nothing to help my confidence here.

Horny Day

I've felt wicked horny all day.

You see, dear readers, Estrella refused to submit to her marital duty and spread her legs for a quickie this morning. She gave me static about not wanting to be late for an appointment. So, instead of giving her a ride on my pogostick, I gave her a ride in my car.

I intend to remedy this situation immediately upon returning home tonight. She's been warned.

These Folks are Hot

Estrella, not an hour ago, fucked my ass with a strapon for a considerable period. My ass, naturally, got sore after a while. So, I rolled her over and fucked her pussy at a gently increasing pace for a long time, until we were finally slamming our hips together.

It was some damn fine sex.

And yet I just jerked off all over this mad hot blog. Literally.

The Porns

• Probably not Marilyn Monroe. But that's fine.
• Everybody loves a tranny. Both she and the biogirl are mad hot.
• Pretty nice, even if there aren't enough cocks.
• A little boring at points, but definitely four real folks just fucking.
• Aw, how stereotypical. But they mix it up pretty nicely toward the end. Simmer on it.

Just some of the things I've wanked to in the past couple weeks. I've been on a real amateur kick.

Roger, and some thoughts

I have had some time to both think about my own feelings and to discuss them at great length with Oscar. When we began to look for a couple (instead of just an extra cock) I said I would be fine with a bi female, and that Oscar could even indicate that I was bi for our posting to craigslist. I rationalized it to myself saying that I had experimented with women before at a younger age and had even dated one lady. However, once we had actually met the couple I started having misgivings. Susan is an absolutely gorgeous woman, tall and beautifully proportioned. But I wasn't sure I could actually do sexual acts with her.

I was also put off by her reserved nature. While Konrad was forthright and made multiple mentions of sexual acts, Susan never once made any overtly sexual statement. She seemed quite content just discussing the mundane everyday life. I was unsure how willing she was in this situation. After getting burned at the sex club before, I was a little more cautious. Her lack of enthusiasm for the whole situation made me skeptical. That, combined with their delays, led me to think it was not going anywhere, and thus, I lost my own enthusiasm. Considering that we are moving shortly, I did not want to put so much effort into creating a relationship with someone that I would never see after a month.

So, onto our night with Roger. He was at our house at ten pm, but we only kept him there for around two hours. He knew there was a potential for interruption, but we were all hoping it wouldn't become an issue. The evening began with a bit of idle chit-chat, and then progressed, as it usually does, with Oscar taking off his clothing. His love of nudity and lack of self consciousness makes it far easier to initiate a sexual situation. I was wearing a silk robe with a set of black undergarments, which included my absolute favorite pair of black lacy underwear. Roger liked them as well. With Oscar on one side and Roger on the other, I stroked both of their cocks while they sucked on my nipples. Roger is cut, and Oscar is not, so the navigation of two different cocks at once was made slightly more difficult. Oscar began gobbling Roger's cock while I provided our guest with a set of tits to suck and grope. After a few minutes of satisfied slurping, Oscar moved off for a break while Roger donned a condom. For the first time in our three meetings, I rode him. Before I began dating Oscar, riding cock seemed like an impossible skill only possible if one is a lithe porn star. However, after experimenting with Oscar and learning how to properly gyrate my hips, I learned the motions that create pleasurable sensations in my partner's loins.

While I was straddling Roger, Oscar approached with a new brand of condom (Trojan's version of polyurethane-I am amazed that with the prevalence of latex allergies, the condom industry remains dependent on latex). I was surprised, as we normally do not use condoms and Roger's ass was firmly lodged under my pussy. However, I soon understood his idea. He began by trying to double penetrate me, but the angles were not working out in our favor. He then plunged into my ass, pounding away at me and Roger at the same time. I was able to see-saw my hips so that when Oscar withdrew, I could impale myself entirely on Roger's cock. After a few minutes of sweaty grinding, my ass was feeling tender, so I hopped off the couch to the shower to cool off.

While I was away, I could hear Oscar devouring Roger's erection. When I arrived back in the living room, however, both of the men were lying on their backs. Apparently, Roger had gone limp in my absence. This was disappointing to Oscar, who was eagerly anticipating some ass-sex. After a quick discussion about the existence/role of fluffers in the porn industry, I began to suck Roger's cock to get him hard again. He obliged, and was soon ready to go. No sooner did he roll a condom onto his firm dick, his cell phone went off indicating that he had to leave us. As he got dressed, Oscar was lying perpendicular to me with my legs draped over him. He used that as an opportunity to fuck me, in what I call "lazy position". He grabbed my thighs and ground himself into me.

After Roger had let himself out Oscar asked me to suck him off. He washed his cock to clean off the thick layer of pussy juice, which I am not very fond of tasting (smelling is okay, but tasting often makes me gag). He attempted to fuck my mouth from behind my head to facilitate deep throating. The angles were a bit off, especially because my mouth was tired from so much cock sucking. He flipped over on to his back, and I buried my head in his crotch, taking in his entire hard dick. I wanted to get him off quickly, using some new found skills of mine. Early in our relationship, Oscar always complemented my skills at fellatio, but I was frustrated because I almost never got him off. I enjoy swallowing cum, so this usually left me with the feeling of defeat. Oscar recently told me how I always bring him to the brink of orgasm, but then I pause or change what I'm doing and he loses his steam. He clarified the difference between "giving head", at which I was adept, versus "giving a blow job" which results in him blowing his load. I hadn't realized that I had been so close to accomplishing my goal, so I made a resolution to try harder. This night was no exception. I gave him what he has deemed either the best or the second best blow job he has ever gotten (the other one in this competition had been performed only a few nights prior). As he shot cum down my throat, it marked his third orgasm of the day, which is a feat we hadn't accomplished in several months.

After Roger left, we discussed the possibility that perhaps our play partner is not "truly" bi. His cock went limp as Oscar was sucking it in a manner that Oscar tells me only happens when someone isn't really into the situation. It also happened while I was away in the shower, unable to stimulate Roger's libido with my nudity. I agree with Oscar, as I had my own theories about this before last night. Oscar admitted that he felt slightly off "bartering" sex with me for his own gratification. I had several thoughts on the subject: Oscar is my love so I'd gladly do many things for his pleasure and it's not as though I am being forced into sex with Roger (I enjoy it and participate willingly). I don't believe Roger is truly straight, and I think that he is definitely able to get tail on his own without having to barter for it with gay sex. He is just not quite "gay enough". His failure to service Oscar's asshole has been noted and I am less willing to hook up with him unless he fucks Oscar first next time. I would like to ensure that my man is happy. Plus, Oscar has one of the hottest asses I have ever found on a man, so someone with any inclination to top would be a fool to pass up an opportunity to tap it. But perhaps I am biased.