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Cum control, foreskin play, single guy annoyances and more
Posted:May 9, 2021 3:24 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2021 11:48 am
This week was a great one. Jules literally fucked the one-week gel manicure off my hands (see pic).

We also chatted to several couples and singles looking for fun.

This week’s focus included:

Cum control (less so on Jill’s part)

Foreskin play (love this)

Over-zealous single guys (don’t love this)

Premature pull-outs (not what you think)

Cum control

When it comes to cums, Jules and I are opposite.

He has pretty good mind over body control, and usually chooses when he wants to have his release, prolonging our sessions for as long as we want. He enjoys the road to the cum sometimes just as much as the cum itself. Jules and I agree it’s not always about the end, but the journey. For him it’s about enjoying the feelings leading up to the cum for as long as possible.

One woman from a couple in their 60s advised me if I wanted him to cum on demand, I should hold his dick base tightly and apply pressure to his balls. “Don’t!” Jules warned. This might work for some men, but not all. I agreed it sounded a bit heavy-handed.

Conversely, my cums are unpredictable and I prefer having several of them. Along with a few deep blowout ones I can feel radiating to the legs. The more regular our sex, the more quickly I can cum too. At first, I worried about wasting energy by having too many too soon. But with practice (and a few cum naps in between), I was able to handle multiple orgasms like a champ and keep going for hours.

This week, Jules has been doing a funny experiment on me.

He decided to start counting how many strokes it takes to make me cum. He’d try to gauge my mood and horny level and count how many thrusts it would take to send me over the precipice of bliss.

Of course, he’s learned how to play my body the way he does over the years, he knows how get me to cum quickly, whether it’s via a slow grind, a rhythmic beat or a constant pound. According to Jules, this week took an average of 8 or strokes for him to pump a cum out of me .

Jules believes he has my cums down to a science now. And I’m not sure I like his smugness. I want to change up and surprise him. And besides it’s a good practice for being ‘naughty cumslut’ when we play our bdsm games.

Sometimes I cum for my master Jules on command, but sometimes I will just greedily take my cum, while I know he has the task of holding his own cum back. I know that might result in ass-redness later. But I am prepared to withstand the consequences.

What’s the saying? Better to ask forgiveness, than permission.

One of the advantages of Jules having me in the multi cum zone, is he can go deeper with his dick. This is his opportunity to get me into certain positions he likes that are usually challenging for me because he goes so deep into my vaginal passage. One of the positions he likes is him kneeling with my feet against his chest or ankles just over his shoulders.

During one of our particularly intense sessions, we had the webcam on. It got so deeply intense, I cried out like a marathon runner feeling the burn, but knowing the finish line was in sight. One of our watchers got worried, “Sex shouldn’t be painful,” she typed.

I happened to glance the comment and tried to describe to her what I was feeling wasn’t pain but deep intensity. The explanation seemed to placate her, but it’s strange how easily someone can get the wrong idea. Jules does not force me to do anything I don’t want to do in or out of the bedroom. I enjoy it all. If in the moment it’s too much, he knows it or I say it. and we stop.

We played another control game this week where Jules challenged himself not to get hard for me. This is of course easier after he’s had one , which he did that particular . He asked to try to make him hard, while he tried not to get hard. So the game began as I licked his foreskin and he looked away from me, trying to meditate imagining looking into some kind of 'void' as he described it. It worked for a little while until I began a slow wank and lick.

Thus began his downfall or rather his uprising... “Alright that’s cheating now. You win,” he conceded defeat.

Foreskin play

I have discovered a new hobby: playing with Jules’s foreskin. Not for the purpose of getting him hard (although that’s a bonus). But we like it as form of pleasure worship. Plus, it helps Jules relax before facing the ahead.

When he isn’t fully erect, I like to slip my tongue between the foreskin and penis head and just go exploring around the frenulum and circle it and sometimes drag my tongue in and slowly, listening for his responses.

Sometimes I carefully place my forefinger inside, carefully circling the penis head and stretching the foreskin sheath a little. My nails are trimmed into short gels, which are blunt so no sharp digs ruin the pleasure.

As Jules might remember, the first time I saw his foreskin, I was quite frightened of it. I distinctly remember my ignorantly rude question, “Why haven’t you got rid of that?” I once thought it was a nuisance piece of flesh that most men had trouble cleaning thoroughly.

The men I knew before Jules were circumcised, so an uncut penis wasn’t something I was used to seeing. I apologized later for my blurted insult. He didn’t take it personally but instead explained to me that it was a form of shaft ‘protection.’ Plus, it was a pleasurable feeling to wank or fuck while the foreskin pulled against it, helping stimulate the dick.

When I realised how attached he was to his foreskin (literally) and how it could also be used as an instrument of pleasure, as well as protection, I began to see it in a new way. Jules is a man who takes pride in hygiene and appearance as well. He always cleans himself thoroughly and that was a terrific turn on. I never had to worry that he wasn’t keeping himself sanitary ‘down there.’ Thus began my love affair with the foreskin.

Single guys and dick pics

As a female stand-up comedian once said, you have to lead up to the dick. The dick is not something you reveal right away. Get to know a person; tell them about yourself first. Make sure they like you first before you offer to show the goods.

If you’re going to put a single guy profile pic up, make it a clothed one, a or partial one.

Correct if I’m wrong, a dick is actually not the first thing a gal wants to see. The numerous couple profiles featuring the banner NO SINGLE GUYS should be testimony to that. My advice to single guys is as follows. Show a selfie, even if it’s just partial , even you in a nice shirt—anything but the dick please. A man in a crisp, well fitted shirt is much more appealing than a bareback dick pic—no matter how well formed the dick is.

Again, I love oral. It’s one of my favourite things. And I worship my man’s dick daily. But if it was the first thing he pulled while we were still getting to know each other, Jules would have stood no chance of getting into my panties.

Now I say this on behalf of myself, Jules, and several other couples we’ve spoken to online this week. SINGLE GUYS, please control your enthusiasm.

We are finding that there are a lot of men who want to fuck wives, with or without the husband’s permission, without protection, and will to the husband politely as possible, then express their raging urges with no restraint whatsoever.

Even if you’re on here strictly prowling for pussy—whether single or married pussy, you still have the task of being a gentleman. Telling a man you’d like to lick the of his wife’s cunt isn’t going to fly unless you have led up to this in conversation (or ). Especially if the couple has distinctly said they’re not sharing. Even if they are, slim chance they’d share with you.

Also if you have pictures up of your ex/exes. but you're no longer together, we will delete and possibly report you.

Premature pull-outs

We’ve had some strange messages from couples who admired our photos and videos, read our profile and initiated friendly conversations. These ‘couples’ were previously eager to . But a few days and a few messages later, they suddenly decided we weren’t ‘right’ for them. In some cases, the suddenness of the cuts made us think that there are a lot of couples who aren’t consulting their other half as they . One couple member would tease, flirt and make suggestions and that may not have been vetoed by the other member of the couple. The dynamic of the conversations usually change quickly when the wife shows up. We actually had a couple who sought us , approached us first, to say later that we were too ‘ dominant’ for them.

Another couple who knew we don't swing but they enjoyed sharing their swinging experiences suddenly clammed up when I randomly asked them about anal. "We don't do that." the wife drew the line. We didn't hear from them again.

There are also folks on here who will try to get one member of the couple to to them alone and try to schedule a meet without the other’s knowledge.

Then there are couples who say they’re couples, and there are even a few photos to suggest that they are. But the other person has suddenly ‘disappeared’, or is no longer involved (if there ever was another person). We suspect there are a lot of single men playing the role of a couple and very convincingly so.

We’re getting smart now and running a few checks. Exchanging pictures is okay at times, but if they won’t show themselves live, included, we can’t continue to give ourselves away by doing private shows and exchanging extra pics.

We’re active and lively on here right now, but who knows how we’ll feel in future. We may reduce our photo galleries and restrict them to 'friends ' albums. Maybe we’ll stop broadcasting if it attracts too many creeps and clingers. But for right now, we’re trying to enjoy this ride, at our pace. Hope you do too. With much respect.

Our webcam and fuck week
Posted:May 2, 2021 3:09 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2021 9:12 pm
More like weekdays...

Jules and I put aside 5 fuckdays enjoy each other and off camera, while chatting others about our sex. It was quite a wild ride.

We squeezed in as much as we could, from role , dom and sub , sex with couples and singles (while Jules and I fucked of course), livestreams.

Jules jokingly wondered, “How many hours was my dick in you this week?”

Usually our sex marathon mornings last anywhere from 3-5 hours. And that’s on days when we have other adult responsibilities to attend to.


1. Sex cammed with 3 couples (2xUK, 1xUSA)

Many promised join us, few came (pun intended).

Our first tandem was with an engaged couple. We’d been chatting them for a couple of days, then decided we were comfortable enough for an online meet...which led a simultaneous shag. Jules and I greeted them and we chatted about ourselves, our lives and desires. Before we knew it, we were four naked our respective beds. We ladies took turns watching each other suck our men’s dicks. Then it was on to the harder stuff. Jules asked me to follow whatever our new friends were doing. It was kind of fun shadowing what she was doing to her fiance, which was also a big turn on for Jules. We rode our men and watched each other until they both came deep inside us.

The next day we chatted to an adorable American couple of Heated Affairs ‘first timers.’ They gratefully waited up for us til 3am EST time so we could watch each other fuck and encourage each other to cum if possible. Despite the wee hour, first-timer lady greeted us with a smile her face, wearing a lace thong, designer lace bustier with criss-crossed straps over one side of the ass cheek, and plain lace covering the other. She looked awesome. They were both a bit nervous perform in front of us; they kept the lights down low. But we egged them on do more and more turn each other . They turned us on too, of course. I quietly commented to Jules when I saw something I liked. Despite their shyness, first time lady rode her man like an elegant mare. I told Jules I wanted to imitate her beautiful undulation on her man’s dick. Yes please, was his obvious response.

A pair of outgoing Londoners were the last couple we partied with. They were full of enthusiasm and a little spicy kink. With dirty smiles on our faces, outgoing lady and I compared magical massager ‘wands.’ Hers was a turbo- looking, purpled hued plug-in. Mine was more of a sample size battery-operated model. We both buzzed our way to cums while watching each other. When we were done, the couple action began. She wasn’t shy to tell us what she wanted to see. From Jules sucking my nipples, to facing my pussy to the camera to see Jules pussy licking skills. And of course, close ups of Jules’s dick. This girl knew how to please herself and her man. Finally, she knelt in front of outgoing man—a tall, slim well-hung gentleman who was hard and thrilled to have her as his running mate. He came like a fountain into her mouth and they let us see the spurt. I have to say this is one of my favourite things to witness. I had dreams about his cum into her mouth. Needless to say, poor Jules didn’t get much sleep that night.

2. Front-facing finger-fondling.

Great thing about webcamming is you never know what you’ll do next. It started off as a response to someone asking to see us do doggy-style. But as we got on our knees, Jules came from behind to give me a little warm up, softly plucking at my newly waxed pussy. It felt so good to feel his fingers on my hairless pussy skin, I wasn’t ready to get into the next position. Sensing my enjoyment, Jules went with it. He continued to touch my pussy lips and slide his fingers along the sides of my clit. I reached behind and wanked and softly squeezed him as he went on. I couldn’t help but writhe around and the excitement of this new joy. Jules had a little trouble keeping me still. But it only added to my pleasure. Seeing ourselves facing the camera turned us both on...it was better than a mirror. We couldn’t see our faces, but we could see comments fly (couldn’t get read them all, but I at least tried to describe the sensations to our audience). I had a beautiful cum on my knees, on Jules’s fingers, which reached inside me when he realised I was heading close to the edge. “You really liked that. Let’s try it again tomorrow!” he said. How can a girl say no to that?

3. Audience chat while being licked.

One of my aims, was to try to describe exactly what I was feeling, as I was feeling it. This was quite a challenge, especially when some members couldn’t keep their sound and requested type. As Jules licked my pussy, I described the changing sensitivities to the best of my ability, exactly where and when it felt nicest and the exact location of his tongue or lips. I hope some people found some insight as I was finding the cums. There were some very intense moments, like when Jules used the vibrator wand on my pussy lips and clit. I am still getting accustomed to this device that we heard gives explosive orgasms. It made my clit feel madly sensitive, sometimes I had to push it away from Jules’s hand then bring it back. In the end, Jules was able to coax a cum out of me by brushing it lightly along the top of my clit, while fingering me.

4. Rubbed a few cums onto Jules’s ass.

When Jules is laying on his tummy, I like to straddle him naked. Especially if he’s on the bed working on his laptop. He loves this kind of hug, because he can feel my moist pussy lips kissing his ass cheeks. “Can you cum like that?” Jules asked. We were taking a ‘tea’ break. It was his turn to Heated Affairs folks. I kissed his ear and face and wound my hips and grinded my pussy his tight athletic ass, looking for the right spot press against. It was a comforting massage, which I could have done for an hour. But cum like that took a bit of work. I pushed and grinded his ass cheeks ‘til I found the right rub spot. It was a challenge because, unlike a pillow, his tight athlete's ass was slightly more unyielding. But the feeling of skin sliding under my pussy skin was very comforting. I could have grinded on him until I fell asleep. And he would have taken it. But we were really curious if I could bring myself off like that. So when I felt myself getting close, I got slightly more aggressive with my thrusts, “I see why some women want fuck their men with a dildo. Must be a powerful feeling,” I commented.

I enjoyed using Jules as my personal cum pillow. Thankfully for me, he wants me to do it more. He said, half seriously, “Maybe after you've finished enjoying yourself, you can buy my ass dinner.”

*See accompanying pic of Jules's perfect ass, after I just had my way with it.

Hard webcam truths:

1. The site buffers and crashes a LOT. It seems be an international rather than an internet problem.

2. We enjoy reading livestream comments (once they’re not mean-spirited or too demanding) and even the banter between people watching. Such a shame everything disappears when the broadcast ends, so some great remarks never get seen.

3. When things get too heated between me and Jules, we simply switch off the cam and give each a private show.

Look out for us this week again! Our status will say when we're on. We may even take requests if you post in the blog comments
Blocked guy #2--how to lose friends on Heated Affairs
Posted:Apr 25, 2021 3:03 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2021 9:13 pm

Blocked Guy #2

It started off mildly enough.

“Hi and welcome, I hope you find what you’re looking for.” His messages labelled him as an Heated Affairs ‘ambassador’. His profile said he was in a couple, 48M/28F. He tipped us chat.

He complimented my photos, said he ‘loved’ them. That I was hot stuff. He sent a friend request. He wasn’t sure at first which one of us was online, me or Jules, or both. I initially let Jules do the responding. The guy sent pics while chatting to Jules: twenty-something-year- women sucking cocks.

“Is that your gf/wife?” Jules asked him. No it wasn’t. He was no longer in a relationship and those weren’t even his photos. He wasn’t in them.
My radars went up.

Red flag 1: single guy posing as couple (not even bothering to clarify the revised status on his profile)

Red flag 2: sharing photos that weren’t his.

Red flag 3: women’s faces , none of the men in the act.

We looked his profile more closely. About 60 photos or orgies gangbangs and blowjobs, with lots of different women and different dicks, but no men’s faces.

Nonetheless, the guy continued to be fairly polite. least he admitted he wasn’t in the photos. The conversations continued. He asked how Jules and I met, what were we looking for et cetera.

But soon, he began to get more forward. He asked Jules if he’d share me. Said he’d like to “fuck my cunt full of .”

Now, I’m not opposed to anyone who wants that – this is after all the site to speak and possibly act upon your deepest desires. But Jules clarified that we were voyeurs and exhibitionists, mostly. We were new to this scene and not about full swapping. I wasn’t interested in hard with anyone else.

Soon--be-blocked guy seemed respect that choice at first. But as interactions continued, it became a frustrated, horny bee in his bonnet. He accused me of being “irrationally jealous” for not being open swapping. I ignored the comment and we tried continue being polite and explaining ourselves.

He followed us. He watched a livestream and messaged later ask “if all Jules did was take Jill’s tongue up his ass”.

He became coarser and more abrasive in his messages. Every time he knew one of us was online, he’d send a new dick pic from a different angle. No face of course, not even a chin. But that wasn’t the bad part. I don’t mind coarse language on a sex site, and an unsolicited dick pic is a bit pushy, but I suppose it’s par for the course.

What disturbed was how quick he was to judge and condemn us. What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

“Let talk to him a little,” I suggested to Jules. I hoped to soothe the savage beast in the anonymous guy who seemed bothered that I wouldn’t agree to take his cock forthwith.

He got very excited when he realised it was me online. He wouldn’t tell me his name, but he called me by mine. He sent me a dick pic again. “Impressive,” I said.

In response, I sent him back one of Jules’s generous package, “This is the dick I ride,” I boasted. That quieted him for a couple of days.

One day he messaged first as usual, looking for me. Very quickly, he began to challenge how much I actually liked anal. There were videos of Jules anal pounding me to and still pics of toys in my ass.

I didn’t like anal at first, I tried to explain. But Jules and I spent experimenting with training my ass, because he really wanted it and I naturally wanted please my husband and dominant.

“I love please my man, as much as he loves please ,” I said soon--be-blocked guy.

“Well you aren’t really sub then, ” he suddenly accused.

“How do you mean?” I asked, feeling confused. For what is more sub than doing whatever it takes please your partner, even if it’s not at the top of your favourites list?

“You’re allowing him to use you. That’s not sub.”

In reply I offered, “But what’s more sub than doing something to please your partner? I said I didn’t like anal at first but Jules gently eased me into it. I enjoy the feelings now. It’s just not my first choice for sex...I prefer dick in pussy and having my pussy licked, which Jules does brilliantly.”

But the guy had no interest in conversing about the nuances of being a submissive.

Instead he sent a pic of a pretty blonde in her twenties, ass gap wide open receiving a thick dick very deeply. It was a beautiful shot and could have been a professional studio shoot. The man’s was not shown.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

“Is that you fucking her?” I ventured. A question to which I already knew the answer.

“No, it’s just a picture I like. Do you like it?” he asked again.

Again, he using images that weren’t his.

“Prefer to see both of the couple.”

“Well, see you’re not really sub,” he crowed.

“I like the picture just fine but to clarify, I see sub another way,” I replied. “It’s about pleasing your partner, giving them what they want.”

He went into a strange tirade from there. And I realised we could no longer converse like adults.

He said we were confused people. We shouldn’t be on the site if I wasn’t willing to sub to other men. We were both fakes.

So I asked him the question I was waiting to ask for weeks, “How can you others fakes while using stranger’s photos? Have you even got their consent?”

There was no reply to that. He ‘LOL’ed and said I was changing the subject.

“And you tell no one your name or show yourself, but you want women to agree to fuck you in advance?”

He continued to confused and skewed in my desires.

That , Jules politely stepped in told him he’d become bothersome. Please don’t contact us further.

The guy went into a bit of a rage. He called Jules a cocksucker, dicksplash and other loaded names.

Up to now we don’t know what this guy’s looks like, nor his real name.

To us, he’s just Blockedguy02.
To mean guys who criticise women's tits and bits.
Posted:Apr 17, 2021 1:12 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2021 2:53 am
We had our first misogynistic photo reply the other day. Let’s call the member (if he hasn’t been banned by now), mean guy.

‘Tits seen better days,’ was the comment.

The redhead in me instantly wanted to write a scathing lash back.
Which incel group did he belong to?
When last had he’d actually brought a willing woman to bed?
Had he ever sucked a woman’s tit so well, that she was begging to be taken right now?

I discovered mean guy’s rough comment while scrolling Heated Affairs on my phone, as Jules was signing papers for our new car. I didn’t say a word. I could have deleted the unsightly comment right there and then, but I left it to bake. Do some people just feel the need to be mean with no motivation? I knew however when Jules found the offense, he’d valiantly remove it and block ‘mean guy’ forthwith. Needless to say, he had no tolerance for it and deleted and blocked him right away.

I told Jules I wanted to write my thoughts about the episode. He was in two minds. He didn’t want me to give mean guy any more air.

But I felt compelled to write a post about the way men view women. How easy it is for a perfectly awesome woman to feel insecure, thinking something is wrong if their breasts aren’t hard as gala apples.

Mean guy’s comment made me wonder if certain men know what a real woman looks like up close and personal, or has the porn industry ruined boobs too?

What I wish to say to mean guys who try to make any woman feel bad about their body is this...
My 49-year old tits are living their best life, right now.

They are all-natural, imperfect, unsymmetrical, yet full of womanly memory. With their own personality, changeable in moods and sizes.

They’ve gone from:

34A in my 20s

to 38C while breastfeeding in my 30s

to 36B in my forties.

Years ago, these tits nurtured a few small humans. But I’m still having them regularly pulled at and played with by Jules.

I no longer produce milk of course, even though for kink’s sake, Jules and I wish I did. These boobs belong to a real woman, who is made of all original parts. Stretch-marked from going up and down bra cup sizes they may be—to be honest, they were never perky, even in my youth. But they’re still hanging in there. Living their most succulent life.

Would I ever consider a boob job?

I certainly don’t judge anyone who does and I’d love to conceal my ‘tigress stripes’. But to be honest, at this time in my life, I’d go with a soft no. The sensation I get from Jules sucking my nipples is not something I want to mess with. Just for the sake of looking more rounded in a mirror. I’d mildly contemplate a boob job if Jules really, really wanted it. And even then, we’d have to talk it in detail. He’d want to make the final , and I know he wouldn’t insist because he respects my body and my choices.
Which is most likely why our sexual connect is so powerful.
He swears they’re pretty perfect anyway, tigress stripes and all.

Here's hoping all the lonely people who’ve become mean because of it, will someday find someone who makes you smile and helps you find your happy suckling place.
Sexting and wallpaper--keep the fire burning
Posted:Apr 9, 2021 12:00 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2021 9:42 pm
True story: A member of staff left his phone on the boss’s desk. The boss casually glanced an incoming SMS from the staff member’s wife:

‘Suck my panty when you get home.’

The boss, who was going through a divorce at the time, was shocked.

He was honest and forthcoming with his staff member, ‘I accidentally saw your wife’s message. I didn’t realise married people talked to each other like that.’

The man smiled dreamily, ‘Yes, she’s usually like that on a Friday.’

This changed the boss’s outlook. He realised that this kind of connection was healthy in a couple relationship. He was resolute he would have with the right person some day.

Since teenage years, Jules and I have always been flirty and sexually teasing with each other. Even now, we know how vitally important it is the keep the blood pumping in a relationship so passion doesn't die. When Jules and I are not in each others’ presence, we sext each other. Simple things, like him saying, ‘lick my sweaty balls’ sending each other porn links of how he’d like tie me the bed. Or simply sending a dick or pussy pic. Anything make the other smile (or salivate).

It was Jules’ idea that we should be each other’s wallpaper too. And I think 's a great one.

Every few days I send him a fresh ‘pin up’ pic of me posing in underwear, or he might ask me wear a collar and heels, or ‘something classy and whorish at the same time.’

I get as creative as I can, using toys and accessories and then surprising him with mirror pictures (some of which he posts on Heated Affairs).

The pics he sends me (usually dick pics or us in act of fucking), I use as my What’s App wallpaper. That way, when I’m on a ladies’ group and we’re talking shopping, recipes or girly things, in the background I can see a selfie of my face buried in Jules’s ass or his delectable dick display, reminding of what’s waiting for .

I enjoy knowing that behind the icons, Jules sees my image several times a day. I’m his ‘babe of the day’ every day, the image of me in a bralette, bikini bottom and heels burned into the recesses of his of his dirty mind.

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Savoring every cum, and every afterglow
Posted:Mar 28, 2021 2:24 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2021 11:56 am

Jules and I fully relish our wild sex days.
But we have ‘off camera’ days too where we just take care of each other.
Sometimes our post-sex wind down might end with me offering him a back or a leg rub, which I love to do, especially if he’s had a hard day. But unbeknownst to me, today was my day for star treatment.
Our lovemaking started off innocently as a Netflix-and-chill afternoon (yeah right, as Jules would say). We cuddled and stroked each other while watching a Steve Carrell comedy.
Stroking led to kissing, which led to outright raging horniness—at least on my part. Jules suggested we take things upstairs.
Eager for Jules to fuck me, I made it to the bedroom before him. He asked me to take everything off—no outfits, no role play today. Just bare skin on skin. Great, I thought! Get to the action quickly!

But first, he wanted to give me a massage.
‘Er, ok. With a happy ending?’ I playfully asked.
‘You’ll see,’ he teased.
Now I’m not usually a fan of receiving massages; I prefer to give them. But if Jules was in ‘pamper-Jill’ mode, I certainly wasn’t about to turn down the offer of his manly hands all over me.
He asked me to turn over to my tummy so he could focus on my back. He handled me lightly, caressing my troubles away with his touch. After a few relaxing moments of rubbing my shoulders, my upper, then my lower back, he stopped to put his lips on me, kissing the nape of my neck, all the way down to my ass crack. Every kiss felt like an explosion; the goosebumps were rising from the detailed attention he was giving my body.
Then he parted my ass cheeks and began licking the soft skin of my anus. It was relaxing, but also awakened my pussy. I lifted my ass to show him how much I was enjoying his tongue work. After a few minutes he reached his hand to feel my wetness.
‘Turn over,’ he said.
I did, and he held himself over me so I could see his fully hard dick. I felt flattered that him touching my body could cause such an effect on his dick. I opened my legs, ready to receive him. I gently held his dick and guided his hardness into me.
I don’t know if it was the first-class caressing I’d just received: the soft back rub, the lengthy kissing along my back, and the ass licking, but it took a few, slow deep strokes, until heat gathered in my pussy.
‘Do you want to cum already?’ Jules smiled, hearing my breathing going shallow and seeing the dreamy anticipation on my face.
‘Think so,’ I nodded. ‘Please don’t stop.’
Jules kept sliding in an out of me at a slow but steady pace. I felt I would go wild, until boom, the cum began to slowly burst from within me. He continued to move slowly in and out as he felt my pussy vibrate on him. When he could tell I was at the peak of the cum, he put his dick deep inside and held it there, so he could let me feel myself cum on his hardness. This felt amazing and as I was coming down from the first cum, I could feel my heart pounding. I was ready for another. But Jules gently pulled out of me, smiling.
‘Wait, I want more...’ I pleaded desperately.
‘You will get it in a bit,’ he assured. All he wanted us to do was lay skin on skin while he caressed and petted my reeling body.
Jules often gives me multiple orgasms, especially when I’m in that hot zone. But he also knows there’s something that is a great follow-up to multiple orgasms: the joy of afterglow.

Afterglow is a feeling I can describe as a beautiful, internal sunset within the body.
Blame it on the oxytocin, but there is a sense of lightness and tranquility that inhabits your body and your being during post-coital afterglow. It’s like floating through a cosmic dream.
Allowing your partner’s afterglow takes some measure of caring and control of course.
Jules didn’t say it in that moment, but I think his goal was to get me to have multiple afterglows!
He turned me onto my tummy again and kissed and stroked my back and legs. My body warm with desire, my pussy throbbing, I thought, please, give me what I want...another cum. But Jules merely said,
‘Press yourself against me. Get as close as you can get.’
So I listened, and it was as if we were trying to get our bodies to meld together as one. He held me like a baby and said, ‘See if you can fall asleep like this,’
I doubted I would since I was eager for more cums. I put my hand on his hard dick and could feel he wanted me too, but he was holding back because he really wanted to give me maximum pleasure in the moment.

Dick in my hand, and our bodies clung together, I felt the first afterglow overtake my body and myself drifting into sudden relaxation. I actually fell asleep for a minute or two! When I woke, Jules and I were still pressed very close.
It was time for another round. He turned me on my side, kneeled on the bed, parted my ass cheeks and slid his dick in my pussy. My pussy was so grateful to feel his dick inside me again, it wasn’t long before I felt another cum ringing its bell. This one felt more like a moan of joy coming from my pussy, ‘Oh yes baby!’ I exclaimed. Jules gave me a slightly deeper pounding this time, feeling that my pussy was even hungrier.
After my second cum he stopped again. He wanted to meld our bodies together again and feel my heart beating next to his and slowing down for another afterglow moment. This time I naturally draped my leg over his outer thigh, I could feet my clit erect on him, wanting to rub on his leg.
‘Do you want to bring yourself off on my leg?’ he offered.
‘Yes please’
I put my arm around Jules chest and began humping his thigh. It felt like a clit massage and I could have done that for ages. Jules became very excited by my animalism and asked if I could try to cum that way. I stroked his dick as I did this, humped his leg hard like a . He kept his leg strong against me and I could feel the hard gluteus muscle on my horny clit. I humped him harder and harder, ‘Cum on my leg,’ he encouraged. When I came, Jules felt the wet patch on his leg, he flipped me onto my back and plunged his dick into me, making me cum again.
Just when I thought he would take his cum then, he halted. He wanted to calm me down again, put me in afterglow mode and nap on him. This time we cuddled tight and he asked me to put his dick in me and try to fall asleep that way. I thought it was a cute and sexy idea and I put him inside me and lay on top of him. Jules held me until he felt my body go limp with relaxation. I fell asleep again. This time for a few minutes.
the end of our three-hour session, I’d had at least six cums and three luxurious afterglows. And little mini naps in between. Of course he had his cum, but like a true gentleman, after he was sure I was well satisfied.
Jules says he feels very close to me when we make love this way.
Don’t get me wrong, we like it raw and raunchy too and we like to show off and perform. But there are times when we keep the toys and slave outfits in the drawer, and just feel the comfort and joy of skin-on-bare-skin.
We realise this kind of control isn’t for every sexual encounter. I will say however that if you’re in a loving relationship and your man patiently often waits for you to reach your afterglow moments, cling to him tightly.
First live stream teaser
Posted:Mar 24, 2021 11:28 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2021 10:36 am

Quiet pleasures...

It's hump-day, and yes we did!

Today Jules and I did two very short 'teaser' livestreams for the first time.

It was fun, but went so fast.

Jules and I broadcast from the bed. I licked his dick and when he was quite hard, he licked my pussy first from the front as I lay back, then he put me on my tummy so he could lick some more from behind. When the heat between us got intense, he put me on my back and made sure to fuck me quite hard with my legs spread wide, while he kneeled in front of me.

Jules and I can sometimes be chatty in bed but today we decided to express ourselves just looking at each other and mostly being quiet.

Many watchers appeared online during our broadcast (about 65+ viewers) and there were a myriad of one-liners, some complimentary, like "mmmm" and "stunning". One commenter mentioned I wasn't moaning enough, even while Jules was licking me so beautifully.

I found that an interesting comment, since in my opinion, a really good pussylicking session has fewer moans, usually when things are getting very close or hovering in a deep pleasure zone. I also admit that it was slightly distracting having to read comments while Jules and I enjoyed each other. Well-acted porn models might moan throughout an entire pussylicking episode, but real-deal authentic sex, like what Jules and I broadcast today, can be a much quieter matter.

It should also be noted that Jules and I were both feeling very laid back, in a serene kind of happy-horny mood today. We believe, that in a relationship where a couple are fully sexually comfortable with each other and have good communication, not every sex session needs loud vocals. Nonetheless, it was a terrifically satisfying day for us both.

Serene sex is a topic I will cover in my next blog post.

Jules says next time we livestream (which will be very soon), he'll lick my pussy and while I have the task of reading and responding to our replies. Now that should be an interesting challenge.
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I came on his balls
Posted:Mar 20, 2021 1:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2021 3:34 am
I adore Jules' balls.

Whether he's smoothly shaven or bearing soft stubble, nothing compares being able handle them naked. In my opinion Jules has the testicles of a much man. They are firm and kissable, and I like to put my lips to taste them as if they were plump fruit.

But I never thought I could actually cum on them.

I've watched videos of women cumming during the dick-and-pussy-slide, which Jules and I have done many times during our lovemaking, but I didn't consider rubbing myself off on his juicy balls.

Commencing a particularly energetic master and slut-slave session (where I let Jules put me in any position and make me cum more times than I could count on my fingers), my pussy lips were still tingling. I decided it was my turn to get a move in. I felt for reverse cowgirl and was in the mood to film it so I could show off the new catsuit Jules got me.

As I mounted him with phone in hand, I stared into the mirror and caught sight of his full balls touching my pussy lips. After about two hours of and many cums from me, his balls looked over-ready bust. The sight and thought of all that sweet cum about inhabit my pussy excited me. I rocked and rubbed my pussy lips and clit on his balls, his dick still inside me.

"I'm cumming your balls!" I whispered with joy.
It was so sweet and intense of a cum I had put the phone down, so I could enjoy rubbing myself on Jules's balls, while I rode him.
I begged Jules cum with as my cum reverberated my pussy lips and clit and throughout my entire body.
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Anal bleaching - who's tried it?
Posted:Mar 20, 2021 4:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2021 2:37 pm

Jules and I have been talking about anal bleaching lately, possibly for both of us. But there's so little information about it on the internet.

Has anyone done it?
Was it painful?
Did you try it at home or professionally?
Did it enhance your sex life in any way?
Were you happy with the results?
How long did the bleaching effect last?

Would love hear your experiences with anal bleaching!
Jill and Jules
Yes, tried it at home
Yes, did it professionally
Never did it, but would like to try!
Never did it, not interested.
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Nurse and patient - role play script
Posted:Mar 17, 2021 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2021 6:47 am

Jules and I were brainstorming the other day for a new role . I was thinking 'French maid gets fucked on the dining table.'

But he decided we should instead try 'Nurse Jill takes care of her patient's painfully full balls'

We looked at a few options for nurse costumes online. I was attracted the ultra sexy styles, cutout satin breast pieces and bustiers, whereas Jules found a very plain design he liked, similar a real nurse uniform. I commented, “Is that what you prefer?’
Jules answered my question with a question, “Are you surprised?”
“Yes, actually. Sometimes simpler is better. We can get a sluttier one later,” he assured me.

For role plays I like create a mood of sexual tension, where Jules and I outright flirt or ask each other loaded questions, then give each other the come-on here and there. I like the idea of stepping into another identity—another aspect of my personality, and Jules’s too.

Here is a version of one of our nurse role plays. Hope it gives you good inspiration and wet dreams.

Nurse: N Patient: P

Jules is laying on the ‘hospital’ bed completely naked with the white duvet covering him from the waist down.
Jill walks in the room. She is wearing a tidy, white minidress uniform with a red zipper down the middle, white lace stockings and candy apple high heels. He can see the imprint of her nipples rubbing on the dress. She doesn't have a bra on. Jules imagines how easy it would be to zip that dress down and suck on those nipples.

N: “Good morning sir," she smiles cheerily, pushing her tits out, catching his eyes on her chest. "I'm nurse Jill. The doctor tells me you’re having trouble with your balls.”
P: “Yes, I’ve been having a lot of discomfort”
Nurse Jill pulls the duvet down to see a very healthy looking dick and round juicy balls. She wants to dive right in and begin licking and sucking on each one to comfort him. But she remembers she is a professional and must maintain her composure. She needs to make her patient comfortable with her first.

N: “Can you explain your discomfort?”
P: “They feel very full and engorged”
Nurse Jill puts her hand over Jules’s balls very carefully.
N: “When last have you ejaculated?”
P: “About months ago”
N: “And, er, if you don’t mind my asking, did a partner help?”
P: “I did it myself.”
N: “, how unfortunate.” Nurse Jill puts her hands her cheeks and shakes her head in empathy. She’s eager help Jules who she’s had her eye since he first came the practice about his engorged balls issue. She's excited know he hasn't cum with another person, so she can get the pleasure of doing it for him.
“I know these things are sometimes necessary when you don’t have the help of a partner.”
P: “Yes that has been…challenging,” Jules nods.
N: “Not worry, I have a method of direct contact nurse-patient therapy for these kinds of cases.”
P: “I am listening nurse Jill.”
N: “I call it cum-draining therapy. It involves a lot of physical touch. But I might end using more than just my hands. Do you think you’ll be comfortable with that?”
P: “I’m in your hands nurse. And any other part of you, you wish.”
N: “It’s about your relief, sir.”
P: “I am ready”
N: “I am going touch you quite a lot now, is that okay?”
P: “Please go ahead. I trust your touch.”
Nurse Jill runs her hands along Jules’s balls. She remarks,
“I will have to clear all my appointments so I can drain your balls fully and properly. It’s going to take awhile. I hope that’s okay with you.”
P: “Take all the sweet time you need, I am glad to be in your care, Nurse Jill.”
Jules lays back, perfectly comfortable with Nurse Jill’s touch.
N: “Nurse Jill is going to take good care of these engorged balls and may I say, large dic But first I’m going have inspect them all very closely.”
P: “Yes nurse, I understand”

She runs her hands along his balls caressing and softly cupping them. She can see her patient is getting more relaxed but also slightly turned on. His dick is growing longer and stronger. She begins stroking in an up and down motion with one hand, using all her fingers. Travelling up and down, up and down.
P: “That feels very soothing Nurse Jill”
N: “Good. But do you mind if I begin using my mouth as part of the cum draining therapy?”
P: “Not at all. I look forward it”
Nurse Jill begins softly kissing and licking Jules’s dic She gently cups his balls in her hands.
P: “ Nurse, that feels…very helpful.”
She continues lick and suck him. Feeling turned on by her patient’s dick, she tugs at the zipper on her dress.
N: “I hope you don’t mind if I expose a bit of skin. It’s getting a little warm in here.
P: “Not at . It’s a pleasure watch you…wor”
Jules observes Jill’s cleavage display, bouncing a little as she moves. This makes his dick grow even longer in Nurse Jill’s mouth.
N: “Sir, your dick is growing so well,” she out. “This is a good sign.”
P: “It’s feels really good too, thanks to you.”
Jill continues her work, massaging Jules’s dick with her tongue and mouth, but stops to comment,
N: “May I say sir that you seem in absolutely perfect heath, your dick and balls too. Nothing’s wrong with you sir. Your dick just needs some regular attention.”
P: “I am all yours Nurse Jill.”
Nurse Jill goes quiet now, taking her time pleasuring her patient. She keeps her tongue action going. But after a few delicious minutes Jules stops her, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to do something else”
N: “Am I hurting you sir?”
Jules’s dick is rock hard, due to Nurse Jill’s expertise. But he doesn’t want to cum just yet. He really wants to reward Nurse Jill for her excellent efforts.
P: “Not at all, this therapy is amazing, but there’s something I’d like to do to make it even better for both of us. May I try something?”
N: “I’m open to anything that will improve my practice and bring you relief.”
Jules asks Jill to lay on the bed with him. He hikes her dress, revealing a beautiful pair of thighs clad in white suspender stockings. She is not wearing underwear. He parts her legs, and positions himself in front of her pussy.
P: “Nurse Jill, your pussy looks very swollen too, just like my balls.”
N: “Yes. I suppose I could use some cum therapy myself” she smiles.
P: “Let me help you with that then.”
N: “But we need to solve your problem”
P: “, we will. This will make it even more satisfying a session for us both”
Jill lays back and Jules begins gently licking the swollen lips of Nurse Jill’s pussy. He kisses and moves his tongue over her. It feels like a dream. She can’t help burst out,
N: “ sir, you are so good!”
Jules keeps moving in a light swaying motion from side side. He goes for awhile then continues licking into her inner lips. Gentle at first, but getting more concentrated as he sees her getting more turned on. She lifts her pussy a little feel the warmth of his tongue. It's been such a long time since she’s been licked so carefully, she is excited to feel the release,
P: “I want to feel you cum on my tongue for being such a good nurse.”
She raises her pussy closer to his mouth. He licks her more passionately,
N: “Sir I am getting close.”
He keeps the licking in a constant rhythm, knowing that will send her over the edge.
N: “Ohh” she effuses.
Jules has her in the cum zone. He licks and licks, not stopping the motion, as her body begins to shudder. She has a good strong cum on Jules’s tongue.
N: “Oh sir, please,” she tries to catch her breath. “It’s time to put your dick inside me”
When Jules comes for air, after about half an hour of licking Nurse Jill, he is rock hard. Nurse Jill holds his dick help him enter. It happens in one motion.
Jules starts off slowly grinding into her. He is the hardest he’s ever been now, but doesn’t want to hurt her pussy since it feels so tight from not having a dick inside in her for some time.
N: “Please don’t hold bac Please fuck properly,” she begs.
This excites Jules. He begins a light pounding. She enjoys it so much she stretches her legs wider and wider take in more of him. Her pussy passage has grown even longer from the pussylicking cum and now she wants a deeper cum from his dic She’s so open now, she puts her legs over his shoulders,
N: “When you cum sir, cum deep inside . That will relieve your engorged balls.”
P: “Are you ready for my cum Nurse Jill?”
N: “Cum inside sir!”
With that Nurse Jill feels Jules’s first cum spit, then an explosion.
The warmth of the cum explosion excites Nurse Jill, who cums on Jules hard dick in tandem.
Jules finishes his cum taking seven final strokes inside Nurse Jill until he is fully drained.
Nurse Jill and Jules lay together in recovery for a few minutes, holding each other for comfort.
After a few minutes, Nurse Jill sits and begins zipping herself . The first cum draining therapy was a success.

N: I recommend we make a second appointment in a couple of days.
Jules takes Nurse Jill’s hand and puts in on his dic It is semi-hard again.
He makes a suggestion, “How about right now?”
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Creampie panty before dinner - backseat diary - episode 3
Posted:Mar 13, 2021 4:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2021 9:19 am

Eager to complete what we started in the car (see episode 1 Backseat Pussylicking and episode 2 Pee time at The Dunes), Jules and I parked at a lay- close the sea. We missed having our usual intimate Homeaway holidays, which aren’t allowed now, of course. So the car would have do.

Slightly windswept from our pee time walk through the Dunes earlier, but still ultra horny, I reached over Jules for a kiss. I could smell sea salt and faint cologne his skin. It energized more. Again, we climbed into the back seat. I lay down under him as we continued kissing softly. After we’d teased each other so much that morning, I couldn’t wait to put his dick inside .

“Take off your jeans,” he suggested.

For the third time that morning, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it off, leaving my black panty inside it.

Jules was cautious not to let the car rock, preferring a slow grind into my pussy, instead of the vigorous pounding we both craved. I was very hot for him and opened my legs wider and wider with every turn of Jules’s hips,
“I want to put my legs over your shoulders,” I teased, knowing he’d want to but we might get too excited, cause the car to bounce and attract too much attention.

As a tease, he continued circling inside me and stopping. When I began to get close, he grinded deep as he could to bring me on again. He continued in this rhythm, bringing on a tremendous sloshy noise between us.
Jules was causing cream to literally pour out of me. I was enjoying his hard dick and getting so close, he could feel it,
“Do you want to cum?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I said.

“Cum. I’ll cum with you,” he encouraged.

I always find this a huge turn on, knowing he's hovering in waiting for my cum. I clenched my pussy tightly around his dick then released. I did this a few times and was soon ready to spray my cream on him,

“Now…now,” I let him know.

Jules said, “Feel the first squirt.”

I felt the first shot of Jules’s cum in my pussy. Then a full blast of cum along with his groan of relief. It was a healthy load.

When we were done, Jules had a naughty idea. He asked me to lay there while he slipped my panty and jeans back on.

“It’s going to be messy down there,” I warned.

“That’s fine, but we have to go shopping for dinner,” he smirked, knowing full well what would happen if I didn't clean .

Jules and I drove the Sainsbury’s and as we began walking, I could feel his cum slowly dribbling down my thigh and onto my panty. “I should ask to use the bathroom,” I suggested

“Please don’t,” he asked. “I want to see your panty full of my cum when we get home.”
I walked through the grocery as carefully as I could, feeling Jules’s juices trickle out of me. It was a tickly feeling and kept me giggling with delight.

When we got home, I desperately needed a pee. I reached the toilet, slipped off my panty and watched the lovely creampie spill we'd made. I released my pee and enjoyed watching the rest of our combined juices flow out of me.
Pee time at the Dunes - Episode 2
Posted:Mar 8, 2021 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2021 1:59 pm

After a good pussy licking session in the back seat, which resulted in a terrific cum from me (see episode 1), like a true gentleman, Jules decided delay his own need cum. We had a sunny morning ahead, and he wanted take a drive. But as I climbed back into the front passenger’s seat, I realized I needed a good wee-wee. We contemplated where we should stop. Then Jules had a thought, “Can you hold it for about half an hour?”
“Er, I guess so.”

I didn’t understand why he wanted me to wait; we knew of a few public bathrooms close by.

But trusting Jules, I put my bladder needs on hold, as he did his cum needs. As we drove through a few familiar towns, I realized we were heading to the coast. Jules knew I liked seeing the sea, but there was a secondary motive. He was in search of a naturalist beach.

The naturalist beach was somewhat of an urban legend. It was supposedly at the far end of the main beach. But none of the town locals heard of it. We tried to gather clues of its possible existence in time for a hot summer day, when we could enjoy a place like that, wearing thongs and little else.

Jules drove us to the far end of the main beach. We parked and walked through an empty playing field, then through a brambly path which led to three and four-foot sand dunes.

"The rising sand reminds me of your dick," I flirted with Jules.
We strode up the soft, but firm dune rises, and then back down, trying not to slip into the bramble that laced through the dunes. We looked over a large thicket of bramble for more level sand that might have shown itself to be a perfect spot for the legendary naked beach. But we couldn’t see much past the bramble. It was the wrong time of the year for nude sunbathing anyway. We’d spy again when it got warmer.

Speaking of warmer, I reminded Jules about my wee-wee needs. The sand dunes would be the perfect cover. Jules walked the path ahead of me to push the bramble away from scratching us. We went far enough until we felt we were unseen.

There, Jules stood as the lookout while I pulled down my pants and squatted on the sand, holding his jeans for support with one hand. I closed my eyes and, opened my pussy lips to expose my urethra with the other hand, trying not to feel self-conscious that Jules was waiting. I finally relaxed and felt the wee stream begin. I watched the pee flow out of me, spraying my pussy and the sand below me. My first pee burst began to subside, and I rested a little, breathing quietly. “Is there more?” Jules asked.
As I began my second wee round, Jules knelt down facing me, “I want to taste it.”
“Go ahead,” I said.
He put his open hand to feel my hot pee stream wash over his palm.
Knowing his hand was there encouraged me to continue. When I finished that pee burst, he took his hand, wet with my warm pee into his mouth and sucked his own fingers.
“Do you have any more in there?” he wondered aloud.
“Yes, a third one.” I weed on his hand again, fully emptying my bladder this time. It was a completely comforting feeling, weeing on his welcoming hand. He cupped the last pool of my wee-wee carefully and sucked it from his palm. Some spilled to his fingers and he asked if I wanted to suck them too. I did.
My pee tasted light and appley.

Jules decided to pee too. So it was my turn to be the lookout. He helped me to my feet and pulled up my jeans. He stood and faced his back to me, while I kept track of what was going on around us. But being voyeurs of each other, I wanted to see him in the act.
The pee was taking awhile and I wondered if Jules might have trouble letting loose in the cold air, or maybe suddenly self-conscious around me. I hugged him from behind and waited, peeking over his shoulder to get a dick view. Finally it began. I kept quiet, watching his hearty pee stream, then when he was close to finishing, I offered, “May I clean you?”
“Yes,” he said eagerly.

I bent carefully so as not to fall into the bramble and with the tip of my tongue licked the pale ale flavour from his dick, inserting my tongue between the foreskin and head, softly sucking up the remnants.
My tasty work done, Jules zipped up and we walked down the dunes back to the main beach. We spotted a few other couples walking their dogs. I found two perfect cockleshells laid together that I wanted to pocket as a memento of Jules and me. I picked them up telling him I was ready to take them home. The environmentalist in Jules surfaced. He jokingly warned, “Put them back where they belong, or I’ll make you kneel here while I pee into your open mouth.”
“Hmm, that sounds more of an encouragement,” I jibed back.
I did not take the shells. Instead, we trekked back to the car laughing a little, but I could see Jules had a semi-hard dick, growing like a sand dune mound, that I would soon have to climb.

To be continued…
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Back seat stories-episode 1: Jules wants Jill's hairy pussy
Posted:Mar 7, 2021 5:19 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2021 12:22 pm

The other morning Jules and I had the mundane task of getting a new tyre from the tyre shop. I came along for the drive. But, what a hot ride it became.
The tyre shop finished their work within an hour. But it was such a clear, blue day (although a coldish 4 degrees), we just weren’t ready go home.

“This would be a great beach day. If it was warm,” I commented.

“This summer we’ll find a naturalist beach,” Jules promised.

“Yes," I nodded. "I miss seeing the sea.”

The car was going the market in a couple of days, as we wanted a newer model. But it had served us well over the years and was still going strong. I felt like we should make a few more memories in it.

“Since we’re replacing the car soon, why don't we get frisky in the backseat?" I suggested.

Jules thought it was a great idea.

So, Jules found a quiet lay-…where we could get laid.

We climbed into the backseat, well concealed the dark privacy glass. Jules made me lay back. He really wanted to lick my pussy. I undid my jeans and he helped pulled my black panty down with it. But I was concerned. Because of Covid restrictions, I haven't been able to the spa for a Brazilian wax (Jules prefers my pussy bald). Although Jules is always happy shave , I'd been avoiding it so my hair would be long enough in a month when the spas were open again.

However, my growing bush didn’t stop our desire. Jules kneeled into the backseat footwell while I lay against the car door, propping my head watch his sexy face take over my pussy. It felt like an act of worship. I opened myself with both hands so he could reach anywhere he pleased, also wanting give him access the soft skin the inner lips, where the hair doesn’t grow. He began licking my main pussy lips softly. They felt full and warm. His tongue was heavenly. As Jules felt getting hotter and opening more, I begged, “Spit in .”

In response, he ejected a warm spray into my pussy. The impact of the spit-shot made tingle.

Seeing how turned on I was, he rubbed his tongue on the area where he had just spit, then probed a finger inside, moving in and out, and continuing to lick. After a few minutes of watching and feeling him and closing my eyes to enjoy the sensations he was giving , I began get close orgasm, “Would you like get inside ?” I offered.
He looked up from his expert work, “Not yet. I want you cum my face first.”

It excited me so much hear him say that.

Within a few seconds, I felt my pussy temperature rise more (if such a thing is possible). Wanting get even closer his expert tongue, I thrust my hips slightly upward. He continued easing his finger in and pressing and sliding his tongue deeper into my pussy lips. My pussy grasping his finger with ravenous desire, I began to cum on Jules’s face and fingers. He kept licking and probing, feeling the intensity of my heat. After many seconds, when the orgasm began to taper slightly, but my pussy was still well heated and ready for another round, I breathily asked, "Will you get inside ?"

“Not yet,” Jules replied, with terrific control. For I could see the hard-on in his jeans.

Instead he pulled and held close him as I recovered from my cum. He knew I wanted more, but he waited for my heart slow down.

“Get your jeans and let's get back into the front seats,” he said. “I have a treat for you.”

To be continued…

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