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Jill and Jules
Sexy blog diary of Jill and Jules.

N.B. Annoying glitch on here that interferes with sentence/grammar settings, deleting simple words like to, from, etc. I routinely try to re-edit my posts but it seems to be an ongoing issue. Hope you are able to get the gist anyway. Enjoy!
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Taking his breath away - pussying up Jules's facemasks and more...
Posted:Jan 14, 2022 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2022 12:51 am

I like to leave my mark on Jules. That way everyone knows he's mine.

Sometimes when we sex play, I knight his shoulder with my suede red stilettos (as requested, for his viewing pleasure). Sometimes it draws blood or a small bruise. Sometimes I wipe my runny nose on his jumper (so sorry dear). Sometimes I let a drop of my period blood stain his side of the sheet. And - he doesn't know it until this writing - I have rubbed the folds of my pussy lips all over his leather wallet too. I routinely ensure that his personal effects are rampant with my natural scent.

Since masks became mandatory, I found an even better mission. I decided to 'pussy-up' Jules's masks. I will take each mask one by one sop them between my legs and return them to him. That way Jules can't enter a shop or train without inhaling my ripeness, and remembering who's waiting for him.

I even sneakily left my creamy stamp on one specific black mask he asked me not to mess with. It's black spandex that would surely show up my white cream a bit too obviously.

Now Jules is a tidy man - he loves crisp clean duvets and a fresh smelling house. I often joke he has OCD - but the sweet irony is since I started pussying up his masks, he doesn't wash them for months. Which results in *ahem* a very mature scent. It hits him like a zinger in the nostrils, making him consider every breath.

If he goes grocery shopping without me, I know I've left an impression when he calls from the Tesco, and affectionately says, "Ba-bes, it's like you're right here. I smell pussy."

P.S. After finally reading this post, Jules feigns shock, "My wallet too????" Then he suggests, "What about my glasses case?"
Thanks for the tip Jules darling, I'll get right on it...
Misty Christmas morning the park
Posted:Dec 25, 2021 3:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2022 12:31 pm

It's 6am on Christmas morning and the in-laws are here, yet still fast asleep.

We're being as hospitable as we can stand, but If it were up to me and Jules, we'd spend most of the morning in bed in between sips of Mimosas and mince pies at our bedside.

But this is our cue to steal some alone time by leaving the house for an early morning coffee and wal...which would unexpectedly turn into a quick but sweet Christmas fuc

It wasn't the prettiest of Christmas days. The dawn fog was finally clearing. The ground was thick with mud. But being there together, holding hands and witnessing the mist veiling the stark trees, it felt romantic. We sipped our coffee from a Thermos and continued our stroll.
Suddenly, I felt the strong urge to wee.
We went down a path, I pulled off my jeans, squatted in my wellies and let out a huge gush. Jules protectively checked for walkers and any other folks who might be surprised to see my naked ass on display. When I was done, he helped me up but felt inspired to do the same. "Your turn to be the lookout," he said. He unzipped his jeans and let out a healthy pee. I couldn't resist putting my bare hand in the stream and licking the tip of his dick clean afterwards. When we were done and well zipped up, to be a silly I held his hand with his pee still wet on it, "Merry Christmas honey," I smiled naughtily.

We got back to the car, feeling the spirit, especially after watching each other pee. Knowing we had no privacy at home, we knew what we had to do. Like a pair of oversexed teenagers, we took our desire to the backseat. Jules entered me immediately and burst a cum out of me, loud as a Christmas cracker. After two more cums, he ready for us to cum together. After all, the windows were fogging up and his tight bare ass getting chilly.

Jules basted me with his deep flood. The warmth made me cry out with yet another cum. To recover we blanketed each other up with jumpers and scarves and shut our eyes to the world outside and responsibilities ahead for a moment.

Within a few minutes, we were ready to head back home to face our busy morning.

At home the turkey is seasoned Gordon Ramsay style - butter parsley and lemon zest between the skin and meat. When it's oven-bronzed, we will take it out and let it rest. Unlike our urgency this morning, there's no rush to eat it piping hot as everything else on the table will already be...kind of like me and Jules.

I look forward to tonight, when we get each other warmed up again, then (like the turkey) finally have our well-earned rest.

Have a warm and Merry Christmas everybody!
We broke my pussy - again!
Posted:Aug 13, 2021 11:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2022 2:12 pm
Finally, a night at home without the . We’d make it a fuck date for the books (or at least the blog). I got the house ready. Vacuumed carpets, scrubbed the bathroom clean. Made the bed with our favorite white sheets and duvet covers keep us cool and comfy for our day’s romp. I planned out the day, afternoon and evening’s playwear.

We would livestream. We would cam with single friends. I’d wear my butt plug. We’d drink champagne on ice in the sunshine. I’d offer Jules my ass. Yes, we’d do it all.

But we’d also break my pussy.

Last time this happened was a few years ago after a weeklong sex trip Devon. This time we managed do just as much damage within 24 hours.

Here’s how our day and night rolled out...

9:30 Farmed off various friends’ houses. Got home as quickly as possible, ready and raring for a full day and night of sexy fun.

10am-1pm. First order of the day was a cyber meet with Man--fire, a 46M single guy who wanted cam--cam action. He had seen some of our pictures and looked forward getting himself off watching us.

Man-on-fire was new the website, not yet ready dive in head first with a one-on-one meet. He thought he’d feel his way around by watching a couple in action (us). We discussed BDSM. He was interested in being a sub. Jules told him I wanted to practice my femdom side on a willing man and Man-on-fire was interested in learning more. He wanted me/us to tell him what to do. He asked how he should dress for us. I wanted him to wear a crisp buttoned-up shirt and a pair of designer jockey shorts.

When our Skype camera came on, Jules was already face down, dining on my pussy. I had on my Nurse Jill outfit and red net bodysuit. The of us exchanged some pleasantries and Jules was admirably able politely talk in between mouthfuls of pussy. We broke the steamy ice by telling Man--fire about some of our outdoor adventures, how much we enjoy each other’s bodies, how we liked seeing other fit bodies and getting each other off watching and performing for others. I then proceeded mount Jules and ride his dick as he thrust into .

“, that’s so hot. I’m getting close,” Man-of-fire blurted.

“Don’t cum without telling us,” I ordered, flexing my femdom side.

“Yes,” Jules reinforced. “Jill likes see a man cum. And I want her cum at the time you cum.”

“Yes, I am going watch you make yourself cum yourself,” I said, riding Jules’s dick.

About a minute later, I watched Man--fire gush a white waterfall of cum over his dick, through his fingers. I came Jules’s dick at the time.

“Did you see that?” I asked Jules. Like the goodly husband he is, he remained completely focused looking at as I grinded his dick in between looking upon his handsome face and also watching Man-on-fire spill his load.

When Man-on-fire was fully drained, we watched him clean up his mess. He thanked us profusely for helping him cum and went back his work.

But Jules and I were far from done with our shenanigans. We put on the livestream and carried on lovemaking for another half hour. I was so open for him after the long pussy licking, that I put my legs over his shoulders and let him get as deep as he wanted, which made cum a few times. He performed one of his favourite moves which was grind cums out of in missionary, pressed tightly onto my body, until he realised I was becoming cum-breathless and needed a break.

We waved our watchers goodbye, and took a much-needed rest, munching on grapes and strawberries for hydration and just hugging one other for comfort. When I felt refreshed enough, I went downstairs to make us a light lunch. We went into the garden and opened a bottle of champagne to have with our meal. We sat in the patio and just ate drank and chatted. We drained the bottle, and took a break to digest it . I thought we should have some tv time, since most times the take over the living room, but Jules just wanted go back the bedroom.

Hey, this lady wasn’t about protest.

Jules and I lay down, kissing. He gently touched my pussy asking if I was ready for more. We turned the cam again and livestreamed for another ½ hour, until I was breathless again. Then we turned off the camera, rested again, then carried for another 1½ hours in private which resulted in Jules cumming deep in my pussy.

It was the first cum of the day for Jules. As for my cums, Jules gave keeping score. We joked that in future we might need a tally counter the bedside table.

“You’ll just keep trying beat the record,” I laughed.


Still in recovery. We made phone calls the assure they were okay. We could relax again. The sun lingered, and we decided head back the garden for a second bottle of champagne. This time I freshened . I dressed impress him in a short green sundress. Brushed my hair and slicked some sun cream. Jules was waiting for me the patio sofa. But as I sat, he asked take off my sundress so he could glance at my naked body. I obeyed him and we went just chatting and drinking, with my legs draped over his, softly stroking each other during our conversation.

We finished the 2nd bottle, and sat in the garden until sunset. Then we decided head back the bedroom.


“Are you ready for some BDSM?” I suggested.

I was ready display my submissive devotion Jules camera, plus I’d had the butt plug in at various points during the day and was now ready for Jules’s take my ass.

Jules wanted in stockings and a collar and leash. He would dominate camera. I got myself dressed then applied dark eyeliner and red lipstick and my studded heels. I showed him my look.

“You are so beautiful. I love you so much,” he said, and I blushed like a schoolgirl. Jules loved the look so much, he decided we should have a little private playtime before going camera. We were supposed cam with a single female friend this time, but we’d have wait until she finished work after 10.

So, we started a practice session, this time we started calling each other some BDSM names, Cumwhore and Dickman.

“I want pussy first, then ass I will take when I’m ready, Cumwhore,” Jules demanded.

“Yes Dickman. I will give you everything you want.” I replied like an obedient .

So Dickman went into my pussy first slowly but worked pounding.

“Take my ass please,” I offered.

Dickman slid carefully into my ass and got very deep. He went back and forth between pussy and ass. I asked if he wanted to cum in my ass.

“Not yet, . I will decide that,” he replied sternly.

Our wild fun continued until nightfall. It was 9:30pm now and Dickman thought we should both take a rest. But he turned off all the lights.

“Are we going to bed?” I asked, surprised. Dickman hadn't cum yet.

“Do you wish to take off your makeup, cumwhore?”

He knew I don’t go to sleep with makeup on. What did he mean? Were we turning in for the night? We still had cams to do.

“No, Dickman,” I said, still in character “Let’s just have a nap. I want to more. Plus, you haven’t cum a second time yet,”

“I will take my cum when I’m ready,” he replied.

Dickman pulled his Cumwhore cuddle against his chest, and pat her hair, encouraging her sleep.

I obeyed Dickman. Not yet realising it wouldn’t be just a nap.

Sometime after 9:30pm...

Within a few hours of snuggly sleep, we woke moonlight outside the window. I checked the clock. 3am. Frig, still didn’t take my makeup off. Jules made fall asleep because he knew I needed it.

Now it was time for some sleepy sex.

We kissed and cuddled, and in no time, Jules was rock hard ready enter yet again.

We put the bathroom light , so we had just enough light see each other’s expressions and the outline of our bodies. Jules kneeled over and asked guide him in.

“Hm, pussy is tight again,” he said, almost having force his way in.

“She’s asleep,” I joked.

“Need fuck her awake then,” he said, grinding and pushing deeper and deeper into . My pussy was getting squelchy and opening warmly for him. I caressed his back as he grinded and felt the need press my pussy lips and clit as close as I could him feel the stimulation of us being as humanly close as possible. The closeness also causes have powerful orgasms as so much of ourselves, clit, pussy lips, vulva rubbing together in unison on Jules’s dick and pelvis. With the intense closeness we were feeling, I came deeply on his dick, pulling him closer and closer to me with every shudder. Suddenly I felt a change. His body began to slow. He was going to cum too. I felt a gush and the sound of Jules’s relief. It made me have a final cumburst too.

He stayed inside me for a few minutes, then came off to cuddle some more.

I should wash that out, I thought. But I just didn’t want to leave the bed. So we slept. Me with makeup on my face, and Jules’s fresh cumload in me.

At 6am, we woke again. The sun had risen. I went under the duvet and began to lick Jules. I was ultra horny but I suddenly felt a light throbbing inside my pussy, as though it had a pulse of its own. My pussy was obviously in shock.

“When we were fucking just now, I could tell from your movements that you’re getting sore,” Jules said sympathetically.

“I think so, but I still want to rub on you.”

“Come up here,” he said.

I came up and lay on my side kissing him. He wanted to comfort me,

“Let’s have our showers and get some coffee and breakfast in us, then we’ll come back and relax in bed before the get home,” he suggested.

So we took our time with our showers, I washed, conditioned and blow-dried my fuck-hair. Before we knew, it was 8am. We both wanted to lie down next to each other. I had an idea. “Since we have to go for the around lunchtime anyway, why don’t we just stay in bed for a couple more hours and go to breakfast about 10am?”

We disrobed again. The light pulse in my pussy began again – it was swollen from all the grinding and hard fucking, and needed a little rest time.

But, I was still turned on from all the caressing. And so was Jules. We cuddled some more and began kissing.

I rubbed on his leg like a horny bitch and grasped his hardening dick in my fingers.

“I think we broke your pussy again, dear,” he said with concern.

“Still want you to touch it,” I smiled.

“Are you sure? Not too sore”

“Please touch me.”

With two fingers, Jules gently stirred the inner lips on either side of my clit. And I wanked him feverishly until we burst onto each other’s hands in a simultaneous orgasm.

We would take a sex break that night to let the swelling and redness subside. I still kept my afternoon Brazillian appointment, to entice Jules even more.

It’s been 48 hours since we broke my pussy. But now it's Friday. Think I’m ready for action again.

Jules, where are you?

Nude beach exploring (UK Summer)
Posted:Aug 9, 2021 10:47 am
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2021 3:26 pm
Rain. Sunshine. Rain again. Coldish. Warmish...The U.K. summer hasn’t been spectacular.

are home, and so are we. With temperatures ranging from -21 degrees, we had to choose our outdoor sex time wisely. Jules was feeling a bit down-in-the-mouth about the lack of heat. To cheer my horny husband, I thought I’d give him the best heat my hands and mouth had to offer.

I made sure to keep him happy with handjobs on the beach, blowjob finishes in the car and a little exhibitionism here and there.

Nudist beach – Day 1

Despite the bum weather (or shall I say cover-your-bum weather) we did manage to fulfill a few warm wishes. We located 2 naturalist beaches:

Amidst the white chalk cliffs of the south-east coast, lies The Gap. To access this beach, we had to descend an iron stairwell, move past tourists and families, from pebbled beach to fist-sized rocks -- a walk that made it difficult, but sometimes necessary to hold hands. During our bumpy walk, the temperature suddenly lifted from 21 to 30 and the slight sea breeze dropped. It seemed we walked for ages in the heat until we spotted a few nude sunbathers, who smiled to welcome us, couples and a few single men.

At last, we’d reached. However, there was no chance of a sea dip to reward our efforts. The Gap faces a battalion of mossy boulders that prevent access to the sea. The rocks and chalk on the shore were inhospitably large, but as we saw others setting up their umbrellas, we were determined (and frankly horny enough) to do the same.

Jules laid our towels and within seconds, unraveled my bikini and took off his own clothes. We lay down and began to sweat. However I couldn't resist grasping Jules's rod almost as quickly as I spotted it on display.

He had to give me the "Whoa Nelly" (or rather "Whoa Jilly") warning, asking me to give his over stimulated dick a chance to settle down. We were both getting too excited too soon from all our teasing and chatting in the car.

The sun overhead, we rubbed each other with sunblock, kissed, caressed and felt the welcome heat on our skins.

Although we missed having the light sea breeze on us, I liked the presence of the mighty cliffs behind us. A cum-coloured, sculpted backdrop to our horny fun.

The sea was calm and aqua glassy. There were a few power boats on the water and moved through the water, creating a ridge and a wake. It was a calming and peaceful day, and we couldn’t help rubbing on each other until we were both sweaty. All I wanted to do was take Jules in my mouth and drink his dick for hydration, but I couldn’t do anything but steal a few touches here and there.

“Next time, we should get an umbrella to shield from the sun, and maybe give us a little privacy so I can interfere with you a bit more,” I suggested.

Jules agreed, “We'll look for .”

Finally, the light teasing became overmuch and we returned, over the cakewalk of rocks, to the car for a cool down. A few gulps of water and energy drinks later, we felt refreshed.

Now we both desperately needed to cum.

We drove homeward, in pursuit of a place to get each other off. Jules found a working windmill on a hill overlooking a small farming town. There were rolled hay bales, tractors at rest and cows in the pastures. riders trotted leisurely uphill in the calf-high grass. We walked further afield, passing thistles and nettles until we found a knoll we could sit next to for privacy. We spread the blanket and lay down again.

I tugged at Jules, “Take off your shorts.”

“Not yet,” he smiled, with remarkable restraint. “I want a couple of cums out of you first.”

I knew that meant I would get a lovely fingering with his manly hands (for which I’ve developed a bit of a fetish). I laid my body into his arms and let him cradle me. He slipped his hands under my summer dress, then gently entered his fingers into my pussy. His finger work became stronger and deeper, searching inside me, until I came on his deft fingers. He waited a while then re-entered me, feeling around to see if he could bring me off again, “Do you have another cum in there for me?” I did.

I caught my breath, and asked for his dick. He pulled down his pants. He had grown full and thick from feeling me cum in his arms. He lay back on the blanket and pulled his pants down, so I could take his girth into my hands and salivating mouth. We both knew it wouldn’t be long before he burst. I gently wanked and licked him until I felt the spurt, “Mmm,” I hummed, so excited that my mouthwork was bringing him over the edge. He burst the rest of his dick-milk onto my palate. When he was fully drained, I lay on his pelvis to rest, to feel a soft breeze ascending the hill, the kind we needed earlier at The Gap.

“We could have used that breeze at the beach,” I shook my head.

“Then we might have got too comfortable, gone too far, and embarrassed the others,” he joked.

“Or made them jealous,” I shrugged.

“Hopefully inspired them,” he replied.

Day 2

The following week wasn’t ideal weather either, but there was a day with a very light breeze and clearer skies. This was the day we went to Rye to catch whatever rays we were lucky to get.

Jules likes to see me looking sun-kissed, but he’s not interested in me getting a spray tan. He wants me sunbathing ‘au natural.’ Secretly however, I like to slather on light bronzer or gradual tan cream, instead of taking the rays full on (especially at our age). Nonetheless, I can hardly resist a beach day. It makes me horny as a dolphin.

We parked close to the Rye Nature reserve and began our walk towards the sea defense cage. That was where the nude beach was meant to be.

Bike riders, walkers and families accompanied us along the tarmac trail. Then we walked a small incline to a pebbly beach with pebbles that were just enough to be comfortable underfoot. We discovered a spot close to some groins where we could have a little shelter and lots of teasing fun. As we looked around, we couldn’t see any other bathers, just a few more owners with their pups frolicking in the water. It seemed we hadn’t gone far enough to reach the naked beach, but we decided where we were was sufficiently quiet to set up shop.

Plus, it felt a little naughty to be on the periphery of where we were supposed to be.

This time we brought the umbrella-tent which would serve us well, keeping direct sun out. It was also good for concealment of what I was about to do. I was in the mood to slurp Jules’s dick, even though he wanted chill and cuddle time. Jules’s affections are always welcome, but I really wanted to make my man cum for me. After massaging, flirting, kissing, and ensuring that no one was focusing too hard on us, he let me go for it.

He flipped over, and I began to shift the foreskin of his full-grown dick upwards and downwards, as he vigilantly looked for strangers who knew we shouldn’t be there. Before long, Jules’s spurt was gushing towards my face. The dirty girl in me wanted his cum all over my hair and lips. I pulled off a little so I could get it all over my face and enjoy the walk back to the car, with cum drying on my cheeks.
Sunday cumday and more...first holiday for the year
Posted:Jun 14, 2021 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2021 3:26 pm
Jules and I finally took our first ‘alone-time’ holiday in close to a year. We looked forward to a week of no , copious champagne, sangria, a few light dinners...and lots of sex.

I couldn’t wait to do blissful ‘couple things’ again like:

-Go to bed nude every night, knowing there were no wandering souls who might knock on our bedroom door and throw the mood.

-Wake early on misty mornings to watch the falling dew, as we cuddle.

-Have sex, loudly.

Our cottage was close to our AdultFriendFinder friend Dick’s house. Dick had taken a few hours off work to see us as we were passing through his town. So, the night before, we promised to stop by before officially starting our one-on-one time. Thus began my horny conundrum.

I expressed to Jules, “I’d like to see Dic But I haven’t had proper intimate time with YOUR dick yet. What if I get really hot and horny while we’re there?”

“I’m sure he won’t mind if we get a little frisky in front of him—we have wait until check-in time for the cottage anyway.”

Jules’s patience kept me calm as usual. But my hormone levels were rising.

Then a welcome thing happened. The cottage landlords messaged say we could check-in as early as we wanted. It would give us time enough set bags down and get Jules into my desperate pussy. We arrived at the cottage and hustled upstairs. After a week of abstinence, I really wanted to feel him inside . I was so excited, I came twice.

We were due at Dick’s in an hour, I quickly rinsed my important bits, tied on my skimpiest bikini and over it, slipped on my new summer dress: a light cotton Moroccan-made paisley pattern with a criss-cross bac I figured it was something nice wear as I sat on Jules’s lap.

We headed Dick’s. He was thrilled see us. He served summer apricots, apples, sweet black grapes and mango fizz. We sat out in the sun on a bench, chatted, nibbled and quenched our thirst with the drin It was a lovely day indeed.

Having sated our desire for each other a few hours earlier, Jules and I could focus on hanging out with our friend, whose company we both enjoyed. We ambled through his garden, fed the koi in the fish pond, chatted and explored.

But within hours, the urge in rose again. One morning quickie could never be enough. As he chatted, Dick saw the way I kept looking at Jules. I’d missed my husband’s tasty dic I kept close, sitting in his lap and kissing him any chance I got.

Dick blurted out, “Do you want fuck?”

“It’s been a week after all,” I answered demurely.

“Can’t believe you’ve had patience wait this long,” he laughed

Then Jules let our little secret slip out, “Actually, we had sex at the cottage right before we arrived. Jill wouldn’t take no for an answer!”

Dick didn’t look surprised, “Let you want more?” He directed the question at .

I nodded, “I missed him a lot this past week, and I’m still raging.”

Dick was sympathetic, “Well, I’m enjoying your company very much, but completely understand if you both...”

Jules piped up, interrupting Dick, “Do you have a few blankets we can lay on the grass?”

Dick went into the house and returned with lovely African throws. We spread them on the sunny lawn.

I asked the next obvious question, “Do you mind if we make love right here?”

“For what other reason does one have a lawn?” Dick obliged.

With that, Jules and I stripped off our clothes and began our sex picnic.

Dick picked up his book of Greek Myths and sat on the benches enjoying the sun, and the view of his guests enjoying each other.

When we got back the cottage in the evening, we were sweaty from the day’s lawn . After feeling the sun on our backs and combing the ladybirds from my hair, I was getting slightly sleepy and looked forward a cool shower and falling asleep in Jules’s arms for the night.

But we’d told a few of our horny AdultFriendFinder friends about our stay, Weliketoplay being one of them.

Weliketoplay, a cute couple from the north were enthused to meet up on cam again. He’s close to 7 feet tall with a super long and strong dick and she’s a petite 5’ 3” damsel with a tough constitution for hard liquor and deep throating (the woman never gags. I admire that). How could we say no to mutual cam play?

The wife and I left the bedroom to dress to impress. I put on a shiny PVC black teddy and sheer thigh highs, tied at the neck, tits out. She wore a more conservative lace bustier black top, thigh highs like mine and strawberry red heels.

Weliketoplay's husband had a tshirt on. But Jules was naked, just how I like him when we’re in bed. With drinks in hand, we chatted like we were right in their living room. A few vodkas and beers later, we began to feel the feelings. Before long everyone was displaying their talents.

It became a fun game for Weliketoplay. He was enjoying having drinks with us and wouldn’t allow himself to cum even though she tried all means of expert blowjob and handjob methods.

For part of the session, the wife brought out all the toys. She poked herself with a dildo while wanking her well-endowed husband who was busily strumming her pussy lips. It was skillful harmony to see them in action. The sight of her handling the dildo interested me as well. I’ve always been impressed with women who get pleasure from dildos, especially as I know Jules likes to see it. For me, they often feel too unyielding.

I’ve always preferred using toys like vibrators on the outside on my pussy lips and save inside penetrations for Jules’s dic Weliketoplay laughed with us, talked and played together for an hour. The husband, who was hard for entire time, decided he didn’t want to cum on cam, but would trouble his wife at a wee hour of the morning, only if she wasn’t severely passed out. He would later send us a video of her crawling drunkenly up the stairs to their bedroom which had us in hysterics.

Finally at midnight, Jules made the call for us to go to sleep as well.

“We didn’t get to shower. We’re sweaty and stinky,” I said.

“I like that sometimes,” he said, turning off the light and pulling me close to him. I could feel his smile as my cheek rested on his.

Agreed, the bathroom seemed far away. All the way downstairs. And I was so utterly exhausted, I knew it wouldn’t matter.

Sticky and naked as we were, we fell soundly asleep in each other’s arms, just as I wanted.

The next morning came quickly—we made love early and I came quickly again. Remembering my caffeine addiction, Jules made sure we actually got out of bed by 6:30. He didn't want me to lift a finger to make my own brew as I usually do before waking the . We were on vacation after all.

We dressed and took a drive to the nearest coffee house. The barista manager commented on how loved-up and relaxed we looked. Truth be told I forgot to brush my well-fucked hair from the night before, and my teeth, so we must have looked pretty wild. We were going back to the cottage within an hour anyway. Little did she know my high was even more pronounced by the weeklong escape from adult responsibilities.

On one of the afternoons, we decided to bring in Nurse Jill for a housecall to the cottage. Jules was in need of a lengthy blowjob, some of which we showed on livestream, first with Nurse Jill kneeling as he stood, then onto the bed. Nurse Jill licked and sucked and throated him as deeply as she could. This went on for at least 40 minutes. But Jules was determined to hold back his cum. He'd only cum hours ago after all.

One of Jules’s goals is give blowjob jaw ache, something he hasn’t accomplished yet, as I like working on him for hours on end.

We went off the broadcast and decided IM chat a few of our new watchers SexySophie, who was at work while watching. She loved the kissing and affection we showed on camera mid-blowjob and wanted see more and chat us through Jules’s cum if possible. We decided reverse the usual order. For once it was Jules’s turn interact and type SexySophie while receiving oral pleasure from Nurse Jill. It was a challenge, but we took turns replying to her. Jules said he was enjoying the blowjob attention so much he didn’t want it to end. Our new friend told ask him for his cum “with my eyes.” We both thought that was a sexy thing suggest. In the end Nurse Jill fancied having a cum wank off on her nipples. Her willing patient made sure she got it.

Later that day, we went back on livestream. Jules really wanted give a good pussylicking. One member recognized us from the last livestream and said, "Returning the favour...nice." We appreciated that comment.

It’s always nice find new friends of course, and exciting let them see and chat about our and their fucking habits. And our being exhibitionists we do get a out of showing ourselves on cam.

But first and foremost, there is nothing that compares Jules and my quiet moments. We like being around new people and learning new things. But we absolutely love spending all the quality time in the world we can together, just the of us.

On afternoons, Jules and I took our drinks the cottage garden. For days it was champagne, but on another day, he mixed up a rich concoction of sangria with fresh oranges, mint, strawberries and Cointreau.

I’m not a big-time drinker, but Jules's sangria is a special summer treat. We sipped the juiced wine, and reminisced about times, our youth, (before this second spring, lol), we kissed, I sat on his lap and teased him, we posed for selfies. And usual, we just talked for hours. We sunbathed too. These moments were precious and timeless. We were mythical lovers, Eros and Psyche.

There were days when it took every ounce of willpower not to ask Jules to slip me the dick just as the landlords walked around the perimeter of the property.

Next holiday will be another staycation no doubt, just further afield. Jules thinks we’ll head to Wales or Scotland and take our time driving and appreciating the awe-inspiring coastline of these British Isles. We are making the most of the small freedoms we have, within the limitations we're enduring, not knowing what the pandemic and the government, or the world has in store for us next.

Whereever we roam, we'll keep it sexy.

Husband away. Waiting for cumday.
Posted:Jun 5, 2021 2:20 am
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2021 3:26 pm
Jules is away this entire week for work. I miss him like mad of course.

To be fair, he’s semi-retired and traveling much less than he used to, but I’ve become quite the greedy, needy wifey, used to getting my cums on tap now.

In the past when Jules was on longer projects, we’d have Skype-sex 1-3x a week if we could. For these play sessions, I was his personal cyber . I’d dress and parade for him, chat a little, we’d watch a bit of porn, I'd stroke my pussy lips with the vibrator and sometimes put the dildo in my ass. He’d encourage me to cum a few times, with the vibrator, my fingers or rubbing on a pillow on the bed. He’d watch me get off a few times, see how many cums I could take. Then he’d wank as I continued to rub myself. I watched and sexily cheered him on until I got to see his fountain squirt.

This week, we decided to try something new. No video sex. No phone sex and guess what, no masturbation or cumming until we are finally back together in person.

It made me wonder how long we could go without cumming, even by masturbation. A week? Two weeks? Heaven forbid.

This week I’d already sent him so many illicit photos in public bathrooms, dear Jules resorted to putting privacy glass on his phone, so his workmates didn’t see his horny wife exposing herself for his viewing pleasure.

Smarter yet, and for his own protection, he warned me he had a busy schedule and wouldn’t be checking his phone until he’s on a break, “That may not be for hours as I’ll be in meeting and trying not to get distracted. Do you understand dear?” he stared me in the eyes, awaiting my nod of compliance.

Of course, I didn’t take that on much. I continued to check my own phone about 100x a day, to see when my saucy photo messages were ‘seen’, and waiting patiently for positive feedback.

When I finally got a, “wow sexy,” or “want to bite that ass,” or, “tit needs sucking,” I felt a tad more gleeful. At least for the hour.

From Sunday, we have our first staycation booked in over a year. A lovely cottage about an hour from home, with sturdy mattresses in the bedrooms and a nice garden to romp in. We decided to make it even more special by saving all our cums for the stay.

This has been a slightly difficult task for us both, as of course it’s half-term and with too many creating havoc and extra work in the house, I really could have used a few loud cums as stress relief in the evening.

Alas, Jules and I had no choice but to wait.

For me and Jules, it helped distract the horny level (just a little), that we set aside time to speak to each other early every morning before our days began, and sometimes at various points in the week. Even though I played with myself a little in bed and he asked me to stop and save it for him to witness in the flesh.

This morning Jules surprised me with a sweet tease. He had a few hours to kill before start time, so we woke early and drove to a halfway point where we could have an early morning coffee together. Of course, if wasn’t long before we regressed into teenage mode, taking a drive to a quiet parking lot to express our desires. I asked if he could show me his dick,

“If I do that, I’ll want to cum in your mouth,” he warned

“Oh no,” I said coyly. “I just want to taste you.”

Jules’s dick tasted beautifully familiar in my mouth and the thought of reliving his one week of cum backup, did tempt me. He asked me to sit on his lap as he fingered me, warning me he would do this in front of the livestream next week and make me cum for the audience too. It took control not to cum as he whispered into my ear. But I said to him,

“I don’t want to cum now. I don’t want you to cum either.”

“I decide that...but..." he hesitated. "okay,” he mercifully agreed.

After all, we were about to have a full sex week together, alone in a cottage during a sunny summer week. I really wanted to keep our Sunday pact.

I am proud to say we restrained ourselves. Thank you, Jules!

Stay tuned for news of Sunday-cumday and beyond.
Naughty schoolgirl, fantasy/reality lesson, and the joys of gagging
Posted:May 20, 2021 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2021 3:27 pm
Sometimes, Jules and I go old school.

Because we’ve known each other since our teenage , we like revert one of our original role plays: Headmaster and Head Girl

We use this role in context recreate the first attractions of our youth.

My classic outfit is tartan red, white stockings, topped off with a starched blouse, and striped tie of course.

Miss Fuckley, the Sixth Form Head girl, has been called to Headmaster Hardwood’s office on account of her poor Biology marks. She stands to lose her title if she doesn’t buck up her score. Headmaster Hardwood is a young, gifted teacher. He wears a suit and tie which makes him fit enough eat.

Hardwood and Fuckley take a secret shine each other. He tries boost Miss Fuckley’s academic performance by giving her private lessons in his office. Her most challenging topic is reproduction. Hardwood has the task of explaining human sexuality to her.

“During a man’s orgasm, he ejaculates. That’s the opportunity for a sperm to enter the egg,” Hardwood reminds her of the facts.

“Sir?” Fuckley says dreamily, her lips slightly ajar.

Hardwood wishes to rub his dick on her lips and feel what it’s like inside that luscious mouth.

“Is the woman’s orgasm just as important as it is for the man?” she wonders, putting her fingers to her lips.

Hardwood can feel his dick swelling in his pants. He tries to keep his composure,

“Um, yes Miss Fuckley. Pleasure for both the woman and man is important.”

“What does penetration feel like sir? Does it hurt?”

“It may not as much the first time if it’s done gently”

She asks for a practice demonstration. She asks politely to see his penis which she has observed growing nicely in his pleated pants. She finds a textbook drawing of a penis inside a vagina,

“Can you show me like this, sir? Perhaps if I did the practice work, I’d understand the theory better.”

“Well yes, if it will help you understand,”

“Can I touch your penis, sir? I have never seen one up close. in diagrams.”

“Yes you may,”

Head Girl unzips Headmaster’s trousers and touches and feels his firm growth. She makes comments on how feels in her hands.

From they have steamy, but careful ‘virginal’ sex.

In response friends asked if we could dress-up on camera for the role , Jules came up with a update. Create an alter ego of Miss Fuckley!

Shall we her an evil twin? Naughty twin Fuckley is always up no good. She wears her uniform a lot more loosely. Her skirt is hemmed too high, exposing her ass cheeks. The blouse is black, see-through and hiked up above her tummy. She refuses to wear a bra so her nipples seem permanently perked.

She’s jealous of her brighter sister’s accomplishments and wants to win Hardwood’s favour as well. She barges into his office without an appointment, and will do anything to get to the headmaster’s dick to show up her subtler sister.

She offers to suck his dick for better grades.

She feels her breasts looking him in the eye, while talking about her issues.

She openly tells him she wants to him raw and hard.

She won’t take no for an answer, and Hardwood, unable tell the difference between the ‘twins’, is suddenly rock hard, turned on by ‘new’ Miss Fuckley’s brazen defiance.

Hardwood is aroused by her forwardness and her identical face and body resemblance the virginal Miss Fuckley, the original object of his secret desire.

Now as Jules and I explore this suspended reality, based on our past reality and amped up for fun, we think it's a really idea for other couples try something similar. Within this kind of fantasy space, we can let relationships that might be deemed inappropriate go too far on our private stage.

Couples can re-enact scenes from their love life, but amplify them in the form of other role plays (boss and secretary, lustful lawyers etc,) where both parties revisit sexy conversations, perhaps first dates, first time sex, as so on.

Fantasy and reality bites

As we’re on the topic of fantasy versus reality, we’ve heard a lot of accusations of people crying ‘fake.’ When I say fake, I don’t mean bots or actual fake profiles. Some members are getting outright angry when someone doesn’t tell them the ‘whole truth’ about their personal life and challenges.

But is it really your entitlement to know the full Monty about someone’s real life outside of AdultFriendFinder? I will adapt something a new friend said to me: “Some stories on here are fiction, but the sex is real.”

I will add to that, sometimes you have to accept that even the sex boasts are embellished, or at least one’s personal mental recall that might just be unreliable.

That’s not really my concern however. I think the important thing is respect: once you decide to meet with a couple or a single, you should try to keep your appointments and dates. And if you nervously change your mind, try to give ample notice. Disclosure about STDs and birth control or potentially dangerous situations is a must we thin And again, anything that might impact on someone’s safety. Other than that, what else do you need know?

In other words, unless your secrets infringe on our precious time or our plans, or affect our physical health or safety, who are we judge who you are and why you’re here?

We have a % rule on here. We don’t expect strangers give us the whole truth and nothing but. Unfortunately, we have also come expect a certain level of mind games that also comes with the territory. Often one person (a member of a couple or a single) might spin one story to Jules, then thread me a contradiction, then separately try to coax us to break our rules. Our insurance against these types of folly, is tell each other everything.

On here, we don’t necessarily have a right know people’s real circumstances and challenges. Nor what puddle of mud they must leap over every morning reach a steady path. their reality is so horrible, this is one place they feel free. However, that doesn’t entitle them treat you like their bitch either, of course (unless agreed upon, first).

Also it could take learn a person's true self, and even then, people can hold their cards close their chest for as long as they deem necessary. 's most likely disingenuous if someone is sharing every part of their personal life and past too soon.

For some people, this entire site is a kind of fantasyland haystack where they can say or do whatever they want. Jules and I remain on the fields for now because we think are a few golden needles be found.

Gagging for - deepthroat practice

On our recent livestream this week, Headmaster Hardwood took full advantage of Miss Fuckley.

One of the things we allowed viewers to see was my deep throat practice. I’m admittedly not great at it yet. I still gag...plenty. was a time I was embarrassed by . I think Jules was concerned he was making me uncomfortable.

Gagging is messy and noisy, almost the point of offensive.

causes me salivate. makes my eyes water. My nose runs clear. I hack, I heave. My stomach muscles tense.

This may sound strange to some, but I have learned to stop worrying and love the gag.

I like the core workout and Jules loves my reaction.

I may get better at taking Jules large dick deep in my throat, but for now I like the gargly mess we create.

Some friends have revealed that their gag reflex, which was almost non existent during oral sex, seemed to reappear as they got older, when beforehand they were expert deep throaters.

My goal one day is to give Jules a proper throatpie. But for now, I will continue to enjoy the joys of gagging.

Cum control, foreskin play, single guy annoyances and more
Posted:May 9, 2021 3:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2021 8:58 pm
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:Nov 25, 2021 3:47 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 AdultFriendFinder ‘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 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 AdultFriendFinder 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 AdultFriendFinder
Posted:Apr 25, 2021 3:03 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2021 1:49 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 AdultFriendFinder ‘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 24, 2021 8:54 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 AdultFriendFinder 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:Dec 20, 2021 8:46 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 AdultFriendFinder).

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:Nov 5, 2021 11:41 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.

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