Jay found some more porn in unopened boxes and we’ve added that as well.

Muir Woods and Adulteress were videos we shot a while back, when Mitch visited us here in California. I can’t believe what a handful he was. He cleaned out our piggy bank to buy himself beer and drank heavily the whole time he was visiting. I wasn’t with him when he went to buy the beer, but I can just imagine the scene at the bar when he would pay for his drinks with fists full of coins. Since then Jay and I have taken to calling our piggy bank “Mitchell’s Retirement Fund.”

It was exciting to watch these videos again and I can’t help but feel proud of my tight little body. I also can’t help but crack up at the craziness of these two guys. Jay constantly razzes Mitch for being voodoo-ed by the monitor whenever we shoot. And Mitch, well, he’s barely coherent, so he deserves the razzing. Seriously, though, I love these two guys. They’re like brothers to me. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Ah, who cares! It’s honestly how I feel. I love them. We’re family.

Muir Woods is a video of me and Jay going at it outdoors on a picnic blanket in the middle of Muir Woods, while Mitch, the drunken voyeur, kicks back and throws a whole lot of crazy into the scene.

Adulteress is two guys’ attempt at fulfilling my bukkake/gangbang fantasy. I give them E for Effort, C for Comedy and A for Anal.

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> > When I first heard of it, it sounded sexy, but the more I thought about Jennifer Love Hewitt vagazzling her vajayjay the less appetizing it became. I imagine a Swarovski crystal in my mouth feels a lot like a cherry pit. I want to separate it from the flesh and spit it out. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > I usually have little patience for people who snag images from other websites and do not attribute it to the artist the image came from, but I just couldn’t resist linking to this adorable photo of Japanese Cosplay Alice in Wonderland. I’m smiling like a Cheshire Cat! (via @pdxpixguy)

> > I’m really glad the rich and famous are donating so much money to help the victims of the earthquake in Haiti. But news like this turns giving into a spectator sport. Makes the rest of us who can only scrape a measly 2 to 3 digit sum feel like we don’t have to bother. (via bryanboy)

> > Penelope Trunk, founder of Brazen Careerist, is a business writer who uses examples drawn from her relationships and sex life to get her point across. I spent an entire morning reading all the links on her About page and I’m sold like the rest of her 48,000 or so subscribers. (via dumblittleman)

> > I bought these earrings after reading 17 Unusual and Creative Earrings. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > I can’t help it, but I find the ferocious Tiger Woods on the cover of Vanity Fair so sexy. (via @vivalogos and @vanityfairmag) It’s not uncommon for people who exhibit an extreme passion for something (art, music, sport, business, whatever) to be just as passionate sexually. All very normal and healthy until deceit becomes an ingredient in the mix. A while back I read Susie Bright’s interesting take: Tiger Woods’ Cuckold Fantasies. This is a great possibility for tit-for-tat. If Elin Nordegren really wants to keep her man, how about rounding up a couple of well-hung athletes for a romp in the Woods’ marriage bed, just in time for Tiger to walk in on them?

> > I was so fascinated looking at Walt Disney’s organizational chart. I must have stared at it for a good 10 minutes. I just couldn’t look away. It was interesting, kind of creepy, like looking at a corpse. Or maybe more like Walt Disney’s brain in a jar. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > This cock rocks long and hard. Nuff said. (via @MishkaNYC)

> > Further proof that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. The gender divide according to Google search autofill. (via @violetblue)

> > Personal news: We got a cat! This Siamese tom was beating up every other alley cat in our friends’ San Francisco neighborhood. He’s a beauty, but there was no peace to be had while he’s terrorizing their ‘hood, so we took him in. He roamed our giant coastside side yard for two days before he came back and settled in. Now he’s Jay’s studio cat love muffin.

> > Oh, and I dyed my hair purple. I’ll get photos up soon.

Jay wanted to momentarily take my mind away from the flood that hit my hometown so he invited Josh over. My man knows just what it takes to distract me. I had fun getting all dressed up with Jay while we waited for our guest to arrive. I’m glad I wore a tiny vinyl dress and thigh-high vinyl boots because by the end of the night I was all cumstruck! The guys soaked me with three loads between the two of them. I was a happy devil girl!

Video is up at MAYCAM.

We had a party at home. Friends came to play music. Downstairs, instruments were plugged into amps, the guys started jamming. Upstairs in the kitchen, Sam helped me do dishes.

I played the video for Jay. Sam was doing dishes, I was behind the camera, undoing his jeans, pulling his hard-on out of his pants and putting it in my mouth. I handed the camera to Sam so I could concentrate on swallowing his cock. I watched him watch me push it back and forth into my throat.

We heard a skirmish from downstairs. It sounded like someone was going up the stairs to where we were. We stopped everything. After making sure everything was all right downstairs, I went back up to finish the dishes.

Sam had already done them all so I started getting food ready. While I worked, Sam put his hands under my skirt. We rolled the camera again, this time he pushed his hard cock inside my pussy and fucked me against the sink as downstairs Jay wailed with the swell of the music.

I gripped Jay’s hard cock while he watched the video, which ended abruptly when guests knocked on our door. I could tell Jay had mixed feelings.

I had gotten drunk that night at the party. I wanted to be the drunk girl Jay fantasizes about. That one girl who still hangs around after everyone has left the party and is waiting to be taken advantage of. But I drank too much. I passed out cold. I woke up at three in the morning still wearing my party dress, and jumped Jay’s sleepy bones. By that time, though, the giddy excitement was gone.

I had a knot in my stomach. I had failed to share with Jay the excitement I felt with Sam while the moment was still hot.

The morning after the party I was hung over. I took a shower, ate a banana, took some Vitamin B to help nurse my hangover. The house was still asleep, so I laid on the couch reading “When God Was A Woman” by Merlin Stone. There were two chapters of great interest to me that morning, Chapter 7, “The Sacred Sexual Customs,” and Chapter 9, “And the Men of the City Shall Stone Her with Stones.”

The book describes an ancient matriarchal culture centered around a temple devoted to sacred sex, orgiastic free flowing sex with no strings attached. Through snippets from the Old Testament, the author tells the story of how the patriarchs violently slaughtered all who worshiped at the altar of sacred sex, in order to establish a patrilineal culture, one in which a woman’s virginity before marriage and her fidelity as a wife was imperative under penalty of death.

“I feel so guilty,” I told Jay. “No matter how far away I’ve gone from my Catholic upbringing, I still have inside me this fear in my gut of being stoned to death. I’m an adulteress. I’m a sinner.”

My man answered me, “Did you know that the word ’sinner’ really means someone who worships the moon? Sin is a Sumerian Moon God.”

My head cleared. Words are powerful. Used as a weapon words can stone a woman to death from thousands of years away. Used as a balm words can heal a body and soul.

I love this man. How I found him all the way from the other side of the world can only be a blessing from the Gods and Goddesses of Love. Everyday he reminds me of what is truly sacred in our lives.

Jay planted a garden into a hollow tree stump today. From the deck above I saw the crescent moon shape of the new plants in the potting soil he laid. There were tiny blue flowers and blue crystal marbles catching the sunlight.

Tonight, after I got him hard I asked him to take me outside. I only had a flimsy nightdress on, he had just come out of the shower and was wearing a thick warm bathrobe. The night air was cool but there was no breeze. A perfect summer evening.

I laid on my back on the picnic table, legs wide open for his cock. I watched him above me, constellations twinkling behind him. I thought of all the Gods and Goddesses frolicking in the night sky, kissing and licking and sucking and fucking and shuddering and cumming and laughing and hugging and loving and birthing and smiting and forgiving and starting all over again from kissing.

He pulled me off the table and down to suck his cock. He covered me with his warm robe, and I swallowed his cock in the snug darkness. He bucked hard and I gagged. He bucked harder then lifted me up to fuck me from behind, pulling my nightdress off my shoulders.

“I like seeing your tits,” he whispered. “They’re so pointy outdoors.”

We fucked and fucked dirty. He pushed his cock into my ass, my pussy, my mouth interchangeably and told me how happy he is to have a wife who gives herself fully to him. I told him I let him do anything he wants to me because I trust him fully.

“You dirty whore,” he called to me while he rammed his rock hard cock into me.

“I like being your dirty whore,” I am starting to like that name. I’m claiming these words as mine now: whore, adulteress, sinner… I take them as words of power and freedom. Love has set me free.

I’m free. Can I come over?

I gave Jay a devious smile. He typed into his phone.

Midnight.

I stepped down the stairs in black leather stilettoes, fishnet stockings held up by a lacy garter belt, a black and white dress, and my hair in two low ponytails. In the downstairs bedroom, Josh and Jay were waiting.

“Oh, wow!” Josh swaggered toward me, boldly grabbing a cheek of my ass and pinching a nipple through my dress. My nipples throbbed. It’s the time of the month when they get sensitive.

My two men undressed, and I turned around leading their cocks toward my mouth. I took each cock in my mouth, sucking each one to hardness. While I sucked on Jay’s cock, Josh jackhammered my cunt with his fingers. When it was Josh’s turn, he grabbed my ponytails and jammed his cock deep in my throat hard and fast until I gagged. Josh is huge! He’s at least 10 inches long. His cock is thick and smooth, hair neatly shaved. I caught my breath and looked up at him with a big smile. He’s getting more comfortable with me, bolder, more aggressive. I like it.

Jay stepped over to the other side of the bed, making room for me between the two of them. I positioned myself on all fours to suck Jay’s cock, and presented my upturned butt to Josh. He rolled a rubber on.

“Where do you want me?” Josh was hard and ready.

“In my pussy,” I begged. “I want you in my pussy first. Then I want you to take your rubber off before you fuck my ass. I want you to fill my ass with cum.”

“I don’t think that’s safe,” he started. “But I’ll fuck your ass good, and take my rubber off when I’m ready to cum. I’ll fill your ass.”

I thought it amusing that Josh didn’t mind putting his naked cock in my mouth, but thought it unsafe to fuck my pussy and ass without a condom. Safe sex propaganda warped into his own version of whatever makes him feel secure. It doesn’t make sense to me, but I wasn’t about to argue with him while I was bent over on all fours, my butt swinging from side to side, begging him, “Please…”

Jay drowned my pleas with his cock. Josh drove hard into my pussy, forcing me to swallow Jay’s cock. I was squeezed tight between two men pushing me even tighter into myself. My throat gurgled squeals as Josh whispered, “You like taking that big cock, don’t you?”

Josh looked over at Jay’s video camera, sitting placidly on the side table. “You wanna film this?” he asked. Jay turned the light and the camera on. I was still on all fours, still ready for more fucking.

Josh got back in my cunt, ground my meat hard, made my spine weak. Then he pulled out, and rammed his cock into my ass. “You like that? You like that big cock balls deep in your ass? Mmm… squealing, huh? You’re gonna take this big cock. Take it! Take it!” All that nasty talk while he plowed my ass deep drove me crazy.

“Now hold your ass wide open,” Josh ordered me. He stripped the rubber off his cock and jerked himself off into my gaping void. His legs were shaking. Jay was behind him with the camera, his arm shaking too. Josh stepped away, spent.

“Come here, Jay,” I called. “Put your cock inside me. I want to feel his cum oozing out of my ass while you fuck me.”

Jay turned me on my back and pushed his cock deep inside my sopping wet ass. He handed me the camera so he could give me a proper fucking. He shivered in the heat of my cum filled hole. “Let her lick your cock clean,” Jay told Josh. Josh’s fat cock filled my mouth again while Jay offered more cum into my overflowing ass.

Jay went off to wash up. “Kinky tonight, hmmm?” Josh smiled at me while he was getting dressed. I was still laying on my back on the bed, feeling satisfied.

When Jay got back, Josh was dressed. “Well, that was a lot of excitement for me for one night. I hope you don’t mind me just leaving.”

I gave him a hug. “Thanks for coming over.”

Later on, while I sat across my laptop, I asked Jay, “Does Josh know about MLS?”

“Yeah,” Jay said. “I sent him a link a while back. I even sent him your email address. Hasn’t he emailed you yet?”

“No,” I replied thoughtfully. I don’t mind. I’m starting to like him just coming and going as he does. No need get to know each other or be caught in politenesses. I like keeping it simple. He’s reliable, ready, hot and well hung. What more can we ask?

After I’ve been with another man, Jay can’t keep his hands off me. His palms erase any trace of the other man’s touch. He licks my pussy and ass tirelessly, cleaning me thoroughly. His cock gets bigger and harder than usual, engorged with primordial jealous rage, that stuff that causes horned beasts to ram their heads against each other. Jay fucks me and fucks me every way he can, claiming me, marking his territory. My body is used, exhausted, spent beyond what I can give.

When we have other lovers in our bed, we tend to over think the situation. I’d even consider a camera another lover. You are my other lover. I think about you when I take you to bed with me. I think about what you want, what you need to see, how to satisfy you. After it is all over, Jay and I relax, fall into each other and lose ourselves. My orgasms are more intense when he and I are alone.

He had been hanging out with Jay for an hour before I finally came to meet him. I don’t know much about him. We hadn’t emailed or talked on the phone or flirted in any way. I asked him how old he was. He said 26. I could have sworn he was only 18.

He and Jay stripped their shirts off for me. I slipped my little shorts off for them. Jay licked my pussy wet and dug in with his fingers. I asked our guest to do the same. Two men’s fingers digging into my soaking cunt got me moaning. We all undressed.

The two of them took turns with my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Josh’s cock grew big and hard in my mouth. He pulled off and walked away to put on a condom.

I usually like taking a man bareback, but I didn’t stop him. I like experimenting. This experience would be filed in my mental archives for future reference.

Jay instructed me to straddle Josh, and I did, first spitting on his protected cock, then slipping him into my pussy. He asked me to go slow. “I don’t want to cum yet, and I’m about to.” I slowly rode him, my fingers wrapped around his neck. Jay got ready to fuck my ass from behind.

“Have you ever had two cocks in your ass?” Josh asked.

“Yes, I love it!”

“If I put my cock in your ass, I’ll cum right away,” he pleaded.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Fill my ass with cum.”

Josh came three times tonight, each time he pulled his condom off and fed me his cock, got hard again and walked off to wear a fresh condom.

Jay asked me later how protected sex felt to me. It was a bit cold, no electricity that comes from skin-to-skin friction. The whole experience was a little mechanical for me. There was no foreplay, no flirtation, just straight to the nitty gritty get it on.

I miss Sam. I thought about him while I was getting it from both ends. I wished he was here.

I can feel my smile warm me up from head to toe. I’m a happily married mother and I’m flirting with a stranger. I do it all the time. Online and offline, with a smile, a few words typed or spoken, I spice up my life with flirtatious interactions with people, and it’s okay. Actually it’s more than okay. It’s very, very good.

3 Reasons Why Married People Should Flirt

1. We’re married, not dead. There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging beauty when it’s right in front of us. The sensory world is a joy to behold. I say, live! Enjoy life to its fullest! Appreciate the gifts mother nature bestows. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Life is too short and will be over in a blink of an eye. You get what I mean.
2. It makes us feel sexy. Flirting makes me feel vibrant, young and sexy. Later on when I come home to my husband I am all juiced up, brimming with powerful woman energy and ready to spread the sexy all around.
3. It can get us freebies. Though flirting for flirting’s sake is enough reason to do it, it doesn’t hurt that I’ve gotten a few perks from it. I flirt with pretty much anyone I come in contact with. You’d be surprised what people will do for you if you’re nice. The workaday world can get so drab and numbing. Flirting reminds people that they’re not machines.

Some of the people I flirt with I would be willing to bring home for a threesome. Others I flirt with just for the moment. As with any other kind of communication, be honest with the person you are flirting with. Don’t say anything you won’t do. Include your lover in the fun of flirting by sharing your escapades. It could ignite a sexy moment, or if not, at least engage each other in a conversation about how you feel about it.

How about you? Are you married and flirting? How do you feel about your lover doing the same?