Stoney tried to kiss me but I pushed him away and flipped him, straddling him and holding his arms down.  “You’re getting me all muddy,” he whined playfully.  I smushed my hand down in the mud and smeared it on his cheek, laughing.

Finally I kissed him and the passion ignited quickly, the adrenaline from struggling adding an intensity.  I ground against him and he grabbed my hips roughly.  Impatient, I tore his pants open and hungrily swallowed his cock while straddling his leg, massaging my swollen clit.

When I let it slide out of my mouth, he threw me back to the ground and squeezed my breasts hard while sinking his cock inside me with wild abandon.  His eyes closed and the look on his face held more intensity than I ever noticed.  Oblivious to the mud all over us or the fact that we were outside in the yard, he allowed his need to completely envelop him.  His raw desire brought me to a hard and fast climax, unable to contain my exclamations of pleasure, I cared not who might hear.  The world around us didn’t exist…it was only us.

He drove into me, massaging my g-spot, with another loud cry I felt the sweet gush of fluids pour from my sex and onto the ground to mix with the mud.  The warm and welcoming feeling of the flood pushed Stoney over the edge and he moaned loudly as his orgasm pulsed through the two of us, seeming to last for minutes on end. 

He fell on top of me and we laid breathless before looking around us.  The neighbors dog was watching us with interest we didn’t spy anyone else around.  Then we looked at each other and laughed at the mud spots all over us.  “I think there’s mud in my ears!  Let’s get in and take a shower.”

“Well if you insist.”

My husband, StoneyCloudfire and I have been really enjoying our ninja training lately.  Along with the standard kicks and punches which comprise the “hard” style of martial arts, we learn the “soft” style.  Don’t be fooled by the name, the soft style carries with it much more danger because it uses no strength or muscle, simply the opponents weight and balance against him. 

He and I frequently choose each other as partners in class.  Our familiarity helps us get to the core of the exercise and legally coping a feel of my husband in class outweighs throwing over a skinny 11 year old boy any day.   The other day we were practicing a technique and suddenly I flew threw the air and landed on the mat before I even knew what hit me.  A thrill went through my spine I smiled, “You’ll have to try that on me again later.”  He winked back at me.

Later that evening we were out on the porch enjoying a cigarette and talking about our class.  “I’d like to practice that technique some more,” I said.  So we wandered out into the yard and took our positions.

“I’ll go first, you try and grab me.”  Stoney reached for my neck and I blocked it quickly turning around so that he was behind me and I could lift him up on my hip.  In one smooth movement he flew around and onto the ground.

“Oof, that was good, I think you’re getting it. I didn’t really think about the fact that it has been raining for a few days, my ass is wet, ” he said.  “My turn.”

I grabbed his wrist and he broke free, before I even realized he had a hold of my arm, I sailed through the air and landed with a thud on the ground.  He held my arm while standing over my head for the finishing move of the technique.  “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, our shifu would make you do push ups for asking me that!”  I took his moment of hesitation to push his leg out from under him and we landed in a heap on the ground, playfully wrestling together, jockeying for position.  Until we started taking this class we had never been much with the horseplay so I found this amusing and thrilling.  My body squished into the mud deliciously as he pressed down onto me, holding my hands above my head.  I strugged against him with my lower body.  Soon his erection pressed against me and I now writhed in desire instead of resistance…

Happy Monday everyone!  Silver and I went to an Underwater Equinox party Friday night…we were actually on dry land pretending to be underwater in a black-light, psychedelic kind of way.  As usual, Silver went all out with her aquatic themed outfit, and looked quite smashing.  She wore white fishnets that glowed under the black-lights.  In an ultra sexy dance floor moment, another woman at the party came up to Silver and started rubbing her hands up and down Silver’s fishnets.  I have the same tactile response to fishnets myself.  They just scream “Rub me!”   I frequently obey, so I found it very hot to see another woman give in to the same urge, with a total stranger no less!

Fortunately, Silver’s darling husband cleaned the van out for us, so I was able to feel the fishnets up privately after the party.  We moved the van to a quiet parking lot, and made out in the back seat.  The night air was chilly, so we had to leave most of our clothes on.  Maneuvering through the fishnet holes to find her clit was a challenge, but my tiny, ambidextrous hands managed.

I’m sorry to say that Silver won’t be able to confirm or deny anything about her fishnets until further notice.  She dumped an entire venti iced coffee on her laptop yesterday, and is officially offline for a while.  I’ve often feared that her coffee and computer habits would some day collide, and alas, it has happened.

On the bright side, my husband finally has a complete shave.  He thinks it makes his dick look bigger.  He did some of it himself, but when I caught him trying to see if he could pee and shave at the same time, I took over.  Now if we can just control the after-itch…

Ok, so I’ve been playing with the beard trimmer for the past two nights, and I still haven’t managed to complete the task.  The first night that I swore I was going to shave my husband’s pubic hair, I was thwarted by the fact that the trimmer had to charge for 16 hours before it could be used.  Ok…so I just fucked him instead.

Next evening he comes home, though, eager for his shave!  Apparently the wait had upped the excitement level.  I experiment on myself first, giving my bush a nice post-modern crew cut down to the clit level, and shaving everything else smooth.  It looks great!  But the power used for my trim exhausted the supply.  He comes up to the bathroom, champagne glass in hand, and asks if it’s his turn.

“Well,” I replied, “we have a problem.  It needs to be charged again!”

“What?” he groaned.  “What’s a man gotta do to get shaved around here?”

I apologized for sucking up all the power, but he still had to taunt me a little, saying that he guessed he was just going to have to put an ad on Craig’s List for a woman who could shave him.  In rebuttal, I plugged the trimmer back in, and fucked him senseless again…this time sitting on his face and making him lick my freshly shaven pussy.  I can be very forceful when provoked!

After we were done, I went to check the trimmer, and behold…it started working again!  Thinking that it was fully charged, I commenced the operation on his pubic hair.  He submitted quite easily, as the champagne and sex had mellowed him out.  As fate would have it, though, I only got half way through before the trimmer died again.  Oops!  I tucked him into bed with promises of finishing tonight.

I bought a beard trimmer to trim my pubic hair.  Granola Girl is in fits, but I’ve managed to bury her deep within my psyche for the time being!  Anyway, I’ve tried shaving my bikini line with razors before and I really only end up butchering myself.  Problem is, if I let everything grow out completely (as Granola Girl would have me do), then I feel like Sasquatch!  I don’t think Sasquatch gets much oral sex.

So the beard trimmer is an experiment in hair maintenance.  Theoretically it should allow me to shave all the parts that I like shaved (pubic lips and above the clit), and keep fuzzy all the parts that I like fuzzy (everything else).  It comes with all kinds of cool attachments, which makes it tempting to do designs and shit in my bush.  I thought of etching out a peace symbol.

It also occurred to me that I could trim other people…hmmm, like maybe the hubby!  He lets the hair above his cock grow out, and I’ve often wondered what it would look like shaved off.  I think tonight’s the night, ladies and gentlemen, that I find out.  He’s already agreed, in theory, to letting me shave him many times.  On the off chance that he changes his mind, though, I’ve already offered to take him out for beers tonight.  The plan will be to get him buzzed, and THEN suggest that I trim him up a bit before giving him a blow job!  Should work, wouldn’t ya think?

My husband was out of town for a few days this week.  As is normally the case when he’s gone, I find myself craving the taste of his cock.  Upon his return, I plot ways to throw him on the bed and wrap my lips around his tasty member.  I love sucking cock!

This time, however, his return was ill-timed to coincide with the arrival of his mother.  So here I am plotting blowjobs, and my mother-in-law is in the house.  No kidding…she’s downstairs right this very minute feeding him Chex party mix…the same party mix that he’s eaten since he was like five.  (I rocked his world a few years back when I pointed out the recipe on the Chex box to him and said that really anyone can make this stuff!  Of course for mine to taste like hers, I need the antique turkey roaster that she uses, which she won’t part with until death.)

Anyway, I can’t help but wonder how she would feel to know that I’m planning on ravaging her son’s dick as soon as he finishes his snack mix and comes to bed.  Would she be upset?  Would she be thrilled that her adult son is getting some action?  Would she consider me a good wife?  It’s true I don’t make him snack mix, BUT I do take good care of his cock!  That should count for something!

I hear the clammer of empty bowls downstairs, which means he’ll be up here soon.  I’m preparing to indulge in one of my lengthy blowjobs.  I can easily spend 15 minutes or so just licking the tip of his penis before I even begin to swallow the shaft.  I really think rhythm is the key to a good blowjob…a nice steady rhythm that gradually increases in speed and urgency.  I moan quite a lot when my mouth is full of cock.

He’s mounting the stairs.  Gotta run everyone!

I just have time for a quick post here before planning the sex/sushi party at my house tonight.  I’ve been off hiking this morning and soaking in some local hot springs, so I’m mellow and smooth.  I just checked the blog and saw Silver’s post about an ingrown pubic hair, which ironically reminded me of a little faux pas that I committed the other day with my husband.  I’m really anal about my lingerie matching…bras and underwear MUST match!  But like most women, I have undergarments that are relegated as spares…you know, for when the laundry is piling up or I’m having my period.  “Spares” are not for sex, of course, and they typically come from Wal-Mart.

The other night my husband and I were getting amorous.  The kid was asleep; he’d finished a paper.  So we’re groping each other on the bed. He takes my shirt off, and is moaning about how sexy I look in my black silk bra.  My eyes are closed as I enjoy his compliments and his hands.  He reaches down to undo my pants.  I’m getting all excited.  The next thing I hear is a laughing rendition of:

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…who lives in a pineapple under the sea?”

I snap out of it and glance down at my underwear.  Shit!  A screen print of Spongebob Squarepants was winking at me and giving me a thumbs up!  It was the Spongebob undies!  How on earth could I have made the mistake of putting on Spongebob and black silk?  That’s beyond mismatch!  It’s true that the laundry was piling up (10 loads in fact), but the Spongebobs were the spares for the spares. Surely I had other underwear!

I recovered the moment by yanking those things off and nose diving onto my husband’s penis.  After the deed was done, though, he asked me if I had bought those undies for myself or for our daughter.  I confessed that they had originally been intended for her, but were way too big.  I threw them in my underwear drawer rather than return them to Wal-Mart.  What I didn’t confess to him, though, was that when I have PMS I like wearing them so that I see someone giving me a thumbs up every time I pee.

So I’ve been cleaning house all week trying to get ready for a visit from the mother in law, and I thought things looked pretty good. Then I was doing a load of laundry and looked over to see my red corset and red fishnet hose laying by there where I had left them to dry. That would have been interesting sight for my (frigid) mother in law and my (queer) brother in law!

Here’s what sucks about polyamory…with two households that contain small kids, Silver and I are frequently in the bind of having no where to fuck.  When the weather is warmer, we’re out in the van.  We’ve gone to hotels…we’ve used other people’s houses…we’ve groped in public restrooms.  All that is fine and good, but I think her and would both agree that, after a while, it gets tiring to have to constantly look for a place to have sex.  I guess this is what teenagers have to deal with all the time

Last night we went out on the town.  She was all dressed up in black pants and a frilly top.  Under the frilly top was a new bra!  I get excited over new bras.  My first plan was to go to the lingerie store, and take over the corset changing room for about 20 minutes.  But alas, the store was closed!  Thwarted!

We drive over to the hookah bar (every town needs one of those) and start looking for a quiet corner over there.  All of the private areas were taken.  We threw our coats down on a large snuggle couch, and upon returning from the bar, discovered two horny 20-somethings had taken our couch.  Thwarted!  So we ended up on a couch in the middle of the room…across from two lesbians who were out with their chihuahua.  (Silver, if we ever go lesbian, let’s not buy a chihuahua and take it to bars with us…that just seemed tacky!  K?)

After groping on the couch for a while, we moved to the restroom.  Here I got a peek at the new bra!  We kissed a while and made a plan to make out in the car before another woman walked in on us.

We moved the car over to a remote parking lot behind the coffee shop where Silver works.  I’m always a bit nervous about getting spotted in the car, but Silver assured me that she knew the cops on this beat rather well.  “I’ll just offer to give them free coffee if they catch us, ” she said.

The van is SO much better for making out.  My car is a little Saturn stick shift.  We start kissing.  The emergency break got in the way.  I’m groping her breasts, and all the layers of winter clothing get in the way.  We couldn’t even find my crotch under the coat and thick corduroy pants that I was wearing!  So then the plan became that we’d just kiss for a while, as warm-up, and then each run home and fuck our husbands silly.

Again, the Universe was thwarting us last night…her husband ended up being doped up on cough syrup and mine was deep in the bowels of a grad school paper due Monday.  Silver, I hope you at least broke out the chick rocket or my purple penis.  I, for one, am taking an early lunch and heading to the steam room!  Look at James!

We’re in the midst of a blizzard here, so the husband and I had to find a way to entertain ourselves last night!  Turns out he really likes taking pictures of me…and he’s getting good at talkin’ naughty while I’m posing.  I was being told to arch my back like I’m getting fucked for this shot.  I’m an obedient model!  Oh, and this is my new lingerie.  Check out the ruffles!

His birthday is tomorrow, so I’m plotting more devilishness for tonight.  In the meantime, though, happy birthday, baby!  I feel very fortunate to be married to such an awesome guy.  You’re the best!