As Americans continue debate the legal definition of marriage, they may want to consider the husbands and wives who blog about their sex lives; apparently, limiting nuptials to couples of the opposite sex didn't limit the ability of these spouses to define marriage on their own terms. One uxorious hubby shows his love by pouring a fireside glass of wine, another by blowing his wife's lover in advance of her 199th infidelity. And those who like their monogamy hot will miss sharing pillow talk with Ed and Sue as they pull up the covers on their Perfect Marriage.
Walk down the aisle with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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I love her first-thing-in-the-morning unshowered, unwashed, unperfumed smell. I hadn't showered either so we could luxuriate in each other's purely natural scent and let our pheromones kick into overdrive. It's just sheer unadulterated pleasure to take in her scent like that. And our passion quickly rose to a stratospheric level.
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About a year ago, my wife and I were going through a bad spell and were on the verge of divorcing before deciding to try again.
A few months had passed when Jen sat me done and told me she had had sex with another guy when we were apart and she begged me to forgive her. I was not that bothered, but I acted really hurt. She cried and cried until she offered to do anything I wanted to forgive her.
I agreed and added, "You must do what I ask without question and when I want you to for as long as I want." This opened up a whole realm of possibilities for me and I was going to make the most of it.
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The Teacher pulled me on top her and wiggled her body against mine. She was moaning and sighing as she kissed me all over. She tugged at my shirt and I let her pull it over my head. She put the palms of her hands on my chest and extended and retreated her fingers.
With her hands still on my chest, she said slowly, "I. . . want. . . you," pinching my nipple, "to. . .strip. . . . . me."
"Strip you? I thought you wanted to keep warm?"
With a cute little smile she said, "No questions! Just strip me."
- Biker's Balls and Teacher's Tits
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And then, as soon as she cleared the threshold, I closed the door and she saw me standing there, my cock already semi-erect from the excitement I'd been planning for us.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and ordered her, "Get down on your knees and suck my cock . . . you're my slut tonight."
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And then he started my rubdown. He poured oil all over my back--and took a picture as it pooled in the small of my back . . .
He rubbed down my legs too, but then I guess he couldn't resist that pussy peeking out at him so he spread my legs and starting licking me. Then he played with my clit with just a fingertip. It felt so damn good--he knows just how to touch me.
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A Heavy Storm Changes Our Date Night Plans
Our estimate was right on the money. We got home around 6:30 with kid's arrival time home expected shortly after 7:00. Dee and Don kissed only a little before dispensing with the affectionate hellos to get out of their clothes. The stripping was perfunctory. Dee and Don undressed themselves and joined each other nude on the bed. Don laid back and Dee slid atop him. They contined kissing while I sucked Don's cock to get him fully stiff and then guided him to where Dee was warm and moist and waiting for him to enter her.
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