Hot Married Sex

Dirty sex, filthy sex, nasty sex – it seems that most of us like to, or are at least in the habit of, describing sex in fairly dark ways. Of course, very few of us really believe that sex is dirty, filthy or nasty, but there is something about “getting down and dirty” that sounds a lot more appealing than “making sweet sweet love”.

The same observation can be made about the way in which we talk to our partners about and during the sexual act. “I want to fuck you hard” tends to get the primal desires roused far more effectively than “I want to enjoy rigorous intercourse with you”, even though both statements say roughly the same thing.

I think that our preference for “dirty words” stems from cultural ideas about sex that were handed down to us during childhood. Many of us were taught, either explicitly or implicitly, that “cock”, “cunt” and “fuck” were “dirty, nasty words” and shouldn’t be used to describe genitalia or the act of intercourse. In fact, all three were the regular Saxon words for precisely those things, and it wasn’t until society arbitrarily decided they were impolite that they were viewed as anything other than regular words. Naturally, as soon as polite society outlawed the open use of such words, they were all endowed with the ability to turn us on more than they had ever done previously.

Of course, some people really do think that sex itself is a dirty subject, and some people consider even married sex to be a waste of time unless the couple in question are trying to have children. Okay, maybe such people will concede that it’s acceptable to have a bit of missionary once a month “as a token”, but even mention oral sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation or handcuffs and they will look at you as if you need locking away.

In a way, this isn’t such a bad thing, because it can add a hue of teenage rebellion to married sex that keeps us feeling young and daring. “How many other married couples fuck as hot and hard as we do?” we might ask ourselves in a self-congratulatory way. The fact is that millions of other married couples are just as hot and hard in the bedroom, but because society likes to keep such facts away from the public consciousness, we all end up feeling a bit unique and rather proud.

That being the case, I suggest you forget everything I just said. Married couples should be pure and wholesome, not having dirty, filthy, nasty sex. And if you do have dirty, filthy, nasty sex with all of that cock-sucking and pussy-licking business, you’re depraved and should be flogged. And whatever you do, don’t think about cumming hard tonight in that bedroom of yours – it’s just wrong, I tell you…

Many people say that they would like to have sex more often than they do right now, and the good news is that having more sex is quite easy. All you have to do is forget about the frequency and focus on improving the quality of the sex you already have. If you do this, both of you will naturally want to have hot sex more often.

The problem for too many couples is that the sex they have is rudimentary, repetitive and boring. This being the case, it isn’t surprising that it only takes place once a week or once a month. But when the sex is hot, varied and exciting, both partners will want to enjoy it more often. In other words, if you look after the quality, the quantity will take care of itself.

The biggest enemy of hot sex is routine. Even the hottest sexual scenario which originally makes him hard and her damp at the sheer mention of it will lose its appeal if it is repeated over and over with no variety. You should therefore make an effort to shake things up on a regular basis, and avoid doing the same thing twice in one week. If you can avoid doing the same thing twice in a month, so much the better.

Married couples have so many options when it comes to having hot sex that achieving this isn’t as difficult as it might sound. You can role play a dozen different scenarios, have sex in at least half a dozen different places and try scores of sexual positions. One day she can be Miss Scarlet in the kitchen with the whipped cream, and the next time he can be Colonel Shafter in the bedroom with the blindfold. You can take erotic photographs or videos of each other, talk dirty, or even take the wedding dress out of storage and rediscover the erotic potential of the good old-fashioned missionary position. Make as much noise as you can during sex on one day, and try to be totally silent the next… I could continue listing different ways of making sex varied and novel, but if you don’t get the idea by now then you aren’t paying attention.

Unless one partner has a medical problem which causes low libido (in which case a visit to the doctors is in order) most couples can enjoy more sex by forgetting about frequency and focusing on making the sex that they do have as hot as varied as possible, as just described.

Virtual sex is something that seems to be increasingly common, thanks in no small part to online worlds such as Second Life. These allow you to adopt an on-screen persona known as an avatar and enjoy a virtual life in a surprisingly well rendered 3D environment. With the content of the virtual world being created by the users themselves, it isn’t a shock to discover that sex plays as big a part of virtual life as it does real life.

Someone who is totally new to virtual worlds might be surprised to learn that in a place like Second Life you can visit strip clubs, hire escorts, explore BDSM dungeons, take in a porn movie or simply meet a girlfriend and get jiggy in the privacy of your own virtual home. Players can even get married in Second Life.

With full support for voice chat on private channels as well as text chat, virtual sex in a world like Second Life can be likened to animated phone sex. And whilst many married couples would consider such virtual sex to be tantamount to cheating if their spouse got involved with a third party, couples can play the game together and explore their sexual fantasies in a whole new way.

If you have two computers in the house, you could both log onto Second Life, spend a little time making your avatars look attractive (the “noob” look isn’t very appealing) and then experience various sexual scenarios with each other. Fancy having sex outdoors with a dozen or more people watching? There are open sex areas where you can do just that. Want to have a more romantic experience in a virtual ballroom (perhaps because you have kids who make the real thing impossible right now)? You can do that to. In fact, as long as it’s legal and consenting, there’s nothing you can’t do in Second Life.

Virtual sex isn’t for everyone by any means, and after dabbling for a while my wife and I discovered we preferred having a good old-fashioned conversation. That said, we did enjoy playing with slave / master scenarios, being naughty in public and making our avatars as sexually brazen as possible. And, as a form of high-tech foreplay, the game was quite effective.

Of course, Second Life isn’t all about sex, and there’s lots of other things that you and your spouse can do in this virtual world. Make friends from around the world, go for a walk through a rain forest, visit Amsterdam, New York, Paris or Venice. If you can imagine it, the chances are you can do it.

Creating a Second Life character and playing the game costs nothing (though you may want to upgrade your account for a few dollars so that you can buy your own land if you intend to play long term) so if you fancy experiencing virtual sex with your spouse just to see what it’s like, you can do so. Simply visit the Second Life web site to get started.

This is part two of my Phone Sex story, so if you haven’t yet read the first part, take a quick detour to Phone Sex - Part I and do so now. Otherwise, read on, and expect explicit language.

     “Lie back on the bed and open your legs, wide.”
     His voice on the other end of the phone was calm yet commanding, and she didn’t hesitate do follow his instructions the moment he had uttered them.
     “Okay,” she said.
     “Where are your hands?”
     “My left is holding the phone.”
     “And your right hand?”
     She smiled and glanced down at her right hand.
      “Stroking.”
      “Stroking what?”
      “You know what.”
      “I do. But I want you to be specific.”
      “I’m stroking my pussy.”
      “Try again.”
      “I’m stroking my hot, tight, pussy. And I’m getting very wet listening to you.”
      She loved the way he always insisted on her stating the obvious, and on describing what she was doing in as much detail as possible. She knew that he got turned on listening to her talk dirty, and if the truth be told, it always turned her on just as much.  
      “Start rubbing your clit,” he said. “And as you do, tell me what you’re thinking.”
      “Okay,” she said. “I’m thinking about the last time I was with you. You had me tied to the bed and you tongue fucked me for what seemed like hours. I looked down at you and saw that animal look you get in your eyes when you’re eating me out.” Although she wasn’t totally aware of it, her right hand was steadily gathering speed as she related the thoughts to him.
      “I made you talk like a dirty slut that night, didn’t I?”
      “Yes,” she said, and her pussy twinged at the memory.
      “Well it would make sense for you to do the same again, seeing as you’re thinking about that night anyway.”
      “What do you want me to say?”
      “Can’t you remember what you said the last time?” he laughed.
      “Oh, I can remember,” she said. The fact was, she’d thought of it constantly for a couple of days, and had to change several pairs of panties as a consequence.
      “Go on then. Talk to me.”
      “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
      “How?”
      “Hard. I want you to make me your dirty little slut. I want you to take me. Own me. Use me.”
      “I am using you. Right now.”
      “God, yeah. I know. And I fucking love it.
      Her right hand was rubbing hard on her clit, which had swollen considerably in the last couple of minutes.
      “I want your cock,” she said. “I need it. So fucking badly.”
      “Keep going, but don’t cum until I say you can.”
      She swallowed hard, her breathing already quite shallow.
      “I want you to pin my hands down above my head and fuck me hard. I want you to call me names.”
      “Like what?”
      “Nasty names. Bitch. Whore. Slut. Call me a cock tease and tell me you’re gonna give it to me hard to teach me a lesson. Oh, god, yes…”
      “Alright. Stop.”
      His voice was firm and final.
      “What?”
      “Take your hand away from your pussy and stop. That’s all for tonight.”
      She did as he commanded, but her clit was aching. Another minute or so and she would have cum big time.
      “You bastard. You can’t expect me to stop, just like that. Finish me.” She gritted her teeth. “Finish me now.”
      “Maybe next time,” he said, and hung up.

* * * * * * * *

      He enjoyed the last mouthful of bourbon and put the empty glass down on the table. A glance at the clock told him it was nine thirty. He rose from his armchair, flicked off the lamp in the corner of the room and headed upstairs.
      You’ve got to keep them keen, he thought with a smile. Besides, she really does love being teased. She just wasn’t expecting you to let her get that far…
      When he reached the top of the stairs he flicked off the hall light and pushed open the door. She threw a cushion at him as soon as he entered the room.
      “That’s for letting me get so worked up,” she said. “You did it deliberately.”
      “Yes,” he said.
      “She tried not to smile, but didn’t quite succeed. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever married you in the first place,” she said.
      “You married me because you knew you’d enjoy playing games like this.”
      He smiled and closed the door. Tonight they’d fuck like demons, and all it had taken was half an hour of creative preparation. Whoever said married sex was boring needed to get themselves some education.

Erotic fiction is something that I hope to write more of here at Hot Married Sex, and after giving it a whirl with Erotica For Her, I’m now going to attempt something slightly different with a two-part story entitled Phone Sex. Expect explicit language, and let me know what you think…

Phone Sex – Part I

He set his glass of bourbon down on the oak side table and settled into the dark leather armchair beside it. A glance at the pendulum wall clock told him it was one minute to nine in the evening, and he pressed a couple of buttons on his mobile phone, then snapped it shut just as quickly.
     No, make her wait, he thought. Sixty seconds more won’t kill you.
     He watched the pendulum swing back and forth, each complete movement marking another second gone by. The more he watched, the longer each swing seemed to take, and he thought it funny how the mind can play tricks on itself like that. The sway of the pendulum reminded him of the way her hips moved when she walked, and when the clock finally struck nine he was almost disappointed that it shattered his idle fantasy.
     After waiting for the last chime to sink back into silence, he flipped open his phone and dialled again.      Her phone rang once, twice and then she answered.
     “You’re late,” she said.
     “Actually I’m exactly on time.”
     “But you knew I’d be waiting for you.”
     “And that’s why I didn’t ring sixty seconds ago,” he smiled.
     “You’re a bastard,” she hissed. “You know I hate being teased.”
     He reached for his glass and took a slow sip of the dark amber liquid, savouring the burn for a long moment before finally swallowing. “I know you say that,” he said. “But you love it really.”
     She laughed softly at that, and he could imagine her squirming with delight.
     “What are you wearing?” he asked.
     “A silk negligee. That black one you bought me. Remember?”
     “How could I forget? Are you wearing the panties too?”
     “No. I’m not wearing any panties, if you must know.”
     An image of her pussy flashed into his mind as she said that. Shaved, smooth, inviting. He’d spent several delightful evenings with his head between her thighs, and he was looking forward to many more in the future. His groin stirred as he considered the prospect.
     “You’ve gone quiet. What are you thinking about?”
     “Nothing much.”
     “Liar. You were thinking about me laying here with no panties, weren’t you?”
     “Maybe.”
     “Good. I like you thinking those things. I’d much rather you were here with me in person, though. My pussy is aching. It needs your tongue.”
     “Stop,” he said. “I’m a married man.”
     “That never held you back before.”
     “No, it didn’t.”
     “And I’m glad. Aren’t you?”
     He took another sip of bourbon and smiled. “Yes. I’m very glad.”
     “Well then.” She giggled at her small victory. “What’s it going to be tonight?”
     “I’m in a controlling mood,” he said.
     “Mmmmm” she moaned, “I like those.” Then she added, “How long do you have alone?”
     “She won’t be back for at least an hour.”
     “Okay then. Let’s get started….”