I guess I have always been attracted to older women. I lost my virginity to a woman eight years my senior, and the experience showed me that mature, experienced women could teach me a whole lot.

Following graduation from college, I got a job at a very upper class tennis club in Massachusetts as an instructor in the weight room. I would admire all the sexy wives and girlfriends of wealthy doctors and lawyers who had nothing better to do all day than play a few sets of tennis, use the stairmaster or lounge around the pool.

Annette would come in about five o clock every afternoon. She was one of the few single women who regularly used the weight room. At forty, she had a figure a college girl would have been proud of. A tiny five foot three, her body was honed to perfection with years of exercise, and she would prance around the room showing off her curves. Over the course of a couple of months, we flirted with each other a lot. I fantasized what it would be like to hold her naked, sweating body next to mine, but I never dreamed I d ever find out.

One Friday we were flirting as usual, each of us getting bolder until the conversation turned explicitly sexual. I asked Annette if she would like to go skinny dipping in the pool with me after the club closed. She didn t know if I was really serious, but she readily agreed. After she finished her workout and I closed up the weight room, we met at a bar down the street and waited there until I was sure everybody had left the club. Then we walked back to the club and I sneaked us in a back door.

We shuffled through a maintenance area feeling like horny teenagers sneaking around so our parents wouldn t find us. We finally arrived at the pool, and I suggested a whirlpool first. I started shedding my clothes, but Annette hesitated until she saw I meant business.

I was sitting in the steamy whirlpool as I watched Annette undress. She had a nice allover tan, and her breasts were high and firm, obviously a credit to all those bench presses in the weight room. As a matter of fact, her whole body looked fantastic. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her legs were muscular and shapely. She looked even better naked than in the leotard she worked out in. She dropped her clothes on a lounge chair and walked toward the whirlpool, not trying to hide her body at all. She was rightly proud of the body she had sculpted over the years.

By the time she stepped into the water, I had a raging hard on that begged for attention. Steam rose from the water as we embraced, kissing passionately as our hands explored each other s body. I ran my hands down her back and took hold of her asscheeks. As I squeezed, she flexed her ass muscles like a gymnast. I could tell that I was in for some athletic sex!

With our tongues probing each other s mouth, I lifted Annette to the edge of the whirlpool. Sweat and steam were beading her face and neck and rolling down her chest. In the faint light I could see that her nipples were firm and erect. I kissed my way down her neck, tasting the salt from her body as she panted with excitement.

Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I could tell from her moans that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her breasts were perfect, firm globes just the right size for her trim body. I alternated between them, pushing them together and teasing the nipples with my thumbs.

I continued down her stomach with my kisses until I reached her neatly trimmed pussy. She spread her legs slightly to expose light brown hair that did nothing to hide her protruding pussy lips. I ran my tongue up her slit and ran circles around her clitoris, holding the lips back with my thumbs. I kept this up as she ran her fingers through my hair, telling me how wonderful my tongue felt. After ten minutes or so, Annette pulled me up and said she wanted to do the same to me.

I stood on one of the steps as Annette perched on the edge of the whirlpool. My aching cock was even with her face as she took hold of it. At first she just pumped it with her hand, taking only the head in her mouth. I steadied myself in the bubbling water by holding her head. Soon she was bobbing up and down and taking my whole length into her throat.

I could feel my balls tighten as my shaft disappeared into her hot mouth. I was in seventh heaven. The combination of the rising steam from the bubbling water and the workings of Annette s spectacular mouth was making me dizzy. I wasn t sure whether I d come or pass out first, but just before the crisis point, I pulled her off me and we rolled onto the deck beside the whirlpool.

I picked her up and carried her over to a lounge chair beside the pool, laying her on her back. My cock was still at attention, and I sat down on the end of the lounger facing her, and she spread her legs so I could slide up between them. With my cock inches from her pussy, she reached down and spread her lips apart. I moved up, my feet firmly planted on either side of the chair, and pushed my cock into her. After a few strokes I was deep inside her, pumping back and forth as I played with her nipples with my free hands.

I felt the come rising into my shaft, and I slowed the pace so I wouldn t explode too early. I wanted Annette to enjoy all the stamina of a younger man! She reached down and started playing with her clitoris, rubbing it with her finger as I continued to plunge into her. Watching her play with herself while she gasped out how good I felt inside her was too much for me. She shuddered with a powerful orgasm, and mine followed seconds later. I collapsed on top of her. Our sweating bodies were heaving as if we d just finished a hard workout and I guess you could say we had.

After a bit, we showered together and put our clothes back on. As we kissed in the parking lot, we agreed that this was a wonderful addition to our gym routine, and we promised to keep it up a promise, I m happy to say, we both enjoyed fulfilling. Annette confirmed my love of older women, and I m glad I showed her some of the delights to be had with a young stud, too.

Mr. S.B., Connecticut

My boyfriend, Mark, and I have been living together for three years. We have an intense, loving, sexual relationship, and have explored many different ways to pleasure each other. But nothing prepared me for the surprise Mark gave me for my thirty fourth birthday.

When I arrived home from work, I was greeted with a big hug and a passionate kiss. He had run a hot bath for me, and said he had something else special planned for after.

Shedding my clothes, I stepped into the tub. The hot water and the perfumed bubbles were beginning to work their magic, and I let my fingers drift to caress my breasts, giving special attention to my nipples. All goose pimply with anticipation, I heard Mark call that he d laid out clothes for me to wear.

Drying off, I went into the bedroom and saw what he had chosen. He d laid out my thigh high patent leather boots along with my lace up leather teddy with the open bra cups and split crotch. As I finished dressing, Mark came up behind me, cupping my exposed breasts and lightly pinching my nipples. Laying me down on the bed, he proceeded to use some old scarves of mine to tie me spread eagled on the bed.

With my breasts and pussy all exposed, I could feel dewy moisture beginning to wet my slit. Mark bent down, kissing me as he tweaked my nipples. I moaned at the sensation, and he told me it was just the beginning.

I watched with fascination as he pulled clothespins out of the drawer and attached one to each of my nipples and my clitoris. The pleasure/ pain of it was nearly unbearable, especially when he bent to lick my engorged love button. The feeling was even stronger when he removed the clips and sensation flooded back into those bruised nubs. I was washed in a tidal wave of orgasm, crying out like an animal in heat as he fucked me with his fingers.

Letting me regain my composure, Mark removed his own clothes, and I could see that his cock was hard and purple with desire. I begged him to let me suck it, but he just smiled and asked if I was ready for more. I nodded, and he untied my legs, using the scarves to refasten them to my wrists, my ass pointing up at him. What a lovely ass, he said. Too bad it s so pale.

He began to spank my bottom with a ping pong paddle, and the warm glow from my ass spread inward. Hot and wet for more, I begged him to fuck my ass. Lubricating his cock with the tube of KY jelly that we keep handy, he pushed into me, filling my ass with his delicious cock. Sliding in and out, he increased his rhythm, setting up another wave of orgasm to rip through my body. As he massaged my clitoris with his finger, the tension built. And then suddenly I came, my ass squeezing down on his cock as his hot come gushed into me.

Kissing me deeply, Mark untied me, lowering my legs to the bed and nestling his head between my breasts. I caressed his head, smoothing the unruly hair and murmuring endearments. It had been an amazing experience, and one we would both be eager to try again.

Ms. W.T., Maine

About two years ago, I was working as an assistant manager for a small bank. One morning the manager called me to his desk. He explained that one of our customers was being hounded by the IRS, and he needed me to locate the records of previous transactions, which were stored down in the basement. Normally, such an assignment was given to a clerk. However, this particular customer was a close personal friend of the manager, so I was given the job. He could tell I wasn t thrilled with this task and, to my delight, he assigned a clerk to help me.

Maria was a very sexy Hispanic girl, barely five feet tall, with shoulder length black hair and a most pleasant personality. Maria and I had been coworkers for four years. Each and every day I checked her out while fantasizing about how she looked in sexy underwear. Little did I know my fantasy was going to become a reality.

With the information we needed for our assignment, Maria led the way to the basement. On this particular day, she was wearing a black blouse, a tight red skirt, shiny red pumps and dark stockings. The way she was walking suggested that she knew I was checking her out. I couldn t take my eyes off her skirt, admiring the way it hugged her gorgeous hips and ass.

Just the two of us were in the basement. As Maria bent over to move some file boxes out of her way, I noticed the garter bumps through her skirt. My cock was ready for lift off. She proceeded to reach for a file folder perched on a shelf that was a little too high for her. As she stretched, both her heels slid out of her sexy pumps. As she stepped back so I could get the folder, she brushed up against my rock solid cock. She turned around and with a cute smile said, Oh my, did I cause that?

With my heart in my mouth, I said, Yes, I m afraid you did.

I never expected what happened next. Maria said, Maybe we should give your friend some air. She then proceeded to undo my pants and, in one motion, pulled them down together with my briefs. There, isn t that better? she asked as she ever so gently cradled my balls in her hand. At that point my legs felt as if they were going to give out.

Maria took a step back and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down slowly to reveal first her garter belt and then her stocking tops. After stepping out of her skirt, she wasted no time removing her blouse. So there stood my fantasy, right before my eyes, wearing hot pink crotchless panties that framed her clean shaven pussy, a black garter belt and a hot pink bra, which snapped closed in the front and pushed together her beautiful breasts.

And there I stood, with my cock staring at the ceiling, craving Maria s feminine touch. She continued to stand there before me, giving me a few more moments just to look at her up and down, from her sexy eyes down to her perfect slender ankles. As she stepped toward me, she said, Do you think I haven t noticed you undressing me with your eyes the last few years?

Can you blame me? I answered. And then she smiled and knelt down and took my throbbing cock into her mouth. She took in every inch as she looked up at me. She saw by the look on my face that I was about to come, so she got up from her knees, kissed me and then, in a bedroom voice, said, Eat my juicy pussy.

Knowing the basement floor would be cold and clammy, I removed my suit jacket so Maria could lie on it. She pulled back her legs and I buried my face in her soaking wet pussy. I stroked her clitoris relentlessly with my tongue. She came within minutes as she muffled her screams with her hands so no one would hear. My face was smeared with her love juice, so I removed one of her shoes and wiped my face on the bottom of her stockinged foot. The scent of her foot just made me hornier. Meanwhile, she was pulling on my aching cock, making sure it stayed rock solid.

Through her stockings I noticed her toenails were painted red. I had to have her toes in my mouth, so I undid her garter and pulled off her stocking. Maria must have read my mind, because as soon as I removed her stocking she quickly placed her foot in my mouth. I sucked wildly on her beautiful toes and this drove her crazy. I want you, she whispered. I want you now!

With my cock ready to explode, I drove it into her steaming hole. With her perfect legs flung up in the air, I held on to those pretty ankles and simply fucked her hard and fast. While I thrust in and out of her like a wild man, she undid her bra, pushed her breasts toward her mouth and started licking her silver dollar size nipples. That s when I lost it.

I pulled out and rubbed my swollen cock against her crotch. In no time, I shot my load, with my spurting cream landing on her face and in her hair. We then put ourselves together and continued to look for the files we needed.

I no longer work for that bank, but I sometimes visit just to say hello. I make sure I wave to Maria, who waves back with that special smile.

Mr. A.Z., California

Paris, France. After twenty three years on the force, fifteen of them as a detective, I was kicking off my retirement with a one week, all expenses paid vacation in the City of Lights. The guys at the station had put together the package and surprised me with it at my retirement party. Frankly, I would have preferred a few days in Ireland, but I suspect that Debbi was able to swing a really good deal on the Paris trip with the help of her brother in law, who operates a large travel agency. Hey, I wasn t about to complain. In my forty six years I d never been out of the States, so I was pleased to be going anywhere abroad.

I was thinking about the guys back home, and the garbage they had to deal with in New York City, as I nursed a beer at one of the outdoor caf s on the Champs lys es. It was nice to just sit back and relax. I d had a couple of busy days sight seeing with the aid of my rented Renault, although on more than one occasion I d cursed the streets of Paris, which, like those in Greenwich Village, go every which way. I d visited the Louvre and checked out the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. And, of course, there was the Eiffel Tower, which to me looked like a giant erector set. There was still more on my itinerary, including a visit to the wine country, but there was plenty of time. This sunny afternoon was made for people watching.

One of the people I most enjoyed watching was not strolling on the avenue but seated just a few tables from me. Sexily attired in form fitting jeans and a pink t shirt, the attractive brunette sat alone sipping a glass of red wine. I guessed her to be in her early thirties. Every few minutes, or so it seemed, she would turn her head in my direction and flash me a beautiful smile.

Now, I don t think I m a bad looking guy, but no one would mistake me for a Hollywood movie star. My suspicious nature, heightened by my years on the force, had me thinking the gal was a pro. On the other hand, she didn t have the hard, been there done that look etched on the faces of Manhattan s streetwalkers. Perhaps she realized I was an American and was simply offering friendly smiles in welcome.

I figured that might be the case when the lovely brunette finished the last of her wine and got up from her chair, but instead of leaving the caf she stepped over to where I was sitting and with another of those breathtaking smiles asked if I d like to buy her another glass of wine. I answered yes, and so began the absolute highlight of my time in Paris, France.

Very quickly I learned that the lady s name was Jeanine and that she was not a hooker but an assistant hotel manager who lived and worked in Paris. She was also quite frank about her love of sex. Sexual adventure makes life worthwhile, n est ce pas? she asked in her delightfully accented English. When I see a man who appeals to me I must act immediately. She placed her hand over mine on the table and squeezed lightly. Do I frighten you, Frank? she asked, her brown eyes twinkling merrily.

No, I certainly wasn t frightened by the lady s assertiveness, but my male ego was bruised by the realization that in all likelihood Jeanine had picked up other men at this very caf . It would have been nice to be the exception rather than the rule. Still, here was a beautiful, experienced Frenchwoman saying she found me sexually desirable. Already my ego was healing.

Two beers and two glasses of wine later, I was in my rented car following Jeanine to her apartment building, my plans for the rest of the day completely forgotten as I contemplated having sex with this refreshingly honest and open woman. Something told me it would be special. My instincts proved correct.

In her bedroom, Jeanine undressed me as if unwrapping a pres ent and then, stretched out on her bed, I watched as she removed her clothes in a tantalizing striptease that left my cock fully erect. Her tight fitting jeans and t shirt had suggested a heavenly body, which is exactly what she bared for me.

Once naked, she climbed catlike onto the bed, curling up next to me. Looking up at me, she stroked my pulsing erection for a moment and then took it into her mouth, her lips gliding all the way down to the base and making me moan in gratitude. What followed was a demonstration of cocksucking by a true devotee. Jeanine blended expertise with enthusiasm to keep me moaning and gasping with delight. So outstanding was her technique that try as I might I couldn t hold back my orgasm.

Jeanine didn t seem surprised. In fact, she welcomed my spurting semen with genuine delight, gulping it down as if it were nectar from the gods. I could almost hear her purring in satisfaction as she licked her lips and then crawled up my body to lie atop me. This is the best way to begin an afternoon of lovemaking, she said with a smile.

And what an afternoon of lovemaking it was. Giving it my all, I succeeded in bringing Jeanine to orgasm with my mouth as I savored the perfume of her pussy. Happily, that first orgasm seemingly triggered a desire for more, and no sooner had Jeanine sucked me back to a state of pulsating rigidity than she mounted my cock and rode it lustily, working her hips back and forth and sideways and doing wondrous things with her pussy muscles as our moans and grunts filled the bedroom.

Jeanine came twice while posting on my cock, then suggested we do it missionary style for a while. I felt a bit challenged by this idea and was happy that I had come once already. I succeeded in screwing my new friend to another orgasm while holding back my own. Then it was doggy style, with Jeanine crying out constantly and going slightly berserk when, at her suggestion, I rammed a saliva coated finger into her beautiful ass. She came again, biting into the pillow she was clutching to her head. Seconds later I lost it, spilling semen into her sopping pussy.

We rested after that, with Jeanine curling up alongside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Maybe you would like me to help you enjoy the rest of your stay in Paris, she said, her finger tracing lazy circles on my chest. I could take you places that aren t mentioned in any tourist guidebook.

Naturally, I took Jeanine up on her delightful offer. In the next few days, thanks to her adventurous spirit and seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, I experienced a slew of firsts, the most memorable of which was screwing Jeanine from behind at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I ll never, ever forget that.

I got sad on the flight home thinking that I d never meet a woman like Jeanine back in the States. But my spirits lifted immediately when I realized that, as I was now retired, I could visit Paris again very soon. And I certainly wouldn t mind paying my way next time not with the beautiful Jeanine waiting to amaze and delight me.

Mr. F.S., New York

This happened a couple of summers ago when I manned the midnight shift at an expressway gas station. Pumping gas was a boring job, but it helped pay my college tuition. A couple of granola bars had settled nicely in my stomach, and I was nodding off when I heard the unmistakable rumble of a Harley pulling up to the pumps.

Across the lighted pavement I could see a woman leaning against a large bike, her rounded butt perched on the leather seat, booted ankles crossed and long brown hair cascading around her tanned cheeks and neck. She definitely didn t fit the less flattering image I had of a biker woman. As she sat there watching me, I wondered how long it would be before she realized she was at the self service island. She didn t move.

Son of a gun, I mumbled as I climbed out of my chair and out into the humid night. You gotta do everything for some people.

This is self serve, ma am, I said as I drew near. Her tight jeans outlined long, taut legs, and the opened leather jacket she wore revealed two beautifully tanned breasts pushing out of a white halter top. I had a hard time looking at her darkly erotic eyes, and when I did look at them, they were shining with amusement.

Can you give me a hand? The way she drew out the word hand sent my mind reeling with ideas of just how much hand I d like to give her.

Hey, she said, and I realized I d been so enthralled by her body that I hadn t even answered. She was smiling, though, and I wondered what could be so humorous. I take it that s your reply, she grinned, nodding toward my groin.

I immediately looked down, and to my chagrin there was a conspicuous bulge in my jeans, growing larger even as we looked. Her amused expression didn t change, and embarrassed as I was, it was beginning to irritate me.

What s your name? she asked, her penetrating eyes watching intently, making me feel naked. I gave her my name.

Well, Emile, when you re done filling my tank, why don t you give me that hand in the rest room? With her silken words lingering in my ears, she stalked off toward the glowing sign on the side of the building, her curved buns rolling in those tight jeans.

Had I heard her right? I could hardly believe my ears, but as they d been pretty reliable thus far in life, I wasn t about to doubt them now. The gas seemed to take hours to pump, but in what was really only minutes I was headed toward the door where I d seen her disappear. On the way, I cut the lights on the lot, praying that the boss wouldn t drive by.

She was waiting for me, leaning against the sink, which had her leather jacket draped over it. Her dark eyes still appeared inscrutable, but they seemed softer now. She didn t need to tell me to come closer. When our lips met, hers felt softer than I imagined, and her warm breasts against my chest sent waves of comfort through my body. She pulled my t shirt over my head, and her long fingers curled in my hair. Her sweet tongue entered my parted lips, exploring and twisting around my own tongue.

Her booted ankle hooked my ass and tugged my crotch into hers. Humping her through my jeans caused a frustrating pain, though it was sweet. I want you, I groaned, and she nodded knowingly, tasting my lips in another kiss.

I broke from the kiss and looked down at her bosom. Obligingly, she pulled down the tight fabric, exposing a tan line and two light pink nipples nestled on an ocean of creamy flesh. My mouth watered as I bent my knees and lowered myself to her succulent breasts. I ran my tongue around the florid edges of her darkening nipples, enjoying the slight heaving of her chest.

Tell me, Emile, were you a little lonely here, all by yourself? she purred.

Mmm, I hummed in agreement, sucking her nipples.

Her fingers pried open her jeans, and I helped slide them over her round ass and down her shapely thighs. My hand quickly found her secret garden, and the heat it emanated surprised me. I stroked the insides of her thighs and gradually entered the downy tangles of her pussy. I slipped along her clitoris, fingers separating and caressing each fold of her moist lips.

She leaned back on her elbows, the leather jacket creaking on the sink, and thrust her hips toward me in a movement both languid and urgent with desire. Lick my pussy, Emile.

I slid to my knees, and her sultry thighs smoothed against my cheeks. Her musky odor drove me crazy, and I wasted no time embracing her juicy pussy with my tongue. Her sweet pearls of nectar beaded on my lips, and I cupped her ass and dug my tongue in for more as she writhed before me.

Finger fuck me, Emile. Finger me! Her words mixed with her breath in ragged gasps. Urged onward, I plunged two slender fingers deep into her slit and was immediately rewarded by moans of pleasure.

I nudged her swollen clitoris back and forth, tasting it hungrily. Her hips rocked gently, and I could feel her thigh muscles tighten and contract against my cheeks. Her red nails etched lines in my scalp as my fingers probed her pussy relentlessly. Soon her bucking took on a frantic, desperate nature. I savored the glistening rivulets of come as they trickled down my fingers, but this headstrong nymph wasn t ready for any leisurely activities. She was hot.

Hurry up, Emile, fuck me, she gasped in a husky voice as she turned around, leaning over the sink. Fuck me hard.

I stood and quickly released my cock from its denim restraints. Reaching between her legs, she guided my throbbing member into her cunt. I grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her fiery channel.

Harder, Emile, harder! she cried out. I complied willingly, cramming her pussy with fervor.

My heavy balls tingled as they swept long arcs, each one ending in a firm smack against her clit. The pungent odor of her sex, still lingering in my nostrils, intoxicated me, and between deep breaths I enjoyed hearing her hollow gasps echo off the tile floor and walls. When I was close to coming, I clenched her sinewy hips and gave her my all in a few last savage thrusts. Come scorched through my shaft, threading into her steaming pussy, warm droplets trickling between the hairs on my balls. Our moans tapered off as we parted, but I could still feel the heat radiating from my cock.

I leaned against the wall, chest heaving and spent, and she turned to look at me as she pulled up her jeans. She hopped a little as she squeezed the top button through the loop.

For someone who insists on self serve, she purred, asscheeks rolling toward the door, you sure know how to give service with style.

The door sprang shut behind her, and moments later I heard the bike rumble to life. I wiped the moisture from my brow with scented fingers and wondered if the sassy nymph would ever return.

Mr. E.F., Nevada

Thanks to my frisky husband, I recently gained a new appreciation of the sport of hunting. Two weeks ago, Wes asked me to go hunting with him. Wanting to see what all the fuss was about, I agreed to go.

Now, you men know that it takes patience to sit and wait for the animal you re hunting to come within shooting range. You also have to be very quiet so as not to scare off your prey. Well, early that Saturday morning, Wes decided to see if I could keep from letting anyone know that there was more than hunting going on in the woods.

I was sitting on a small folding stool next to a tree, listening and watching for any signs of activity nearby, when Wes walked over to me with a finger to his lips, a signal that he wanted me to be quiet. He then took my shotgun and leaned it against a tree next to his.

With that mischievous twinkle in his eye I know so well, he whispered in my ear that he was about to give me some good hunting tips. With that, he kissed me on the lips and slowly unbuttoned my jacket. I felt the chilly morning air through my shirt, and my nipples began to harden. Wes unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes, and then began kneading my big mounds of flesh as my pussy moistened in anticipation of being stuffed with cock.

Again signaling me to be quiet, my husband succeeded in getting my jeans and panties off. Then, as I leaned back against the tree, he crouched down and began licking my pussy. He thrust a finger deep inside my hot, wet hole and began finger fucking me while tonguing my aroused clitoris. It was all I could do to keep from moaning as the pleasure of orgasm flowed through me.

When I had regained my senses, I asked my husband to stand up in front of me. As soon as he was in position, I unzipped his jeans and fished out his swelling cock. A moment later it was in my hungry mouth. I washed it with my saliva, running my tongue up, down and all around the shaft, from the bulbous head to the hairy base. The only sound to be heard in the woods was the sexy slurping sound of my mouth at work on my man s big cock.

But now my pussy needed tending to. I told Wes to get down on his knees and then wiggled forward a bit on my stool, putting my needy pussy on a line with his throbbing cock. In one slow, easy thrust he buried himself inside me, then began moving back and forth, in and out. It was wild to be fucking in the woods. The chilly morning breeze caressing my exposed breasts created a stark contrast to the burning furnace that was my cunt.

Soon I was enjoying my second orgasm of the morning, and at almost the same time, my husband s creamy come spurted into my grateful pussy. This time it required super human effort on my part to keep from screaming out with pleasure. My juices and my husband s semen dripped out of my pussy onto the forest floor.

Just as we were starting to put ourselves back together, a shot rang out, shattering the early morning quiet. Wes and I looked at each other and laughed.

As it turned out, we didn t bag a blessed thing that day. But Wes was in a great mood, nonetheless, telling me that I deserved a trophy for being such a good sport. As for me, I learned that hunting can be a whole lot of fun.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)

Not long ago, my wife Kara and I bought a video camera and started on an adventure that I just have to share with your readers. When I got the camera, I had some wild ideas about filming hot sex between us, but I had no idea the surprise that was in store for me.

Kara is a petite beauty who takes extremely good care of her body by working out at a nearby health club. She loves putting on little erotic performances for me in public. Sometimes she ll go out wearing short skirts and no underwear. Then she flashes me a great view of her swollen pussy as she outlines her love hole with her fingers. I get very turned on by that kind of display and have sometimes surprised her by dropping to my knees on the spot and licking her sweetness. We ve never been caught, but there ve been a couple of near misses that just add spice to it all.

One of those near misses was our first time videotaping on the roof of our building. Kara suddenly decided to pull off her spandex pants in a striptease for the camera. She was totally naked from the waist down, doing a little pussy rubbing, when she noticed the shadow of someone opening the door to the roof. Thankfully, we were able to hide behind a waist high dividing wall, but this close encounter made us so hot that we immediately went downstairs, opened the blinds so anyone could see and set up the video camera in the bedroom. I almost came in my bike shorts!

With the camera on and our naked bodies filling the TV screen, I slowly started licking my way down from her erect nipples to her cunt. I could tell by the aroma of her arousal that she was as excited as I was, and she twitched convulsively as my tongue reached her swollen clitoris. She was as sweet as a flower on a spring morning, and her love button was dark red and heavy with desire.

Kara was enjoying watching me both live and on the TV screen, and we adjusted our positions to maximum advantage when she decided to suck my hard cock. It looked really great to see her blowing me on screen. It was nothing like watching someone else in a porno flick. Seeing her up there while I felt her hot mouth on my throbbing member made me want to be inside her fire hot pussy.

With amazing smoothness, Kara helped me get into the right position to watch as I entered her welcoming pussy. She watched herself move ever so slowly up and down my eager shaft. I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Her tempo became increasingly faster, culminating in her usual moans of pleasure as she reached orgasm, and then she slowed her feverish gyrations to a more deliberate pace, intent on making me come.

I decided to switch positions and get on top. It was exciting to watch my cock going in and out of my wife s pussy. Then the thought struck me that I d like to ejaculate all over her stomach, like they do in the porno movies. Kara sensed my excitement, because she really started moving frantically. It must have been the thought of coming all over her and actually catching it on video that let me pull out just before I went over the top. I exploded in the most forceful orgasm that I can remember.

It was as we both lay there enjoying the afterglow of heated sex that we noticed several people on a balcony a couple of floors up from us. We started laughing, and I leaped up and closed the blinds before I could blush all over.

We promised each other that we d keep up our little exhibitions and video tapings at other locations as well. It should be interesting.

Mr. E.F., Massachusetts

I am a former Air Force officer writing, at long last, to describe my experiences during Operation Desert Storm while on temporary assignment at Riyadh Air Base a couple of years ago. I was expecting a stark three months of total sexual deprivation in the desert. Was I wrong!

While still in a jet lagged stupor I met a very commanding officer named Craig. The air was charged from the start, and for a minute I thought it was the static electricity from the dry climate. One look betrayed us, and unbeknownst to our colleagues, we were soon making love two or three times a day. Islamic laws explicitly prohibit nonmarital intercourse, and since the U.S. military was a guest of the Saudis, we were expected to act accordingly. Western women were expected to wear the traditional chador when outside the U.S. compound, and they were always to be accompanied by a male escort. Eskan Village is the compound in Riyadh where the U.S., British and French temporary forces stayed. Frequently, Craig and I left Eskan to go shopping in the souks of downtown Riyadh, or to sample local cuisine or visit the D ariyah ruins.

D ariyah ruins is a national historical landmark outside of Riyadh, and it is open to the public. These are the remains of the clay palaces of King Abdul Aziz s family before he united the tribes to build the Saudi nation. We explored these ruins frequently, and on one trip, we decided to stake out a room in the ruins where we could return to make love.

We found a semi protected part of the ruins and returned in a couple of days. The drive to the ruins was silent and filled with excitement, in anticipation of what we were about to do. We walked quietly past the two Saudis at the entrance and made our way to the predesignated spot. I wore my chador with nothing underneath so that my lover would have easy access. Craig s thick cock pointed the way to the enclosed clay courtyard we had selected. I was drooling at the thought of the risk we were taking.

The walls surrounding us were six feet tall, but the roof was long gone, exposing us to the intense desert sky. Craig shut the old palm door and positioned an old brick against it for security. He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with passion, and I nearly burst at his first touch. We kissed passionately. Then he lifted the hem of my abaya up from the sand and slid his fingers between the swollen, moist lips of my cunt. I could feel his engorged member trying to escape his khakis.

Once liberated, his hard cock slid right into me. We fucked standing up, my favorite position with him, because it gave me maximum clitoral stimulation. I came quickly. My legs went weak and his hard cock was the only thing holding me up as it pumped in and out of me. After a while Craig flipped me over and, still standing, plunged his engorged member, lubricated with my juices, into my ass. I had learned to enjoy hard fucking anal intercourse with him, especially since it turned him on so much. He reached around and stroked my clitoris and brought me to another climax, then slid his fingers into my cunt so he could feel himself pumping deep inside as he came in my ass.

I straightened my chador and he stuffed himself back in his pants, and we shared a smile. Both of our careers would have ended if we had been caught, and perhaps it would have caused an international incident between the U.S. and Saudi governments.

In the past few years, my mind has replayed these fondest memories of my Air Force career. There is no finer way to serve your country than to be serviced yourself! I hope our current armed forces deployed overseas continue to explore their host countries and find new ways to enjoy themselves. Aim High, Air Force!

Ms. V.B., Washington

I install data and computer networks for a living. You might think it s a pretty dull occupation, but you d be surprised at the number of fascinating and beautiful ladies who work as communications specialists and secretaries on some of our job sites. Like Elke, for example.

I was helping install a new communications system in the bank where she works a very important international firm. When my team and I reported for work, the first thing I noticed was the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes I d ever seen. The woman they belonged to was a knockout. I hoped and prayed I d get a chance to meet her, but for the next two days I was so busy crawling around running cables through the ceiling and floors that I hardly saw her.

Then, as chance would have it, we were in the staff lounge together for our coffee break. She took a seat across from me and, while we were talking, parted her legs wide enough for me to gaze right up her milky white thighs. I was just able to see the outline of her cunt lips and a tuft of blonde hair through her pair of sheer panties. When she saw that I had her full attention, she left the room, leaving me breathless and with my cock straining to escape from my pants.

The thought of those thighs, those silky white panties, that cunt, made concentrating on my work harder. I dreamed of Elke at night.

When I finally got around to working on her side of the building, I saw her often. Whenever our eyes met, you could have smelled the smoldering lust. One day I asked her if she would like to go out to dinner that night, and she said she d think about it. The wait was hell, as she didn t say yes until three o clock.

Dinner was great candlelight, wine and the soft sounds of jazz helped loosen us up. She told me that the men who hit on her were usually dull gray suit types, so when she d seen my muscular physique and my cute ass in jeans, not to mention the package I carried up front, her hormones took over. She did want to get to know me, though, to make sure I was a man who took relationships seriously.

I tried my best to project an air of confident masculinity combined with perfect manners, appearing neither too wimpy nor too much the brute. It was hard to maintain my composure when what I wanted to do was tear off her panties and go to it, but I managed.

When dinner was over, Elke suggested we taxi to her place for coffee. We kissed for the first time in front of her door. Before I knew it, we were inside and on the couch locked in an embrace with our lips glued together and our tongues dancing in each other s mouth. We broke our kiss and panted for air. My hands traced the outline of her body, and she worked my jacket off my shoulders. I couldn t believe it. I was really going to have sex with this woman! Her eyes said kiss me, take me, do what you will with me.

Slowly unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed her, I stopped occasionally to stroke the insides of her thighs. When I removed her blouse I wasn t surprised to find a pair of perfect, unhaltered breasts.

My lips covered one nipple and my tongue circled it, then I went to work on the other one. I found it with my teeth, and Elke s hands clasped my head to her breast. At the same time, my hand was up her skirt, savoring her wetness.

We stood up and removed the rest of our clothes. When I saw her naked, I knew this would be a night I d never forget. I was so proud as she gazed at my impressive erection, which had swollen to unusual thickness. I sat her back down on the sofa, with her soft, round ass slightly off the edge of the cushion. After feasting again on her breasts, I kissed my way down her stomach and kissed the insides of her thighs, circling up to her cunt. At the first contact my tongue made with her clitoris, she pulled my head closer. It was not long before her orgasm built and she climaxed.

When she got her breath back, Elke indicated that I should sit so she could have her turn. Licking her juices off my face, she kissed her way down to my nipples, biting each one of them in turn and driving me wild. She was kissing her way down my chest when her full breasts brushed against my straining cock as they swayed. I tried to push them together around my cock, but she held my hand still.

Further down, she looped one arm around my thigh so she could massage my balls. Before she swallowed my cock, she licked it up and down, getting to know every detail, from its purple crown to its heavily veined shaft.

Every once in a while she would draw the head into her hot mouth for a second or two, then resume licking. I was gripping the cushions for dear life much more and I would have levitated!

When it became clear that I couldn t take much more, Elke licked up the shaft and swallowed all but the last inch of it. I could feel the back of her throat caressing the head of my cock. Then she began rotating her mouth around my organ and sliding her head up and down, taking me deeper every time. It felt spectacular! When I moaned that I was going to come, she increased the pace. She was on a downward thrust when my balls shuddered, causing a tremor in my cock that sent a massive eruption of come down her throat. I had never come so hard before.

Rocked by the aftershocks of that powerful blast, I could only lie there like Jell O on a plate. Elke curled up next to me while I regained my strength. When we could stand up we made our way to the bedroom, where we spent the rest of our waking hours fucking like there was no tomorrow.

Nobody at the bank the next morning commented on the coincidence of us both looking like we hadn t slept all night, but they must have noticed. We certainly gave them plenty of opportunity over the next couple of weeks.

Mr. B.T., Missouri