My husband, Trevor, and I decided to take a well deserved, long overdue second honeymoon to the West Indies. It was actually our first honeymoon, since we never had the official one after having eloped to Las Vegas ten years ago.

My husband thinks I’m absolutely sexy. I remain the same dress size, but the years have made my body a little softer and more womanly. My breasts have become larger and my nipples more sensitive as well. Although I have classic coloring of flaxen hair and white skin, I tend to tan rather than burn. But the color of my eyes a pale, silvery gray is what initially attracted my husband to me. He tells me that when we make love, the silver in my eyes turns smoky with passion.

Trevor’s coloring contrasts with mine. He is of Mediterranean extraction, so his hair, skin and eyes are dark.

We checked into our hotel in Montego Bay, changed our clothing and dashed down to the beach, laughing like little kids. The sight of my husband’s dark, masculine form against the backdrop of snow white beaches and turquoise waters had me feeling warm and stimulated, and I enticed him into returning to our room.

As soon as the door closed, I began rubbing my body against his, enjoying the feel of my nipples on his chest. I threw my arms around his neck and tried to suck his tongue down my throat. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his body as he carried me off to the bed. His cock was already stiff and pushing through the fabric of his trunks and into my crotch. As I sucked on his mouth and teased his tongue, he eased us both down onto the bed. He began to gently roll and tweak my nipples with his fingers, eliciting moans from me. He fell back, and I pulled down his swim trunks.

Oh, baby, he whispered, as my mouth enveloped the bulbous head of his cock. He held the back of my head and began to rotate his hips, slipping his cock in and out of my mouth.

I love to give head to my husband. The combination of his taste, smell and feel will sometimes cause me to have an orgasm without his even touching my pussy. I will draw his shaft into my mouth, suck on and kiss the head and enjoy him as he fucks me in the mouth. I know that licking him around his balls and playing with his little puckered rear entrance excites him tremendously. I like to roll my tongue around his cockhead, nibble along the entire shaft and finger fuck his asshole as I take him to the edge of sanity.

This time, however, I needed his hard, throbbing cock in my pussy. I yanked off my bikini bottoms as I gently fingered his sticky, tiny slit. Straddling him, I stroked my pussy up and down the entire length of his hard cock, looking down into his eyes, which glazed over with passion. I came first, crying out my ecstasy, and soon he filled my pussy with his hot cream, come. I fell on top of him, and we laughed with pure satisfaction.

A little later, after a quick shower and change, we went down to the hotel restaurant for a leisurely dinner. The maitre d’ seated us at a high backed booth in a secluded corner near a couple of potted plants. Feeling mischievous, I had begun to creep my foot up into Trevor’s lap to play with his crotch when our waitress appeared.

Hello, she said. My name is Gisella, and I will be serving you this evening. Her polite voice was husky and dark as she spoke in the dialect of the island.

Trevor and I were both dumbstruck. One of the most gorgeous women we had ever seen, Gisella was almost too good to be true. She was tall and model slim with high sculpted cheekbones and other elegant features: skin like fresh coffee, hair in short, soft ringlets, eyes large and luminous. She smiled at us, showing brilliant white teeth framed by full wine colored lips. I looked at my husband, who was gaping at her with unabashed, naked craving. I knew we had to have this beautiful creature in our bed before the night was over.

Generally speaking, we are a fairly conservative couple until we’re in the bedroom. Once or twice we’ve even partied with a male friend of Trevor’s, but usually we keep our more intimate moments to ourselves, spicing them up with sex toys, lubricants and occasional bondage or spanking. Neither of us had ever been with a stranger before, and I had never touched another woman sexually. But the sight of Gisella left us both desiring the unknown.

We gave Gisella our order and she went. Squirming in my seat, I leaned over to Trev and said, This woman has me practically creaming in my pants. I want to see if we can persuade her to spend some time with us. I had a strong feeling about this young woman.

As Gisella worked through the quiet evening, she flirted with the two of us, smiling demurely, and answered questions about the Bay. Her tuxedo shirt did not allow for a view of her breasts, but her short skirt revealed a beautiful pair of long, shapely legs and a gorgeous, well proportioned ass.

When our meal was over, Trev took the check and I pulled Gisella aside to ask her when her shift was over. She quirked a smile at me and gave me a knowing look.

I am done now, she stated.

Gisella, my husband and I want you to come to our room, I stammered. We think that you are very beautiful, and we’d very much like to spend this evening with you. My husband is a very good and gentle lover. I held my breath in anticipation and waited.

Gisella was clearly surprised but very intrigued. She hesitated slightly. I don’t know if I can do that, she said. Maybe we can talk about it some before I decide. She regarded me with those dark, intelligent eyes of hers, and I began to fidget. But I will come to your room.

We gave her our room number and hurried off to freshen up. We quickly showered and prepared our room for our guest. Shortly after, there was a soft knock at the door. I opened it, invited Gisella in and closed the door behind her. She had bathed and changed from her tuxedo shirted uniform to a tropical print sundress that complimented her smooth mahogany skin. Her fragrance was as alluring and enigmatic as she was.

Giving us that soft, beautiful smile, she said, I am a very traditional woman. But when I saw you, I felt that I could spend some time with both of you this evening. You seem to be warm and beautiful people, and I want to be here with you. But I’ve never been with a couple before, and never with another woman. She turned and looked directly at me, her expression speculative, questioning.

I hesitated slightly. I’ve never been with another woman, either. So this is new for me, too. I felt like a schoolgirl with a first time crush.

Eyes twinkling, she reached behind her neck and untied the halter of her sundress. It cascaded to the floor and landed in a silky pile at her feet. Her body was magnificent smooth and evenly brown, with high, firm breasts and large plum colored nipples. Her belly was gently rounded, and it was clear that she did not shave. Her pubic hair was thick and luxuriant, ready for the touch of a hand or the stroke of a tongue.

Trev approached her and began to kiss her, seemingly cozy in the feel off her full, sensuous lips. I stood behind her and placed my hands on her nipples, which were pebbly under my touch. I reveled in touching another woman’s breasts and was surprised at how quickly it excited me. I trailed my hands down between her and Trev and started fingering her and massaging her clitoris. Gisella moaned into Trev’s mouth as she ground her hips into my fingers in slow circles. Her body began to sway as her passion mounted.

We led her into the bedroom area where she reclined on the queen size bed. Trev continued to kiss her as I opened her legs. Trev broke off the kiss and looked at me, then told Gisella, I’m going to watch you and Betsy make love to each other.

Trev was in for an incredible sight, one that he would later tell me was like watching grade A erotica. Gisella and I began to kiss, tentatively at first, then with increasing passion. I started to nibble my way down her body, stopping to give a bite here and a lick there as I worked my way to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth and felt her breast swell and the nipple harden under my tongue. A small bite was rewarded with a panting cry. Her hand rested on the back of my head and guided me to the other breast. I left little sucking kisses as I moved from her breasts down to the juncture of her thighs. I opened Gisella’s legs wider, closed my eyes and began to tease her with my tongue, nuzzling my face into her thick, fragrant pussy hair. Her exotic aroma and flavor instantly overwhelmed my senses. Gisella cried out at the first contact and pressed against my face. I responded to her mounting pleasure by wrapping my arms around her legs and sucking on her clitoris the same way I like to suck on Trevor’s cockhead. Gisella was moaning and bucking by this time, and I was nearly crazy with my own need.

Trev maneuvered around to my ass, lifted it up in the air and began to lick my now dripping slit. He opened my pussy lips, slurped the juices and twirled his tongue around my throbbing clitoris. I moaned and pushed back against his face, urging him on.

Gisella went wild under me as I continued to tongue and suck her. Trev wanted to trade places with me so that he could have a taste of her warm pussy. He gently pulled me away and dug in.

So delicious, he whispered, as he caressed Gisella’s pussy. He opened her coral colored lips further and fingered her clitoris as he tongue fucked her.

I want to see her suck your dick, I murmured to him. Gisella glanced at me, heavy lidded and hot. Trev lay on his back, and I watched as she took him into her mouth. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head in ecstasy as those large, beautiful lips engulfed his cock. She deep throated him, and he appeared to be in heaven. He let out deep, rhythmic groans as he rotated his hips and began to fuck her mouth.

You have a beautiful cock, Gisella whispered between strokes. It is large and the taste makes me want to come. It was apparent that she was getting the same pleasure from blowing him that I always do.

Oh yeah, baby, take it all in, he moaned.

As I watched them, I fingered myself, stroking in time with their rhythm. Trev pulled Gisella’s ass around to his face and they began to sixty nine. He pulled her pussy lips apart and sucked hard on her clitoris. She started to come and began to twist and grind her pussy into his face. She stopped sucking his cock to scream, Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, and in moments his face was covered with her pussy juice. Writhing with sheer pleasure, she tumbled over, her head thrashing back and forth in helpless abandon as he continued to lick her.

I came over and straddled Gisella, spreading my pussy above her face, my back toward Trev. Gisella hesitated for a second before licking my pussy. Her little pink tongue twirled and teased my clitoris and then began to stroke the entire length of my slit. She licked and nibbled my pussy lips, then spread apart my asscheeks so that she could push her face further into my pussy.

Oh yes, lick me like that, I moaned, as I began grinding my pussy on Gisella’s face. Trev opened Gisella’s legs had quickly plunged his aroused organ into her. He started making gasping sounds of pure excitement as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he pounded into her for all he was worth.

Yeah, baby, work those pussy muscles on my dick, he growled, as he pumped and twisted into her. God! I’m ready to come already! he cried. Gisella stopped feasting on my pussy long enough to cry out, I want you to come inside me! Fuck me harder!

That pushed my husband over the edge, and with a mighty grunt he came inside her waiting cunt. He collapsed on the bed, and she returned to licking me. I began to buck and writhe, holding onto Gisella’s head as I started to come, driving my pussy into her eager mouth. The slurping, sexy sounds of Gisella’s eating and my cries of passion aroused Trev. With his cock stiff again, he moved in behind me and began to tease my rear furrow. In a matter of moments, Gisella was moving out from underneath me and Trev’s cock was prodding my pussy. He entered me doggy style and began fucking me powerfully. Suddenly Gisella was at my lips and we were kissing. I savored the taste of my juices on her face and the feel of her full, warm lips. Trevor began to slap my asscheeks in time to his stroking and I soon climaxed again, my pussy pulsating as he shot his come inside me. Gisella finished us off my licking Trevor’s cock and my pussy dry, which I thought was sweet.

We all collapsed into a satiated, exhausted heap, congratulating ourselves on a job well done. Then we fell into a deep sleep.

Gisella stayed with us frequently during our vacation. Behind her outwardly reserved demeanor, she was intelligent and, we discovered, outrageously witty. In many ways she was an innocent, but she reveled in sex with us, as we did with her. In fact, Trevor and I discovered a whole new level of sexuality that we continue to share. Whether or not she knows it, Gisella has given us a priceless gift, and we will always remember the very special island woman who entered our lives, shared her passion and changed us forever.

Little did Angie and I realize that our long weekend in Las Vegas would be so exciting and so sexually satisfying. I had wanted to show my wife the capital of glitz for some time, thinking she d get a kick out of the casinos, the eye popping neon on the Strip and a bawdy show or two. But I never thought that the highlight of our stay would be group sex with another married couple.

It happened on our last night in town. We d done everything I d planned and then some, and I was delighted to see how much Angie was enjoying herself. She had taken to Vegas like a fish to water, taking in the sights with wide eyed wonder and going just a little bit crazy at the gaming tables. She loved it all, telling me several times that she wished I d taken her to Vegas years ago.

Anyway, it was around eleven o clock and we were sitting at one of the roulette tables, having decided to play for another hour or so before going up to our room. In the morning we d be catching an early flight back to Iowa. I was down a few bucks but Angie, much to her delight, was up by a hundred dollars. A perfect ending to our mini vacation, I thought. But it was to get even better, thanks to Jay and Kim, a very attractive, personable couple who suddenly materialized at the table, Jay taking a seat next to Angie while Kim settled in next to me.

As happens in Vegas, strangers are quick to strike up conversations with strangers, especially around the gaming tables when everyone s in a fun mood and a kind of it s us against the house mentality rules the moment. So it was that Jay, Kim, Angie and I were soon talking and laughing like old friends. I noticed that Angie seemed quite taken with Jay, a sandy haired, brown eyed man with a quick smile and robust sense of humor. As for me, I had a hard time taking my eyes off Kim, a lovely blue eyed blonde with a trim little figure. With only a little coaxing, Angie and I accepted their invitation to their suite for a nightcap.

Once there, Jay fixed drinks and then turned on the stereo. Soon we were dancing, Kim with Jay and Angie with me. The sexual tension that we had all been aware of became almost unbearably intense when we switched partners. Angie moved effortlessly into Jay s arms while smiling sexily. For several delightful minutes I lost myself in the feel of Kim s curvy body pressed against mine, the way she ground her hips into mine while mashing her pert breasts into my chest. When I next looked over at Angie and Jay, they were kissing. Angie had her arms around Jay s neck and Jay s hands held tight to her rounded ass. And then I felt Kim s hand at my crotch, squeezing the bulge that had formed there.

Let s party, what do you say? Kim said, her eyes twinkling. Your wife certainly seems to be in the mood.

I had to agree, for Angie was obviously enjoying the feel of Jay s hands on her breasts as he squeezed them through her blouse. Our eyes locked, and for a moment we silently questioned the wisdom of all this, but then Angie s face warmed with a smile. I smiled back, and now all systems were go.

Angie watched Kim sink to her knees, unzip my pants and haul out my swollen cock, then, in imitation, she sank to her knees in front of Jay. Moments later, both women were hungrily sucking cock. For the first time ever I watched my wife gobble another man s hard on and I couldn t believe how thrilling a sight it was. She was really into it, moaning around Jay s cock, taking it deep. Assorted sexy slurping sounds accompanied her efforts to please him. Meanwhile, Kim was proving herself equally adept at sucking cock. At one point, she took my member out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face while smiling up at me. Then, opening wide, she jammed all but an inch of my cock back into her hungry mouth and resumed sucking it with wanton delight.

At almost the same moment, Jay and I helped the women to their feet and began undressing them. Once Angie and Kim were naked, Jay and I quickly shed our clothes. And then it was off to the bedroom, the four of us piling into the king size bed that would serve as our playground for the next two hours.

With the women on their backs, side by side, Jay and I began feasting on their pussies. It quickly became apparent that Jay was adept at eating pussy, for in no time he had Angie announcing an orgasm. Lifting my face from Kim s pretty blonde pussy, I saw my wife arch her back and heard her cry out with pleasure as she came. Determined to duplicate Jay s feat, I resumed licking and sucking his wife s pussy in earnest. My efforts were rewarded when Kim, her hands locked onto my head, let out a shriek and wet my face with her juices.

Now it was time to fuck the women. I held back for a moment, savoring the sight of another man mounting my wife, his throbbing cock sliding balls deep into her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. Angie moaned her gratitude, then hooked her legs around Jay s waist and urged him to fuck her with all he had. Turning my attention back to Kim, I wasted no time plunging the full length of my swollen cock into her tight little pussy. She cried out and, just like Angie, demanded a vigorous screwing.

The room was filled with grunts and groans and moans and gasps as, side by side, Jay and I fucked each other s wife. Angie came again with Jay drilling into her, then she told him that she wanted to finish doggy style, her favorite position. Moments later, she was on all fours and grunting loudly as Jay slammed into her from behind. The sight of my wife getting royally fucked, combined with the feel of Kim s hot pussy clasping my hard cock, had me out of my mind with lust. Roughly, I threw Kim s legs over my shoulders and then started to really pound her, going fast and deep until, with a savage moan, I blasted my load into her sweet pussy. Kim came moments later. And then Jay spurted his creamy seed into Angie, who announced that she was coming again.

We rested after that, the four of us sitting naked in bed sipping wine and talking. When Jay and Kim laughingly said the night was young, Angie and I agreed, completely forgetting or maybe not caring about, our early morning flight home. Sitting back against the headboard, Jay and I exchanged smiles of satisfaction as our wives sucked on our cocks, getting them hard again.

Not surprisingly, Angie and I missed our flight and returned home a day later than planned. All we talked about on the plane (and for that matter, days afterward) was our thrilling experience with Jay and Kim. Angie made me promise to take her to Las Vegas again, and soon like in three weeks. And I m certain it s because that s when Jay and Kim said they d be returning to Vegas.

Mr. Elvin R., Ottumwa, Iowa

Every year for the twelve years we have been married, my wife, Edie, and I have taken a vacation in November that coincides with my birthday. This year we went to one of those fabulous resorts in Jamaica. The first morning there we got up early and ran on the beach before the heat became oppressive. I was good for about thirty minutes, but Edie is a triathlon competitor and wanted to keep going, so I left her and headed back to the pool. I grabbed a couple of lounge chairs that afforded a good view of the beach and settled in. Soon couples began arriving and picking out spots.

A couple settled down next to my chairs, and much to my pleasure, the woman wore no top. I hoped my sunglasses were dark enough so that my staring was not too apparent, especially as her boyfriend began to massage suntan oil onto her body. I watched with anticipation as the anonymous fingers slowly spread oil over a pair of exposed nipples only a few feet away from my face. I imagined the girl to be named Bambi, because she looked like a typical stripper: bleached blonde hair fluffed up, long painted nails and breasts that defied gravity. As her nipples stiffened, I had to close my eyes as my cock was beginning to stir.

My thoughts drifted off to Edie and the image of her lips encasing my penis. Being married to a triathlete has its disadvantages, as she works out seven days a week but when she s with me, she gives equal dedication to lovemaking. That morning I awoke to the caresses of her mouth, and after she eagerly swallowed my come, she mockingly licked her lips and said, Welcome to Jamaica, mon.

I was jolted out of my reverie by a tap on the head and Edie saying, I can t guess for the life of me how you picked this spot. She said she was going up to change and would be right back. I decided it was time for a drink and headed over to the bar. A few beers later, I noticed a woman whose vision stunned me. She had waist length brown hair that cascaded over her hard body like the water flowing down a Jamaican falls. A midriff t shirt barely covered her braless tits, which wiggled wickedly as she walked. Her stomach was so firm that the lines of her well toned abdominals were easily discernible. The farther down I gazed, the better it got, as her pubic mound was barely covered by a thin string bikini.

As she walked past, I almost choked on my beer, for a strand of pink neon spandex was wedged between the two most perfect asscheeks I had ever seen. I gulped down my beer and gave thanks to the inventor of the thong bikini. This woman was beyond a 10 she was my wife! I ordered another beer and a rum and coke and hurried over to Edie. Never shy about her body, Edie pulled off her top and lay down to sun herself. Soon Bambi, tired of seeing her boyfriend blatantly staring at my wife, moved to a distant location, boyfriend in tow.

That night in bed, I ate Edie to so many orgasms she begged for a breather. She swung around and sucked my cock into her mouth. She paused and said that this trip was her fantasy fulfilled, and for my birthday she wanted to fulfill my greatest fantasy. I closed my eyes and told her to continue while I thought about it. When Edie began to swallow my entire length, I started to erupt. She aimed my cock at her open mouth and I shot a huge load on her waiting tongue. She seductively rolled my sperm around in her mouth like a prize and then swallowed. Well, what s your fantasy? she cooed. Somehow, blowjobs came to mind, and, still gasping for air, I said that I wanted to see her suck another man s cock. Somewhat taken aback, Edie said that I might have to wait until next year for that one.

The vacation continued to be excellent, but my birthday came and went without any further mention of my request, although as a treat I did get to ass fuck Edie that day. On our last night in Jamaica we went down to one of the nearby reggae clubs for some music and dancing. The music was intoxicating, as were the rum specials, and I swear you could feel the reggae beat in your loins. Edie s dancing got dirtier with each drink. She would brazenly rub her body against mine, and I could feel her naked breasts under the thin cotton mini dress she wore.

It was getting near to closing time, and we were at a table in a dimly lit corner of the club. A very tall and well built waiter came over and asked us if we needed a drink. I replied that we would be leaving, but Edie insisted on one more round. I noticed her staring at the guy s white shorts, and after he left I slid my hand under her dress to her panties. They were so wet they clung to her cunt. I slid my hand inside them and while inserting two fingers into her cunt, I began to rub her clitoris with my thumb. I whispered into her ear, He turns you on, doesn t he?

Yes, she sighed.

You want him, don t you? I asked, as I continued to finger her.

Her pussy began to constrict rhythmically around my fingers as she responded, Yes, yes, I do. I got up to use the men s room, and when I returned our drinks had been delivered. Edie was quickly draining hers, and when she finished she grabbed my arm and said, Come on, let s go.

She probably set a world s record for a half mile run in high heels, and as soon as I had opened the door to our bungalow, she pushed me onto the bed, unzipped my fly and pulled out my already erect cock. She crawled on top of me, pulled her dress over her hips, slid her panties aside and plunged her pussy onto me in one cat like motion. Edie fucked me as if possessed. I could not remember the last time her passion was so inflamed that we couldn t at least take the time to remove our clothes.

Within minutes I was ready to come, so I reached down and started rubbing her clitoris. One touch and she literally exploded into orgasm. She fell over on top of me, and just as I was about to roll her over, I heard a knock at the door. Don t answer it, I pleaded, but Edie hopped off me and looked out the peephole. I quickly tried to stuff my hard on back into my pants as I watched her open the door. In walked our waiter from the club and, as our eyes met, I don t know who was more in shock. Edie pointed over at me and said, Don t worry, he likes to watch. The Jamaican responded, No problem.

Edie led him to the bed and had him sit down. She unbuckled his shorts and pulled them down to his shoes. I slid off the bed and stood there frozen for a short time, a slight feeling of jealousy soon giving way to the overpowering eroticism of the moment. Edie was now vigorously sucking on a cock considerably longer than mine, and she seemed lost in another world. I noticed our mini cam sitting on the dresser and reached over and turned it on.

It was difficult to operate the small buttons, as my hands were shaking. I focused the camera on Edie s black heels and slowly panned up to her legs and ass. Her hair was down and almost touching the floor as it bobbed up and down in harmony with her head. I zoomed in on her face her eyes were closed, her lips tightly sealed on the black beast. Her cheeks plunged in and out as her head moved forward and back. Her hands were wrapped under his balls in a circular fashion, making them stick out a mile and appear painfully swollen.

There were only moans of bliss coming from him, though, and soon he began to mutter and I knew the end was near. As if on cue, Edie strained to get all of his giant cock into her mouth. As her chin touched his balls, he screamed out, My God, my God, my God, and emptied his load into Edie s mouth. She never moved until a moment later, when a flaccid cock flopped out of her mouth.

My mind was now on autopilot, as my hormones took over. I took out my cock and ordered Edie over to me. She crawled over to where I stood. I grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and aimed my cock at her face with the other one. In less then ten strokes I blasted a torrent of come on her nose and forehead. Other spurts followed, and soon come was dripping off her face like a white rain. When I looked up, our guest was gone.

We watch this tape almost every night, and I only regret that my performance wasn t immortalized on film, too. But next month is Edie s birthday, and she says that she wants to make a sequel and I ll be starring in it.

Mr. Nolan P., Franconia, New Hampshire

My wife, Marilyn, and I have a great marriage and sex life, and it keeps getting better. We re constantly experimenting with new lovemaking positions, we both love oral sex and we enjoy having sex in the strangest places where we just might be seen. Two weeks ago we had the best sexual encounter of our twenty three year marriage and one we will never forget.

We have a small, cozy condo in Vermont that we use to entertain friends during the ski season. The adjacent unit is shared by a group of young ski patrol hunks, many of whom we have met over the years. Many a night Marilyn and I have fallen asleep to the sound of sexual rompings when the hunks are entertaining ladies overnight.

Two weekends ago, we drove to our condo just before a blizzard dumped two feet of snow on the mountain. Needless to say, no one was going anywhere until the roads were cleared.

Early Saturday evening, Boyd came over to borrow some vodka for the long weekend. Luckily, Marilyn and I are vodka drinkers and always keep a case of the 100 proof Russian variety on hand. Boyd invited us over later to share their firewood and jacuzzi. Since we do not have a jacuzzi in our place, we accepted happily. Marilyn has always had the hots for the guys next door and wanted to see their love pad, as well as the hunks without their bulky ski clothes on.

A few hours later, we were stripping to enjoy our ice cold vodka in the bubbling jacuzzi. Boyd and his patrol buddy, Blair, were not the least bit hesitant about stripping down to the buff. Marilyn and I simply followed, drinks in hand.

The warm water really turned us on. I sat at one end fingering my cock and watching Blair and Boyd fondle Marilyn under the water. Their actions got bolder as they sensed my approval of the sexy scene unfolding before me. The two young hunks were now tongue kissing my wife while enjoying her expert hand manipulations.

Later, after some hot, spicy Mexican food and more vodka, Boyd suggested we play poker, with the winner getting two hours with Marilyn in the bedroom. I thought it over for a few moments and agreed. All eyes were on Marilyn, who signaled her agreement by lifting her ski sweater up over her head to reveal full breasts in a low cut lace bra. You could feel the sexual tension in the air. After all, my wife s hot pussy was now in the pot!

After a heated round, I declared myself the winner and picked Marilyn up and carried her into the bedroom. I was as horny as anyone. Over my wife s shoulder I could see the faces of the disappointed losers. Even Marilyn had a disappointed look on her face.

I kicked the door shut, stripped and went after my wife s hot body like an animal. Within a few minutes, we were eating each other in hot anticipation of my rock hard cock plunging into her quivering pussy. Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Boyd and Blair, each buck naked and with a raging hard on. I asked Marilyn if she minded my asking the guys to join in. Hell no, she said, grinning. The more cock, the better!

It is hard to put into words what a foursome is like. Three pairs of roaming hands, thirty fingers and three pairs of sucking lips all roamed over my beautiful wife s squirming body. Meanwhile, Marilyn was stretching and reaching to pull, stroke, lick and suck each of our cocks. What a sight! What heat!

Later, we all came in rapid succession, Boyd in my wife s pussy, Blair in her mouth and me in the crack of her round ass. We guys shuddered through our orgasms and watched while Marilyn shuddered and enjoyed hers.

We snuggled together to savor the cozy afterglow. A little while later, Marilyn let us know with her lips, tongue and mouth that she wanted more. This time, she wanted to enjoy each of us separately while the others watched. Well, the rest of the night was one giant blur of sex. What a fucking night!

Needless to say, we were too tired to dig out or ski the next day we just read and snoozed. Once the roads were clear, Marilyn and I headed home and Boyd and Blair headed for the slopes.

We agreed to play poker again soon, promising to try to find an adventurous, horny female for the alternate weekend ski patrol Dave and Paul, who would be staying with Boyd the following weekend.

Skiing is something that s getting better and better in Vermont blizzard conditions or not!

Mr. Adam D., Saugerties, New York

I had earned this vacation my just reward for the two months of having to come into the office every Saturday or Sunday to finish a project. Now here I was on a majestic cruise ship, bound for the western Caribbean. At the bon voyage party, a mass of smiling faces waved good bye.

I chose a lounge chair from the double row of identical chairs that lined the long, oval circumference of the upper deck. Beach towel spread and John Grisham novel at my side, I liberally applied sunscreen to my bikini clad body and donned my sunglasses. This was truly the first opportunity I had to relax in a while. I smiled and took a deep breath, glad my killer project had come and gone.

The sun was strong, but worked well with the mild breeze coming off the magically transformed, turquoise blue waters of the Atlantic. Cocktail waiters strolled the deck offering colorful, exotic drinks with those tiny paper umbrellas to passengers at a price. Not finding many takers, one waiter decided to add a little sing to his song and rattled off with a Jamaican accent, Bar, Star, Car, War. I bought my drink from him for his creativity. I sipped the frozen concoction, looking out into the distance where I saw the lush looking island of Cuba, a place I hope to visit someday.

Later, at dinner, I was seated at a table with other singles. They were all very nice, but I didn t find any of the men especially attractive. Of course, my purpose for being on this cruise was not to pick up men, but so what if I did? I was unattached for failure to juggle both work and a boyfriend, but now I had some time on my hands and was beginning to think that maybe I had neglected my sexual needs. I didn t even have the time to masturbate.

Then I heard this sexy, foreign voice just behind me. Welcome aboard. I am your waiter, Yusef. I looked up and saw this handsome, olive toned, black haired man. He made eye contact with me and smiled, and for the first time in two months, my pussy tingled with arousal. I smiled back, and the smile remained even after he left to summon the wine steward.

I was so excited, my nipples had stiffened against my thin dress. Scanning the table, it was apparent that one of the men shared my secret, as he could not peel his eyes from my breasts. I couldn t wait for dinner to be over so I could replace my wet panties with my probing fingers. As soon as I was done, I practically ran to my cabin and fingered myself while fantasizing about Yusef. I certainly made up for the cold months by oozing all over my hand.

Our first port of call was Cozumel, and there I bought a couple of bark paintings and a silver bracelet. Afterward, I returned to the ship and spent the remainder of the day on deck. The combination of the sun s heat and my own heat from thinking about Yusef made me perspire more than usual. My hands, arms, chest and belly glistened with tiny beads of sweat, like glass speckled asphalt. Some droplets on my belly trickled down, pooling in my navel. I pictured Yusef dipping his tongue in there.

That night, Yusef looked just as delicious as he had the night before. What really turned me on was his suave, touchy touchy manner. Curious, I asked him his nationality and he answered Turkish. I had never had a Turk and wondered how he d be in bed. Gentle and romantic, I guessed.

Midway through the meal, I caught the man who had been admiring my erect nipples staring again, but I didn t care. When I finished eating, I excused myself and exited the large, formal dining room. I was almost to the elevators when I felt a hand gently grab my arm it was Yusef. Last night and tonight, you left in such a hurry. I didn t have time to say goodbye, he said rather eloquently. I was speechless I could only look deep into his sable eyes. Meet me later by the pool, he whispered, then kissed my hand and returned to the dining room.

In a blissful daze, I hurried to my cabin and changed. It was already eleven thirty I d give him a half hour to wrap up. I put on a ruffled, white cotton blouse, a sarong and sandals, and put my hair up in a twist.

I journeyed down to the pool at midnight. Yusef wasn t there yet, so I walked to the railing and looked up at the star filled sky. The full moon cast a glow on the dark, rippled waters on which the mammoth ship sailed to Jamaica.

I was startled when I suddenly felt someone s hands around my waist, though I quickly knew it was Yusef. I turned, but before I could say anything, he pressed his soft, insistent lips against mine and took my breath away with a long kiss. My knees began to weaken, but I held onto his shoulders for support. Then he pulled away to tell me that he had never pursued a passenger, and so on and so forth. He could have easily said the same words to a hundred other women, but I believed in his sincerity. It was all very romantic, his words and this faraway setting.

We had to sneak back to my cabin. One major rule for crew members is that they cannot mingle with the passengers outside of the dining room. In fact, their quarters are separate from the guests cabins, as is their dining area. We were careful on the way not to be noticed.

I had waited long enough for this moment. I shut the door and pulled him toward me. Yusef s hands went straight for my ass, and he squeezed my firm cheeks, pulling me closer. His cock was rock hard against my belly, and I moved around on it as much as I could. My nipples were hard against his chest. He kissed me from my forehead down to my lips, and I reached out with my tongue for his. So passionately did he kiss me, I swallowed each of his sexy groans, wanting to hold them inside me.

I moved to undress him, but he gently took hold of my hands. I would be first. He lifted off my blouse, exposing my breasts, and gasped, Very nice. Then he continued undressing me until I was completely nude. He even let down my hair, arranging it like a hairdresser would. He made me feel beautiful.

Yusef guided me to the narrow bed, sitting me down. He knelt before me and spread my legs. With his fingertips, he traced the insides of my thighs before lowering his face to my wet pussy. He closed his eyes and quietly inhaled my scent, and for a moment I thought he had become lost in it. But then his tongue reached out to taste me. I gasped loud enough for him to hear. He had to know I loved what he was doing.

My attempts to delay orgasm were futile I gushed all over his gorgeous face. Yusef pecked at my flesh with his wet lips and pulled a tube of KY from his back pocket. Ooh, I thought, as a chill raced down my spine, he s going to take me from behind. I had never tried anal sex, but I desperately wanted to feel his foreign cock up my ass.

I got on my hands and knees, looking back to watch him take off his pants. When I saw the size of Yusef s cock, I nearly swooned it was so long. He greased it up and moved toward my backside. Gently, he took his time feeding his length into my tight passageway until I was full. Then he fucked me into oblivion, filling my ass with his seed. What a very special man Yusef turned out to be!

Ms. Amelia C., Washington, D.C.