Just a note to let you know that schoolteachers, once away from the classroom, are perfectly capable of shedding their prim and proper image and doing some wild things.

My husband and I are both schoolteachers. We have a good sex life, and it s gotten even better now that we re into threesomes. We didn t know what we d been missing.

About four months ago, Luther and I attended a faculty party. These affairs are usually rather dull, but that night the whole crew of gym teachers was there to enliven the proceedings. This one particular hunk, Eric, the assistant football coach, had been giving me the eye for months. With my husband s blessings, I danced and flirted with him all night.

As the party was winding down, my husband suggested that Eric return with us to our place. That was enough to tell me that Luther had decided to turn our fantasy of a threesome into a reality. Eric agreed to join us and we left. My husband and I drove in our car and Eric followed us in his. All the way home, Luther was kissing me and feeling me up, causing my panties to become very damp. Tonight s the night, honey, he said happily. Our first threesome. Excited?

I can t wait, I answered, grabbing for the bulge in my husband s pants.

When we got home, Luther suggested I get into something more comfortable while he fixed the drinks. Up in the bedroom, I took off my clothes and put on a nightgown. I came back downstairs and found Eric and Luther sitting on big pillows in front of the fireplace. The thought of doing it with two men was making me wild, and I began to dance in the middle of the living room.

Both Luther and Eric started cheering me on, and I became more daring. I lifted the hem of my gown, giving them a peek of my thighs, and they cried out for more. Now I really got into it, grinding my hips and sticking out my breasts as I performed for them. I could tell they were enjoying the show by the bulges in their pants. Suddenly I dropped the top of my gown to show them my naked breasts and then shouted, Hooray.

Luther and Eric got up and we all began to dance together. Before long I was kissing them both and mashing my hips into theirs. Clothes started coming off and soon all three of us were stark naked. Two beautiful, stiff cocks were mine to play with as I wished and I couldn t wait! Luther spread a big, fluffy blanket on the living room floor and we all got on it.

The men arranged me on my back and then Eric, kneeling by my head, fed me his swollen cock while Luther sprawled between my legs and began eating my pussy. It was even more delightful than I imagined it would be. My husband is great when it comes to eating pussy, but that night I was positively thrilled to feel his tongue rummaging in my wet folds and strumming my clitoris no doubt because I had a strange new cock to suck at the same time.

After a while, I was put on my hands and knees so I could suck Eric while Luther fucked me from behind. Getting it fore and aft, so to speak, was wildly exciting, and I had two orgasms before the men came, and then a giant one as my husband spurted into my pussy and Eric creamed my throat with his lovely load.

We rested for a while not very long, as we were all highly stimulated by the threesome and then started in again. I had the men stand side by side and then sucked on their cocks, going from one to the other until both were dripping with saliva. Eric got on his back and I mounted him, letting out a sigh of pure delight as I felt his cock slide up inside me. I bounced up and down on him as my husband watched and stroked his cock.

After a few minutes, Luther scooted up the stairs. I was still riding Eric s cock when he returned with our tube of KY jelly. I was close to coming anyway, but I had a giant climax when I realized what he had in mind. Often in bed, Luther and I had spoken about my taken a cock in my cunt and one in my ass at the same time. And now it was going to happen!

Luther eased me forward and down, so my breasts were pressing against Eric s chest. Then he started fingering my anus. A moment later, I felt something cold and greasy back there and I trembled in happy anticipation of a dual penetration. The next thing I knew, my husband was pressing into me, the head of his cock straining against my tiny rear hole. I heard his grunts and then his sharp groan of satisfaction when he breached the opening. In he went, further and further, until the whole shaft was buried in my bottom.

Never before had I felt so fabulously full. Just having two stiff cocks inside me at the same time, not moving, was almost enough to start me coming again. It was a bit awkward at first, and we had to keep adjusting our positions somewhat for comfort and maneuverability, but eventually we got it right and the men were able to establish a nice rhythm as they fucked me. I don t think I stopped grunting, gasping and moaning for a second, such was the exquisite pleasure I derived from those two hard, beautiful cocks thrusting into me.

And when Eric and Luther came, within seconds of each other, I had an orgasm so intense I thought I d never be able to come again. I was still trembling when we disengaged and I rolled over onto my back on the blanket with Eric s come oozing from my pussy and my husband s trickling from my asshole.

Since then, Luther and I have had two other threesomes, both with males, and Luther wants to try one with another female. I like the idea, and if the right lady comes along and everything clicks, I m sure I wouldn t mind getting my first taste of pussy.

Ms. Eve B., York, Pennsylvania

Grace is the wife of one of my husband s business associates, and the four of us see one another socially from time to time. Though Grace and I are about the same age, physically we are very different. I m tall, slim and athletic, and I often wear my straight blonde hair in a convenient ponytail. Grace has masses of wavy, auburn hair and a much shorter, more rounded body. Her breasts are large and beautifully shaped.

My own breasts are a lot smaller than I wish they were, though Kevin, my husband, says he loves me just the way I am. The first time I met Grace at a formal dinner party, I couldn t take my eyes off her firm bosom and the way her body moved so softly and seductively in her clinging, low cut black dress. I spent so much time staring across the table at her ripe cleavage that I embarrassed even myself. Never would I have dreamed that within seven months I d actually be caressing those heavy, sensual breasts.

At the beginning of August, Kevin and Tim, Grace s husband, went on a business trip together. Saturday of that week, Grace called and invited me over for a swim in their pool. I was thrilled beyond belief. Ever since meeting Grace, I d dreamed of seducing her and masturbated with her image in my mind. So I arrived at her home that day as nervous as a cat. We had coffee together in her sunny kitchen and made small talk about our husbands and their work. Then Grace suggested we go for a swim, adding that I could change in her bedroom.

She led me down the hall into her lovely big bedroom, all done in a soft grayish blue. I put my bag down on her bed and took out my little black bathing suit. When I turned my back to see if she had left, I was stunned to see that she was sitting in a chair near the bed and gazing at me. She was going to watch me undress! With my hands shaking, I began to unbutton my sundress.

I struggled awkwardly into my bathing suit. You have a beautiful body, Grace said. I ve always wanted to be tall and slim like you. I turned to face her, finally, and met her steady, even gaze. I was almost dizzy with desire and confusion. We walked outside to the small, oval swimming pool, and I seated myself on a cushioned bench. She leaned toward my face and spoke very softly, I ve been working on an all over tan I hope you don t mind.

With that, she slipped out of her robe and walked to the edge of the pool, naked. Just before she dove into the water, I had a glimpse of the flaring roundness of her bare bottom she was breathtaking. I tried to control my gaze as she swam a few laps in a fast, efficient crawl. At one point she changed to a backstroke, and her firm, round breasts broke the surface, moving seductively with each lift of her arms. I tensed and felt the slippery lips of my pussy sliding against each other. When Grace climbed up the ladder and out of the pool and walked up to me, smiling, I managed to blurt out two words: You re beautiful.

Grace laughed softly and thanked me. She looked at me steadily, with an edge of quiet understanding. Let me put some lotion on your back, she said. You don t want to burn, and I have some good sunscreen. I lay down and rolled over onto my stomach, relieved at not having to speak. I felt Grace get on the bench with her knees straddling my legs, and soon thereafter her soft, oil moistened hands were rubbing my shoulders.

Grace s small, delicate hands moved over me in the most subtly sensual rhythm I d ever felt. As her fingertips moved down my body, I sighed, That feels heavenly. She did not answer, but her oil slick fingers caressed the insides of my thighs.

Turn over, she whispered. I did, and looked directly up into her eyes. Instinctively, my arms moved upward, encircling her neck and pulling her body down against my own. When our lips touched, I think I almost sobbed with the relief of it. Her breath was sweeter and her lips softer than I could have ever imagined. Grace worked her hand between us and pulled up the halter of my bathing suit. Then I felt her fingers unfastening the bottom part. In seconds, I was as naked as she was. I held her against me as tightly as I could, wanting our bodies to melt together.

Grace kissed my cheeks, my eyelids, my throat. She nuzzled my breasts and took my nipple between her lips, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. I lay back, moaning, giving myself up to this delicious licking, hugging woman. Her hand moved down between my legs and she slipped two fingers up my wetness, her thumb stroking the nub of my clitoris.

I clung to her as if I was drowning, knowing that her mouth and fingers and tongue were about to make me come. The hot sun shone down on us as we lay with our naked bodies pressed together. Her fingers slid in and out of my cunt, stretching the dripping folds, and then I was coming, harder and faster than I d ever come in my life. And it was just the beginning.

Grace smiled down at me as I lay there in delicious exhaustion. I ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you, she whispered, but I ve been so afraid you didn t feel the same way about me. And yet, when we first met at that dinner, I saw the way you were looking at my breasts. I told Grace the truth: that I hadn t been able to take my eyes off her succulent bosom. But now I could match actions to words. I lifted my head so that I could suck one of her hard little nipples into my mouth.

After a few minutes we moved inside, to Grace s bedroom. Walking naked, side by side, down the formal hallway, was immensely erotic. I caught sight of us in a full length mirror: Grace, the small, dark haired voluptuous woman, with ripe swaying breasts, and me, the tall blonde with a tight, athletic body. We kissed and caressed one another in front of the mirror, and then I asked Grace to get on the bed. She closed her eyes and I began to love every inch of her with my hands and my tongue.

I licked her delicate ears, her beautiful throat and the undersides of her breasts. I sucked her nipples one by one, then kissed my way down her body. When I parted her thighs, she moaned and held my head in place with both hands as I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and let my tongue flick back and forth over her bulging little clitoris. In only a few moments she was coming, crying out in a sound that hovered somewhere between pain and unbearable joy and driving her hips hard against my mouth.

We made love for three more hours, and it was heavenly. The miracle is that each of us had harbored the same thoughts about the other, the same erotic fantasies, the same desires. Even more amazing, it was the first time either of us had made love to another woman.

Of course, both Grace and I enjoy the coupling of cock and pussy that intercourse with our husbands provides. But we ve also learned to relish the indescribable closeness of woman to woman lovemaking. Life can be richer than most of imagine, if we just follow our hearts.

Ms. Dana A., Cincinnati, Ohio

Traci is the kind of girl you d expect to see in a yogurt commercial on television, surrounded by children and flowers. She s five feet four in her canvas shoes and seldom wears makeup. Until recently, she always dressed in earth tone colors.

Traci and I work in the same factory, and during our conversations I learned that she didn t know a soul here in Memphis and lived alone. From the perspective of someone almost twice her age, she was as refreshing as a mint Lifesaver every time we talked.

Recently, our company changed its policy on smoking, banning it in the entire building. So those of us who smoked started having lunch off the premises. Traci and I took our lunch breaks at the same time and talked about a lot of things, among them our mutual problem of being overweight. One day, she invited me to her place for dinner, saying that a salad instead of my high calorie dinner with beer would be good for me.

I arrived at her place a little early and stood outside wondering what I was doing. Did Traci see me as a father figure? Was she looking for a friend or a lover? And did I want to be more than just a friend? Well, there was only one way to find out, so I knocked on her door.

Traci let me in and led me to her small but efficient kitchen. She was still in her canvas shoes and earth tones, but had done something fascinating to her hair that I d never seen at work. The salad she served was surprisingly tasty, and we talked about what else would be good for us, like exercise, quitting cigarettes, a richer social life. Then she asked how long it had been since I d been with a woman. I admitted that it had been a very long time. She said that wasn t healthy or good either.

I could feel a blush coming to my face and a stirring in my groin. Hesitantly, I said, What did you have in mind? Traci said she had been reading Variations and wanted to try something new but not with a stranger, with a friend. She leaned across the table and kissed me on the cheek. She whispered, Wait right here, and then disappeared into her bedroom.

I sat there, as nervous as a guy on his first date and with a growing hard on. It was nice that Traci was concerned about me, and being her friend I was concerned about her. I had never really thought about her in a sexual way before, but now the face of a pretty girl flashed in my mind.

Traci reappeared wearing a flannel robe and carrying a bottle of lotion. She took my hand and led me to the couch. Sitting down, she leaned over to turn off the table lamp and the room went almost dark, except for the hall light. She undid her belt as I stood before her. I helped her with the snap on my pants as she undid the zipper. In no time, I was naked from the waist down. She took my erection in her hand and began smoothing lotion over it, rubbing both hands up and down and all over my cock and balls. I could feel a climax coming on rapidly and told her so.

Relax and enjoy complete release, Traci said. I came in her hands, and she kept rubbing and massaging me until my knees were weak and I was spent. Now come close to me, she whispered. She untied her robe and pulled open the front. Suck my titties while you put some lotion on my pussy. Her breasts were large and her pussy was covered with soft tangles of pubic hair. I put some lotion on my hand and placed it between her legs. Her hips began to grind against my hand as she said over and over, Harder, rub my pussy, suck my titties.

When I thought she was close to coming, I whispered, Relax and release. She shuddered and moaned.

We sat on the couch with Traci still in her robe and me in my shirt. I fumbled in the dark for cigarettes and a lighter. As we smoked, we tried to describe our orgasms to each other. After Traci had snuffed out her cigarette, she put more lotion on my cock and whispered, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I ve read about it and it sounds very exciting. Please, let s try it. Fuck my ass good.

Removing her robe, Traci got on the couch on all fours. She handed me the lotion and then stuck her rear end up in the air. I poured a generous amount of lotion on her upraised, oversized, beautiful ass, then gently massaged her cheeks and the tiny opening. I ran a finger up and down her crack, finally pushing it all the way inside her bottom. That feels good, she said excitedly. Let s try your cock.

I slowly removed my finger and placed my rigid cock at her anus. Traci pushed her bottom back toward me. The head of my cock popped inside her and she jerked. Are you alright? I asked.

In a low voice she replied, That feels great. Play with my pussy.

Steadying myself with one hand, I reached under her with the other and found her clit. She began a steady back and forth motion, which sent my cock deeper into her ass and rubbed her pussy up and down against my fingers. Suddenly she began to moan loudly and I could feel my cock being squeezed by her tight sphincter. I soon realized that I was about to come twice in the same night, for the first time in my life!

I tried my best to prolong my orgasm, but I couldn t. And a moment later, Traci came, collapsing on the couch with me on top of her. That was beautiful, I whispered.

The next day at work I noticed Traci wearing white denims and red shoes with a short heel. At lunch we got a table away from the others and had a chef s salad. On the way out of the restaurant, she suddenly stopped and I bumped into her behind. She turned and said, Salad and dessert at my place at seven.

I replied, What are friends for?

Traci and I have been having salad and dessert for five months now. She now shaves her pussy and wears skirts, nylons and makeup. She also has a new wiggle in her walk. We have tried several different sexual adventures, but maybe the most important thing we do together is feel really good about ourselves. We are the best of friends. We trust and understand each other. Recently, we started talking about sharing an apartment. After all, what are good friends for?

Mr. Sherman C., Memphis, Tennessee

I have a lifestyle that evolved from reading letters in your magazine concerning female domination and transvestism. I ve used what I learned on my boyfriends, one of whom is now my husband.

I started getting interested in male submission about three years ago, when I was a single girl in grad school. I instinctively knew that the only way for me to be truly happy in a relationship would be if I wore the pants and the guy wore the apron. I stumbled through a few trial and error relationships as I refined my techniques of seduction, control and domination. Doing too much too fast, I learned, scared men off. A gradual transformation process seemed to work best.

My first success came with a fellow student named Bob. Over the course of three months I transformed Bob into Bobbie, my personal French maid. Bob made quite a lovely girl and was very skilled in all facets of housework. Unfortunately, he was not as skilled in the classroom and ultimately returned home to take a job in his father s business. Quite abruptly, my reign as queen ended after having Bob at my beck and call for only eight months. I knew there was no way I could return to a traditional lifestyle after experiencing such bliss, so I began my search for a new slave. Fortunately, I didn t have to look long.

While in the school bookstore, I noticed a nice looking guy glancing through the women s magazines. I saw him pick up one that had a special section on hairstyling tips. Sure enough, that was the section he turned to first. I asked him if perhaps he did hair, complimenting him on his haircut and saying that I couldn t help but notice what he was reading. Before he could stammer out a reply, I told him I was helpless with my own hair and desperately needed some tutoring. I then introduced myself and he told me his name was Alex.

Alex told me he only looked in women s magazines to get tips on caring for long hair, because he liked to wear his that way. I giggled and said that maybe we could get together, pull out all our magazines and do each other s hair. He laughed and said that would be an experience. I then pulled out a pen and paper, wrote down my address, gave it to Alex and told him to be at my place the next day at 6 p.m. sharp. I left him standing there with his mouth open and a hard lump in his pants. I raced away feeling excited, extremely confident that I had found Bobbie s replacement.

Alex had all the potential for a TV slave. He wasn t too tall, maybe five feet nine inches. He was slender, and best of all, his features were soft. Also, it was easy to imagine giving his long hair a curly perm. My heart pounded with anticipation as I fantasized what Alex would look like all prettied up.

To my delight, Alex arrived at my house right on time. I told him that I was glad he had decided to come. He seemed ill at ease, so I told him that we d take it one step at a time. We sat down in the living room and over some wine began glancing through hairstyle magazines together. Alex had quite a collection and seemed to prefer long hair with tight curls.

We finally agreed that I d do his hair first. I insisted on selecting the style, and to my glee, he agreed. I also got him to agree to wear one of my nighties, since I had accidentally spilled a little wine on his shirt and pants and insisted on washing them for him. Smiling, I complimented him on his appearance when he returned from the bathroom garbed in a pink baby doll nightie with ruffled lace panties.

Before long, I had Alex sitting in my vanity chair with his hair all up in curlers. I then commented casually that it was a shame to only do his hair. Using all my charm, I coaxed him into letting me do his makeup. Soon I was applying foundation, eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. Alex was looking prettier by the minute! But I didn t stop there.

Next came a pretty red nail polish. I then went back to his hair and eventually arrived at the style I had selected: an ultra feminine look of full, cascading curls. I was all smiles as I watched him scrutinize his new look in the mirror. His face turned red as I reached down and placed my hand on his bulging cock. I said that my game was obviously a very big turn on for him and I was glad, because it was a really big turn on for me. He was speechless.

I told Alex that if he was willing, we continue the game, because it would only get better. I led him to the bathroom and instructed him to get undressed and step into the shower. He complied. I handed him hair remover, shaving cream and a razor, instructing him to remove all his body hair except his pubic curls. And I warned him not to get his new hairstyle wet or I would punish him severely.

Soon Alex was stepping out of the shower with smooth skin. I handed him perfumed lotion and then led him to my bedroom. There, laid out on the bed, was Bobbie s old French maid uniform awaiting its new owner, Alex or should I say, Alexandria. I looked at Alex sternly and told him I thought it was time he got dressed. I handed him his frilly panties and bra and watched gleefully as he slipped them on.

Next came a garter belt and nylons, followed by a camisole. I had him slip into four inch heels and finally into a dress, complete with petticoats. A lace apron and cap completed his outfit. Once again I had a French maid at my beck and call. Alexandria was even prettier than Bobbie!

Alexandria was instructed to pour me a glass of wine. I smiled as he carefully walked into the kitchen, his high heels clicking on the floor. Alexandria served my wine and I instructed him to help choose a hairstyle for me. He settled onto the couch next to me, holding his flowing petticoats down and crossing his legs in true ladylike fashion.

Later, with my hair done in the style I had chosen, I steered Alexandria to my bed. My new French maid proved to be equally adept at cunnilingus and fucking, bringing me to several delicious orgasms with his tongue and his super hard cock. I especially enjoyed reaching under his petticoats and playing with his cock until he came in his panties.

So delighted were we with our relationship that we decided to get married. Today, Alexandria waits on me hand and foot, tends to all household chores and sees to it that I remain happy and content in bed. His punishment when he displeases me (which is more pretend than anything else, for he performs his required duties with grace and aplomb), is a good fucking of his ass. I think in fact I know that he sometimes deliberately does something to irritate me just because he so enjoys having his cute little butt fucked. Just the sight of me strapping on my dildo is enough to bring a sparkle to his eyes.

Variations is our constant bedside companion, for I know, as does Alexandria, that one can never learn enough about female domination and the proper behavior of the French maid.

Ms. Kylie L., Bakersfield, California