Last month, my wife Olivia and I went to Vegas for the weekend with a good friend of mine. It was a trip I m sure my wife won t soon forget.

Dennis and I were down in the casino gambling, and after we d lost most of our money, we decided to go up to my room for a drink. Olivia had retired earlier in the evening, and when we walked into the room she was just coming out of the shower. She grabbed a towel to cover herself in a hurry. Trying to save her some embarrassment, I tried to joke about it, saying, Oh, I see our entertainment is ready now.

My pretty wife smiled and said, Only if you two think you can handle it. With that, she let the towel drop to the floor. She walked over to the bed and spread herself out quite seductively. Dennis was staring at her firm tits and shaved pussy and I knew he liked what he saw. Still, I asked Olivia if she would really like us to join her, and she said if it was okay with me, sure.

Dennis and I quickly undressed and climbed into bed with my wife. She told Dennis to taste her pussy, and as he wormed his tongue into her cunt, I managed to get my head down there, too. Having two tongues going at her at the same time was getting Olivia excited.

We kept tonguing my wife until I told Dennis to get in a sixty nine position with her. Then, I slid Olivia s ass to the edge of the bed. As she eagerly took Dennis s cock into her mouth and he resumed licking her pussy, I drove my cock into her from behind. I fucked her for a few minutes, then pulled my cock out. I took some of her pussy juice on my finger and rubbed it over her asshole. I tried working my cock into her asshole but she was too tight, so I smeared more pussy juice on her small rear hole, easing it open with my finger.

I fucked Olivia with my finger for several minutes while Dennis continued eating her. After a while I pushed two fingers inside my wife s ass. When she was comfortable with that, I tried pushing my cock into her ass again. This time I was able to get the head inside her. I kept the pressure on, slowly but surely working all six inches of my hard cock into her beautiful bottom.

Olivia started to come, her whole body tensing as her orgasm took over her senses. I continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of her tight ass until I was close to coming. I pulled out and told Dennis to get on his back so Olivia could straddle him and guide his cock up into her cunt. Then, after getting her to lean forward with her breasts pressed against his chest, I pressed my cock into her ass again.

Now Olivia was sandwiched between us, and she was loving it. She started rocking her hips up and down and soon another orgasm shook her body. Moments later, I exploded inside her ass in what was the best orgasm I have ever had. The feel of my hot come spurting into her ass, and then Dennis exploding in her cunt right after, was enough to put Olivia in seventh heaven yet again. As soon as I pulled out of my wife s ass she swung around, dropped her dripping cunt onto Dennis s face as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked the rest of the come out of him.

After Dennis left, my wife said she wanted to thank me for the most special night of her life, and she started to suck me. With her lips sliding wetly up and down my cock, it wasn t long before I was hard again. She kept on sucking, driving me into a frenzy, and I was rocking all over the bed and crying that it felt fantastic. Just as I thought it couldn t get any better, Olivia took her thumb and drove it into my ass. I came instantly, filling her mouth with hot come as she continued to pump my ass with her thumb and suck out every drop of come I had for her. When she was finished, I lay there crying tears of joy, my whole body trembling.

I don t know if we ll do this again, but we ll always have the memory of our fantastic night in Vegas. Olivia had several mind blowing orgasms and I was treated to the best blowjob of my life. I m so happy.

Mr. Nick H., Olympia, Washington

As a male submissive and believer in female superiority, I have found the ideal lover in Toni. It is kind of like being an adoring lamb, forever kept on guard by an unpredictable lioness. I tiptoe around when she is home, catering to her and pampering her, yet knowing that at any moment she might knock me senseless with some outrageous demand. Oddly enough, this constant fear only enhances my feelings of adoration and lust.

Toni likes to keep me in a state of perpetual arousal. She is in her early thirties, five years older than me, an independent divorc e with a nice income from her financial investments. She is also a charismatic, beautiful woman a dark haired, lush figured creature who swims a mile a day at her health club and worked her way through college as an artists and sculptors model. Heads turn wherever she goes. My reactions to Toni, of course, are considerably stronger.

Whenever Toni comes home, I immediately drop whatever household chore I m doing and rush to greet her falling to my knees, clasping her calves, then sliding down to kiss her feet. She may have me crawl after her and bury my face between her thighs and worship her cunt while she reads her mail. Or she may wish to amuse herself by toying with my cock and balls (I am kept naked at home).

I am chained to her bed at night and sleep on the carpet. But I may be summoned into her bed at any hour with a yank of the chain, albeit with the promise of a sound spanking if I drool pre come on her satin sheets.

I wouldn t dream of leaving Toni. It is far more likely that she will tire of me in favor of a new slave. She often hints about this, then teases me about the resulting anxiety it causes. Then, in the midst of my delicious torment, she may unbutton her blouse and smother my face in her bulging breasts as she pushes me against the wall. These are the heavenly moments I think of when she is being cruel. My life couldn t be better.

Mr. Will Z., Juneau, Alaska

As I write this letter, I m looking at my reflection in our wall to wall mirrors. My royal blue satin bridesmaid gown shimmers the long, light brown curls of my wig fall sensuously on my shoulders and the back of my neck. A slight movement of my head causes my silver hoop earrings to glitter and dance. As I move and rub my stockinged legs together, the rustle of many layers of floor length taffeta petticoats makes me shiver. Tonight I am Karen.

I have been cross dressing since my own wedding day, first secretly with my wife s things and today with my own trousseau. My trousseau consists of a dozen bridesmaid gowns in all colors and fabrics, plus short dresses, bras, panties, slips, camisoles and many other gossamer delights.

I live in an area where there are many bridal gown outlets, so buying female attire is never a problem. An indication to the saleswoman that the bra, slip or gown is for one s lover is usually sufficient to elicit attentive service. I will often wear a bra, slip and panties under my clothes while shopping. The gowns I buy are samples and are usually sold at giveaway prices. At these stores I also buy my floor length petticoats. I often fantasize about wearing a bridal gown, and I intend to buy one in the future.

Recently my wife and I attended a wedding and under my black three piece suit I wore black panties, pantyhose, bra and slip. That evening, dancing with my wife, the bride and other women, was a most electrifying experience!

I keep myself shaved everywhere, and fortunately for me, my wife dislikes hairy men and regularly shaves my back, which is a very big help. Tonight, after showering, I applied a generous portion of scented body lotion all over. My fingers and toenails received multiple coats of bright red nail enamel. My face was next: foundation makeup, blush, eyeliner and shadow, mascara and, lastly, a thick creamy application of red lip gloss.

Since the gown I ve chosen for the evening is strapless and worn off the shoulders, a long line strapless bra is a must. My gown has an extremely full skirt, so I decided to wear two petticoats. The first one I stepped into and hooked. Next, I sprayed myself with my wife s favorite perfume. After putting on a necklace and matching earrings, I slipped the blue satin bridesmaid gown over my head. With my heart beating fast, I reached back and very slowly zipped it up.

Now, as I pirouette in front of the mirror, I m sure those readers who dress up know exactly how I feel.

Several years ago, before we were married, I worked up the courage to tell my wife, Linda, of my bridal fantasy while we were making love. She wanted to know if I liked feminine attire. She asked if she could tie me down, which was certainly a first for me. She then asked me more questions about my fantasy as she worked my cock over with her mouth. She seemed to know I wasn t telling all and continued, as I twisted and squirmed under her mouth and hands.

You are not telling me everything, she barked. Finally, I blurted out that I enjoyed dressing up as a girl. She continued working over my cock. Then she balled up her panties and stuffed them under my nose, demanding to know more. I confessed that not only did I like dressing as a bridesmaid, I often masturbate when I m made up.

At this point, Linda untied me. She then made me put on her bra, slip and panties and we made fabulous love. Later she said, Ed, I want you to masturbate for me. From her purse she produced a cream for me to masturbate with, indicating that I d better not get semen on her things. As I was masturbating she did it too, and it was the first time I had seen a woman do that.

Linda and I dated more frequently after that. She indicated that she did not mind at all if I enjoyed dressing up. In fact, she enjoyed making love with me feminized. It was a benchmark in my life, coming out of the closet, and certainly the turning point in our courtship.

I don t cross dress all that often with my wife, but to know that I can is the most important thing for me in our sex life together.

Mr. Ed M., Amarillo, Texas

I ve had thirty eight birthdays and gifts to go along with them, but the gift my wife, Diedre, gave me recently is by far the most exciting one I ve ever received. And her delightful surprise came about only because of your wonderful little magazine.

We started reading Variations together nearly a year ago. We were on a trip and a snowstorm stranded us in a motel with little to do for two days and nights. Fortunately, I bought the current issue at a convenience store the first night. We experienced passion between us during those two days that I thought only happened in people s fantasies. Since then, we ve read every issue together.

While the articles have been great, a real source of pleasure for us is your pictorials. One night, I told my wife that she would look as good as any of the women in the magazine if she were photographed by professionals who knew what they were doing. I forgot about it until the other day, when she presented me with the birthday gift that I mentioned earlier.

You guessed it. My beautiful wife actually found herself a photographer and had him photograph her in a way guaranteed to turn me on. Diedre handed me a dozen pictures, beginning with those showing her fully clothed if only in a short skirt and see through blouse and proceeding through various stages of undress. The last few shots were of her completely naked. My personal favorite is the one where she is bending over and looking back at the camera with a seductively naughty look on her face as she pushes her panties down.

Make no mistake, the pictures by themselves are a real turn on, but equally arousing is when my wife describes the picture taking session in detail. When I think of how my wife stripped, stretched, bent over and posed so provocatively in front of another man, well, what can I say? I ve been screwing her like crazy lately.

But beyond that as if thinking of my wife disrobing and posing seductively for another man isn t enough she had to tell me how turned on she was and that it was all she could do not to beg the photographer to fuck her!

Next week I have to travel to Denver on business, and you can be sure those hot photos are going with me. I know I ll be jerking off like crazy every night looking at those pictures of my sexy wife stark naked.

Mr. Tanner E., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Although I ve been married to Veronica for five years, she still enjoys a good finger fucking when the opportunity presents itself. It have done it to her while driving along the expressway in full view of passing trucks, in darkened theaters, in restaurants where the tablecloths were long enough to shield my hand, and while watching TV at home.

Her penchant for this type of activity became apparent on our third date. We had spent the day with some other couples at a friend s cottage. After a full day in the sun swimming, playing volleyball, eating and drinking, we headed back to the city. My buddy Jan was driving and his girlfriend Sonia sat beside him in the front seat. Veronica and I were in the backseat. I was in a very horny mood after spending hours watching Veronica cavort in a bikini that barely covered her magnificent body.

After about a half hour, it was completely dark inside the car, and I decided to feel up Veronica a little bit. I started by moving my hand along her thigh. Her terrycloth wraparound felt soft in my hand. Veronica did not object to my hand, and so I continued. After a while I managed to get the palm of my hand against her covered vulva. Still there was no resistance on Veronica s part.

My hand retraced its path. This time, when I moved up her leg I detected a quickening of her breathing and a shifting of her seated position. Occasionally, Sonia would look back from the front seat to make conversation. Veronica s voice took on a different tone when she responded to Sonia. It was obvious that my date was getting very aroused.

As I moved my hand up Veronica s bare skin, she began to move against me. Finally, I reached her panty covered cunt. Whatever style panties she was wearing barely covered her slit. My finger sent me the message that her pussy juices were already flowing. I decided to take the plunge and slipped the band that covered her narrow cunt lips to one side. My finger entered her easily and she gasped. I moved in and out, making sure to brush her clitoris with my finger. She thrust herself hard against my hand, and it was apparent that she was getting ready to come. Just then, Sonia looked back and started another long conversation. Somehow, Veronica regained her composure and didn t go over the top.

A few minutes later we were at Veronica s house and I walked her to the door. We kissed deeply and then she whispered in my ear, That was a nasty thing you did to me in the car.

I m sorry, I responded. It won t happen again.

Don t be sorry, she said. I want you to finish what you started the next time I see you.

Needless to say, the intervening days before our next date were agonizing. I was out of town on business the whole week. Our next date was on a Saturday night. No sooner was Veronica beside me in the car than I was working my hand between her legs. I soon found out that she was wearing crotchless panties and practically oozing juice. I got her off at least three times in the first few minutes that I finger fucked her.

That was seven years ago, and Veronica s enjoyment of a good finger fuck hasn t waned one bit.

Mr. Les E., Dayton, Ohio

I travel a lot for my company, and I get really horny alone in a motel room thinking of my wife at home. Lori and I have been married for nine years, and we have a good sex life. We like to do wild and crazy things, like ride around on the highway at night and show off her fine body to truckers.

Many truckers have seen her sucking my cock with our interior car light on. Often she raises her short skirt, so they can see her finger fucking herself. We get a lot of horn blasts from these guys. Several times we ve parked at a truck stop between all the big rigs, turned on the interior light, stripped naked and fucked in the car with the doors locked, of course. We always get an audience, which excites us both.

Once we parked next to an eighteen wheeler and started making out. After I took Lori s dress off and pulled her panties down, the truck driver got down out of his cab for a better view. He took in the sight of her fine ass as she sucked me. Then, when she sat down on my hard cock, she looked straight in his eyes as she rode me. He pulled his cock out and started jacking off. The three of us came at the same time, with the truck driver splattering our window with come.

Last year, I bought Lori a vibrator to keep her company while I m away. Several times I ve come home to catch her using it on her pussy and clitoris. She told me that even with me gone for three nights at a time, she wouldn t think of fucking someone else as long as she has her vibrator. Even though we sometimes talk nasty about her taking a second cock, I believe her when she says she d never fuck anybody else.

A few months ago I brought home a dildo that looks and feels like a real cock. We ve had a lot of fun with it, both at home and on the highway. Lori even let me fuck her in the ass once while she slid the dildo in and out of her cunt. She had an orgasm that shook the house!

Our favorite thing is for her to suck me until I come in her mouth or on her face while she fucks her pussy with her toy. She says it s like fucking two men at the same time. I get really hot when she talks like this, even though I know it s just talk.

I came home a night earlier than expected last month, and when I got to the house I saw a car in the driveway. Curious, I parked down the block and walked to the house. The light was on in the living room and I could see through a gap in the curtains. There was Lori sitting on the couch with her skirt up. She was working the dildo in and out of her cunt in front of two guys I had never seen before. They were sitting across from her and stroking the hard cocks sticking out of their pants.

I heard one of the guys say that he was ready to fuck her, but my wife, true to her word, said that no one fucked her cunt but her husband. They were really enjoying the show she was putting on, as was I. I didn t see any harm if they wanted to watch her fuck herself while they jerked off. Hell, I enjoyed the same thing. But then I got a real surprise.

One of the guys walked over to where Lori was sitting and put his big cock near her face. She opened her mouth and took it in, stroking it with one hand while continuing to work the dildo in her cunt with the other. I could tell she was loving it, especially when the guy started shooting off in her mouth and on her face. She sucked him until he was limp and then the next guy got up and did the same thing, spraying come all over her flushed face. I had never been so hard in my life! Other than fucking her mouth, the guys never touched her, and Lori was still fucking herself when they left.

I hid in the bushes until they drove off, then went back to my car and drove to a payphone. I told Lori that I was coming home earlier than expected and that I should be there in an hour. She told me to hurry home because she was really horny and needed a good screwing. My nasty little wife then told me that she had been playing with her toy and that such an incredible thing had happened, she didn t think I d believe it. She told me that she had brought two guys home from a local bar and done some deliciously nasty things with them. I told her that it sounded like a great story to me and that I couldn t wait to get home and hear more.

Since then Lori has let me watch her suck off several eager studs while she diddled herself. She s kept her promise about not letting any of them fuck her pussy, but I have this nagging desire to watch her suck a big cock while another cock is in her cunt and I want to work the dildo in and out of her ass while she does this.

But I know I m one lucky guy and the best way to keep things humming along smoothly is to keep my extramarital dreams in the realm of our nasty sex talk as we fuck each other.

Mr. Earl P., Atlantic City, New Jersey

I recently had my first extramarital affair, and it was an experience that I would like to share with your readers. I am a very happily married woman in my mid thirties, with what my husband calls million dollar legs and a great body. After ten years of marriage, I still think my husband is the world s best lover. Not too long ago, however, I got the itch for some extracurricular activity with a dear old friend of mine.

I knew my husband wouldn t mind, either. He has always encouraged me to try a fling, provided I recite the details to him afterward. For him the idea was a great turn on. And I believed him when he said he wasn t looking for an excuse to fool around.

Maybe nothing would have happened had I not run into Jeremy at a school reunion last year. We had been friends in law school ten years earlier, before I was married. It was mostly platonic, but we had slept together a number of times, including one wild night when he ate my pussy for what seemed like hours. After I got married we lost touch, and I hadn t spoken to him in at least five years. When we spotted each other at the reunion, Jeremy hugged me warmly and kept saying how great I looked. He couldn t keep his eyes off me for the rest of the evening. I must say that I found his attention flattering, as he is a well built and very handsome guy.

I thought of Jeremy often in the ensuing months. Sometimes when making love to my husband, I would fantasize that I was with Jeremy and experience an unusually powerful orgasm. So one day I mustered up the nerve and called Jeremy at his law firm. After a few minutes of chitchat, I invited him to lunch at a hotel near my office. He eagerly accepted and we agreed to meet the next day. I immediately called and made a lunch reservation and another for a room. I passed the rest of the day in a fog. My husband tried to figure out why I was miles away, but I had decided to say nothing until afterward. I wanted to surprise him with the story of my fling.

The next morning I put on what my husband thinks is my sexiest work dress, a black cotton linen number that hugs my hips and sets off my legs. I also wore high heeled black fuck me pumps. My nails were done in a provocative red. My hubby s eyes were popping out when he dropped me at the train station, and I think he knew what I was up to. But he didn t know that into my purse I had slipped a pair of black, seamed thigh high stockings that I d never had the nerve to wear out of the house before. I planned to switch from my regular pantyhose in the ladies room at the restaurant before I met Jeremy. I counted the minutes as the morning passed and then dashed out of the office before noon.

When I got to the hotel I picked up the room key and donned the stockings. Upon entering the restaurant, which was filled with businessmen in lunch meetings, I could feel every man s eyes on me. It was quite exciting. Jeremy had secured a secluded corner table, and his tongue was practically hanging out as I approached. You look fantastic, he sputtered. Instead of answering, I gave him an open mouth kiss, teasing his tongue for a moment and noting with satisfaction that his cock had instantly come to attention in his pants.

We made small talk while lunch was served. Jeremy was devouring me with his eyes, but I could tell he was unsure how far I wanted things to go. Time, I thought, to take some initiative. I reached under the table and gently stroked the inside of his thigh with my red nails. Boy, did he get the message. His hand dipped between my legs and slid up to my crotch. Trembling with sexual excitement, I drew the room key from my purse and set it in front of him on the table. He smiled, kissed me deeply on the lips and said what a coincidence it was that he had canceled all his afternoon appointments.

Up to the room we went without further delay. Jeremy peeled my dress off and removed my panties and bra, leaving only my stockings and black pumps. I eased him out of his clothes, and we stood naked and embraced. It was delicious to feel the heat of another man s body. Jeremy s hands roamed all over me, setting off tingling sensations everywhere at once.

I pulled him down on the bed and gently nudged him onto his back. I fondled his cock, which was rock hard and thick, the tip glistening with pre come. Then I rubbed it wantonly across my lips before licking it with my eager tongue. That feels so nice, my lover moaned. Please suck it for me. I was only too happy to oblige. I opened my mouth to take as much of his cock as I could and began a slow up and down motion, squeezing at the base of his shaft to increase his pleasure. But I didn t want him to come just yet, so I slowed the pace and resumed teasing him with my tongue. Jeremy growled in happy frustration.

Soon enough I was on my back, with Jeremy poised above me. His rigid cock brushed my pussy lips, which were wet with my desire. Now I was the one moaning in anticipation. You tease, I murmured. If you were a real man, you d put it in. He smiled and gave me a deep soul kiss, then placed the tip of his cock at the opening of my moist cunt and pushed himself deep inside me. His hard manhood, the smell of his sweat, the heat of our bodies locked together the whole scene was magnificent. A current of sexual electricity coursed through my body as I wrapped my stockinged legs around my lover and urged him on.

As Jeremy plunged deep into my pussy, I realized that I had not taken my watch off. Suddenly I remembered that famous scene in the movie Klute where Jane Fonda checks her watch while she fucks a john. I smiled because I wear the same style watch it really added to the sense of illicit pleasure. I m practically a call girl for the afternoon, I thought to myself, and I love it! I teased Jeremy with my nails and told him what a terrific fuck he was.

He lifted my legs onto his strong shoulders. I grasped his arms as he carried me along on the ride to ecstasy, my cunt slick with my love juices as I came in waves. Jeremy followed moments later, filling me with his passion and leaving me warm and wet.

He collapsed beside me, but I was too turned on to stop. I felt his cream trickling down my thighs. I hadn t forgotten that Jeremy had been bragging at lunch, whispering into my ear what an eager practitioner of the oral arts he was. I turned him onto his back. I certainly don t want to miss your expert tongue, darling, I cooed, as I moved to straddle his face. He ate me eagerly, his finger probing my sensitive anus, and I soon exploded in another gut wrenching orgasm.

By then it was past three o clock and we quickly dressed to return to our respective offices. It had been a deliciously wicked day all around. I suddenly felt as if I d earned my wings as a very happy woman of the world. And I knew that even greater pleasures lay ahead, for when I told my husband about my dalliance with Jeremy, he d surely go wild with desire and screw me royally.

Which is exactly what he did.

Ms. Tina Y., Providence, Rhode Island

My acquaintance with Barry and Karen came about in an unusual way. I had taken this particular Friday morning off to get a head start on a long weekend of bicycling at the beach. It was a beautiful day in late May, and I knew I could expect to have the beach pretty much to myself.

As I drove along the highway, my mind filled with thoughts about a recently ended affair with a young woman named Debbie. A passive secretary by day, she would turn into a lusty, assertive woman at night, often spanking me when I was bad. I missed my little mistress and had not been with any women for almost four months.

Just before getting to the park entrance, I saw a couple, whom I would get to know as Barry and Karen, standing next to their car. The jack under the car and the missing tire explained their plight. I stopped to ask if they needed any help. They were an attractive couple in their thirties. Her hiking boots, cargo pocketed khaki walking shorts and military style shirt did nothing to detract from her superb figure. Karen explained to me that the spare tire was deflated to the point where it was useless. I told them they were in luck because I had a small air compressor that plugs into the cigarette lighter very handy for my bicycle. We soon had the spare sufficiently inflated to do the job.

I learned that Karen and Barry were going to the state park, which had camping areas located within hiking distance of the beach. I couldn t help but admire Karen s strong yet feminine body as she helped reload their camping gear into the trunk of their car. She seemed to be not only strong physically, but also the decision maker and the one in charge of this twosome. I offered to follow them into the park, just to make sure their tire would hold. We parted company at the main parking area, and I went off to the changing rooms and the concession stand to pick up ice and beer for my cooler. Then I set off to find a secluded section of beach.

After many years of wearing a Speedo, I had bought myself one of those thong type suits for this season. It was a fluorescent lime green and made of some sort of spandex material that practically molded itself to my cock like a second skin. The thong strap in back buried itself between my asscheeks so I was close to being bare assed naked.

It wasn t too long before I overtook my new acquaintances, laden as they were with monstrous backpacks. I fell into stride with them, and we chatted about a variety of subjects. About three miles up the beach, we arrived at one of the designated camping areas. As I was about to say goodbye to them and proceed up the beach, Karen said, Since you re by yourself, wouldn t you like to join us here? I explained that my bathing suit under my running shorts was a bit immodest, and that I didn t want to embarrass anyone. Karen laughed and said, Stay. Her invitation was almost a command, which I found curiously arousing, and I accepted.

The three of us quickly got their tent set up, and then Barry and Karen went into it to change into their bathing suits. Meanwhile, I walked down to the water s edge. A few minutes later, I looked up to see them coming toward me. Karen was wearing a one piece white suit of the thinnest material imaginable. It contrasted starkly with her dark tan and hair and emphasized her shapely figure. Barry was wearing a blue bikini with thin straps on each side. While it wasn t particularly revealing, it appeared barely able to contain a good sized cock. In fact, the suit seemed to lift his balls and push his cock outward to show off his genitals.

I could see that Karen was watching me closely as I took off my shirt and running shorts. The unlined stretch material of my thong revealed nearly every detail and nuance of my partially tumescent cock. Very sexy, Karen said appreciatively. I can t wait to see it wet.

Now Karen turned and sprinted toward the water. Barry and I weren t far behind. We swam for about a half hour and then returned to the shore. I couldn t keep my eyes off Karen s gorgeous body in its diaphanous cocoon of stretch nylon. She asked if I would mind if she sunbathed topless, and before I could even answer, she began to roll the top of her suit down. A moment later she was applying suntan lotion to her mouth watering breasts. I had no doubt she knew she was driving me crazy with desire.

After a while, Karen asked me to put lotion on her back and legs. I was only too glad to have an excuse to get my hands on that lovely body. Kneeling beside her, I spread the creamy lotion across her back and down to where the bathing suit was rolled about her waist. She asked me to pull the suit down, and I obeyed. I smoothed the lotion across the tops of her asscheeks, and almost immediately my uncontrollable little pocket monster began to press forcibly against its stretchy prison. Karen saw what was happening and smiled. I finished rubbing lotion on her lower legs, then swiveled around to sit on my towel.

We got to talking about bathing suits and I told Barry that his suit did a magnificent job of displaying his cock and balls, and I had been trying to figure out how it did so. Karen laughed and said, Go on, baby, show him the secret. Barry unsnapped the metal fastener on the side of his bikini, pulling it aside to reveal a black leather strap about three quarters of an inch wide. The strap went under his balls and around the base of his cock and snapped closed to form a tight leather cockring. It worked much like a push up bra, elevating his balls and pulling the shaft of his cock outward.

Karen explained that she loved to bind Barry s cock and balls with various leather devices. I had to admit that I was intrigued and said I d have to get myself one. Why wait? asked Karen. Barry can fix you up right now. Grinning, Barry indicated that I should follow him up to the tent. Once there, he brought out what looked like a large shaving kit containing a treasure trove of erotic items. He selected an H shaped leather device that he called a cockstrap and ball divider and explained how to put it on.

It was very similar to the strap Barry had on, and when I got the contraption properly adjusted, my balls stuck out from their leather encirclements like two giant grapes about to explode. The sensation was strongly arousing. Barry reached into the bag again and held up a pair of nipple clamps chained together. Wait till she makes you wear these, he said.

Makes me?

Karen is a very dominant woman, my friend. And I see the effect she has on you. Mark my words, she ll end up doing exactly what she wants.

I thought about what Barry said as I put my thong back on over my new leather cock harness. As we walked back to Karen, I could feel the leather restraints pulling at my balls. Karen was watching me intently as I neared her, and I could feel my rapidly growing hard on pushing my thong to the limits of expansion.

Well, well, Karen said. See how handsome your cock and balls look now. Don t you like having your manhood strapped into leather? She reached out and stroked the length of my excited cock. I felt like I was on the verge of shooting my load, like I was having a wet dream I couldn t control.

Yes, Mistress, I replied, as the come began gushing out of my pulsating cock, soaking my thong, some of it percolating through the material until it finally dripped onto the sand. The eruption of Mt. Pinatubo couldn t have matched the spewing of come from my cock. Finally, with one last spasmodic jerk, my cock oozed a final drop of come into my suit and I knew I was Karen s new sex slave.

Mr. Alex C., Norfolk, Virginia

My wild weekend affair began in such a businesslike manner!

During our corporate meetings last year, Len had been friendly yet very professional, and I was happy to bump into him a month ago in Toronto. I was killing time in the hotel lobby until I had to take a cab to the airport for my flight home. When I saw him my heart skipped a beat. He s a really great looking guy and I d had some pretty steamy fantasies about him, even as I upheld the image of the proper businesswoman.

Over drinks in the hotel lounge, we spoke at length about our respective companies and our profession in general, but there was no denying the sexual tension between us. Before we parted company, I told Len that I would be returning to Toronto soon and gave him my phone number in Calgary. Just as I was about to leave for the airport, he took my hand and said that since he too would be returning to Toronto, perhaps we could coordinate our trips. His smile left little doubt as to what he had in mind. Sure enough, he called me at home and, before I knew it, we had agreed to share a room on our next trip to Toronto.

For three weeks before my trip, I alternated between fantasies and worries about what my new lover would be like. All during the flight to Toronto I thought about Len. When I checked into the hotel and went up to my room, there he was, as dreamy as ever. We were both a little nervous, and to break the ice I suggested we go for drinks. He initially agreed, but as I started to take charge, he decided to take the lead.

Taking me in his arms, he told me how beautiful I looked and then kissed me hungrily. Then he suggested that I take off his clothes. With my pussy burning, I removed his tie, loosened his shirt, then took off his jacket. All the while, he was kissing and caressing me, running his hands down my back, across the cheeks of my ass, around my waist and up over the cups of my bra. I got his shirt open and slid my arms around him. We kissed again.

I knelt in front of Len and took off his shoes, my pussy getting hotter and wetter with each passing second. In no time, his boxer shorts and pants were a rumpled heap around his feet and his erect penis was inches from my face. I slid his erection into my mouth and started sucking on it, massaging his balls with one hand while stroking myself with the other.

Just as I was beginning to anticipate his come in my mouth, he withdrew his cock and told me to get on the bed. Stepping out of his shorts and pants, he threw off his shirt and removed his socks. Joining me on the bed, he quickly took off my clothes. He went right for my breasts, kissing and sucking them both. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. When he reached my vagina he slid his fingers in and out of it, spreading my juices around my clitoris with two of his fingers. With a shudder and a moan, I had my first orgasm of the night.

Len now slowly kissed his way down my stomach. He breathed heavily on my pussy and then began to lap up my juices as I whimpered with pleasure. When he began to kiss and lick my clitoris, I squirmed and arched my pelvis toward his lips. By this time I was pulling on his thick blond hair and beginning to buck as another orgasm swept through my body. No sooner had I finished the heaviest part of my climax than Len rolled me gently onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.

I thought my lover was going to do me doggy style, but he surprised me by spreading my legs and then slithering on his back between them. He pulled me back onto him with one hand on my shoulder and the other around my waist. I felt the wonderful thickness of his cock as it rode up inside my soaking pussy. As he rocked his hips up and down on the bed, I reached down between my legs to play with his balls and feel his slippery cock as it slid in and out of me. But then Len began throwing his hips up at me for all he was worth, moaning loudly. When he came, shouting, Yes! Yes! Yes! his grip was tighter than tight on my hips.

After that night I didn t think that much more would come of our time together. But I was wrong. Not only did he treat me to another session of cunnilingus the next night, but he also provided me with a truly memorable sexual experience.

I was wearing some pretty white underwear that Len had picked out from among my things, and he was resting naked on the bed. I walked by him, heading for the shower, when he quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around me. He was kissing my neck as he turned me toward the dresser. Before pushing me forward onto it, he removed my bra. Then, while grinding his hips next to mine, he pinched my nipples.

Len s next little trick is what made the night so memorable. He removed my panties and I could feel his erection hard against me. To assist with his penetration, I flexed my knees and turned my head to one side. At that point, Len gently but firmly took my left wrist and brought my arm behind my back, holding it there firmly. Then he placed his other hand on the side of my face so that I couldn t turn it. Although I knew that if I wanted to get up he would have let me, the sensation of being in such a powerless position was unbelievably erotic.

Len was rocking back and forth now, his cock rubbing the length of my pussy. I was going crazy with the desire to feel him inside me. That he was fully enjoying this tease, there was no doubt. Finally he said, Put it in. Dutifully, I reached down between my legs with my free hand and felt for his hard cock. I was almost out of my mind with lust. Suddenly he shoved his cock into me as far as it would go. He began to talk softly to me, saying things like, Feel it, feel it sweeping over you. Then he moaned, So fucking hot, so fucking good. My orgasm was as intense as any I d ever had, and I was almost crying with happiness.

When I was done coming, Len began to fuck me. All the while he kept talking to me in his soft, sexy voice, saying so many wonderful things. You feel so nice inside, so deep and warm. As he got closer and closer to coming, he began to intensify his thrusts. Now it s my turn, he said. I m going to come in you so good. I m going to fill you up. With those words, he shuddered and spilled his come inside me. Spent, we collapsed onto the floor. Len and I eventually made it to the bed, where we napped in each other s arms.

Later, as I packed for the flight home, I complimented Len by saying, I ve never been seduced by stroke by stroke reporting before. To my surprise, Len responded that he had never been so vocal with a lover and that it must have something to do with the company he was keeping. I was headed for the shower, the same one I hadn t gotten to earlier, and suggested that Len come along for the fun of it all.

While in the shower we took turns soaping each other. Soon Len s cock was hard again and I sank to my knees and proceeded to suck it vigorously. I took one short break to say, It s so big and hard. I guess Len s style was beginning to rub off on me, because I had never been so vocal with any of my lovers, either. I slipped a hand between my legs and began to finger my pussy, but I was really lost in the task of making my lover unload in my mouth. Len, who had been encouraging my cocksucking in a low monologue, said, I m coming. God, I m going to come. At that point, he didn t have much of a load to shoot, but what come there was slid down my chin. With Len s flaccid cock in hand, I proceeded to bring myself off.

These days Len is in Europe and I have no idea when I ll see him again. Since our wild weekend I have become somewhat more vocal with my lover at home, but it s nowhere near as intensely arousing as it was with Len.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)