MOTORCYCLE MAMA AND PAPA REFUEL THEIR PASSION AT A BIKEFEST

My name s Roy and my old lady, Darleen, and I live in a small town outside of Rapid City, South Dakota. We were both born and bred there, and the only thing we like better than our cozy cabin in the country hills is our matching Harley Davidsons. Yeah, my old lady and I are true blue bikers.

Darleen and I have been married for ten years and the last time we had a vacation was our honeymoon. Last year Darleen got so antsy that I suggested we take two weeks off and go motorcycling in the Black Hills. Man, am I glad we decided to go.

We were more than happy when we realized that our vacation would include a weekend trip to Sturgis for the big biker gala. We hadn t been there for five years and we were looking forward to some rest and relaxation among our brethren. We decided to start out in Sturgis and work our way through the Black Hills toward home.

We packed up our gear sleeping bag, tent, utensils and leathers, and took off. I must say, my old lady looks magnificent on her bike. She s a tall redhead, and when she s dressed in leather from head to toe, she shines!

Well, we arrived in Sturgis with bells on and were greeted by thousands of people. It was one big party, especially since it was the event s fiftieth anniversary. Darleen and I found a great campsite that wasn t too crowded and we pitched our tent. We decided to have dinner in a local pub. It was a long wait, but we met some really nice people and had a ball drinking beer and dining on some real down home cooking.

When Darleen and I returned to our tent there were a few people around, so we decided to go for a little walk. It was a warm, clear night, and I was feeling romantic. The past year had been a real doozy for the both of us and I wanted to treat Darleen nice and gentle. I put my arm around her and held her close as we walked.

That s when Darleen said, Honey, all this warm night air and pleasantness is making me feel real good.

Now, when Darleen says she feels real good that means she s horny. I suggested that we go back to the tent, but she just kissed me right there underneath a copse of pine trees and said, No, baby, right now.

Well! I couldn t believe it. We hadn t been this spontaneous in years, but I undid my lady s pants in no time and dipped my fingers into her honeypot to collect her dew. Man, was she slick her cunt felt like it was filled with hot butter.

While I was massaging Darleen, she was grabbing at the crotch of my jeans. Thank God I had taken off my chaps or it would have been real complicated! The night breeze was sighing all around us and I could hear a running brook nearby. The next sound was the zipper of my pants coming down. My dick was so eager it just about sprang out of my pants!

Darleen kept pushing herself on my hand and kissing me. I was so aroused that the possibility of other people popping by didn t bother me one bit. My cock was pushing up against her leather shirt and it felt so good.

Darleen was a wild woman and came right on my hands. She shouted it out, too, and then got on her knees and took me in her mouth. I couldn t believe what we were doing, but hey, I wasn t about to stop.

My old lady is the best cocksucker. She takes me full in her mouth and runs her magic tongue all over my shaft. I felt so huge that night that I thought she would have some trouble, but Darleen was one determined lady. She maintained a wonderful rhythm up and down, at first just nipping at my cockhead, then taking me real deep, down to my balls.

I held her head and caressed her hair. She was moaning around me now and I was just about fucking her face. I roared just as loud as she had when I came. It felt so good, and when my bonny old lady stood up, I kissed her hard and deep.

The next day, after some bike games and contests, Darleen and I found that babbling brook and fucked right by it. I laid her down right there by the bank and plunged into her pussy. We were so rough and frenzied that I almost fell into the stream!

That weekend gave us a renewed passion for each other. I just couldn t get enough of my lovely lady, and right before we hit Hill City in the Black Hills National Forest, I made her pull over at a scenic overlook and fucked her right on her bike! We laughed because it was a little difficult, but my old lady always says, Never argue with a hard on!

Hill City has this wonderful place called the Horse Creek Inn, and we got ourselves a cabin and stayed there for about a week. But instead of using the big oak bed that was in our room, Darleen was adamant about having sex outside. One night we stole away into the forest with our double sleeping bag, and right there beneath the watchful eyes of good ol Crazy Horse, we fucked like never before.

I took Darleen in positions I had never dreamed of before. We even tried anal sex for the first time, and let me tell you, it was a thrill and a half for us both. Her insides were like velvet and I had such an orgasm that I swear we both saw more than just stars in the sky!

That trip really did us a whole lot of good. And now that it s getting warm again, Darleen is feeling frisky again. Luckily, there are a lot of woods here and no one around for miles . . .

Mr. Tom G., Box Elder, South Dakota

MOUNTAIN MOONLIGHT CASTS SPECIAL GLOW ON LOVING COUPLE S SECOND HONEYMOON

Unless you were there, you can t know what it was like in the Persian Gulf. Life in the desert with no sex was a living hell. My only consolation was the thought that one day it would all be over and I d be home again with Carol, my beautiful wife.

We had decided that a second honeymoon would be in order when I returned, and rather than face a mob of well wishers at Albuquerque s airport, we agreed that she would wait for me at the cabin belonging to some friends of ours just outside Taos, New Mexico. It was the perfect setting for our reunion.

At the sound of my rented car negotiating a steep incline near the picturesque vine clad cabin, Carol bounded outside to greet me. Oh, God, you ll never know how much I ve missed you, she murmured between a joyful jousting of our tongues.

We clung together as one entity, my wife s long blonde hair blanketing her shoulders, with gossamer strands teasing her face. Breasts that were warm and full pressed firmly into my chest. Her trim hips and thighs were snuggling so close, my cock throbbed in readiness. Carol smiled. I have a feeling it s going to be worth the long wait, was her dreamy prediction. This fresh mountain air really seems to be stimulating you.

As my hands squeezed the warm roundness of her rear, Carol told me that she wanted to make mad love outdoors that evening in the mountain moonlight. I ve discovered a real storybook stream created by nature for that very purpose, she rhapsodized. A bed of soft moss with a quilt of stars twinkling overhead. How does that grab you?

To be honest, I wasn t sure I wanted to wait that long, but I didn t protest as she took my hand and led me inside. A bottle of Champagne had been chilling, and I uncorked it while Carol went for glasses. We toasted the first day of the rest of our life together. Carol looked even more appealing when framed by the cabin s large picture window showing the majestic scenery outside. Mountains overlooking a large lake loomed in the distance. Various shades of green enhanced the bright flowers indigenous to the region. I couldn t wait any longer. Neither could my wife.

She undressed and all her wonders were revealed to welcome me home. As I fondled my wife s breasts, her hand slipped inside my pants to give my cock its own welcome home. She melted against me like hot liquid pouring on my flesh. Our kisses were even more hungry and passionate than before. Then, suddenly, she broke from my embrace and dashed toward the door. Follow the leader, she teased. Removing my clothes, I sprinted after her.

She led me on a merry chase to the spot she had mentioned earlier. Twilight had succumbed to a shimmering moon glow. Carol was getting her wish as we sank onto the moss, tumbling over each other until we ended up with her on top. All that pent up passion began pouring out. Her naked flesh on mine had my cock throbbing as she eased her pussy down onto my face with a happy moan. I licked her, relishing her taste, before curling my tongue between her slick folds. I held her steady while I concentrated on her clitoris.

Yes, yes, she wailed. Don t stop!

My tongue curled its way back into her cunt, dipping in and out. Carol s thighs shivered against my face as she churned toward a climax. And then she was rolling over beside me on the moss, limp and spent. But not for long. Shudders rippled through me at the feel of her fisting the base of my shaft and peppering the rest of it with moist kisses. Then her mouth opened wide to welcome the head, and I had to summon up every ounce of willpower to keep from coming. While moonbeams danced around us and her storybook stream gurgled nearby, Carol s pursed lips slid up and down my cock. Her tight stroking kept my shaft pulsing, my crotch blazing, and when I came it was an explosive eruption that left me limp as a rag doll.

Now, hand in hand, we decided to explore our exotic surroundings together. Eagerly, I drank in nature s handiwork, the unspoiled beauty all around me a delightful contrast to the bleak drabness of the desert. Best of all was the loveliness of Carol s exposed beauty. Every curve of her female form gleamed in the bright moonlight. A sudden scurrying in a patch of thick grass frightened us more than the young fawn, which fled nimbly from sight.

Ever on the same wavelength, Carol and I sank to our knees in the patch of grass the young deer had vacated. Renewed desire had me claiming her lips and breasts again. Her fingers were like feathers fluttering over my hard cock. She purred and reached to cradle my balls in her hand as I fingered her pussy. I eased her down onto her back.

Her blonde hair fanned out around her face. Her eyes closed and her smile widened as my cock penetrated her pussy. Her moans matched my animal growls as her warm wetness enveloped me. We clung to one another while rocking like a boat in a gentle swell. The tempo of our lovemaking gradually accelerated, and soon I was slamming into her and she was moaning and grunting in frantic response. Pleasure soon overwhelmed us and we both came simultaneously. Semen poured from my cock, the muscles of her pussy milking me dry. Then we wilted, two flowers clinging breathlessly to one another.

We made our way back to the cabin for more Champagne and, still nude, enjoyed a candlelit dinner. Carol s bare legs squeezed between mine under the table. Are you up for more moonlit magic? she asked. The soles of her feet were exploring my cock for an answer. I know another trysting place we could try. I could feel my pulse quicken and my breath catch.

It was too far to hike, so we utilized the Land Rover our friends had left for our convenience. By now, the night mountain air was brisk, and we shared a blanket while Carol gave me the directions. Our destination was a lovely valley ensconced among aspens whose leaves were rustling and tinkling like a thousand tiny bells. Our thoughtful friends had even left a pile of firewood that required only a match to start flames burning as brightly as our passion for each other.

Our eyes spoke eloquently as we admired each other in the light cast by both the moon and the fire. Carol was glowing like a rose colored nymph, and she had my cock surging with arousal as we sank to the ground on the blanket. My tongue sought her nipples while her fingers curled around my hardness. I snaked my body around to lick my way slowly up her trim legs. Carol shifted her own body around to draw the head of my cock into her mouth.

As I licked my way further into her lovenest, Carol savored my whole shaft with long, leisurely, gulping sucks. My tongue fluttered further and further into her succulence. Our sixty nine became timeless as we brought each other to the point of no return, only to retreat and tantalize one another with more delicious tongue play. We teased each other like this until our climaxes could no longer be delayed.

Please, give it to me, darling! Carol pleaded. Fuck me like I know you can!

I put her on her hands and knees and I made my entry from behind, Carol humping back to welcome my penetration. We were both shivering with excitement that was intensified by the brisk night air. I could feel Carol s pussy clutching at my cock, grasping it tightly, her warm wetness blanketing my entire shaft. In one last lunge I let myself go. Simultaneous orgasms rocked us with their delicious impact, our moans and groans filling the air.

We gathered more wood, collected a second blanket from the Land Rover and spent the rest of the night cuddling under the twinkling stars. Many nights I had grabbed forty winks under the same stars in the Persian Gulf. Remembering that made this second honeymoon even more precious.

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

DEVOTED BALDIE HUBBY BECOMES ROADSIDE ATTRACTION

Well, it s summertime again and I m plucked like a chicken. From Memorial Day to Labor Day, I m hairless. The rest of the year I can grow as much hair as possible. The only requirement is that I keep it neat.

You see, my wife wears the pants in our family, literally. Every one of our friends knows this. In fact, if my friends want me to go anywhere with them, they ask my wife, not me. She usually lets me go.

The hairless routine starts during the long holiday weekend. The procedure is as follows:

1. Outside on the back deck, Janice clips the hair off my head until I look like a Marine recruit.

2. I prepare our bed with a plastic sheet and fill a basin with water. I place it, along with shaving cream and a razor, by her night table.

3. Janice has me assume my spanking position: kneeling on my hands, face in the bed, ass in the air. Then she tells me to spread them, which means I am to spread my asscheeks. She applies shaving cream to the crack of my ass. Then she shaves all the hair in my crack.

4. Then she shaves my ass and back.

5. Next, I lie face up and Janice ties me spread eagled and shaves my chest.

6. Last, she removes the hair on my legs. She has used razors, Nair and wax, but this year she used an Epilady. That was torture because it pulled the hair out of my legs.

After two hours, I m clean of any hair. Every Thursday for the rest of the summer she performs this ritual. I m not allowed to have any stubble, so I have to keep after it between her shavings, otherwise she has threatened to shave my eyebrows.

Janice lets me roam around our pool and the house naked. I m to be naked even when she entertains friends. I mow the lawn naked, but I m not allowed out the front of the house unless I m wearing walking shorts.

I have always wanted to be driven around town naked, but Janice would not hear of it until this past Memorial Day weekend. We went camping in upstate New York and on our way back home I lived my fantasy.

Before we left the area, Janice pulled into a rest stop and told me to strip. I took off all my clothes. She handed me my cock and ball harness and told me to put it on. As I was struggling with the harness and my hard on, she took all my clothes and dumped them in the roadside trash. Holding the chain connected to my harness, she told me to put my seat back flat.

While she drove she stroked my cock, bringing me to the edge and stopping more times than I can remember. She always slowed down when she got close to a tractor trailer, knowing the driver would look in our car as he passed by. And when she saw a driver look in, she would tell me to play with myself. Some guys would blow their air horns.

When we finally got home, I thanked my wife for letting me live out my fantasy, but I think once was enough.

Mr. Anton S., Newport, Rhode Island

DUNGEON DELIGHTS FOR A LEATHER QUEEN AND HER LOYAL SUBJECT

For as long as I can remember, I have loved leather. The way it feels against my bare skin and its musky scent never fail to make me horny. My husband, Herman, often wears leather too. In fact, it was our mutual interest in bondage and leather that brought us together.

Over the years, we have acquired all sorts of equipment. In our basement are chains, ropes, a suspension rack, bondage table, leather cuffs, collars, harnesses, gags and even a small cage. I truly enjoy seeing such a hunk of a man kissing my boots while wearing a cock harness and leather hood. And Herman? He loves it! The more he s restrained, the happier he is. A few times a month, I take my husband downstairs for a hot bondage session. Like last night, for example.

I started by locking him into thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs. After I had all the small padlocks in place, I hung him on the suspension rack. Once he was hoisted in the air and stretched tight, he was all mine. I blew softly on his cock, then licked the sensitive underside. Did he ever spring to attention! He tried rubbing his cock against my tongue, but he was stretched too tightly on the rack to move more than an inch. I was driving him crazy!

I told Herman that I was going upstairs to change and that I would have to put him in the cage. I then lowered him to the floor. Knowing he can t resist masturbating as soon as his hands are free, I buckled a wide leather belt tightly around his waist and locked his wrists to the steel rings on each side. I used another strap to bind his elbows behind his back. Finally, I released him from the rack.

Before I put my husband in his cage, I blindfolded him and put a soft leather penis gag in his mouth. Then I laced a leather hood tightly over his head and secured it with a wide studded collar and a small lock. I could tell how excited he was by the pre come oozing from the end of his shaft.

Wait for me here, I said teasingly, as I gave his penis a few strokes. I ll be back soon. Don t go away! I blew him a kiss and locked his cage.

Once I got to our bedroom, I quickly stripped and started looking through my leather wardrobe. I decided on a stiff leather corset that laces up the front, some fishnet stockings and a pair of soft leather gloves that go all the way up to my elbows. The corset cinches my waist to twenty two inches and has cups that expose my nipples. I love the way this corset pushes my breasts up high. It also forces me to stand and walk perfectly straight, shoulders back, taking very small steps. Elegant and graceful. After buckling my collar and slipping into some heels, I returned to the basement and my captive husband.

I opened his cage and led him by the balls over to the padded leather bondage table, which he designed and built. It is waist high and long enough for him to lay on his back at full length, with his arms and legs slightly spread. In designing the table, he attached short leather straps in just the right places for his arms and legs to be buckled down securely. Once I had him lined up and in place, I began strapping him down. His head was kept immobile with small straps that ran through the sides of his hood and his collar was replaced with straps that attached to the table.

Next, I unlocked his wrists one at a time, and strapped them to the table. I then tightened the rest of the straps around his upper arms, chest, waist, thighs, knees and ankles. Now I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Here was my husband, blindfolded, gagged and held down to the table by more than a dozen straps that allowed no movement whatsoever. Not surprisingly, his penis was quivering in anticipation.

I poured a small amount of baby oil into my gloved hand and began to smooth it over his body. When he was well oiled, I massaged his flexing muscles with both hands. He began to relax, softly moaning with the pleasure I was giving him. Then, I began sliding his swollen cock through my slippery, leather encased, clenched fists. Slowly at first, then faster, careful to stop before he could come. This went on for nearly ten minutes.

I ve decided to let you come now, I said finally. But first you have to eat me to orgasm. Is that understood? Herman tried to nod his head in agreement, but he couldn t move it. I removed his hood and gag, then strapped his neck down to the table again. I climbed onto the table, straddling him with my knees on either side of his head. He was still blindfolded, but I knew he could tell from the scent of my feminine musk that my cunt was only inches from his hungry mouth.

Are you ready to suck me, sweet lips?

Yes, Leather Queen, he replied.

I lowered myself onto his whip like tongue and Herman went right to work on my clitoris. I started moving back and forth, grinding myself into his face, and less than a minute later, as I reached up to pinch my swollen nipples, I felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm. Grabbing my husband s hair, I mashed his face into my cunt. I threw my head back and cried, Ooh baby! as I rocked back and forth.

Following my orgasm, I gagged Herman and put his hood back on. Then I wriggled backward until I was straddling his thighs. I gently placed the head of his neglected cock between the lips of my cunt, and taking a deep breath, I rammed myself down onto him. Again and again I bounced up and down, taking every inch and wanting more. His orgasm was truly incredible! I slowed down, thinking he had spent his load, but semen continued to shoot from his cock.

To my amazement, he didn t go limp. I started slamming down on him again, pinching my nipples and squealing with delight. I had another delicious orgasm and then collapsed on top of him. I kissed him through his leather hood and ran my hands all over his sweating, oiled body. He was exhausted. I doubt if he could have moved a muscle even if he wasn t strapped down!

I freed Herman from his bonds and we lay on the table for a while, kissing and giggling. We went upstairs and took a long, hot shower together. In the bedroom, I put his collar back on and chained him to the headboard of our bed. We slept like babies.

Ms. Nancy Q., Sheridan, Wyoming

FOUR MEN AND THREE WOMEN SHARE THEIR LOVE IN AN EXTRAORDINARY ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE

I ve long been a reader of your publication, which I ve found both enlightening and exciting. I m no prude, and I ve taken my share of sexual risks, but I m happy to say I ve found a safe lifestyle that satisfies my erotic needs beyond my wildest imaginings. I m part of a small group sex community of people who are all faithful to one another.

For the past four years, I ve lived with three women and three other men. We are all heterosexual, which means that every night one of us men sleeps alone. Still, our women are sexually stimulated enough that everyone gets all the attention we could ask for. There are several keys to making our lifestyle really work. We are committed to one another and we share everything, from money to feelings. And, most important, we have an agreement that none of us ever sleeps with anyone outside our group.

I ve found this promise much easier to keep than the one I made when I got married, and I experience more steady variety than I ever had when I was single. Unlike a lot of monogamous people, we don t get involved with people on a spur of the moment basis. We also have a sense of shared emotional growth. When I joined, it took five months from the first time I first met these folks until I slept with any of the women. We waited until we d gotten to know each other well.

I got my wings in the group on a Saturday morning in June. We had a small ceremony to which we invited ten to fifteen of our closest. I must admit that I was excited beyond anything I could imagine. That night, I was going to have sex for the first time in months, and with three wonderful women!

The evening was an exciting variation on musical chairs. As I entered the darkened room, I could smell the odor of an excited woman. Since I was unfamiliar with these women s intimate scents, I still didn t know just who it was that I was about to make love to. After I groped my way to the bed, I ran my hands gently over the strange body that presented itself to me. As had been agreed upon ahead of time, we didn t speak we had all spent much time in intimate communication and now was the time to give ourselves up to touch and taste and sound.

I gently ran my tongue over this body and thought to myself: Is this Lois, Pia or Jane? But then I remembered that it didn t really matter I could love and trust all these women. I started to savor the taste of her perfume and perspiration. I moved up toward her breasts and placed my face between those two orbs.

After about a half hour of exquisite foreplay, I moved down to taste my partner s sweet pussy. She so very, very wet, and I could tell that she was even more turned on than I was, though I couldn t imagine how this could be. After her first orgasm, I just couldn t hold back anymore and entered her with one smooth thrust. We fucked like wild animals in a spirited coupling made possible by her extreme lubrication.

Over the years, I d trained myself to a fair degree of self control, so I was fortunate to be able to enjoy five more of the lady s orgasms without coming I ll usually allow myself to come only twice in an evening. After a while, we were bathed in sweat. I knew I would need a little rest and moved my partner astride me as we cuddled for a while.

Later, groping around the darkened room, I found another willing partner with her ass in the air. I took this as an invitation, and gently eased my finger into her anus. It was the first time in several years that I d been in a situation where it was safe to sample anal sex, my most favorite variation. I grabbed the lady s asscheeks as I gently but firmly entered her tight bottom. I was overcome with the intensity of sensations as I felt her sphincter milking my hard cock. For the next hour, we fucked in different rhythms and angles until I loaded my sperm into her tight rear. And I was delighted that my partner was able to come with me.

In my last rendezvous of this extraordinary evening, I found myself interested mainly in oral sex. I licked the sweat and juices from my new lover s thighs and tongued my way up to her musky sex. We then assumed a sixty nine position and gently licked each other s genitals. While in this more relaxed position, I meditated on how lucky I as to be there, and how happy I was knowing that I was here to stay.

We d arranged to gather together later in the large hot tub that adjoins our house. Here we all saw one another in our nakedness. In the gentle light, I could appreciate the naked beauty of my new family. We placed the women in the center, and we four men moved around them, caressing and kissing them in the warm water.

The hot times have continued since that first night, which seems like such a short time ago. For the first time in my life, I feel truly proud of the sexual lifestyle I m living. I feel a sense of belonging. I feel lucky to have the commitment of women who like men so much that they want more than just one, as well as the commitment of some good men to share the women with.

I know that a lot of people will think that what we are doing is impossible. Sometimes when I m at work, I can hardly believe what it is that I will come home to. We have our ups and downs, just like all married couples, and it takes a lot more willingness to communicate than I ever realized (or was willing to show in my marriage). I do find it especially enjoyable that we guys can do the kind of activities we enjoy, like camping and fishing, without the women feeling threatened or left out. Life is wonderful.

Mr. Peter E., Tillamook, Oregon

MARITAL MASTERPIECE AS ALL AMERICAN BOY MAKES SPARKLING DEBUT AS ALL AMERICAN GIRL

My husband has developed his own special brand of sexuality that brings him pleasure and now that I understand it better, I use it to enhance my pleasure, too.

A few months ago, I returned from a business trip a day early, and on the way home from the airport I thought of how much fun it would be to surprise Todd. Letting myself in quietly, I was shocked to find my all American boy asleep on the couch in my pink nightgown. My heart pounding, I tiptoed back out of the living room.

I tried to reconcile what I had just seen with many happy memories of us together, but too much was unclear. I decided that rather than demand an explanation, I would encourage my husband to open up with me. So, the next time we were in bed, I simply put my panties on him. Though they were far too tight, I cooed about how cute he looked. Thankfully, he took the bait and told me what he d wanted me to know for a long time.

I asked Todd to model his wardrobe for me, expecting some miraculous transformation. Instead, the conglomeration of styles and colors helped me appreciate the practical difficulties of adapting lingerie to the male physique.

When I first discovered Todd s passion for women s clothes, I was concerned about our future together. Did he want to wear a French maid s outfit while serving my bridge club tea? Would he be mincing around the mall, embarrassing the hell out of me? Was I to become some rubber clad dominatrice? Fortunately, he had no such hidden agenda.

Today, I view my husband s fetish as odd but harmless. The upside that he is a masculine guy who has special empathy for my feelings. It s also nice that unlike the average couch potato, he really pitches in to help me with the household chores other women get stuck with.

Todd s greatest pleasure is pleasing me. Among other things, I ve taught him how to fix my hair, because I just adore a little pampering. Recently, however, Todd added a very naughty twist by mounting a dildo on the seat of my vanity chair. He knows I can t sit still with that thing inside me, yet he complains when I squirm around.

In bed, my husband has become a master of foreplay. I just relax now while he drives me crazy with desire. With his magic fingers and tongue, he slowly excites me to orgasm. When I m ready for him to come inside me, I pull the waistband of his panties down in front and hook them behind his balls. When I m ready for us to climax together, I just tease his anus through the back of his panties.

In many ways, Todd is still the all American boy I married: clean living, sports loving, virile. And now that his soft, compassionate feminine side has emerged, I have the added pleasure of living with an all American girl. Really, I can t imagine a more fulfilling marriage than the one I have.

Ms. Patricia Q., Columbia, Missouri

MY WONDROUSLY WICKED SAMANTHA PLEASE HER, OR PAY THE PRICE

I picture her red lips staining cigarette after cigarette as she clicks around on her high heels, batting her eyelashes over her turquoise eyes. Where was she? Off at a club chatting up some Italian plastic surgeon? Tossing back her reddish blonde curls? Laughing her vulgar 4 a.m. laugh? How well I know that if she wants to have sex with someone, she simply asks if he wants to fuck. I assume no one has ever refused. She and her domme friends always laugh at how easy it is for them to twist men around their little fingers like a pinkie ring.

I guess I m no exception. One time Samantha dragged me all over the city looking for marabou high heeled slippers to match the slip I d bought her. She finally found them in a Frederick s of Hollywood catalogue. I loved them, and I asked her to walk on my back with them. She laughed because it was so easy for her to give me a hard on. I knew for sure I was in love with the right lady when she dressed for sex in high heels, stockings and a garter belt, and didn t think it particularly strange when I asked her to keep her shoes on in bed.

I met Samantha last year in a trendy caf downtown. She was wearing a black vinyl miniskirt, a red and silver leather jacket, and a policeman s hat. That same night she took me home to my apartment. She walked into the bedroom with a kind of sixth sense and immediately stripped herself of her vinyl and leather gear, except for her shoes, stockings and hat.

She lay facedown on the bed, her ass high and accentuated by her tiny waist. I grabbed a pillow and slid it under her belly, raising her ass even higher and providing a glimpse of her blonde pussy. I stripped off my clothes and dove between her legs. Her knees bent around my ears and her shoes anchored the nape of my neck. As I nestled my tongue inside the folds of her flesh, she writhed against the bed sheets, rubbing her clit.

Happily, I continued licking and sucking her cunt until I could barely keep my tongue ensconced inside her, she was bucking so fervently. Holding her down by the hips, I tried to coordinate the rhythm of her thrusting with my own rhythm, and in restraining her I set off a stupendous array of orgasms that had her crying out in pleasure.

Finally, she loosened her grip on me and rolled over onto her back. She reclined like an empress, her legs outstretched on her throne, the pillow now under her lower back and her pussy raised like a glistening jewel on a velvet pedestal. Her nipples were swollen from her thrusts against the sheets and she held them together, her hands forming a deep d colletage. Caressing her nipples in circular motions with her thumbs, she said she wanted my cock in her ass, her cunt and her mouth . . .

Samantha enjoys finding new ways to control me. The other night, after ordering me to get naked, she fed me dinner with my hands tied behind my back and my legs tied to the legs of my dining room chair. She neatly spread a napkin on my lap, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Then she arranged herself on a stool with her very high, pointed toe ankle boots showing beneath her long, black dinner dress.

She began with a soup, which she dribbled into my expectant mouth. Very soon she was feeding it to me so a few drops of the hot liquid poured over my lips. She put the spoon down and leaned toward me, her mouth parting. She ran her tongue across my lips, darting inside my mouth. Then she suddenly pried my lips open and fed me another spoonful of soup, this time letting some of it fall onto my chest. Now she took my nipple into her mouth, nipping it into a reddened point, mingling pleasure and abuse.

By this time the napkin on my lap was floating in the air. Samantha removed it carefully, blotting the rest of the soup off my chest. Her attention turned to my tumescent cock, and I didn t know whether to sigh or cringe. She took my balls in one hand and the base of my cock in the other, then lowered her head to take my steely erection between her lips. I could not help but thrust at her mouth, eliciting a gasp from her when my cock touched the back of her throat.

She shoved my pelvis back hard into the chair as a message, and then began sliding her full lips up and down my cock with ever increasing intensity. My breathing became irregular, and the need to pound into her mouth with a sensual fury overwhelmed me. Sensing this, she grabbed underneath the fleshy helmet, her two fingers holding it in a tight vise. My orgasm was momentarily, suddenly, gracefully suspended.

Samantha stood up, lifted her long skirt with a flourish and sat her cunt down on me with perfect aim. Her skirt settled around us like black petals. My cock rammed inside her, every tip to base penetration bringing her closer to orgasm. Balanced on her stiletto heels, she controlled the thrusting of my cock. When she would come, arching her back and sighing, the quivering of her thighs and cunt would frustrate me, leaving me once again on the brink of an immense explosion.

Oblivious to me, Samantha picked this moment to lift her skirt again and rearrange herself on my cock with her ass facing me. She grasped the table in front of her, bracing herself as she began to hump me hard and fast. I felt myself lifted over the edge, and when I started moaning and my cock jumped inside her, she pulled away, and I spattered come all over her ample backside. To finish my dinner, I licked my seed off her derriere, devouring my self made delicacy.

When Samantha and I first started dating, my ex girlfriend, who happened to have black hair, used to call her and tearfully demand that she release her hold on me. Samantha would twist her bow shaped mouth and assert that my girlfriend was a disgrace to the female gender. She went on and on about how when a relationship was over, it was over.

One evening Samantha came to my door with her eyebrows outlined in black and wearing an ebony Cleopatra wig. I was particularly aroused when I discovered she d dyed her pubic hair black to match. Fuck me as if I were your ex girlfriend, she said. She strutted into my kitchen wearing a fuchsia colored vinyl miniskirt and a black rubber bodysuit with long sleeves and an opening in front to expose her breasts. She stood on extraordinarily high heels with a thick strap wrapped around each glorious and elegant ankle.

Pushing herself up on the kitchen counter, she motioned me to join her. I strode over and lifted her skirt from under her to discover a window of flesh in her bodysuit that revealed her newly darkened curls. The thought of fucking a strange yet delightfully familiar pussy aroused me something fierce.

I widened her legs and bent between them, nestling my tongue between her dusky labia. She relaxed and leaned her head back against the kitchen cabinet, pressing her pelvis forward and exposing a ridge of pink flesh that mirrored the hue of her skirt. Lifting her legs up, I began tonguing her soft, pouting lips, holding each leg in the air by her witchy black pumps.

At her insistence, I reluctantly left her glistening pussy to concentrate on her shoes. I moaned as I touched my lips to the beautiful pump, practically inebriated by the shine that developed as my tongue curved over the soft leather. I covered the entire area of her shoe, buffing it to a high gloss. I did the same to the other shoe, and then Samantha removed her legs from my grip and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me closer and raking her heels across my back.

I entered her and immediately Samantha ordered me to fuck her hard. Beads of sweat rose on my back, and with each forward thrust she bit my chest and my nipples, causing my penis to swell unbelievably. While I held onto the counter to intensify my strokes, she rubbed her clitoris. My balls tightened against her flesh. Digging her heels into my back, Samantha came with a convulsive scream that propelled the semen out of me with the intensity of an enfilade.

And so I wonder about her whereabouts tonight. Lucky is the man whom she has found to play her wicked games.

Mr. Dennis I., South Bend, Indiana

NAKED FLESH QUIVERING UNDER HER PORCH LIGHT, HE WAITS AND NOW THE DOOR OPENS . . .

I ll bet you ve been a naughty boy this past year and need some discipline. I recognized the voice on the phone immediately, as I had responded to its command many times. I think it s time we resumed your training.

Yvonne had moved and I hadn t seen her for almost nine months, but just hearing her voice had me completely obsessed again in one fell swoop. She gave me directions to her new address and instructed me to be at her door, totally naked, at eight o clock sharp. Then she hung up.

The address turned out to be a townhouse in one of the nicer sections of town. There was no light on the porch but there was a light on inside. The front door was reasonably sheltered from the street, but I would have to cross an open space from the car to the shrubbery that lined the walk to the door.

At five minutes to the hour I wriggled out of my clothes, and after checking for passersby, sprinted from my car to the protection of the shrubbery. As I approached the door, I noticed something hanging from the doorknob. It turned out to be three objects: a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and a leash with a curious arrangement of small leather straps dangling from one end. A note was taped to the door.

It read: Attach the leather straps appropriately, blindfold yourself and handcuff your hands behind your back. The note gave no instructions as to where or how the leather contraption was to be secured, but I deduced from its size that it could only go one place. It was actually quite ingenious three separate straps all connected by rivets which, when properly secured, formed a snug harness for my cock and balls with a leash that dangled to the ground. I put the blindfold on and cuffed my hands behind my back.

I stood there for several minutes, goose bumps rising on my naked flesh, my heart throbbing in my throat and my hard cock pulsing wildly. Although I couldn t really see, I was instantly aware when the porch light came on. The door opened and someone picked up the leash and pulled. A few steps inside and that familiar voice said, Kneel. I did so immediately. When I say so, you will crawl forward and find how shall I put it cleavage. I want you to give it your undivided attention. With your tongue, of course.

A sharp tug on the leash was my signal to crawl forward, which I did until my face came into contact with smooth, perfumed buttocks. Another sharp tug reminded me of my task, and I proceeded to kiss and lick the cleavage.

After several minutes, Yvonne said, Stand up and place the tip of your cock where your tongue is now licking. It took a bit of probing to get myself blindfolded, with my hands cuffed behind my back into the right position. In a voice filled with amusement, Yvonne directed me to rub the head of my cock into the cleavage of the buttocks. A few minutes of this, and I was ready to come. The leather straps heightened the sensation as they impeded the flow of semen. Finally, despite the straps, I exploded into the cleavage that surrounded the tip of my cock.

Now, Yvonne said, I want you to kneel again and lick up the mess you ve made. Her voice was coming from behind me! Whose ass, then, had I been licking? My own ass was slapped once, twice, three times in quick succession. I quickly knelt and began licking up my ejaculate.

Once finished, I was guided to a leather chair and my blindfold was removed. Yvonne stood before me dressed in black lingerie and spike heels. She was as beautiful as ever. Glancing about the room, I saw that the buttocks I had licked belonged to a woman who was draped across the back of a chair with her hands and legs tied to the chair s legs.

That s Deborah, Yvonne said. She released the woman and I saw that she was a few years younger than my mistress, quite pretty, slim but athletically built. Yvonne instructed her to remove my handcuffs and tie me securely to the chair. This accomplished, Deborah went and knelt in one corner of the room. Now Yvonne picked up two spring clamps from the coffee table and placed one on each of my nipples. After flicking each one with her long fingernail, she strode over to her submissive female lover.

First, Yvonne had Deborah crawl to her and kiss the toe of her shoe. Then, turning around, she made Deborah kiss her heel and then lick up the back of her leg, following the seam of her stocking. I could see from my vantage point that the back of Yvonne s stocking had a large run in it. I don t think Deborah noticed it until her lips touched it. She gasped. Poor Deborah, this was so unfair. She was no more to blame for the run than I was, but my devious mistress would punish her nonetheless.

Under a withering glare, Yvonne had Deborah remove her heels and the ruined stocking. When she snapped her fingers, Deborah jumped to her feet and assumed a position I knew well, having snapped to attention many times just like that, with my heels together and my wrists crossed behind my back. Yvonne took the stocking from Deborah s hand and waved it in front of her frightened face, yelling at her for being careless. Then she ordered Deborah to spread her legs and bend over. Now our clever mistress placed the toe of the ruined stocking between Deborah s lips and told her to hold it there. Use just your lips, Deborah, not your teeth. And don t drop it, you hear?

Leaving Deborah standing in the middle of the room like that, Mistress walked over to a closet and pulled out a riding crop. She returned and circled Deborah several times, gently slapping the crop on her own thigh. Every time the crop snapped, Deborah flinched in anticipation of what was to come. Stopping behind Deborah, Yvonne began striking her cheeks, alternating between them until both were a brilliant shade of crimson. After delivering fifteen or twenty smacks, Mistress walked around in front of Deborah.

You have done well, my dear, but now your real punishment shall begin. Pausing for a few seconds to let the tension build, Yvonne reached up with the tip of the crop and touched Deborah s pussy. Deborah jerked but held her position. Lowering the crop, Mistress brought it back up sharply, but with a measured blow. Deborah flinched, pursing her lips tightly to make sure the stocking did not drop.

Yvonne now started tapping out a rhythm on Deborah s quivering pussy. No single blow was hard, but collectively they had the submissive woman rocking backward. Finally, Yvonne stopped. Leaving Deborah still in position, she approached me and placed the end of the crop, which was now wet and glossy, in front of my face. Please be a dear and lick this clean, she said, as if I had a choice.

Yvonne then untied me and, picking up the leash, pulled me unceremoniously to the doorway. Swinging the leash between my legs, she looped the top of it over the doorknob and efficiently knotted it. As I knelt before her, she pulled her lace panties down and ordered me to lick her. No sooner had I begun than she stepped back a few inches. Knowing better than to question her, I attempted to crawl forward, but the leash pulled on my balls. Oh dear, look at your face. But darling, I have found that all things in life are worth reaching for, don t you agree? I m sure that you re willing to stretch your balls a few inches for the pleasure of licking me.

Leaning forward, I managed to place my tongue at the top of her slit and push through the coarse hair to the protruding jewel of flesh that I eagerly sought. My balls felt as if they were on fire, but my dripping cock betrayed my excitement.

I don t recall giving you permission to have an erection, Yvonne said sternly. She removed the clamps from my nipples, and a sharp pain cut through them as the blood pulsed back into the pinched flesh. Hurt, my pet? Ready for more? Without waiting for my answer, Yvonne picked up her crop and started to slap the tip of my rigid cock. As with Deborah, each blow was measured and in itself not severe, but collectively the pain began to build. Just as I felt I would cry out, Yvonne stopped and stared fixedly at my raging hard on. Yes, there definitely is something to be said for well monitored cardiovascular congestion, she said.

Yvonne again grabbed the leash and led me to the front door. Stepping over to Deborah, she snatched the stocking out from between her lips in a sweeping gesture. A souvenir to remember the evening, she said. She tied one end of the stocking to my cock and pulled the other end up between my legs, tying my hands behind my back with it. Pushing me out the door with a slap to my butt, she called out in a sly tone, I may be in touch again.

I rushed back to the security of my car, my throbbing cock bobbing obscenely in front of me.

Mr. Nick C., Albany, New York

TOP COP WIFE JAILS HER MAN S LUST

I remember the first time I looked at Margie in uniform and realized that this was the same woman I d been having sex with for two years. I immediately threw a raging boner. I told my wife how much it turned me on to see her in her police blues, and since then our sex life has never been the same.

It began as a game. Attired in her full dress gabardines, she would throw me against our bedroom wall, handcuff my wrists behind my back and wall search me, paying special attention to my crotch and ass. Then she would strip off my pants and verbally abuse me, saying things like, Come on, you ass licking punk, beg for my pussy.

Eventually, I would be thrown back onto the bed, my wrists re cuffed to the bedposts, my ankles likewise secured and my cock totally hard. Usually, Margie remained in uniform and taunted me by not allowing me access to her tits or her pussy. Then she would jack me off with my leather cop gloves, lubricated with my own spit.

Things have progressed since then. On a recent business trip, I bought Margie a whole new uniform that consisted of a black leather police cap, a leather chest harness, armbands, a man s studded leather jockstrap and knee high motorcycle boots. She added her own touch with a pair of mirrored sunglasses to complete the ensemble.

When my wife is wearing her new uniform, I am at her complete and total mercy. She now calls me her little cop toy and I am eager to live up to the title.

Recently, on one of her days off, I came home from work to find her decked out in her uniform, standing in the vestibule of our home and holding a riding crop. She ordered me to strip naked, which I did, and then introduced me to my new uniform: a leather dog collar with a lock and a man s chastity belt. She buckled the dog collar on first, locking the padlock in place.

As long as you have on this collar, you are my little slave, aren t you?

Yes, Mistress, I said.

Then she proceeded to fit me into the chastity belt. It looked something like a jockstrap, only with broader coverage in front. It was made of black leather, with a single strap in the back that would go up my asscrack. Affixed near the base of this strap was a thick latex butt plug. Margie lubricated the butt plug and my tensed asshole with spit, then roughly shoved the butt plug inside me. It was a shocker for an instant, but as my sphincter relaxed it felt rather welcome.

My cop wife stuffed my cock and balls through a hole in the front panel of the chastity belt, then buckled the whole device into place around my waist. Cinching the back strap firmly made the butt plug jam in harder. There was a second flap in the front that zipped around my cock and balls. She pointed my cock upward and affixed this flap around it, so that my genitals were entirely sealed within a hard leather pouch. This second flap locked at the top of the belt with another padlock, so that only my wife had access to my cock and balls.

The leather was so thick I could not stimulate my genitals, and even if I had been able to I would have been in even bigger trouble, for there was not enough room within the leather pouch for my cock to stiffen comfortably.

Crawl to me on your hands and knees, like a good doggy, Margie ordered.

Yes, Mistress, I said.

My wife walked backward, tapping the riding crop against her thigh, and I crawled toward her. She led me through the house to our bedroom. As I crawled, the butt plug shifted inside me, and it felt as if I was being fucked the entire way. I had never had anything up my butt before, but it felt wild and wonderful. My cock was growing inside its pouch, and the feeling was increasingly intense in the cramped space.

Come here, slave, said my wife, sitting on the bed and tapping her knees. Bend over my knees you know what you get now.

I didn t know what I was being punished for, but the idea turned me on. I draped myself over her knees, sticking my ass up in the air with my fingers and toes barely touching the floor.

You ve been a bad boy, she said. Yesterday was our anniversary, and you forgot. Her fingernails were scraping my buttocks as she spoke. She yanked on the leather strap going up my back and I felt the butt plug jerk inside me. Then, without warning, the riding crop came swishing down on my ass.

With each stroke of her crop, my buttocks clenched, squeezing the butt plug further into my asshole. My ass was burning. I felt like I was being fucked and spanked at the same time. Finally, Margie stopped and pushed me off her onto the floor. I landed on my ass, which was smarting from the ass whipping I had just received.

You d better thank me and thank me good if you expect this game to continue, she warned me. I thanked her vociferously for tanning my ass. Show me your appreciation by licking my boots. I want them shining like patent leather, do you hear me?

Yes, Mistress, I said. I bent over and tentatively reached out my tongue to her high motorcycle boots. She mashed my face against the leather, forcing me to lave it with my tongue. I must have spent a half hour adoring her boots, pressing my tongue deep into the leather until it was gleaming.

You love being my cop toy, don t you? my wife taunted.

Yes, Mistress, I said.

During my worshiping of her boots, my cock had grown achingly hard within the harsh confines of the chastity belt. Following my wife s every command and being in her complete control seemed like my destiny.

She dressed me up in trousers, a turtleneck sweater and a suit jacket, leaving my chastity belt and dog collar on underneath, and then took me out for our anniversary dinner. All during the meal her feet would find their way to my crotch and press firmly against the leather pouch, driving me crazy. She ordered for me and paid the check herself, leaving me simply to eat what she wanted me to eat and then follow her out the door when we were finished.

By the time we got home, I needed to piss real bad. I asked for permission to speak, then said, Please, Mistress, will you let me piss?

Of course, Margie said. She led me into the bathroom, where she unlocked the outer flap of the chastity belt. Holding on to my cock and pointing it toward the toilet, she said, Go on, piss!

With my wife holding my dick, suddenly I couldn t relieve myself. She gave my ass a resonant smack and ordered me to piss. Finally, I was able to relax enough to release my bladder, but having my wife holding onto my cock while I pissed was totally mind boggling.

Later, Margie handcuffed my hands over my head and tied them with a rope to a hook she d installed in our bedroom doorway. With the front flap of the chastity belt opened, she jerked me off roughly. Soon I was approaching orgasm and dancing wildly. She worked my hard cock to a frenzy, and just when I was about to come, she put her mouth around me and sucked. I shot my load into her mouth, but she didn t swallow it. She stood up and kissed me, transferring all of my semen into my mouth with her tongue.

Swallow it, slave, she said, but I couldn t. You want to come again sometime, don t you? she asked, pushing her naked tits hard against me. I nodded eagerly.

Then swallow, bitch. I just couldn t, though. I spit it out, and with that, my wife slapped me, locked my chastity belt back into place and took me to bed. She cuffed my hands over my head to the headboard and locked my ankles in leg cuffs attached to the baseboard. That is how I sleep every night now.

On occasion, I have earned the right to suck her tits or eat her pussy, and when she feels like it, she takes her slave s hard cock inside her pussy and fucks herself with it. If my wife had never become a cop, we might never have discovered this raw, erotic side of our natures. I am proud to be a prisoner of love.

Mr. Michael T., Cleveland, Ohio

Deliberate Seduction

John and I have been married for six years now, and I can t imagine spending my life with anybody else. He is more than a lover to me he is my friend and confidant. We both grew up with strict parents, and because of our upbringing we were both virgins when we married. Heaven only knows how we managed to overcome the initial shyness of our conservative ways, but we quickly discovered what fun sex could be. We both enjoyed making love and enthusiastically enjoyed exploring ways to please each other.

At first just being with John was enough, but as we reached our fifth anniversary I began to wonder if somehow I had missed something exciting, since we were married quite young. I didn t love John any less, but more and more I wanted other experiences to be blunt, I wanted to know what it was like to be seduced by another man.

I remember distinctly the night the subject first came up. We had just finished making love, and although I had a couple of orgasms and my body was completely sated, my mind was still vaguely unsatisfied. My darling John sensed that something was bothering me, and he leaned over and applied a tentative lick to my still pouting nipple.

Give me a minute to catch my breath, honey, and we ll go again.

This was fairly usual almost every time we made love we did it at least twice, and wanting to be absolutely certain I was satisfied, John made sure I had several orgasms. No, it wasn t more lovemaking I wanted there was no way John could be surpassed in that area it was variety. No matter how often I fantasized about it, I had never before thought about bringing up the subject. Tonight, however, I was feeling reckless and somehow unsatisfied, and the words were out before I could suppress them.

Honey, have you ever thought of making love to someone else? Snuggling him close, I cradled his head on my breasts and held my breath. I d never thought I would go even this far, but now that the subject was broached I could hardly wait to hear his answer.

Another woman? he asked slowly.

I wasn t too hot about the idea of my John making it with another woman, but if I was dreaming about making it with another man it seemed only fair. I was surprised when, after thinking a minute, he shook his head and continued mouthing my nipple.

Well, have you ever thought of making it with another man? he finally asked.

Normally I would have said no, but John s big, beautiful cock, wet and flaccid after our lovemaking, was lying across my thigh, and as he spoke, it suddenly jumped to new life.

Sometimes, I said slowly, feeling his arousal grow. I ve been curious.

His eyes sparkling, John licked my nipples again, this time more enthusiastically, and his fingers crept into the slick wetness of my pussy. You d like to have another man s cock inside you, someone you ve never had before, he said, his voice alive with excitement. You d writhe under him and moan while he fucked you. You d be so excited . . . My body almost did my talking for me. At John s words my pussy itched with instant arousal, both from his excited reaction to the idea and from the frantic action of his fingers on my clitoris. I twitched as the flames of growing desire blossomed inside me.

Yes! I whispered. Yes, he d fuck me until I came again and again and again. I was making myself hot!

John s face glowed with passion as he almost leaped on top of me and shoved his rigid cock as deep into my pussy as it would go. And I d be watching as he fucked you. Then he couldn t talk anymore he was concentrating too hard on giving me what just might have been the best fuck of our lives. He plunged in and out of me ferociously until he climaxed in short, hard thrusts. John s explosive orgasm triggered my own and I came wildly, panting and writhing beneath him like an untamed animal.

Exhausted, we fell asleep with John still on top of me. It was much later when I became dimly aware that John was wide awake and sitting on the side of the bed. I had exposed one of my innermost fantasies, and now I really didn t know how my husband would feel about it after the heat of immediate passion had passed.

I asked him if he was all right. John looked at me. I was just thinking about what would happen, he replied hoarsely. About how beautiful it would be to see you pleasured by another man.

I asked him if the idea was upsetting, and John shrugged. I kept thinking it should be, he said. But then I d start thinking about you lying there with your legs spread, showing your beautiful pussy to another man. And then I d think about watching as another man fucked you and made you feel so good . . .

You d like to watch? I asked. That was one aspect I hadn t thought of, and it was tremendously exciting.

Yes, I would, John whispered. The idea makes me feel so good.

Well, I said, taking my future into my hands, there s just one thing we can do. Make it come true. And I pulled him down on top of me.

All in all, we made love at least five times that weekend, and each time seemed wilder than the last.

Over a luxurious late brunch we discussed how to go about making this exciting fantasy come true. It was a lot more complicated than I had expected.

Right off the bat we made a few ground rules. First and most important of all, if either one of us felt uncomfortable or threatened, we would stop and regroup immediately, no questions asked. Fantasies were fine, John stated emphatically, but our marriage was the most important thing.

Secondly, we had to be careful about whom we picked. The man had to be a clean, respectable person. Also, we wanted to make sure that he was trustworthy and reasonably discreet.

That weekend, thanks to our fantasy, was one of the sexiest we ever spent. We were in and out of bed like honeymooners. It was incredible! Monday finally came, though, and we had to go back to work. Because I manage a woman s clothing store I don t get to meet many men, but I keep my eye out for any potential candidates. By the end of the week I was feeling really depressed since I hadn t come across a single possibility. It seemed that our fine fantasy might be doomed to remain just that I had, however, underestimated my wonderful husband!

When John suggested that we go out Friday night I didn t think anything of it. We usually go out for a nice dinner, a show or some dancing on a weekend. Even when he came up behind me as I was toweling off after my shower and began to massage my breasts, I didn t really think it was anything out of the ordinary. Only when he smiled and handed me my sexiest black lace garter belt and some sheer black nylons did I realize that something special was going on.

I slithered into my underthings in as sexy a manner as I could, taking great care that John got a good view of my bare pussy while I smoothed the sheer stockings on my long legs. Then I wiggled into my skimpiest black lace bra and took a great deal of time and adjustment to make sure that my rather large breasts were placed just right in the wispy cups. Of course, while I was doing this I was playing with my nipples, squeezing them between my fingers and rubbing them against the ridges of the lace.

As it always did, this reverse striptease drove John mad. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with one hand absently rubbing the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

If nothing else, the dress he had picked out for me convinced me that he had made special plans. It was short, tight and covered with big black and white sequins. He helped me slip into it, taking care to caress my nipples and my pussy as he did so. By now I was so hot, I was tempted to grab him and make love to him right there on the carpet, but I wanted to see what fun sort of love game he had dreamed up!

As soon as I had styled my tousled red hair, clipped on some sparkly earrings and stepped into the shiny black spike heels that John liked so much, we were ready to go.

You look good enough to eat, John said with a wink. I told him I hoped it was a promise.

We had dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town, and I felt so proud when all the men in the place kept stealing lustful glances at me and envious ones at my husband. John always likes me to dress up just for him, but tonight he seemed prouder of me than usual all during our meal he kept whispering how sexy I looked and how much he loved me.

Then, as the waitress cleared our dishes away, the evening really got started. A good looking man in his mid thirties came over to the table. Trying to act as if he was surprised to see us there, and not doing a very good job of it, he shook hands with John.

Justine, John said with a wide smile, you remember Eddie, don t you?

Indeed I did he played on the same amateur softball team as John. I had even told John once that I found him good looking, which he was six feet tall, solidly built and as dark as John is fair. So this was what my wonderful husband had arranged for us! He couldn t have done better! Already I could feel my bare pussy beginning to moisten in anticipation of being pleasured by this handsome, desirable man my husband had chosen for me. I could tell from John s broad smile just how excited he was, and judging from Eddie s flirty attitude, he was also very enthusiastic about the evening ahead.

I tell you what, Eddie said as if he had just thought of it. My apartment is just across the street. Why don t we go over there for some coffee?

Eddie s place was nicer than I would have expected a bachelor s to be there was soft lighting and lots of plants. Eddie put on some soft music, and then we all sat back and talked after he made coffee. Eddie was so close beside me on the couch that our thighs touched. I was so horny, my pussy almost instantly began to get wet. I wanted this man, wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel him inside me. My sexual heat rose so quickly I thought I couldn t hold myself back much longer. Luckily, I didn t have to.

You know, you re a very lovely woman, Justine, Eddie said softly, letting his hand rest a moment on my knee before running it gently up my inner thigh. Very sexy, too. His hand crept up higher and my breath became shallow.

I gasped when he reached my fuzzy bush, and my legs spread open wider as his fingers explored the thick wetness there. John s told me how sexy you really are . . .

I glanced over at John. He sat in a chair across from the coffee table, looking at us with delighted anticipation as he rubbed his growing erection through his trousers. His eyes were full of love, giving me unspoken permission to explore my sexuality to the fullest. I blew him a kiss, then relaxed back into Eddie s arms, secure in the knowledge that I had the most wonderful and understanding husband in the world.

Eddie s fingers were doing magical things to my pussy, making me squirm with delight as they pulled and rubbed and tickled. He kissed me deeply and his tongue searched the inside of my mouth with reckless passion. I returned his kiss enthusiastically as my hand roved over his hard, lean body, stopping when I found the rigid mound of his growing cock. He groaned in pleasure as my fingers outlined his length, scratching and squeezing against the taut fabric that covered him.

We squirmed about on the couch until Eddie, his face flushed, finally suggested huskily that we move into the bedroom. John followed us, his face alight with joy, as Eddie s hands continued to roam over my body.

Eddie had anticipated and arranged for our pleasure. The bed was covered with only a white fitted sheet, and a comfortable looking chair had been set at the side.

I had never seen John so happy as he sat down and unzipped his trousers. For a moment I just stared I had never seen John get so big as he slowly caressed himself.

Then Eddie took all my attention, demanding that I undress him. I did so slowly, kissing and licking each part of his athletic body as I peeled away his clothes until he stood naked before me. Except for pictures, it was the first time I had ever seen a naked man other than my husband. It was also one of the most exciting moments of my life.

Where John was slender and almost hairless, Eddie was quite muscular and had a great deal more hair. A cloud of dark hair ran from his shoulders down his well developed chest and flat stomach all the way down his legs. Out of this dark mist, his hard cock stood proud and hot. Unlike John, he was circumcised I found the stark simplicity of his altered penis strangely naked and fascinating. Eddie in full erection was nowhere as big as John, but he still had a nice sized thick cock, one that would soon be buried in my naked pussy. I found myself actually biting my lower lip in excitement.

Stepping back from Eddie s reaching hands, I prolonged the sweet agony of waiting a few moments more as I peeled off my dress and slithered out of my bra and garter belt. But Eddie could wait no longer he lifted me onto the bed and slowly slipped off my filmy nylons. Laying me back like a doll, he leaned over my face and fed me his cock.

I couldn t believe how good he tasted! John s cock has a ripe, sweet flavor this man was spicier, tangier. There were other differences, too. Eddie s hardness felt thicker and rougher in my mouth. I felt carried away, borne helplessly on a tide of pure lust. I loved it, and when I glanced over at John, I saw that he was as excited as I was.

Eddie sped up his pumping until his wiry pubic hairs tickled my nose and the tip of his lovely cock slid down my throat. I knew what aroused John when he fucked my mouth, so I did it to Eddie, undulating the muscles of my throat as if swallowing, thus stroking the underside of his cock. Giving a groan of pure ecstasy, Eddie suddenly began to come. His exploding cockhead swelled in my mouth and began to thrust ribbons of come down my throat. I immediately pulled back so just the head was in my mouth. The flavor had been teasing me ever since he entered my mouth, and I was eager to taste that wonderful semen. I slurped down every drop and it was just as marvelous as I had dreamed.

You are some kind of sexy lady, Eddie murmured when he could catch enough breath. He took his limp cock out of my mouth and gently stroked my cheek.

I glanced over at John and was happy to see the pride and love on his face. He hadn t come yet his cock stood at flagpole attention and he was stroking it slowly. The bed heaved as Eddie crawled over to the foot to kneel between my spread legs. Now I m going to get to taste you, you minx, he growled with barely restrained passion before diving into my hungry and sopping cunt.

I thought I had never been so wet once his talented tongue began lashing the length of my pussy. Eddie reached up and took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently until I was squirming like a fish on a hook. His fingers grabbed my nipples and began pulling firmly on them in imitation of a sucking mouth, even as he began sucking on my clitoris. The intense combination of the pleasure/pain stimulation drove me the last little way over the brink and I exploded in a series of orgasms, each stronger and deeper than the one before. Finally, I lay limp and exhausted in Eddie s encircling arms.

That was incredible, I breathed. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Eddie s cock, but my eyes were locked with my wonderful husband s. His look was full of love and pride, and I knew he was as happy as I was.

You really are some lady, Eddie replied. Now his lips explored where his fingers had been, caressing one firm breast and then another as he gently stroked my soaking slit. His cock was growing again, swelling against the loving cage of my fist. I milked him slowly, feeling the unusual texture of his slick cock swell into a hard shaft of desire.

At last he could stand it no more. Moving me higher up on the bed and spreading my legs in clumsy haste, Eddie knelt between my raised knees, rubbing his cockhead up and down my slushy pussy.

Do you want it? Tell me what you want . . .

I was going crazy! For one long, enchanted moment I looked over at John. He was sitting tensely, both hands massaging his erection as his eyes, full of joy and lust, looked deeply into mine. At that moment we were as close as we had ever been.

Fuck me, Eddie! I screamed in wild ecstasy and need. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . . I kept repeating it as he drove his hard cock all the way into my greedy pussy with one hard shove, then began to thrust in and out until the lines between us blurred. Suddenly, instead of two human beings, we were a single, sexual organism knowing nothing but pleasure.

I don t know how long we writhed in the ecstasy of fucking, for it literally seemed that time ceased to exist. But I do know that I was inundated with orgasms!

Finally Eddie began to thrust deeper and harder, and it even seemed that his cock got bigger before it exploded in a spectacular climax that triggered the best of my own. Then, as the heavenly feeling softened and faded, we collapsed into a boneless heap.

Now John was in a rush. He declined an exhausted Eddie s invitation to sleep over and, with great difficulty, stuffed his unabated erection back in his trousers. I slipped into my dress while John gathered up our scattered belongings and hurried us home.

As he drove home, he was rubbing the bulge in the front of his trousers. And he talked. I had never heard John talk that way before.

You don t know how beautiful you were, he breathed heavily. Lying there, spread out all naked while he touched you and rubbed you. And then when he fucked you, God it was amazing! He gripped the swelling of his prick, as if to keep himself from coming right then and there. Justine, he said, when he fucked you it was just all so hot! You looked so beautiful and so happy and there was another man s prick inside you.

When we got home John didn t bother to put the car in the garage. He barely bothered to close the front door behind us! His loving, sexy monologue on the way home had gotten me all sexed up again.

By the time we reached the bedroom, we had both stripped off all our clothes, leaving them scattered throughout the house. John s cock was hard and I was hot, and I flung myself back on the bed.

Suck my nipples, baby, I purred. They re all hard from another man s mouth. When John complied I whispered in his ear, Lick my pussy. It s all wet and slick from another man s come.

Groaning with excitement, John slid down to kneel between my spread thighs, taking one moment to stare at my slick wetness before burying his face in my well loved pussy. He sucked at my clit, lapping me frantically.

I m drinking another man s come out of your cunt, he said hoarsely as he pulled away from me. His face was shiny with come and love honey. And now I m going to fuck you. You re full of another man s come and I m going to fuck you.

John had never been so big. As wet and open as I was, I wondered for a moment whether I could take him. His cock battered against my slick pussy lips before finally slipping inside, filling me as I had never been filled before, and he began pumping wildly.

Since John hadn t come yet, I hadn t expected him to last very long. But he surprised me, taking me to two more climaxes before he finally exploded in a rather stupendous orgasm himself, leaving us both exhausted, fulfilled and very, very satisfied.

Having another man not only fulfilled my fantasy, but it reminded me just how wonderful my marriage is. John and I are now committed to each other more than ever. It s a wonderful thing when two people can fulfill their private fantasies together. Now both John and I consider marital bliss as the joy we bring to one another, and the unspeakable joy we bestow on an extra lucky partner.