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FORBIDDEN FRUIT ALWAYS TASTES THE SWEETEST

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The last of the forbidden fruits? Anal sex didn t come easily for my husband and me, especially for me. In fact, we had been married several years before we tried it. Caesar and I have always had a deeply satisfying sexual relationship, from the very beginning enjoying the pleasures of each other s body at every possible moment. We ve been blessed with not only loving each other deeply, but with being totally turned on by each other. Caesar s dark, Latino skin and powerful masculine strength contrasts wonderfully with me.

Always the sexual diplomat in bed, my husband never once made a move for my ass but his passion for my behind was no secret. His praise of my figure was frequent, and his lovemaking often included taking me from behind, his sighs deep and guttural as his thick cock drove into me. That he desired further exploration was often evident in the way he teased my anus with his fingers while he fucked me wild with his cock.

Anal sex never seemed dirty or wrong to me, I was simply afraid of the pain. But I must admit that Caesar s probing fingers gave me considerable pleasure. I let go of my fears on what was a kind of second honeymoon. Give me a romantic cabin in the woods, a roaring fireplace, a thick comforter and my man, and I m in heaven. Throw some snow on the ground and I m yours forever. And Caesar seemed to get everything right. An adorable little cottage tucked deep into a canyon, a little brook running by, tall trees overhead and a clean white blanket of fresh driven snow. Inside there was just one big room, a country kitchen inset into one wall, a huge fireplace in another, and a big cozy bed piled high with blankets not far from the fireplace.

Well, it was that first night in the cabin that I experienced anal sex. We had been making slow love for hours. Caesar had come once, rested, and was relaxing as I took him long in my mouth. Riding my lips up and down his hard shaft, my tongue swirled around and around his cockhead as my hands wrapped around his shaft and balls. We lay in a sixty nine, the glowing embers in the fire warming our bodies as we gorged on each other. Caesar s tongue drove deep, and his sucking lips on my swollen clitoris sent me right to the edge and held me there, dangling, for the longest time, until my orgasm released me and sent my body exploding into light and pleasure.

Still on the pleasure plateau, I eased Caesar s cock into my pussy and lowered myself down on it. Feeling his hardness inside me nearly sent me over the edge again, and as I rode him, I looked down on my man, falling in love all over again, ready and willing to give him my all.

Caesar held my ass as I rode him, my hands caressing his chest. And I felt his fingertip nudging up against my anus, sending a little wave of pleasure through me. I moaned, sinking completely down on his cock, tilting my hips to rub my asshole into his finger, letting him know that it was okay to continue.

Taking his cue, Caesar slowly pushed a finger into my anus all I could do was moan with the pleasure that was sweeping through me. First one knuckle, then another slipped between the cheeks of my ass, probing deeper, until the entire length of his finger had eased into my asshole.

What an amazing feeling, one that both satisfies and begs for more. Breathing deep, I continued riding my man s cock the pleasure was so intense that all I could do was arch my spine. Again and again I lifted up and came down on Caesar s shaft, while he held my ass with one hand and drove deep between my cheeks with the fingers of the other.

Certainly we couldn t stop here, not tonight. I knew this, and so did Caesar. Gently pulling his finger out, Caesar pulled me off him and left the bed to throw a couple more logs on the fire. He walked to the sink and returned with a bottle of lotion. He guided me onto my tummy and, straddling my legs, prepared to take us on a journey neither of us had gone on before.

Lying flat on the bed, my arms wrapped around my pillow, I could feel the warmth of his hands as he glided them over my bottom, massaging the flesh, then leaning over to kiss it, rubbing his cheeks against mine. Before long, I felt the cool silkiness of the lotion being massaged into my anus. When I felt the tip of his cock probing between my cheeks, I knew that he had his cock in hand and was preparing to take me in the only way he never had.

Our lovemaking this special night had prepared me for what lay ahead, and I was eagerly awaiting Caesar s deepest probing as never before. He guided his cock right up to the door of my back passage and gently knocked. I let him in with a sigh, feeling the head of his cock, slick with lotion, ease into my anus, and the rush of stinging pleasure that accompanied it. He held it there for a moment, and then slowly, easily, sank even deeper into my asshole. His cock was so much bigger than his finger, the sensation so intense. It was a feeling of being stuffed, completely and fully, and I was enjoying it immensely.

With my hands grabbing the headboard, I raised my ass into the air and whispered for him to take me. Caesar s hands grasped my hips, and I felt him sink his cock deeper, deeper, deeper into my asshole, until the entire length of his shaft was embedded in my ass. My, that was intense!

As my man drove deep into me with long, slow thrusts, he completely blew me out of this world with pleasure. My ass was stuffed and I was delirious with pleasure. With each thrust I was able to take him more easily, and I let him know it.

This was a pleasure that went beyond orgasmic. And I was loving it for its strength, its uniqueness. Again and again I felt Caesar s hard cock pounding into me furiously, then slowing and nearly coming to a stop. Finally, as he pushed his cock in deep one last time and held still, I felt my insides wash over with the warmth of his release. He collapsed at my side, and we both slept for a long time.

That entire week, our second honeymoon in the mountains was a beautiful, special time for us. We seemed to be closer than ever. We made love frequently in our little cabin, sometimes fast and hard, other times slow, soft and sweet. Only once more did we delight in the pleasures of anal sex, but it was a forbidden fruit that called out to be tasted.

Ms. Isabel L., New Haven, Connecticut

A GIFT THAT COMES WITH A GUARANTEE OF SATISFACTION

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In nine years of marriage, there was little that Bev and I hadn t done sexually, our erotic imaginations teaming up to create electric excitement in bed and orgasms packing a wallop. Nonetheless, I was taken aback when my wife, still beautiful and wholly desirable at thirty six, brought up the subject of threesomes one night as we cuddled in bed.

Isn t that every man s favorite fantasy? she asked. Two women making him happy in every way possible? I had to admit that I had given the idea more than a passing thought, but during my carefree bachelor days not since my marriage to a woman who totally satisfied me. Bev wriggled onto her side and lifted up a bit so she could look down into my face. Let me give that pleasure to you, honey. As an anniversary present.

Our anniversary was indeed on the horizon, and I had been hoping for a new set of golf clubs, a gift that certainly paled in comparison to what my wife was suggesting. And just whom did she have in mind for this threeway?

Nora, Bev said happily. Trying to gauge my reaction, she slid a hand down my body to my cock, her fingers pulling on it lazily. You know Nora, right? I certainly did. Nora was a coworker of Bev s whom I d seen on a number of occasions, most recently when she came by the house to pick up Bev for an aerobics class. I d even danced with her at Bev s company Christmas party last year. Well, my wife prodded. What are you thinking? She was caressing my balls now, squeezing them gently.

I was thinking that Nora, a strikingly attractive brown eyed, raven haired divorcee of thirty two, had never once indicated any interest in me as a bed partner.

Well, of course not, you big ninny, my wife said when I told her this. Nora would never go after you behind my back. Slithering down the bed, she curled herself around my leg and slipped my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, then pulled it out. But believe me, she s hot for you. She masturbates thinking of you fucking her silly. Back into her mouth went my cock, which was getting longer and thicker with each passing second.

Just how do you know all this? I asked.

Again Bev took my cock out of her mouth. Because she told me, my wife said, smiling up at me.

Visions of the beauteous Nora danced in my head as Bev performed her oral magic on my cock, bringing it to full rigidity. Nora naked, naked and in need of my hard on, legs splayed, pussy wet and warm, arms reaching out to me now that was a thought worth holding onto. With my eyes closed, I savored the sensation of feminine lips drawing on my cock, a playful tongue swirling around the underside, curling around the head, darting down to swipe at my balls. So very, very good. . . .

And then I was coming, shooting long and hard into my wife s mouth, and watching through glazed eyes as she happily gulped down my load. After licking my cock clean, Bev grinned up at me and said, You were pretending it was Nora down here blowing you, right?

I could only return her grin.

Bev s phone call to Nora, inviting her over to dinner the following Saturday night, was all it took to start me happily contemplating my first threesome. I envisioned myself a prince being serviced every which way by two princesses, both of whom were eager to give me pleasure.

It was around nine o clock, with a good meal and cognac in the living room having eased the tension among us, that I found myself naked in bed with two equally naked ladies at either side. In spite of what Bev had said about her coworker having the hots for me, Nora s unbridled enthusiasm took me by surprise.

I m sorry, I just can t wait a second longer, Nora suddenly blurted out. Scooting down the bed, she grabbed hold of my half hard cock and stuffed it into her pretty mouth. Sexy slurping sounds soon followed, as did an I told you so smile from my wife, who then commenced tonguing my nipples while down below Nora continued gobbling greedily. I was in heaven, and we had only just begun!

It wasn t much later that Nora climbed aboard my cock for a joyride. With my wife stroking my chest and nibbling on my ear, I watched the black haired beauty guide my saliva wet cock to her pussy, inserting just the mushroom shaped head between her dewy lips. She paused, holding herself still, as if enjoying for a few seconds longer this long awaited moment. Then she sat down hard on me, taking my cock completely inside her tight, pretty pussy and moaning loudly.

Nora wriggled on top of me for a moment, then started rocking back and forth. Bev, meanwhile, straddled my head, her grin delightfully lewd as she shoved her pussy into my face. Holding onto the headboard, she ground herself into my mouth as I sucked and licked her clitoris. Nora was squealing and moaning and moving more rapidly now, her pussy muscles squeezing me sensuously.

After a while the women changed places, with Nora crawling up my body to sit on my face and Bev straddling my hips to impale herself on my cock. Nora was soaking wet, and she seemed to delight in grinding down hard and smearing her juices all over my face. I licked her lustily, my tongue swabbing her clitoris, stabbing at it repeatedly. Yes, eat me, you big stud, Nora pleaded passionately.

I did just that, bringing her to a hard, panting orgasm before she freed my head from the heavenly grip of her thighs. Less than a minute later, Nora was back from whence she came, down there at my hot loins, helping Bev polish my raging hard on. I did indeed feel like a prince as I watched my lovely blonde haired wife and her raven haired friend pass my cock between them, taking turns sucking it. How I managed not to come till then, I didn t know, but I was more than ready now to blast off.

Nora first, my wife said. That was fine by me.

Voicing her preference for doggy style, Nora quickly positioned herself on all fours. Give it to me, Scott, she breathed hotly. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep.

In no time I was kneeling behind Nora and pounding my cock into her pussy. Stretched out beside us on the bed was Bev, her eyes glazed with desire as she squeezed her breast with one hand while vigorously rubbing her clitoris with the other. Fuck her, honey, she said thickly. Show her what an unbelievable stud you are.

Yes, fuck me, Nora pleaded, dropping down onto her elbows and cradling her face between her arms. Make me come like a stick of dynamite, Scott.

No more than a minute later Nora did come, moaning loudly, her fingers digging into the sheets. I rammed into her one last time and held still, hands locked onto her upturned hips, as my semen shot into her convulsing pussy. Beside us, Bev was crying out with pleasure, both hands now clamped between her legs as she came explosively.

An hour or so later, the exciting scene was replayed with some twists. This time I did Bev doggy style, while beside us Nora whipped herself up into a state of quivering ecstasy. And at Nora s urging, I pulled out of Bev when I was ready to shoot so she could enjoy the taste of my white cream.

We were at it until almost three in the morning, Bev and Nora combining their considerable lovemaking skills to get me hard more often than I d ever thought possible in a single night. At the end, before we collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs to sleep the sleep of angels, I had the distinct pleasure of fucking Nora and Bev in the ass as they knelt on the edge of the bed. What an absolutely glorious night!

I haven t yet decided what to get my wife for our anniversary. She certainly has been giving me enough hints, however. But where in the world do I find a muscular young stud with a larger than average cock who can keep it up all night?

Mr. Scott A., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Sophisticated Midnight Desires

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Oh, now I ve shocked you, haven t I? She sat on the balcony with a glass of Pinot Grigio in one hand while the other toyed with the pearls at her throat. Real pearls. Helen would never wear anything but real jewelry. She was nearly forty, but she looked ten years younger. She had dark hair, green eyes and perfect lips painted a bright red. She was poised and cool, and just a few seconds before, she d insisted that what she really liked best these days was watching a man masturbate. It turns me on, she said. We could do it together, if you like. I d rather do that than the usual thing.

The usual thing was what I thought I was there for. We d met at a holiday party, renewed an acquaintance after a lapse of nearly ten years, and then agreed to finish the evening at her apartment. Now the ending was turning out to be different than I d expected.

I asked Helen if she d given up ordinary sex altogether, and she quickly smiled and said of course not, but that her interest right now was this new passion, this new discovery she d made. She said that at the party she d imagined the two of us doing it in evening clothes right here on the balcony, twenty floors up in the sky and out in the open. She said that no one could see and that it would be great fun. She said, You won t disappoint me, will you?

Of course I wouldn t the idea had me powerfully aroused. I thought she blushed as I looked at her, but I wasn t sure. Helen was not a woman who blushed easily. Then the moment passed and she seemed perfectly composed again, the wineglass in her left hand, her eyes watching me carefully. She looked exquisite, serene, a cultured, successful career woman who wore elegant clothes with a perfect grace. I wanted to make love to her in the worst way. But I decided to do what she wanted.

Helen had made the discovery that masturbation can be an art. She said she had done it with many men and was thrilled each time. It was always different, a new experience, a new sharing. I asked her if she did it alone. She smiled and said, But of course.

Helen talked about the two of us again. She explained that she didn t like to rush things. She liked the excitement to build. There was no hurry, was there? I wondered if she was teasing me.

Then, in a moment, she did tease me. She crossed her left leg over her right leg, then leaned forward to slowly stroke her left calf. She had marvelous legs, sleek calves and slender ankles and feet made stunning by gold high heeled sandals. She pulled the hem of her dress back a bit to reveal her knees and a few inches of her left thigh. I could see her clearly in the light from the living room her knees, her thighs, the fine texture of her sheer stockings. She sipped her wine. She said nothing. She uncrossed her legs and re crossed them. I m enjoying this, she said. I m enjoying your eyes on my legs.

I said her legs were exquisite, and she smiled. Did they turn me on? she wanted to know. I said yes. Did I have an erection? Yes again.

Helen smiled. She kept her eyes on me, and I wondered if she could see anything in my crotch. I had a fierce erection from all the talk of masturbation and now the exposure of her lovely legs. It was obvious now how much she enjoyed deliberately exciting me. She uncrossed her legs again and left them apart, and I could see the insides of her thighs. She pulled the hem of her dress back even further and for the first time I saw the tops of her stockings, then a black garter strap at the top of each thigh and her white skin above the dark bands of her stockings. What a lovely vision she was.

And then she pulled the dress up even further and I discovered that she wore no panties, just a black lace garter belt and the sheer stockings framing a dark bush of pubic hair.

What do you see? Helen said.

I m looking at your cunt, I replied.

The word caused a visible quiver to pass through her shoulders. I played her game now. I slowly unzipped my fly. I teased her by not doing anything further for a moment. Then I slid my fingers into the opening and I brought my cock out.

What do you see? I asked her. Her eyes were hot as she gazed at it. I did nothing kept my hands away from my fly, did not touch myself. My penis was swollen and hot and twitched at intervals as she stared at it. Then, finally, I touched it. I closed the fingers of my right hand around the base and pulled the skin down so that my glans grew even larger.

Now Helen had a request. She said she wanted to see my balls. Her legs were still apart, her dark haired cunt completely visible to me. I brought my testicles out carefully and arranged my scrotum over the bottom part of the zipper. I said, Like this?

She nodded. She said she liked the way I looked. Capable, was how she put it. I like to look at it, she said. She explained that there had been a time when she was too reserved to talk about it, but now she knew better. There was no reason not to talk about it if she liked doing it. The talking excited her.

Me, too. The experience was unique for me. Here I was, seated on a balcony high up in the sky, my genitals exposed, the woman in front of me exposed, her eyes feasting on my exposed cock, the two of us knowing that shortly we would masturbate together and watch each other doing it. It was one thing to do this with a familiar lover, but to do it with a woman I d never taken to bed was something else.

Then Helen asked if I wanted to see her breasts. Of course I said yes. I held my cock in my hand again. The tip was wet now, and I wondered if she could see it. She drew the low neckline of her dress down, and in a moment her breasts were exposed mature breasts, heavy globes hanging over the top of her dress like ripe melons. The nipples were pale brown, contracted now and extended. After she d arranged her breasts to her satisfaction, she slipped her right hand between her legs and began caressing herself.

She looked right at me, keeping her legs apart, as she fondled her cunt. First her whole hand, her palm rubbing against her labia, and then only the tips of her fingers. The effect on me was extraordinary. I gazed at her breasts, at her sleek legs, her open thighs, the dark tops of her stockings, the dark thatch of pubic hair, her fingertips teasing her pink slit. I gazed at what she was showing me, and I could feel my heart pounding.

I followed her lead. I began moving m hand on the shaft of my penis, my fingers curled around its thickness and slowly stroked up and down. My glans was swollen more than ever now, the tip leaking a steady stream of pearly droplets. Our eyes met. She held my gaze a long moment, and then she dropped her eyes to my stroking hand again. Do it slowly, she said. Once again she told me that she liked it much better when it wasn t rushed. Her fingers continued moving across and between her labia as she watched the movement of my hand.

My excitement was intense, my penis bloated and dripping under her gaze. I watched her fingers as she now opened her labia wide to expose her clitoris. She began a slow rubbing of the shaft of her clitoris as she watched my hand move up and down on my cock shaft.

Do you like it? she said. Do you like my cunt? Hearing her use the word was exciting. She said the word forcefully, making no attempt to hide the sounds of it.

I said yes, I liked it, and she smiled. They re not all the same, are they?

The question was only rhetorical. She opened her cunt wider, stretching her labia apart, her forefinger pulling at the hood of her clitoris to expose its glans. She held her clitoris like that a moment, and then she slid her fingers down to the mouth of her vagina, pushed two fingers inside and looked at my face again as she moved the fingers in and out of her opening.

Helen said it excited her to show herself like this and to watch me at the same time, to watch me stroke my penis. I did my best to control myself, to keep pace with her. I tried not to move ahead of her. I allowed her to choose the rhythm with her fingers.

Helen had her thumb on her clitoris now, her forefinger and middle finger still thrusting slowly, and now she lifted the glass to her lips and sipped the wine, saying nothing as she continued to slowly masturbate.

Was her face flushed? I looked at it carefully, but I could see no sign of her arousal. Her red lips glistened with the wine. She continued to stare at my stroking hand.

You re leaking, she said. Please don t come yet, it s too soon. I stopped stroking my cock, moved my fingers to the base of my shaft and pulled downward to get more blood in my glans. Yes, I was leaking, the juice dribbling out of the tip. Helen gazed at it with hot eyes, her fingers still rubbing her clitoris. I tried to excite her further by smearing the fluid over my glans. Her lips were slack, and now her pink tongue appeared, sliding from side to side over her lips. Was she having as much difficulty as I was? I smeared more of the juice over the tip of my penis. My balls were bloated. I held my scrotum and the base of my penis in one hand and slowly waved it at her.

Now she pulled her fingers away from her cunt and brought her juices up to her breasts. She smeared the fluid over one nipple, then the other, the light from the living room causing the tips of her breasts to glisten. Her eyes were always on me, on my cock swollen in my hand. I watched her pull at her nipples and twist them apart with her fingertips, her legs wide apart to show me the dark grotto of her cunt.

I needed to touch myself once more, aware of her smoldering gaze and secret smile. I kept my eyes on her busy hands and once more stroked my bloated organ. I was rigid with passion and I noticed that more pre come was leaking from the tip of my cock. Using it as a lubricant, I swirled it around my cockhead. It felt wonderful and my hips made an involuntary push up off the seat.

Helen saw this and whispered to me once more, Please don t come. At that moment I knew I had the ability to control my desire. Besides, I wanted to feel more of myself. I was never more excited with the prospect.

I stroked the full length of my shaft, from tip to balls, until I felt as if I were leaving a trail of fire on it. Helen s excitement was apparent and she smiled at my enthusiasm. By now she was rubbing her breasts with both hands a little roughly, I might add. I had never met a woman quite like her. She amazed me with her wildness beneath such a cool exterior. I would have never imagined myself doing this with such a wonderful, sexy woman.

Her cunt looked so inviting and I began to cup my balls, enjoying their fullness and their warmth. I didn t realize that my own body could bring me such exquisite pleasure. My cock was poking straight up by now, brushing against my shirt that was tucked into my pants. I looked up once again and saw that Helen s eyes were closed. She must have felt my lingering gaze upon her because they opened so suddenly again.

One hand dropped down again to rub her sex, first with the heel of her palm and then with the fingers. Then she asked me if I d ever done this with other women. I said no, I hadn t, not like this. I told her that I d occasionally watched a woman masturbate, but never liked this. Helen smiled and asked if I liked it. She kept her fingers moving as she asked the question, her thumb strumming her clitoris, the two fingers sliding in and out of her sex.

I told her how excited I was. I said I wanted to watch her come. She was amused and said she d been coming all along small orgasms in preparation for the big one. I m sopping wet, she said. I could see the gleaming of the fluid on her fingers and the juices along her labia. I told her to put the wineglass down and hold herself open with that hand. She smiled and did just that, spreading her cunt further to make her clitoris and the mouth of her vagina more visible, her pelvis now sliding forward a bit on the seat of the chair as she became more excited. She began talking again, her voice more throaty than before. She said she liked to watch sperm shoot out of a cock. She liked the gushing, the material evidence of the male orgasm. With a man, it s always so definite, she said.

She kept talking to me, stroking herself, and I kept pumping my cock. I love the way a man looks when he s coming. All taut and muscles bulging, she said.

I answered that I hoped I wouldn t disappoint her. Helen was an expert in the way she described a man s orgasm. The thickness of his come, the amount, it was all so important to her. If she kept talking like that I knew that I was going to spurt like a geyser.

I looked once more up at the night sky. It was clear and filled with stars. Their cold, twinkling lights were the only voyeurs to our self afflicted passion. For a moment I felt so free, so wild and uninhibited that I let out a small moan.

It feels good, was all that Helen could reply. I could see that a sheen of sweat coated her forehead. I wondered what her sweat tasted like. I wondered what her very wet cunt tasted like.

This exposure that we were giving each other was more than I could handle. I never wanted a woman more than Helen, she looked so natural and content playing with herself. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I wanted to be the one stroking and pinching the puffy lips of her cunt. At that moment I thought that it would be just glorious to taste her. But right now it was a time for sexual exploration and showing each other what we can do to ourselves in private.

By now the lips of her pussy were so red, like a rose, I thought. My whole body was on fire. I knew that I was almost there, on the edge, on the precipice of pure ecstasy.

Then Helen asked me if I was ready and I said yes. She quickened the pace of her masturbation, her fingers rubbing harder in her wet cunt, rubbing her clitoris very rapidly, slowing down and moment, then rubbing rapidly again.

Now! she said. Do it now!

Her eyes were hot as she watched me, her red mouth slack as I stroked my cock with more vigor. I pumped faster, aware of the pressure, the feel of the imminent explosion. And then suddenly I started shooting, the sperm jetting out toward her and the stars beyond.

She came immediately, a hard orgasm. I could see it in her face, in the frenzied way she now rubbed her clitoris. Her thighs were shaking. I continued pumping my penis, another jet, a third, a fourth jet falling to the stone floor of the balcony. Helen continued coming as she watched it, as I watched her watching it.

We came down slowly, and afterward we sat there in the afterglow, in silence. The night sky showed a host of stars over our heads, a quarter moon near the horizon. Helen smiled at me. That was marvelous, she said. That was marvelous for me. The insides of her thighs were wet, and neither of us moved. I looked deep into Helen s eyes and saw them shining in the moonlight. I tried to put my cock back in my pants, but Helen s gaze prevented me from doing so, and I just sat there, cock in hand. Helen smiled again as she admired it.

MISS KATIE KEEPS ME ON MY TOES AND LICKING HERS

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The best thing that came with my new apartment is my consummate cocktease of a neighbor, Miss Katie. With her small waist and cute little ass, she always has on something very seductive, usually halter tops, shorts so short her cheeks stick out and, yes, little miniskirts.

Katie lives in the upstairs apartment but she seems to spend lots of time sniffing around my patio. She seldom wears stockings when she dons high heels or sandals, and she likes to dangle her shoes with her toes. Many times she will kick off her shoes and wiggle her toes between my legs.

One day I was home from work, not feeling well, and she came around while I was watching TV on the couch. Sitting in the recliner wearing a black leather mini and high heeled sandals, she looked at me and said, Why don t you be a good neighbor and crawl over to my feet, and maybe I will let you lick my pussy. You bet your sweet ass I crawled over to her. Then Miss Katie said, First take off my sandals and lick my feet lick between my toes very slowly, then lick yourself a trail all the way up to my ass.

God, I was in heaven worshiping her feet, although I had never done that to anyone before. I lapped her ass and pussy until she had two climaxes.

Now, slave, Katie said, for your reward, lie down on the floor on your back. Once again I obeyed and she began to masturbate me with her beautiful feet. Katie said I was not to come until she told me to, but it was very difficult. I wanted to shoot my load so bad. She threatened to punish me if I came, but I just couldn t help it. I shot all over her beautiful feet and it oozed between her toes. Katie was furious and made me lick up all my semen. The scene was great!

Sometimes she stands behind me and fondles my nipples while she takes one of her Spring o later heels and wiggles my cock very slowly in and out of the shoe. Then she stuffs my balls in the toe section and my cock in the inside of the heel and very slowly masturbates me, being careful not to let me come. While tormenting me, she ll say something like, Don t you wish I d let you worship my feet with your mouth for just a second or two?

But my favorite is when she s wearing stockings and she looks down at me and says, Lick between my toes, slave, and I say, But Mistress, I can t you re wearing stockings. Katie s answer is, Well, slave, I guess I ll have to punish you some more since you can t even complete a little assignment. Suck my toes, and I m not going to let you come. I m sick and tired of your little excuses. I am going to masturbate you with my bare feet, and never let you come. Well, maybe if Variations prints your letter I will permit you an orgasm, not one day sooner!

Believe me, Miss Katie means it!

Mr. Dan Z., Medford, Oregon

OF BONDAGE AND BARE FEET AND A HOUSEWIFE EXCITED BEYOND BELIEF

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My husband, Ned, and I have been acting out our fantasies of submission for years and have often added scenes found in your letters. But there is one form of domination I suffer that I ve never seen mentioned in Variations. It s simple and very effective: my husband makes me go barefoot.

At first, it was only occasionally. For the past two years, however, he has kept me barefoot almost all the time. For most of this period we ve lived in a warm climate and I ve worked at home making gift pottery and handicrafts, so it has been possible for us to play out this fantasy.

Our little game may not impress the whips and chains crowd, but being kept barefoot gives me a special, inescapable feeling of vulnerability and public exposure. When barefoot, even the simple act of walking requires some care, and I m always flooded with sensations wet grass, warm concrete, soft mud that those wearing shoes don t feel. Every sensuous step I take reminds me that I m under my husband s spell. Ned also insists that I use skin softening cream to keep my feet callus free, so they ll stay pretty and sensitive.

Going without shoes, I always feel a little naked. Wherever I go, people notice. Invariably, their eyes dart from my face to my feet and back. When I first told Ned this, he decided I should start painting my toenails bright red, to draw even more attention to them. People probably take my going barefoot to be an expression of freedom, but Ned and I feel that it is a form of bondage.

Our sexy barefoot game started quite naturally one night during one of our bondage sessions. I was fastened spread eagled to our bed, and Ned had secured dildos in both my pussy and my ass. He kept me like that for almost two hours, sweating in frustration, while he did God knows what outdoors. He eventually came in, sat down on the bed and began gently tickling the bottoms of my feet. As I twisted in my bonds, he told me that he would stop tickling and let me come on one condition: I had to go barefoot to a friend s fancy lawn party the next day. After ten more minutes of expert tickling, I eagerly agreed.

The whole barefoot party experience made me feel exposed, vulnerable and excited beyond belief. When we got home, Ned absolutely fucked my brains out and, well, the rest is history. Little by little, I was allowed to wear shoes less and less. Finally, one day my husband said that since I worked at home, there was little reason for me to wear shoes at all. After a moment s thought, I quietly agreed, slipped off my sandals and handed them to him.

Today I m allowed three pairs of shoes: two pairs of very high heels for formal occasions and one pair of thongs. Wearing shoes or sandals for any reason, even for a minute, always earns me a sexy punishment, such as oh, horrors spending an entire night in bondage. Rest assured, I m very motivated to keep my feet bare!

Ms. Wanda Y., Tampa, Florida

Sampling Candy

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Intriguingly, my most recent threesome experience evolved in a most unusual way. I ve been an ardent fan of adult films for years. Over the past few years, I ve even learned to enjoy the carefree feeling of exposing myself and openly masturbating in adult theaters I find it greatly enhances the pleasure I derive from watching these films. Almost always the audience consists of men like myself, but occasionally there will be one or two women in the theater. I ve often envied men who are able to convince their girlfriends or wives to accompany them to adult theaters.

On rare occasions, I ve been fortunate enough to observe one of these women so turned on during the film, she actually allows her escort to expose her breasts or thighs to the rest of us. The highlight of my adult theater activities occurred one evening when a sexy blonde allowed several of us to fondle her bare breasts, thighs and even her cunt. I can usually masturbate for hours without coming, but that evening I came as soon as I reached my hand inside her bra and touched her erect nipple. Women like this one excite me tremendously, and I keep hoping I ll meet more of them during my trips to adult theaters. Recently, however, something occurred that proved to be even more exciting.

I was attending an early evening showing of an adult film classic, and although I d seen it several times before, I was still turned on by it. I was masturbating, completely absorbed in the scene being portrayed on the screen. So absorbed, in fact, I hadn t even noticed that a man had entered my row and taken a seat near me until he said, Can you fuck with that thing as well as you can do that?

Startled, I covered my erection with my shirt and said, Excuse me? The man appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. He sounded rather intelligent, judging from his confident voice and his mannerisms. He was well groomed, and didn t try to hide the fact that he was also jerking off. Nonchalantly, he explained that he was married to a very hot, very sexy, extremely adventuresome young woman. He said they were into threesomes with clean looking men with big cocks, like yours. He went on to say that his wife knew where he was on what they called his little recruiting nights out, and he asked me if I d be interested in participating in a threesome with them. Or, hey, we can put on a hell of a show for you while you watch and jerk off, he added lightheartedly. Think you d be interested? Candy would sure love that cock of yours.

I didn t know what to say, but his proposal certainly intrigued me. I began masturbating again, letting him see me as he continued to openly play with himself. Tell me more, I stammered, telling myself it could be exciting to simply find out more about this strange proposition.

His name was Jim, and he explained that his wife would expect me to call her and that the first step would be to participate in phone sex. Following that, if she liked my voice and what I had to say, they d have me over for a drink. Candy usually likes for us to all take a shower together, then sit around and get to know each other for a while first, before actually doing anything. Then, if she likes what she sees, it sometimes gets pretty wild. He said she especially enjoyed sitting on a guy s cock, fucking him while I eat her pussy.

I asked him how old she was and what she looked like, and he said she was twenty eight and had a terrific body, explaining that she was passionate about aerobic workouts. For two reasons she likes to look good, and she likes to have enough stamina to fuck all night. Jim again asked me if I d be interested in joining them, and I said I would. He gave me her phone number, an easy one to remember, urging me to call her soon.

We turned our attention back to the screen, and I was so thrilled by his proposition, I knew I was going to come quickly. Apparently my excitement was obvious to Jim, and he suggested we come together, which we did. I alternated my attention between what was happening on screen and Jim s erupting cock as I rode waves of ecstasy up and over the top, splattering my semen on the floor in front of me. Before leaving the theater, I asked Jim if I could call Candy that evening, and he said that would be terrific.

When I got home, I went into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, got a towel from the bathroom and a jar of vaseline, and dialed Candy s number.

Hello, a sexy voice answered.

Candy? The voice asked cautiously, Who s this? I explained that I was a new friend of Jim s and that I was calling her at his suggestion, telling her I d heard great things about her.

Like what? she asked, so I told her. She asked me if I was interested in their proposition, and I said I was. For the next forty five minutes she had me describing what I d do to her if I were to join them, and she in turn provided me with some incredibly erotic images of what she would do to me. Early in the phone call it was apparent we were both masturbating. Although I d come in the theater, our erotic conversation was more than enough stimulation to aid me in coming again, to the accompaniment of Candy s moans at the other end of the line. Before closing, she gave me directions to their home, and we agreed I would visit them the next evening for a drink.

When I arrived at their suburban home, I was surprised and pleased to find that they lived in a rather expensive looking house in a nice neighborhood. I noted the silver Mercedes sedan next to a red Miata in their garage, and judged the home to be on approximately one acre of property. I nervously rang the bell, wondering what I was getting into, but far too excited to worry about it.

Jim opened the door and let me in, shaking my hand and telling me how pleased he was to see me. He led me back to a large family room with a walk in wet bar, fireplace, large screen TV, stereo and other entertainment equipment. As he was mixing me a drink, Candy appeared. She was a tall girl, with shoulder length light brown hair highlighted in a rusty tint. She had green eyes, a splattering of freckles across a squarish face and an engaging, dimpled smile. She was quite attractive, but not really what I d call beautiful, although her body certainly was, just as Jim had described. She wore a thin sleeveless t shirt and her breasts were quite striking, especially above her flat, hard stomach and small, perhaps no more than twenty three inch waist and her trim, firm hips and ass. Her well defined legs seemed to go on forever beneath her white, very brief satin jogging shorts.

You must be Lou, she said, somewhat shyly, I thought.

Yes. I m extremely pleased to meet you, I answered sincerely, a twinge of excitement racing through me as she glanced at my crotch. My cock stirred visibly, and I was pleased to see the dazzling smile it elicited from her.

We sat and talked for a while, enjoying ice cold vodka and tonics. Candy seemed to relax a bit, placing one of her legs on the cocktail table in front of her, allowing me to gaze inside the open leg of her jogging shorts. She knew I would be able to see her reddish pussy hair, and when she was sure of it, she moved her legs even wider apart, allowing me to see all of her exposed cunt. She d shaved the entire lower part of her pussy, leaving the lips totally bare. I began perspiring, and she smiled sexily and slowly reached down to begin stroking herself.

She s been anxious to meet you since last night, Jim said, and I realized he had taken out his cock and was stroking it slowly. Yes, Candy continued softly, you really turned me on during your phone call. Jim practically fucked my brains out when we got off the phone last night.

You excited me, too, I mumbled, feeling my cock swelling beneath my white athletic shorts. I had purposely not worn underwear, and I knew Jim and Candy could see the head of my prick pressing against the cotton material.

And she apparently still is, judging from the size of your cock, Jim laughed.

Let s go take a shower, Candy said, getting up and quickly leaving the family room.

Come on, Jim said, clapping his arm across my shoulder. I think you ve passed the test.

We entered the master bedroom, and Candy kicked off her sandals, then quickly stripped off her t shirt and shorts. She continued on into the bathroom, and as Jim and I disrobed, we heard her turn on the shower water.

My cock was sticking out in front of me as I entered the bathroom behind Jim, who also had an erection. I wondered what I d do if he wanted to do anything with me, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted when Candy took each of us by the cock, gently pulling us into the shower with her. She closed the door to the large shower stall, and I was pleased to note that water was coming off the walls from two different sources, enabling all of us to comfortably enjoy the spray.

Candy s body was even more beautiful nude than I d imagined it would be, and her eyes were smoldering with lust. She placed my hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, encouraging me to fondle her as she took my cock in her hands, moving her fingers around it in opposite directions.

Oh, that feels wonderful, I moaned, wanting to bury myself in her hairless pussy. Fortunately for me, Candy had an even better idea. She sank to her knees and took me inside her mouth, licking the tip of my cock with her tongue, gently caressing my balls with her fingertips. Jim was masturbating beside us, and I wondered how much longer I could withhold coming.

Come on, Lou, it s okay, Candy mumbled with my cock still between her lips. You can come in my mouth. I love to bring guys off this way first. I ve found a guy can last longer when he fucks me if I suck him off first. She winked and grinned at me as she let the length of my cock run deep into her mouth. Then, astonishingly, she ran a finger back through the crack of my ass, pushing gently but persistently until she was fucking my asshole. I couldn t hold on any longer, and when she sensed I was about to come, she withdrew my cock from her mouth and allowed me to explode all over her face. For a moment she looked like the women in some of the films I love so much, but the water from the shower splashing on her face washed away the residue of my orgasm all too quickly.

My knees were weak, and I was grateful when she stood to hug and kiss me. Her large slippery breasts pressed against my chest, and my tender cock did the same to her hard belly. Jim moved behind her and suddenly slid his cock inside her, fucking her as she pressed against me. Her body rocked violently against mine each time Jim thrust into her.

I love it, I love it, Candy wailed, kissing me one moment, simply staring deeply into my eyes the next, as though she were being fucked by me and not Jim. When he came inside her, Candy pressed me against the wet shower wall, sliding her body over my own, grasping my ass, pulling me against her, shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

Finally, the waves of pleasure subsided and she said, Let s get into bed. I want you now. It s your turn.

We went into the bedroom, and Candy threw back the bedspread and the covers, flopping on her back in the middle of the bed. Fuck me, she instructed, pulling me on top of her, helping me position myself so I could enter her. When I was inside her, Candy raised her long legs off the bed and wrapped them around my back, providing me with access to the innermost folds of her body. She was still warm and wet from the shower, and her thighs and cunt were slick with the remnants of Jim s ejaculation.

As I plunged into her, she began making long, loud animalistic noises. Moans and profanities were mingled, and her head twitched back and forth on the pillow, seemingly without control, as though bolts of electricity were coursing through her body.

Roll over, you two, Jim suggested, and we did. Candy gave me a wild, savage look and then kissed me before pulling away. As I positioned myself sitting up, leaning back on the pillows, Candy pivoted around and sat on my cock, her hair hanging down onto my chest. I began fucking her again, maneuvering her pelvis, and then I felt Jim getting into bed. He was positioning himself between our legs, and when Candy suddenly squealed, I realized he was eating her as we fucked.

In a few moments, Candy collapsed on top of me, her legs spread wide, my cock still embedded inside her. I began playing with her tits, and I could feel Jim licking her cunt. Occasionally, I felt his tongue on my cock as well as it slid in and out of her. I couldn t tell if it was by accident or not, but I didn t care in any case. Candy had stopped moving her body, but she continued to work the muscles of her cunt around my cock. It felt like tiny fingers tickling me, urging me to come, but I knew I wasn t ready yet, and that I could keep this up for some time.

Candy came suddenly, her body jerking up off mine, and as Jim continued to eat her, she rammed herself up and down my cock as hard as she could. Again she twitched and jerked uncontrollably as the intensity of her orgasm slammed into her. I wondered if their neighbors could hear her screams, and decided that this was truly a one of a kind woman.

When she d finished coming, she rolled off me, turning so she could kiss me, and said, That was incredible! I hope you re not finished yet. I could keep this up all night.

Jim freshened our drinks and we relaxed for a while, sitting on the bed, at ease with one another, basking in the enjoyment of a wondrous sexual sharing. After a half hour or so, Candy crawled over to me and began sucking my cock again. Jim masturbated as he watched us, lovingly gazing at his obliging wife as she blew me.

I think I d like you both to fuck me at once, Candy said huskily, crawling up my body and sliding down onto my cock, her ass exposed to her husband. Jim explained that this was something she only did on rare occasions when she was extremely turned on, and he said I could take it as a real compliment. I did, as pleasurable sensations flooded my body from Candy s exquisite movements up and down on my turgid cock.

Oh yes, Candy hissed as Jim coated her asshole with KY jelly. Now, Jimmy. Do it to me in the ass now, she begged, staring at me, erotic fire darting through her eyes. She stuck out her tongue and I touched it with mine as we anticipated her husband s cock in her other, more forbidden, orifice.

When he entered her, I could feel his shaft rubbing against my cock, and I loved the sensation. Candy began gurgling again, making those little animalistic squeals she d emitted before and turning me on immensely. The two of us fucked her very slowly and leisurely, enjoying the feel of our cocks rubbing together inside the walls of her cunt and ass. It was an incredible experience, and I wanted it to last forever.

Naturally, it couldn t, and when Candy approached her orgasm, Jim suggested we each pull out of her and shower her with our come. She looked at me with a wild, lost expression, her eyes burning with desire. Yes! she hissed, when Jim pulled out of her ass. Moaning and trembling, she quickly rolled off me and onto her back, masturbating furiously, her mouth wide open and her tongue extended, waiting for us to bathe her with our ejaculate.

Jim and I straddled her face, each of us masturbating, our rigid cocks inches from her mouth. He ejaculated first, spurting several arcs of come onto her tongue and face. His response triggered my orgasm as well, and I fought to keep my eyes open so I could burn the memory of this erotic moment into my mind forever. I knew I d masturbate for years afterward with the image of this incredible event as a stimulant, and I wanted to remember every little detail.

Candy seemed to luxuriate in the eroticism of the event, swallowing some of our juices, turning to allow some to splatter on her face, neck and tits. Another orgasm racked her body, and her gasps testified to the depths of her passion. I thought my orgasm would never end, but eventually my cock stopped twitching and I began to breathe easily again. I d been holding my breath in an attempt to prolong the pleasure, and I couldn t remember ever having had such a satisfying climax.

Since that evening, I ve been with Jim and Candy three more times. Each time has been as exciting and wonderful as the first, and there isn t much we haven t tried, although Jim and I have steadfastly managed to avoid doing anything with or to each other. I m certainly more than happy to be Candy s second partner in our m nage trois evenings.

I still regularly attend adult theaters, and I still masturbate while there, but the thrills I derive from these activities pale in comparison to those I experience with Jim and Candy. Now if only I could find a girl like Candy for myself.

TAKING A BIG STEP TOWARD TOTALLY SATISFYING ORGASMS

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After reading your last foot fetishism special, I decided to share a personal experience with you and the other readers.

For years now, I have told my wife, Laurie, of my love for her toes. And sometimes during sex, I will lick and suck on her toes as well as her other body parts. One evening I really pampered her. I gave her a bath, washing every part of her beautiful chocolate colored body, spending more time than necessary on her bright pink pussy and her wonderful teardrop shaped ass.

But let s not forget her sexy toes. After her bath, I gave Laurie a pedicure. I trimmed her toenails, and while waiting for the polish to dry, we occupied our time by nibbling on each other. As I had applied two coats of polish to each toe, we had plenty of time to nibble!

I asked Laurie if she had ever thought about me masturbating and coming on her toes. She said the thought had crossed her mind, but that was all. I decided, now that the polish was dry and we were both hot and horny, that this would be a great time for me to come all over her cute toes.

With Laurie on the bed, I took one of her feet in my left hand and my cock in the right. I started stroking my cock while staring into Laurie s eyes. Back and forth my hand went, making little circles around the head of my cock. Laurie helped out by tickling my balls with her fingernails this made me quiver as come slowly worked its way up the shaft of my cock.

Aiming my cock as best I could, I shot my load on her toes. It is so nice to see fresh come on sexy brown toes just painted with red nail polish! While I gazed at her toes and rubbed my come all over and in between them, Laurie slid down and sucked the remaining drops of semen from my pulsating cock.

We have yet to repeat this delightful episode, but it s only a matter of time before we will. Maybe tonight.

Mr. Nathan T., Vicksburg, Mississippi

FOOT MAN SEEKS A LADY WITH A GOOD HEART AND TENDER SOLE

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I am a successful businessman and one of an apparently growing number of men who treasure the female foot. I have had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember and have spent more time than I care to admit gazing at women s high heel clad feet, wishing I could do more than worship them from afar. I faithfully read your publication and know that there are actually women who not only enjoy having their feet worshiped but also demand this of those men fortunate enough to be their slaves. I find it frustrating that I cannot find such a woman.

I sometimes feel that women know when a man such as myself is longing to worship their feet but, for whatever reason, they do not give us the opportunity. I have only once confided my true desires to a woman, and she was not interested.

I need to find a lady who will enjoy the attention I will devote to her feet. This lady must know that I will worship and attend to her feet with slavish devotion and that I will be untiring in my attempts to please her. I feel women are missing out on a good thing by not allowing men such as myself to assume our rightful place at their feet. We constantly hear the female gender complaining that there are no good men available. Well, we re here and waiting to serve.

Women should realize that there are good men out there who are looking only for a chance to please them. For every lady who is looking for a man who will spend every moment worshiping at her feet and who will be totally devoted to her, I know there is a foot fetishist willing to devote his life to catering to her every whim.

Mr. Chris R., Honolulu, Hawaii

NEWLYWEDS IN STEP WHEN IT COMES TO PEDICURE PASSION

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Tonight Dwayne and I are celebrating our first anniversary together. For the past twelve months we have experienced the joy of foot sex.

At thirty two, I was frustrated with my love life and determined to be more assertive in my search for a man who would indulge my needs. It turned out that that man was right in front of my eyes the whole time. Dwayne was a coworker and quite friendly. We often had lunch together, and while I found Dwayne attractive, we never seemed to click. However, at the company Christmas party things changed.

It started when I thought I heard Dwayne and another coworker commenting on a secretary s feet and shoes. While I couldn t quite hear everything, I did notice a lump in Dwayne s pants. To test my hypothesis, I sat across the room in direct view of Dwayne. Playfully, I let one of my heels dangle off my toes. After a couple of minutes, I noticed Dwayne stealing glances at me, so I removed my shoe and slowly massaged my foot. Dwayne began to stare. Now I knew I wanted him bad!

After the holidays I formulated a plan to catch Dwayne. As usual, he had planned for us to eat lunch together on Friday, but I had different plans. I told Dwayne I was busy but asked him about dinner. He seemed pleasantly surprised. During lunch I treated myself to a pedicure something that always gets me in the mood for sex. Then I bought a pair of sexy sandals.

After dinner I suggested to Dwayne that we go dancing. We laughed and danced for hours. It was the most fun I d had in months. As the hour grew late, I knew it was time for me to make my move. When Dwayne asked me to dance again, I told him I was danced out but would enjoy a nightcap at his place. His eyes lit up.

Once at his apartment, he offered me some wine and put on some music. Do you mind if I take my shoes off? I asked innocently, as he sat next to me on the couch.

Dwayne replied, Not at all. In fact, let me help you. He motioned for me to put my feet in his lap. Dwayne gazed at my feet for a minute, then slowly removed my sandals. I playfully wiggled my toes and let out a sigh of relief. How about one of my famous foot rubs, Debbie? he asked. I tingled in anticipation.

Dwayne explained to me that for a truly first rate massage my feet should be bare. I told him that I was wearing knee highs and without ado he gently peeled them off. You have gorgeous feet, Debbie, he said.

Thank you. I just had a pedicure.

Dwayne placed his hands on my feet. My heart was racing as I closed my eyes. Dwayne s fingers probed the soles of my feet, which sent shock waves to my pussy. When his fingers played inside my toes, I let out a little giggle.

Sorry, I didn t mean to tickle you, Dwayne apologized. Then he pressed my feet between his hands, vigorously working them as if they were made of clay. With each stroke of my feet, my pussy grew wetter. Finally I pulled my feet from his lap. What s the matter? he asked.

I crawled up next to him and whispered into his ear, Let s go into the bedroom, and I licked his ear. For extra measure, I placed my hand on his cock, which was quite swollen.

In his bedroom we quickly disrobed. Dwayne picked me up and put me on the bed. He began nibbling on my toes and then licked his way up to my pussy. After only a few licks of his tongue, I had a jolting orgasm. When Dwayne crawled on top of me and began to suck my nipples, I found his enlarged cock and guided it home. It was a fast and furious fuck, and in no time we were both coming hard.

The next morning, Dwayne woke me up with a gentle tickling of my feet. He served me breakfast in bed, then licked jelly off my nipples and made love to me again. I invited him to my apartment for dinner that night. When he asked me if he could bring anything, I told him just your imagination.

I greeted Dwayne at my door in a black nightie, ankle high lace socks and a pair of four inch heels. Dwayne handed me a bottle of Champagne and some flowers. Before he could take off his coat, I kissed him deeply. He seemed a bit surprised. I took his hand and led him to a chair I had put in the middle of the room. Before dinner, let s enjoy an appetizer, I said, and pushed him into the chair. I sat in his lap and asked him how he liked my outfit. He wholeheartedly approved. I pulled off a shoe and showed him my lace covered toes.

Nice touch, he said, as he rubbed my foot.

Time for your treat, I said, and jumped out of the chair.

I retrieved a pan of warm, soapy water from the kitchen and placed it at the foot of the chair. Dwayne looked at me, puzzled. I m going to give you a pedicure, I explained.

A what?

Just relax. After I removed his shoes and socks, I had Dwayne put his feet in the water to soak as I fixed him a drink.

After putting on some soft music, I slipped out of my negligee and knelt in front of Dwayne in just my heels and socks. I took one of his feet and soaped it up, gently caressing his toes. I repeated the procedure on the other foot and then dried them both. Next I began to file the rough skin from the soles of Dwayne s feet with a pumice stone. By the time I started trimming his toenails, Dwayne was in another world. As I massaged cream into his feet, he purred with pleasure. After the thirty minute foot massage, I placed a kiss on each instep.

Don t stop! Dwayne shouted, as I got to my feet. I explained that I would be right back. I quickly picked up my materials and then dimmed the lights. I returned to Dwayne and kissed him. Then I lay down on the floor in front of him with my feet in his lap.

Dwayne removed my shoes and held me feet up under his nose, enjoying the aroma. I lifted one foot to the ceiling and Dwayne unrolled my sock. As he took off my other sock, my free foot rubbed along his thigh and then his penis. He held one foot in his warm hands and brought my toes to his lips. After kissing each one, he put all my toes into his mouth, continually running his tongue along them. Simultaneously, Dwayne s big toe found my vagina and began to masturbate me. I pulled his other foot to my chest and he started rubbing it over my nipples.

Once again Dwayne brought me to an incredible orgasm. And then, before I knew it, he was undressed and on top of me, fucking me like crazy. I came two more times with Dwayne pounding my pussy and then once more when he shot his load deep inside me.

Well, I could go on, but Dwayne is finishing my pedicure and my panties are positively soaked!

Ms. Debbie B., Gary, Indiana

NIGHTTIME BONDAGE OUT ON THE DECK FOR NEW HOMEOWNERS

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It was a very warm night as Pamela and I relaxed on the deck of our brand new house. We d spent an unnerving day signing forms at the closing, but the thrill of being first time homeowners kept our deep lust for each other as steamy as the humid night.

Pamela stood up and leaned over the deck railing. The tight shorts she was wearing caressed her ass so beautifully. My cock became stiff just looking at those long, slender legs. Turning toward me, she reached down, grabbed my bulge and giggled. Then, without saying a word, she took a cushion from the lawn chair, set it on the deck and pushed me down onto it.

She undid my shirt and pants, then took my belt and slapped it gently on my ass before tying it around my ankles. The hot breeze bathed my naked body and I could feel lust beginning to boil in my balls. Pamela took off her top and tied it securely around my wrists. She then proceeded to do a striptease right there on our deck!

Still not speaking, she tongued my cock and fondled my balls. I had never been so tied up before and had never felt so excited and helpless in all my life! Soon enough I was shooting come down my wife s throat, which she gulped down greedily as if it were fine wine.

Pam then quickly shed her shorts and panties and sat on my face. I sucked and licked her sweet slit and nibbled on her clitoris as she moaned with joy. The more she moaned, the harder I sucked. Pam let out a scream of ecstasy when she came that caused our next door neighbor to turn on his porch light! She then slid down my body and rested next to me on the deck until the light went off. In the quiet of the night she untied me and we went inside to talk about this delightful turn in our relationship. Our new house, it seemed, meant new experiences, and a new Pamela willing to take control of our sex life. What an extremely fortunate guy I am.

Mr. Dale V., Pensacola, Florida