SAN DIEGO SIZZLES AS LOVING COUPLES GATHER TO CELEBRATE A JOYOUS LIFESTYLE

After attending swinging events with my husband, Bob, for over five years, of course I was looking forward to attending the recent convention in San Diego. I knew it would be fun, but I never dreamed it would allow me to experience one of my longest held fantasies having a private sexual encounter with a very handsome single man and then having him in a dynamite group scene with my husband.

Arriving for our weekend of swinging fun at the San Diego hotel, I grasped Bob s arm tightly in anticipation and he patted my firm ass over my tight spandex pants. After registering and changing clothes in our room, my husband and I immediately headed down to the pool. Bob had told me that I looked very sexy, and I thought so too. My long blonde hair cascaded over my bare shoulders, and my barely there neon pink bikini displayed my firm curves. I was also wearing my favorite pair of come fuck me shoes, with the tall stiletto heels.

We found some available lounge chairs poolside and sat down. After only a few minutes, I saw an old friend threading his way toward us. Tall, muscular and gorgeous, David slowly picked his way through the hundreds of semi nude bodies sunning themselves. His lazy grin started my heart pounding as his eyes locked on mine.

I stood up and walked over to him, my hips swaying seductively. With his hands firmly gripping my ass, he lifted me high in the air and gave me a breathtaking kiss. My blood was racing through my veins and very faintly I could hear the whistles and wolf calls around us. Minutes passed deliciously before David put me down.

Bob walked over and said hello to David, shaking hands with him. Then, just before my husband led Pamela, a gorgeous redhead in a turquoise bikini bottom, over to the pool, he grinned broadly and gave me a big wink. This was our special signal that if I wanted to play, it was just fine with him. I was surprised, for in the seven years that we have been together, neither of us has ever partied by ourselves. However, I knew Bob knew how much I liked David and that he really wanted me to enjoy myself at the convention.

David s arms were still around my waist when he smiled and said, You are just as gorgeous as always. I felt like I was on fire from the sexual electricity being generated between us. He kissed me deeply one more time and then started to leave. Grasping his arm, I grinned and told him to stay put. Slipping back into my black robe, I got my room key out of my bag. Bob was watching and smiling, so I just waved and blew him a kiss before asking David to walk me up to my room.

Once there, we hung out the Do Not Disturb sign and quickly undressed. I lay down on the bed. David spread my legs, knelt between them and began to lick my pussy with his talented tongue. Electric shocks sparked from my pussy until finally I had a shattering orgasm.

Moving up beside me, David held me tenderly until my shudders subsided. Then, very slowly, he drew me into a long deep kiss that tasted of my own pussy. My hands began to roam over his body and found his cock fully erect. I pulled him on top of me and he slipped easily into my wet pussy. Pleasure consumed me and I felt I was going to melt from the heat we were generating. David s strokes were coming faster and faster and we were clutching each other wildly. I locked my arms around his neck and his mouth covered mine as I reached a frenzied climax, my pussy contracting again and again. Then David came, his thick cock pulsing deep inside my pussy.

David stroked my body as we lay quietly in bed. It took a while before we were able to get up and dress. I was glowing as we went back downstairs and walked back through the lobby and out to the pool to join Bob. After we d endured a bit of good natured teasing about our afternoon delight, David kissed me, shook hands with Bob, and assured us both that we would see him later.

Over dinner, Bob suggested that we should invite David back to our room for a threesome later that night. I jumped up with a happy squeal, hugging and kissing my husband, and soon thereafter we found David and agreed on a time for him to come to our room. I couldn t wait.

I had just finished undressing, having touched up my hair and makeup and added a trace of perfume, when David knocked on the door. Dressed in a sheer black robe and my black heels, I waited while Bob answered the door before making my grand entrance. When I swept provocatively into the room, the twin admiration in their eyes made me feel as alluring as a Hollywood sex symbol. I was already so aroused that my head was spinning.

Bob and David slipped out of their clothes, and I was led to the bed. My husband untied my robe and slipped it off my shoulders while David took me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. Sitting down on the bed in front of me, David pulled me to him and slipped my right nipple into his mouth. Bob stood behind me, gently stroking my back with his hands, his hard cock pressed into my buttocks.

After a while, I eased David back onto the bed, bending over him to slip his cock into my mouth. Behind me, my husband began to tantalize my pussy with his voracious mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the velvety length of David s cock, he moaned softly and played with my hair. Bob straightened up and slipped his cock into my soaked pussy. He began gently pumping in time with my strokes on David s cock. As I slowly increased the pace of my sucking, I could sense the pressure building in David s body.

And then he was flooding my mouth with hot, sharp tasting semen. He fell back on the bed and Bob began to thrust faster, holding my waist tight and helping me to stay erect as I began to come. Gasping for air, it was all I could do to stay upright as my husband thrust into me one last time and came.

I lay with my face on David s chest as Bob moved over to rest at the foot of the bed. Soon, though, drawing me into a deep kiss, David began to bring me to a new state of arousal and it wasn t long before I moved over him and mounted his still erect cock. I positioned myself with my back to him so that my heart shaped ass, my best feature, was displayed for his pleasure. The feel of his hard cock inside me as I bounced up and down on it was electrifying. Soon Bob joined us, and I was again thrilled by the feel of one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. The night became a blur of delirious sensation. Never before had I been so teased, tantalized and brought to ecstasy with such proficiency. It was the most delightful night of my life, and as my two wonderful men tucked me dreamily into bed at dawn, I considered myself the luckiest girl in the world.

Ms. Carla B., Taos, New Mexico

MOONLIT PLEASURE IN A HOT TUB

To be perfectly honest, I think we reel in people for group sex with our hot tub. People who ve never dreamed of partying in a multiple kind of scene just feel different when the swirling waters have relaxed them under the moonlight. Take our neighbors, Jack and Patti fresh, eager, perfect for seduction, but I m sure the wildest thing they d ever done before was make love during Letterman. Still, when I brought up our new hot tub, they perked up. When we had them over for Trivial Pursuit, it was all they could talk about. They were really fascinated.

And it was like a whole new Patti, she was acting so flirty. My wife, Grace, noticed it immediately and kept giving me a knowing smile. Still, I almost coughed up my drink when I felt Patti s foot sliding up my leg under the table. She slid it all the way to my crotch and then brought it back down. I looked at her and she whispered, See, I m not so innocent. I think we were all getting a little excited what with all the teasing going on. We played one more game and then I suggested we all go soak in the hot tub. Jack and Patti were delighted but a little shy because they hadn t brought any swimwear. Grace and I said we d go nude if they did.

We took our drinks out onto the deck, where we were lit from the water light. Jack and Patti decided that I had to undress first as it was my idea, so I quickly stripped off my clothes. Jack got undressed next and I watched Grace eye him as he lowered his pants. Next, Grace got undressed. She had magnificent breasts and I knew that seeing them would be a treat for Jack. He just stared as she slowly and seductively undid her blouse and let it fall to the floor, but when she dropped her pants, his eyes almost fell out! It must have been the first time he d seen a shaved pussy. Even Patti was eyeing it. I explained to our guests that we enjoy oral sex a lot and that my wife s pussy feels so much better when it s shaved.

Patti took off her clothes last. She doesn t have breasts like my wife s, but they are very nice nonetheless. They are perfectly round, with the nipples pointing up. Patti then dropped her pants to reveal the most perfect ass I d seen in some time.

We all settled into the tub with our drinks, and I turned on the jets. Both women looked fantastic with the water and air bubbles bouncing over their pink skin. I slid my hand up Patti s leg and over her pussy and said, We re even. Grace and Jack didn t know what I meant, but it was enough to get the ball rolling. I think Jack must have been thinking about all this for a while, because he rather confidently knelt in front of Grace and started sucking on her tits as she lay back and closed her eyes to enjoy it. I did the same to Patti.

I had a hard time believing what was happening, with Jack s wife in my arms while he sucked on mine. Nobody seemed to mind, so I just settled in for a good time. After a few minutes, I looked over at the other couple and saw that Jack had stood up in front of Grace and that she was trying to swallow every inch of him! I watched with amazement, as did Patti, as my wife managed to get most of Jack s cock down her throat before she gagged. Now her mouth was running up and down his cock while he played with her nipples. Suddenly Grace stopped sucking and took Jack s cock between her tits, sliding them up and down over him. Patti was amazed at what Grace could do with her breasts.

I think it was the first time Jack had been tit fucked, and it wasn t long before he shot his load all over Grace s breasts. Seeing another man coming on my wife s tits was a turn on for me, but when he knelt down and held her up out of the water by her ass, burying his tongue inside her shaved pussy, he really got me going. Watching the way Grace turned on Jack really fired up Patti, and she took my cock as far down her throat as it would go. It was almost as if she was making up for lost time as she slid her mouth up and down on my cock.

I don t consider myself real big, but I m proud of how my cock looks hard. And I couldn t believe Patti was taking it all down her throat without choking. I looked over at Grace, and I could tell she was close to coming from Jack s tongue work. She started moaning and twisting and trying to pull away as her sensitivity reached its peak.

I knew, though, that Jack wasn t about to let go of that shaved cunt yet. He grabbed Grace s ass and pulled her tight into his face. Patti even stopped sucking me to watch the performance her husband and my wife were putting on. Jack had Grace s cunt pulled as tight into his face as possible, his tongue darting hungrily in and out of her hole as she twisted, shook and begged him to stop. Finally her whole body went tense as she jerked upward and came all over his face. By now he was hard again, and he straightened his torso and pulled her down on him, driving into her. He pounded Grace ferociously as she bounced back and forth, splashing water over the sides of the tub until they both came. It was a fantastic show.

Now I looked back at Patti, who quickly told me to eat her. She sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide, and I knelt between them and slowly ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips. She must have gotten pretty excited from watching her husband fucking my wife, because it wasn t long before she started to come. I stood up so I could put my cock inside Patti, but she stopped me. She told me to use my tongue and thumb because she had a special treat for my cock afterward.

I knelt back down and buried my tongue in her sweet tasting pussy, thrusting it deep and running it up and down her pussy lips, giving her a little flick at the top. I waited until she was starting to come and then I took my thumb and buried it inside her as my tongue flicked at her clitoris. Patti grabbed my head and pulled it into her, saying, Harder, harder, pump me harder. I pumped my thumb in and out of her as hard as I could. She was ablaze with lust.

I felt her body tremble as she came. When she d calmed down, she pulled me to her, kissed me and then licked all her come off my face. She then bent over the side of the tub and told me to go ahead and fuck her silly. I went to slide my cock into her cunt and she said, No, in my ass.

I couldn t believe it. I don t think her husband or Grace could believe it either as they watched Patti reach around and spread her cheeks for me. I smeared some saliva on her asshole to make it easier to enter and then slowly pushed the head of my cock into her ass. Patti cried out as it went in about two inches, but she looked back at me and said, Fuck it and make me feel it. I didn t know if she was doing this to please me or if Jack was getting this kind of action all the time. All I knew was that this was a fantasy come true.

I pushed my cock into Patti as far as I could, pulled it back out, and drove in again. Each time I drove it in, it felt so tight I was afraid I was going to hurt her, but she didn t tell me to stop so I kept on going. I started pumping hard and fast while I reached around and played with her tits with one hand, pumping her cunt with the other. She started coming again as my thumb drove into her cunt while I drove my cock into her ass. When she screamed that she was coming and fell forward, it was all I could take. I grabbed her ass and pulled it back hard against my thrusting cock, filling her up with hot cream instantly. We both fell back into the tub, exhausted.

That was the first time Grace and I had partied with anybody in the neighborhood, but I guarantee we ll do it again. Grace agrees emphatically.

Mr. Colin Z., Ventura, California

HANDPRINTS SIZZLE ON A BLAZING BOTTOM

Anderson made it pretty clear to me at the outset that he was very interested in spanking me, among other things. In spite of this, or maybe even because of it, I found him irresistible. All evening on our first dinner date, he had me riveted not so much to the content of his words as to the sexy curve of his mouth as he spoke. I was enchanted I was in lust!

When, in a sudden move, he kissed me, it was a long, wet, seething kiss. His lips sealed over mine as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth. My head was spinning. When he finally released me, a roguish glint shone in his eye. He seemed pleased by my obvious state of upheaval.

As he stood towering over my five feet five inches, his presence was regal. Now, young lady, he began, am I to understand that you stood some poor boy up to be here with me tonight? Hm.

Who was this guy? Kreskin?

He stepped closer to me, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. I felt deliciously paralyzed, and his staunch body pressed intently against mine as he continued. I was passing by your desk this morning when I overheard you accepting a date for this evening. And yet, here you are with me. You stood him up, didn t you? And don t lie.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the fiery demon in his eyes had stolen my voice. So, with a hard, guilty swallow, I nodded my confession.

Well, it s too bad he can t be here tonight to witness this. I feel I should have given him the opportunity, you know. I think he might feel vindicated. And with that he grabbed my wrist and led me down a short hallway to his bedroom. My smaller steps held him back as he strode to a chest at the foot of his bed. Then he sat himself down and gave my arm a sharp tug, sending me down hard across his knee.

I was confused, embarrassed. I began to struggle, but Anderson pressed his arm into the small of my back, pinning me against his hulking thighs. I twisted around to see him. He only smiled as he gazed into the two huge full length mirrors on his closet doors.

I ve had my eye on you since the first day you set foot in my office, he finally admitted. You re so prissy, so Gidget. You don t know how often I ve pictured you in this position.

What are you going to do? I asked. I already knew, but for some reason, I wanted to hear him say it.

I m going to spank you. You ve been very bad and you re long overdue.

A subtle chill chased the hem of my skirt as it was slowly gathered up into his hand. The two large mirrors added to the strange sensuality of the scene, and I couldn t help watching myself, and him, as he proceeded. I didn t fight him. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, so erotic. He ran his fingertips over the elastic tops of my stay up stockings, then along the borders of my silky pink panties.

Soon I felt his finger slide under the waistband of my panties, and I watched as he slowly peeled them down. One giant palm skimmed along the curves of my asscheeks, molding exactly to their every dimension and occasionally stretching out to cover them both almost entirely. My own contented purr clashed with his faint and hungry growl as he continued to caress me, to admire me. Your little ass is so perfect, he grumbled, it s so round and tight. It was made to be spanked.

In the next few seconds, a nervousness gripped me. His hand was rising to deliver the first blow, and it was rising high. I braced myself as it fell. Smack! I yelped and arched I drew up my legs. I could feel the heat of his hand sizzling its form into my flesh.

Oh! he chuckled. You have a tender bottom. Good, I like that. Anderson s hand rose again, this swat promising to be even more intense than the last. He took his time, aiming carefully, making each stroke with a deliberate, iron force. I was squirming, kicking and whimpering. But just as I thought I couldn t stand it anymore, the searing heat in my rump began blazing a trail to the pink flesh between my legs. And the swelling erection of my clit urged me to press my legs together and grind my pelvis into his thigh. I could feel the rock solid shaft of his cock against his zipper, begging me to be released. Begging for me.

Suddenly, Anderson stopped spanking me. With a gentle touch, he traced the handprints on my bottom until my breathing calmed down.

Are you okay? he asked kindly. And upon my whimper of affirmation, he stood up and brought me to my feet. I turned, and we both gazed at the reflection of his handiwork.

He growled huskily as his hands covered mine and massaged my throbbing bottom in its beautiful frame of raised and crumpled skirt, stockings and lowered panties. He kissed my face, then my neck, then my shoulder, all the while looking into the mirror, rubbing my rosy rump and asking how it felt. Did it hurt? Sting? Tingle? Was I frightened? Angry? Had it turned me on?

And to all I answered an unequivocal Yes.

Anderson s hands moved more boldly now, slipping deeper into the folds of my flesh, as his mouth began to burn my neck with its seduction. He nudged my panties until they lost their grip on my thighs and fell loosely around my ankles. Then, without another word, he swept me up in his arms and moved me to his bed, leaving my panties behind as a testament to his conquest.

The coolness of the sheets was welcome to my tender flesh as our bodies made their slow descent, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. He stripped us both with ease and drew on the fullness of my lips again and again, until they tingled. A few ragged breaths escaped me as his mouth toured the curves of my body my face, my neck, my breasts, marking a sultry trail to my navel and flooding my senses with a dizzying heat.

And then he was looming over me, his cock throbbing defiantly, raw passion etched on his face. In one smooth, sure stroke, he was inside me, filling me completely and wrenching a cry of pleasure from deep in my throat. He started moving, and I started moaning, relishing the feel of his bold, demanding thrusts. My aching ass squirmed on the sheets beneath him as he pounded into me again and again. Moaning, I came explosively, and then again, and then a third time when he growled and sent his creamy seed spurting into my soaking pussy.

It was but the beginning of a night spent in a sucking and fucking frenzy. A night of lust triggered by a sound spanking, which I knew I would need again in the very near future.

Ms. Lucy U., Salt Lake City, Utah

SOME WIFELY MUSCLE GIVES CHASTENED MATE A BIG ONE OF HIS OWN

When my wife found the telephone bill from my phone sex adventure last month, she probably solved our sexual problems, too coming after me like that with my own belt wrapped around her fist like a coiled serpent.

Julie! I cried out, realizing that I had been a little lax in the romance department.

That s right. Greg s gonna get it, my wife said threateningly. And then she flicked the backs of my thighs with the belt so suddenly that I jumped off the couch. She chased after me and seemed ten times stronger than I remembered as she pushed me down to the ground and began lashing my buttocks with swift, even strokes. By the time Julie wore out, I was exhausted myself. Yet, amazingly, I felt great! I felt reborn!

Julie discovered my hard on. Hell, it was hard to hide. I had never had a bigger one in my life! She grabbed hold of it and squeezed hard. Mine, she said.

All yours, I answered. Quivering with sweet pain, need and excitement, I peeled off her panties and slid that monster into her.

It was like it was our first time. We gasped and groaned as her neglected pussy stretched to contain my most magnificent erection. We were both so close to coming, we were afraid even to blink! Too soon, we were soaring into the stratosphere. It took us forever to come down from that high. When we did, I landed hard.

Your free ride is over, Greg, Julie said.

What do you mean? She wouldn t leave me now, would she? Fresh from our most glorious fuck? I was still stiff inside her. I m sorry about those phone calls, I said meekly.

You idiot. How could you shut me out like that? She shook her head. No more. I should have known it would take muscle to get your attention.

You got it, all right.

Good, because I ve got work for you. Lots of work, and you re going to do it. She didn t have to say or else.

I swallowed hard. Or else what?

I use the belt on you again.

I could see she meant it. My soft, wet woman had steel in her. Would you believe my cock started getting magnificent again?

What kind of work?

Look at this house! You ve turned it into a pigpen during this little depression of yours!

Housework? I don t know a damn thing about housework.

Julie had that gleam in her eye I d seen when she came at me with the belt. You ll learn. Her pussy clamped on my cock. It surged to life, impossible to ignore. I stared into her sweetly determined face, feeling wonder and hope. I started humping. You ll have to show me how.

I will. Her words sounded like her wedding vow.

I kissed her. Dread coupled with excitement drove my cock deeper. I ll probably make mistakes.

Lots of mistakes, she replied.

What happens when I goof?

You get a spanking.

Crazy as it sounds, I was thrilled to my toes. We were fucking like crazy now, looking into each other s eyes, feeling more connected than ever before. Julie looked wanton, so close to coming she could hardly talk. From now on . . . you re going to . . . toe the line.

Thank God! I erupted, spewing semen into my precious wife with the vigor of a stallion.

In the days that followed, as Julie showed me what she wanted me to do, I felt awkward and insecure. She wasn t embarrassed in the least. In fact, she was smiling and happy, patting my butt every time she passed me, making my cock tingle.

Because I was trying so hard to do right and please her, I didn t make as many mistakes as I d feared. She let some little things go by, but then one time I messed up and forgot to sweep under the couch actually swept some beer twisties under it. I don t know what happened! I said. I knew it sounded stupid.

I don t believe you, Greg. Assume the position.

What?

Pull down your pants and bend over that chair.

Cold sweat beaded my upper lip and back as I lowered my jeans and briefs. I bent over the living room chair, feeling like a fool with my ass exposed. My legs and arms trembled. I could feel my wife studying the tender terrain as she drew off her belt. I heard the gentle slap of the belt tapping her palm. My throat was dry as a desert.

I braced so hard for the first crack that it felt like nothing, but Julie found her rhythm and by the tenth blow had her arm into it. The spanking went on and on, wicked slaps that took my breath away. I thought I couldn t take any more.

Three more for good measure, said my wife.

Those three were almost too much. I leaped away from the chair, holding my blazing backside and howling. Julie looked wiped out, sympathetic and enormously pleased by the size of my erection. I felt lightheaded. No wonder all my blood was in my cock! Come here, woman. Kiss it better.

Kiss what? Your ass or this thing? She took hold of my cock as she knelt down and tenderly rubbed the head all over her face. Soft, soft skin. Gentle sniffing under the head and around my hairy balls. Her glorious hot mouth took me in.

Careful, I m close, I warned her.

Julie got up and fumbled her way out of her clothes, then draped herself over the back of the chair where I d taken my corporal punishment.

What s this? Do you want to be spanked?

No. Fuck me this way, she said hotly.

Maneuvering myself into her upside down pussy was easier than I expected. Julie was sopping wet.

My wife gasped. You feel like a tree trunk!

I loved feeling her round backside against my front, but I couldn t come that way. So I hitched her up and got my finger on her clit, which was so swollen it was easy to find. That did it for her. She came, bucking so much that she disconnected us. She flopped onto the floor like a rag doll, her chest heaving, gleaming with sweat.

I fell atop her on the floor. We were eyeball to eyeball, cock in pussy, scratching a soul deep itch. She caressed my backside, making me catch my breath. She snatched her hands away. Good grief, I forgot! Your ass is on fire!

Tell me about it! The fire in my ass ignited my wick till it sizzled inside her. We became a ticking bomb. The pressure to blow up built with each stroke. Julie came apart first, setting off a chain reaction of explosions that rattled my bones. I cried out in ecstasy.

How come it s so good when I spank you? she asked as we clung to each other afterward. I thought the first time could have been a fluke, but this time was better yet! I don t understand why you get so impossibly hard!

I rolled off her and hugged her to my side, and we spent the next hour trying to figure it out. We had theories galore. I asked her how come she wanted it doggy style.

I thought you were getting bored with me.

As long as you can wield that belt, I ll never be bored. Although it might be fun to try some anal sex.

Are you looking for a reward for being good?

I m just looking for a place to put this. I showed her my renewed hard on. With care and lots of lubrication, we found a wonderful place for it a tight, tender, musky smelling hole. It was sensational.

Mr. Greg A., Lawrence, Kansas

A WIFE S RECOLLECTION OF HER FIRST SPANKING BRINGS A GLOW TO HER CHEEKS

I remember the first time my husband, who was then my fianc , spanked me as though it were yesterday. Actually, it was almost three years ago that I first felt the sting of his hard hand on my bare bottom and experienced the kind of raw passion I d only read about in my romance novels.

Jeff and I were in his small bachelor apartment, neither of us saying much. All day I had been restless and argumentative, looking for something I couldn t readily identify, which was out of character for me since I am outgoing and fun loving by nature. In short, I was being a royal pain in the ass.

Looking back on it later, I realized that more than anything, I was bored. My relationship with Jeff was going smoothly, and I truly loved him. I wanted to marry him, there was no doubt of that. He was handsome, charming, easygoing, ever the gentleman and more than capable in the lovemaking department. Deep down, however, I felt that something was missing.

Ours was a loving, caring relationship, but it lacked fire, imagination: the kind of explosive sensuality that always swept my romance novel heroines into a new dimension of feeling. It wasn t that Jeff was incapable of stirring deep feeling within me far from it. He could be decisive when necessary and assertive if he had to be, which I found very appealing, but by nature he was quiet and even tempered, sometimes maddeningly so. There were times when I ached to light a fire under him which, I suppose, is what I was trying to do by acting so contrary that fateful Saturday night.

You really are in one miserable mood, Jeff said at one point.

Nice of you to notice, I shot back, feeling the anger swell within me as he gave a small smile and settled into his favorite chair with a computer magazine. Now, more than ever, I wanted to get his goat, to prod him into doing something totally out of character. What that something was, I wasn t sure. If he d just get angry, shout at me. Anything to stir things up a bit.

Are you horny? Is that it? Jeff asked. If you want to fuck, we ll go in the bedroom and fuck.

If you want to fuck, we ll go in the bedroom and fuck, I said, mimicking him. People fuck in places other than the bedroom, you know. But not you. You re so . . . so damn predictable. Now a real man, if he was hot to fuck, would simply grab his woman and take her on the spot, on the fuckin kitchen table maybe and make her love it. But not you. With you, it s all nice and polite and orderly. I don t think you have an imaginative bone in your body. I went on and on, ranting like a crazy lady and saying things I didn t really mean until I was stopped in mid sentence by the sight of Jeff getting up from his chair and approaching me with a look on his face I d never seen before.

Predictable, huh? he said as I instinctively backed away, bumping into the back of the sofa as he continued to stalk me like a hunter going after prey.

What are you going to do? I asked, suddenly subdued, my voice little more than a whisper. I wondered if I had gone too far. Where was my Jeff? Nice, sweet, reliable old Jeff? In his place was a stranger with fire in his eyes and a look that said he would brook no more nonsense. Now, Jeff, I began, you know I didn t mean what The next word out of my mouth was a screech as my normally reserved, laid back fianc suddenly spun me around and pushed me down over the back of the sofa. I got my first clue as to what was coming when he quickly hoisted my short skirt up my back and placed a hand on my pantied bottom.

Predictable, huh? he said again, rubbing a hand all over my very vulnerable backside.

Jeff, this is ridiculous, I said with grown up annoyance. You re acting crazy.

My fianc said nothing. And then it began a spanking so fierce, so deliciously exciting, so amazingly satisfying, that it would change forever the way we related to each other sexually.

My tiny little bikini style panties offered no protection whatsoever from the force of Jeff s hand, which was now whacking away at my ass with methodical precision. I yelped, squirmed, and yelped some more all to no avail, of course as that damned hand thumped on my bottom as if it were a drum.

I couldn t believe the way my fianc was swatting me with such authority. A puppy dog turned pit bull, he was letting me have it but good, smacking one asscheek and then the other and turning them both, I was sure, a fiery red. They certainly felt like they were on fire!

Amazingly, somewhere in there, with my mind a jumble of disconnected thoughts, and the searing heat in my backside telling me I wouldn t be able to sit comfortably for days, I began to feel something other than anger and remorse and the pain in my rear. I began to feel pleasure, a strange new pleasure signified by the growing warmth and wetness of my pussy. How could that possibly be?

But there was no denying that Jeff s walloping of my behind was arousing me with a kind of desire I had never before experienced. And as I continued to whine and whimper, there came the image of myself draped over the back of the sofa a most embarrassing position for a twenty three year old female to find herself in and that served only to intensify this new, incomprehensible passion building within me. This was bringing to the fore a need to submit that I found deeply exciting.

Jeff, Jeff, take down my pants! I heard myself say the words, unbidden, coming in a rush. I turned my head to look back at my fianc and saw the pure lust etched on his face, his eyes smoldering, his jaw set. Never before had I seen him look so strong, so overwhelmingly masculine.

Yessss . . . he hissed, snatching down my wispy underpants in one swift motion to completely bare my tingling bottom. He drove a hand up between my legs and gasped. God, you re soaking wet, Kay.

Spank me and then fuck me, I pleaded hotly.

The spanking resumed, with Jeff adding more fire to my already blazing behind. I couldn t believe how turned on I was, how there could be so much wicked pleasure in the pain of Jeff s hand striking my rear. Each searing blow seemed to nudge me that much closer to orgasm, and by the time he stopped spanking and moved in behind me, I was crazy with the need to feel him inside my drenched pussy.

He was harder and bigger than ever before, which told me that he was as aroused as I was. In one bold thrust he filled me completely, wrenching a cry of delight from my throat as my slick pussy hugged its welcome guest. Locking his hands onto my hips, Jeff immediately began fucking me like a wild man, drilling deep, plowing the fertile field of my pussy.

I love you, Jeff! I screamed. I love you. And, a moment later, I was coming, begging Jeff to spank me as I came. A smack on my left cheek, one on my right, and I blasted off to never never land. The sound of Jeff growling as he pumped his seed into me filtered into my consciousness as I shuddered through an orgasm so intense, I thought I d pass out.

Even after Jeff had pulled out of me, I stayed where I was, draped over the back of the couch, savoring the heat that emanated from my bottom, too tired to move and not at all sure I wanted to. Finally, with some effort, I pushed myself up off the sofa and turned to find Jeff back in his favorite chair, a weary but happy smile on his face. Predictable, huh? he said. Maybe only some of the time, I said, reaching back to gingerly feel my still smarting buttocks.

Since then, Jeff has spanked me I don t know how many times, and very seldom with provocation. I don t have to act naughty to get the spanking I crave. I don t have to resort to testing Jeff s patience, as I did that first time. All I have to do, really, is simply let my husband find me in the proper position like, say, kneeling naked at the side of our bed, panties banded about my thighs and, perhaps, one of my slippers clutched in my hand. Jeff, smart boy that he is, will take it from there. I love him so much.

Ms. Kaytie Y., Memphis, Tennessee

Business with Pleasure

From the first moment I saw Stacy, I knew I wanted much more from this cool length of woman than her business account. She is tall, dark and mysterious, and her coal black curls obscured her green eyes. With high flawless cheekbones and rich cocoa color, Stacy presents a dazzling portrait of European grace. A former model and the owner of an exclusive, successful boutique, Stacy also impressed me with her professional acumen. It was, however, our compatible attitudes toward sensual adventure in our private lives that nurture our love beyond the intense rush of new romance and marriage, allowing it to become the enduring, solid relationship it is today.

Right from the beginning, Stacy wisely encouraged openness and honesty. Still, I instinctively denied my erotic attraction to a client s new girlfriend when, on our first business trip together as man and wife, Stacy teasingly noted my appreciative appraisals of the younger woman. Automatically, I brightly refuted the charge, though surely my guilt was written on my face. Of course I d been enticed by Linda s petite golden blonde charms, so wantonly and curvaceously displayed in a string bikini.

The day had been an idyllic episode suggested by Ellis, my client. Ellis had taken us on his boat into the smooth Gulf waters of the quaint old south Texas resort town of Corpus Christi. The four of us fell under the spell of the romantic scene and picturesque environment. Long before we d returned to shore, the day of sun, sailing, food and contrasting, bikini clad women had put me into an amorous frenzy. But once we were back at our hotel to change for our dinner date at Ellis s beach house, my plan for a fast fuck with Stacy deteriorated into a defense against her light hearted accusation.

Darling, don t be so defensive, Stacy purred as she laughed in genuine amusement. It s perfectly natural, especially for a man like you, who appreciates beautiful women.

I countered with a righteous declaration that, by marrying her, I had gotten the most beautiful woman of all. Then I held my breath, hoping that my flattery would put an end to the discussion. Instead, Stacy flashed me a patient smile and tenderly embraced me.

Silly, she cooed, kissing me. We re married, not dead. With an arched brow and a grin, she added, Hasn t it occurred to you, Roger, that maybe Ellis turns me on, too?

Does he? I gulped.

When Stacy confided to me that she found Ellis attractive, I felt an eerie relief instead of jealousy. Her frank admission liberated me from my sense of guilt. Suddenly the images I d entertained all day, of my hard cock drilling into Linda s wet pussy, didn t seem like self destructive fantasies that betrayed Stacy and threatened our marriage.

In my bachelor days, my trips to Ellis s beach house had always been highlights. Ellis, a thirty year old self made success story, runs a lucrative company that produces racing bicycles. A tall, lanky, good looking, sandy haired guy with a playboy s dream of a house on a private beach, Ellis prides himself on being a connoisseur of beautiful women, and he has a new lady friend every time I see him.

When Stacy and I arrived for dinner, I was just as excited to see his attraction to my wife as I was by the happy prospect of seeing more of Linda. On the boat earlier, I d been too preoccupied with ogling Linda to notice the extent to which Stacy and Ellis had entertained their own mutual attraction. Besides, I didn t mind the ego boost of a young client like Ellis, self proclaimed expert on feminine beauty, being enthralled by my wife. On the way over from our hotel, Stacy and I had discussed the possibility of something happening, and during our elegant yet informal dinner, my excitement soared as the sexual tension crackled like electricity.

Ellis s eyes feasted on Stacy, and my wife, ever the demure temptress, so enticingly and subtly reciprocated, flirtatiously encouraging the slightly younger man. Meanwhile, my enchantment with Linda, a saucy, petite blonde with pouting lips and a lush body, kept my attention reasonably diverted. By the time we d finished dinner and moved into a spacious den, my cock was rampant in my pants and keenly aware of Linda s every move.

Linda and I sat on a sofa, gazing through the French windows out onto the beach and the Gulf beyond. Ellis, meanwhile, entertained Stacy, ostensibly showing her pieces of Mexican art he d collected. Eventually, the four of us sat in cozy comfort, chatting casually, drinking and getting friendlier by the moment. At one point, Ellis told a particularly risqu story, and Stacy, laughing appreciatively, subtly brushed against him. She glanced at me to gauge my reaction just as Ellis slipped his arm around her waist. Smiling, I touched Linda s knee. Ellis whispered something into Stacy s ear, and as the two of them giggled, I glanced over to see Linda s pretty face. She was smiling at me. Her lips were too inviting to pass up, and as we kissed, Stacy and Ellis began a slow, arm in arm stroll down a hallway.

Linda and I kissed passionately, hungrily, our tongues taking turns delving into each other s mouth. Her warm, sexy little body seemed to glow in my arms as I slowly peeled off her sweater and helped myself to the luscious, full breasts that had so intrigued me all day long. Her huge, pink areolas delighted me, and as I held her breasts gently in my hands, I ducked to kiss and suck her oversized nipples between my lips.

Linda panted softly and began to undress me as we eased ourselves down onto the sofa. Devouring her breasts, I ran my hand over her flat belly and began to unhook her jeans as she pressed against me and took my hard cock in her small hand. In the near distance, I could hear Stacy s sexy giggle and purring sigh, sounds familiar to me as the ones she makes when I delight her with my tongue. But I stopped being aware of Ellis and my wife as I tugged Linda s jeans down over her wriggling hips. I then removed her skimpy bikini panties and kissed my way down toward her fleecy, honey hued nest. I reached her navel and was mildly surprised when she tugged at me, indicating that I should move back up. As I did so, Linda pushed me into a sitting position, then moved off the sofa to kneel down and remove my shoes and socks. She then pulled off my pants, one leg at a time. Hastily she removed my briefs and settled between my knees, using her exciting, full lips to nibble along the insides of my thighs.

I groaned as her lips approached my balls and twitching cock. Her mane of blonde hair grazed my erection as she tongued my balls with generous, wet licks before moving up and sucking my engorged cockhead into her mouth. I fell back against the sofa cushions and let out a sigh as the pleasure enveloped me. Lazily, I tangled my fingers in her silky mane and felt my cock leap and throb against her stroking tongue and sucking mouth. Within seconds I was squirming and struggled to stave off orgasm.

I reached down to fondle Linda s large breasts as she engulfed my bloated, throbbing erection. And in that second, I bucked and emitted a low, raspy cry of ecstasy. Her dainty fingers moved to my balls as my come shot into her sucking mouth. Her lips clutched my shaft and she sighed as she swallowed my seed. When at last she d drained me and lifted her mouth off my cock, she looked up at me, flashing me a proud smile. Silently she straightened and, taking my hands, held them firmly as I pushed myself up off the sofa and stood in front of her.

That was nice, she whispered before I could apologize for coming so quickly.

Linda led me outside to the redwood deck overlooking the beach and surf. The night breeze caressed our naked bodies and made her long blonde hair gently whip about her face.

In the moonlight, her curvaceous body seemed to shimmer with an effervescent glow. Within seconds, the grand view across the endless water soon lost out to the mesmerizing sight of her. My hands followed my eyes over her magnificent full breasts and her stiff, oversized nipples, down her silky flanks, across her taut, flat belly and her subtle mound and on into her downy pubic curls.

Linda s hands came to rest on my hips as I drew her to me and kissed the lips that had so recently pleasured me. As my tongue gently probed her mouth, I traced her ripe slit with my fingertips, caressing her wetness while delicately parting her labia. I stroked her slippery pulp, and she moaned softly when I tweaked her clitoris. She shuddered and swayed against me, her little hands suddenly clutching my buttocks with a fierceness that seemed to complete the resurgence of my cock.

As we stood together on the deck, bathed in the moonlight, Linda clung to me. My gentle hold on her caused her to gasp. My fingertips released her clit, and I slipped a finger shyly inside her vagina while ducking my head to suck a nipple into my mouth. Her pussy was tight and hot, flexing against my invading finger while my cock throbbed mightily against her thigh. She trembled and groaned as she wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me hard against her breasts while her hips humped and she fucked my probing finger. Finally I had to fuck her. I started to lead her back inside to the comfortable couch, but she stopped me.

Here, she murmured, her tone as soft as the gentle breeze coming off the water. She turned her back on me, leaned forward to grab the deck railing and presented her round, firm ass to me. I like it this way.

Another wave of excitement rushed over me as I stood behind her and cupped her asscheeks in my hands. My cock was pulsing, jutting between her legs, when I leaned over her to kiss her neck and back and shoulders. But Linda was impatient. She reached back and took my hard cock in her small hand to guide me into her. As I slid my cock into her from behind, she groaned and wiggled her hips. She leaned lower and pushed her ass back against me until my penis was fully embedded in her pussy.

I slid my hands under her and fondled her breasts as we began to fuck. Linda started crying out and pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts as we quickly found a rhythm. Her body trembled. Her hips kept rolling in tight, fast, jerky little circles as she moved herself back against my cock, taking the full measure of me with every stroke. Her cries became shrill shrieks of pleasure as I held on tightly to her breasts and fucked her hard.

Her orgasm jarred us both and she wailed in ecstasy. My own climax came seconds later, and I bellowed my joy as my cock kept sliding into her.

Gradually we recovered, and I slowly eased out of her. Linda straightened and turned to face me with a bright smile. We kissed, then slowly headed back inside. I didn t even notice Stacy and Ellis, both naked and embracing on the sofa, until Linda and I had crossed into the den.

My wife smiled up at me as she stroked Ellis s cock and he sucked her breasts. Transfixed, I watched for several minutes as the action between my wife and Ellis heated up. Then Linda s gentle hand tugged me down onto the floor to join her.

I began to fondle Linda s breasts as she started playing with my cock. But the scene on the couch entranced both of us as my wife swung her leg over Ellis s thighs and straddled him. Ellis sat upright on the sofa, cupped Stacy s buttocks and feasted on her breasts as she lowered herself onto his cock.

Incredibly, even after two orgasms, I began to get another erection, and I m still not sure how much it had to do with Linda s delightful fondling and how much with the erotic spectacle of my wife bouncing gingerly up and down on Ellis s cock. Their fucking soon became frenzied, with their squeals of pleasure matching the intensity of their movements. With Stacy balanced on his lap, Ellis continued to devour my wife s breasts as she rode his erection. All the while, Linda and I slowly rekindled our own passion.

Stacy shrieked as she started to come. Her lean, lithe body writhed in pleasure as her hands gripped Ellis s shoulders and the upward thrusts of his prick into her became faster. When Ellis finally cried out and clutched Stacy to him, shuddering in orgasm, Linda and I were spurred into action.

I stretched the sexy blonde out on the rug, then covered her with my body, my head at her feet. She purred in approval when I placed my face between her thighs and began to kiss her pussy. At the same time, she took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth as I lifted my hips over my head.

We feasted on each other leisurely, stroking our twin passions to a feverish pitch that eventually had us gasping and writhing. Linda s hips rolled and her tan thighs squeezed my head, and soon I felt spasms ripple through her and she climaxed against my probing tongue. Her muffled cries reached my ears just ahead of my own explosion as her mouth drew my semen out of me.

Finally we rolled apart, gasping and sated. When I glanced at the sofa, I saw Stacy and Ellis cuddling cozily, their beaming expressions indicating just how much they d enjoyed the show. With a sigh of satisfaction, Linda stood, then bent down to kiss the top of my head before padding off into the kitchen. She returned with beers for all of us, then joined me in a chair facing the sofa. She sat in my lap and draped her arm across my shoulders, presenting me with easy access to her luscious breasts.

The four of us chatted, totally at ease and friendly, our shared intimacy having freed us of all inhibition. Ellis insisted that we stay the night, and all the convincing I needed was Linda s whispered suggestion that she and I retire to the guest bedroom. When Stacy and I exchanged good night smiles, Ellis s cock was again surging in my wife s hand.

Later, as I pushed Linda s knees to her chest and entered her, I heard sounds of passion coming from the next room. My excitement soared as I imaged the wild fucking Stacy was getting from Ellis at the very moment that I was enjoying Linda s petite, curvy body. Unbelievable pleasure made my senses sizzle as Linda moaned beneath me and pushed her hips up to meet the thrusts of my cock.

Then, as my passion began to crest, Linda asked if we could change positions. She rolled onto her side and moved her little round ass toward me. I had to chuckle softly, remembering now her stated preference for rear entry fucking. I was only too happy to oblige, and I aimed my cock at her delectable pussy. Accommodatingly, she lifted a leg and draped it over mine as my bloated cockhead entered her pussy. Slowly, savoring the sensations, I slid into her in one continuous stroke, filling her totally.

Linda sighed as I started to fuck her. I dropped one arm over her hips and explored with my fingertips until I grazed her clitoris. Linda bucked against me, squealing and shuddering, forcing me to pick up the tempo.

When we came, I buried my face in the crook of her neck and squeezed her against me. I continued to cradle her as we remained locked together on our sides, my body molding perfectly to the curvy contours of her backside. She murmured how good it was as we drifted off to sleep, huddled together.

Stacy and I left the next morning after breakfast. Our schedule was tight, and I had other clients in other cities to see. However, our overnight stay at Ellis s beach house was the highlight of that particular business trip. It wasn t matched until the following spring, when Stacy and I spent an enchanting weekend in Paris with her good friend Ren e, a fashion photographer, and Jacques, Ren e s lover. This is the life!

WHEN THE GUY S AWAY THE GIRLS WILL PLAY

I met Gwen soon after I moved to the suburbs. Her boyfriend was a musician and gone for the summer, leaving her alone with nothing to do but lie in the sun. I would come home from work, my feet aching from wearing high heels all day, and she would be lying on the lawn next door, engrossed in a paperback and sweating from the heat.

Her skin was the color of graham crackers and her hair, lightened so much by the sun, was practically white. She would smile at me when I came home, and I started visiting her after work purely for her company at first, and soon afterward, for her. I would lie naked in bed beside her, and she would tell me about her boyfriend.

Theo caught us in bed together last night. Perhaps caught isn t the right word. He found us in bed together. He was paying a surprise visit home. When I asked him if he wanted me to leave, he said no and then began removing his clothes.

Gwen had talked to him about me, but I think he thought we were merely friends until he slid under the covers next to her and, running his hands down her body and up mine, realized that we were both naked. As Theo and I snuggled up to opposite sides of Gwen he to her backside and I to her front he asked Gwen if we always slept together nude. She laughed and kissed me on the lips while moving her hips closer to his. He was speechless as the two of us laughed together. She kissed me again, and Theo mumbled, What s going on here?

I slid my hand down over Gwen s body and onto her ass, brushing Theo s hips and sending a chill through my own body. She had always told me that if we ever got caught, I should make love to Theo to soothe his ego. Lying next to her, he looked like a Greek god come to life. He had long blond hair and a hot bod bronzed from hours in the sun. My head and clitoris pounded with confusion and desire.

Gwen wouldn t stop kissing me, flicking her tongue in my mouth and biting my lips. I moved my body closer to hers and then slid Theo s underwear down to his knees. I kissed Gwen s neck as I slid my hand back up her boyfriend s thigh and allowed my thumb to graze his beautiful cock.

Gwen felt me touch her boyfriend and moved her body away so I could take his cock in my hand. Stroking him, I kissed her neck and then her breasts as she arched her body upward, giving me the opportunity to guide Theo s cock between her thighs. With my hand, I felt him sink into her. Her hands pulled my head to her breasts, and she moaned. Theo s cock became wet and slid through my hands as he moved in and out of Gwen like a knife through butter.

I began kissing my way down Gwen s belly. She opened her legs and brought one of them over Theo s body. I slid my tongue over the straining flesh between her legs. With one of my hands around his balls and the other still holding his slick shaft, I spelled both their names on her clit with my tongue.

I couldn t believe what was happening. What happened after Gwen screamed out her climax was even more unbelievable. Gwen moved off Theo, and we both started enjoying the wonderful taste of her that lingered on his cock. We giggled as our tongues intertwined. Then she told me to go ahead she d be behind me all the way.

So I straddled Theo and slowly lowered myself onto his cock before realizing that I hadn t even kissed him on the lips! I laughed to myself, deciding that it didn t really matter. Gwen, true to her word, straddled Theo behind me. She ran her hands over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my ass. She nibbled on the back of my neck as she grabbed my hips and forced me down onto Theo harder and harder, grinding her own pelvis against my ass and matching my rhythm.

I lost control and an orgasm ripped through my body. Gwen s arms wrapped themselves around my waist, and I felt Theo s back arch as he too climaxed in this beautiful circus of golden flesh, flowing hair and tensed muscle. I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)

PRETTY COLLEGE GRAD LEARNS SOMETHING NEW UNDER THE CARIBBEAN SUN

I have just come back from the best holiday of my life. For my hometown college graduation, I treated myself to an all inclusive vacation at a resort in the Caribbean. I was very nervous at first, as I had never really been anywhere on my own. Also, except for the occasional handjob, I didn t have much experience with sex.

On the first morning, I put on my new bikini and took a walk on the beach. About half an hour later, I thought all my fantasies about exploring sex would come crashing down. Walking up the beach toward me was our town s sports shop manager, Mrs. Brown. I wanted to run and hide, but there was nowhere to go. As she came closer, I saw that she was topless and had only the tiniest of bikini panties on. I held my breath.

Lisa! she called out. How good to see you. You look fantastic.

Hi, Mrs. Brown, I said. I sure didn t expect to see you here.

First of all, she said, you re not at home now. Second, I m only eight years older than you, and I don t like being called Mrs. Brown. So please call me Emily.

After the first few minutes of embarrassment, I was kind of happy to see Emily. She was very friendly to me and we got along well. I confided to her that I d been hoping to not know a soul here, so I could really enjoy myself.

Lisa, she said, I promise that I will never tell anyone anything about what goes on here, so long as you do likewise. I promised, and then she gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Having her naked breasts pressed against mine made me feel warm and kind of tingly.

About mid afternoon, Emily suggested that we go to her room to relax. She said her husband wouldn t be joining her for a few more days and that she had a big place all to herself. Emily showered first, then me. It felt fantastic I cleaned away the oils and sand from my body. I was kind of horny from seeing some great bodies on the beach.

When I walked into the bedroom, I saw Emily naked on the bed. She was on her stomach, and I couldn t help but think how sexy she looked. It s two hours until supper, she said, so why don t we just hang out here and relax?

I had never dreamed of having sex with another woman, but now, staring at Emily s ass on the bed, I couldn t get the image of her pinching my clit between her fingers out of my head. I dropped the towel from around my body and lay down naked on my stomach next to her. For the first few minutes or so, we just lay quietly next to each other, relaxing. I didn t know how to proceed from there, but then Emily slowly brought her hand down to my ass. You ve got such a nice little bottom, she said, stroking me there.

Emily sat up a bit on the bed and began to trace soft circles all over my lower back, my ass and the backs of my thighs. Her lovely light brown nipples were practically in my face, and I couldn t stop staring at them. I suddenly blurted out about all the guys on campus making remarks about her and how they all wished they could take her to bed. With that, we both started laughing, and before we knew it, we were hugging each other with Emily on top of me.

We looked into each other s eyes, and then she very softly kissed me on the lips. I had never been so turned on in my life!

Emily, I ve never done anything like this before, I said.

Relax, Lisa, she said.

Emily then proceeded to caress, kiss and lick my entire body. When she stuck her tongue in my ear while playing with my nipples, I just about fainted. Her fingers slid up and down my pussy lips, and the moment she touched my clit, I just exploded. My back arched and my body pumped up and down uncontrollably. I let out a scream, and Emily covered my mouth with her breasts, which I held on to for dear life.

When I came back down to earth, Emily held me in her arms, kissing me very softly and caressing my neck, back and ass. Finally, when I was able to gather up enough strength, I took the initiative and began to kiss and caress her. She helped me along and I felt so proud when she finally had an orgasm as I sucked gently on her clitoris.

My Caribbean holiday was just spectacular, and that afternoon was the most special sexual event in my life so far. And I haven t even started.

Ms. Lisa Y., Purdue, Indiana

My Amorous Amazon

Membership at the club was something I was looking forward to. After breaking off a five year relationship, I had eaten too many chocolate chip cookies and let myself go a bit. To help ease the strain of the breakup and get back into shape, an exercise regimen at the health club was just what I needed.

I started off by taking aerobics classes and using the weight machines, but what I really enjoyed most was swimming. When I was a girl, I was a competitive swimmer, but that was a decade ago. It felt great to get back in a pool and air it out.

What I didn t expect to happen as a result of joining the health club was that I d fall in love again especially with another woman. But that s exactly what has transpired, and I m still glowing from the loving I got last night. My new lover has an impressive repertoire of tricks and games she plays with her tongue and hands, and I am the lucky recipient. I never believed I could be this deeply under the spell of a woman, but believe me, I am.

I first met Morgan one day at the pool. Confident in my skills as a swimmer, I was doing laps in the fast lane. I wasn t so fast, though, that I could keep ahead of the huge blonde woman who hit me in the leg with her arm.

So sorry, she said. I slowed down and let her pass, and she zoomed by like a great white shark. Up until then I had never been particularly conscious of female beauty I had been exclusively into men and their brawny, hairy chests but this woman s form begged to be considered by any gender. I continued my laps, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out of the water.

I kept my eyes peeled and gave her a good once over as she climbed out of the pool. My, was she awe inspiring. Comparing her to the women around her, I realized that she had to be six feet tall. But she was not skinny. Her arms, legs and back were sculpted sinews. It seemed that every muscle she had from her feet to her neck was a taut band of iron.

Still, this marvelous specimen of physical fitness was quite clearly female. When she turned in my direction, I saw that her breasts were quite large, full and round. Her very pretty face blue eyes, small, upturned nose and pouting lips was framed by long blonde hair, which was wet and plastered to her head. I tried to picture what she would look like in an evening gown and smiled at the image.

It was then that I noticed the woman smiling back. She had caught me staring! I looked away quickly, an acknowledgement of my guilt, and when I looked back, I saw that she was laughing. She gave me a little wave and exited into the locker room. I was embarrassed and didn t want to risk running into her, so I continued to swim for another half hour or so. She was the only thing on my mind. I had never seen a woman so grand, so powerful, so I had to be honest sexy. As I drove home, the image of me and this amazon making love crept into my mind. This was a first, and initially I tried to banish the thought. But I couldn t, and after a while, I began to enjoy it. Once home and in my bed, I found myself fingering my clitoris while picturing this blonde Valkyrie supping from between my spread thighs. I came as if jolted by electricity. I was turned on!

Hoping to see her again, I began to frequent the swimming pool and I began to try to get a sense of her schedule so I could duplicate it. From a little detective work, I deduced that she spent her lunch hour there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I did the same.

So, over the next week or two, I became a familiar face to her. I tried not to be too obvious in my staring, and I was much too shy to approach her. We simply exchanged smiles and mild hellos as we encountered each other.

Finally she took the reins. It was a Friday, and we were in the locker room after a swim. I was planning to get back into my civvies and return to my job, and later that night masturbate once again while picturing this magnificent woman perhaps this time she would fuck me from behind with a strap on dildo. My plans changed when I heard a soft voice say, Care to join me in the sauna?

I turned to face the goddess of my fantasies, who was standing before me, wearing nothing but a towel. Stammering, I blathered about having to get back to work.

Oh, well, she said, looking a little disappointed. Some other time, perhaps. Then she started on her way.

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind before I called after her. On second thought, what the hell. It is Friday afternoon, after all. They can do without me for another hour.

Her face was luminous as she smiled. As I stripped off my suit, I was conscious of her watching me, examining my body. Compared to Morgan, I felt like a runt. I m five feet tall when I stand on tiptoe, and I have dark hair and eyes. I am very curvaceous, though, and I sensed that Morgan s eyes were drinking in my plump breasts and ass.

Once I had a towel securely wrapped around me, I accompanied Morgan to the sauna. We made our introductions, and I learned that she was a recent _migr_ from Australia. I loved listening to her accent. She, too, was a former competitive swimmer which I easily believed and said she was more comfortable in the water than on land.

As we sat in the steam, our bodies glistening with sweat, I told her about my ex boyfriend and our breakup, and that I was pretty lonely lately. She sympathized, saying that part of the reason she had left Australia was to distance herself from a former lover. When she referred to her ex lover as Francesca, I froze. I must have guessed that Morgan was a lesbian, but now I was confronted with it. My heart raced. I wanted to be cool about it, but this was all so new, I was afraid I was going to act like a ninny and ruin a potential friendship.

Morgan didn t let on that she noticed any odd behavior on my part. Instead, since we were along in the sauna, she put one foot up on the bench and drew her knee to her chin. This gave me a bird s eye view of her crimson pussy lips, which were unencumbered by pubic hair.

Morgan laughed gaily when I couldn t hide my expression. No body hair on swimmers, you know. Eliminates drag. You must have done yours when you raced, didn t you?

I told her that when I raced, I didn t have any. We both laughed at that, and I felt much more at ease. Then there came a silent moment when we just looked into each other s eyes and seemed to melt. I knew then that we would make love someday.

Are you busy this weekend? Morgan asked me, breaking the trance.

I had sworn off dating since my ex boyfriend, so my weekend was a blank slate. Not at all, I said.

Join me, then, for dinner tomorrow night. We can take in a film, perhaps, or go to a club.

I agreed eagerly, and as we stood up to go back into the locker room, Morgan gently touched my shoulder. Then she leaned down to kiss me tenderly. I began to quiver. You are very, very cute, she whispered to me. I would love to eat you up.

From then until Saturday night seemed like an eternity. I picked Morgan up and we had a great time, laughing and joking and fending off the advances of bold men. Then we adjourned to her place.

Morgan lit candles and put some smoky jazz vocalist on her stereo. The tension was palpable. I was so nervous and off balance. I assumed that she d be awfully good at this once we got started, but at the same time, I d been fantasizing for so long about touching her that I was beginning to think it was going to be me who made the first move. Sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, we made idle chitchat while I was burning up with desire. Stretching and yawning like a cat, Morgan pulled off her knee length boots, which had three inch heels. When wearing them, she was taller than most men.

Then she placed her stockinged feet in my lap, wiggling her toes. I took one foot in my hands and stroked it. Mmm, that feels wonderful, she purred. Encouraged, I began to run my hands further up her legs, my fingers dancing over calves that were rock hard. My cunt began to throb.

After I had been kneading her thighs for a good while, Morgan stood, a dreamy glint in her eyes, and dropped her skirt. Then she peeled off her hose, and once again I became enraptured by her beautiful bald pussy. Finally she took off her top and bra, and her pendulous breasts swayed as she did a pirouette for me.

Morgan then headed for her bedroom, crooking a finger to indicate that I should follow. I did so like a puppy dog, eager to get my first taste of a woman. She stretched out on her bed, her long legs enabling her feet to hook over the sides of the mattress as she spread herself open for me. In a trance, I removed my clothing, my gaze riveted on her rose like pussy lips, which glistened with dew.

When I was naked, I lowered my face to her and inhaled. What an incredible smell! Shivering like mad, I stuck out my tongue and tentatively applied it to her puffy, naked labia. I was wound so tight with expectation that when she jerked a little as skin touched skin, I did too, surprised at her powerful reaction.

I m not as tough as I look, she told me. Try to be as gentle as you can.

And so, with the care of a surgeon, I used my tongue and fingers to explore this new territory. I parted her thick lips to find a shiny pink opening into which I embedded an adventurous index finger. Morgan writhed and bucked at this penetration, and I boldly added another finger to increase her pleasure. As I began finger fucking her more rapidly, I once again touched my tongue to her clitoris, and she began to bang her head against her pillow.

Oh yes, my sweet baby butch, that s so good! Morgan cried. I was enjoying myself completely, my eyes wide open and curiously examining her pussy. I found it fascinating that mine was a different shape and texture and marveled that they do, after all, come in such variety.

I flicked my tongue like a snake as I continued to saw two fingers in and out of her vagina. Suddenly Morgan s right leg swung over me and wrapped itself around my back. At the same time she grabbed hold of my head and began working her pelvis against me. For a good thirty seconds, the action became frantic as she built toward her orgasm. When it arrived, my face was flooded with tangy sauce, which I enthusiastically lapped up.

For a long while we just lay as we were, Morgan panting, her huge breasts rising and falling, as she recovered from her orgasm. I simply lay between her legs, my head resting against her ample thigh, and studied her twitching pussy. Gently I ran a fingernail along her slit, making her wince with desire too intense to bear. Then this beautiful Goliath sat up and cradled me in her arms. Now I m going to give you a licking you ll never forget, she promised.

Skittish with excitement, I lay back and tried to relax, getting ready for the most erotic experience of my life. Morgan began by nibbling and sucking on my toes, which I thought was a rather novel approach. It was very ticklish stuff, but I fought the urge to make her stop and realized that it was also a terrific turn on. When she had covered every bit of my feet with her tongue, Morgan then kissed her way up my legs. Bypassing my cunt, which was completely drenched with my lust, she rolled me over to kiss and lick my ass. As she parted my cheeks so she could lightly tongue my crack, I cried out, my voice full of desire. It felt as if a million volts of electricity were pouring through my bloodstream. I was on fire!

Turning me face up again, Morgan proceeded to make rhapsodic love to my breasts. I have sensitive nipples, so when she expertly rolled them around in her mouth and bit softly, I saw skyrockets. As she sucked me, her dexterous hands danced lightly all over the flesh of my breasts, my stomach and my thighs, but only cursorily touched my hungry pussy. My hips bucked, as if I were inviting some imaginary invader to penetrate me, to fill me to the brim. I wanted her tongue in the worst way.

Morgan had already brought me to the edge of orgasm. My nipples were as hard as pebbles and goose bumps lined my areolas. I ran my fingers through Morgan s golden tresses, my eyes focused vaguely on the ceiling fixtures, my toes digging into the sheets, amazed at the good bit of fortune I d stumbled onto by taking up swimming again.

Finally Morgan devoted herself to my sex. She ran her fingers through my thick patch of black fuzz. You seem a mite obsessed with my hairless cunny, she said. Would you like to feel the same way?

I would have done anything she suggested at that point. She returned from her bathroom with some small scissors, a razor, a towel, a bowl of water and some shaving cream. Before she began, though, I told her that I had to come first or I would burst into a thousand pieces. Smiling broadly, she lowered her mouth to my trembling pink slit and lapped at me vigorously. It didn t take me long, as I had been on the precipice for about an hour. With her tongue on my clitoris, her fingers shoved up inside me, and her thumb in my asshole, I came, my world turning into a spinning, whirling wonderland of emotions.

After I calmed down, she set about shaving me. I got revved up all over again, and once she had sheared the last of my pubic hair I begged her to eat me.

First we take a bath, she announced, and I followed her into her bathroom. She filled the tub with hot, sudsy water, and we relaxed together, me reclining between her legs with my head against her chest. Her long arms circled my waist, a bar of almond scented soap sliding across my stomach and between my breasts. Morgan kept me on the edge by occasionally snaking a finger into my slick opening. I reciprocated by rubbing my ass against the arch of her cunt.

After our bath we toweled each other dry and Morgan led me by the hand back to her bed. I lay down, instinctively pulling my legs up and apart, brazenly displaying my newly shaven cunt for her approval. Morgan strode like a panther to her dresser across the room. From a drawer she pulled out an apparatus I had dreamed about: a strap on dildo, with an impressive looking phallus a little pinker than she was. I watched her attach it brusquely to herself and when she turned to me, I was rather overwhelmed. Here was this majestic woman, with her long blonde hair, her figure that of an Olympian and this large projectile jutting from between her legs.

Since you seem to like cock so much, I thought I d introduce you to my little friend, she said huskily as the thing shifted rather obscenely in front of her. I was dizzy with anticipation. First, I hope you don t mind if I tie your hands to the bedposts. Producing two scarves from another drawer, Morgan did just that. Then she loomed over me, kissing my shoulders and throat. Supporting her weight on one elbow, she lowered herself on top of me, and the dildo in her fist prodded inside me with jarring ease.

Morgan s cock sank into me as if I were quicksand, and for a moment, she just rested there. Then she began to pump in and out, picking up speed as she went along. Before long she was slamming into me, and I was speechless with ecstasy, able to communicate only with small grunts. From the look on her face, Morgan s apparatus was working charms on her also, for she appeared to be as near an orgasm as I was.

Soon we were rocking the bed with old fashioned fucking. Then, miracle of miracles, we came together, Morgan lifting her head and crying out as I sobbed with the effects of my climax. Morgan then untied me and I clung to her, shaking uncontrollably. After this powerful evening of lovemaking, I felt that I had known her all my life. She just gently stroked my hair and smiled.

Morgan and I are very much in love. Every once in a while, I ll see an attractive man and get that familiar itch, but for now I m not interested. I don t know if I m technically a bisexual, for other women don t interest me only Morgan does. I can t be bothered with labels and categories, though. Not when I have a tall, blonde lover who makes me very happy and very satisfied.

WHEN BEING VERY NAUGHTY CAN BE VERY NICE

Blatant exhibitionism in a woman has never appealed to me. I ve always assumed, rightly or wrongly, that the woman who flaunts her physical charms, who struts her stuff in clothes designed to catch every male eye within shouting distance, is trying to compensate for a lazy libido. Flash without substance, if you know what I mean.

Now Marni, my wife, is a tease, but her style of exhibitionism is subtle, discreet and very effective. Her clothes are rather conventional skirts and blouses, comfortably fitting dresses, sweatshirt and jeans on winter weekends. It s how she moves in her clothes and what she does to them, all in seeming innocence, that makes her exhibitionism so terrifically appealing. Let me give you a few examples:

Last Saturday morning, we made our weekly trek to the neighborhood supermarket. Marni had on a navy blue blouse with the top two buttons undone and a new pair of thin white pants. Nothing here to pique the interest of a voyeur, you say? Well, consider this. When Marni bent over, or just leaned forward, the discerning eye could catch a glimpse of her beautiful breasts ready to spill out of her brassiere. And if you were fortunate enough to be standing behind her, your attention would immediately be drawn to her taut, curvy bottom and the unmistakable line of her panties under those thin pants.

Nothing spectacular, to be sure, but that morning men of all ages followed us around, showing up just by coincidence, of course in the same aisle we were in, pretending to be looking for something while their eyes kept darting to Marni s pert bottom and inviting breasts.

As is always the case when my wife decides to have what she calls innocent fun, I became very aroused. Marni, as is always the case, got wet. So it was with considerable haste that we exited the supermarket, throwing the groceries onto the backseat of the car and then scooting home for some great lovemaking.

With Marni crouched low at my side, her beautiful head bobbing as she sucked hard on my swollen cock, I thought of all the guys in the supermarket who had drooled over her, who in their imaginations had had her doing to them what she was doing to me. And no doubt coming in her sweet mouth, too, which was exactly what I did, much to her delight.

One of my wife s very favorite places for innocent fun is a moderately priced local restaurant with a two tiered dining area. It was during our first visit there several years ago that Marni realized its great potential. We had gotten a table at floor level and were looking around the large room when my wife suddenly grinned. When I asked what was going on, she nodded in the direction of the second tier. When I looked up I realized why a light bulb had gone on in her head. At certain ground level tables, like the one where we sat, it was possible when looking up to see under three or four tables on the second tier and the bottom halves of those seated there.

That night the women seated at those tables had on rather long dresses, so the view was not particularly inspiring. But if a woman were to sit at one of those tables in, say, a very short skirt, and were she to keep her legs open, then the lucky fellows bellow would be treated to a very fine sight indeed. When I looked back at Marni she was almost blushing. You are one very naughty lady, I said, already looking forward to our next visit to the restaurant. Not surprisingly, we went back the following Saturday night, having called ahead to reserve one of those special second tier tables.

Marni was suitably, or should I say unsuitably, attired in a white skirt that ended several inches above the knee. When she sat down, the skirt rose on her thighs. She pulled it up even higher before beginning to peruse the dinner menu. As for me, I was more interested in what was going on below us than in selecting an appetizer. In particular, I kept an eye on the couple seated just below us and slightly to our left, for it was at that table that one was afforded the best view of ours.

The woman was dressed conservatively and, for some reason, didn t seem to have much to say to her companion, a lantern jawed fellow in his early forties. After a while, frustrated in his attempts to engage her in conversation, the man stretched and yawned, leaning back in his chair and looking up. Bingo! The moment I had been waiting for had arrived!

The man s eyes grew wide and his mouth remained open long after he had finished yawning. Obviously he couldn t believe what he was seeing under our table. The woman, looking down and fidgeting with her napkin, had absolutely no idea what was going on.

You have an admirer, I told my wife, who was already checking out the dessert menu. From her seat she was unable to look directly below our table and had to rely on information from me, which I was only too happy to provide.

Only one? Marni asked.

Don t be greedy, hon. This guy is going to have a kink in his neck before the night s over.

Sure enough, all through dinner my wife s admirer kept looking up under our table, fixing his eyes between Marni s spread legs for as long as he thought was safe. I deliberately avoided his gaze, not wanting our eyes to meet. If he thought I knew what he was doing, I knew he d force himself not to look. He spoke only occasionally to his companion and by the time his dessert arrived, he looked thoroughly disoriented. I was willing to bet that he, like me, had a raging hard on ready to bust out of his pants.

Marni kept asking me if the man was still looking and I kept telling her he was. In fact, he ordered not only a second cup of coffee but a third, simply to prolong his stay at the table and the enticing view it afforded him. God, this is making me so fucking hot, my wife breathed hotly. My panties are soaked.

The man and the woman finally got up and walked out, and I could tell he was resisting the urge to take one last look back at the woman who had driven him crazy all through dinner. Marni and I left soon thereafter, hurrying back home to quickly shed our clothes and jump into bed.

God, that was good, my wife said as we stroked and kissed each other passionately.

Next time don t wear panties, I said.

Oh, a naked pussy. Yes, that ll be great.

Moments later, my wife was hungrily sucking on my cock while I feasted on her soaking sex, the innocent fun in the restaurant having worked us both up to fever pitch. Marni came once while sitting on my cock, bouncing on it like a wild woman, and a second time when I did her from behind, her climax occurring seconds before I blasted my cream into her pussy.

We ve been back to that restaurant many times since. Of course, we re not always wildly successful. In fact, there have been times when, to our dismay, no one looked up and saw my wife flashing her pussy under our table. But our successes have outnumbered our failures.

Other places my wife likes to play her little game are a crowded beach, where she ll spend more time than necessary adjusting her swimsuit in full view of gawking males, and our neighborhood park, where a flash of thigh or pantied pussy has distracted more than one Frisbee player.

Not long ago, we discovered a new thrill when we visited our state fair and took a ride on the Ferris wheel. Marni, in a short skirt and without panties, created quite a stir on the ground as the Ferris wheel descended and the wind blew her skirt up. I m sure all the guys craning their necks for a better look thought Marni had no idea she was giving them such a wonderful visual treat.

So you see, my wife is far from a brazen show off, but her approach, wicked in its subtlety, is enough to get me horny in a hurry and keep that delicious edge in our sex life.

Mr. Philip E., Dix Hills, New York