We d been at the strip club for a while, and my roll of singles had started to dwindle. I d been sticking them into the bras and panties of all the big breasted babes who danced my way, loving how the crisp green bills looked against their pale skin. My cock had gotten hard from just watching them, but they didn t have my full attention most of that belonged to my wife, Caitlin.

Though not quite as naked as the other girls, she still looked oh so sexy as she undulated to the music, holding her own with the professionals. I couldn t take my eyes off of her and neither could some of the other male patrons of the club. As far as she was concerned, however, I may as well not have been there, and we may have not been married. Her full attention was focused on the man standing beside her, and I was waiting for her to make her move.

I refused another lap dance from a stripper as Caitlin leaned toward the tall, dark haired stranger and said something into his ear. Though I couldn t make it out, I was familiar with the script, which would include the words: fuck, husband and watch. He nodded at her, they turned to me, and Brent and I were introduced.

My dick stayed hard for the entire ride back to our house, Brent following close behind us in his own car. I kept checking the rearview mirror, expecting him to turn down some side street at the very last minute, but he was still with us when we pulled into the driveway. I was raring to go, and I could tell that Caitlin was, too: She licked her lips repeatedly, until they were entirely devoid of gloss, and her nipples poked sharply at her thin camisole. My erection throbbed as I looked lustfully at my wife and thought, not for the first time during our six year marriage, that the guy we d just met had no idea how lucky he was about to get.

Once we were inside, she didn t waste any time. Although I went to grab a beer, she took Brent right into the bedroom with her. By the time I joined them, they were already making out, and he had a hand on each of her asscheeks, squeezing them through her skirt, while she did the same to his dick through his pants. Since the night was quiet, I could hear the wet sucking noises of their tongues slipping in and out of each other s mouth. Their kiss was so intense that they didn t even notice me when I took my seat in the corner.

I watched the show unfold and slowly sipped my beer, which helped me temper my arousal. When they started stripping, I ignored the insistent throbbing of my balls to concentrate on them. Caitlin unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his well defined pecs, while he pulled her top off over her head, dislodging her ponytail. Her long, blonde locks fell over her bared shoulders and then, when her bra was also shed, they fell over her bare tits, too. I stroked my erection through my pants as our new friend lowered his face to one of my wife s succulent nipples and swiped his tongue around it until her head tipped back and breathy sighs escaped her parted lips.

She scrabbled at his zipper blindly, desperate to get it undone. I gripped myself harder when she drew it down and pushed Brent s pants past his hips. They fell to his ankles, and since he wasn t wearing underwear a nice surprise for my wife his erection sprang right up. His lips stayed busy at her breast as he kicked his pants away and made quick work of Caitlin s skirt, discovering that she wasn t wearing underwear either.

Brent cupped her mound with one hand, catching the juices that always flowed at the drop of a hat. I knew he d worked a finger into her when she gasped suddenly and her body went rigid, and while he stroked in and out of her tight pussy, she tugged on his rod. Then, as I held my breath, she reached down to tickle his pendulous sac.

My own testicles drew up against my pelvis. Then, when the couple fell to the bed together, I could no longer contain my excitement. Pulling out my erection, I stroked my fingers over it idly as my wife got onto her back, her legs high in the air, which gave me a quick glimpse of her swollen labia. Then my view was blocked when Brent mounted her, his cock seeking its target. I watched it poke amongst her folds until it eventually located her gaping hole. As his head pierced her slick pussy, she wrapped her legs around his trim waist, hooked her ankles behind the small of his back and pulled him into her.

I could practically feel the warmth of her canal closing in around me as he sank in deep, all the way to his balls. He mashed her breasts flat with his body, but I was given another glimpse of her heaving chest when he pulled his length from her clutches. They groaned in unison as he quickly plunged back in in my mind, I could picture the tip of his long, slender prick bumping up against her core. He stroked between her pussy lips with a smooth, steady rhythm as she clung to him as if for dear life, her heels digging into his asscheeks and her fingernails scratching his back. She panted as loudly as I did as I started jerking myself off even harder.

It looked like the lovers were going to reach the finish line in record time, and I endeavored to time my climax so that it coincided with theirs. Caitlin was trembling and begging Brent to fuck her even harder, and it became a struggle to pace myself because there s nothing hotter than my wife when she gets that vocal. What I didn t know, however, was how hot it would be when Brent talked back.

I stopped masturbating for a moment, totally enthralled with this new development. Yanking his cock out of her pussy, he held it a few inches away, taunting her with it. Yeah, you want this? he demanded, and she nodded at him, her eyes wide and glassy. As abruptly as he d pulled out, he flipped her over, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, so that her beautiful ass was high in the air. Also kneeling, he rose slightly and regarded her from behind, as taken with those creamy white cheeks as I still am whenever I see them. He gave one firm cheek a playful swat, and she gasped loudly, but not as loudly as she did when he lined up his cockhead with her dewy labia and speared her once again.

Leaning in for a better view, I watched closely as Brent impaled my wife on his prodigious length. His thumbs pressed into her asscheeks as he resumed pumping in and out, and I mirrored his rhythm with my fist. I didn t think that he was going to last much longer, especially when it became clear that Caitlin was getting close to her orgasm. Her breasts bounced beneath her as she shivered and shook with delight, and her partner bucked his hips and repeatedly drove his rod deep into her steaming center. When her movements became so erratic that she couldn t support herself anymore, she fell flat onto the mattress with a keening wail.

Brent moved with her, his asscheeks flexing and relaxing as he never missed a beat with his thrusting cock. Whenever he pulled out, I could see that it was slick with her juices, and my balls swelled and throbbed at the sight. I was ready to see him let go and hopefully give the performance of his life, whereas Caitlin was already coming and enjoying every hot, sweaty minute of it.

Her partner grunted loudly as he continued his endeavors on top of her, his ingress made easy because she was so soaking wet. I had to hurry to catch up to them, clutching my shaft more tightly, my fist a virtual blur as I jerked off as hard as I could. Never taking my eyes off of the entwined couple, I stroked my dick and drew circles over my crown with my thumb, ready to trigger my release at a moment s notice. When that moment finally arrived, Brent reared up and then slammed forward, letting out a mighty roar.

As he scorched my wife s insides with his semen, she hissed a satisfied, Yes! I d managed to time myself perfectly and shot my own load all over my fingers and a little onto the floor as his lava poured into Caitlin, triggering another small orgasm for her as well. He remained buried in her pussy until his balls were totally depleted, and perhaps even a moment beyond that, enjoying the warm caress of her palpitating canal. When he pulled out, I saw a little of his semen seep from her hole to drip down the cleavage of her fine ass.

The evening had been a success. After we d gotten dressed, Caitlin and I thanked Brent for coming home with us, though he said that the pleasure had been his. I had no doubt that this was true from what I d seen. However, he never knew how much pleasure we d received because of him. Even now, we muse over the memory of his visit and fuck long into the night, reliving the fantasy.

Mr. Charles F., Shreveport, Louisiana

I ve been happily married for more than twenty years. My wife is about five feet seven inches tall, and she weighs about 135 pounds. Bridget s 34C breasts have always been my obsession, but her legs are also great. They re long and beautifully shaped. Bridget enjoys dressing sexy she keeps her pussy shaved and always wears a garter belt and stockings never pantyhose.

Being a horny guy and having a wife who loves to wear sexy clothes has led me to buy countless bits of lingerie over the years. The items have ranged from elegant silk to trashy frills and from tiny wisps of fabric to heavy leather. Most of the more extreme styles have been worn only in the privacy of our home, but a few have found their way under my wife s classy clothes to some of the best restaurants and theaters in the country.

I ve bought several corsets for Bridget. I m referring to true lace up, boned corsets, not the mass market imitation items made of stretchy Lycra. Without exception, the corsets have been cumbersome to put on and take off, and none lived up to my expectations. Rather than slim the body, they seemed to be so thick as to add an extra inch. Nonetheless, for some reason I keep buying new ones. I know my fascination is focused on her bust I m looking for the perfect garment that will display Bridget s breasts as blatantly as possible. I ll admit that I m also intrigued by the bondage aspect of corsets.

My most recent corset purchase arrived last week. It s an over the bust style in black satin. The Internet catalog had described it as having light boning and creating the ultimate cleavage. I was attracted to the light boning in the hope that Bridget might find the corset more comfortable than most, which in turn might result in her wearing it more often. But the claim about the cleavage made the sale for me.

When I unwrapped the corset, the boning seemed just as heavy as any other. I was also disappointed to find that the back lacing was the only means of dressing and undressing there was no front opening. My fantasies of Bridget wearing the corset on social occasions evaporated until it occurred to me that the smooth front of the corset might fit better under clothing there was still hope that the corset might be more than novelty wear. In fact, I started to fantasize about how sexy it would be to lace up my wife s corset as we got ready to go to a fancy restaurant. I didn t think it would actually happen, but the thought gave me a hard on.

Last Saturday we planned a nice dinner at home, and Bridget agreed to wear the new corset. We prepped most of the dinner in advance. While I set the table and put on some mood music, Bridget disappeared to shower. A little later she called me in to assist with the corset.

With Bridget holding the garment in place, I had to lace it up from scratch. Usually a corset can be loosely laced in advance, but due to this one s design it could only be laced after it was in place on her body. Having experience with corset laces, I knew that this meant starting one pair of laces at the top and another at the bottom. As I threaded the laces down my wife s back, I got turned on by the extra sense of control that the full lacing process seemed to reflect. I wasn t just tightening fastenings I was binding my wife into the garment. I was in charge, and Bridget was going to wear this corset until I chose to set her free. Similarly, if I made the laces too tight, they d stay that way until I loosened them. There was definitely an element of bondage to what I was doing, and it made my cock hard.

After all of the laces were threaded, I pulled them to an overall snugness, and Bridget adjusted the corset to what felt right around her breasts. I then started tightening the laces from the top and then from the bottom. I asked Bridget several times if it was too tight, and she assured me she was okay. When I was done tying off the laces, Bridget said, It could be tighter, you know. Since we re staying at home, you could loosen it later if it feels too snug.

The goal is not to have it too tight, I answered. It should be snug enough to hold your breasts high and tight, so you re constantly aware that you re wearing a corset for your husband s pleasure.

I think it s just right on both of those points. How do you like my chest?

Bridget turned around slowly, giving me my first view of her tits. Her cleavage was spectacular. Two luscious mounds invited me to attack but denied me access to Bridget s nipples. I was sure her nipples were barely covered and wondered to myself whether they d gradually slip out. I told Bridget how great she looked and asked if she was okay. She replied that she was surprisingly comfortable.

Bridget shooed me out of the room saying, I don t need any more help dressing. I have to search for the right top I think I have one that you ll like one that won t cover up my breasts too much. I returned to our living room, lit a fire in the fireplace and turned out most of the lights.

In due course Bridget made her entrance. She looked great! The formfitting top she d chosen had a neckline that closely followed the top of the corset, leaving the mounds of her breasts exposed and beautifully displayed. A black leather miniskirt, stockings and stiletto heels completed the outfit. I reached out to her and pulled her to me for a passionate kiss. I loved the firm feel of the corset in my hands. It s impossible to explain, but feeling the tangible evidence of my wife s corset was very erotic.

We enjoyed our dinner by firelight. After dinner we necked on the couch, and I got to enjoy Bridget s breasts and corseted body up close. I told her how sexy she looked and felt, and to my surprise Bridget said, The corset makes me feel sexy, and it s not just having my breasts pushed up. I m turned on by knowing that I m giving you what you want and that you couldn t find anyone anywhere who would excite you more. Bridget teased me even more by noting, This corset fits better than any of the ones you ve bought in the past. While it s very confining, I could actually see myself wearing this out of the house. Perhaps I ll pack it when we go to Las Vegas next month.

That sounded really sexy to me. I stood up and extended my hand in a gesture that made it clear I wanted to go to bed. Bridget happily followed. When we were next to our bed, I hugged Bridget firmly and again told her how great she felt in my arms. She replied by saying, As I said before, the corset makes me feel very sexy and makes me want to please you. With that, she knelt down, removed my pants and started to tease my cock with her fingers and mouth. I loved everything she was doing, but I knew I couldn t last with all of that attention.

That feels great, I told her, but I don t want to come too soon. Stand up and let me explore your sexy body. In a few minutes, I had her outer clothes off and had her positioned on her back on the bed. We hugged and kissed while my hands explored her exposed sexy hips and ass and their contrast to her encased torso. Both areas felt all the more sensual because of the corset. I mentioned this to Bridget and said my only regret about leaving the corset in place was that I couldn t fondle her breasts. Bridget said, Let s see about that. She then reached up and somehow extracted first one and then the other breast from the corset, leaving the garment as a shelf that propped up her tits. I grabbed one breast with my hand as my mouth attacked the other. Bridget s moans strongly suggested that my attention was welcome.

Within a few minutes, my hand was inside Bridget s tiny thong and then two of my fingers were in the warmest, wettest pussy you can imagine. My mouth continued to devour Bridget s hard nipples as I fingered her pussy and teased her clit, and before long Bridget climaxed, her breasts heaving above the top of her corset.

Once she caught her breath, she told me to lie down on my back. Bridget rose over me and settled onto my cock in the cowgirl position. Her corseted body and naked breasts were on display for me as she slowly moved up and down on my cock. When I reached up to fondle her breasts, Bridget pushed my hands away and cupped her breasts in her hands in the way she knows I love. Again, she was showing me that she was my perfect lover. Needless to say, I came much too soon. The sensation of her hot, slick sex hugging my cock and the sight of her gorgeous breasts triggered my release. I groaned loudly as I pumped her full of come.

As my sweaty body lay on the bed recovering, I was already thinking of our favorite restaurant in Las Vegas and imagining what outfit she would wear with her brand new corset.

Mr. Nathan G., Virginia Beach, Virginia

I d been waiting for Jaden for hours. He d texted to say he d be coming over and that I should be waiting for him, but he hadn t been specific about when. I was in no position to ask. When my master told me to do something, I did it.

However, I was getting impatient. My pussy had started tingling when my cell buzzed, making the wait sheer torture. I had a feeling he was testing my patience, and I was anxious for the day when my training would be over. Then he d be proud enough of me to secure a collar around my neck and show me off to his friends. But that wasn t going to happen until I could go a few hours without soaking my panties.

Finally, I heard his key in the lock, so I rushed into the foyer to kneel a few feet from the front door. The ceramic tile was cold beneath my knees, especially since all I wore was a thong and corset. He walked in, and I looked up eagerly but then quickly dropped my head to the floor he seemed angry, though I had no idea why.

I thought I d done everything he d asked, like shaving my pussy and preparing dinner. But I could tell from the look in his eyes and the way he strode right past me to hang up his coat that something was wrong. I started trembling because I d never needed to be punished before and wasn t sure I d like it. Jaden reached down with two fingers and tilted my head to face him. I thought I told you to be waiting, he said brusquely, and I opened my mouth to argue but he cut me off. Don t lie. I can tell by your heaving tits that you ran here.

I couldn t deny it. I d gotten cold and cramped sitting on my haunches, so I d gone into the living room. I hadn t thought he d notice, but I was wrong. I was about to find out how my master dealt with disobedient girls. The tile beneath me grew harder as my heart raced. Finally, Jaden sent me to fetch two scarves.

Yes, sir, I mumbled and then did as I was told. When I handed them to him, he put one aside before twisting the other into a rope. Pulling my arms back, he wrapped the cord firmly around my wrists and knotted it tightly. The position thrust my breasts forward, making them rise from the top of my corset. Eyeing them wolfishly, Jaden reached into my stiffly boned garment to give each pink tip a sharp pinch. They stiffened in response, as did my clit, and the tingling in my pussy got stronger.

He pinched my tender nipples until my whole body was quaking. A few more minutes of my master s wicked manipulations and I definitely would have come, and I was ready. Closing my eyes, I tilted back my head, which, of course, was when he abruptly stopped the nipple play.

I sighed with disappointment. You must practice self control, he declared. Quickly, I shut my mouth, which had gaped open as I panted from my near release. Then he picked up the other scarf, twisted it like the first and tied it around my calves. As he helped me to my knees, he said, Now you ll really learn what it means to wait, and left the room.

I heard the clink of ice cubes in an empty glass. I was sure he d return, scotch in hand, but the minutes ticked by and all I could do was kneel there, uncomplaining. Under different circumstances, I might have begged him to come back and finish what he d started, but I knew he d never do that in fact, I was more nervous about what he would do.

The TV was turned on, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted his cock in my cunt, which, though disappointingly empty, dripped ceaselessly. I ached terribly, my throbbing clit trapped between my closed thighs. I couldn t open them to relieve some of the pressure, or touch myself, since my arms were still bound behind my back. Even though I knew I d brought this on myself, this punishment was testing me.

I had no idea how much time passed, and I soon grew a little sleepy. However, none of those sensations was as strong as my mounting desire. Every minute I was alone, my arousal grew until I was squirming so much that I had to force myself to stop, lest he return unexpectedly.

I collected myself just in time. I swayed slightly as Jaden returned, but he seemed not to notice. He only asked if I thought I d learned my lesson. Yes, Master, I replied, not looking up because I d be face to face with the bulge in the front of his trousers. My mouth watered as I thought about his cock and then I heard a zipper being drawn. I still didn t look, just prayed fervently that he d let me give him a blowjob, and I still had my head bowed when he roughly nudged my face upward.

A second later, his crown was at my lips, smearing pre come across them. I wanted to stick out my tongue to lick off the tangy fluids, but I waited until he said, Open. When I did, he gripped my head tightly and stuffed my mouth with his dick. That huge member weighed heavily on my tongue, and I could feel the vein that ran along the shaft.

With his fingers threaded through my hair, Jaden pulled me forward until his public curls tickled my nose, my chin brushed his velvety sac and his knob hit the back of my throat. Then he released me with a small grunt, and I pulled back to suck hungrily at his lust swollen crown. Grabbing my head again, he forced it forward, and my lips, locked into an O around his girth, tugged at the wrinkled flesh. After holding me at his root for a moment, he resumed guiding my head back and forth over his turgid prick.

I could hardly believe how long this was taking, especially because it was becoming harder to ignore the incessant palpitation between my legs and the constant scraping of my nipples against the front of my unforgiving garment. My breasts were swollen and heavy, and I d find myself close to orgasm whenever I thought about the sensations too long. Hastily, I d refocus my attention on my master and the feelings would subside, leaving me with an intense sense of pride.

Suddenly, his shaft pulsed, warning me that the end was near. I took long, deep breaths through my nostrils to prepare myself for the explosion. Even if I didn t get to come that night, it would have all been worth it for this mouthful of come. His fingers dug into my scalp as he forced my head forward. His hips bucked and his balls pulsated against my chin as a rush of his semen flooded my throat.

I gulped down multiple volleys of his tangy seed. His load was huge, and I complimented myself on being able to handle it. He didn t loosen his grip on my head until his balls were empty, but as soon as his hips ceased jerking, he let go and his dick fell from my lips. A bit of semen came with it, and before it could hit the floor, I stuck out my tongue and drew it in as he tucked his softening member into his pants and zipped up.

He obviously wasn t going to fuck me. That was okay. It had to be if I had learned one thing, it was that his needs superseded mine. Although my brain could comprehend this, my pussy had a harder time coming to terms with the situation. My clit throbbed mercilessly, despairing it would never receive some much needed relief, and as Jaden regarded me, my cunt and nipples ached even worse. I ve learned my lesson! I wanted to cry out, but I was glad I d held my tongue when he helped me to my feet.

Leaving my arms and legs still tightly bound, he wedged a finger between my thighs and pressed it against my clit. Immediately, I began shaking so hard that he had to hold me so I didn t fall over, especially when he began flicking my sensitive button back and forth. Though I was ready to let myself go, I waited for his permission, mindful of what I d been taught. He tested that by teasingly stroking my inner petals until his finger was soaked with my juices. Then he moved lower and played the tip gently around my hole.

Every ounce of my being begged for penetration, but I kept quiet for fear that he d pull away. Finally, my patience was rewarded when he plunged his thick digit into me all the way to the bottom knuckle. Come for me, baby, he murmured into my ear, and my heart skipped a beat before I imploded.

My stomach muscles tightened, my pussy sparked and I let out a loud sob. My body was wracked by orgasmic shudders, and my face felt as hot and wet as the juices pouring over my master s hand. I realized that I was actually crying, so overwhelmed by that moment and everything that had led up to it. Holding me tightly against him, he continued manipulating my cunt with one hand as the other stroked my hair soothingly. Now do you understand? he inquired, and when I nodded, he let go and unbound me. Good, he said, handing me the wrinkled scarves. Now go clean yourself up, because I m starving. And just like that, we were done, although the lesson I d learned would be branded on my brain for eternity.

Ms. Sara K., Minneapolis, Minnesota

When my wife, Heather, said she had a surprise for me for my birthday, I was pretty sure I knew what it was. I d been hinting that I wanted to visit the new strip club in town, and since she s bisexual and loves a good lap dance as much as I do, it seemed a sure thing. However, she insisted on keeping my gift a secret, so I wasn t sure what to expect and certainly was shocked when she finally unveiled her present. After a sumptuous meal featuring all my favorite foods, plus apple pie and vanilla ice cream which she d fed to me bite by bite, she told me to go in the living room, sit in my favorite chair and keep my eyes closed.

I did as she said, but I couldn t help peeking, and when she came to check on me, she noticed. Okay, birthday boy, I m going to have to blindfold you if you can t follow instructions, she said, blindfolding me and plunging me into darkness. This was getting more and more intriguing and sexy. Then I heard the doorbell ring, and once again thought I d figured it out: She d hired a stripper to do a very personal lap dance for me right in my own home. My wife s a real class act, and my dick got hard thinking about a big titted blonde stripper rubbing herself all over me and about Heather s pussy wrapped tightly around my cock.

Well, I got something even better than a stripper! I sat there, trying to resist the urge to stroke my cock, when I sensed someone else enter the room. I thought I heard a whisper, but I wasn t sure, and then someone was kissing me. I m a man, so I was totally horny by then of course I kissed her back, even though I had a feeling the tongue entering my mouth wasn t my wife s. Then the mystery woman stepped closer, parting my legs and pressing herself against me. I smelled an unfamiliar, spicy perfume and felt large breasts against my chest. She broke the kiss, and I sat there, stunned and totally aroused. Then Heather came over and slipped off the blindfold. Happy birthday, baby, she cooed into my ear before taking my lobe between her teeth and licking it. Our special guest was her friend Connie, who I d long flirted with in the relaxed way married people do, assuming it would never go anywhere.

Apparently, I d been wrong, because Connie had her hands up my shirt, running them along my hairy chest. When she reached my nipples and I moaned, Heather laughed. You don t have to be gentle with him there or anywhere, she said, revealing how turned on I get from nipple play. This prompted Connie to scrape her long red fingernails along my nubs, making them even harder. At the same time, she pressed her knee against my crotch. Just as I was getting into the feel of a new woman caressing my body, she stopped. I was about to protest when the two women leaned closer to me and began kissing each other. Hearing my wife s mouth meeting her sexy friend s sent me into overdrive.

Then Heather moved so she was also in front of me, and she tugged Connie down to the floor with her. Both of them were kneeling before me with pretty, glossy lips. I couldn t decide whether I wanted them to keep making out so I could watch or start sucking my cock. Heather made the decision for me as she unzipped my pants. I want to show you something, she said to Connie, almost as if I were a sex toy she was about to demonstrate. Instead of getting a show, I was becoming the show, but I didn t mind performing for two of the hottest women I ve ever met.

I ve also never been prouder of possessing a nine inch cock as when Heather took it out to impress her friend. And you ve been keeping this dick all to yourself? That s so selfish! Connie admonished her as she bent down and licked the slit at the tip. Wasn t it, Andy? she asked before opening her mouth and taking the head of my cock inside.

I guess it was, said Heather. I ll have to make it up to you, she continued before shifting so she could easily lift up the hem of her friend s short skirt, pull down her panties and finger her pussy. I had heard all about Heather s bisexual exploits, but since we d been together, those had just been stories that she d told. I d watched her flirt with women, but if she had ever hooked up with one since we d gotten together, I didn t know about it. Hearing and seeing are two different things, and knowing that my wife was finger banging Connie as she swallowed my dick only added to my pleasure.

This went on for a few minutes, but I pushed Connie aside when she was about to make me come. I want to save that so I can spray both of you with it, I told her. Now, I love a good blowjob, but I felt selfish not returning the favor, knowing there were two juicy pussies awaiting my attention. I stood up and said, It s my birthday, so you two should do what I want. And I think that you both need your pussies licked, and if you dare disobey, you re going to get a spanking! They giggled at my faux stern voice I m not really much of the macho master, but I was eager to taste Connie s fresh cunt and my wife s familiar, beloved juices.

We walked up the stairs, which took awhile because we kept pausing for three way kisses and to cop feels. When we finally got to our bedroom, we pounced on each other, Heather and I unleashing years of long suppressed yearnings. We each took one of Connie s nipples in our mouths and began sucking. She squirmed and then surrendered to this double teaming. It was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye as Heather fastened her teeth around her friend s erect bud. I was seeing a new side of my wife and I liked it.

Okay, girls, now it s time for my pussy dessert, I said. Connie got on her hands and knees, sticking her ass in the air, while Heather lay on her back. I couldn t wait to taste them, and since Connie was our guest, I tongued her first. Having her in that position, with her asscheeks so near, made it a little bit of a challenge, but Heather encouraged me.

Make sure you do a good job, sweetie. I ve been bragging about your skills between the sheets. I hungrily lapped at our friend s pussy, thrilled that I d been the subject of such salacious gossip. Plus, Connie had done such a good job sucking me, I wanted to give her similar pleasure in return. I knew Heather was probably getting plenty hot and bothered herself, so when Connie s cunt felt like it was ready to explode, I moved on to my wife s pussy. I loved mingling the two women s juices, transferring Connie s tangy taste to Heather s gentler flavor.

Because of her position, I could better bury my tongue in her hole, and I know exactly how Heather likes her pussy eaten. I moved upward to suckle her clit while shoving three fingers into her pussy and curling them just so. Her cries soon filled the room, and she had one of the most powerful orgasms I ve ever coaxed out of her. Clearly, being so close to her naked, horny friend was as exciting for her as it was for me. Connie, do you want to taste Heather s pussy? She s delicious, I said as I rose up for air.

I wasn t prepared for Connie to scramble around and shove her head between my wife s legs. I d thought Connie would kiss me and taste Heather s sweetness from my lips, but this was even better. My dick was still rock hard, but I knew how to rectify that. Do you want my cock, too, Connie? I asked as I nudged it against her hole.

Oh yes, she said, lifting her head to speak, only to have it pushed back into place by my wife. So it was that I plunged deep inside Connie s pussy, fucking her while she ate my wife.

But don t come in her, Andy, Heather said. I want some of that, too. When I was about to blow my load, I pulled out and the girls returned to their mutual cocksucking efforts, letting me blast them with my load and then licking the sticky white cream off each other s face. Connie was the coolest birthday present I could ask for, and best of all, I m pretty sure that now we won t be able to keep her away from our bed.

Mr. Andrew O., Bridgewater, Massachusetts

Ellen was bobbing up and down on my shaft as I sat on the bed and watched her go at it. She was a talented fellatrice, probably the best I d ever had, and she knew exactly what to do to make me come.

As she sucked on my cock, her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft, I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Ellen took more and more of me into her mouth, lovingly caressing my cock with her soft lips and wet tongue. It wasn t long before she deep throated my entire length. With a few more strokes of her tongue, I was pushed over the edge, my climax coming fast and hard.

Grunting loudly, I spurted my seed deep into Ellen s throat. She swallowed it hungrily, milking my cock until she had gotten every last drop. Then, standing from her position on the floor at the foot of the bed, she leaned in and kissed me. As her tongue slipped between my lips, giving me a taste of my own salty semen, I flashed back to the first blowjob I had ever received.

I had started my second year of college and had begun dating a girl who lived downstairs from me in the dorm. She was a petite blonde named Melody, and she was by far the hottest girl on campus. At five feet four inches, she was a foot shorter than me. She had a slim figure, too, except for her large, voluptuous breasts. Until I met Melody, I had never seen a girl with such glorious tits at least not a girl who wasn t a porn star. She was incredible, and I knew I was the envy of every other guy at the university.

Unfortunately, Melody, as perfect as she was, did have one flaw: She was waiting until marriage to have sex. At first I thought she was kidding. How could a girl that gorgeous be celibate? It made no sense to me. But sure enough, whenever we would be kissing and fooling around, the minute I went to move things farther along, she would stop me dead in my tracks and remind me that there was no way anything was going to happen.

After a few months of this, I was starting to get frustrated. But Melody was perfect in every other way, and I didn t want to lose her by pushing the matter. I figured she d give in eventually and then everything would be amazing. Besides, she was more than happy to give me handjobs and talk dirty to me when we fooled around.

Six months into our relationship, we were at a party with a bunch of friends and things started to get out of control. It seemed that everyone there was pairing off and going to find somewhere more private to continue having fun without an audience. When Melody suggested we head back to her dorm room, I figured she d had enough of the raucous crowd and wanted to get some peace. But she had other plans.

The minute we stepped over the threshold into her room, she grabbed me by the collar of my polo shirt and began kissing me passionately, shoving me up against the wall and ravaging my mouth. Melody had never been so rough before, and I was taken by surprise. Even though she would occasionally initiate our kisses, it was always me who had to take things to the next level, and always slowly and gently. This harsh, abrupt passion was new for us and I loved it!

After several long minutes with my back pushed against the door, Melody pulled away and looked me in the eyes. You ve been so patient these past few months, she said, and I instantly thought I was going to get lucky. What else could she mean? I want to thank you for understanding why I want to wait, she continued, utterly confusing me. She wanted to thank me for waiting, but she still wanted to wait? What the hell did that mean?

I barely had time to contemplate the sexual riddle before she was on her knees, her hands undoing my belt. I had never gotten a blowjob before my last girlfriend found it unappetizing and refused to go down on me. Handjobs were almost as rare with her. It was full on intercourse or nothing not that I ever complained. But the girls in my favorite porno films always made blowjobs look so sexy that it was my number one fantasy to have a hot, sexy girl sucking on my dick. I just never thought Melody would be the girl to make that dream come true.

She made quick work of my belt, and before I knew it, she had my pants undone and along with my boxers pooled at my ankles, with my belt buckle resting atop the toe of my right sneaker.

Reaching up, she began fondling my semi hard cock. She started by running her hands up and down my shaft, one after the other. Then, she kept one hand pumping my shaft while the other moved down to my balls. Her hands were warm and soft, and as she caressed my balls, I felt my prick growing stiffer. She continued playing with my sac, gently at first and then more roughly, until I thought I was going to come.

Stopping her ministrations, she removed her hands from my cock and let me cool down for a moment. Then, without any hesitation, she leaned in and licked my shaft from head to base, her soft, wet tongue traveling sensually over my aroused flesh. She did this several times, each lick exciting me more than the last.

I had never felt anything so incredible until Melody took me into her mouth. It started with her placing soft, feathery kisses on my cock. After trailing a number of kisses all along the shaft, she focused her attention on the head, kissing it over and over from every possible angle. The teasing was almost unbearable, which Melody clearly sensed, and before I could even open my mouth to ask her to stop, she had sucked the head of my cock between her lips.

As she sucked on the purple crown, her tongue danced over it repeatedly and her hands moved back to my shaft and balls, stroking me. I didn t think it was possible to get any harder, but I did. My dick was like an eight inch steel rod by then, and I was sure I would come before I had a chance to experience all the joys her hot little mouth had to offer.

Melody seemed to sense this, and she immediately took more of my cock between her lips. She had a good six inches in her mouth when she started bobbing up and down on me. She alternated between sucking lightly and then harder, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as she moved. Every few bobs, she would let her teeth lightly graze me, the sensations nearly sending me over the edge every time.

Just when I thought it couldn t possibly get better, Melody took the remaining two inches into her mouth, successfully deep throating my hard cock. What a woman! As soon as she had all of me inside her mouth, she stilled, my ball sac resting on her chin. The feeling was incredible.

After letting me luxuriate in the feeling of being engulfed by her warm, wet mouth, she began moving again. She started with her tongue pressing against my shaft and pushing me to the top of her mouth. Then she started bobbing again, slowly at first and then picking up speed. There was no hope for me then.

Before I knew what was happening, I was climaxing, shooting my load right down Melody s throat. She sucked hungrily on my dick as I came, trying to take every drop of come. When my balls were finally emptied of their load and my cock was spent and softening between her lips, she pulled away, a thin string of come and saliva momentarily linking us.

Licking her lips seductively, Melody said, Yummy! That was delicious! and smiled at me, her eyes shining brightly. I just stared at the girl before me, wondering where the motivation for the blowjob had come from. As if reading my thoughts, Melody said, Oh, silly me, did I not tell you that sucking cock is my favorite pastime?

After that, Melody gave me blowjobs on a regular basis. Our relationship lasted through our junior year of college, and then we parted ways. And while I ve since met plenty of women ready, willing and able to give expert head, I will always remember Melody for being the first to swallow my cock.

Luckily, Ellen is Melody s equal in the field of fellatio. I m thankful to Melody for teaching me how to appreciate such skills, because it was her guidance early on that prepared me for the sex Ellen and I now share.

Mr. Kyle F., St. Petersburg, Florida

I was standing by the bar, chatting with one of my girlfriends, when I noticed Noah staring at my feet. At first I thought he was just looking down, staring off into nothingness, but when Lena and I moved so other people could get drinks, I saw his head turn, following me.

I was wearing new shoes, a pair of bright red peep toe pumps, and I had gotten a pedicure that day, my toenails painted black and contrasting greatly with the brightly colored shoes. I d been excited all day, knowing that I d get to show off my perfect pedicure and stylish shoes that night, and I d hoped people would notice, but I hadn t expected the kind of attention Noah was giving me.

I m obsessed with feet and shoes, too but finding men who feel the same way is hard, especially when you live somewhere where you have to wear closed shoes and boots most of the year. Besides, most men are too busy staring at my face, or worse, my tits, to notice my feet. But Noah seemed different, and I was dying to meet him.

Just then, Lena spotted her boyfriend and walked off to talk to him, leaving an opening for Noah to approach me, which he did. But instead of mentioning my feet right away, he asked about my drink, saying I was the only woman at the party that night who was drinking beer instead of having a cocktail. I laughed and told him that I wasn t much of a fruity, girlie drink person and much preferred stouts and lagers to cosmos. Then we started chatting about the people we knew at the party and all manner of other things. It was a good forty five minutes before he finally mentioned my feet.

You ve been standing here for quite a while. Your feet must be killing you, he said. And those shoes they re beautiful, but they don t look very comfortable.

Finally, I thought, he s getting to the important stuff.

Well, it s getting late, so I ll probably leave soon, I said. Go home, take off my shoes, put up my feet. Of course, I d kill for a good foot rub, but I don t really have anyone around to help me out with that, I continued slyly.

Noah took the bait, like I d hoped he would, and eagerly offered to help me out and give my feet the proper care. I feigned contemplation, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic, and then I accepted nonchalantly. Just because I was eager to get to his place and put my feet in his hands didn t mean he had to know how I really felt.

Excited, he escorted me out of the bar and into his car, which was parked around the corner. Then it was off to his place, speeding the whole way.

When we finally got inside Noah s apartment, he quickly led me over to the couch and sat me down on one of its plush cushions. Then he disappeared into another room, but he was back in a flash, carrying a bottle of lotion and a towel. He seated himself on a small stool in front of me, and before I knew what was happening, he was carefully taking off each of my shoes. I was sitting before him, my bare feet on display and excitement coursing through my body.

Noah started the foot massage as anyone else would, picking up my right foot and kneading the muscles with his talented fingers. But soon he was adding some less conventional moves, kissing the sole of my foot and each of my toes. It was exactly what I needed, and when he started sucking on my big toe, it was like he could read my mind. There s nothing that arouses me more than having someone lick and suck my toes, and when I felt Noah s hot, wet tongue darting between them, getting my skin slick and wet, I knew there was another part of my body that was getting equally wet without Noah s tongue even touching it.

When he dropped my right foot and moved on to my left I was in heaven. His hands kept caressing my aching foot while his mouth danced over my sensitive peds, and I d never felt so relaxed. Each kiss, each lick, everything he was doing was perfect!

A few minutes later, when Noah dropped my foot from his mouth, I was worried that he was done, that he wasn t the foot lover I d taken him for. But when he picked up the bottle of lotion and started rubbing a large dollop between his palms, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

Soon enough, he was massaging the lotion into my feet, making sure not to miss even a millimeter of skin. He went over and over each foot, his fingers wiggling between my toes and tickling my soles in order to make sure not a single bit of skin was neglected. Then, when both my feet were adequately coated in lotion, Noah used the towel to wipe off the excess cream.

By now my pussy was drenched, and the only thing I wanted more than another foot massage from Noah was to fuck him. I wanted to forget about my feet and my desire to have someone attending to them, and I wanted to fuck Noah s brains out. Lucky for me, Noah didn t seem like he was about to object to my silent request, and he happily allowed me to drag him up on the couch with me.

The first thing I did after planting a passionate, steamy kiss on his soft lips, of course was undo the zipper on his slacks. Because as much as I love feet, I was craving a very different part of Noah s anatomy at that particular moment. He helped me in my task, and then pushed his pants and boxers down without me asking in one swift movement. It seemed Noah really did know exactly what I wanted.

When his pants dropped and his cock sprang free, I came face to face with eight inches of rock hard flesh, and I eagerly started jerking him off, loving the way the silky skin felt under my hands. After only a few strokes, I was ready for more, and I was having a hard time deciding what to do next: suck him or fuck him. I paused for a moment of contemplation before my aching pussy made the choice for me, and then I was flipping up my skirt and pushing the crotch of my panties aside so Noah would have no trouble entering me.

With just one look, I told him exactly what I needed from him, and a moment later he was inside me. I was so wet that he slid right in without a problem, and with one thrust he was balls deep in my pussy. Then he started pumping away at my cunt, driving his cock in and out of me passionately.

His balls smacked loudly against my body each time our pelvises crashed together, and I felt myself getting even wetter than I d been when he d started fucking me. Between all the attention he d paid to my feet and the way he was fucking me I was on the verge of a major orgasm in no time. When I finally did come, my climax was explosive and I called out his name.

It was over too soon, and after a hot kiss on the lips, Noah slipped out of me, settled on the far end of the couch and pulled my feet into his lap. Then he started kissing my feet sweetly, thanking me for everything that d happened that evening.

I wasn t done with him yet, though, especially since he gave such good foot rubs, and I ended up spending the rest of the weekend at his place, taking turns as we worshiped each other s feet and fucked like crazy when we needed a break from that. I even managed to find the time to suck his cock, and it was delicious!

Nothing beats Noah s foot worship, though, and I m happy to say that the two of us are still together and still crazy about each other s feet!

Ms. Alexis B., Columbus, Ohio

As I cinched the straps tighter around my thighs, I tried to remember how I d gotten myself into such a position. I d never planned to own a strap on dildo, and certainly never thought I d use one, yet there I was, about to fuck my boyfriend in the ass.

It all started a few weeks ago when, after reading a letter in Variations about a woman using a strap on with her girlfriend, Paul asked me if I d ever consider using one. I didn t think too much about the question and simply told him I d never thought about it before, so I wasn t really sure. I assumed that was the end of the conversation, but I was wrong. Days later, when we were in an adult store looking for a new vibrator for me, we decided to browse through the books and magazines, and Paul came across a book all about the joy of using a strap on. He seemed fascinated by it, and after paying for it and my new toy, it was all he could talk about on the drive home.

That night, while I read over papers for work and started a new mystery novel, Paul read his guide to strap ons. He stayed up long after I d fallen asleep, too, and by the time I awoke in the morning, he d managed to read the entire book, cover to cover.

A week later, after much pestering from my boyfriend, I finally read the book myself, and Paul couldn t have been happier. He practically pounced on me when I said I was done, asking me question after question about what I d read and if I thought it was something I d ever do. After nearly ten minutes of his interrogation, though, I was getting a bit impatient and I finally asked him what was going on.

What s with all the questions? I said. I m starting to think there s more to this than just your usual curiosity.

Well, he said, I wouldn t be against trying something new.

You mean . . . I trailed off, unable to voice my complete thought.

If you bought a harness and dildo, I d let you use it on me, he clarified.

I looked at him, shocked by his confession, and saw a look of pure lust cross his face. He really wanted me to use a strap on with him!

I had to admit that the story in Variations had made me a bit curious, too, and the book had made it sound like a pretty common thing. It probably didn t hurt that it focused mostly on girl/girl scenarios, something that always gets my boyfriend and me turned on in no time. But I wasn t ready to commit to the act yet, so I told Paul I d think about it. That was enough for him, and he practically jumped me, kissing me hotly before sliding up the big t shirt I sleep in and fucking me frantically.

After that, I really did think about it. I tried not to, but thoughts of strap ons consumed me. I started rereading the book, researching the topic online, even dreaming about it. Finally, after several weeks of nonstop daydreaming and almost as much research, I decided it was time to tell Paul that I d made my decision. After work that day, I stopped at my favorite sex shop and bought a dildo and harness with the help of the knowledgeable salesgirl. Then, purchases in hand, I headed home to get ready to surprise Paul.

After showering and letting the hot water soothe me a bit, I did my hair and makeup. Next I went over the instructions one last time before attaching the dildo and slipping on my new harness. It was still a bit loose, so I pulled the waistband tighter until it was snug. Then I slipped the thigh bands through the D rings and pulled, making sure the harness was securely in place.

Walking over to the mirror on the wall, I looked at my profile, which now had a small, protruding cock. It was a slightly ridiculous sight, to say the least, but it was also kind of arousing. I hoped Paul felt the same way.

Just then I heard his Jeep pull into the driveway, so I slipped into my bathrobe, belted it tightly and ran down the stairs to meet my boyfriend. He d barely made it in the door before I was dragging him up the stairs to the bedroom. Sitting him on the edge of the bed, I told him I d gone shopping that afternoon and bought something special for him. That definitely got his attention, and as I unbelted my robe, I could tell he was expecting a sexy new lingerie set. When he saw what I d bought instead, though, his face absolutely lit up.

Is that what I think it is? he asked.

He didn t give me time to answer before jumping up from the bed and pulling me to him, kissing me hard. Clearly, he liked his surprise.

If we re going to do this, I said, we re going to do it right. Then I pushed him to the floor, telling him to suck my cock.

Paul immediately took the slim dildo between his lips and started sucking as I let my robe finally fall from my shoulders. I couldn t believe what Paul and I were doing, but when I looked down and saw him diligently sucking on the dildo, I got really turned on.

Pulling away, I had him stand up again and started to undress him. With a little help, I had Paul naked in no time, and then, a split second later, he was on his hands and knees on the bed, ready to get fucked.

I took out our special anal lube and started slathering it along my cock. Then I started working the lube into Paul s ass, pressing a well greased finger against his asshole and then dipping it inside to get him nice and slick.

He d been into anal play for a while, and he moaned as my finger inched into his butt and swirled around, distributing the lube. After making sure he was properly greased and that the toy was equally prepared I started to nudge the tip of the dildo against his ass, letting him feel how hard it was and giving him a little more time to get used to the idea of being penetrated. Then, when I was sure he wasn t going to back out, I started to ease the dildo into his butt. His sphincter clenched momentarily, halting my movements, but I started massaging his cheeks, and a minute later he was wide open and ready to take the full length.

I pushed in slowly, giving him a chance to acclimate to the sensation and giving myself a moment to get used to the idea of being the one doing the fucking. Once I was all the way in, I started thrusting very carefully, still nervous about doing something wrong. But when Paul started moaning, letting me know that he was actually enjoying it, I relaxed and started really thrusting.

As I picked up speed, I started to have fun, too, and the feeling of power was almost overwhelming. I d never been so in charge before, and I loved it! Pretty soon I was having as good a time as Paul was, bucking my hips back and forth against him, the dildo stroking in and out of his ass with each move I made. It was exhilarating, and I couldn t believe I d almost vetoed his idea.

Then, all too soon, Paul was shouting out as he came, the pleasure from the dildo too much for him. He d come faster than ever and shot a bigger load, too so I knew he d enjoyed it, but I was a bit disappointed that the fucking had ended.

Paul wasn t about to leave things like that, however, and as soon as I pulled out of him, he flipped over and pulled me down on the bed with him. Then he started tugging at the straps holding my harness in place and slipped his hand inside, letting one of his fingers dive into my dripping wet pussy. I was loose already, and he quickly added a second digit, stroking my cunt skillfully. Meanwhile, his thumb rubbed my clit, and the dual sensations aroused me further. Wiggling his fingers inside me, he continued to play with my pussy, and when he added a third finger, his thumb still playing with my button, I went over the edge.

Like Paul, I came faster than I d ever come before, and I knew it was all thanks to our new toy. I still couldn t believe what we d done, or what I d done and he d allowed me to do, but I couldn t deny what a turn on it d been. Fucking Paul with a strap on was the best sex we d had in ages, and it s all thanks to that one letter he read in Variations!

Ms. Janine W., Thornton, Colorado