I’ve been married eight years to a wonderful and truly beautiful woman. Mindy is a gorgeous brunette with an incredible body.

For the past year I’ve been buying your magazine and sneaking away with it every chance I get. I really enjoy your letters about husbands who love to watch their wives get fucked by another partner. It drives me crazy to think of Mindy and another man balling. During the long month between issues, I go back and read my favorite letters over and over. A lot of times I’ll even highlight the very best ones, the “classics,” if you will.

Two weeks ago, Mindy called to tell me she was having dinner out with friends, so I broke out an old issue of Variations and found a highlighted section and bobbed my meat to a great climax. Seconds after I came, my beeper went off I was needed at the office right away. I got dressed, left Mindy a note and took off like a bat out of hell.

When I returned home, I found my wife asleep on the bed with my Variations beside her. Later we talked about it, and she said that the highlighted story had really turned her on she’d masturbated and then fallen asleep. I took a wild chance and told Mindy of my fantasy, but she just smiled and said she could never do that. She said that I satisfy her in every way. When we make love, she almost always comes, sometimes twice.

Well, this past Friday was my birthday, an old Army buddy of mine came down for a weekend fishing trip. When we got to the cabin, the rain started and didn’t let up the whole day. I called Mindy and asked her if she would mind bringing us some food. We had planned on cooking our catch, but we hadn’t caught any fish to cook.

Mindy arrived, got out of her wet clothes and cooked a great meal. Later, when she was sitting on my lap, Glenn said she was one of the best looking women he’d ever seen. At this, my dick started to swell in my pants. After a couple of hours, Glenn suggested a game of strip poker. “It’s up to Mindy,” I said. After another drink and some coaxing, she said yes. Before long we were all just about in our birthday suits. That’s when Glenn said that the next hand would be winner take all. “The highest hand spends the night in the bedroom with Mindy, and the loser gets to watch everything.”

Well, at first Mindy didn’t say anything, and then she looked over at me and a big grin spread across her face. She said, “All right.”

I had a strange feeling inside and a raging hard on. I focused on Mindy’s eyes as she gazed at the cocks around her. Glenn won the hand, and as they walked to the back bedroom arm in arm, she winked at me over her shoulder, and I shot a load right there. Before long the moaning was too hard to ignore, so I thought my time had come. I went to the back of the house and found a perfect spot to look in the window and watch all the action.

Mindy was on her hands and knees, with Glenn shoving the largest dick I ever saw into her cunt. She was lashing her head from side to side, and even outside, I could hear her loud moans. “Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Fill me with your cock. I’ve never come so good.” I jerked off two times in rapid succession.

After a while Glenn got on top of Mindy and fucked like I couldn’t believe for almost fifteen minutes without slowing down. Mindy was going crazy. The last scene I watched before I went back inside was Mindy sucking his monster until he shot come all over her face. I slept on the sofa that night. Several times when I woke up, I heard muffled moans from the back bedroom.

The next morning I was in the kitchen sipping coffee when I heard the shower start up and, shortly afterward, the moans I had become used to.

Later Glenn joined me in the kitchen, and I begged for details. After Glenn made sure everything was okay with me, he proceeded to praise the sexual dynamo he’d spent the night with. Mindy came into the kitchen and gave me a smile and a kiss as I handed her a cup of coffee. She’d never looked as beautiful in her whole life as she did at that moment. “Glenn here has been telling me how great you are,” I said. Mindy looked up from her cup and grinned.

Later that night, when we were alone, Mindy told me about her night with Glenn. She said they’d fucked four or five times and that she’d given him two blowjobs. She hesitated, then said that he’d fucked her in the ass that morning in the shower, something she’d never let me do in a million years.

I have to admit to a little jealousy, but the fire her time with Glenn has put in our sex life is incredible. Mindy says she never will cheat on me, but she’s hoping that I have another loser watches weekend real soon.

Mr. O.P., New York

Yes, it’s true. I dream and fantasize about wearing ladies’ clothes. I hunger for it and dread it at the same time. The embarrassment and the exciting thrill come into play at the same moment.

There are times when I promise myself I’ll never do it again, only to find myself applying makeup and putting on panties, nylons, bra, slip, dress and wig to experience once more the exquisite delights of feminine magic.

When I am dressed, my every pore and nerve ending is aware of the silken world surrounding my body. The scent of perfume lingers in the air. The long, flowing hair of my wig cascades over my exposed shoulders. The creamy smooth lipstick accentuates my pouting lips. The sensuous, silky panties surround my manhood. The nylons hug my legs. and the body hugging strapless slip feels electric with every step. The lace edged bra announces pert little breasts. The high heels emphasize my pretty legs and force my panty clad bottom up and out in seductive invitation.

As I admire myself, my manhood swells and rises within its silk prison. The lightest stimulation will set off a torrent of release. I turn to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror. My cock is rock hard. Pre come has begun to drip. I lie down on the bed, my back and head supported by oversize pillows. I can see myself in the mirror as I close my eyes and fantasize about a woman who could enjoy my cross dressing as much as I do.

I envision her feminine body, her beautiful face, her understanding smile as she helps tame me in satin, petticoats me and helps me as well as herself to attain new heights of sexual pleasure. If she were here I would do anything for her. She would be my mistress, my mentor, my conduit to feminine identification. She could dress me or dominate me.

Alas, I know it’s only a dream, yet I can live the dream vicariously through letters written to your fine magazine. I can always hope that just around the corner is the understanding woman who will allow me to truly soar.

To your women readers I can only say, don’t dismiss us lightly. We are male to the core. We are gentle, understanding, intelligent and loving. The man you all say you want is available he will love you, care for you and fill your life with pleasure, and all he wants in return is your love and understanding, and the thrilling chance to wear your favorite dress.

Mr. R.R., Maine

I love to dominate my boyfriend, Artie, and it’s not very hard to do. I don’t have to slap him or paddle him or tie him down and whip his ass. I just whisper what I want and he obeys like a well trained puppy. He’s crazy about me, and we both know it.

Consider last Saturday, when Artie and I went to the beach. I told him to dig himself a hole in the sand and get in it. Then I covered him up so only his head was visible and smoothed the sand all around. He didn’t know what I was up to, but he never questioned me for a moment. “You lucky little slave,” I told him. “You get to spend the next few hours in female paradise.” Then, when no one was looking, I just squatted on top of him, spreading my thighs and fitting his face deep into my crotch. With my muumuu totally covering him, no one could see his humiliation.

Believe me, I kept him busy down there all afternoon, licking and sucking my pussy. And I got even more turned on knowing how my cunt had become his whole world and he was indeed just my little pussy slave. Sometimes, just for fun, I would grab his head or ears through the cotton fabric of the muumuu and shove his face deep into my crotch till I could hear him gasping for air.

Poor Artie was so wobbly when I finally dug him out that he could barely walk back to the car, especially carrying my backrest, towel, cooler, etc. And when he dropped my sandals accidentally in the parking lot, I made him bend over, then pulled down his trunks and paddled him on the bottom timing it so some bikini clad girls were walking by at the time.

“You have to keep boys in line,” I told them. They were wide eyed and went off giggling. Later, I told Artie not to worry, that he’s going to become an expert at sucking my pussy, mainly because I say so. He knows he doesn’t have any choice.

Ms. C.Z., Florida

When the invitation to my class reunion arrived in the mail, I decided that a weekend off from housework and car pooling was desperately needed, so I marked the date on my calendar. It was going to be my first vacation since Ted was born.

I arrived on campus and received the usual packet of information when I signed in name badge, room assignment, map of the campus and a list of my old classmates who would be returning for the reunion weekend. I found my way to my room, the same room I had lived in my junior year, and unpacked, then looked at the list of my reuniting classmates. As I scanned the list, remembering this person vaguely and wondering who that was, I saw his name and stopped short.

I realized that I was blushing, alone in my old dorm room, just from seeing Edward’s name printed on the paper in my hand. The blood rushing to my face made me warm, and the warmth quickly spread through me. I was still lost in my recollections when there was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I hollered, and the door opened slowly. A handsome man stood in the doorway. He was tall, with the same piercing eyes I remembered burning through me years ago it could only be Edward.

“Linda,” he said softly. “How good to see you.”

His voice conveyed the same sense of confidence and self assurance I had known when we were undergraduates. He stepped into my room and opened his arms, and I moved toward him. We embraced quickly, then stepped back and looked each other up and down. At the same instant, we both said, “You haven’t changed a bit!”

We laughed at our simultaneous thought, then realized that we both had had another thought, also at the same instant. Back into his arms I went, this time tilting my head up for him to kiss me. In an instant our mouths were pressed together, his tongue pushing between my lips. My arms held him close, and I could hear my heart pounding and feel the bulge of his swelling cock against my belly. After all this time, the chemistry was still there.

Edward wasted no time taking charge. His strong arms lifted me off the floor, and he moved us both to the bed. He put me down, and when he joined me, I remembered how narrow a dorm room single bed can be. It was the only thought I had time for. Edward’s hands were all over me, racing down my back, along my thighs and up the front of my legs. I thrust my pelvis out so his moving hand would stroke my aroused mound, but he deftly skipped to my waist and slid one hand under my sweater to cup my breast.

My lips nibbled around his ear and down his neck, my tongue tracing the outline of his flesh. I inhaled his scent, recalling the conversation we had once had about how no two people smell exactly alike and how arousing a particular scent can be. Edward’s scent was the same aphrodisiac it had been years ago, and I was already wild with lust for him.

His hands reached behind me and unclasped my bra under my sweater, and I pulled both over my head, exposing my entire torso to his touch. Immediately he dropped his head to my breasts and began tonguing and licking my already erect nipples. While his mouth worked one nipple into complete erection, his fingers played with my other breast, kneading the flesh and pinching the pink nipple, sending flashes of erotic electricity from one to the other. He went from one breast to the other, and the cool air on the moist nipple which had just been released from between his lips made it stand up like a perfect pink pencil eraser.

Edward’s mouth felt wonderful on my breasts, and I raked his back with my fingernails to urge him on. He increased the pressure of his teeth slightly, and I remembered how he used to push me along the edge of physical sensation to the border where pleasure and pain come together.

A deep rumble of a groan escaped from his throat, and I knew he was being transported to the same plane of pleasure I was on. His face remained buried between my breasts, and he licked up the side of one and then across and under the other. His caresses had made my skin totally sensitized to his touch, and when he reached down to undo the snap of my jeans, I almost came.

Before he could finish unzipping my tight jeans, I lifted my hips off the bed and pushed them and my now soaking panties down my legs. Edward worked the garments around and off my feet and ran his hands back up the insides of my calves and thighs. When his hands reached my vulva, his fingers slowly spread my hidden lips apart. I felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner on my dripping pussy, making my exposed clit tingle.

He looked at my cunt for a few embarrassingly long seconds, then lowered his head. Before his lips touched mine, he looked up at me, reminding me of how much he had always enjoyed eating my pussy. “It’s missed you,” I cooed.

His hands spread my labia, and I felt a droplet of my moisture trickle down my thigh. My exposed clitoris was throbbing in anticipation, waiting for the touch of his tongue. Up one side, around my clit and down the other, his tongue moved, at a snail’s pace. I arched my back, trying to rub my hungry button against him, but he would not be rushed. I lay back on the bed, my hair fanning out across the pillow, resigned to enduring the kind of torture any woman would beg for. Edward had not wasted the years since we were in school, and his mouth was showing off the “graduate” courses in cunnilingus he had taken. My lucky pussy was the beneficiary of his efforts.

Finally his lips closed around my totally distended clit, and he sucked it gently. With a delicate touch he cajoled my clit out of its tiny sheath, exposing my most sensitive nerve endings to his incredible oral caresses. It was almost more than I could bear.

A few minutes of his expert ministrations brought me to the brink of orgasm. Sensing my arousal, Edward now used his tongue to explore the deepest parts of my love canal. His talented tongue reached as far into me as possible. withdrawing slowly and stroking the length of my sex, from just above my asshole to my erect clit.

Back and forth his tongue slid, drawing me inexorably to the highest level of arousal. When I could stand it no longer. I squeezed his head between my legs, and paroxysms of orgasmic delight coursed through me. As each wave of pleasure broke over me. the muscles in my legs contracted more tightly, imprisoning my lover’s head between my thighs and holding his marvelous mouth against my convulsing cunt. Finally, exhausted from this erotic exertion, I collapsed back on my pillow, gently pushing Edward’s face down and away from my supercharged slit.

His feasting on my sex was only the first course. Before I could fully recover my composure, he had climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his large shoulders and hugged him, feeling the life of his erection throbbing between my moist thighs. We kissed again, our tongues intertwining to communicate the lust we had rediscovered.

With our mouths still together, I felt the tip of his full sized manhood probing, and with one strong thrust he entered me, filling me totally. We both moaned as we continued to kiss, overcome by the sheer pleasure of our coupling.

Ever so slowly, again maintaining total control, Edward began fucking with long, delicious strokes. I clasped my ankles together behind his back, using my legs to draw his precious prick deeper into me. With each purposeful thrust I felt the tip jammed in deep, setting off wonderful waves of incredible pleasure.

The life force pulsing between us was too strong to be contained. My fingernails roamed up and down his back while his hands cupped my asscheeks so he could penetrate me to the core. When I slipped one finger into his asshole, he accelerated the pace of our fucking, passion building within him.

“Oh, Ed,” I breathed into his ear. “Please come in me. Fill me with your thick, hot cream.”

I did not have to wait long. Edward’s grip on my ass tightened and his piston like thrusts intensified. Faster and faster he ploughed into me, my desperate cunt welcoming each bold thrust. Over and over he rammed balls deep into me, his breathing uneven and hoarse.

“Linda,” I heard him moan. “I’m coming. . . I’m coming. . . .” With one last, terrific thrust, his orgasm overcame him. “Oh, Linda,” he cried as the contractions of his pulsing cock continued.

We lay together in the afterglow of our passion. When we finally rolled apart, a stream of juices, his cream combined with my hot honey, oozed from inside me and left a wet trail down my thigh. We were both drenched in sweat and totally spent but completely satisfied. I remembered feeling like this years ago in this very dormitory with this special man.

Edward and I found time to reenact our own personal “reunion” several times, and each time our passion was rekindled, it seemed to grow more intense. Later that afternoon, Edward and I took a last walk together around the campus.

We said little, silently recalling the good times we had had together years before, and smiling to ourselves at how lucky we had been to have the chance to relive some of those adventures during this reunion. We said goodbye again, knowing that the bond we shared would remain alive within us. If we were lucky, we would have another chance to share our special connection again, maybe at our next reunion. I can hardly wait.

Ms. L.F., Idaho

A girlfriend of mine, Ellen, and I were spending the weekend together. We were sitting around watching videotapes when I got a call from another girlfriend, Cindy. Cindy’s live in boyfriend was out of town, and she wanted to come over for a threesome with Ellen and me.

That set me to thinking. I had been wondering what to get Ellen for her upcoming birthday, and now suddenly I had the perfect gift. Ellen is into sex more than any other girl I’ve ever known, so how better to surprise her than with an evening of fucking with our swinging friends? With my cock already stirring in my jeans, I called up my best buddies, Mel and Kirk, and asked them over. Then I gave Christine and Kari a call, explaining what I had in mind. Like Mel and Kirk, the girls were eager to participate in Ellen’s surprise.

Before our guests arrived, I had Ellen strip naked and put on a silk kimono. I put her in my bedroom and told her I had planned something special for her. She was curious, of course, but I told her not to ask any questions.

Cindy arrived, followed soon after by Mel and Kirk and Christine and Kari. I had them sit in a semicircle in the living room. I had put a fur covered bench in the center of the room. All the lights had been turned off, and candles lit the room.

When everyone had stripped naked, I brought Ellen out of my bedroom blindfolded. I took her kimono off and laid her on the fur covered bench, her pussy toward our guests. Ellen, giggling nervously, asked me what was going on, but as she was already wet, I figured she had a good idea of how the evening would go.

I took charge like a porno film director. First I sent Cindy to caress Ellen’s thighs and suck on her pussy. I told Christine and Kari to suck on Ellen’s breasts and to kiss her. To have three hot and wet mouths sucking on Ellen was a rush for her.

I stood near Ellen’s head, talking her into one intense orgasm after another. My cock swelled as Ellen, moaning with joy and her hips bucking, pulled Cindy’s face hard into her dripping wet pussy. I put my hard cock on Ellen’s lips and she started licking it. Then she turned her head sideways to take my cock in her mouth. She sucked hungrily until I came all over her pretty face. Kari kissed Ellen and both of them licked up my come.

Now I had Kari trade places with Cindy. As she sucked on Ellen’s pussy, I traded places with Christine and sucked on Ellen’s hard nipples. Christine squatted over Ellen’s face. Ellen’s busy tongue soon had Christine moaning with delight as she pinched her own nipples. Ellen had to stop occasionally when her own pleasure became so intense that she had to cry out. It was a sight to see Christine cream all over my girlfriend’s face.

Now I told all the girls but Kari to sit down. I then had Mel come forward to fuck Ellen’s dripping wet pussy. Mel held Ellen’s legs high in the air as he rammed his hard cock into her tight pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. Ellen begged for more as Kari sucked on her hard nipples. When Mel was ready to come, he rammed his cock deep into Ellen’s pussy and shot his load. As he did, Ellen arched her back and screamed out yet another orgasm. When Mel pulled out his limp cock, I had Kari suck his come out of Ellen’s pussy.

Next I had my girlfriend turn over on her stomach. I then had Kirk approach her from behind. Kirk spread Ellen’s pussy lips open as Christine got under the bench to lick Ellen’s clit. As Kirk fucked her hard and wild, Ellen moaned loudly and her body bucked on the bench. Ellen was in sex heaven. When Kirk was ready to come, he inserted his little finger in Ellen’s ass. This made Ellen cry out, “Yes, yes. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Kirk couldn’t hold it anymore and shot his semen deep into Ellen’s pussy. This time I had Cindy suck the come out. Then, as everyone sat back and watched, I told Ellen that I wanted to fuck her ass.

“Oh yes, baby, please take my ass,” Ellen pleaded. “Keep me coming. Don’t let it stop.”

She reached back with both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass. I greased her asshole with KY jelly and then put some of the lubricant on my hard cock. Carefully, I inserted the head of my cock into Ellen’s tight asshole and then proceeded to work the thick shaft all the way inside her bottom. Soon I was driving my cock into her ass as she screamed out with pleasure, “Yes, babe. Yes. Fuck my tight ass.” I responded with, “Come for me, baby. Come for me.”

It seemed like it would never stop, both of us bumping and grinding into each other. My hard cock throbbed in her ass and she loved it. We climaxed together, the both of us moaning loudly as our guests let out a roar of approval.

I sent Cindy into the bathroom to fill the bathtub with hot water and bubble bath. I saw Christine, Kari, Kirk and Mel to the door and bid them goodbye. All told me that they had really enjoyed themselves and were available for any other sexual adventures.

I picked Ellen up off the bench and carried her to the bathroom. I took off her blindfold, kissed her tenderly and told her how beautiful she was. Ellen was exhausted, but she smiled up at me and said, “Thanks, Bill, I love you!” Ellen and I got into the bathtub. She settled back against me as I put my arms around her, gently squeezing her breasts. Cindy knelt by the tub and began sponging Ellen’s body. It was an affectionate and tender way to end an evening of wild sex.

Mr. B. W., Georgia

Bravo for Variations! I am a new subscriber, and I have fallen in love with your magazine. Nowhere else have I read such erotic accounts of my favorite sexual subject: spanking. Even as I write this, I am relishing the thought of the next time my bottom is bared for a spanking.

My husband and I enjoy a marvelous sex life, and it’s made even more intense and exciting by the occasional spankings he gives me. There is nothing like a sexual spanking. It drives me absolutely wild with desire for my husband and makes my orgasms so intense I almost pass out. It’s the ultimate thrill.

There is a lot of playacting in our spanking sessions, and while I always protest and try to talk my husband out of giving me a spanking, we both know that I want him to turn my bottom redder than red. If I haven’t been the “good little wife,” I know I can expect to be “disciplined” when my husband comes home from work. Naturally, I make a point of doing something “bad” at least once every few weeks, like “forgetting” to pick up his suit at the cleaners or leaving the dirty dishes in the sink all day.

Sam will give me a lecture and then inform me that I need to be punished. It isn’t long before I’m draped over his knees and whimpering in excited anticipation as he pulls my panties down. The sex we have after he’s whacked away at my ass, with either his hand or a hairbrush, is simply incredible. He’s never as hard or more eager to fuck me than he is after spanking me. And I’m never as wet.

Once a month we enjoy a “spanking special.” I am marched downstairs to my husband’s workshop and ordered to drop my panties. Sam then bends me over his workbench, securing my hands and feet to it. My whole body tingles in anticipation, and I am already dripping as he takes down the wooden paddle from the wall. Soon I am crying out with pleasure/ pain, loving and hating the fierce sting of the paddle as it crashes against my vulnerable ass.

I have at least two wonderful orgasms during the paddling and another one when my husband penetrates me from behind. He almost always fucks me in the ass following one of these “spanking specials,” and the feel of his hard cock surging into me back there as he squeezes my reddened cheeks is pure dynamite.

So, ladies, if you’re looking to put some real excitement into your marriage, don’t try so hard to be the perfect little wife. Be naughty sometimes. If your husband is smart, he’ll read into your act exactly what you want him to read into it.

Ms. D.V., California

I was sitting alone at the lounge bar, having a short one before retiring to my hotel room for the evening news. I was talking a little with the bartender and listening, without a whole lot of interest, to the folk songs being delivered by a young lady sitting on a stool in the corner and strumming a bass guitar.

I went to the bathroom, leaving my cigarettes and drink at the bar. Upon my return I saw that a couple had taken two bar stools next to mine. When I sat back down at the bar, I nodded to the lady. She was sitting next to me with her husband on her other side. They were holding hands, and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, as I was in a strange city with no one of my own to play with.

The woman (whose name, I later learned, was Joan) and her husband, Alan, seemed engrossed in one another. I noticed that her very well formed legs were not very well hidden under a short black skirt. A glance at her breasts was enticing. She wore a red silk blouse, and while no cleavage showed, it was evident that her breasts were firm and well rounded. I could see the nipples through the thin material of her blouse and her bra.

The three of us began conversing. At one point, Alan excused himself and went to the men’s room. Joan didn’t shy away from talking to me while he was gone. There was nothing suggestive or permissive in her tone, but there wasn’t any resistance, either. I lit her cigarette, and she steadied my hand with her own. She had a soft touch. A couple of times our legs brushed accidentally. Joan made no quick movement to break the contact.

When Alan returned, he suggested we all move to a table “so we can get Joan out of the middle,” he said. She smiled and he added, “Or maybe she likes it there.”

We moved to a table and ordered another round of drinks. As we continued our conversation, I noticed some eye exchanges between Joan and Alan but didn’t think much of it. After a while, Joan excused herself and went to the rest room. Alan and I watched her rounded hips and well formed thighs as she walked across the room. Then Alan turned to me and said that he and Joan often enjoyed threesomes with another man. He explained that he derived much pleasure from seeing his wife with another man and that he also enjoyed participating in a three way. Taken aback but eager to seize the moment, I told Alan that I would invite him and his wife up to my room for another drink.

When Joan returned to the table, there was a smile on her face. I was sure she knew what her husband and I had been talking about. She accepted without hesitation when I extended my invitation for a nightcap.

Once inside my room, I turned on a small light and sat on the bed. I watched Alan take Joan in his arms and kiss her. Breaking the kiss, Alan turned to me and asked me to open the drapes to let in the city lights. He quickly turned off the room light.

I returned to the side of the bed where they were standing and found Alan unbuttoning his wife’s blouse. He moved around behind Joan and I stepped in front of her, putting my arms around her. I drew her to me. Joan moaned slightly, and I could feel her excitement as our lips met in a warm kiss. I felt her push her breasts into my chest and grind her hips against mine.

I removed my lips from hers and began kissing her chest, at the same time finishing the unbuttoning of her blouse. I quickly unfastened her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts. I cupped them in my hands and took the nipples in my mouth, alternating between sucking them and flicking my tongue over their hardness.

Alan unfastened the back button on his wife’s skirt and unzipped it, whereupon the skirt fell to the floor. Alan then guided Joan onto the bed. Quickly I pulled off her shoes and pantyhose and then got out of my own clothes.

I helped move Joan to the center of the bed and kissed her again. I moved my hands over her breasts and down across her stomach, finally arriving at her lovely bush. I felt Joan’s hand search out my hardness. As she squeezed and stroked me, her husband quickly shed his clothes.

Now I pulled apart Joan’s pussy lips and got ready to feast. She was moaning now and rotating her hips, thrusting them up toward my mouth. She moved her head closer to my cock, and as I began to mouth her clit, flicking it from time to time with my tongue, she took me in her mouth. It was heaven. Her technique showed her to be an accomplished fellatrice. All the while, Alan was rubbing her lovely ass.

After a while I put Joan on her hands and knees. Alan slid under her, and she began sucking on his cock as he gently licked her clit. I took my cock and slipped it into her love hole. I was doing everything I could to keep from shooting too soon. All three of us were lost in pleasure, Alan flicking Joan’s clit with his tongue, she sucking on his cock, and me pumping her hot pussy.

When Joan came, she cried out with joy. I blasted my load into her succulent pussy, thrusting and thrusting until I finally collapsed on top of her. Alan rolled out from underneath her and Joan, grabbing his cock, said she wanted him to shoot on her tits and face. Alan quickly got to his knees, and while Joan held his free hand, he jacked himself off. The first spurts landed directly on her face, the remainder on her tits.

Alan and I lay on either side of Joan, and we each smoked a cigarette and sipped some wine. We talked for a little while, and then Joan got things started by sucking first on my cock and then on her husband’s. In no time at all, both of us were hard again.

The second round was more playful but no less passionate than the first. Soon after we had all come again, Alan and Joan left. I realized that I didn’t even know where they lived or their last name. I only knew that they had given me the time of my life. That was enough.

Mr. A.Z., Michigan

My wife, Pam, and I sometimes use our video camera to enhance our sex life. The usual procedure is for me to mount the camera on a tripod and record my efforts to arouse Pam with my hands and the various sex toys we have acquired. When Pam is ready to fuck, she asks me to turn off the camera, and we fuck our asses off. One night, the usual pattern was changed.

Pam asked me to get out the camera because she wanted to make a movie. The camera is usually hooked up to the TV so that Pam can watch what I am doing. Tonight, though, she suggested I omit the TV hookup. I asked her why and she told me that she wanted to be “the entire show.” This certainly appealed to me, and I stood there grinning behind the camera as she slowly started to strip. As she pulled off her panties, she kept her legs spread so that her pussy was visible.

Pam started playing with herself by outlining her cunt lips with her fingers. Soon she was spreading her lips to expose her pink and juicy cunt. A few moments later, her fingers started to disappear into her cunt. This is when she instructed me to bring out our menagerie of dildos. She started with our smallest and worked her way up to the largest. As she became comfortable sliding this one in and out of her cunt, she commented to the camera that her asshole was neglected. My cock was swelling in my hand to hear my wife talk like this on camera!

She was soon sawing the smallest dildo in and out of her ass. Having her cunt and ass filled at the same time was really turning me on. While Pam was keeping herself occupied, I worked the camera. I alternated between wide angles that showed her whole body and close, tantalizing views of her stretched open cunt and ass.

Pam kept trying to get a larger dildo in her ass, but could not relax enough to get it in. I was about to suggest a different position when I noticed a glazed look in her eyes and saw that she had succeeded. This larger dildo allowed her to make longer strokes in her ass and made for wonderful close up shots. The increased pressure of the larger dildo was rapidly bringing her to orgasm. Pam suddenly said, “Let’s screw. Leave the camera on.”

Great! I hurried to her side and offered her my cock, which she nearly devoured. As she sucked me, she kept working the dildo in her cunt. Soon she tossed the dildo aside and asked me to fuck her. She started to come almost at once. I was not far behind. Unfortunately, the blowjob and the fucking did not get recorded as well as the rest, but this was the most exciting video we have made.

Mr. O.A., Wisconsin

Gail is the best lover I have ever taken to bed, anticipating every sexual whim, fulfilling every lusty desire. That same sensitivity had made her aware of my restlessness recently, and she confronted me one night after unusually ardent lovemaking. We were nestled cozily together and I was curled against the curve of her back.

“You’ve been like a caged wild animal lately what’s bothering you?” Returning to scenes of my Sante Fe childhood is a periodic necessity for me in order to survive in the Big Apple.

Gail listened patiently while I waxed rhapsodic about my favorite memories. “Backpacking to that rocky peak the Indians named Old Baldy is a heady, almost sexual experience you’d love: Holy Ghost Canyon, Spirit Lake, Valley of the Rocks, and finally the summit, Lake Catherine herself I’d love to share that with you.”

Gail fisted my renewed erection. “If remembering is affecting you this way, think of the effect it would have on both of us.”

Our hunger and heat were more intense than before as Gail guided my cock inside her and slowly lowered herself to take me to her very core. Flames blazed higher as we moved together, jolts of charged electrical impulses greeting each thrust I made inside her. I could feel her clitoris making contact with the bulging vein on my cock’s underside with each thrust. Then Gail was rocking and squirming in response, loud cries signifying her soaring pleasure.

Without interrupting the rhythm of our arousal, I pulled her down onto her back and rode her while the waves of her orgasm still rippled through her. Gail wrapped her arms around my waist, and I thrust into her even harder. My entire body glowed hotly. As we began flying high together, her vagina clasping, caressing, stroking, urging me on, my body stiffened and my own orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt. The muscles of her cunt milked my cock dry, refusing to relinquish me until I became limp.

“Wait until we make love at Lake Catherine,” I assured her.

When we arrived at Santa Fe, it was love at first sight for Gail. We idled for two days before our trek, and I showed her the picturesque and historic influences of Spanish and Indian cultures on America’s oldest city. She loved it all, the adobe style architecture, the native artifacts sold by Indians sitting like statues along one wall of the Palace of Governors on the town plaza, Canyon Road, where art studios and boutiques selling hand woven materials abounded. But I could hardly wait to re consummate our relationship at Lake Catherine.

Leaving long before daybreak, we took a jeep to Santa Fe’s ski basin and hiked in from there. By the crack of dawn, we were already high enough to see tiny people dots scurrying far below when we stopped to rest. Gail drank thirstily from my canteen, her body melting into mine for warmth as she drank with my arms wrapped around her. Already I could feel our hearts pounding from exertion. We continued the ascent.

Finally we leveled off into a tiny knoll of greenery where we could hear water rushing over rocks in a brook that was safe to drink from. Breaking her stride, Gail ran forward and stretched herself prone on the ground to kiss the stream. She drank eagerly.

I delayed quenching my own thirst to watch her, my whole groin aching to possess her right then and there on nature’s soft bed of moss. Early morning’s bright sunlight put golden glints in her blonde hair, that long, lithe body sensuous even in the jeans and hiking boots she had initially refused to wear. My mind’s eye saw her stretching there in nude splendor, her face drinking in the sun. The imagery was so vivid, I could feel my cock stirring. I was as hot as the sun.

Sensing my lust, Gail gave me a drink of the cold, refreshing water from her own mouth. All her delicious odors were accentuated by the crisp mountain air. Then I drank from the stream and pushed my head under the crystal flow, the coldness sending shock waves through me.

We trekked on upward until our climb was interrupted by another level of land: Holy Ghost Canyon. The trail was narrow and overhung with dense foliage. “It’s rumored that the ghosts of Navajo Indians haunt this trail,” I told Gail solemnly.

We stopped for a lunch of fruit and cheese at Spirit Lake, where the overgrowth was so thick, only thin streaks of sunlight could filter through. Gail shivered and pressed close while I told her the Indian lore about the lake being the resting place of water spirits who emerge under the cover of night to cast evil spells.

Next and last before Lake Catherine was the Valley of the Rocks, where gigantic boulders perched precariously. We were well above the timberline and now descending a saddle connecting Old Baldy with another peak.

I pointed ahead. “Around that bend in the trail is the lady of all lakes, Lake Catherine herself.” Summoning her second wind, Gail ran ahead of me to see for herself. I rushed after her. What a picture greeted my eyes.

My lady and that other lady, Lake Catherine, were united at last! Dating back to my adolescence, it had been one of my secret fantasies to someday make love at the lake by moonlight with someone who appreciated its beauty as much as I did. Gail removed everything and stood high on a rock that jutted into the deep blue water. Brilliant sunlight glittered on the blueness surrounding her nude beauty.

No longer able to contain myself, I discarded my own clothing. I was ready and hard with relentless lust. She beckoned for me to join her. The rock was warm, but it couldn’t compare to the lush warmth of Gail’s nudity smothering me as we kissed passionately, hungrily, frantic for everything we had to offer each other. A light mountain breeze riding the sun’s rays bathed us, charging with passion every sensation, every touch, every scent. I eased Gail gently down on the hard rock made soft with a blanket of velvety moss.

“God, I have never wanted you this much before,” I whispered hoarsely. The unspoiled beauty surrounding our solitude was giving me that peace and serenity I had craved such a long time. “I need you to make everything complete.”

A sensuous smile formed on Gail’s face as she allowed me entry into that other valley of paradise. Her pussy closed tightly around my shaft as I penetrated to the hilt. Then we rocked together, clinging tightly to each other.

When we began making love, it was at a leisurely pace. Our bodies were meshing, rolling in a relaxed rhythm of perfect unison. Neither of us wanted it to end. But a natural acceleration, a need to keep stretching for the sky above, overtook us and I began slamming into her so hard, my pelvis was rubbing against her clitoris. Gail’s whole body became a stormy turbulence that kept me gasping as her pussy, now racked with spasms, put a clamp on my cock.

Our spontaneous release was an overwhelming experience of ecstasy. Volcanic eruptions were exploding from my cock into her, wave after raging wave filling her as our cries echoed over the lake. Her body was arching high in the air to drink in every drop before we both collapsed, limp and spent, on the rock’s velvety surface.

Storm clouds appearing from nowhere jerked us back to reality. You can set your clock by the afternoon mountain showers. We grabbed our clothing and ran for cover just as it began to pour.

The rain ended as abruptly as a water spigot being turned off. With the sun shining again, we made camp with the afternoon light bathing an appealing wilderness. By the time our campfire flamed high enough to cook a sparse meal, we were starving and ate like famished wolves and then retired to a large, downy sleeping bag for two. Flames from our campfire were still burning brightly in the now cold, crisp mountain air of black night, and a blanket of stars glittered overhead. Gail snuggled in the curve of my arm with a happy sigh. She was ecstatic. “What a glorious sight! I don’t think I have ever seen so many stars sparkling like tiny diamonds.”

Gail’s ass thumped an invitation against my crotch, and she giggled. The cocooned intimacy of our close confinement certainly made me crave her ass. My mouth nipped at the nape of her neck while my hand eased its way downward to stroke the warmth radiating from her valley. The folds of her pussy bloomed, and when my fingers worked their way into her. Gail’s thighs clamped tight to hold them prisoner. My hardness was throbbing rhythmically against her ass crack.

“I haven’t felt you back there for a long time,” she said, her hands groping between us to feel my cock’s thick hardness. As my fingers reached down to relax her sphincter before curling inside, Gail’s muffled moans of delight filled the sleeping bag. The tissue just inside was tight, warm, less yielding than her pussy’s deep well.

Sheer exultation streaked through me as I stretched flush against her burning backside and eased my hardness between her cheeks, pre come greasing my shaft as I pressed forward. The tight ring of her asshole flexed, but my cock continued inching its way inward and upward.

I remained motionless, thrilled by the blazing hotness of having my long hardness embedded in her. Then I began stroking in and out, my hands clasping her tightly. The thread that always keeps me climbing snapped fast. It always does back there. My shots were rapid fire into her very bowels while my fingers pinched her stiff clit to keep her climaxing with me.

“I’ve creamed many a sleeping bag playing it solo while thinking about being here with someone like you,” I confessed afterward in the afterglow.

Morning came all too soon. I secured our equipment and we turned for one last, lingering look at the jewel, Lake Catherine, glittering in the sunlight. I knew it wasn’t goodbye. Gail had vowed that we would periodically return together. “To have our batteries recharged,” as she phrased it.

Mr. W.E., New York