Just recently I decided to shop for lingerie. My lover was returning from a prolonged business trip, and I wanted to surprise him by greeting him at the door “decked out” in a garter belt and all that sort of thing. He does go on about my figure so I thought this would be a most welcome gift.

My plan was to shop during my lunch hour. My anticipation built all morning I just couldn’t get the image of my boyfriend’s surprised expression out of my mind. Lunchtime couldn’t come quickly enough, and I finally left for a rather Victorian place that specializes in classy, provocative lingerie.

The salesclerk was quite helpful and pulled out a variety of clothes for me to try on. She suggested a merry widow one of those corset like garments that push the breasts up, hug the waist and garter one’s long black stockings. I chose a black satin one with emerald lace trim and matching, tie on G string panties. Gathering up the lacy underthings, I hurried to the dressing room.

As soon as I got there, I stripped off my street clothes and underwear. I hadn’t realized until that moment how excited I had become. I practically shook as I slipped into the straps of the merry widow. My breasts were lifted and pushed together, which gave them a full look. My nipples peeked over the tops of the cups as I hooked up the back.

Next I tied on the G string panties they barely covered my pussy. My hands were trembling by the time I smoothed the black seamed stockings past my knees and over my thighs. From what I saw in my mirror, I thought I looked really foxy in this outfit. I knew my boyfriend would find me irresistible. I guess I was a little skittish with excitement, because I inadvertently loosened the tie to my panties while attempting to fasten the garters to the back edge of one stocking. Needing three hands to correct the situation, I felt one breast fall out of the top of the merry widow as I grabbed for the panties, and so I found myself bent over, fumbling to adjust things and not succeeding. “Hello?” I called out to the salesgirl. “Hello, can you come in and help me?”

There was a tentative knock at the door. “Come in,” I pleaded, and the door opened behind me. I continued negotiating the straps and trying to keep my panties up all at the same time. “Could you give me a hand?” I said to the salesclerk behind me.

There was a momentary hesitation, and then a deep male voice said, “I’ll be quite happy to give you a hand.” I glanced over my shoulder and discovered a deeply tanned, lean, dark haired man smiling by the door. Apparently my salesgirl had not responded, and instead this male Adonis had taken her place!

“You’re blushing,” he said. “You’re blushing all over.” Actually, I was less embarrassed than flushed by his surprise presence. I could smell his masculinity, and in the smallness of the room, his clothes brushed the exposed parts of my body. I could feel his eyes surveying me. His gaze and intensity further excited me as the room filled with the odor of my sex.

“You seem to be having a little trouble,” he said. “The trick is to do just one thing at a time. Let’s start over.” And with that he reached around my waist with one arm, drew me close to him, untied the other side of my panties and deftly pulled them from between my legs. Then he deftly dipped one finger into my moistness. Even with my resistance, one finger soon became two. “I think you want help with more than just your clothes, hmm?” he crooned into my ear.

“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. The gentleman flicked my ear with his tongue and whispered, “Do you want me to leave?” And with that he began to move his fingers ever so slightly, ever so firmly around my clitoris, down into the crevice of my cunt, and back again.

I said nothing. Instead, feeling unsteady on my feet, I leaned on one hand against the wall. In the mirror I could see the reflection of his hand between my legs, sliding in and out, stroking me. I could feel the erotic tension building as all willpower deserted me. I gasped when he paused in his stroking to inhale my scent on his fingers. He quickly focused on my clitoris and used my lubrication to flick his fingers over my little live wire knob. As my orgasm peaked swiftly and powerfully, my pelvis rocked back and forth with mind bending contractions.

While I caught my breath and was recovering from the climax, the gentleman stooped for my panties and pulled them up between my legs and tied them on. He slipped from the room before I could speak or ask his name. I never learned whether he was a salesclerk or a customer. My boyfriend loved the present and never guessed what erotic assistance I was given at the lingerie shop.

Ms. A.W., Ohio

My husband has been turned on by sexy lingerie for as long as I can remember. I guess it adds mystery to a woman’s appeal. It may have something to do with the softness of the texture or the shimmer of the satin. I make sure I never come to bed unless I’m clad in sexy undies. Foreplay is always long and hot when I take his hands or face and stroke my silk or satin. I never undress myself that is his job, and I have guided him through it a few times to make sure he goes slow.

Often I continue the foreplay naked, using a hand held teddy or panties to stroke his hard meat. I sit around in the slinkiest things, always the most feminine undies I have. He almost never sees me without satin and lace.

Lingerie is a big part of our love life. He has bought me panties and teddies and stockings, and he looks forward to the feel of the silk and lace against my skin, to the soft shine of the material. My underwear simply says, “Fuck me!”

The other night I slipped off my panties and, looking at him, I held them up and dragged them across his chest and belly. When he felt them on his crotch, he grabbed both them and his dick and humped involuntarily. I stroked his asshole, knowing that it turns him to jelly. I took them and held them up, but didn’t move.

Suddenly he took the stretchy flowered undies and pulled them on, my heart racing and his cock throbbing. I was hot! He ran his hands over his panty clad ass and balls. I stroked him a little, then leaned back and watched the sight before me. “You look so hot in my underwear,” I said. “Are they soft? Don’t you feel sexy?”

“Yes,” he groaned. His head nearly flew off with ecstasy!

Ms. J.T., Hawaii

Sex for my husband and me has been exceptionally exciting ever since we started acting out our wildest fantasies. Submissive by nature, I love assuming the role of a woman who, while protesting mightily, secretly craves total subjugation to a man. Scott, being the dominant one in the family, is only too happy to satisfy my needs in our lust charged scenarios.

One time, for example, I was a Scottish schoolgirl sent to the headmaster for being tardy one too many times. Dressed only in a tartan miniskirt and prim white blouse, my hair in a beribboned ponytail, I bowed my head as Scott chastised me, protested as he tied me up, cried out as he spanked me, acted innocent when he made me suck on his penis and screamed in ecstasy as he introduced his cock to my steaming pussy.

On his birthday, I dressed in a black corset, a garter belt and stockings and told him that I was his for the night he could do anything he wanted with me. He tied my arms above my head, bound my ankles together. . . and accused me of being a witch. When I protested, he decided to test me with his “staff of truth.” I was so horny by the time he got around to the “probing” that he had no trouble rolling me on my stomach and entering me from behind, even with my legs tied together.

Last weekend our erotic game soared to new heights as we tapped another latent fantasy and incorporated a hint of exhibitionism into our play. We had rented a cottage by the sea for a three day weekend, and although Scott hadn’t mentioned anything, I’d certainly noticed the sturdy brass headboard and footboard on the bed. We took a romantic moonlit walk on the beach, but on the way back, Scott seemed to grow more and more distant. He unlocked the cottage door and practically shoved me inside. I started to protest, but he cut me off.

“There are some clothes on the bed go put them on,” he commanded.

As I headed to the bedroom, I heard him add in a deep voice, “I’ve decided to sell you off as a slave.”

On the bed I found a short gray skirt made out of a sweatshirt type material and a ragged shirt of the same material, neither of which I’d seen before. I quickly put them on. The skirt was obscenely short and fit so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. The top was also tight, stretching over my full breasts. It was cut short, its tattered hem skimming my midriff and the lower curves of my breasts peeking out.

The door burst open and Scott entered. “Aren’t you ready yet?” he demanded. Without waiting for my reply, he held up a collar with a long chain dangling from it. “Come here,” he said. When I didn’t move immediately, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. As always, he was gentle enough not to hurt me but his actions suited the part he was playing.

“No one will buy you if you aren’t obedient,” he muttered, fixing the collar around my neck. He produced a pair of shackles and cuffed my hands behind my back. He stepped back for a moment to survey his handiwork and my costume, then grinned slyly. He ran a large hand around my waist to cup my ass firmly. “From the looks of you, though, you’ll collect me a pretty price.”

With a jerk on my chain, he led me from the bedroom to the living room. He had rearranged the lamps in the room so that they were all focused on one spot by the wall. The rest of the room was shadowed and dark. Scott led me to the brightly lit “stage” and positioned me so I faced the couch along the far wall.

“Here’s a prize piece of flesh,” he announced to the couch. He paused, smiling and nodding. To my supreme amazement, I discovered that I could see men along the side wall. All were tall, burly, crude men, just as I would imagine slave traders and owners to be. I couldn’t see their faces except for their eyes they seemed to gleam at me out of the darkness as the men sized me up. They ran their eyes over me so blatantly that I could feel it, as sure as if their rough hands were sliding over my body. My lips parted as I began to breathe more heavily. I glanced down and saw my nipples, hard with lust, poking obscenely against the clinging fabric of my top.

“Well shaped,” Scott said, summarizing my attributes for the prospective buyers. “Firm, supple. . . . ” He emphasized his words by turning me sideways and patting my ass again. I flinched, falling deeper into the part he had chosen for me and feeling offended and embarrassed at being displayed this way in front of a group of coarse men.

“Feisty, too,” Scott added, jerking on my chain slightly to remind me who was master and who was slave. I lifted my chin defiantly, ignoring the lewd comments the buyers were beginning to make.

“But let me show you her best feature,” Scott said. Before I realized what he was going to do, he had grasped my shirt in his hands and ripped sharply. The material fell aside, my tits bouncing free for all to see.

I tried to pull my arms around me, forgetting that my wrists were shackled behind my back. Scott laughed softly, hefting one breast in his hand and rubbing my pebble like nipple with his thumb. “Who among you wouldn’t want to be feeling this?” he inquired of the audience. “This is certainly one slave you won’t be putting to hard labor.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “Or maybe you will be.”

I pulled back sharply, using my shoulder to knock away his arm. My husband the slave seller frowned. “Perhaps a bit too feisty,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m afraid, gentlemen, that I’ll have to take her back for a bit more training. I’ll be sure to contact you when she is ready for sale.” With those words he jerked on my chain again, pulling me back toward the bedroom. I resisted as best I could, but I knew full well who was in control. My heart pounded. I had offended my master greatly certain punishment was in store. I couldn’t believe how wet the area between my thighs was.

Scott pushed me face first onto the bed, then undid my shackles briefly so he could chain my wrists to the middle of the brass headboard. “I’ll teach you to defy me, slave,” he growled. He lifted my skirt above my waist, and then his hand smacked sharply down on my ass. I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my cries, trying not to give him the satisfaction of breaking me. He continued to spank me, but then one of his blows landed lower, where my ass curved into the tops of my thighs.

“What’s this?” he murmured. I held my breath as he slipped a finger between my legs into the flowing wetness of my pussy. “Maybe I should try another way to teach you,” he said. He reached under me and flipped me over onto my back. I watched as his eyes took in my form, from my defiant eyes to my pointed nipples to my quivering crotch. “And maybe,” he added, “the men should see you being tamed.”

A moan escaped my lips, but whether I was reacting in horror or arousal, it was impossible to tell. Scott left the bed and went to open the bedroom door. He returned to stand over me as he stripped off his clothes. His cock waved above my face. He was obviously as aroused as I, as was evidenced by the pre come that ran down his stiff prick. I licked my lips in hungry anticipation.

“You have the right idea, slave,” he said, kneeling over me and bringing his reddened cock to my mouth. I sucked him in, a low growl in my throat. The men were watching, I knew, and now I would give them the sight of their lives.

My husband pulled his Rick from my mouth and moved it over my face so I could lick the underside of it, down to his balls. I pulled his sac gently between my lips, then released it as he ground his cock back against my eager tongue. He pumped back and forth, and I licked in near desperation, wondering if I would pass out before he fucked me. My pussy was on fire, screaming for relief the lightest touch surely would have set me off. I kept my eyes locked on his as he rocked above me.

“All right,” Scott said finally. “Now for the final lesson.” He repositioned himself between my legs, then lifted them and moved them wide apart, pressing my knees into my chest. He set the head of his cock at the opening of my engorged vaginal lips and with one thrust went completely inside me.

My hips were lifted completely off I the bed and I shuddered with the intensity of my orgasm. My uncontrollable spasms set Scott off, and he, too, yelled as he came, pumping into me. He pulled out to let the last few shots of come spray over my chest and stomach. With a groan, he collapsed on top of me. After a moment he reached to free my wrists. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck lightly. I blinked and looked around. The room was empty save for the two of us.

Our role playing certainly isn’t something we do night after night, but it does add spice to our sex life, especially when we can break free of reality and become other people.

Ms. C. Y., Delaware

I’m writing this letter to tell you how my wife and I got started on our latest “hobby” showing her off in public.

Last summer we were on a cross country camping trip and had stopped in Las Vegas for a couple of days of high living. We were out at the hotel pool, soaking up the sun while enjoying gin and tonics. My wife was wearing her white string bikini, and every time she jumped in the pool to cool off, she drew admiring looks from all the men.

I must say here that Vera is great to look at. She’s five feet two inches tall with pert tits, a well rounded ass and beautifully tanned legs. By late afternoon, my wife was so horny she couldn’t wait to get back to our room to fuck. All those men staring at her body had turned her on something fierce.

Over dinner that night, we talked about how much she had been turned on by the stares of strangers, and Vera, blushing slightly, said that she could really get into showing off her body. We had heard about this club on the Strip that held amateur striptease contests and we decided to go there after dinner. After several drinks with dinner and a few more at the club, we were both primed for the excitement to follow.

As each of the professional strippers put on her show, I got hornier and hornier and my wife squirmed in her seat in anticipation. By the time they announced the start of the contest, our hearts were beating fast. As luck would have it, Vera was called up onstage first. The emcee started out by talking to each contestant as she came up onstage. I could tell my wife was nervous because she gave her real name and address. After this little chat, he asked her if she was ready, and Vera nodded.

She was wearing a red jumpsuit that fit her like a glove, and right from the start she began turning on the large audience. She danced around very seductively during the band’s first number, every now and then giving her nipples a squeeze. When the song was over, everyone gave her a nice round of applause.

As the second number began, my wife unzipped the front of her jumpsuit down to her belly button. Then she just stood there and made her shoulders undulate sexily. Now she slipped the jumpsuit down to her waist. The audience gasped when they saw her perfect tits with the large, dark brown nipples standing at attention.

Vera danced around topless for a while, and when her hand reached for the zipper again, the crowd really began to cheer. She kicked off her shoes as she unzipped the rest of the way and then wriggled out of her jumpsuit, which she tossed to me. The number ended with my wife in the center of the stage, wearing only red bikini panties. We thought that was it, but the band started playing again.

My wife resumed dancing and the audience went wild, many of the men calling for her to “take it off!” Vera glanced nervously at me. A smile came over her face when she realized that I was behind her all the way. So, with her back to the audience, she bent over and peeled her panties down her legs. All of the guys could see that her cunt was soaking wet.

Vera danced wildly, and every time she kicked up a leg, she would expose her cunt and the crowd would cheer. I think I was cheering the loudest of all! She ended her routine on her back with her legs spread wide and her fingers holding open her dripping pussy. She won the contest!

The first prize money was certainly very nice, but even nicer was the wild fucking Vera gave me when we got home. She all but ripped my clothes off, going after my cock with sluttish abandon. Then she climbed aboard my cock and rode it for all she was worth. I sent my semen shooting up into her convulsing pussy.

Mr. O.B., Idaho

Ever wonder what kind of a man lets himself become a woman’s slave? Well, I’m that kind of man. And I let it happen because it’s mostly pure heaven.

I’m the thirty four year old slave of a willful, bossy, often bad tempered twenty three year old brown haired bitch named Trisha. However, she also happens to be a knockout, a part time figure model and show girl. I am also her lapdog, house pet, piglet, or anything else she chooses to call me, and I come, whenever and whatever she calls me.

Like if Trisha is watching TV and she snaps her fingers and says, “Here, pussy slave,” I practically get rug burn scooting over beside her on the floor. Then she’ll hike up her miniskirt or peel down her jeans, straddle my face with her luscious thighs, grab hold of my ears and yank my face into her heavenly snatch. Of course, I won’t know till the last second whether Trisha wants me to lick her little clit or press my mouth to her pussy lips, but I’m ready for whatever she dishes out.

Just being in my mistress’ presence gives me a hard on, so you can imagine the “agony and ecstasy” I go through when Trisha stretches her incredible naked self in the sun on her private terrace and lets me give her a head to toe hot oil massage. Or lets me spend hours in her boudoir assisting as her intimate body slave, shampooing, drying and brushing her luxuriant hair, pumicing her feet and painting her perfect toenails, drawing her bathwater and helping to trim and style her pubic nest. At such times I am kept nude so that my mistress can monitor my perpetual arousal.

She will occasionally run a slender fingertip over the tip of my rock hard cock to check for wetness (which she likes to find) or squeeze my already aching testicles till I am whimpering. But I am forbidden to touch myself at such times.

Each time I enter Trisha’s presence, I prostrate myself and touch my lips to her feet. In public our special “greeting” is usually modified to a modest bow of my head and a kiss on her extended fingers, though more than once she has made me kiss her feet in public too! And when after too many hours of arousal from her presence, I am reduced to whimpering at her feet, begging for relief, often she will pity me and bring me to swift ejaculation with her lovely feet while I writhe on the carpet and stare adoringly up at her.

But sometimes Mistress Trisha will become annoyed by my pathetic begging and slap me. Or tie me up and leave me in her dirty laundry hamper while she goes out for an hour, or two. I never know what to expect, which is how my mistress intends it.

Mr. J.U., Washington

My name is Evelyn and I am a thirty five year old, happily married woman. My husband, Wes, is a very successful man, and we consider ourselves fortunate in our relationship. One time and one time only, I engaged in a sexual activity outside our bedroom, and it was a blowjob I’m going to remember the rest of my life.

We were having some landscaping work done on our property, and Josh was the foreman on the job. He is a very tan and muscular man, but I really paid no attention to him until he asked to use the phone. I went into the next room but could overhear him angrily talking to his girlfriend. “Listen, I don’t want excuses. When I get home you be in your black high heels and ready to suck my cock.” With that, he slammed down the receiver, and saw me in the doorway.

Josh walked over to where I was standing, close enough so I could smell the sweat on his body. I started to stammer something about how he was positively a throwback to the Dark Ages, but he put his finger to my lips to quiet me and asked me how come my cunt was so wet. Before I could answer, he reached down and masturbated me while standing in the doorway. It was an astonishing turn on! For the next few days, I avoided him and tried to convince myself that he wasn’t the man of my fantasies.

The next week he again asked to use the phone and told me to stay while he made the call. After his phone call, he walked over to me and, putting his hands on my shoulders, said, “Let’s see how well you suck cock.” My fingers were trembling, and I couldn’t believe that I was actually ready to do whatever he asked. The pungent smell of sweat and urine filled my nostrils as I pulled his large prick out of his pants. It was much thicker than my husband’s, but I started to lick and suck it with abandon.

Josh looked down at me as I performed the sluttiest blowjob of my life. He told me to look up at him while I sucked and asked me if this was the first time I’d ever done anything like this. Without missing a beat and not taking my eyes off him, I moaned a guttural “yes” around his big cock. At this he smiled and started pushing in and out of my mouth in strokes like fucking.

Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to rub it across my face, saying that he did not want my love, my money, my friendship all he wanted was to see this rich bitch give better head than his girlfriend. As he stuffed his fat Rick back into my mouth, I hoped that that was just what I was doing. A few moments later, Josh pulled out again and began to pump jet after jet of thick white come over my face.

After what seemed like minutes, he stopped coming and began to rub the come all over my face with his cock. He asked me if my pussy was wet, and I told him that I was wetter than I’d ever been. He pushed his cock back into his jeans and then squatted down and again jerked me off, right there on my knees. He said he was going to think about me the rest of the day on the kitchen floor of my million dollar house with my husband’s landscaper’s come drying on my face.

The moment I heard his truck pull out of the driveway, I pushed three fingers into my tender pussy where his hand had been and had the orgasm of my life!

Ms. E.G., Wisconsin

Last week I had to go away for two nights on a business trip. Whenever I go away, my husband, Gil, encourages me to take a lover or two, the idea being that I’ll come home and tell him all the “good parts.” I never seriously considered his offer, making do with just my vibrator.

I checked into my hotel room in the late afternoon, took a shower and changed for dinner. Before getting dressed, I pulled out the vibrator and turned it on. Of course, I much prefer my husband’s cock, but I was super horny and needed some relief immediately. I lay on the bed, spread my legs and started to run the vibrator up and down my pussy. Finally I started to push it deeper and deeper inside me, pumping the vibrator into my pussy. It only took me about thirty seconds before I climaxed.

After that I was remembering Gil’s invitation and thinking that maybe tonight I would get really dressed up and have some “fun” I could tell him about. I put on a slinky black dress, a garter belt, black stockings and heels. That was it! I then proceeded to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

While being seated by the hostess I could sense that I was being scrutinized by several men. My nipples reacted by hardening against my dress. I could feel my pussy getting moist. The waiter approached me and asked me if I wanted a drink before ordering dinner. I could feel his eyes on my nipples. My face reddened, but I shifted my gaze to the menu. Dinner was rather uneventful, although I could feel that I was being stared at.

After dinner I went into the bar to see what I could stir up. I sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a drink. A man came over and introduced himself as Gene and asked me if he could buy me a drink. After some chitchat, he told me that he had a friend with him and asked me if the friend could join us. I told him that it was okay, and Gene introduced me to Rick. Gene complimented me on my looks and Rick chimed in that I “looked good enough to eat.” At this point I was a little nervous, so I excused myself and went to the ladies’ room. I finally said to myself, Why not? And won’t Gil love it?

I rejoined the two men, and Rick asked me if I had ever had a threesome before. I replied that I had not but that I might be willing to try. We finally left the bar and returned to my room. Gene noted that I must be “some kind of wild woman” when he noticed the vibrator I had left on the dresser. Rick came up behind me and put his arms around me, his hands cupping my breasts while he pushed his prick against my behind. Gene lifted my dress from the front and started to finger my pussy. Finally, Gene slid one finger into me, then another. I was extremely wet.

Rick asked me if I would show them what I had been doing with the vibrator. Although I was rather shy about it, after some coaxing I agreed. I pulled my dress up over my head, and Gene and Rick got undressed. Gene asked me if I would leave my stockings and heels on. I lay down on the bed, spread my legs and started to move the vibrator up and down my pussy.

Rick and Gene got on either side of me and started to massage my nipples and run their hands over my thighs. Rick took the vibrator from my hand and told me to take hold of his prick. I also grabbed Gene’s prick while Rick started to push the vibrator in and out of my pussy. Gene played with my nipples as I clamped down on the vibrator in my excitement.

Finally, Rick withdrew the vibrator. He put a pillow under my ass, lifted my legs over his shoulders and then put his cock in my pussy. Gene took the vibrator and put it in his mouth to wet it. Then he started to press it up my ass. Boy, was it big back there. After some gentle forcing, however, it felt fantastic.

Rick proceeded to fuck me for all he was worth. Gene left the vibrator in my ass and wedged against a pillow, and then he put his prick in my mouth. The three of us went at it in this position for several minutes, with me coming twice. Finally the guys climaxed, Rick in my pussy and Gene in my mouth. Some of Gene’s come leaked out of my mouth and trickled down my chin.

Well, we screwed the night away, and I must have climaxed ten times. At one point, Rick and Gene even made a sandwich of me: one in my ass and one in my pussy. It was positively the sexiest night of my life.

When I came home, Gil could tell that something different had happened on this business trip. At first I wouldn’t tell, but he guessed what had happened, and it felt wonderful and naughty sharing it with him. I told him everything, and he wanted to hear it over and over. My sexy adventure made him so randy, and he all but insisted I take a lover the next time I was out of town provided, of course, that I filled him in on the juicy details when I returned home. He even wants me to reenact some of the events of my first away from home adventure with him present. I just might!

Ms. B.Q., Kansas

I’ve been a longtime subscriber to your magazine, and my wife and I often try to act out some of the stories. We enjoy your magazine so much that we felt it appropriate (actually, at my wife’s urging) to write and share one of our most erotic adventures.

We’ve been married for several years (we’re both in our late twenties) and we’ve always maintained a sexually open relationship, even prior to our marriage. As the day of our wedding grew closer, my wife, Elyse, expressed some concern about my bachelor party. We both agreed that it wouldn’t be such a great idea to get involved in any wild orgies where there were obviously going to be call girls involved. It was left at that.

One day, while visiting my wife to be and after vigorous sex, I decided to go out and pick up some ice cream. While on the main boulevard, I noticed in my rearview mirror a nice sports car with a sexy girl at the wheel. At the next light she pulled up next to me. She was so provocative with her pitch black hair, dark tan and sexy sunglasses. She looked over at me and smiled. As the light changed, she sped off, but I was mesmerized and sped after her. At the next traffic light, we made flirty small talk. By the third light I had her name and telephone number as well as a raging hard on. I picked up the ice cream and returned to my fianc e.

“What took you so long?” Elyse asked, noticing my excited state.

“Well, you’re not going to believe this, but I just met this sexy chick. I even got her phone number, but since we’re getting married in a few weeks, I’ll just throw it away,” I said sincerely. I was getting ready to tear up the slip of paper with Sandra’s number on it when Elyse snatched it out of my hand.

“Let’s discuss this further,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you go out with Sandra. It could be your last ‘single fling’ and a great bachelor party!” I knew Elyse was serious, because she loved to hear stories of my past sexual escapades with other women and often would ask me to tell her about these women while we were engaged in sex. “On one condition,” she added. “I want to know everything!”

I called Sandra a few days later, while Elyse listened on the other phone, and set up a date for Saturday night. For the rest of the week, sex with Elyse was fantastic as she asked me to describe to her how I would fuck Sandra. When Saturday came, Elyse wanted to dress me up. She showered, manicured and generally prepared me. Then she laid out my black suit, which she thought I looked really sexy in.

As she was helping me dress, she went down on her knees and took out my cock and started giving me one of her expert blowjobs. As I was about to come, she stopped abruptly and stood up. “Don’t come now. I just wanted to make sure your balls had a full load for Sandra,” she said as she tucked my throbbing cock into my pants.

I picked Sandra up and she was even more ravishing than I had first realized. She was wearing a satin mini dress with high heeled pumps and no stockings. She had this really dark tan, and for the first time I saw her eyes they were an enticing emerald green. We went to dinner, and the entire meal was spent ogling each other and making suggestive remarks. We both had the same thing in mind. Afterward I took her to this cozy club and we danced for a while, and then, during a slow number, we started to kiss. When Sandra started grinding her mound against my now stiff cock, I said, “Let’s take a walk outside. I can’t stand up straight in here.” She licked her lips and agreed.

We went back to my car and sat close to each other, staring up at the sky. Then we started making out. Soon my hand was in the top of her dress and I was pinching her erect nipples as my tongue probed her mouth. With Sandra extremely turned on, I took her hand and put it on my cock, which was straining against the material of my pants. “Feel me, Sandra,” I whispered in her ear. “Feel how hard I am. It’s because of you that I’m so hard.” She let out a low moan and rubbed my cock with vigor. Soon I went underneath her dress and found a wet spot between those beautifully tanned thighs. She eased her legs open and my fingers went around the elastic of her drenched panties and easily slipped inside her warm pussy. After just a few strokes, she shuddered, closing and opening her thighs around my probing hand. I could tell she had had her first orgasm.

“I want to take you to a motel and stretch you out on a bed and fuck you till you faint!” I told her matter of factly.

“I want that so much!” she replied sincerely. “But I can’t.”

After continuing to make out with her in effort to get her hot enough to throw caution to the winds, I said, “Come on, let’s go now.” Sandra, misinterpreting my statement, said, “What? You want me to sit on you here? Now?” It suddenly dawned on me that she was too embarrassed to go to a motel. She wanted to get it on right there in the front seat of my Cadillac!

Quickly I reached underneath her and pulled her panties completely off. Equally as fast, I pushed my pants down to my knees. I laid her back, pulled her dress up and entered her as she spread her legs wide to receive me. Then I started pumping her slowly at first, then harder and faster.

“Do you know what I’m doing to you, Sandra?” I asked her, breathing hard.

“What?” she moaned.

“I’m fucking you. Do you like it?”

“I love it! I love your dick deep inside me!” she yelled with abandon as she came again.

I held back my own orgasm as I slowly disengaged myself from her. Kneeling on the seat, she kissed me and then said, “Wow! Whose idea was that anyway?”

“Mine,” I declared. “But now let me show you your idea.” I pulled her on top of me and put my dick up inside her hot hole. “Go ahead! Now you fuck me!” She started gyrating on my lap while I liked her exposed breasts and nipples. Soon Sandra yelled that she was coming, and after her tremors subsides, I told her that I was going to give her a heavy load.

“No, please, let me kiss it first,” she said as she quickly got off me and went down on her knees. She started with kisses and then she started giving me an all out blowjob, jerking me off with one hand while the other kneaded my heavy balls.

Soon I was on the verge of exploding. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in your mouth!” I squealed. I realized that this was exactly what Sandra had in mind as she picked up the pace, looking up at me with those emerald eyes. And then I started squirting for what seemed like an eternity, filling her mouth with globs of semen.

Well, my “bachelor party” was a smashing success. The next day I took Elyse to a motel, and once in bed, I gave her all the details. She was so turned on that we had one of our most intense fuck sessions ever. While resting afterward I picked up the phone and called Sandra, letting Elyse listen in on the conversation. After exchanging hellos, I got Sandra into a conversation about our hot sex scene the night before. This made Elyse so hot that she started blowing me as I continued talking to Sandra.

Mr. P.M., North Dakota

It seems Julie has been telling me for years now about her fantasy of wanting to be with several anonymous men. For the past few months, she’s even asked me to blindfold and handcuff her and just act out being several strange men having their way with her.

Well, after thinking long and hard about including other men in one of our love sessions, I finally decided to fulfill my wife’s fantasy on the occasion of our fourth wedding anniversary. I made arrangements with two of the young men where I work to meet us at a nice motel. It is located several miles from our hometown up the California coast and has small, isolated cabins off by themselves the privacy is complete.

Leaving home that afternoon, Julie and I drove leisurely to the motel. I reminded her that she was going to be seduced by several strangers, and she said that I couldn’t have come up with a better gift for her. I had told her to bring along a dress that would afford her body absolute freedom. I would take care of everything else.

Arriving at our destination, we ate an early dinner, and while we sat in the dark, deserted dining room of a local restaurant and I played with her pussy under the table, I told her what was going to happen. After dinner we went to our cabin, and I watched Julie dress for the night of her life. She put on a dress I’d never seen before, with a tight fitting black bodice that exposed her boobs, and a garter belt and stockings. With her long legs and blonde hair, she was truly sexy looking.

Once she was dressed, I put on her soft leather wrist cuffs and blindfold. Tying her hands over her head in the doorway, I began running one of her vibrators over her body. When I saw the first signs of approaching orgasm, I inserted the penis shaped vibrator in her pussy and secured it in place with the thin leather strap that ran between her legs.

I leaned close and whispered, “I am leaving now to bring the other fellows in. I am going to leave you like this for a short while with the vibrator working in your pussy, but before I go, I am going to put these on your nipples, because I want them sensitive when we suck them into our hot mouths.”

Kissing Julie deeply, I attached a nipple clamp to each tender nub of flesh, hearing her sharp gasps as the clamps bit into the tender skin. As I opened the door, I looked back and saw my sexy wife trying to hump her hips against the cock in her pussy, and I listened with excitement to her moans of passion.

I met the two guys as we had agreed and told them not to say a word while in the presence of the woman. They agreed with happy nods of their heads. Returning to the cabin, I watched their expressions when they saw Julie tied in the doorway. I also noticed that both men were aroused, their cocks pushing their pants out.

Motioning for them to begin, I watched as first one and then the other rubbed their hands over Julie’s breasts and ass. Harry immediately pushed Julie’s legs apart and sank three fingers into her sopping cunt, and was surprised to find the vibrator. His other hand was rubbing her ass roughly, squeezing and then slapping the quivering flesh. Paul removed one nipple clamp and began sucking on the tender nub, making my wife moan. During the next hour, both men hand fucked her while she was tied standing in the doorway. No word was spoken by any of us men.

At the end of that first hour, we untied Julie and put her on the large bed. Then the three of us began kissing and massaging her entire body. Showing Harry and Paul what I wanted them to do, I settled back and began stroking my cock. I watched them begin eating Julie’s pussy, both men running their tongues into her hot hole at the same time.

Before the night was over, Julie had come many times. Most exciting was when she got fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time while sucking me off. I shot my load all over her boobs. When both men had made their silent and grateful farewells, I gently carried my wife into the bathroom, gave her a long, scented hot bath and then, carrying her back to the bed, spent the rest of the night making love to her.

We are glad that we tried this while we are still young. It will give us another memory to look back upon when we are old and will make our blood boil for each other for many wedding anniversaries to come.

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

To most people, it seems that my wife and I have the usual happy marriage, but we know what really makes our marriage work so well. In the privacy of our bedroom, I’m her sexy little panty slave.

This all started when we were engaged. June found some lingerie in my apartment just a garter belt, stockings and some lace panties, but she accused me of cheating on her. I had to confess that they were mine or risk losing her. I showed her my collection of Variations magazines and the rest of my lingerie. She read some of the stories on cross dressing and asked me about my fantasies and what I liked to wear.

We had a long talk, and she decided that she would let me wear women’s lingerie if she could always run the scene. It would be our secret. The next weekend we assumed our new roles. Friday night I dressed in a garter belt with pink lace top stockings and white three inch pumps. Then I put on white panties with pink lace trim and a matching bra. I felt so pretty.

I met June at the door with a Rob Roy and served her dinner. After dinner she made me perform oral sex and massage her for several hours until we went to bed. The next day she let me wear a peach camisole and tap pants set. I begged her to let me beat off, but she said that she thought my attitude improved when I was horny. She said that if I continued to please her, she might let me get off the next day.

Sunday I was wearing a pink corset with crotchless panties and white stockings. June tied me spread eagled to the bed and straddled my face. She made me perform oral sex and stick my tongue in her as far as I could. She said that this was how I was to beg for sex when we were in a session. Then she moved down my body and mounted my erection. She rode me until we both came. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.

June straddled my face again and ordered me to lick her to another orgasm or two. I refused to lick my own come. She slapped my face and said she was in control of things, and that if I didn’t obey her, she could just amuse herself with my cock and balls. Soon I had tears in my eyes, but my dick was hard all over again and I was ready for more.

We had a talk later that night about our weekend. June said the power was a real turn on. I told her how sexy it made me feel to be dressed in frilly lingerie and to be her obedient little panty slave. She admitted that I looked pretty in lace and satin and said that she enjoyed dressing me up. By the time we were set to get married, our “panty seductions” were an important part of our relationship.

Mr. V.I., Texas