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SEEING THE SIGHTS IN THE BIG APPLE

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I never thought of myself as a voyeur. My first year in New York, after college, I thought of myself as a done, an aspiring executive forced into workaholism just to keep my head above water in the dynamic company whose managerial ladder I was trying to scale. I didn’t have the time or the energy to go out to the yuppie watering holes in search of female companionship. Then, one night, I found that it’s possible to have a sex life with a woman without even knowing her. Here’s how it happened.

I was sitting at my desk, trying to finish up a report I’d brought home from the office, when an incredible sight caught my eye. Standing in what looked to be the bedroom of an apartment in the building across the street from mine was a ravishing young woman brushing out her long hair. Those dark blonde tresses of hers were covering her bare breasts. Fascinated, I found myself staring directly at her while I took my suddenly erect penis out of my trousers and began almost absently to stroke it while I continued to stare at the vision across the street.

As her arms moved up and down in their brushing motions, I could catch a better look at her breasts. Remembering the binoculars in my dresser drawer, I dashed into the bedroom to fetch them, then returned to my place at the living room desk, where I focused them on the incredible sight across the street. Now I could see her with a startling clarity of vision.

As she brushed her hair behind her head, her naked breasts were there for my binoculared eyes to feast on, and they were indeed a most sumptuous meal. Generously proportioned and perfectly shaped, they were unbelievably lovely, form their deep cleavage to the tawny tips of their billowy nipples. As she tied her hair behind her head, her breasts responded to the motions of her upper arms by jiggling in the most arousing rhythm imaginable.

Her hair up, she began to get ready for bed, rubbing creams on her lovely face while I kept the binoculars fastened on the slight sway of her beautiful breasts. With one hand I grasped the binoculars, and with my other I was rubbing my cock till the sight of her snowy mounds had me coming in my hand. Afterward, I sat there for a long time, savoring the sensation of sexual satiation I hadn’t known for too long a time.

After that, the shade on the bedroom window opposite my living room stayed drawn. But my voyeuristic experience had revitalized my erotic appetite. I began meeting women and started dating three of them, and had a pleasant affair with one and a sizzling one with the other, and so my first winter in the Big Apple passed in a daze of hard work relieved by the pleasure I found in my two affairs.

Then came summer and I saw another aspect to the Big Apple: sweaty, grimy and seething with a raw sensuality. On the hottest day of the year, I came home to hear the gossip on my street the air conditioning system was out of order in the building across from mine. That evening at about ten o’clock I went to the window of my living room and peered with the binoculars into the bedroom that was directly at my eye level. Sure enough, my lovely neighbor was lying in bed in front of the open window, the light from the lamp behind her silhouetting her beautiful nude form.

She was sipping what looked like lemonade from a tall glass and reading a magazine, her flushed and sweaty face facing toward me. She was on her side, propped up on one arm. With the binoculars I could clearly see the flowing line of her curved body and the honey colored tuft of hair between her creamy thighs. I had a heat wave all my own as I stroked myself to a first class climax, all the wile drinking in the sight of the Venus across the street, her nakedness there for my viewing pleasure. It was one summer scenario I will never forget.

Mr. E.B., New York

KEEPING AN EYE ON WENDY

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The first chance I ever had to play the Peeping Tom was in college. Paul and I shared an efficiency apartment, one large room with beds on opposite walls. He would bring his girlfriend, Arlene, home in the middle of the night and, assuming I was asleep, they would get down to it in breathy whispers and hushed exclamations of passion.

Mostly I would just listen to their heated kisses, to Arlene’s kittenish sighs, to the repetitive squish of Paul’s cock penetrating Arlene’s wet pussy. Now and again I would dare to open my eyes, but only for a moment at a time. But dark, brief images of the two of them have never left me: Paul up on his arms, thrusting down into a receptive Arlene, or Arlene bent over on her knees, gobbling away at Paul’s hard cock.

I think the best view I ever got was of Arlene standing away form the bed with her legs spread wide enough to accommodate Paul on the floor between her feet, his body hunched and his face turned up to lick her. To this day I cherish the memory of their finale: Arlene grabbing onto the fireplace mantel, bent in an almost spastic posture that allowed her to keep her feet on the floor while she manically pressed herself to and fro over Paul’s stiffened tongue.

Watching their sex had an undeniable power over me. Sometimes even the reality of sex itself can’t stimulate orgasms equal to those I have experienced with my own hand, just imagining Paul and Arlene fucking. In fact, voyeurism has become the central pleasure of my sex life.

I remember with Judy, who lived with me for two years, I would privately consummate our nights in bed by burying my eyes in the crook of her neck so my mind’s eye could “see” her fuck, one at a time, half a dozen strange men over and over.

In a sense, with Judy and other women I’ve been involved with, sex occurred for me on two planes at once. At the apex of an imagined event, perhaps with some stud or other straddling her face and gasping as he drove himself into her mouth, the real me in a real bed with the real Judy would presto! go off with a surging of my own cock and a torrent of very real come. And while I have come to accept this aspect of myself, I have still found it difficult to tell my partners about it.

Mercifully, it was likewise impossible to keep my secret forever. About five years after my stint as Paul’s roommate, I met Wendy, and the cat eventually got let out of the bag.

She is the most uninhibited lover I’ve ever had, a woman capable of making her desires known without timidity or equivocation. “I’d love it if you’d tie me up tonight and treat me like your prisoner,” she said to me one night. And on another night, “I can’t wait until you get nerve enough to fuck me in the ass.” Asking her if she’s hungry, while we’re out or at home, I am just as likely to get a direct answer as something like “Just for your meat, darling.”

One night, after I had come Wendy having regaled me with a spectacular blowjob as only she can do I told her, “I’d like to watch you do that sometime.” She didn’t quite follow, replying that we could move a mirror to the foot of the bed. “No,” I said, “I meant with somebody else.”

I could not have picked a better woman to go public with. Her eyes lit up instantly and her body seemed to bounce up weightless from its slack position next to me. On her knees, animated, she said she knew just the guy. “He’s very open minded,” she said happily.

A week later Wendy had Alan and me over to her place for dinner. He was bigger than me, muscular and broad boned, and I felt nervous at first about my role for the evening.

After dinner Wendy put some soft music on the stereo and coaxed Alan to come to the living room to dance. To me she cutely said, “Why don’t you bring your wine and, you know, keep your eye on us.”

From the vantage point of the sofa, I watched them, tall Alan and sexy Wendy, who’d done her long blonde hair up in a loose bun with alluring curls draped down the sides of her face, her body packaged in a tight fitting green dress displayed her fetching breasts and adorable ass to their best advantage. As Alan moved her skillfully around the tight confines of the room, my gaze wandered regularly to her ass, and my mind to the many times I’d lovingly thrust myself between her tender flanks.

My arousal level jolted even higher when, with her bottom turned fully to me, Alan dropped his hand down upon it and, with some ferocity, gathered up her skirt, exposing the garters and panties underneath. She responded with an exhilarated sigh and moved closer to him. As I watched his hand working under the elastic of her skimpy underpants and to the flesh beneath them, Alan sent me a mischievous smile over her shoulder.

When the music changed, Wendy began to dance alone, twirling and swiveling seductively while undoing her dress one snap at a time. Alan watched anxiously until she was down to her bra and panties, at which point he buried his face in her pushed up cleavage and came out biting at each nipple. On his knees, he unhooked her bra and yanked off her panties and, working from behind her, reached into her gorgeous sex, teasing and massaging her before sliding a finger up inside her. Wendy swooned, giddily sighing his name.

He was rougher with her than I tended to be, but I could see that she fully enjoyed his assertiveness. My blood was heated in part by sparks of jealousy by Wendy’s subservient undressing of him the fawning attitude she took with his cock when it first came free, referring to it as “this big, beautiful rod” while she fondled it in her hands Alan’s pirate like wielding of his own erection as he thrust it across Wendy’s beautiful face and up into her hair. Every element of their sex scene increased the levels of excitement and envy I was experiencing and so raised the pitch of my fevered lust.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Alan said, and I trailed behind them sheepishly as Wendy led me to a chair she’d moved within closer range.

On the bed, Alan confidently asked her if she was hot, and Wendy answered with a purr. He set her on all fours with her profile to me and entered from behind, his cock seeming gargantuan as it moved in and out of her pussy. She came with a squeal, clutching at his flanks as he pressed himself deep into her. She dropped to her tummy but he quickly turned her over, lifted and spread her legs, re fucking her to another orgasm. As the intensity subsided, she looked at me, smiled and asked, “Are you having a good time, darling?”

“It’s great,” I managed to say, dry in the throat.

In the next half hour, years of roiling fantasies came to spectacular fruition. And not just for me. Because, as I breathlessly watched them move their erotic encounter to within arm’s reach of my chair, watched Wendy finger tease her partner at great length before letting her tongue out of the humid chamber of her pretty mouth, I began to get a sense that there was indeed a range of longings being played out in our sexily candle lit bedroom.

At the first approach of her lips, which she placed ever so lightly over his cockhead, Alan gave forth with a guttural sigh, casting a glance directly at me. The fact that I was watching perhaps heightened his exhilaration. He positioned Wendy so as to give me the best view as she gobbled down all of his reddened shaft.

“Wow. You’re both so hard,” she said, a whispered exclamation. She also made an offer. “You can fuck me while I blow him,” she suggested.

I nodded. “I want to do that,” I said. “But maybe another night.” I didn’t have to explain that, on this night, I needed to just watch. Because my need to play the voyeur, it was clear, was an exact if oppositely disposed duplicate of their need to be exhibitionists.

Wendy, so skilled at the art of the oral tease, kept Alan on the precipice for as long as he could endure which was certainly longer than I could have. Finally, with all of his cock swallowed up in Wendy’s adoring mouth, he gave an ecstatic groan and his torso buckled. Then he just kept on coming, first deep in her throat but, as she pulled away, into her face and hair. I had been carefully stroking my cock at an off and on tempo throughout, and as Alan began to come, I rose out of the chair, tugging myself and rocking rhythmically to a shuddering orgasm.

We all three spent a few quiet minutes just savoring the moment. In a very real sense I had just released five years of sexual tension, and I looked forward to this new erotic freedom with Wendy in the future.

Several minutes passed before Alan broke the peaceful spell. Gently he said, “Do you mind if I fuck Wendy in the ass before I go?” Again, arousal and jealousy surged together in me as I nodded. But as I watched them couple in that naughtiest of positions, I took stock of the wildly erotic phenomenon of this evening and the extraordinary way it had given me the one thing a voyeur dreams of: a good seat near the action.

Mr. B.Y., Massachusetts

A BIRD’S EYE VIEW OF PARADISE FROM A DESOLATE BEACH HOUSE

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Having gotten divorced and lost my job, all within several months, I was experiencing a great deal of emotional turmoil. It was my therapist who recommended that I get away. “Take a trip,” he said. “It doesn’t even have to be far. A change of scenery will do you good. The Caribbean, perhaps.”

I didn’t feel much like flying to the Caribbean, so instead I drove out to Long Island, where my ex and I have a small beach house, one of the few things left to me after the divorce.

It was October, and hints of winter came with every gust of wind. The sky was gray, the beach cold and desolate, and I quickly grew more and more relieved that I was away from the rat race and able to ponder my life in quiet. After just two days, the greatness of nature reminded me of how minuscule my problems really were, and I began feeling confident that I could soon return to the city and get my life together.

My third night I stayed up late reading a novel. Sitting in my favorite chair with a dim light, the surf crashing in the distance, I became absorbed in the story and lost track of time. I was brought to my senses when I heard voices close by.

At first I was startled. I was positive that I was the only one residing in the small row of beach houses. Few, if any, of the surrounding properties were in use after summer. Quickly I turned off the light and crept to the window. I could hear the voices more clearly, and they were coming from the house next to mine. There was a light on upstairs, so I made my way to the upstairs bedroom to get a better look.

Sure enough, I had some company. But it was the kind few men would mind: Two beautiful young women were taking up residence in the house next door. With my eyes glued to their open windows, I watched as the two unpacked. It was thrilling to watch as they pulled from their suitcases an array of frilly underthings, never once realizing that they were being observed.

Before long they were readying themselves for bed. One of them moved to the bathroom, where she prepared to shower. Glancing over at the bathroom window, I noticed that the shade was up. Quickly I moved over to my bathroom. I watched as this beautiful brunette closed the door behind her.

Casually she slipped out of her top and jeans and stood at the sink in a pair of skimpy pink panties and a matching bra, brushing her teeth. She was so voluptuous, so inviting, with a heart shaped ass and a full chest.

Turning her back, she let the water run before she slithered out of her panties and bra, revealing to me the exquisite splendor of her naked body. Instantly I felt my cock stiffen, a pulsing throb of lust rushing through my balls and cock. Without missing a beat, I slipped out of my pants and began stroking my aching shaft.

Once the brunette stepped into the shower, she was out of my sight. So instead of hanging around waiting for her to finish, I rushed back to my bedroom to see what her gorgeous blonde friend was up to. Sure enough, she too was undressing and standing now in the middle of the room in just a pair of panties.

Her perky tits were topped with fabulous cherry red nipples that pointed north and seemed to call out to be sucked. Her body was slender and muscular, her ass jiggling ever so slightly with her every motion.

Lying back on her bed, she wriggled out of her panties and began to run her fingers over her body, teasing her breasts, her nipples, massaging her thighs and abdomen and, finally, sliding a single finger into the wet pink cavern of her beautiful cunt.

Soon she was writhing on the bed, arching her back, as shudders of ecstasy possessed her. I was so drawn to this vision of loveliness that I had forgotten about her other half. But that didn’t matter. For in time, she waltzed right into the bedroom, her hair wet and her body wrapped in nothing more than a towel.

Of course I was expecting her to be shocked and the young blonde to rush for cover. What took place was the exact opposite of what I expected.

The two women smiled knowingly at one another, and then the brunette dropped her towel to the floor. She skittered onto the bed, parting her friend’s thighs, and pressed her mouth to the delectable mound of sweetness between the blonde’s legs. There she stayed, her head bobbing and weaving as the blonde bucked up and down, reaching up to hold onto the bedposts.

Afterward the two cuddled on the bed, playing with each other’s cunt and breasts, nuzzling and hugging until they dozed off.

Watching them lie naked before me was indeed erotic. I had come to the shore to get away from my problems and to search for some inner peace and harmony. And, as hot streams of semen came shooting from my dick, I knew I had achieved my goal.

The following evening I kept abreast of the goings on in the house next door. After the extraordinary scenario of the night before, I didn’t want to miss a trick. The girls were downstairs watching television, and a quick glance through my trusty old binoculars that revealed that what they were watching was a sizzling adult video depicting lesbian love.

Seated on the couch, wearing a fluffy bathrobe, the sexy brunette had parted her legs and was idly stroking her pretty manicured pussy. On the floor sat her friend, but because of the angle, I was unable to see what she was wearing or doing.

It was growing late, and the night was pitch black. Charged with lustful curiosity, I decided to get closer. Quickly I slipped into a dark blue sweat suit and quietly crept over to the side of the girls’ house. I peered into their window and saw the hot blonde splayed on the floor, a large dildo imbedded in her cunt. She pistoned it in and out of her sopping hole with increasing speed. Her friend was rubbing her very bright pink pussy and moaning to beat the band.

The very sight made my cock spring to life, and there in the open air, I lowered my sweatpants and began stroking myself. After I came on the side of their house, I gingerly made my way back to my place.

I remained at the beach house for the rest of the week, each night taking in a lascivious show put on by my two succulent neighbors, and I returned to the city that weekend feeling spiritually and sexually renewed.

Mr. T.K., New York

LOOK OUT DOWN BELOW!

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I started reading Variations four months ago and I must say I’m impressed, but why are all your stories and letters on voyeurism about men? We girls like to look, too, you know. I’ve been an avid crotch watcher for years, ever since I caught a glimpse of my boyfriend’s varsity football coach in nothing but a jockstrap that looked two sizes too small.

And videos? I love videos, especially those amateur tapes that show ordinary but often very attractive couples going at it hot and heavy. Every Friday night is video night for me and my best friend, Abigail. We settle back and watch two or three sexy tapes, often commenting on the performances as pussy juice soaks through our panties. These tapes prime us for Saturday night, when we go out looking for studs with big hoses to put out our sex fires.

Now back to crotch watching. The best place to ogle those lovely, lovely bulges is, of course, the beach. I could stare for hours at some handsome, well muscled dude in nothing but a pair of tight fitting bikini briefs that accentuate his cock to the max. What a feast for the eyes! Believe it or not, I have come in my own bikini just from zeroing in on a bulging cock and imagining its size, how it would look freed from its confines and protruding form the loins of its master.

I know most girls would say that what they notice first about a guy is his ass, and I certainly agree that a well shaped, taut male behind is downright sexy. But for me, even the greatest ass loses some of its appeal if the guy doesn’t have a significant bulge to go with it. I guess you could say I’m a perfectionist: I want a stud to entice me front and back. A nicely rounded, firm butt stuffed into tight fitting jeans with a monster bulge around in front a visual treat coming and going, right?

Now, I also like to look at girls, especially the really pretty ones. That’s because I’m bisexual, although I don’t actively pursue other females. Making it with another girl is a real nice change of pace for me, more gentle and emotional than what I experience with guys, and so if a hot looking female comes on to me, I don’t look the other way. But like I say, if I had to choose one or the other, I’d go with guys.

My aerobics class is comprised of all girls, so I get lots of chances to see my own sex naked in the showers. A good set of boobs is certainly pleasing to the eye, and I also appreciate a nice, curvy bottom, but my eyes will inevitably come to focus on the girl’s pussy, lingering there, not too obviously, as I consider the abundance or lack of pubic hair and its shape. A neatly trimmed pussy on a girl with a great figure will always arouse me, but what really sparks my interest and desire is a completely bald pussy. It’s hard to resist the urge to go down on my knees and bury my face in that hairless hole right there in the shower!

Watching a guy and gal go at it one on one in person, not just on videotape, is something I’d wanted to do for the longest time. And last week, for the first time, it happened. Maybe it was fate, maybe the gods decided it was time to reward their favorite voyeurette, but I finally got to witness a couple in the throes of passion. And who should the female half of this fucking duo be but my very best friend, Abigail.

Abby and I had planned to take in a movie, a matinee, last Saturday, because the weather forecast was for severe rainstorms. The movie started at three o’clock, but at two it was like a mini hurricane outside, so I decided to call Abby and suggest we cancel. No answer. I called again and let it ring a dozen times. Nothing. When I tried a third time with no success, I got real worried. I knew Abby was home, and I couldn’t imagine why she wasn’t answering. My vivid imagination took over and suddenly I had her unconscious on the floor, either too ill to move or the victim or a burglar caught in the act.

Throwing on my raincoat and rain hat, I sloshed out to my car and speeded to her apartment building. I was so nervous, I ran up the four flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. I got to her door and knocked. No answer. I fumbled for her key in my purse and then, afraid of what I might find, I cautiously opened the door and went inside. I had taken three steps when I heard what sounded like a woman in agony. This was followed by “Oh God…oh my God!” Reacting instinctively, I hurried toward Abby’s bedroom with my folded umbrella held over my head, ready to beat on the man assaulting my best friend.

The bedroom door was ajar, and I was about to kick it open when I heard “Oh baby, don’t ever stop. Keep fuckin’, lover. Fuck the shit out of me.” I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned by the realization that Abby, far from being in peril, was fucking her brains out!

Peeking around the door, I saw my best friend on her back with her legs up on the shoulders of the stud slamming his cock into her pussy. Her arms were stretched out on either side, fingers grasping the edges of the mattress. On her pretty face was a look of lust I had never seen before then again, I had never seen her getting balled before.

“Yes, do it, baby,” Abby growled. “Ram that big cock home.”

Big cock? I started wondering just how big it was, and a minute or so later, when the guy pulled out so Abby could flip over and get on all fours, I saw that it was bigger than big. It was huge, by far the longest cock I’d ever seen, let alone had inside me. More pussy juice soaked into my underpants as I watched Abby’s well hung lover aim his monster meat at her pussy and then shove it balls deep inside her. Abby let out a guttural moan of approval, as would any girl under the circumstances, and almost immediately began grinding her ass back against the guy.

My neck was getting sore from peeking around the door for so long, but I dared not expose more of myself. Only for a moment did I take my eyes from the hot scene, just long enough to unbutton my jeans and snake a hand down into my now soggy panties. As I started rubbing my gooey slit, one finger zeroing in on my clit, I peeked around the door again. My viewing angle, although putting a strain on my neck, was close to perfect. I could clearly see the guy’s giant cock slamming repeatedly into Abby’s pussy, making her grunt and groan and gasp with delight.

“How about it in the ass, baby?” Abby’s friend said. “Let me finish that way. In your tight butt.”

“No, you’re too big,” Abby breathed hotly. “I couldn’t take it. Finish me off this way.” I was a bit disappointed, as watching my best friend take something that large up her small ass would have been special indeed. But there was plenty going on to keep me climbing ever closer to orgasm. And not much later the big O was mine, my climax occurring within seconds of Big Cock’s, who let out a savage moan as he blasted his load into Abby, who in turn tossed back her head and cried out in ecstasy. With my knees turning to rubber, I had to stifle my own moan as spasms of pleasure coursed through me.

I grabbed hold of the doorknob to steady myself, and then, as soon as I had my wits about me, I tiptoed quickly out of the apartment and into the hall, closing the front door behind me. Out into the pouring rain I went, realizing, as the howling wind splashed water on my face, that I had left my umbrella outside Abby’s bedroom door. Now how the fuck was I going to explain that?

Once home, I waited for Abby’s call. Sure enough, it came about an hour later.

“Guess what I found outside my bedroom door?” Abby asked, unable to mask a giggle in her voice.

“I can’t imagine what you found.”

“Your umbrella. Your wet umbrella.”

“It can’t be mine.”

Abby was silent for a moment. “Well, then I guess it was left by that pretty blonde who watched Tony fuck me this afternoon. I guess in all the excitement, she forgot it.”

I was ready to confess all and apologize when Abby suddenly started laughing. “I saw you, Robin,” she said. “I saw you peeking around the door. Wasn’t it fantastic? What did you think of Tony’s cock? It’s something else, right? Geez, and he wanted to stick that thing in my poor ass. I wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a month!”

Abby went on to tell me how she had met Tony, a new neighbor, in the laundry room that morning and how, one thing leading to another, they had decided to party in her bedroom that afternoon. In her lust for Tony and what her practiced eye had told her was his larger than life cock, she had completely forgotten about our movie date and, so as not to be disturbed, had taken her phone off the hook.

“I was worried about you, so I “

“I’m sorry, really I am,” Abby interrupted. “But…” she giggled again. “I think I made up for it, don’t you. What I’m trying to say, wasn’t watching me and Tony fuck much better than anything you would have seen at the movies?”

I laughed. “It was better than anything we’ve seen on those amateur tapes. Much better.” A thought suddenly occurred to me, and I asked Abby if Tony knew I’d been watching. “He doesn’t know, but I’m sure he would have been as thrilled as I was to see you. He’s real proud of that cock, you know.”

“Think I could borrow him sometime?” I asked.

Abby was silent for a moment. “Sure, on one condition.”

“And that is?”

Abby giggled. “That you let me watch.”

This coming Saturday, Tony is having dinner at my place. Already placed in the bedroom closet with the louvered doors is a chair.

Ms. R.W., Washington

MOVIE BUFF FINDS FELLOW FILM FAN FOR PUBLIC HANKY PANKY IN DARK THEATERS

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I’m a confirmed movie buff, watching an average of 300 movies a year both in theaters and at home, but I prefer movie theaters. I work from home as a writer so I can make my own schedule, and one of the major benefits is being able to attend matinees. I hate when theaters are crowded and I have to listen to everyone’s commentary and get poked by stray elbows. But recently, I’ve discovered an added bonus to my daytime film viewings that’s because of Pam.

I kept seeing this goth looking girl in the theater during the afternoons, and eventually, when we were both standing in line to buy sodas, she gave me a small smile. I introduced myself, and Pam and I soon became movie buddies. We’d meet up for lunch before the show and discuss our favorite flicks, and even lend each other DVDs. There was a playful tone to our conversations, though I wasn’t sure if she was just a girl who liked to flirt. I found out the truth one afternoon, however, when she took my hand in hers during an otherwise unremarkable thriller. You may think holding hands is boring, but when you’re doing it in the dark with a hot girl who’s running her fingernails along your palm, it’s enough to give any man a boner.

It didn’t take long before my skin was tingling. I was impressed that she’d made the first move, and my dick was so hard I thought it might burst out of my jeans. I snuck a glance at her, and Pam smiled at me, then raised my hand and began kissing my fingers! I’d felt up a girlfriend or two in public, but it seemed like Pam was an expert at the PDA. She took my hand and placed it on her bare thigh. She was conveniently wearing a short black miniskirt and no stockings.

My fingers teased her skin, and even though it was only her thigh, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever done. I was in a public setting, one of my favorites, and a beautiful woman wanted me to touch her. Not just wanted, needed, apparently, because she pushed my hand up under her skirt, where I encountered silky panties that were already damp. I looked at her, and she gave me a smile, so I pressed further, slipping my fingers under her panties. I’d never had to touch a girl while acting like I wasn’t actually doing it, and appearing casual took a bit of effort. I couldn’t exactly get down on my knees and bury my face in her silky pussy, much as I’d have liked to do that.

Instead, I pressed my fingers inside her pussy as far as they’d go, feeling her sex tighten around me. My dick was throbbing by this point, and I hoped she’d return the favor. But first I wanted to make her come, and Pam helped me along, thrusting up against my fingers. Her breathing got heavier, and I wondered if the few other theater patrons might look our way. I didn’t want us to get caught and kicked out, of course, but I can’t deny that a thrill worked its way through me at the possibility of being discovered.

“Yes,” she whispered as I added a third finger, curling them inside her to best please her. I was no longer making any pretense of watching the film, and I’d turned my body toward Pam. She began touching my cock through my jeans as I plunged as deep as I could into her pussy. I had trouble staying as quiet as she was, but I clamped my lips together and focused on the feel of her hand stroking me.

Soon I had to stop her so I could properly get her off. When she came, she soaked my fingers with her juices. I pulled them out, and then made a show of sucking on my fingers, licking them clean of her nectar. I figured we’d leave after that, but she whispered to me, “Let’s finish watching the movie.” What she really meant was, “Let’s finish fooling around,” because soon she was giving me a handjob. She’d opened my pants and pulled out my cock, and while we could have covered me up with her sweater, neither of us made a move to do so.

The naughtiness of our exhibitionism clearly appealed to each of us, and I looked down, watching in the grainy light from the screen as her hand stroked my dick. “I want to straddle you and ride your cock,” Pam whispered to me. “I wish I could do that and let everyone watch.” Those words, along with her thumb rubbing the very tip of my cock, had me spurting all over her hand in no time. It wasn’t my biggest load ever, thankfully, and we had some napkins with us that she used to clean us up.

We sat through the rest of the matinee, and I don’t think anyone was the wiser. That was the start of a relationship that, so far, has only been consummated in movie theaters. Yes, that’s right. Instead of going home together and having full on sex, we prefer furtive quickies in the dark. It’s a way to have public sex that’s still somewhat private, and because we both have free time during the day, we can indulge in our favorite fetish whenever we like.

We’ve taken to exploring other theaters, so as not to arouse suspicion. We’ll go see anything: comedies, documentaries, dramas, chick flicks. It doesn’t matter because we’re not really there to watch the film. In fact, most of the time I could barely tell you who was in it or what happened. Once I was so horny and eager to get started that I spilled popcorn all over the floor in my eagerness to get her bra unhooked.

We’ve figured out how much we can get away with and have come up with inventive ways to tease each other, such as me taking the ice cubes from my soda and rubbing them against Pam’s nipples. Last week, she one upped me, though, by bringing a tiny vibe that she had me use on her.

There we were, two of only about ten people in the theater, and I was making her come with a vibrator. At one point, I heard some rustling behind us, and when I turned, I made eye contact with a man in his early fifties. He knew something was up, but he merely raised his eyebrows at me. Later on, when Pam was blatantly jerking me off, I heard another noise and saw that the man had moved closer to us and had his dick out. I didn’t mind, though the more the merrier. In a way, I was thrilled that someone else was getting pleasure from our illicit act.

Pam noticed me looking and glanced at him. For a moment, I pictured her sucking him or jerking him off. But there wasn’t time to negotiate something like that. Instead, she kept pumping my erection. None of us were watching the action onscreen because the real life goings on were hotter than even the moaning and semi nudity between the A list stars. “I want you to come in the popcorn,” she said.

That was a new twist, but why not? She maneuvered my dick in the right direction, and soon a shower of cream was splattering across the surface of the salty snack, like extra butter. She even reached in and ate some!

That day, when we walked outside into the bright sunlight, Pam kissed me while we stood in the parking lot. Her sexy boldness made me picture endless possibilities: befriending one of the movie clerks and having him join us for a threeway, her jerking off two of us at once, and having her sink to her knees and blow me during a film.

Most women I’ve gone out with are looking for a more traditional relationship: dinners, shows, cuddling at home, but I want a woman with the same spirit of adventure that I have. Don’t get me wrong I’m still a movie buff. Only now when I really want to watch a film, I make sure to go without Pam. All that matters to me is that we keep our weekly dates and continue to enjoy them.

Mr. Anthony L., Via E Mail

SINGLE GUY LUCKS OUT WHEN A RANDY COUPLE PICKS HIM UP AT BAR

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The other night I was having a drink at a new bar that featured hard to find specialty beers. I’d been working nonstop and had finally gotten a night off, so I’d decided to check out the place. I didn’t mind going by myself. Sometimes making plans with lots of people gets too complicated, and most of my guy friends are coupled up, which makes me miss the company of a woman even more. So I sat down, ordered a beer from their impressive selection and got to talking with the bartender. Before long, a beautiful woman walked in and caught my eye. She was gorgeous and just my type: short and Asian, with glistening lips and straight black hair. She wore a cute black dress that hugged her petite body. The only problem was that she was attached to a guy who was clearly her boyfriend or husband. He not only had his arm around her, but his hand was on her ass.

I did a double take when she acknowledged me checking her out. I thought I’d been subtle, but I guess I hadn’t been. Then I almost dropped my glass when she winked at me and smiled. She made her way to the other end of the bar with the guy, and my eyes followed her the whole way. I swallowed hard, and then drained my glass before motioning to my bartender pal, Chad. I hurriedly told him what had transpired as he got me another beer. “Oh, they come in all the time. They like to pick up people for threesomes, so I’ve been told. I’ve seen Helen make out with lots of people here men and women.”

Wow so she had been flirting with me! I’d dreamt about a threesome with two girls, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about having one with another guy. Would he want me to touch him? I didn’t know if I was comfortable with that. Still, the woman was so beautiful I had to pursue this opportunity. I asked Chad to send two drinks their way, on me. No sooner had he accomplished this task than Helen sidled over to me. I couldn’t help looking over to see her guy watching us with a curious expression on his face. “Hey, thanks for the drinks. I’m Helen.” She didn’t offer me her hand to shake, but rather she rose up on her toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. “That was very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m Lyle.” I didn’t know how to say, “And Chad told me you like to pick up extra lovers for threeways,” so I just smiled in what I hoped was an alluring way.

“So, Lyle, why don’t you come over and join us?” she asked. “We can always use a little more company. That’s Wally, my boyfriend.”

“Sure,” I said, trying to act like I didn’t know that she was going to proposition me.

I followed Helen back to where her boyfriend was sitting, and the three of us chatted as Helen ran her hands up and down my arm and Wally’s. At one point, she squeezed my bicep, and then giggled. “What big muscles you have,” she cooed.

Chad gave me a knowing look from across the bar. “So, Lyle, would you like to come home with us?” Wally finally asked.

Even though I’d been expecting an invitation, it was still an odd question to come out of another guy’s mouth. I wasn’t sure how to reply. Wally must have sensed my hesitation because he smiled and said, “Helen has the hots for you she told me herself and when she wants someone, she usually gets him. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hit on you,” he said, reaching over to give me a pat on the back.

“Really?” I asked, still a little unsure that this wasn’t some kind of prank.

“Yes, really,” Helen said, then, in front of everyone, stepped between my legs and pressed her lips to mine. I let my hands drift down to her hips and kissed her, lightly at first, and then a full on smooch. I could feel Wally watching us, and to my surprise, it wasn’t weird but hot. Maybe I’m a closet exhibitionist. We kissed for what felt like a minute or so, and then she sweetly rested her head against my chest. She fit perfectly in my arms, and I knew we were going to have a hot time in bed.

“Okay, I’m in,” I said. I’d have felt like a fool if I’d missed this wonderful opportunity. We left the bar, and I followed them to their car. I wasn’t sure how our seating should be arranged, but Wally magnanimously took care of that.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds sit in the back?” he said, winking at me as he unlocked the doors and slid into the driver’s seat. I held the door open for Helen and got another glance at her fine ass, which I cupped lightly under the guise of helping her into the car. As soon as we started moving, Helen was all over me, climbing into my lap and gyrating against me. She soon found my zipper and began stroking my cock. “That feels so good, but I don’t want to come yet,” I told her, easing her hand off of me. Instead, I turned her around so she was sitting on my lap, facing forward, and I pulled down her top and bra to reveal her breasts, giving my hands and Wally’s eyes a treat. I began to squeeze her nipples as her husband watched. Once I’d gotten used to having another man observing me, I realized I liked it. Besides, Helen was so obviously into what we were doing the heat emanating from her pussy was palpable that I was fully engaged.

“You can pinch them harder,” Wally said, and Helen tilted her head back, leaning against my shoulder and moaning as I did what he’d suggested. I was a little concerned that Wally was spending too much time watching us, and not enough time watching the road, but we safely reached their place soon afterward. Before I could get out of the car, Helen had turned around and shoved her breasts in my face. I immediately started sucking on them. Her sultry moans were music to my ears.

I ran my hands through Helen’s silky black hair, finding her getting more and more energized the harder I bit and teased her nipples. I figured if they didn’t mind us fooling around in the car in front of their house, I didn’t either. Finally, though, Helen panted, “Let’s go inside so I can play with your cock.”

We hurried into their house, moving so quickly I barely got a look around. We made a beeline for the bedroom, where I stripped Helen naked. Without clothes, she was even hotter. She had the tiniest waist, a slight curve to her petite ass, and those wonderful little breasts that I’d already lavished with attention. “I want to spank you,” I said, and without even asking, I draped her across my lap. Wally sat down and began stroking his cock as soon as I did that. Somehow, from the way she’d reacted when I’d cupped her bottom earlier, I had a feeling she’d be into some kinky play. “I want you to thank me after each smack, Helen, or I won’t fuck you.” I didn’t usually move so fast on a first date, but since this wasn’t a traditional date, and the whole thing was so exciting. I figured it was okay to act this way.

Following orders, Helen made sure to say “thank you” after each swat, and the more I smacked her, the harder my cock became. “Very good,” I said, after only ten slaps. I was the one who couldn’t hold out. “How does your slutty girlfriend like to be fucked?” I asked Wally.

Helen moaned when I referred to her like that, and Wally said, “Doggy style bent over the bed.”

“Get in position,” I told her, enjoying my dominant role. She did, and I shoved my cock into her shaved pussy. I could hear Wally jerking off, and for a moment I wondered what it was like when they picked up another girl that’s something I’d like to watch! But then Helen’s clenching pussy was drawing me deeper inside, and I lost myself in the feeling of my dick spearing her tight hole. I reached down and began playing with her nipples again with one hand while giving her the fingers of the other to suck on.

Helen was wild, and even in that position she managed to wriggle and buck, showing me how excited she was. I hate when girls just lie there and think sex is the man’s job. That’s no fun, if you ask me. Helen was different. She was an active participant, alternately sucking on my fingers and saying, “Fuck me like a dirty whore.” It was great.

We all got carried away, and a trio of moans filled the air as I slammed into her hard. For a second, I turned and looked at Wally stroking his impressively long cock, which seemed ready to spurt at any moment.

Then I had an idea. I pulled out, and Helen whimpered. “I want you to suck Wally’s cock while I fuck you.” I turned her around so that I could share Helen with her husband, and she went at Wally’s dick like a starving woman. I don’t know why, but having her stuffed at both ends was so hot to me that I didn’t last long. “I’m coming!” I shouted to my new friends. I decided to pull out, blasting a pool of come onto the small of Helen’s back. It dripped down her sides, and I smeared some around her butt cheeks. Then I moved aside so I could watch her swallow Wally’s load. He had a lot of come to give her, so she couldn’t keep it all in her mouth. Some of it drooled down her chin, and he made her lick up the excess from his fingers.

It felt weird to leave immediately after that, so we had drinks and talked, and later Helen gave me a good bye blowjob. We didn’t exchange numbers, but now that I know they hang out at that bar, I think I might become a regular.

Mr. Lyle K., Bellingham, Washington

AN UNEXPECTED BOA REVEALS THE SEXY POSSIBILITIES OF CROSS DRESSING

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Recently, I moved into a new apartment. The last tenant must have been in a hurry when she vacated the premises, because I found food in the fridge, a few stray books in the living room, and some clothes in the closet. As I was gathering up her left behind belongings, I came across a magenta boa. It was soft and fluffy, and I draped it around my neck, just to be goofy. She’d also conveniently left a full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door so I was able to admire myself and my new accessory. The boa looked pretty good, and the more I swung it around, the more I enjoyed the sensual feel of the feathers against my skin. I started to wonder what it would be like to dress up in women’s clothes, a thought that began to pop into my mind with tantalizing regularity after that fateful day.

I soon found that every night I was coming home and stroking the boa, and then tossing it around my neck and wishing I had high heels to go with it.

One day when my urges became too much, I decided to take an hour long drive to a small boutique where the chances of seeing anyone I knew were slim to none. I admired the store’s selection of women’s shoes, checking out all sorts of footwear, from platform heels to stripper shoes to more office like flats. After I’d fondled countless pairs, a cute saleswoman whose nametag read Cora came over and asked if I needed help.

“I’d like to try these,” I whispered, holding up a black high heel.

“Sure,” said Cora. She didn’t bat an eye and offered me a seat. “What’s your size?

“I don’t know.” I knew my size in men’s shoes, but not women’s, so she had to measure me. I’m sure she acted the same with all her customers, but she was so solicitous, and having her delicate hands touching my feet made my cock hard.

“Go on, try them out,” Cora said, when she’d returned with the shoes. Once I’d slid my feet into them, she helped me stand up, and I took a few hesitant steps, feeling my dick throbbing in my pants.

“They’re lovely,” she said. “Is this your first time in heels?”

“Yes, it is,” I said, blushing even as I was growing more turned on. It excited me to be talking about women’s shoes with her, and it thrilled me that she didn’t seem to have a problem with me being in heels.

“Is there anything else you’re looking for?” Cora asked. Her interest was definitely piqued.

I decided to take a risk. “Well, I have this boa that’s what started all this. It’s hot pink. What do you think would go with that?”

“You can’t go wrong with a black dress and black stockings.” She appraised me as she considered my feminine potential. “And maybe some accessories, like a necklace. You should get your nails done, too. It’s a lot of fun to be pampered. There’s a salon right next door. The lady there would love to help you.”

Somehow I’d gone from draping a boa around my neck to thinking about getting a full on makeover! And I have to admit that I found the whole idea unbearably sexy.

Cora helped me pick out some clothes, including lingerie, and told me to come back and visit her when I was ready to show off my new look. There was something about the way she spoke to me that made me think she was showing more than a friendly interest in me.

After I made my purchases at Cora’s store, I went to the salon next door. She had already called ahead on my behalf, so the owner, Becky, knew I was coming. Becky did my manicure herself, and she didn’t seem shocked in the least when I handed her a bottle of hot pink polish.

As she worked on my hands, I pondered my female name, Stella. The more I thought about my situation, the harder my dick became, and I realized I wanted to share my love of cross dressing with a woman, preferably Cora.

Before I left the salon, Becky asked me what I was planning on doing with my hair and makeup. When I told her I wasn’t sure, she showed me some wigs. I wound up going for a dramatic mane of black hair that fell luxuriously down my back in shiny waves. It was amazing how the wig alone made me both look and feel more feminine. After I’d selected my wig, Becky showed me which cosmetics worked best with my coloring and put together a small selection of samples, and then gave me a quick makeup lesson. I thanked her profusely for her advice and promised I’d return when I was ready for more.

When I got home, I put my whole look together the shoes, stockings, a padded bra, a black dress, clip on earrings, and a necklace. I posed in front of the mirror, feeling my cock swelling within the silky lingerie. Keeping my eyes locked on my feminine reflection, I hiked up my dress and reached into my panties, stroking my erection slowly and imagining it was Cora teasing my cock and balls. I was really turned on, so it didn’t take many strokes of my hand to get me off. It was easily the most intense orgasm of my life, and I couldn’t wait to experience what it would feel like to be with a woman while I was dressed en femme.

When I returned to the boutique a few days later, fully feminized, Cora didn’t recognize me. When I told her I was the guy who’d bought the black heels the other day, she did a double take. “Spin around, show me what you’ve got,” she commanded. I did as she suggested, then took off my coat to reveal a dainty cardigan with white pearl buttons, which was over my pink sparkly dress. The look on her face let me know she wasn’t merely admiring my fashion sense. But then she seemed to grow suddenly shy.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just . . . well, I like women, and you look so pretty and . . . ” She seemed flustered. “I don’t know if you’d be interested, but I’d love to go on a date with you.”

I had never in my wildest dreams expected things to move so quickly. Maybe women felt more comfortable with other women, because even when women were interested in me as a guy, none had ever propositioned me like that. “I’ll pick you up after your shift. We can have dinner together.”

Cora agreed, and I left so she wouldn’t be distracted and could perform her job. I took in a movie to pass the time, and then I picked her up and took her to a Chinese restaurant I’ve always enjoyed that’s a bit off the beaten path.

I asked Cora about her dating life, and she told me about some of her previous girlfriends. She’d never been with a man, but she admitted that she’d been curious. “You’re like the best of both worlds.” Neither of us ate much, spending so much of our time holding hands and talking. From the way she looked at me, I could tell that she wanted me. My cock throbbed inside my panties as I thought of all the naughty possibilities.

“I want you to take me home and show me your boa and your cock,” she finally said. It was a bold and unusual statement, but as I’d learned, she was a bold and unusual girl. I quickly paid the bill and brought her home.

Once there, I lit some candles, and we slowly undressed each other, one piece at a time. I was suddenly nervous all over again, but she seemed in awe of my body. She kissed me all over and then showed me how to please her with my fingers and tongue. I found that just because she was used to women didn’t mean she didn’t like to be fucked hard. She told me about her dildo collection at home and promised I could use one on her.

Then Cora climbed on top of me, stroking my long, black hair, and we made love. That’s the only way to describe it, even though she rocked against me pretty hard, energetically pistoning my cock in and out of her pussy. We’d kissed so much during our coupling that my lipstick wore off. While my cock was still inside her and I was on the verge of orgasm she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my lipstick, and she sensually applied the cosmetic to my lips.

“Gorgeous,” she said softly, and at that moment I came, spurting inside her while she played with her clit and got herself off.

We’ve been seeing each other on and off since that day, but we’re not exclusive, and I confessed to her that I’ve wanted to see if “Stella” can score with other women. Cora didn’t mind, and in fact, she encouraged me to make a profile on a tranny dating site, which I’ve just done, including photos of myself dressed in women’s clothing. I’ll report back when I have some exciting news!

Mr. Stan D., Via E Mail

RYAN’S TATTOOS DRAW THE ATTENTION OF AN EQUALLY INKED BEAUTY

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The girl sitting down the bar from me kept checking me out, or at least she kept checking out the sleeve on my right arm. The koi was half finished, outlined but not colored, but the rest of the sleeve was done. I wondered if she was staring at it because she didn’t know why it was so plain, or if she was into my tattoos. I was about to go over and find out which it was when I saw her stand. I figured I’d missed my chance, but instead of leaving, she started walking toward me.

As she got closer, I saw that she had her own ink peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves of her oxford shirt and her unbuttoned collar. I hadn’t thought to check her out earlier, but seeing the bits of tattoos that were exposed drew me in, and I gave her a quick once over. She wasn’t very tall, maybe five foot three, but she seemed to have a much bigger presence. I figured it was the long, flaming red hair that cascaded halfway down her back from a loose ponytail. She had on pressed gray slacks, the starched oxford and a pair of ratty, beat up Chuck Taylors that had clearly seen better days. I couldn’t figure out where she had come from dressed like that, but I didn’t have too much time to think about it, because she was soon standing behind me, asking if the stool next to mine was taken.

Once she sat down, she introduced herself as Annie and started right in asking about my tattoos. While I rattled off rote answers about when, where and why I’d gotten the sleeve done, I studied the few inches of color that I could see around the edges of Annie’s shirt. I couldn’t make out the designs very well, but I liked the vivid colors that had been used, and the vast amount of skin that seemed to be covered in tattoos. She was definitely my type of girl!

After she’d finished grilling me on my ink, she mentioned that she was a tattoo artist and was curious because the koi on my arm looked like something her boss had done and she was right. Then she asked when I was planning to get the color filled in. “I don’t know,” I told her, “whenever Josh has time to do the work.”

“Josh left,” she said. “But you know, I could do it for you. He taught me everything he knows.”

The way she said it had my pulse pounding, her sultry voice washing over me and making my cock jump, even from such a simple statement. I wasn’t sure if I should trust the integrity of my tattoo to a woman I’d just met in a bar, but my dick didn’t care about how good my ink would look, as long as I got in Annie’s pants. So I agreed to go back to the tattoo parlor with her to see what she could do.

When she stood and turned to walk out the door, her hair swung and I caught sight of an anchor on the back of her neck, the same one I had on my arm, and I knew the only thing I would be thinking about while she inked me was what other tattoos hid under her clothes.

Back at the tattoo parlor, Annie sat me down in the chair and then showed me a few photos of her recent work. She was good, but I could still think of little other than ripping off her clothes and revealing her beautiful, inked body. While I surreptitiously ogled her, Annie started to set up shop, moving ink and needles and lights into place. And then she took off her shirt. She had a small tank top underneath the oxford, and as soon as she took off her top layer “It’s hot in here, don’t you think?” she asked I got an eyeful of her colorful tats. She had three quarter sleeves on both arms, and a large bird over her right breast, which is what I’d seen peeking out of her collar. Already she had more ink than any other girl I knew, and she was still mostly dressed. I got so aroused looking at her that my dick got hard, and it was no easy task to keep my erection hidden from her as she leaned over me to study my sleeve.

I was safe for a while, with the equipment tray blocking my hard on from her view, but when she had to move it to get closer for a better look at my arm, there was no way to conceal my excitement. When she reached across me to bring the light closer, her arm brushed against my cock through my jeans, and that was it. She looked down at me and smirked.

“Did you get this excited when Josh worked on you, too?” she asked coyly. I shook my head. “Well, don’t I feel special!” she replied.

She reached out and squeezed my aching cock through my pants, and I practically exploded right there. I groaned as she started stroking me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. I stared at her arms as she unzipped my pants, hauled out my dick and started jerking me off. The colors of her tattoos blurred together with her arm’s movements, and soon I couldn’t make out a single image. Of course, by then I was as interested in fucking Annie as I was in checking out her body art.

When she pulled back her hand, I started to worry that it was over, but then she ordered me to take off my shirt while she undressed herself. I jumped right to action, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt while I tried to watch her undress. When her tank top came off, I saw a school of fish swimming across her lower back, and when her pants came down I caught sight of another tattoo on her hip. That really turned me on, and my dick grew ramrod straight as I checked her out. I had to fuck her.

Annie didn’t keep me waiting, and a moment later she had my pants pulled down to my knees and she slid a condom onto my shaft before straddling me while I lay back in the chair. Another few seconds later, she started easing herself down onto my rock hard dick. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she slid easily into place I guessed she was as turned on as I was by our shared passion for tattoos. Then she started to ride me.

As Annie’s body slid up and down my cock, I watched the small works of art covering her skin bounce around with her erratic movements. I couldn’t get over how hot she was and how hot her pussy was, too. I grabbed her hips and let my hand wrap around the tattoo there, and when she leaned over me, I started kissing and licking the bird on her chest. I trailed my lips up and down her sleeves and caressed the small of her back, running my fingers over the place where the fish should be. When I wanted to kiss her, I knotted my fingers in her long hair and pulled her to me by pressing my hand to the anchor on the back of her neck. Everywhere I touched there was ink, and I loved it!

She fucked me frantically, and as her fingers gripped my shoulders and the tattoos that adorn them I felt my balls tighten. I knew I was going to come soon. I thrust my hips up into hers, fucking her as hard as I could without bucking her off the chair. I was so turned on that it didn’t take much longer, and in no more than a dozen strokes, I came. I filled the condom, and as I shot my last few drops of semen, Annie climaxed, her juices drenching me.

When we were finished, Annie climbed off me, offered me a trash can for the condom, threw on her panties and tank top, and went right back to work prepping her station to finish my tattoo. I had no idea what to do, so I followed her lead, pulling up my pants and straightening out in the chair so it would be easier for her to work.

That night, she finished coloring in the koi on my arm, and then we went back to my place and fucked some more watching her fill in my tattoo had aroused me again and had apparently turned Annie on, too. It was a wild night, and you can bet I’ll never look at that tattoo the same way again!

Mr. Ryan S., Washington, D.C.

HONEYMOONERS GO WILD! HORNY HUBBY WATCHES HIS NEW BRIDE WITH ANOTHER MAN

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When I proposed to Sage, I was totally ready for marriage, but I knew she doubted that we’d continue to have the super hot sex life that we’d enjoyed when we were dating. “Honey, nothing’s going to change except I’m going to be able to say, ‘That’s my hot wife you’re checking out.’”

“Are you sure?” Sage asked in between kisses, as we made out in the shower while the hot water rained down on us.

“I promise,” I told her, before pushing her up against the tiled wall and fucking her from behind our favorite position.

“Yes!” she cried out as she came, a response to my cock inside her and to our future together.

Well, the wedding was wonderful, and Sage looked gorgeous, but the real fun began on our honeymoon. We stayed at a resort in Panama City. Sage had shown me their brochures and seemed smitten with the idea of relaxing on their beautiful beaches and enjoying the sun. I was looking forward to seeing her parading around in a skimpy bikini, even though I figured we’d be spending most of our time indoors, having sex. But what happened on our honeymoon was even more spectacular than I could have imagined.

Sage did indeed bring an array of swimsuits: five bikinis and two one piece suits one for every day of the week. Yet the resort was such that we had a semi private area where she wound up walking around nude. I couldn’t get enough of checking her out and fucking her on our patio. We eventually explored the resort and discovered a small swimming pool that nobody was using, so Sage stripped down and dove right in. She was splashing around naked and having a great time, so I left her to get us some drinks.

As I stood at the bar, I occasionally glanced over at my wife. Her breasts were exposed, and her head was thrown back. She was looking as sexy as could be. I kept staring at her until someone nearby cleared his throat. “Oh,” I said, startled. “I’m not a pervert or anything that’s my wife. We just got married. This is our honeymoon.” I didn’t owe the stranger an explanation, but for some reason I felt like I had to say something.

“Well, congratulations. I hope it’s okay if I tell you that your wife is one hot mama!” he said. “I’m Dan, by the way.”

“Hey, Dan. I’m Luke,” I said. We both stood there and admired Sage as she shook her hair back and then began fondling her breasts. I was finding that having Dan standing next to me and appreciating my wife’s beauty made me want to offer her to him. Sage and I had often discussed our mutual fantasy of her sleeping with another man while I watched, and I always felt a jolt of pride when other guys would check her out. Maybe our honeymoon was the perfect time to take our fantasy one step further and actually have another man fuck my bride.

“Are you here alone?” I asked, casually glancing down and not seeing a wedding band.

“Yeah, unfortunately. My girlfriend dumped me for her personal trainer, and we’d already booked this trip. I couldn’t find anyone to go with me on such short notice. I really don’t mind but you’re lucky to have such a hot woman sharing your bed,” he said.

“What if . . . you shared our bed, too? I mean, I think she’d be into you, and all I’d want to do is watch.”

His eyes practically bugged out of his head! I almost couldn’t believe I was saying it, but what better way to show how much I honor and cherish my blushing bride than to let her have her another man’s cock? I wouldn’t want to do that back home with one of our friends, but this guy was a stranger we’d never see again, so I was feeling bold.

“As long as you’re cool with that, I’d be honored. I’d show her a good time, too,” he said confidently.

I bought three margaritas, and we carried them back to the pool. “Hey, honey, I made a new friend,” I said as we put the drinks down. She turned and gave us a dazzling smile before covering her breasts with her hands, in a mock show of bashfulness.

“Hi, I’m Sage,” she said, dropping her arms and casually offering him her hand, not caring that she was revealing her breasts.

“I’m Dan,” he said, shaking her hand politely. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your honeymoon.” She laughed, but I sensed serious sexual sparks flying between the two of them.

“Not at all,” Sage replied. “Jump in! And don’t worry you don’t need a suit,” she added, noticing his hesitation. “I dare you,” she added, and then she slid under the water completely.

Dan looked at me, then back at her before taking a big sip of his drink, stripping naked and joining my wife in the water. At first they just circled each other, as if playing tag, and I watched, my dick hard as I pondered the erotic possibilities. I wasn’t in a rush and would’ve been happy to watch them merely frolic, but if I knew my girl, she was going to be the aggressor.

I finished my drink as I watched her slide against Dan beneath the water. This was truly paradise a tropical setting and a beautiful scene as my wife stroked a stranger’s cock under the clear, blue water. “Do you want to be in my pussy?” she asked. “Just because I’m a married woman doesn’t mean I can’t have a big fat cock like yours.” From what I could tell, Dan was even bigger than me, and I’m a decently sized guy!

I realized that nobody was around to see us, and even if there were, they wouldn’t mind what was happening it was that kind of place so I took out my cock. “I want to watch you fuck him,” I said when Sage turned to look at me. She swam over and gave my dick a good suck, just enough to make me moan. I looked up and saw Dan watching me enviously. Then Sage hopped up to sit on the edge of the pool and opened her legs so her new lover could lick her pussy. He was good at it. She started shuddering immediately and came against his tongue a short time later.

Sage slid back into the water and turned so she was braced against the edge, and Dan started fucking her doggy style. I couldn’t see all the action, but watching him hold on to her hips, seeing them engaged and hearing my wife moaning was enough. I was jerking off in earnest, beside myself with excitement, and I came before either of them did, shooting my load into the pool. “Can I come inside your wife?” Dan asked politely. I almost wanted to laugh, but when I nodded, he really started to buck into her hard.

Sage beckoned me over, and I knew she wanted me to play with her nipples. Sage loves nipple stimulation more than any woman I’ve ever met, and as I tweaked them, rolling her hardened nubs between my fingers, she clutched my arms and stared right at me. It was a beautiful moment, especially when her orgasm raced through her body. I wasn’t the one giving it to her, but I still felt intimately connected to her. “I’m coming!” Dan cried out, and soon he was, and Sage’s fingers clutched me even harder at he shot inside her.

When Dan pulled out of my wife, she grabbed me for a lusty kiss before giving one to our new friend.

“Thank you both so much,” he said a few minutes later. “You’ve made my weekend.”

“Well, you’ve certainly made mine,” I said. It was true. That wasn’t how I’d planned to spend my honeymoon, but I loved knowing that I had the girl everyone wanted to be with.

Sage told me later that she wouldn’t mind doing something like that again, but I wasn’t planning on actively seeking other men for her to fuck. However, we did agree that once in a while, if someone special came along, we’d invite the guy into our bed. We haven’t done it again yet, but if opportunity strikes, we’ll be sure to make the most of it.

Mr. Luke M., Via E Mail

CUTE COED EARNS STRAIGHT A’S IN BONDAGE 101

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I was excited to start college both for the educational opportunities and the chance to have an active social life and, hopefully, an active sex life, too. I was a virgin and hoping that the guys on campus would be hot and interested in a girl like me. I’m cute, but I don’t have long, straight blonde hair and big boobs like a lot of the girls who were popular in my high school. I discovered, though, that on a big campus, there’s someone for everyone and I wound up learning a lot more than I’d bargained for.

I spent the first two weeks settling in with my roommates, getting familiar with my classes and new town, and enjoying being on my own. I looked through all the student group listings and discovered that in addition to things like a Spanish club and a hiking club, there was a BDSM club. I may have been a virgin in real life, but in my head, I was a wild woman in bed. I knew that my fantasies involved being tied up and spanked, and talking dirty, but I didn’t know how to attract like minded men. I had a feeling that my standard uniform of jeans, a t shirt and cute sneakers wouldn’t lead most guys to look at me and think “kinky girl.”

The BDSM club was meeting that Friday, and I coaxed one of my roommates, Linda, into joining me, even though she sounded skeptical. “I promise, you don’t have to do anything. It’s not a sex party, just a club, and this time they’re going to be talking about bondage.”

“Okay,” she said, “but if it starts getting freaky, I’m out of there.”

She insisted I wear a little lip gloss and blush, and gave me a low cut pink top to wear along with my darkest black jeans. She wore a skimpy white dress that showed off her tan and her long legs. Neither of us had any idea what to expect, but I was excited. Not only might there be a potential stud in attendance for me, but after all, this was what college life was about trying new things.

The group was meeting off campus, at a discreet location that had a side entrance. As we walked down the stairs, I heard what sounded like the crack of a whip. I was half expecting to see people all dressed in leather, but when I entered, I found a group of twelve people around my age. They were chatting, and one of them was holding a whip in his hand, while a girl was dangling a set of padded purple cuffs from one wrist, but other than that, they looked like normal college students.

They all turned toward us. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Phoebe, and this is Linda. We’re new.” I had a feeling it was obvious that we were new, but everyone greeted us with warm smiles and we were offered cold sodas.

We each grabbed a Diet Coke and sat down. That night’s lecturer was named Mick, and he was going to show us how to use rope to tie someone up. “Any volunteers?” When nobody raised a hand, Linda nudged me. I looked at her, opening my eyes wide to indicate I wasn’t ready for that, but somehow she got my hand in the air, and before I knew it, I was the one volunteering to be tied up.

“Hi, Phoebe,” said Mick. He offered me the rope to touch and whispered in my ear. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’ll be gentle . . . if you want me to be.”

I whispered back, my face flushing, “I’ve never done this before, but I think I’m game. I’m definitely curious.” I felt a spark igniting between us as I whispered in his ear, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Maybe I’d get to find out.

“You can either keep your clothes on or get down to your underwear,” he said to me. “Which do you prefer?” Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I figured. I stripped down to my underwear, grateful I was wearing a new pink and black matching set.

Nobody leered at me. People merely looked on as Mick identified the spots on my body he was going to bind, and discussed how to test bindings to make sure they were tight enough but wouldn’t hurt the sub, as well as other tips. As I offered up my body to him, I felt turned on in a way I never had before. It was exciting, especially because he was paying such close attention to me. Soon my ankles were bound, my wrists were tied behind my back, and he’d wrapped an intricate rope harness around my chest. As he worked, he explained each step to the crowd, but I was so nervous that I barely understood a word he said.

Then he held one last piece of rope and said, “You can also, if you like, wrap the rope around her torso and thread it between a woman’s legs so that it will rub against her pussy.” I certainly hadn’t been hearing the word “pussy” in my classes at my old school! “Would you like me to do that, Phoebe?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Mick tipped my chin up to look at him, and I knew he wasn’t in pure teacher mode anymore, but that he wanted me. “Say it louder, Phoebe, or you won’t get what you want.”

“I’d like you to string the rope between my legs.” He kept looking at me, silently prompting me for more. “So that it presses against my pussy.” I almost whimpered when I said the last word aloud. In the short time I’d been bound with the rope, I’d found it very hot. Every time I moved to see if I could escape my bonds and found that I couldn’t, I got even wetter. Being trapped somehow made me feel safe, because Mick seemed like he would take care of me. I trusted him to release me if I really wanted him to. Since my ankles were bound, he had to wedge the remaining rope between my legs, and his fingers grazed my pussy as he worked. I was pretty sure he knew how excited he was making me.

My face burned I couldn’t look at Linda, or anyone else in the room, save for Mick. When he was done, the rope pushed my panties firmly against my sex. As Mick took a ruler and pointed to various parts of my body and lectured the crowd, I felt objectified in a good way. I’d never had the chance to experience anything like this before, and my hunch had been right: I was definitely kinky.

When Mick was done explaining the fundamentals, and people had asked questions, the group broke up. People mingled, and Mick stood in front of me and said, “Do you want me to untie you now, Phoebe?”

I was torn. I obviously couldn’t leave the building without him untying me, but I liked what he’d done. “Not yet,” I said, and he stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his jeans.

“Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to touch your breasts? Do you want me to tickle you?” He trailed a finger down my cheek, and my lips automatically parted when he grazed them.

“Answer me,” he said, his voice deeper and gruffer than it had been moments earlier. Mick tugged lightly on my lower lip, and I moaned, before saying, “Yes to everything.”

He placed one hand on my ass as he pulled me closer, then kissed me. The pressure of his body against mine, plus the commanding way he took charge, combined with being unable to escape, all made me really horny. “You like this, don’t you, Phoebe? I bet you wish you were naked right now, and that rope was rubbing right up against your bare pussy lips.” His breath was hot on my skin, and I squirmed, amplifying all the sensations he’d created.

“Yes, I do.”

“Maybe if you’re a good girl, one day I’ll take you home, spread you wide open on my bed, and tie your wrists and legs so you’re fully available to me. I’d play with your pussy while you can’t get away, and maybe even add a gag so nobody can hear you scream.”

A gasp escaped my lips, and I squirmed even more. “It’s too bad you can’t suck my cock right now,” he said, “because I think you’d look so hot doing it.” He rubbed himself against me again, then walked behind me and manipulated my body so my fingers could touch his hardness. It was only a tease, though. He kept whispering the filthiest fantasies in my ear, and when he finally untied me, I was so aroused I thought I might come spontaneously.

“Come back next week, Phoebe, and in the meantime, I want you to think about what you want me to do to you when I tie you up. Write it down for me. That’ll be your homework. Somehow, you strike me as an A student.” He gave me one last kiss, and I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. When I emerged, I found Linda flirting with a cute guy she told me she’d be home later.

I rushed back to my dorm room and masturbated, thinking about all the naughty things I wanted Mick to do to me. Since then, he’s done all of those and more, but I’ll save our latest encounter, where he took me to a sex party, tied me up and let men and women come over and fondle me, for another letter. Needless to say, it turns out that I am indeed an A student in bondage and in school!

Ms. Phoebe W., Via E Mail