DOUBLE PENETRATION OF HIS LOVELY WIFE THRILLS MAN HIDING IN BEDROOM CLOSET

Posted on October 29, 2010 by The Editors

Wanting to spy on my wife while she was getting fucked had become a compelling desire ever since the night I sniffed her come soaked panties when she got home late one time. As I stood beside the bed, Jocelyn’s soiled, damp panties in my hand, I realized that instead of feeling jealousy, my reaction was one of sexual excitement. My cock was hardened to a massive bulge inside my pants as I imagined my wife screwing another man.

It was just a week later that Jocelyn told me she would be working late again that evening. As I waited for her to come home, I found myself jacking off to images of my wife and her lover indulging in all manner of sexual diversions. I realized that, far from feeling angry with Jocelyn, I felt an overwhelming desire to share in her affairs. I wanted her to tell me all the details of her outside lovemaking, and, most of all, let me watch her with her lover. In short, the voyeuristic side of my nature had emerged, one that I hadn’t even known existed.

When Jocelyn arrived home my mind was in turmoil, but I knew I had to approach her. I called her over to me as I lounged in an armchair, and as she drew near, I ran my hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thigh. She just stood there trembling as I worked a finger past the elastic of her panties and into her soaking pussy. My heart was beating wildly as I drew her out and got her to tell me that she’d been having sex with Tony, a sales rep from her office, since long before our marriage.

I told her that I didn’t mind, and to prove it, I undressed her and took her then and there on the living room carpet. It was a fantastic feeling as I slid into her juicy pussy, using Tony’s semen for lubrication. I told Jocelyn how much I enjoyed knowing what a sexy wife I had, and as we worked toward a shared climax, she finally realized I meant it.

The outcome of all this was that my wife began to tell me everything that happened between Tony and her. I started encouraging Jocelyn to wear sexy lingerie, and she would tell me how Tony would undress her down to garter belt, stockings and high heels before they screwed. Jocelyn even began to go out for drinks with some of her single girlfriends, and occasionally she would allow men to pick her up for one night stands. Each time, my wife filled me in on all the details when she got home. Then, after a little more than a year, I finally persuaded Jocelyn to let me watch one of her sexual encounters.

Jocelyn phoned me at work one afternoon, and I could tell by her voice that she was sexually aroused. She told me that if I wanted to see something special, I should hide in the closet that night. After work I raced home and immediately stripped down to my underwear. My cock was near the bursting point as I secluded myself in the closet to await my wife.

I waited there almost two hours before I heard a car pull into the driveway. I heard my wife’s voice as she said that I wouldn’t be home for at least two hours. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. As Jocelyn entered the bedroom, she glanced at the closet door and smiled. However, I received the surprise of my life when not one but two handsome men followed her in! One of them I recognized as her friend Tony, and the other, as I was to learn later, was Tony’s friend Mickey.

As soon as the two guys entered the room, Mickey began passionately kissing my wife. From my vantage point, I could see his hands caress her pert behind while she rubbed her crotch along his leg. Suddenly my view was blocked as Tony moved in behind Jocelyn and began to unbutton her silky dress. Soon it was completely down to her waist. My wife then wriggled away from Mickey and slipped her dress over her hips to reveal the lacy white garter belt, bra and panty set I had given her on our anniversary.

I was filled with pride as Mickey exclaimed, “Damn, she’s got a great looking body!” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, and she knows how to use it, too.” Jocelyn just smiled and began to parade back and forth in front of the two men while they slowly removed their clothes. I noticed that Tony had a very large cock, but what really surprised me was the size of his friend’s cock. It looked to be at least eight inches long and almost as thick as my wrist! Jocelyn gasped when she saw I, and I knew she couldn’t wait to feel it moving inside her.

When Mickey had finished undressing, Jocelyn knelt in front of him and began to kiss and caress his cock and balls until he was fully erect. Meanwhile, Tony unfastened the clasp on her bra and her full breasts came spilling out. He began to knead her breasts and pinch her pink nipples with one hand while tugging her panties down with the other.

Tony slipped first one then two fingers up my wife’s gooey pussy as she continued to suck Mickey’s gigantic cock. As Tony played with Jocelyn’s pussy, he asked Mickey if Jocelyn didn’t give great head. Mickey responded, “Fantastic! But I want to try some of that sweet pussy. Let’s get her up here on the bed.”

Hearing this, Jocelyn pulled away from Mickey’s cock and stretched out on the bed, pulling her knees up to reveal her soaking pussy. Mickey moved up between her legs and Jocelyn helped guide his cock into her juicy love hole. This was the moment I had waited for and I began to jack off like never before.

Never in my life had I seen my wife look so beautiful. Her stocking clad legs were wrapped around Mickey’s back as she bucked to meet his every thrust. She was whimpering with pleasure when suddenly she cried out, “Fuck me! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” Seeing my wife in the throes of orgasm triggered my release, and I began to frantically pump my cock until I splashed semen all over the inside of the closet door.

When I had regained my composure, I looked out to see that Mickey had rolled Jocelyn over until she was astride his massive erection. Mickey looked over at Tony and winked while spreading Jocelyn’s asscheeks and working his middle finger into her pink asshole. Tony immediately got the message and he knelt behind my wife’s upraised bottom. Jocelyn was oblivious to what the guys had in mind until suddenly she felt Tony’s hard prick brushing against the cheeks of her ass. “Oh! Yes! Stick it in my ass!” she squealed as Tony spread her juices into her rear entrance.

Tony gently probed her asshole with his cock and then, suddenly, Jocelyn pushed back with her hips and his cock slid all the way into her tight ass. Both guys began to pump in and out as Jocelyn groaned with pleasure at her first double fuck. I could see her toes curling with pleasure. She was coming on almost every stroke when Mickey suddenly growled in animal pleasure and sent his load gushing into Jocelyn’s pussy.

Meanwhile, Tony was slowly building to his own orgasm, as he started thrusting harder and deeper into my wife’s rectum. Jocelyn looked over her shoulder. “Does my asshole feel good?” she asked. “I love your cock in my ass.” She then reached back with her right hand and began to knead Tony’s swollen balls until he shuddered and sent loads of come pouring deep into her rear passage. The three of them collapsed together, completely drained from their frenzied lovemaking.

As soon as the guys had left, I immediately jumped into the bed next to my well fucked wife. When I told Jocelyn I had masturbated while watching her, she giggled and said, “Next time maybe I’ll bring three men home.” She told me she had gotten an extra thrill from the sex knowing I could see and hear every detail. As we discussed the evening’s events, we both became more and more excited, until I finally slipped my cock into her soaking pussy. Although my prick is smaller than either Mickey’s or Tony’s, I was able to bring Jocelyn to yet another orgasm before I added my semen to her overflowing pussy.

That was four years ago, and since then Jocelyn has been with quite a number of men. She has met them at work, at her health club and at bars when having drinks with friends after work. We both are very pleased with our marriage and, in fact, our sex life is better now then ever.

Mr. R.Y., Ohio

GORGEOUS WOMAN OFFERS MALE FRIEND VISIONS OF HER SEX

Posted on October 28, 2010 by The Editors

Tracy and I worked together as production managers in a trade magazine company. Our desks were situated a few feet from one another in the office we shared. In time Tracy and I became good friends, and although in her mind our relationship was purely platonic, for me there was always more.

Tracy was a tall, athletic, blue eyed blonde with full breasts, long, muscular legs and an exquisite bottom. She was very intelligent and possessed an acerbic with that often left us in stitches. She was every man’s dream girl. But she was totally unaware of her steamy sexual allure and, consequently, overlooked the many subtle invitations that came from the other men in the company.

Tracy was more comfortable in the company of just a few close friends, chatting over lunch or having a few cocktails after work. I felt privileged to be her friend, and though I wanted very much to become more intimate with her, I realized that any advances I might make could very well ruin what we had. So, instead of coming on to her, I simply accepted our relationship for what it was.

But as our friendship grew, we began to do more things together outside the office. And the trust between us served as a solid foundation for something truly special and meaningful. I had become so much more than just her favorite coworker I was her confidant, her moral support. I cheered her triumphs and consoled her in defeat. We were soon inseparable, yet still not lovers.

We joined a gym together, which was where I first began to obsess over Tracy’s sensational body. Sure, I had seen her in the office in a short skirt, and I’d been with her on weekends when she’d wear tight jeans and see through blouses, but to see her in shorts and watch her bending over, her supple thighs stretching, her tits bouncing about, brought shudders of passion to my spine.

And while running around a track, lifting weights and doing aerobics were all gratifying experiences, the sight of Tracy sauntering about in a one piece swimsuit was greater still. She made my heart stop, my stomach flutter and my cock swell. Her nipples poked against the wet pink lycra, and the suit rode up high on her curvaceous thighs and disappeared into the tight crevice of her succulent buttocks.

Just being near her made me dizzy, and as we lounged by the side of the pool, Tracy with a towel wrapped around her neck, I was able to steal glances at her inviting pussy as she parted her thighs and rested her feet on a bench. I could actually make out the shape of her cunt and could tell that she took the time to groom her pubes, for a good part of her pubis was revealed and sexy traces of stubble could be viewed from where I sat. Titillated by Tracy’s splendor, I later rushed into a men’s room stall to jerk off before taking a shower.

Often at work there would be lulls, and we would go for a couple of days with hardly anything to do. It was during this time that Tracy and I would chew the fat and she’d get heavily involved applying makeup, painting her nails or something of that kind.

On one particular day she decided she wanted to paint her toenails. Half kiddingly, I suggested that I do it for her.

“Okay,” she said, holding up three bottles of nail polish. “Which color do you think is the prettiest?”

It was just after lunch, and we had closed the door to our office for privacy. I knelt on the floor, took her delicate foot in my lap and began applying blood red polish to her beautiful, feminine toes. While I did this, Tracy lifted her skirt high up onto her thighs, giving me a sensation view of her white silk panties. I was in heaven. I could feel my cock swelling as I imagined what it would be like to rest my head between her well toned thighs and taste the sweet nectar of her cunt.

As I applied the polish, I gently cradled her foot in the palm of my hand, allowing my fingers to slightly fondle and massage her high, sexy arch.

“Ooh,” she cooed. “That feels marvelous. You have a wonderful touch.”

Well, that was all the encouragement I needed. Pretty soon I was massaging her pretty little feet, all the while inhaling the array of scents, from the leather of her shoe to the sweet smelling perfume she wore to what I could only imagine was the fragrant scent of her arousal. I was absolutely enthralled, and she smiled with satisfaction as I rubbed her ankles and casually moved up her calves.

Of course, soon it was back to work, but I was unable to concentrate. All I could think of was how beautiful Tracy was and how much I desired her. Still, I realized the danger of making any sexual overtures and chose to maintain what we already had. Again I crept into the men’s room, and in the privacy of a stall, I stroked my aching cock until I came.

I soon realized that although I wanted to make love to Tracy, I was receiving a great deal of satisfaction just being around her. The very sight of her, the thought of her, turned me on. I could simply watch her walk down the hall or take a sip of water from the fountain, and I would feel the pangs of lust in my loins and my cock would quickly thicken.

In the summertime I would get off when she wore sheer blouses or shirts that allowed generous glimpses of her bra or breasts. I found myself titillated by her darkly tanned knees and thighs. One day we went to the beach. Tracy, who was in a bikini, asked me to put lotion on her back. The thrill of touching her smooth flesh was positively ethereal. My fingers rode over her spine and dipped down to the dunes of her back, then ran over her ripe rump and continued massaging the backs of her thighs.

On her birthday, a few people from work and I took Tracy to a local nightclub to celebrate. The night was filled with great fun. She and I spent a good deal of time dancing together on the dance floor, but as the night wore on, it became apparent that Tracy had had too much to drink.

With some difficulty I finally managed to get her back to my place. It was a Friday night, so there was no work the following day. I thought it best for her to crash at my house. At least that way I’d be nearby should she need anything. Admittedly, I also had selfish reasons for wanting Tracy to come home with me. She was, after all, my ultimate fantasy.

But I realized too that I would not be able to make love to her in her condition. I helped her over to the bed and tenderly, and with much care, removed her clothing. She was barely awake as I slipped her blouse over her head. I laid her back on the pillow and stared lustfully at her full breasts, her nipples cherry red and erect.

Regaining my composure, I slowly slid her skirt over her perfect hips and, finally, took the liberty of lowering her panties. There before me lay Tracy, completely nude, a vision of heaven just a touch away. However, I certainly did not want to violate her trust and the strong friendship we had developed. So, standing above her, I removed my clothes and began stroking my thick erection, vivid images of Tracy and me making passionate love fueling my lust.

I was beyond the point of no return in minutes. I could feel those familiar spasms of passion clawing at my tight balls and squeezing my boiling fluids up and out of my loins. My semen blasted forth, spilling onto the sheets that covered her sexy little feet. I cleaned up the stickiness, put Tracy in one of my big shirts and covered her with a blanket.

The following morning, Tracy awoke with a terrible hangover. I gave her a rundown of the night, including an explanation of how she ended up in my bed wearing just a shirt. I, of course, had slept on the couch.

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known,” she said in a voice full of sincerity. “I love you.”

The words truly shook my world. They were the words I had longed to hear. And, as she came over to kiss my cheek, her breasts brushing sensually against my bare arm, for the first time I sensed a similar hunger in Tracy, a passion, a need, that ignited a flame in my soul.

I fixed Tracy breakfast, and we spent the morning quietly gazing at one another. It was suddenly so clear to us both that what we were searching for was right in front of us.

Mr. T.H., New York

SHUTTERBUG DEVELOPS AN INTEREST IN SHOOTING “WILDLIFE”

Posted on October 27, 2010 by The Editors

I got into photography about four years ago, finding it an enjoyable and challenging way to unwind when away from the office. I’m still learning about lighting, composition, film developing, etc., but I’ve progressed to the point where I now consider myself a very good amateur.

What I enjoy most of all is setting out early in the morning and spending the day roaming the countryside in search of interesting and unusual shots. A few years ago I purchased a lakeside cottage in the Hudson Valley region of New York State, and it’s there that you’ll find me most weekends in the late spring, summer and early fall. Not in the cottage necessarily, but in the glorious hills and valleys surrounding it, camera bag slung over one shoulder, knapsack containing my lunch on my back, binoculars around my neck. I’m always on the lookout for that special shot, and last Sunday I happened to come upon some “wildlife” that nearly took my breath away.

I awoke around ten o’clock, fixed myself some breakfast, and then, in my usual garb of t shirt, jeans and sneakers, walked out into the backyard and down to the water’s edge. It was a gorgeous summer morning, and I sensed it was going to be a good day, picture wise, unlike the day before, when it had rained. As I looked out across the lake, I saw two people in a small sailboat. Simple curiosity took me inside for my binoculars. When I returned to the lake and fixed my binocs on the boat, I discovered that it was Jennifer and a young man I assumed was her boyfriend out for a late morning sail.

Together with her father, Jennifer runs the little general store I often stop in for supplies on my way to the cottage. In the course of one of our little chats, I learned that she was twenty three and in her final year of college. What I didn’t need to be told was that she was incredibly beautiful. With the bluest eyes, hang straight hair the color of Iowa corn, and the kind of young, nubile body middle aged men dream of waking up next to, she was a delight to behold.

Although we had developed what I liked to think of as a kind of friendship and were on a first name basis, I knew that because of the difference in our ages, I would have to be content with appreciating her on a visual level only. Still, that didn’t keep me from fantasizing about her, about what it would be like to bare that ripe, succulent body and sink my raging hard on into the heavenly softness of her slick pussy.

Anyway, I went back inside the cottage and, over a second cup of coffee, got my camera equipment together. Half an hour later I was off. I had decided that I would try to circle the lake, which I figured would bring me back t the cottage around nine that night. It was a long walk, but there was a path that surrounded the lake, and as the terrain was flat, I thought I was up to the challenge. In any event, I was eager to get some shots, because I had been shut out the previous day.

About two hours later, as I sat sipping water from my flask, I saw the sailboat again. It was heading for the shore at a point about a hundred yards from me. Through my binoculars I watched Jennifer’s boyfriend pull the lightweight craft onto dry land. Then, holding hands, the two of them ran laughing into the woods. I don’t know why, exactly, but suddenly I was eager to resume my journey. Perhaps deep down I knew they weren’t going into the woods to bird watch.

I made my way along the path, slowing down considerably when I was about forty yards from the sailboat. At that point I began thinking of myself as a hungry animal, stealthily approaching its prey. With my cock stirring in my jeans, I got off the path and carefully, quietly worked my way through the bush to a small clearing in the woods. Peeking around an ancient oak tree, I saw them. Jennifer and her boyfriend were bare assed naked, their clothes scattered all around them.

From my vantage point I had a beautiful, unobstructed view, but, as I wanted a better one, I got out my binoculars. I could feel my heart beating as I focused on Jennifer and her boyfriend. She was flat on her back on the grass, her knees up and splayed, her face a mask of pleasure as her boyfriend lay between her legs and orally worshipped her pussy.

I took one hand off the binoculars and with it started rubbing the bulge in my jeans. Less than a minute later, as Jennifer and her boyfriend changed places, I unzipped my jeans and hauled out my swollen cock. I watched as if glued to the spot as the lovely Jennifer, curled up alongside her lover, began feasting on his meat. It was obvious that she loved giving head, for she was licking and sucking with gusto, every so often swooping down to take all but an inch or so of her boyfriend’s cock down her pretty throat. His soft moans suggested he was enjoying her mouth work.

Standing there behind the giant oak with my cock sticking out of my jeans, pointing skyward, I realized that I wasn’t behaving in a very mature fashion. Not that I cared. In fact, I decided that I wanted a record of my first voyeuristic escapade, something I could refer to from time to time whenever the mood struck.

Dropping to my knees, I set my camera bag on the ground, opened it and got out my camera. Fortunately, the zoom lens was already attached, saving me precious seconds. Up on my feet again, I switched the camera on and peeked out from around the oak tree. Looking through the lens, I saw that Jennifer was now on her hands and knees with her boyfriend behind her preparing to slit it into her doggy style.

At any other time I would have been concerned about the composition of my shot, the lighting, the background, but this was not any other time and so I simply started snapping the shutter. One thing I had going for me was my angle of vision: I had an unobstructed view from the side. It was almost as if I was an unseen spectator at a live sex show, the performers positioning themselves to give me the best view possible.

As I captured the fucking couple on film, I was glad I had loaded the camera with a roll of film on which I would get thirty six photos of the action. To have had to rewind and load up with fresh film would have cost me precious time!

Jennifer and her boyfriend were still going at it when I took the last picture. Setting down my camera, I again brought the binocs up to my eyes with one hand. With the other I stroked my raging cock. It was obvious from the expression on her face and from the way she kept thrusting her ass back to greet her boyfriend’s thrusts that Jennifer was loving every second of their fuck.

Throwing caution to the wind I stepped out from behind the tree as I continued looking through the binocs. They were too far gone, I reasoned, to notice me. In fact, I doubted they would have noticed a herd of stampeding rhinos at that moment. Suddenly Jennifer pulled away from her excited friend’s thrusting cock and swiveled around to take it in her mouth. No doubt he had told her that he was ready to shoot and she wanted his creamy load in her mouth. But no, the lady wanted it on her face! A few rapid sucks of the soon to explode cock and then she was straight back on her haunches, head tilted up as her boyfriend took dead aim at her beautiful face.

I cursed myself for not having saved some film for a come shot. Through the binocs I saw the lovely Jennifer’s face get splashed with semen, and a moment later semen was spurting from my cock in an arc to land atop the knee high bush in front of me. Breathing hard, I ducked behind the tree again, crouching low, suddenly panicky at the irrational thought that I had been seen by someone, somewhere, and would soon be in deep shit.

The fear passed as I calmed down, and several minutes later I heard Jennifer and her boyfriend laughing. When I peeked out from behind the tree, I saw them walking back to the sailboat. I smiled. I was home free. Now I couldn’t wait to get back to my cottage and develop the roll of film.

Much to my delight, every shot came out just fine. I found myself with thirty six color prints, most of which I intend to enlarge, of the beautiful Jennifer getting royally fucked doggy style by her good looking boyfriend. I got so excited in the darkroom that I jerked off a second time!

I still regret not taking any shots of Jennifer taking all that creamy come on her pretty face. But I console myself with the knowledge that there’s always next weekend, and the one after that. With a lot of luck, before the summer is over I will have shot enough pictures of Jennifer in action to fill a whole scrapbook of photos!

Mr. P.F., Massachusetts

FASHION FORWARD TV FINDS THAT THE DRESS DOES MAKE THE MAN

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

The only publication left in the rack in the waiting room at the dentist’s office was a women’s fashion magazine. Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead reading something like that not in public, that is but with all the other reading material taken, it seemed safe to pick up the oh so feminine glossy. I flipped through it casually, trying not to appear overly interested, but when I came across a spread on spring fashion, I slowed down. The models were cute, which is what I’d say if anyone asked why I was looking at it, but what really grabbed my attention were the maxi dresses they were wearing.

For any guys who aren’t in the know, a maxi dress is a floor length dress, called a maxi because it’s the exact opposite of a miniskirt. These long dresses were in again, and everyone was making them. The magazine had a listing of who made the best maxis for different body types, and I couldn’t resist taking notes with my BlackBerry. The “athletic” and “plus size” descriptions sounded like they’d be perfect for me, and I didn’t want to miss out on the latest fashion trend.

Usually I try to wear short, tight dresses or skirts when I dress up, but a long, flowing maxi dress seemed like the perfect disguise for a cross dressing guy like myself. With a padded bra and a light cardigan to cover my muscular shoulders, I was sure I’d have no trouble passing for a woman in public.

As soon as my dental appointment was over, I rushed to the mall and started looking for the stores on my list. After much browsing and a few curious glances from salesgirls, all of whom were told I was “shopping for my wife” I finally found the perfect dress. I chose several in bright colors, paid the cashier and rushed home to try them on.

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn’t get over how good I looked in my Caribbean blue dress. The halter style top helped make my flat chest look more voluptuous, even without my padded bra, and the high waist meant that it flowed easily over my hips and my hard on. With this dress, I wouldn’t need to stuff my dick into skintight shapewear to hide my erection the dress would hide my true identity all on its own. I twisted and posed in front of the mirror for at least fifteen minutes, admiring myself in my new dress. This calls for a night out, I thought as I continued to ogle my reflection.

I carefully pulled the dress off and laid it on the bed so I could get ready. I showered, shaved and washed my hair. I buffed my skin with a sugar scrub I’d bought only days earlier, and I even put on my ridiculous green face mask to clear my pores. Then, when every inch of my body was sparkling clean, I moved on to hair and makeup. That’s always my favorite part of dressing up. Matching my makeup to my mood and styling my hair turns me on almost as much as slipping into a hot new dress does. Perfecting the finer details of my femme look makes the experience most exciting for me, and I almost always have to jerk off before I get dressed so that I don’t accidentally come on my outfit.

I decided to go light, with just a coat of foundation and a bit of pale pink blush and peach eye shadow. Even my mascara was light, since I opted for brown instead of the usual black. Then I opened the cabinet of wigs and tried to choose. The black bob was too harsh for the dress, and I was sick of being a brunette, so it was down to the long red wig or the one with shoulder length blonde waves. I held them both up to the dress and decided that blonde looked best.

After putting on my bra, panties and dress, I slipped into a pair of white sandals, pulled a white wrap around my shoulders and headed out the door, looking and feeling like a million bucks.

It wasn’t quite beach weather yet, but I knew that the seaside bars would be packed for the start of spring, and my favorite beach bar was the perfect place to show off my new look. When I walked in the door, it was more crowded than I’d expected, but that was exactly what I wanted. The bigger the crowd, the easier it would be for me to show off a bit.

There were at least a dozen girls in dresses like mine between the front door and the bar, and I was glad I’d picked up my own dresses before the trend had a chance to really take hold and the dresses sold out. They seemed to look good on everyone, too, even the women who looked like they’d never worn a dress in their lives. I knew then that I’d fit right in!

I approached the bar and managed to find an empty stool, next to an attractive gentleman, no less. I ordered a gin and tonic and turned on my stool to watch the crowd as some people danced and others stood around talking. The guy next to me was also checking out the crowd, and after a minute of him looking everywhere else, I finally caught his eye. He smiled and looked me up and down appreciatively. We began chatting a bit, and I tossed my hair and batted my eyes like any other coquettish young woman. He seemed impressed with me, and when a slower song came on, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd to dance, our drinks forgotten.

Mitch and I swayed to the music for a few minutes, the tight space causing us to bump into the other dancers. When we got sandwiched between two couples, it forced our bodies closer together, and when we were chest to chest, Mitch leaned in and kissed me. My lips moved eagerly against his, and when his tongue begged entry to my mouth, I happily granted it. We must’ve stood there for ten minutes, just kissing, but by the time we broke apart, I felt his erection pressing against my thigh.

A moment later, I knew Mitch felt my hard on, too, from the shocked look on his face. He stared at me curiously for a moment, as if wondering what to do about his discovery. For a moment I thought he was going to push me away, but then he shrugged his shoulders and pulled me close again. He didn’t care!

Telling Mitch I needed some air, I grabbed his hand and dragged him outside. The wind had picked up and was blowing the cold ocean breeze toward the bar’s back deck, which was entirely deserted. I found a spot hidden from view of the other bar patrons and stealthily pulled Mitch into the shadows with me.

We started kissing again, our hands groping and grabbing each other. But in the quiet, dark corner, things heated up much more than they had inside. This time I was able to unzip Mitch’s pants, and the hard cock I found inside got me excited and caused my own dick to stiffen. I started stroking him as our lip lock continued, and then I broke away and dropped to my knees. I needed to taste him.

I licked his shaft over and over, getting him nice and juicy before taking him in my mouth. I sucked him hungrily, making sure to pay attention to his balls, too. When his dick started to pulse, I prepared to swallow his load, which I was sure would pour down my throat any second. But Mitch had other plans for his still hard cock. He pulled out of my mouth and helped me stand up, saying he wanted to fuck my ass. I quickly leaned against the back wall, lifted my dress and pulled my panties down far enough in the back to grant him access. Mitch knelt behind me and parted my cheeks with his hand, exposing my asshole. He dove between my cheeks, teasing my hole with his tongue and getting me nice and wet for his cock.

Standing back up, Mitch positioned his cock at my spit lubed backdoor and pushed forward. He started out slow, trying to be gentle, but when I began moving backward against him impatiently and he realized I could handle more, he went wild, pumping into my ass like a madman. He fucked me as hard as he could, and I loved it! The way his hips slapped against mine with each thrust, and the feel of his breath on the back of my neck really got to me, and soon I felt my rock hard dick leaking pre come into my panties.

It took only a minute or two of furious pounding before Mitch came, shooting deep inside my asshole. I felt every spurt inside me, and it set me off, making me explode into my lacy underwear.

When it was over, we straightened up and I told Mitch to head back inside and I’d join him in a minute but first I pulled off my moist panties and tucked them into his shirt pocket, a special souvenir. As soon as I heard the door close behind him, I checked the front of my dress to make sure it was still clean, then headed to my car. The dress was a real stud magnet, and I couldn’t waste its first night out on just one guy. There were at least a half dozen other bars I wanted to visit before I hung my dress up and called it a night!

Mr. Johnny M., Via E Mail

SPLOSHER’S GIRLFRIEND TURNS HERSELF INTO HER HONEY’S SWEET SUNDAE

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

With Ryan’s birthday quickly approaching, I was drawing a blank when it came to the perfect gift. The more time I spent trying to come up with an idea, the less successful I seemed to be, so I gave up.

A few days before my boyfriend’s birthday for which I still had no gift I was sitting home alone reading some magazines. While flipping through one that advertised “101 Great Sex Tips,” I came across the advice column and decided to give it a read. The first couple of questions were about lying and cheating, but the last question came from a girl who wanted to know how to help her boyfriend with his food fight fantasy. The question intrigued me, because Ryan, too, has always had a bit of a thing for playing with his food, and I read on, wanting to see what the relationship expert had to say.

“Offer your boyfriend an ice cream sundae,” she wrote, “with you as the bowl.” She advised the girl to lay herself down on a plastic tablecloth and make a traditional ice cream sundae, with whipped cream and sprinkles and cherries, on her body. Her boyfriend would love the effort, and it wasn’t too messy or over the top for a beginner. Thinking about it, it did sound like a pretty smart way to indulge her boyfriend’s sploshing fetish without feeling overwhelmed by the experience herself. Hmm, I thought, maybe that’s what I should do for Ryan.

On Saturday evening I invited Ryan over for dinner. I made his favorite meal, and after the dishes were cleared, I told him to go watch some TV while I got dessert ready. He couldn’t figure out what I was going to serve that would take more than a minute or two, but he complied anyway. As soon as he was gone and I was sure he wouldn’t peek, I stripped out of my dress and panties and got out the sundae fixings. After one last peek into the living room to make sure Ryan was really watching TV, I stripped down to the lingerie I’d worn under my jeans. The cream colored lace was almost invisible against my skin, and I was happy that it wouldn’t detract from the colors of the sundae. I scooped a mountain of chocolate ice cream into a bowl and then carried all the ingredients to the kitchen island. After spreading them out along one side of the countertop, I laid down in the center and started to assemble the sundae on my stomach.

Ice cream was first, and feeling the frozen treat against my skin made me shiver. Next I poured on some caramel and chocolate sauces, which were heated up just enough to pour but not so hot that they’d melt the ice cream quickly. Then came the rainbow sprinkles, for some color, whipped cream and a cherry on top. There were goose bumps all over my stomach, but when I looked at the fully assembled sundae, I was thrilled with it. Carefully, I pushed all the leftovers into an empty drawer in the island and called out to my boyfriend to join me for a treat.

The look on Ryan’s face when he saw me lying there covered in ice cream was priceless. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to come up with what to say, but no sound came out. Finally I decided to save him. “Happy birthday, baby,” I cooed. “Why don’t you come over here and have some of your special dessert.” He looked skeptical for a moment, like I was going to suddenly take away what I’d just offered, but eventually he started to walk over to me. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him. “Have a taste.” With that, he swiped a finger through the whipped cream and licked it off.

“Mmm,” he moaned as he sucked the cream from his finger. With another quick movement, he ran his finger through the ice cream, getting bits of the chocolate and caramel sauces and some sprinkles. His moan was even louder as he licked the messy dessert from his finger. After one more taste, he seemed ready to play.

After making quick work of my bra and panties, Ryan swirled the cherry through the slowly melting heap of ice cream and trailed it up my torso. The ice cream sent chills through my body again as it touched previously warm skin, and the cherry tickled a bit, but I didn’t stop him it actually aroused me. He dipped the cherry in the ice cream when it stopped making chocolatey trails on my skin and started over, going up to my breasts and drawing caramel circles around my nipples. When the small red fruit brushed against my right nipple, it instantly hardened, and Ryan bent over to suck it. His tongue lapped up the sticky mess and laved my breast lovingly. It turned me on even more to see Ryan enjoying his present, and as upset as I was when he pulled back from my tit, the sight of his smiling face covered in melted chocolate and caramel excited me all over again.

“Baby, take off your clothes,” I begged. “You’ll have more fun playing if you can get messy with me,” I added, reaching over to grab his jean covered dick for emphasis. He groaned, but he quickly stripped off his t shirt while I tried to unzip his jeans with only one hand.

As soon as he was naked, he went right back to playing with my ice cream covered body. He shoved his hands into the middle of the melting ice cream and started to rub it all over me. He coated my tits in chocolate and rubbed sprinkle filled streaks down my thighs. He even scooped up two small handfuls of ice cream and squished them between my toes and over my feet. Then he started to eat me. He started with my left breast, sucking the nipple and swirling his tongue around my tit until every drop of its sugary coating was cleaned away. I thought my right tit would be next, but he jumped down to my right foot instead, taking my toes in his mouth. He sucked each toe individually, and then thrust his tongue between them, tickling me in the process. I couldn’t stop squirming as the cold cream trickled down my body, and Ryan’s rapt attention to my wiggling toes was doing nothing to calm me down not that it was a problem.

When my right foot was clean, he moved up my leg, licking up the sprinkles that trailed along my thigh. Then he was at my pussy, and suddenly I wasn’t shivering from the cold, but from the pleasure he was bringing me. He rubbed ice cream onto my mound and licked it up, then sucked my clit and my labia, being careful not to get any of the sticky sweet dessert in me. I was humping up to meet his lips, and the melted ice cream was trickling down all over my body, but the only thing I noticed was Ryan’s tongue on my cunt.

Looking down, I saw Ryan’s rock hard cock bobbing against the island while he licked me. It was clear that we were both ready to take our messy play to the next level, and I dug my hands into his hair and pulled his head from my pussy, dragging him up my body in the process. “I need you inside me,” I whined, and, not needing to be told twice, he hopped cautiously onto the counter with me. He straddled my hips, aimed his dick at my pussy and thrust into me in one smooth stroke.

Once he’d built up a slow, steady rhythm, he sank down onto my chest, completely melting the remaining ice cream and rubbing it between our bodies with each thrust. I felt the ice cream sliding against my skin, the few errant sprinkles pressing into my flesh as they were forced back and forth against me. A small part of me still felt a little bit awkward with the messy play, but mostly I was incredibly turned on by the sticky cream on my skin, the cool liquid trickling over every inch of me and my boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Finally, slow and steady felt far too slow, and I begged Ryan to fuck me harder. Getting on his knees, he lifted my hips in the air a bit to get a better angle and then started ramming into me. I slid closer to his body to get a more forceful fuck, and he started playing with my cream covered tits, rubbing them until they were completely coated in chocolate, and then leaning over and trying to suck the flavor off them. Meanwhile, I was mesmerized by Ryan’s chocolate streaked chest, and the way the melted treat outlined his defined abs was totally hot. I started fantasizing about turning my boyfriend into a sundae, too, and as I pictured his cock capped with a whipped cream crown, I came.

My pussy throbbed and clenched, and a moment later Ryan announced his own climax, filling my cunt to overflowing with his seed. When it was all over, my boyfriend carefully climbed down off the counter and moved to help me down as well. As soon as my feet hit the floor, though, I turned us around and pushed his back against the counter. “We’re not done yet,” I chided. “It’s my turn now. Hop up.” Then I went to the freezer to get the ice cream strawberry this time and pulled the other ingredients from the drawer and started in on my Ryan sundae.

It turned out to be a great birthday for Ryan and we discovered a great new way to play together. I now keep a stock of different flavors in my freezer, and Ryan is always prepared with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. We couldn’t be happier!

Ms. Renee Y., Via E Mail

PONY GIRL’S TRAINER PUTS HER THROUGH HER PACES TO HELP BREAK IN HER FANCY NEW GEAR

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

My girlfriend, Liv, loves playing all my silly sex games, and pony play is one of her favorites. It’s one of our most exciting scenarios, and we have dozens of props to help us in our equine themed sex play. I have a butt plug that has a long tail made of synthetic hair, and when I wear it, it looks like I have a tail of my own, like a real pony. We also have a gag that’s like a horse’s bit a latex coated metal bar to chomp on rather than a rubber ball and a number of crops to keep me in line.

I love everything about being a pony that’s under the control of my trainer especially when she whips me. There’s a powerful thrill in getting to be someone, or something, else for a few hours. But one of my favorite things is getting dressed up with my pretty pony props and showing off, even if it’s only for one person, and each time we add a new piece of tack to our collection, Liv and I act out a scene so I can decide if the new toys work with my pony persona.

The most recent additions to our pony play props are a plumed headband and a bright red leather body harness that cinches around my waist like a real pony’s saddle does. And when we brought home our newest toys, we, of course, had to break them all in right away.

“You’re going to be such a pretty pony girl!” Liv cooed as she watched me slather lube on my ponytail butt plug. That’s the only accessory I’m allowed to don by myself, because, as Liv likes to remind me, real ponies can’t put on their own equipment.

As I prepared my plug, Liv changed, too, putting on a sexy pair of fringed bikini panties and a matching bra, plus her favorite pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat left over from an old Halloween costume she insisted it was necessary to get into character. Once she was properly attired and my butt plug was firmly in place, with its tail hanging down my ass like a real one would, we were ready to play.

I got on my hands and knees and allowed Liv to finish getting me ready. She started by brushing my mane and tail “No one would take out their pony without grooming her first,” she’d stated the first time we’d played and the slight tugging of my hair as she worked through tangles and knots made my pussy spasm. My spine tingled as she brushed my hair, which it did even when we weren’t in pony play mode, but when she brushed my tail, I really went wild. She held the base of the plug so it wouldn’t get pulled out if there was a really big knot, but every brush stroke caused subtle movements, and my sphincter clenched tight around the silicone shaft each time she tried to work through a few tangled strands. That wasn’t exactly a problem, though, and the pressure from each unexpected tug had me worked up and ready for more long before Liv had finished grooming me.

My bit came next, and Liv tilted my head back and bent down to meet me in a passionate kiss before pushing the metal bar between my teeth. It would be a while before I would be allowed to kiss her again.

Once she’d secured the bit and tightened the band behind my head, she started to strap me into my harness. I was, like a real pony, completely naked, and as the leather brushed against my skin, I felt my pussy start to weep I could only imagine how wet it would be by the time the harness was strapped tightly to my body. Liv dragged the leather straps up and down my back, letting me feel how soft they were, and then she laid the harness on me and started to fit it to my body, connecting buckles and bands. A thick set of straps rested on either side of my neck while another set sat on my shoulders, with all four connecting to a thick waistband in front and in back. There was a pair of straps that wrapped around my hips, too, and they connected to the waistband as well. That waistband was the best part, though! It cinched under my belly like a real saddle strap, and it left my ass and pussy uncovered so I could still wear my tail and play with other toys. Once Liv attached the plumed headdress and tightened the final strap under my chin, I really felt like a proper pony.

“Giddy up!” Liv joked, striking me with a leather riding crop and urging me to crawl on all fours across the floor. The harder she smacked my ass, the faster I was supposed to move, and from the pace she was setting, it was clear she wanted me to gallop at full speed. It’s not easy to move so quickly when you’re on your knees, and especially when you’re extremely aroused, but I tried to speed up at her request, and I was soon traveling as fast as I could go into the living room. I knew I’d have rug burns on my hands and knees later, but the excitement it gave me to have my trainer whipping me and to be in my full pony dress was worth it. Liv made me do a couple laps around the room, like a show pony, and I held my head high as I marched. I made three loops, all with my girlfriend keeping the pace with her crop, and then she led me to the center of the room and had me rear up on my hind legs so she could check my form.

Liv examined my “hooves” and ran her hands along my body, checking my “coat,” and I shivered with arousal. She murmured her approval and then said, “See, I knew you’d be a pretty pony.” I couldn’t talk, so I snorted my pleasure with her statement. “I think the pony’s earned herself a sugar cube,” she continued, “for being such a good little horsey.” That sounded good, too, and I wondered where in her barely there fringed outfit she’d managed to stash my treat.

As soon as she’d removed my bit, I began nuzzling Liv’s hip, the band of her panties, her boots. I even tried to reach up to sniff her bra I wanted to find my sugar cube. “What an impatient pony,” she said with a laugh. “You have no idea where to find your treat, do you?” Once again, I snorted in response. She always plays games like that, and I always get frustrated. Human or pony, when you’re promised a reward, you want it right away. I kept sniffing and circling Liv, until she finally gave in and told me she would show me where my treat was. Then she pulled down her panties, pointed to her wet pussy and said, “If pony wants something sweet, there it is. Even better than a sugar cube, I think.”

I walked closer, still on all fours like a good pony, and then reared up to nuzzle her pussy. She smelled sweet, like nectar, and I could see drops of her sugar glistening on her lips. My own pussy was dripping wet from all the trotting and wearing the pony attire, and I wanted to come as badly as I wanted to make Liv come. Liv’s orgasm was my top priority, though, as any good pony knows you have to please your owner, and after one more tentative sniff of the treat being offered, I dove enthusiastically into her pussy.

My tongue darted over every inch of her cunt, from the juncture where her thighs met to the top of her faintly hairy mound and over every bit of delectable flesh in between. Each drop of honey was scooped up by my tongue, and I drank it all down greedily, thrilled with my reward. It was clear that Liv was thrilled as well when I looked up I could see the fringe on her bra shaking as her body bucked. When I saw that, I started to tease her clitoris, working it between my lips like it really was a sugar cube. I sucked it and swirled my tongue in circles around it I did everything a pony is capable of doing. Finally Liv climaxed, and a steady stream of juice ran into my open mouth, the sweetness of it more enjoyable than any sugar cube would have been.

At last, it was my turn. As soon as Liv gave the go ahead, I leaned down with my chest pressed against the floor, my ass up in the air and my fingers between my legs. I played with myself, letting my digits go deep into my soaked pussy and dance over my engorged clit, not stopping for even a second. My breathing picked up, my heart raced, and I could feel my pussy clenching my fingers as my ass did the same to the butt plug holding my tail in place. When I was ready, I wiggled my butt so quickly that I felt my cheeks jiggle. That was the signal, and Liv began to pull out my tail. As the plug inched out of my grasping ass, I felt myself falling, and then, as the final inch popped out, I exploded.

After we’d cleaned up and put away all our pony toys and crawled into bed, Liv turned to me and said, “I think tomorrow we should dust off your saddle.” I smiled and curled up next to her. I fell asleep in seconds, visions of all our pony possibilities dancing through my head.

Ms. Jasmine R., Austin, Texas

HAIR FETISHIST LOVES TO SPEND TIME PLAYING WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND’S LUSCIOUS LOCKS

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

Rebecca’s been growing her hair out for years. When we met in college it hung past her ass, but right before graduation, she cut it all off, wanting a more “mature” style. Neither of us liked it much, and after years of growing it out, it now reaches almost to her waist.

It wasn’t until I started dating Rebecca that I realized I had a thing for girls with long hair. Every girl I’d been with before her had had long hair, but with Rebecca it became a part of our lovemaking. I couldn’t fuck her without pulling her hair or running my fingers through it or having it tickle my skin in some way. We made do when she cut her hair, but sex was never as good as it was when her long locks hung down her back, able to swing and swish over my body whenever she was on top.

My favorite thing to do is brush her hair, and most of our foreplay consists of me playing with Rebecca’s tresses. Last night was a pretty typical night. It started off with us both getting undressed and hopping in the shower, where I spent a good deal of time washing Rebecca’s hair. I massaged the shampoo into her scalp and then worked my way down her tresses, making the soap foam until she had a long cascade of bubbles down her back. After the shampoo was rinsed out, it was time for the conditioner. I rubbed the cream into her hair and scalp much as I had the shampoo, but this time I let it set in while we took turns washing each other’s body. Once we were both sudsed and squeaky clean, I moved Rebecca back under the shower spray and let it rinse the conditioner out of her hair, leaving her locks silky smooth.

After drying each other off, I sat Rebecca in front of the vanity and started to work through her wet tresses with a wide toothed comb. I started at the tips and worked my way to her roots, meticulously removing knots and snags until her hair hung like a damp sheet down her back. Then it was time for the blow dryer. I plugged it in and aimed it at my girlfriend’s hair, running my fingers through her locks so that the hot air would dry them faster.

Standing naked next to her while I ran my fingers through her hair was enough to get me hard, and every few seconds her long hair would brush my cock. It was the most sensuous feeling, having that long hair against my sensitive flesh, and I had to fight not to come from those light caresses. I focused all of my attention on drying her hair instead, reminding myself that I would be able to enjoy more of her mahogany locks once my work was done.

“I can feel you,” Rebecca told me when I stood too close, my cock pressing into her back through her curtain of hair. “Are you getting excited?”

She knew I was. There was no need to ask, but I answered anyway. “Mmm,” she replied. “I love how turned on you get when you do my hair. It’s so hot to have you running your fingers through it, your fingertips massaging my scalp, and to know that it’s arousing you more than anything else we could be doing.”

She was teasing me we both know she gets as turned on as I do when I play with her hair. Hell, she started this whole thing, suggesting all those years ago that I do her hair when she was too tired to do it herself one day. Ever since then, it’s been our thing. When I looked at her in the mirror, pausing my ministrations for a moment to admire her full beauty, I saw her hard nipples staring back at me from her reflection, and I imagined her pussy was wet, too, as it usually is when she lets me do her hair. I felt my hard cock throbbing as I thought of how turned on Rebecca was, and I went back to work, willing her hair to dry faster.

When her long, thick hair was finally dry, I brushed it a hundred strokes, just like girls in black and white movies do ran some light serum through it to keep it shiny and strong, and then dragged my girlfriend to bed.

I sat on the bed and she straddled me, kissing my lips passionately, her long hair gently brushing my arms as I wrapped them around her to get a better hold of her. My cock spasmed as the strands of hair tickled me, and I felt myself press against her hot, wet center. I wanted nothing more than to flip her over and take her, but I knew I’d enjoy it more if I let her lead the scene, so I did.

After a few minutes of fiery kissing, Rebecca slid off my lap and directed me to lie back on the bed. I did as ordered, and she soon took her place atop me again. As she spread her legs to straddle me, I watched her hair sway, some sections falling in front of her shoulders and trailing down her chest. Then she reached between our bodies and grabbed my cock, guiding me into her. She ducked her head as she helped me slide into her pussy, and the tips of her hair tickled my chest, further arousing me. Even though I’ve been with Rebecca for years, and turned on by her hair for just as long, I always wonder how long I’ll last when I have those delicious locks of hers brushing my skin, especially when she’s fucking me at the same time. This time, I knew I wouldn’t last long at all.

Rebecca started riding me slowly, and I lost contact with her hair. I kept watching it, though, mesmerized by each swinging strand and studying how even the slowest movements seemed to cause new tangles. I reached up to run my fingers through her hair, then fisted my hands in her tresses, enjoying the feel of the strong hair binding my digits. I was getting lost in the glint of the light off her hair, the random patterns I was finding in the loose locks.

When she picked up her pace, humping faster, her body slamming up and down, I had to let go of her hair to keep from pulling it. But her more rapid movements meant she was getting even more aroused, and when she tossed her head this way and that, her hair started caressing me again. She threw her head forward and large sections of hair brushed their tips against my chest and arms when she threw her head back in ecstasy, a cascade of hair brushed my legs, the strands pooling on my skin for a few seconds before she moved again. Every twist and turn brought new sensations, new places for her hair to tickle and tease me. I tried moving with her, thrusting into her, but each time her long hair touched me, I had to still, as I was too distracted by the waves of pleasure it caused to focus on fucking her.

My girlfriend had no trouble doing all the work, and she started riding me even more wildly, her thighs smacking rhythmically against mine as her hair started moving in new directions. I was transfixed. I watched the strands swing and tangle, and I felt them kiss my skin each time Rebecca tossed her head.

A minute later, I couldn’t control it anymore. I came, reaching up to tangle my fingers in my girlfriend’s hair as I filled her pussy. With a few more thrusts and a gentle tug of her hair, Rebecca came, too.

The fucking over, she slid off my body and curled up next to me, her hair swirling over my arm and next to my head on the pillow. I pulled her closer and wrapped my hand in her locks, then fell asleep, surrounded by Rebecca’s hair. I’ve never slept better.

Mr. Jerry D., Portland, Oregon

KINKY CATHY WANTS AS MANY SEX TOYS AS SHE CAN GET HER HANDS ON

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

I was introduced to my first vibrator by a boyfriend. Steve and I were both in college at the time, and he’d been dating an older woman who had a large sex toy collection. After they’d broken up, he’d bought a few toys of his own to use by himself and with lovers. The first night we fooled around after we’d had two vigorous rounds of sex and both had orgasms he told me to close my eyes, then brought out a rabbit vibrator. “What’s that?” I asked when I opened my eyes. I didn’t recoil, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“It’s a vibrator, silly,” he said. “You’ve never used one?” Then his eyes got wide with happy surprise like I was a virgin which I guess I was, in a way.

“No, I haven’t,” I said, trying to sound haughty so he wouldn’t guess how nervous my inexperience made me feel. “What does it do?” Rather than answer, he turned on both parts of the toy, so the rabbit’s ears wiggled and the pearls inside rotated and twirled. “The pearls go inside and rub against the opening of your pussy, and the ears wiggle against your clit. I can show you if you want.”

“No, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with that. How about I try it out on my own at first, and if I like it, we can use it together.”

“Okay, but you have to promise you’ll try it,” he said. Then we kissed, and his cock, which was eight inches long, got hard again and I forgot all about the toy. But the next day, when I was alone, I was both curious and horny. We had good sex the night before, but he had to leave for an early morning appointment and I woke up horny, as I often do. I was used to using my hand to relieve the ache but this time, I took out the vibrator. From the moment I pressed its buzzing pink head against the entrance to my pussy, I was hooked. When the pearls inside started to tumble and the rabbit’s ears buzzed against my clit, I was in heaven!

I wasn’t even sure why I’d ever been hesitant about using a vibrator because it was able to do many things at once stimulating my inner walls and my clit, while all I had to do was hold it and enjoy the sensations. I played with the vibe for two hours and had so many orgasms I couldn’t even keep track of them! Once I knew how the toy worked, I was eager to show off my prowess to Steve, who loved watching me while he jerked off.

Since then, I have moved on from Steve and that first toy to discover a range of playthings that stimulate various parts of my body. One of my recent favorites is a vaginal barbell called the Eleven it’s designed to tighten the pussy. You’ve probably heard of Kegel exercises, which strengthen vaginal muscles. Well, this toy is designed to help with them, but it’s also fun to play with. I’d seen a lot of other barbells, but this one is particularly attention getting. Shiny and metallic, it weighs in at almost three pounds and is bigger than any man’s cock I’ve ever seen it’s eleven inches long and two inches around. Plus, it’s gorgeous! When I’m not using it, I keep it on a shelf on my bookcase, where it catches the light and my guests’ attention. It’s not for everyday use, but when I’m feeling extra horny and want to be stuffed full, it’s the perfect plaything.

The other night I had a glass of wine, lit some candles, put on some sensual music and got naked. I rubbed the toy against my breasts, the coolness of the metal making my nipples harden. Then I eased onto my back, spread my legs, and started to press the toy inside my wet pussy. Sometimes it takes a few minutes for me to open up enough to let such a big toy in, but having the cool metal rub against my entrance is enough to make me go wild.

The dildo was pricey, but I felt like I was investing in myself, and my climaxes, when I bought it. I think every sexually active woman should have her own personal stash of toys to make her feel special, just as she should have sensual lingerie and regular massages and pedicures.

I’ve found that the more I use the barbell, the better sex is when I have it with an actual guy. Speaking of which, I’ve found that a lot of guys are intimated by a girl like me, one who knows how to get herself off and has an arsenal of colorful toys to help her do it. I reject that sort of guy after one turn in the bedroom, especially if they balk at letting me use a vibrator while we’re fucking or refuse to put nipple clamps on me.

However, recently I met Brandon, who reminds me of Steve in a lot of ways. They look alike tall, dark hair, glasses and both are into sex toys as much as I am. Brandon was impressed when I showed him my collection, insisting we break out the leather cuffs. Once I was bound, he used some lube to oil up my breasts and slid his cock between them. But what thrilled me even more is that he wanted me to use a vibrator on him! “You do?” I said incredulously, since I’d never really thought about cocks and vibes working hand in hand.

“Yeah,” he said, blushing. “I tried one with an ex, and it felt really good. I have a few I use at home. Not all the time, but once in a while.” He showed me how he likes to press the head of an outie vibe against the base of his cock, and while he did that, I wrapped my fist around his shaft and stroked him. It was so sexy to watch, and his open mindedness plus his ability to teach such a seasoned toy lover as me something new made me lust after him even more.

That we shared this interest only made our sex life hotter, and there were plenty of toys, like butt plugs, rope and nipple clamps, we could share. Some couples have date night, but we decided to have a weekly sex toy night, where we tried something new, either giving each other a new toy or using one we already had in a new way. Brandon surprised me with a vibrating cockring, one that would stimulate my clit while he was on top of me. It was blue, and at first it made me laugh because it looked so ridiculous wrapped around his dick, but when Brandon plunged his hard cock inside me, nothing seemed funny any more.

I watched as he balanced himself on his arms and worked himself inside me. His cock always felt good, but with the addition of the ring, the experience was incredible. He was like my own personal dual purpose toy, except a regular sex toy can’t moan and grab me and let me know how turned on it is but Brandon could.

“I want you to get on top of me,” Brandon said, grinding his hips against mine and teasing my clit with the little vibe. “Ride me,” he said breathlessly, and I shifted so that I was on top of him.

Brandon is obsessed with my breasts, so I knew he wanted to watch them jiggle, but being on top offered an added bonus: I could control how my clit pressed against the vibrating ring as I rode up and down on his dick.

“Wait,” Brandon said, mid fuck, and I paused awkwardly, wondering what was wrong.

“I want to put these on you,” he said, and from under the pillow he pulled a set of nipple clamps. He proceeded to pinch my nubs until I was moaning and then fastened the clamps onto my hard buds. But Brandon had one more surprise in store for me. There was an extra chain, which led to a third clamp for my clit!

“Are you ready for this?” Brandon asked, before he attached the clip to my button. “We could save it for next time.”

“No, I want it,” I said, even though I had to suck in a deep breath as he fastened the third clamp to my sensitive clit. My whole body was abuzz with heat and arousal, and this time, we moved more slowly so I could savor the sweet pain each time I shifted and the chain tugged on my pleasure points.

“Do you like watching me?” I asked. I knew the answer, of course, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes, Cathy. I like seeing your breasts swinging and knowing that you’re so submissive you’ll let me clamp you. I’m going to reward you with my come. Do you want it?” he asked, grabbing my hips and starting to thrust harder, driving his cock up and into me.

“Yes!” I cried out as I bucked more wildly, the heat coursing through me as he finally spurted a hot load of cream into my pussy. Afterward, he lifted me up, turned off the cockring vibe, unfastened the clit clamp and sucked my pleasantly sore pussy while finger fucking my cunt until I came. He then treated my nipples to the same tender loving care, and I shuddered with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I’d thought I knew all there was to know about sex toys, but I was wrong. Apparently, there’s always something new to try, and I have a feeling that with Brandon, I’ll be trying it all!

Ms. Cathy L., Minneapolis, Minnesota

BONDAGE IS BETTER WHEN THERE ARE TWO WOMEN TO TIE UP, A HAPPY HUBBY LEARNS

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

When my husband, Vince, gets a new toy, gadget or item, he gets really into it. It doesn’t matter if it’s an herb or spice for cooking, a power tool, or a new BDSM accessory. He goes all out in his efforts to master his new acquisition. I’m often the lucky beneficiary and have been treated to home cooked meals, benefited from home improvement projects, and most recently, had a kinky threesome with a beautiful woman.

Vince and I enjoy all sorts of sex play, but we don’t go to public fetish parties. However, within the confines of our home, we create all kinds of naughty fun. One of the things we discovered early on about each other is that we both enjoy bondage. At first, Vince held me down while we had sex, and I pretended to struggle beneath him. We moved on to furry handcuffs, and then rope. Eager to be an expert, he studied photographs and books, and then tied me up in intricate rope bondage before we had super hot sex.

Recently, he decided that what he most wanted was to tie up two women at once. I’d been telling him my fantasies about a girl I work with, a cute, bubbly redhead named Marci. She’s in her early twenties, about ten years younger than us, and always wearing cleavage baring outfits, short skirts and scandalously tall heels. Vince had met her before and also thought she was sexy.

“Do you think she’d be into playing with us?” he asked me, after he’d bound me tight. My wrists were fastened in handcuffs, and he was making my pussy wet by teasingly rubbing his fingers along my slit.

“Maybe,” I managed to utter as he tweaked my clit. I strained against the bonds, but only so I could be assured that I was tightly secured.

“Would you like her to join us?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. Of course I’d fantasized about that very thing, but I couldn’t say with certainty if I’d like it until I did it. So I again said, “Maybe.”

“Maybe, really, Alex? You only ‘maybe’ want her to do this to you?” he asked before getting between my legs and sucking on my clit, then plunging his tongue deep into my hole. He licked me until I came in a ferocious climax, leaving his face dripping with my cream.

“Yes, yes, I want her and I want you to tie her up so her breasts are bound and there’s a rope tight against her pussy so that every time she moves, it will rub against slit and make her wetter.”

“Then you’re going to make it happen, right Alex?” he asked. His fingers toyed with my pussy, getting me seriously turned on again.

“Yes, I promise!” I said, hoping that Marci was going to be our girl, because if not, I’d need to find another one. Vince played with my cunt until I was on the edge of another climax, and then he fucked me hard, gently biting my lip as he drove home his cock and the point that he was in charge.

When I saw Marci at work the next day, she told me I was glowing, and I blushed. “What happened?” she asked, her eyes widening as she moved closer and grabbed my arm. My skin was warm where she was touching me, and I felt myself blush even more. I looked at her, and then looked away, suddenly shy about sharing my sexy secrets. It was one thing for single girls to gossip about their love lives, but this was my husband we were talking about. “Come on, Alex. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks. You need to let me live vicariously through you.”

“You?” I stammered. I wanted to add: “But you’re so hot,” but I didn’t know how to say that without sounding forward.

“Yeah, I’ve hit a dry spell and haven’t found anyone to help me out.”

“Okay,” I said, and we went outside where, over cigarettes, I told her about some of my bondage adventures with my husband. “Then the other night Vince had a crazy idea.” I paused to build up the anticipation, and then I leaned closer so I was speaking directly into her ear. “He wants to have a threesome . . . a kinky one where he ties up me and another woman.”

Marci was staring at me intently with her lips parted, and for a moment I almost thought she was going to kiss me. “And?” she asked.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” I replied.

“Are you going to do it? Does he have someone in mind?”

“Well, um, he didn’t. And I, um, said . . . I said I’d ask you.” I looked down at the ground, my face blazing with heat.

“Really? You want to . . . be tied up with me?” Marci asked. Her voice sounded full of surprise and eagerness.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous. I’ve told Vince how hot I think you are.”

“Well, I’d be honored. It sounds really sexy,” she said, then put out her cigarette, plucked mine from my lips, tossed it on the ground and kissed me passionately. I tingled all over and wanted to take things further, but we couldn’t get too carried away in the middle of a workday. We made plans to meet the next night, since we couldn’t wait until the weekend.

I told Vince we had to go shopping that night, but I waited until we were in our favorite sex shop to let him know why it was so urgent. “Marci wants to join us . . . tomorrow night!” I said. “She’s totally into bondage and can’t wait.”

We kept whispering to each other as we added purple bondage rope and a French tickler to our basket, along with a massage candle and a ball gag. “That might be too much for her,” Vince said about the gag, “but if it is, I’ll just use it on you while I make her scream.”

Shopping and talking got us so turned on that we went home and fucked on the couch, where we both came quickly as we fantasized about Marci and what we’d do with her. I could barely look at her at work the next day, I was so keyed up, and by the time she met me in the bar downstairs, my panties were soaked.

I drove Marci to our place, where we found Vince with a bottle of wine and some cheese, crackers and fruit. Marci greeted him with a hug. “It’s been a long time,” she said.

“Too long,” he said. I just stood there and watched as he then studied her from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the black sparkly sweater that barely covered her large breasts and the dark jeans that clung to her perfect legs and ass. He stepped closer, and they shared a sizzling kiss. When they parted, Vince turned to me and I joined them, the three of us making out until we were breathless.

“Alex has something to show you, Marci,” he said, making her giggle. Eager to get the action going, Marci lifted my top, pulled down my bra and began to fondle my breasts. I moaned, but Vince said, “No, not her beautiful tits. Well, not yet.” He pulled her away, and I felt a wave of excitement run through me as he took charge. We walked ahead of him, his hands cupping each of our asses, as we went upstairs where our toys were laid out on the bed.

I held up the gag. “I think this would look gorgeous between your lips,” I said.

“Do you now?” Marci asked.

“Yes . . . but I think you’d look gorgeous wearing nothing at all.”

Soon she and I were making out while Vince picked up the rope. “Okay, girls, I think you need to learn how to practice a little restraint.” I moaned when he pulled Marci away from me and stripped off all her clothing. Watching her tremble made me tremble. My husband used the handcuffs he’d used on me the other day to bind her arms behind her back, then took a riding crop and ran it along her body. Her eyes were locked on me as he traced the keeper over each nipple, and then rested it against her pussy. “Do you like to be spanked right there?” Vince asked her.

“Yes,” Marci said. I’d had no idea she was so kinky! He tapped the crop against her clit, and she spread her legs, wanting more. I was mesmerized, watching him spank Marci’s slit over and over. When he finally lifted the implement, I could see how wet her pussy was.

He handed the crop to me, a silent passing of power, and I tentatively ran the tip along her flat stomach while he pinched her nipples. My husband stood behind her, and she leaned back, while I got used to holding this weapon of pleasure. Soon I was working her thighs with the crop while he twisted her sensitive nubs and my cunt got slicker and slicker. Then, just as I thought she might come from that stimulation alone, Vince stopped and pushed Marci onto the bed on her stomach, so that her pert ass was poised up in the air. As she lay there, waiting, he tied me up exactly how we’d discussed him doing to Marci.

Vince had clearly been practicing his technique because he quickly bound me in a harness, tying the rope around my torso so that my breasts were accentuated and one lone piece of rope ran between my legs and pressed against my pussy. Then he had me lie on my back on the bed and raise my arms so he could bind them with the rope and attach them to the headboard. Even though I wasn’t technically touching Marci because I couldn’t it still felt like we were having a threesome, a very kinky one, where both of us had offered ourselves to Vince and were fully engaged in this naughty scene.

My husband made sure to include all of us in the scene, asking me if I wanted to see Marci suck his cock (and knowing I’d say yes!). I watched, writhing against my bonds as he offered her his cock and she did her best to accommodate his erection in her mouth. She was only bound around her arms, but the cuffs held her fast, making the task tricky. When he got impatient, he took his dick in his hands and slapped it against her cheeks. Marci’s moans were music to my ears, but I remembered just when Vince did that she was supposed to be wearing the gag! “You naughty girl,” he told her, plunging his fingers into her pussy. “You’re supposed to be gagged.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I forgot to remind you,” she said.

“You’ll just have to make it up to me,” he replied, pausing to give me a kiss before he slipped the black ball between her lips and buckled the gag’s straps behind her head. Marci did indeed look gorgeous as her mouth strained against the gag, and Vince moved her on top of me so her face was right between my breasts so close and yet so far! It was a shame she couldn’t lick my tits, since she was wearing the gag, but you can’t have everything. Once Marci was in place, Vince got behind her and plowed into her cunt. I felt her body quivering with pleasure as my husband fucked her from behind. It was so sexy to have her squirming and moaning on top of me as she came while Vince plundered her cunt. He must have found the whole episode exciting, too, because it didn’t take him long to come. His face wore a mask of pleasure as he shuddered and filled my friend with his load.

Vince pulled out of her cunt and unbuckled the gag so he could feed her the last few drops of his cream. Then he uncuffed Marci and loosened the harness to expose my pussy. Then he ordered her to eat me to orgasm. She was a natural at cunnilingus and didn’t need any prodding, though she clearly liked it. Vince supervised, and even though my arms were still bound, he held them, liking the feel of me struggling and bucking against the ropes as Marci flicked her tongue against my clit.

After I was released from my bonds, we shared a shower and then stayed up all night talking and enjoying each other’s company. Both Marci and I called in sick the next day, and while Vince went in to the office, we enjoyed each other’s body and plotted how we were going to turn the tables and tie him up when he got home! I’ll have to write that story in another letter, because it was just as hot as our first threesome.

Ms. Alexandra V., Via E Mail

BACHELORETTE SHARES AN INTIMATE NIGHT WITH HER CLOSEST FEMALE FRIENDS

Posted on October 26, 2010 by The Editors

My friend Rebecca has always been the one to suggest our wildest adventures. One time she impulsively decided we should drive to Atlantic City a two hour trip for a single night of fun. We wound up taking a couple of hot guys back to our room that night and each of us took turns with them! She’s the girl in our crowd who’ll flash her boobs out a car window, eat a strange food item on a dare, wear the shortest skirt, dye her hair hot pink, and generally cause mayhem in the best way possible.

She’s also as sexy as hell, and even though I’m straight, I’ve certainly noticed how hot she is. Until last weekend, she and I had flirted on a few drunken nights and shared some lusty kisses, but that was it. Then our friend Marianne had a bachelorette party, and all hell broke loose. Most of the women there were about ten years older than us (we’re in our mid twenties), settled down, and kind of dull. Those ladies opted for tea and biscuits, while we started mixing strong alcoholic drinks and changed the radio from classical music to heavy metal. The older women eventually trickled out as the afternoon wore on, and eventually, only three people were left: me, Rebecca and Marianne.

Marianne also has a touch of wildness, but since she’d met Jeff she’d settled down quite a bit. But that day she seemed a little more crazy and reckless. Maybe it was because she was getting married in a few weeks and realizing her life was going to change, or she just wanted to satisfy her bisexual curiosity, because when Rebecca said, “I dare you to kiss me,” Marianne didn’t just giggle she giggled, and then grabbed Rebecca for a lusty smooch.

I watched in awe as my two closest friends began making out! This was unprecedented as far as I knew, both of them were all about cock, but there they were kissing and let me tell you, it was hot. Even though I, too, love men, I couldn’t help becoming aroused by the sight of my sexy friends engaged in a passionate lip lock. I’d heard countless stories about their previous erotic adventures, but I’d never seen either of them do more than flirt with guys.

After a minute or two, Rebecca turned to me and said, “Don’t just stand there! Join us!” Marianne was panting, her face flushed, and all of a sudden I knew this was going to be a night to remember. I walked closer to them, and Rebecca pulled me into their sapphic circle.

Right from the start, I could tell our interlude was going to be different from my encounters with guys. There was a giddiness to Rebecca’s behavior as she ran her hands along my ass and sucked my fingers between her lips. “You’re beautiful . . . and so are you,” she said to first me, then Marianne. Though Rebecca was clearly the instigator, we were all swept up in the sexy moment, and soon we were a tangle of lips and limbs. It was even more exciting because I hadn’t been expecting anything like this to happen perhaps a kiss with a flirty, hot male stripper, but not an all girl threeway!

Despite this surprising turn of events, it felt totally natural to kiss their soft lips. Marianne was gentle, her tongue slipping into my mouth as if she’d never kissed anyone before. I’m sure she was even more overwhelmed with sensations than we were, it being her bachelorette party and all. I wondered if she’d tell Jeff about what we were doing. That thought got me hot because I think he’s attractive, and she’s told me about how good the sex is with him. I plunged my tongue deeper into her mouth while Rebecca urged us on. “That’s so hot, keep going,” she said, and I heard her rustling around. When we finally let up, I turned to see Rebecca stark naked. I’d seen her naked before, briefly, when we’d shared a room and she’d changed in front of me, but she looked riper this time around, her tits seemingly bigger. Maybe it was her shining eyes or the lusty look on her pretty face, but I was drawn to her. I kissed Marianne one more time, letting my fingers tweak her nipple and gently pass over her crotch, before turning to Rebecca.

Just as I started to fondle her breasts, Marianne said, “Wait! I have something we can use.” While I feasted on Rebecca’s nipples, which were big and hard, Marianne searched through her presents, emerging with a purple vibrator and a hot pink dildo and harness! “Something for everyone,” she said, laughing.

“Who wants to wear this?” she asked, dangling the harness from her hand. I have a few vibrators, but I’d never thought about wearing or getting fucked by a strap on dildo. I didn’t want to volunteer myself for that role in case I didn’t know how it worked. I was surprised, though, that fearless Rebecca didn’t immediately jump at the opportunity.

“You do it, Marianne. After all, you’re the bride to be. It’ll be good practice for when you use it on Jeff!” Rebecca said. At first, I thought she was kidding, but nobody else laughed, and I wondered if Jeff had a secret, submissive side.

“Me? Really?” Marianne looked at the strap on, then at the two of us.

“I’ll help you put it on,” Rebecca said, taking charge. Marianne handed the rabbit vibrator to me, and I pressed the buttons on it, watching it whir to life as the animal’s head rotated and the pearls inside tumbled. I tucked the toy under my dress and pressed it against my panty covered pussy to find out what it felt like and it was amazing! I gasped as soon as I touched it to my crotch.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed. Marianne’s toy was more powerful than the vibes I had at home. It made my knees buckle, and I sat right on the floor as Rebecca undressed Marianne.

“Should we go upstairs?” I asked, since Marianne has a huge bed.

“As soon as we have the bride to be suited up,” Rebecca said as she had Marianne step into the harness’s straps. Rebecca tightened them around our friend’s hips and thighs, and soon Marianne was wearing only a white lace bra and the strap on, whose hot pink color happened to match her toenail polish. Marianne moved to the mirror in the hallway to admire herself, while I kept playing with the vibrator. “Wait, Donna. Come upstairs and play with us.” Rebecca was serious about this being a threesome, not just three girls getting off together.

“Okay,” I said, reluctantly stopping, because I’d been halfway to orgasm. As we went upstairs, our adventure became more and more real to me. I was about to have sex with two of my closest and sexiest female friends.

Marianne’s blonde curls bounced as she marched up the stairs, and when she reached her bedroom, she sat and said, “Okay, who’s gonna suck my cock?” It was a funny moment that became serious as Rebecca got on her knees and started to do the honors. I walked over, putting my vibrator down for a minute to hold Marianne’s hand and stroke Rebecca’s sleek black hair. She was obviously an expert cocksucker, and we were both enthralled at the sight of her swallowing Marianne’s cock.

“Now you try,” Rebecca said to me when she was done. I’d never put a fake cock in my mouth before. I could smell the scent of Marianne’s aroused pussy emanating from between her legs as I approached the toy. I started my blowjob by kissing her soft inner thighs, while listening to my friends kissing overhead. When I could wait no longer, I moved on to the main course, taking the head of the cock between my lips while pressing down against the base of the toy with my hand. The pressure against her cunt seemed to set Marianne off, and I leaned on it harder while I challenged myself to take more of the toy into my throat. I was getting seriously wet from the whole scene.

I realized I wanted Marianne to fuck me. I wanted her bright pink dildo filling me up. However, I thought it would be rude to interrupt what was going on, so I kept up my blowjob while their makeout session got more heated. In my momentary glances upward, I saw Rebecca pulling Marianne’s curls backward and sucking on her neck, then kissing the back of her neck while fondling her breasts. Soon Marianne told me I’d done a good job, but she wanted to really put the strap on to use. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I told her, and stripped off my clothes, then got on all fours.

“So you like it from behind, Donna! I never knew that about you,” Marianne said, seeming surprised.

“I bet there’s a lot we don’t know about each other,” Rebecca responded as Marianne pressed the head of the toy against my opening.

“Is this right?” she asked, and I peeked behind me to see Rebecca guiding the toy into my hole. Having them both staring so blatantly at my sex was a little embarrassing, but also exciting.

Then I didn’t care what they were seeing because the toy was doing exactly what I’d wanted it to: ramming into my pussy. I like to get fucked hard, and I’d told my friends that before, bemoaning a former lover who’d been too timid for my taste. Rebecca leaned down to kiss me as my other friend got into riding me. “Oh, yeah,” Marianne said. The pressure must’ve been back on her clit because she seemed to be enjoying herself. Rebecca, wanting some stimulation, too, reached for the vibrator, and then positioned herself so I could watch as she slid the toy into her slit and cranked it up to its highest settings.

I was surrounded by pussy and I loved it! The cock didn’t feel exactly like a man’s, but I didn’t mind. I also liked knowing that Marianne was enjoying it, too. She was a fast learner and was soon pulling all the way out of my cunt, then slamming back in, while I did my best to keep up with my bucking hips. “I wonder who’s going to come first,” Rebecca said, and then she laughed wildly as the pearls and rabbit’s head sent her into orbit.

“I am!” Marianne cried as she began bucking harder and harder into me. I’m sure she wanted me to feel good, but I knew she was also distracted by her impending release. I shut my eyes and savored the feeling of getting fucked, realizing that it doesn’t really matter who or what’s doing the fucking. I reached down to touch my clit and that set me off, and Marianne and I climaxed within moments of each other.

When she pulled out of my cunt, she offered Rebecca the cock to suck, and our instigator did so, without ever stopping pleasuring herself with the vibrator. I wanted to see what it felt like to hold the vibe and make Rebecca come, so I reached for it. She let me take control of it without complaint. Marianne brought Rebecca’s mouth up to lick and suck her nipples, so we were all connected as she worked toward her orgasm. Rebecca was the loudest of all of us, crying out noisily as she came.

We all kissed sweetly afterward, and then went downstairs and ate ice cream and lounged around totally nude. We fell asleep like that and were greeted in the morning by Jeff. I started to scramble to put on my clothes, worried that Marianne might be in trouble with her fianc , but she told me to relax. “I don’t think he’ll have a problem with me being naked with you two.” He didn’t he just kissed her extra hard. Rebecca and I made a quick exit, because they looked like they were about to get it on, and we wanted to give them some privacy.

I don’t know if we’ll ever share such a wild adventure again, especially with Marianne getting married, but even if we don’t, it was a night I’ll never forget!

Ms. Donna E., Santa Fe, New Mexico

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