Last month my wife and I were in a popular bar/restaurant. We were drinking and observing the clientele when we saw a couple who were obviously married pick up a single man.

The couple, a cute pair in their late twenties, were having drinks when the woman picked out a guy at the crowded bar and went over to talk to him. We overheard her ask him if he wanted to join her and her husband at their table. Soon they were all laughing together and getting real chummy. They moved to a dimly lit booth, but I could see from the way her hands were not visible that before long she was rubbing the guys’ legs under the table.

The single guy left to go to the john, and the woman whispered something to her husband, who by this time had his hand up her skirt. When their new friend came back, she whispered to him. He did a double take and then looked at the husband, who smiled and nodded. Soon they each had a hand under her skirt. My wife, Joan, kept saying, “I can’t believe it.” The trio left the bar, and we left soon after.

Joan and I were hot from this bit of voyeurism and were going home for some hot sex. In the dark parking lot, we saw the three of them in a car as they were leaving. The woman was sitting between the men. Her legs were spread and her husband was driving with one hand and rubbing her panties with the other. She was sucking their new friend as they drove off.

Joan was so excited, we almost didn’t make it home. She was saying that both those guys were going to fuck that woman, and did couples really do that? We made wild love all night while talking about this possibility. She asked me if I would still love her if she did something that nasty. I told her I would love her even more than I did already. I told her that she was so pretty that any man would love to have her and that I had always enjoyed watching her flirt.

As time went on, my wife got more bold and would tell me, while making love, that she had flirted with someone that day, a salesclerk or a delivery boy. Once she told me she went to a shoe store and tried on about twenty five pairs of shoes, each time letting the salesman look further up her dress, until he turned into a bumbling fool. We would always fuck like mad as we talked, with me telling her how nice two hard dicks would feel inside her.

One night, while she stroked my dick, she asked me if I would really like to see her fuck another man. My dick got about three sizes larger and she said, “Well, today I followed the shoe salesman to the back room and sucked him until he came in my mouth.” I immediately came like a volcano. I stayed hard and fucked her while she told me every detail.

She said that she had come without even touching her pussy. I told her my only regret was that I hadn’t been there to watch. She said that although her experience with the salesman had been fun, she still wanted to be fucked all night by me and a stranger.

Recently I was sent out of town by my company, and Joan went with me. She stayed around the hotel pool while I took care of business. That evening she dressed for dinner in a short skirt and real sexy underwear. I knew what she wanted to do and I was all for it. We ate supper and then went to the hotel bar, where a band was playing. We went in separately so people would think Joan was alone. She sat at the bar and I sat where I could watch.

My wife danced with four different guys until she picked on and danced over and over with him. He was good looking and about our age, thirty or so. They were dancing closer and closer until I could see them kissing and grinding pelvises. He went for more drinks and she came to me and said only, “Him.”

Joan rejoined her new friend and motioned for me to come over. She said, “Clint, this is my husband. He’s been watching us dance and wants to see more.” They danced a few more slow dances, and I could see him feeling her ass, his fingers tracing her crack. When they came back to the table, I suggested we go to our room for a drink. We were all three steaming by now.

On the elevator Joan said she wanted Clint and me to fuck her and fuck her proper. I mixed drinks in the room while they kissed on the bed. I sat back and watched. They were soon naked, Clint on his back and my wife mouthing his big cock, her ass in the air. I could see his dick going in and out of her mouth. Joan then got on top of Clint and plunged her cunt down on his dick. The sight of this made me dizzy with excitement. They fucked in several different positions until he filled her with his come. He rolled off her in exhaustion, and I took over.

While I was fucking her, she was sucking him hard again. This went on for a couple of hours until we all passed out. I woke up several times during the night and saw them fucking. In the early morning I gently licked her sore pussy until she came for the twentieth time. I was surprised that I so enjoyed the flavor and taste of her juices mixed with my come and Clint’s. We all slept for a few hours, and I went to an eleven o’clock meeting. I let them sleep. When I returned I looked at our window and noticed that the curtain had been opened slightly and that they were at it again.

We arranged to meet Clint again in a few weeks in another town and try a few new things. Joan wants to go out in public and display the two men eager to do anything with her. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have another experience to write about.

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

His cock was already swollen when I pulled down his zipper and exposed him. A pearl of pre come clung precariously to the tip as I freed his dick, which wobbled slightly in the air in front of my face. It looked like a delicious piece of meat, and I couldn’t wait to taste it.

I hadn’t planned to get so closely acquainted with Rob’s cock so soon, but after seeing the bulge it created in his too tight slacks, I couldn’t ignore my hunger for something more than the gourmet meal he’d treated me to. When he drove me home after dinner, I invited him in for a nightcap, surprising us both. We’d been on one date prior to this, and I’d made a point of telling Rob that I wasn’t the kind of girl who had sex so early in a relationship. But I couldn’t bring myself to wait my customary five dates. The way his sturdy cock swelled beneath his jeans, a sure sign of his attraction to me, tempted me too much, and I wanted to see it, touch it and taste it. I didn’t think waiting for three more dates was going to change how I felt, either. So I gave in to my desires and asked Rob in for a drink and more.

In the apartment, I found it impossible to keep my hands off him. After getting our drinks, I sat next to him on the sofa to talk, and I constantly had a hand on his shoulder or arm or knee or thigh. My hand seemed to be making its way closer and closer to the intriguing bulge in his jeans, and I was powerless to stop it. When my fingertips finally brushed his cock through his pants, we both froze. I recovered first, and without another thought about what I’d normally do, I went for it.

I squeezed Rob’s cock through his clothes and felt it pulse under my touch. It wasn’t enough contact to satisfy either of us, though, and before I could talk myself out of it, I found myself kneeling in front of the couch while Rob scooted to the edge. After one more quick squeeze of his denim encased cock, I started to unzip his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his dick was already pretty hard, so when I got his jeans undone, his erection sprang free instantly. For several long seconds, all I did was stare at Rob’s cock, with a bead of come shining at the tip and throbbing veins running up and down the shaft. It was big, probably seven inches long and really thick, and looked like a cock made to be sucked which is what I planned to do with it now that it was right in front of me!

With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I aimed his cock at my mouth and leaned down to take him between my lips. I licked the salty drop of pre come from the tip before I took him deeper into my throat. He moaned when I sucked him farther into my mouth, and my pussy throbbed at the sound of his helpless utterance. It was the single sexiest noise I’d ever heard. I took Rob even farther, until I was deep throating him, and when the tip of his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I swallowed. The undulations of my throat muscles massaged Rob’s shaft, creating new sensations for both of us, and then I pulled back so only the tip was in my mouth again. I swirled my tongue around the head, tracing the line where it bulged out from the rest of the shaft, and I felt another drop of pre come leak into my mouth.

My tongue moved up and down his cock, bathing it and enjoying its salty flavor, and eventually Rob threaded his fingers in my hair to guide me. As he held me in place, he started to buck into my mouth, fucking me. The harder he thrust between my lips, the more it turned me on, and my juices started to flow. I felt like I could come without him doing anything to help me, but I preferred a little stimulation of my own. I sucked Rob another minute, making sure to really savor his salty, masculine taste, and then pulled back. I wanted to keep sucking, licking, tasting him, but I wanted to come, too, and if Rob came first, I might not get my chance.

Rob groaned when his dick popped out of my mouth, but he knew immediately what I wanted, and while I pulled my dress up over my head, he stood and dropped his pants to his feet. He kicked his clothes away then took off his shirt, and I stripped out of my bra and panties while I watched him undress. He was on the floor with me in under thirty seconds, and it took only another fifteen before he was inside my cunt.

His dick was hard and wet from the blowjob I’d been giving him, and my pussy was drenched because of my own arousal, so he slid in with ease. When he filled me, I practically growled with excitement, it felt so good, and I wondered for a minute why I’d ever been so insistent on waiting before sleeping with my dates. But as soon as Rob started to thrust, I couldn’t think about anything anymore.

He thrust deep and hard without needing to be told that’s how I liked it, and it took only a few strokes before I started to reap the benefits. Only moments after he thrust into me, I started to writhe in pleasure while my entire body shook from the ecstasy I was experiencing. It felt better than sex ever had before, and I couldn’t decide if it was because I’d been able to taste his cock first or because it was such a spur of the moment experience. Either way, I felt my climax building up faster than I’d imagined possible. If Rob kept up his pace, I knew I’d come in a few minutes, max.

My pussy started to spasm and clench as I got closer to my orgasm, and it took only a few more thrusts from Rob before I climaxed. Tingles shot through my body as I exploded, and I cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I let the feelings wash over me and allowed myself to enjoy them for a minute before I started to focus on Rob again. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, so I knew he wasn’t far from reaching his own peak.

I wanted one more taste of him, and when I felt his cock start to pulse even faster, signaling his oncoming orgasm, I pushed him off of me and onto his back. As soon as he was laid out, I slithered down his body and took his cock in my hand. I started to jerk him off, and when he told me he was about to come, I took him in my mouth. I had only enough time to swirl my tongue around him and give his cock a quick squeeze before he came, filling my mouth with his delicious seed.

I swallowed every drop Rob gave me, and I didn’t release his cock until he’d gone soft. After that, we rested a minute before he got up to put his clothes back on and I pulled my dress back over my head. It was a Thursday night and we had work the next day, so there was no time to play around. But we have our third date on Friday, and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Ms. Lauren T., Torrance, California

It was a warm Wednesday afternoon, and I had the day off. I was twenty five, bi curious, and at that point had been cross dressing in private for almost a year. I was looking for a pair of white thigh high boots, so I headed to a boutique I hoped would have them in my size.

In the store, I noticed the guy behind the cash register. He looked around fifty and was handsome, with short gray hair. He wore a white t shirt, jeans and work boots. I kept stealing glances at him as I perused the store’s wares. However, I couldn’t seem to find what I was looking for. Then, at the far end of the store, I spied my prize: white thigh highs in patent leather with silver stiletto heels.

“Do you have these in a ten?” I asked. He said he’d look and soon returned with a box.

“It’s always the last box I check,” he said with a smile, then unveiled the boots. “Would you like to try them on?”

I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. After a pause, I asked, “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” he said, walking away to give me some privacy.

I’d never had the nerve to cross dress outside the barricaded privacy of my apartment, and I was shocked that this clerk was able to guess that the boots were for me.

I slipped on the boots and stood, taking a few tentative steps. They were exactly what I wanted.

“How was the fit?” the clerk asked me when I walked up to the register.

“Perfect,” I said, not able to hide my smile.

The next day, I called the store and, recognizing the clerk’s voice, thanked him for being so cool and asked how he knew I was a cross dresser.

“Well, you seemed really nervous, asked for a size ten, and, um, I guess I was hoping that was the case,” he said with a laugh. He told me his name was Harry, and I said that I liked to go by Kitty when I was dressed.

Harry told me that he and the shop’s co owner, Dennis, were about to get a big shipment of merchandise and invited me to drop by soon. I didn’t get a chance until two weeks later, on a Saturday. There were about ten other customers in the store, so I had to wait a few minutes. Harry walked over and greeted me warmly, then introduced me to Dennis. He was tall and lean, and wore skinny jeans, black boots and a tank top that showed off his tattoos.

The tone of our conversation was definitely flirtatious, and I felt my dick get hard when Dennis said, “We’re in a rockabilly band and have a new CD. And we’re always looking for new fans.” I started picturing myself as their slutty groupie.

The store cleared out a bit, and they led me to the back room, where there were boxes of shoes and clothing, as well as additional dressing rooms. Harry rummaged through a box and found a dress and black pumps, which he handed to me. “Both are vintage, from the fifties,” he said.

The men left, and I felt my pulse race. Closing the door of the private dressing room, I stripped and pulled the dress over my head. The style was retro white with black polka dots, sleeveless, with buttons down the front and a black belt high on the waist. The hem landed a few inches above the knee. I then put on the pumps high heels with peek a boo toes. I liked how I looked, and I picked out a short blonde wig and then sat at the dressing table to do my makeup a dash of white eye shadow, eyeliner and red lipstick.

As I rose from the dressing table, Harry and Dennis walked in. “Wow,” Harry said, and then he whistled. I was impressed as I stared at myself or rather, at Kitty in the mirror. Then Dennis chimed in. “You look hot.” As soon as he said that, everything changed, and the room became sexually charged. Harry walked over and adjusted one of my shoulder straps. Our eyes met, and then he kissed me. I was surprised, but pleasantly so. I touched his waist and then Dennis joined us and kissed the back of my neck. I turned around to kiss him, and he lifted the hem of my dress.

“I’m not ready for more than this,” I said softly. They both nodded in understanding.

“I hope we haven’t been too forward,” said Dennis.

“Not at all,” I replied. “I’ve just never kissed a guy, and two was quite a treat.”

I bought the dress and pumps, bid them farewell and went home, my mind reeling. Dressing in drag had led to my desire for men, but I’d never expected it to happen so suddenly. They each called me I’d put my number on my credit card slip and we began to talk nightly. A few weeks later they were doing a show, and they invited me to attend.

“We’ve picked out an outfit for you. It should be here tomorrow,” Harry said.

When I arrived at the store the next day, I was happily shocked. The outfit was black leather, a skintight, short sleeved dress, opera length gloves and ankle boots with six inch stiletto heels. I also donned black seamed stockings, a black bouffant wig, breast forms that made me look as busty as Jayne Mansfield, and a pendant necklace with a photo of Elvis.

Once I was dressed, I headed over to the club, telling the guys I’d meet them there. As I sat at the bar, a guy named Sam found me and asked if I was Kitty.

“You’re with the band, so please follow me,” he said, leading me to a small balcony overlooking the stage. There I watched as Harry played the guitar and Dennis sang a fifties song that I recognized. The audience was wild and loud, and I instantly saw why. All the band members, including the drummer and bass player, exuded sex and confidence.

Harry moved slowly across the stage, adding solos and other licks, practically making love to the crowd with his eyes. Dennis commanded the microphone. The set featured short, up tempo songs and lasted more than an hour. As I watched Harry and Dennis onstage, I thought my cock might explode. I was wearing a pair of rubber panties that kept my bulge concealed, but they also placed enormous pressure on my erection. I tried to relax, but I was very turned on.

The audience demanded an encore, and after that Sam led me to the dressing room. Harry and Dennis smiled when they saw me. “Great show you were awesome!” I gushed. Dennis handed me a beer and introduced me to the other guys in the band, then Harry opened a bottle of Champagne. I started to flirt with Dennis, placing my hand on his waist, and then moving it down to his butt.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off this ass,” I whispered in his ear, and then licked the edge of his lobe. Harry noticed and walked over with a glass of Champagne. “You can join us,” I said, then got bold and kissed Dennis. “Is there somewhere private we can go?” I asked.

Turns out we didn’t have to. The other band members left, and we were alone in the graffiti covered room, with a table and a bed.

The guys sat on the edge of the table while I got on my knees and unzipped their pants. Neither wore underwear, and I was excited to see their big cocks. I had practiced giving blowjobs on a dildo, but this was real. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along Harry’s cockhead, tasting his salty pre come, and then I did the same with Dennis.

I reminded myself to go slow and made sure I gave each man equal attention. “Your mouth feels so good, Kitty,” Dennis said. That was music to my ears. I sucked them each slowly, one at a time. I licked their swollen cockheads, kissed the undersides of their shafts and played with their balls. After twenty minutes of oral bliss, Harry placed his hand on my shoulder and urged me to stand. As I did, he kissed me, and I unbuttoned his shirt, so he was naked. Harry raised the hem of my dress until my rubber clad ass was exposed.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment you tried on those boots at the store. But I’m going to let my best friend have the honor.”

Harry and I French kissed as Dennis positioned himself behind me. In my boots, I was his height. He lowered my rubber panties to reveal my asshole. I looked back and saw him pick up a jar of lube. He worked slowly, greasing my channel with a single finger, then two, as I energetically licked Harry’s tiny nipples.

Dennis positioned his cock at my backdoor, pressing it against my puckered opening. “You’ve got a very hot ass, Kitty,” he said. I felt the tip of his cock enter me and then a jolt of electricity traveled along the length of my spine. It felt good, but also intense. I stopped kissing Harry and focused on getting fucked. Harry held me in his arms as I lost my anal virginity. Once I’d gotten comfortable, we maneuvered so I could suck Harry’s cock, while I was still being fucked by Dennis. I was filled in both holes, and I loved it.

To say that Dennis knew what he was doing would be an understatement. He fucked me expertly, his shaft penetrating me deeper and deeper until I’d relaxed enough for him to pump in and out of me easily. When Harry came in my mouth, it was a signal to Dennis, who quickened his pace then started to tremble. I, too, began to lose control as my dick pulsed excitedly.

“Come on stud, give it to me,” I shouted. I looked back to see Dennis. His cock was like a piston, working in and out of my hole at top speed. I bucked back against him, crying out with pleasure as I came without either of them touching my dick. Moments later, Dennis’s come was shooting into me.

We spent the rest of the night kissing, talking and fucking. And during the next year, there were several encores. I later confided about my threesome to a friend who spotted their band’s CD on my coffee table. “They sure can do a lot more than play rockabilly music,” I said with a smile.

Mr. Karl M., Via E Mail

Usually, I’m a one woman man. I prefer a monogamous relationship, because it allows me the opportunity to mold the woman I’m dating. She and I can develop our kinky rituals without interference or drama. I get to learn what sets her off and how to push her buttons, and she, in turn, gets my undivided attention as a dom.

But recently I opened myself up to the idea of topping two women at once, thanks to my new girlfriend, Claire. She’s bisexual, which she told me from the start, and she kept mentioning that she wanted to bring another girl into the bedroom. “Don’t you want to see me making out with a hot babe?” she teased me.

“That would be very hot,” I told her truthfully. I did want to watch her with another girl. However, I wasn’t sure I was capable of properly topping two women one of whom I already knew was quite the brat. “But I might have to tie up both of you, so you don’t get out of hand,” I said. “Are you thinking of a naughty girl like you or a good, obedient girl?” Either prospect was making me horny, and Claire didn’t have an answer for me yet because she didn’t have a specific chick in mind.

For this transgression, I took her over my lap. She was wearing a red thong that set off her shapely butt cheeks. Claire has the perfect ass: meaty enough to give it a good spanking and curvy in all the right places. As I swatted each cheek, I said to her, “Your job is to find another girl, but someone who isn’t as bratty as you. Maybe I’ll tie you up and make you watch while she sucks my cock. What do you think of that?” My smacks got harder as I spoke, and so did my dick. I dipped my fingers between her legs to find her pussy wet and creamy. “You want me to tie you to a chair, don’t you, where all you’ll be able to do is watch and squirm and get wetter and wetter? I know you do. So next Saturday night is going to be our big date. I’ll book a hotel room. You bring a girl, and she’d better be pretty and obedient. If she’s not, I’ll punish you much worse than this,” I said, concluding with a few swats to her pussy, which always makes her really excited. “What do you have to say about that?”

“Yes, Victor, I’ll do it. I promise,” she said. “I’ll find the perfect girl.”

“I’ll e mail you the time and location later this week.” Then I moved her into cocksucking position, and she gave me a most excellent blowjob. I made her slow down a few times so I could savor the feel of her hot, wet mouth around my shaft, then I finally let her swallow my come. I then instructed her to touch herself until she came.

I booked a room with a king size bed at a luxury hotel, making sure I had enough rope and sex toys for two girls. I got to the hotel room at three on Saturday, having instructed Claire to arrive at four. I placed items like condoms and lube in the bedside drawer and put paddles, rope and blindfolds within arm’s reach. Then I watched some porn on TV until I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I found a stunningly gorgeous young woman standing next to Claire. “This is Janie,” my girlfriend said. The brunette, who had her hair in pigtails, smiled at me and curtseyed.

“Hello,” she said quietly. Her breasts were straining against her little black tank top, and I noticed that she was wearing a short black skirt. I had told Claire that neither of them should wear panties and was eager to see if they’d complied.

“Come in,” I said, leaning over to give Claire a quick peck on the cheek. “Claire, go wait in the bathroom while I inspect Janie,” I said. I knew this would be a surprise for Claire and would make her curious.

“Now, Janie, I assume Claire told you that I’m looking for a girl who knows how to follow orders. Does that describe you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Then lift up your skirt and prove it to me,” I said. When she did, I saw a beautiful, bare pussy, without even a single pubic hair. Her lips were puffy, and I could tell she was already excited. “Come closer, and spread your pussy lips for me, Janie. I want to make sure that you’re the right kind of slut for us.”

She obeyed me quickly and quietly, holding herself so I could see the inside of her sex. A glance at her face showed she was blushing and biting her lip. “How do you feel about showing off your bare pussy for a stranger?” I asked.

“Excited,” she said.

“Good. Now take off the rest of your clothes. Claire, you can come out now,” I said. She did, then, of her own volition, knelt on the floor before me.

“Now, Janie, I want you to walk over to the window and bare your breasts. They’re so pretty, it’d be selfish of us to keep them all to ourselves.” She looked at me uncertainly, hesitant to obey.

I walked over to her, and then slapped each breast once. “I thought you said you knew how to obey orders.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I do,” Janie said. I gave her nipples a few tugs for good measure, before I turned her around and pressed her tits against the window.

“Now wave to everyone down there,” I said. She did, briefly, while I played with her pussy and then closed the blinds.

“Claire, sit down in that chair,” I said, indicating a wooden chair. “Hand me that purple rope,” I ordered Janie, and she scrambled to get it. Then I secured Claire to the chair, with her wrists bound behind her back and each ankle secured to a leg of the chair.

I sat in an upholstered easy chair. “Janie, crawl to me. I want to see those pretty titties of yours swaying.” She crawled, her eyes on me the whole time. When she reached my feet, she sat up with her hands behind her back, awaiting instruction. I held my cock in my hand and told her to lick the tip. “Just the tip. Don’t be greedy.” She did as instructed, and I snuck a quick peek at Claire, to see that she couldn’t take her eyes off of us.

I gave Janie specific instructions about how much of my cock to take down her throat at each moment, and she followed every one.

She was exquisite, and I had to restrain myself from coming all over her. I fucked her mouth for five minutes, ramming my cock down her throat. When I’d had enough, I ordered her to crawl to Claire and eat her pussy. While she was tied up and getting her cunt licked, I fed Claire my cock. I’d planned to fuck both girls, but there’d be time for that later. Seeing my bound girlfriend get her pussy licked by another chick while she swallowed my cock was really hot. Claire moaned, and I could tell that Janie was as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking dick.

Soon Claire was asking for my permission to come, in a voice thoroughly muffled by my dick. “Not until you swallow my load,” I said, and then pumped my dick into her mouth until I spurted. She gurgled, and some of my cream dripped down her chin. “Janie, you can lick that up when you’re done.” Janie had her face buried in Claire’s sex, and the sight was so wonderful I was surprised I hadn’t taken advantage of this opportunity earlier. Claire trembled against the rope as Janie’s tongue brought her to orgasm. Then I kissed Janie, tasting Claire on her mouth, before making her lick up all my come from my girl’s face. And that was only the start of a very kinky evening.

Mr. Victor C., St. Paul, Minnesota

Last month I took a trip with some girlfriends to a tropical beach to escape the chill of winter, and it was there that I discovered Kara’s delicious bush. While most of our group had gone shopping, Kara and I had gone to the beach, wanting to revel in the sunshine as much as we could. I went to get some drinks at the bar, and when I returned to my lounge chair, I saw short strands of hair curling out around the edges of Kara’s bikini bottom. The sight made my pulse quicken.

Catching even a small glimpse of a hairy pussy is more than enough to get my juices flowing, and the bigger the bush, the better. I’m not sure what started this obsession, but I know that I can’t imagine making love to a woman without a mound full of hair. Seeing that Kara had such a full, luxurious bush, one barely contained within her bikini, aroused me, and I suddenly wanted her.

I put my drink down in the sand and picked up a bottle of sunscreen. It may not have been the most suave move, but I was going to give it a try. I told Kara she looked like she was getting pink in the sun, and I offered to rub some lotion on her. She thanked me, and I went to work. I squeezed a dollop of the lotion into my hand and rubbed it between my palms, then smoothed it over Kara’s shoulders and back. I didn’t stop there, however. My hands still covered in sunscreen, I moved in front of Kara and started to rub the cream into her arms and on her stomach. She giggled, and said it tickled, but I told her we had to make sure she was protected. And then I moved down her legs. As I massaged the sunscreen into her thighs, I moved so that I was directly eyeing the crotch of her bathing suit.

From my new angle I could see each tiny hair that poked out from the edge of the bikini, and the sight of the brown curls against the white Lycra bathing suit caused my own bikini bottoms to dampen. I was mesmerized by the delicate curls and couldn’t stop myself from staring. I must have gotten completely distracted by Kara’s pussy curls, because a minute later I felt her hand on mine, and when I looked up, she was staring at me curiously. “See something you like?” she asked.

“Mmm,” I moaned, my eyes returning to her curls. “I do indeed!”

As soon as the revealing words escaped, I clapped a hand over my opened mouth. I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud. But Kara didn’t seem shocked by my admission. In fact, it seemed like she’d been expecting it all along, and I wondered what she was hiding from me since it obviously wasn’t her bush.

She didn’t say a word as she shifted in her seat, but as her ass rubbed against the lounge chair, it pulled at her bikini bottoms, baring more of her dark curls. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, and when Kara let out a smug giggle, I knew she’d planned this. It was quickly becoming clear that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She wiggled in her seat a bit more, teasing me, but before I could act, she stood up and started to walk away. She paused only briefly to turn and call back to me, “Are you coming or what?” Drinks forgotten, I ran off after her, not wanting to miss out on whatever it was she had in mind for me.

Kara led me back to her hotel room, and as I stood there waiting for direction, she took off her bikini top and then slowly dropped her bottoms. Her bush of brown curls was fuller than I’d expected, and it looked like she’d been growing it out for months. I hadn’t seen such a hairy pussy aside from my own in the longest time, and I practically drooled at the sight. I didn’t need to wait for instructions anymore. I was on my knees and crawling toward Kara’s cunt in a heartbeat.

I knelt before her and reached up to run my fingers through her dark pussy hair. Her mountain of curls was soft and silky, and I dragged my fingers back and forth through the short strands. Her hair felt so good against my hand that I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning and giving away exactly how much pleasure the simple act was bringing me. When she spread her legs a little wider, I moved in closer, leaning in to get a whiff of the heady aroma of her bush. She smelled of freshly washed hair but with a hint of sweat, and it was intoxicating. I leaned in more, burying my nose in her curls for a moment to really enjoy her scent, and then I started to push my fingers past her hair and into her pussy.

She was already wet, probably from all the attention her pussy was being paid, and my finger slipped inside easily. I slowly wiggled the digit that was in her cunt, stroking her inner walls, while my other hand raked through her curls some more. I added another finger, and then a third, and because of how slick she was, they slid in without effort. The combined sensations of her juicy pussy and her soft, dry hair were tantalizing, and I felt the crotch of my bathing suit grow damp. I started thrusting my fingers in and out of Kara’s cunt, making sure to hit all the right spots with each stroke, and she moaned in time with my fingers’ movements. It wasn’t enough, though, and soon I had to stop combing my fingers through her fluffy mound so that I could lick it instead.

Kara’s pussy tasted almost as good as it looked, and I lapped her cunt from end to end, savoring her juices. When my tongue moved over her pussy hair, I delighted in its rough texture, and the way the taste of her hair mixed with that of her sweet juice was the most delectable treat. I liked having her pussy hair surrounding me and overwhelming my senses. The fine curls tickled my face while her juices dripped down my fingers, and it heightened my arousal more than anything else could have.

As I gorged myself on my friend’s pussy, my own cunt got wetter and wetter, and soon it was throbbing with desire. I wanted to make Kara come more than anything, but I wanted to come, too. I wasn’t willing to give up Kara’s pussy yet, though, and I figured I’d get myself off after I was sated. But Kara had other ideas. I was hidden between her thighs, enjoying my feast, when she tugged my hair and pulled me away from her cunt. I protested, telling her I wasn’t done and wanted to make her come, but she ignored me. While I pleaded for another minute of pussy eating pleasure, she dropped to her knees in front of me and lay down on the floor. I was so worked up over her hairy cunt that I wasn’t really paying attention, and she easily maneuvered me into a sixty nine position over her. It wasn’t until I was face to face with her pussy, though, that I realized what was going on, and at that point, all I could think about was burying my face in her curls again.

With access to Kara’s hairy cunt granted once more, I went all out as I ate her. My tongue worked over her slit and its bushy surroundings with equal fervor, and within moments there wasn’t a part of her mound that wasn’t soaked, either from her juices or my tongue. Meanwhile, she was having a field day between my thighs. She didn’t have the same reverence for pussy hair that I did, but she made up for it with enthusiastic and adept cunt licking. She was eating my pussy with such flair that at one point I actually stopped what I was doing to her because I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure Kara was giving me.

No more than ten minutes later, Kara came. Her body went rigid beneath mine, and her pussy quivered against my tongue. Then I felt a flood of juices flow into my mouth, and I knew she’d climaxed. She stopped licking me while she came, too busy moaning about how good it felt, but when her body stopped shaking and she’d enjoyed the biggest waves of pleasure, she went back to work. It didn’t take much to get me off after that. I was so turned on from eating her hairy cunt and making her climax that with only a half dozen more licks, I exploded. I kept my face between Kara’s thighs as I came, the taste and scent of her come drenched pussy hair making my climax last longer than usual. I loved every second of it.

For the rest of our trip, Kara would find new ways to bare her bush to me during the day, while at night we would end up in bed together, with me feasting on her hairy pussy. It was the best vacation ever!

Ms. Annabelle R., Buffalo, New York

After my divorce, I put off dating for three months, but then I decided to head back out with a vengeance. During that time, I’d dyed my hair a lighter shade of blonde, lost fifteen pounds, added push up bras, sexy dresses and short skirts to my wardrobe, and gotten a makeover at the mall. Armed with my new look and attitude, I decided to go on as many dates as possible.

I’d signed up with three different dating websites and had such a jam packed schedule that I was having trouble keeping track of where I was supposed to be and when. I guess it was inevitable that I’d mess things up.

It was Friday night, and I had just put on a slinky black dress and a red pashmina wrap when the doorbell rang. It was Nate, a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and a goatee. He had charmed me online with his witty ad, and we’d bantered flirtatiously. I let him in and told him I’d be a minute. Even though our exchange was brief, I could already feel the sexual tension building between us.

As I was putting on my final coat of mascara, the doorbell rang again. I went to answer it, not knowing whom it could be. When I looked out the peephole, I gasped. It was Steve, a big black guy with a football player’s physique, who I’d also made a date with . . . one that I was sure was for Saturday. I opened the door but stepped out into the hallway, keeping the door against my back. “Hi Steve,” I said. “Aren’t we supposed to get together tomorrow night?”

I felt goose bumps rise on my arms from the way he was staring at me he was already turning me on. “I thought it was tonight, but I can come back tomorrow unless you can fit me in.”

As soon as he said those words, I got an image in my mind of Nate, Steve and me, kissing and sucking and reveling in each other’s body.

“Um . . . let me see what I can do. I actually already have another date, but maybe you could join us.”

Steve smiled lustily, catching the real meaning behind my remark. “I’d love that,” he said.

I hadn’t slept with any of my recent dates because I’d been waiting to find the perfect guy, but maybe the “perfect guy” was a myth. Maybe there was more than one great guy out there for me!

“Wait right here,” I said to Steve, and then returned to Nate. “So, um, I did something embarrassing,” I said. “I accidentally booked two dates for tonight, but I have an idea: Maybe you could both join me. I know that’s crazy, but it could be really hot.” Nate agreed immediately, and I knew that I was going to have a great night.

I let Steve inside and introduced the guys to each other. We sat and chatted for a while, and then went out to dinner.

I’d never done anything like this but found that I enjoyed being the center of attention. I flirted to the max, even with the waiter, and to my delight, rather than being threatened by each other, the men seemed to like the fact that I was so in demand. At one point, my dates were sitting on either side of me while we drank coffee, and each man had a hand on one of my knees. Steve’s was big and warm, while Nate’s was smaller and cooler, and the feeling of their fingers made me melt. Their hands traveled up my thighs, and their fingers eventually touched, but no one recoiled. They kept their fingers close to my pussy while we carried on a casual conversation.

When the waiter arrived with one divine looking piece of chocolate cake and three forks, I thanked him, and from the way he winked at me, I suspected he knew exactly what was going on, but I didn’t care. I picked up a fork and speared a mouthful of cake, then held it up. “Who wants to go first?” I asked, realizing how much of a double entendre that was.

I held the fork to Steve’s lips, and he parted them, letting me feed him the dessert. Nate and I watched him swallow it, and then he took the fork and fed me a piece. The cake was so good I couldn’t help but let out a moan. Then I picked up the fork again and fed Nate a bite. We continued to eat the whole thing in this manner, and by the time we were done, I was hungering for something else: cock. I pulled both men close to me. “Thank you for agreeing to such an unusual date. I hope you’ll both come back to my place and continue it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving now,” Nate said, while Steve grunted his approval.

We walked back to my car, and before I could open the door, Steve pulled me close for a kiss, his hand once again reaching between my legs and stroking my pussy. “You’re so wet I wish I could put my cock in you right now,” he said. I bit my lip and looked at Nate, who had a giant hard on. I grabbed his hand, and he nudged up against me. We petted each other for about a minute before I collected myself, and we got in the car.

When I pulled into my driveway, my cunt was even wetter than before. We went inside my place, and I ushered them into the bedroom, grateful I had a king size bed that could accommodate all of us. I beckoned both men onto the mattress. “I want you both to take me at once: one in my ass and one in my pussy,” I announced, feeling bold.

Soon both men had undressed me, and Steve’s face was buried in my cunt while Nate sucked on my nipples. My ex husband had been more of a taker than a giver in the bedroom, so to be with two men who appreciated my body was a treat, and the sensations multiplied as their tongues went to town. When Steve slipped two fingers inside my pussy, I went wild. He kept going until I came against his hand, trembling violently.

“I really need to get fucked,” I said, breathlessly. “Here’s some lube,” I added, deciding to have Nate in my ass. I rolled over and straddled Steve. His big body felt wonderful beneath me, and he grabbed my hips and positioned me where he wanted me.

I leaned forward so my breasts were dangling in Steve’s face, while Nate held open my butt cheeks, slicked me up with lube, then pressed his cock against my puckered hole. I’d only had one other man’s dick in my ass, and I hadn’t been ready to accept it. This time, however, I was primed and ready, and hungry to be filled. If there had been a third cock in the room to put in my mouth, I’d have taken it. That’s how horny I was.

“Fuck me hard!” I cried as both men did exactly that, adjusting their movements until we’d reached a rhythm that worked for all of us. There was no awkwardness we were enjoying ourselves equally. I didn’t ask the men if they’d ever had a threesome before, because it didn’t matter. They were certainly good at it! Steve’s cock stretched my pussy, and Nate used just enough pressure as he pounded my back hole. “I’m going to come!” I said when I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Come all over my cock,” Steve urged, then pulled me close for a kiss. Meanwhile, Nate massaged my asscheeks, continuing to piston his shaft in and out of me. I could barely kiss Steve back and finally just lay against him while he held my hips tight and pumped up into me. I shuddered against him as I came, my orgasm leaving me breathless. Then both men really went to town, plunging their cocks inside me at the same time.

“Nate, come in my ass, then Steve, let me suck your cock,” I said as some dirty inspiration struck.

“What about both at once?” Steve asked.

We shifted around so I had Steve’s meaty dick filling my mouth while Nate continued to fuck my backdoor. I lifted my eyes to look up at Steve’s face, and he lost it, giving me so much cream that some of it dribbled down my chin. He pulled out, and I licked my lips while Nate pumped his load into my ass, and then we collapsed on the bed.

“Wow, guys, that was great. I hope we can do this again,” I said.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” Steve said, then laughed, referencing when I’d thought we’d scheduled our date.

“Me, too,” said Nate. We met again the next night and have continued our triple play rendezvous, I’ve discovered that three is definitely good company sexy, orgasmic company!

Ms. Caitlin R., Sacramento, California

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I didn’t know much about sex toys until I turned thirty. After my friend Beth heard that I’d never used a vibrator, she must have convinced all my friends to buy me toys for my birthday, because when I opened my gifts, I found box after box of colorful, kinky items. Some things I recognized, like the pink rabbit vibrator, but some I’d never imagined, like the glass dildo and the vibrating cockring. I felt like I could start my own sex shop, but my friends assured me that every modern girl had her share of naughty items and that I could use them on my own or with a guy.

I took my goodies home, and for once I was grateful to be alone in my big bed because I had room to spread out all my toys and examine them. Some items wouldn’t work well without a partner, like the furry handcuffs, but there were plenty of toys I could use solo to get myself off. I turned on my computer and inserted a porn DVD another naughty gift that featured a group of vacationing women who hook up with a bunch of guys and then swap partners. I wondered whether I’d ever do anything that wild. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I liked watching them! As I got more aroused, I took one of the vibrators a smooth, white toy turned it on its lowest setting and held it against my clit.

The white plaything buzzed softly, but the noise wasn’t enough to distract me from the film. I found my breathing getting heavier and felt the toy’s vibrations in both my pussy and my hand. It was not the earth shattering experience I’d expected, but I liked it. I guess I’d expected it to make me climax in ten seconds, but this toy offered more of a slow build of pleasure. With my arousal from watching people having sex onscreen and me turning up the vibe’s power to the max, I was soon coming and couldn’t stop.

Once my body got used to that toy, I decided to add some penetration to the mix. My biggest problem when masturbating is that my short fingers can’t reach inside my pussy where I really need them to be. I put down the white toy and picked up another, which was hot pink and curved at the tip, and slowly inserted it into my pussy. I picked up the white vibe again and used the two in tandem, having one probe my G spot while the other rumbled against my clit. I was so excited that I had to struggle to keep the G spot toy in place as the contractions of my inner muscles threatened to push it out.

I started talking to myself, imagining that I was showing off for my latest crush, my coworker Lucas. “You like watching me fuck myself, Lucas?” I asked. Part of me thought it was silly to say it out loud, but the part of me that was lost in the fantasy got even more turned on imagining him taking hold of one of the toys. That image spurred me on to an orgasm that left me panting. Afterward, I put the toys away in the special box my friends had given me, stuffing it under my bed.

It must have been my lucky week because when I went in to work the next day, I heard that Lucas had broken up with his girlfriend, and he asked if he could buy me a birthday drink that night. “Really?” I asked, wondering if it was a joke. After all, I’d lusted after him ever since I’d started working at the office last year.

“Of course,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Eliza. I’ve been thinking about you for a while.” Then he walked away, leaving me to wonder exactly how he’d been thinking about me.

After drinks, we picked up Japanese food and a DVD, then sat in my living room to eat and watch the movie. Dinner turned into me feeding him tempura with my hands, followed by us making out, the movie forgotten. Then we were in my bedroom, and I found myself doing something I’d dreamed about: sucking Lucas’s dick.

I was extra ravenous for his cock, and I watched his face contort in pleasure as I swallowed his shaft. “That’s so good, Eliza,” he said, but then he sat up and looked somewhat bashful.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just . . . I like to be stimulated anally, too,” he confessed, surprising me. “Do you have any lube?”

“Do I?” I said, and then laughed. “It just so happens I have lots of it. I also have some other things . . . ” I grabbed my box from under the bed and let Lucas look inside it. His eyes widened as he rummaged through my booty.

“Wow,” he said, in awe of my collection, and then selected a couple of items. “I want you to put this on me,” he said, handing me the clear jelly cockring, “then play with my ass a little before I fuck you.” I was glad he was so decisive, because as a whole, the toys were still overwhelming to me.

“What do I do?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“Just stretch the ring and slide it right over my dick,” he said, and I did, careful not to let it close until it was at the base, where I gently let go. Then he guided my fingers so I could activate the vibrating mechanism, which made him moan.

“You like that?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.

“Very much. Vibrators aren’t only for girls,” he said. That gave me an idea.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I instructed him, and Lucas did, no questions asked. With his ass right there for the taking, I felt more comfortable rather than reaching beneath him. I pulled apart his cheeks, examining his puckered hole up close no guy had ever let me do that before. I put some lube on my index finger, and then massaged his opening. When I saw him reach for his cock, I slapped his hand away. “Not yet,” I said. “Wait for me.” Lucas whimpered but put his hand back, and I returned to stroking his asshole.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I asked. It was just a finger, but I liked the way the words sounded, and maybe next time we could use the harness and strap on I’d been given.

“Yes, Eliza, I am,” he said. I proceeded to add more lube, and then pressed my digit against his hole. I wasn’t sure what it would be like, or whether I’d have any trouble getting it in, but he was so eager that my finger practically slid into his butt. Once inside, his clenching muscles sucked me deeper until I had my entire finger up his ass. It was exciting, plus I knew he wasn’t going to come because of the cockring, so I could play with him as long as I liked. He said my name again, moaned it, really, which was music to my ears.

“You’re so good at that,” he said, and his words prompted me to pour more lube and add another finger. I fucked Lucas’s ass until I needed his dick inside me. Then I pulled out, told him to stay there, washed off my fingers and returned, fishing one last toy out of my stash. “Why don’t you put these on me?” I asked him, handing him the nipple clamps my friend Jane had given me. My nipples were erect and aching to be played with by that point, and I was eager to try them out.

“Okay. Prepare yourself,” he said, before he sucked each nub and put the clamps on me. Yes, they hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, and I pushed him onto his back and straddled his dick. As soon as I slid all the way down onto his cock, the vibrations from the ring hit my clit. Wow! To be stuffed full of his dick while the toy pressed against my clit and the clamps pinched my nipples was a triple treat. Before long, I was in orgasmic heaven.

I started riding him and found that I wasn’t concerned with his orgasm, but rather intent on claiming mine. “Come on my cock, Eliza,” he said breathlessly, and then I did three times! Only after the third orgasm did I climb off, remove the cockring, and suck Lucas until he spurted a hot load into my mouth.

Lucas has said that he wants to help me work my way through my toy box, and that he has a few playthings of his own to add to it. With an offer like that from such a sexy stud, how could I refuse?

Ms. Eliza D., Denver, Colorado

My wife and I have been going to our friends’ house for New Year’s Eve ever since we became neighbors six years ago. It’s always a wild party with drinking, feasting and merriment. Joe and Christine are our closest friends, and we always have a great time, but last year’s party was the best one by far for me, anyway because I got to watch my wife have sex with another woman for the very first time.

Mandy had bought a new outfit for the occasion, a body hugging black wraparound dress that showcased her breasts perfectly. She added tall black heels and red lipstick, and pinned her dark hair back with a barrette. I teased her a little about all the primping, but I’m always happy to see her show off. I like having other people admire my hot wife.

At the party, we saw plenty of people we knew, but there were also some newcomers. I made a beeline for the bar, while Christine took Mandy around to introduce her to some of the new ladies. I hung with the guys, and I got so lost in our conversation that an hour passed before I realized I hadn’t heard a peep from my wife.

When I went to find her, I saw that she was talking with a tall redhead. The woman’s flaming hair, green dress and nude fishnets combined to create an attention getting look. She certainly held my wife’s attention! Mandy was standing as close to the stranger as she possibly could without actually touching her. I’d seen that lustful look before but usually it was directed at me!

I stood back and watched the two women get more and more engrossed in each other. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I caught an occasional sexy laugh and sensed a definite chemistry developing between them. From the sight of my wife’s flushed cheeks and flirtatious body language, it was clear that she was attracted to this lady. I didn’t care that I hadn’t even met the other woman this was hot!

At one point, Mandy looked up and saw me. She blushed even deeper, and then excused herself and came over to me. “So, um, I met this woman, Katrina. She’s really sexy nothing’s happened, but I want to kiss her. Well, I want to fuck her, actually.” Mandy said all this so fast, a sure sign she was nervous.

“Relax, baby,” I said. “She’s gorgeous. I can see why you like her. I’d be fine with that, but I’d like to watch, if no one would mind.” I knew that seeing my wife with a hot babe would be the greatest live sex show ever.

“You’re the best,” she said, and pressed her soft red lips against my cheek. I didn’t even care if she left lipstick prints on me.

Then she scurried off to her new friend while I marveled at how this evening was taking a very erotic turn. The ladies whispered to each other for a few more minutes, and then I saw a sight that made my dick jump in my pants: Katrina grabbed my wife and gave her a tongue filled kiss. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed! Joe nudged me with his elbow and said, “Wow, you’re a lucky guy. You gonna get in on that?”

I merely smiled mysteriously and shrugged my shoulders. Knowing that I was the envy of the men around me made the situation even more exciting for me. After they broke apart, the two women approached me and Katrina introduced herself. “You have a gorgeous wife,” she said.

“I know,” I said.

“Is there someplace private we can go to?” she asked. I immediately led the ladies to the guest room. I knew Joe wouldn’t mind, and besides there was no way we could wait until we got home. I ushered them inside, locked the door and moved the coats from the bed onto the floor.

“I’ll be right over here,” I said, taking a seat in a chair on the other side of the room.

“Those tits have been tempting me all night long. I want to see them,” said Katrina before pulling the sash of Mandy’s dress so that her breasts, encased in a white lace pushup bra, were revealed. “Does your wife have sensitive nipples?” Katrina asked me.

“Yes, very. She likes them twisted and bitten.” She then proceeded to follow my instructions, feasting on Mandy’s breasts. I couldn’t resist taking out my cock. I didn’t think either woman would mind. As I silently pumped my meat, Katrina made a meal out of my wife’s tits and Mandy cried out with excitement.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed as Katrina went to town. Clearly, the redhead was the one in charge. Eventually she took off all of Mandy’s clothes and instructed her to spread her legs.

“I can see how wet you are,” she said, running a finger along my wife’s slit. It was so beautiful to watch this hot woman get my wife off, and when she dipped her head between Mandy’s legs to eat her cunt, I got more aggressive in my masturbating. Mandy’s eyes briefly met mine, and we smiled at each other, before we succumbed to the pleasure of our new friend’s talented tongue. Katrina toyed with Mandy’s pussy for half an hour, taking occasional detours to play with her nipples. Then she started finger fucking my wife, and Katrina looked at me, then at my dick, and that’s when I came, spurting all over my hand.

“Why don’t you come over here and see how much I’m gonna make your wife gush?” Katrina suggested. I didn’t need a second invitation. I bolted over and watched her slim fingers penetrate my wife’s hole, three at a time, while her thumb rubbed Mandy’s clit. I was still panting, and if it were possible I’d have gotten hard again. Katrina sure knew what she was doing, keeping Mandy dangling on the precipice of an explosive climax until she was ready for her to come. Then Katrina said, “Come now, Mandy, come all over my hand.”

I’d seen Mandy climax before, of course, but never like this never with another woman and never so vigorously. Her whole body trembled, and she twisted all around and so much honey gushed out of her that I was in awe. “Want to taste her?” Katrina asked me, then moved aside to kiss Mandy while I lapped up her delicious juices.

Afterward, I’d expected Mandy to return the favor but Katrina demurred. However, she said that she’d be happy to visit us sometime and bring her toy collection. I’m leaving that option up to Mandy, but I sure hope she takes Katrina up on her offer. Seeing this hot lesbian use a strap on on Mandy would top this tremendous experience.

We went back to the party, and I noticed that everywhere we went people were whispering about us. We didn’t stay as long as we usually did, because we were eager to get home and fuck. I did make sure to call our hosts the next day and tell them that they had unwittingly played a role in the hottest sexual moment of my entire life.

“Katrina is on our permanent guest list,” Joe promised, “as long as next time I get to watch, too!” Again, that’s up to Mandy, but I’d be more than happy to give her as big of an audience as she wants.

Mr. Ryan R., Durham, North Carolina