I’d written a letter to Variations a while back about an experience I’d had in the locker room. I’d watched a hot guy jack off into his white thong from a secret hiding place. He had left his briefs on the counter where I picked them up and ate all of his semen out of them. I’d told my girlfriend about this, and she got really hot. After all, it was her insistence that I eat my own come out of my briefs that had gotten me curious about tasting the guy’s hot load at the gym. I’m not sure if I mentioned that Maria had another boyfriend from back home who went to a different college. After she found out I was open to eating another guys’ semen, she started bringing Doug’s come filled bikini briefs back to school with her after she visited him, having me lick them clean while we fucked. She said she told him what she was doing with them and that he wanted to taste my load, too. She was soon bringing my come filled briefs for him to eat while they fucked.

One Friday night, Maria and I were out drinking and dancing. Doug was supposed to have football practice that weekend, so they were not going to visit each other. But when we got back to her dorm, we were both surprised to see Doug standing in her room, waiting for her. I was especially surprised that all he was wearing was a pair of red bikini briefs. By the size of his bulge I was sure Maria was not lying about the size of his cock. He said that his practice had been canceled and that he’d wanted to surprise her. Since the buses weren’t running again until morning, I was definitely spending the night, too, as Maria pointed out. Everyone seemed okay with it.

The three of us chatted and drank wine. As Maria and I sat on her bed, Doug got up to pour us more wine. His cock was semi erect, and the head was sticking out over the top of his red bikini briefs. As he neared, Maria said, “You’re such a show off. You might as well show him your whole cock.” With that she reached over and pulled his briefs down under his balls. He must have liked showing me his cock because he got totally hard in seconds. I could not believe what I was seeing. His dick was eight inches long and thick, with a mushroom shaped head. Maria caught me staring and said, “See, I told you he had a nice cock.”

His pre come was already pouring out from the tip. Maria took my wineglass and circled his head, collecting all his pre come on the rim. She held it to my mouth for me to lick. It tasted great. She next took my glass and dipped his cock into my wine. The thought of drinking wine that his cock had been in got me hotter yet. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward toward the glass, but as she did she lowered the glass to the floor. As she brought her hand up she grabbed Doug’s cock and guided it into my mouth. I thought I was going to shoot right there. She said that since we liked to eat each other’s come out of our briefs, that we should love it hot out of each other’s cock. She held his cock for a minute, and then left us on our own. I was now giving my first blowjob, and it was happening in front of my girlfriend! I soon had his whole eight inches down my throat.

After about fifteen minutes of bliss, I could tell he was about to come. Maria said to make sure that she could see him shoot in my mouth. His first spurt went down my throat, but I then pulled him out and let him fill my mouth as I licked the sensitive underside of his huge head. Maria could see all his hot sweet come pour onto my tongue. It seemed like he was never going to stop shooting, but I didn’t miss one drop. Maria was right: It did taste even better right out of his cock. That was only the start of a hot weekend! I’ll continue on with details in another letter.

Mr. Steve W., Bismarck, North Dakota

When I first started dating Vera, I fell for her very quickly. I asked her to marry me within six months and figured we’d live happily ever after, and we have. However, our relationship has evolved. At first, we couldn’t get enough of each other and had sex at least once a day. Once, while on our honeymoon, we made it five times! But eventually, the pace of our lovemaking slowed down.

Even though Vera is almost forty, she looks as fresh faced as a college girl, with her light dusting of freckles, tan skin, honey blonde hair and big hazel eyes. Her breasts have stayed high and firm, and she’s kept her body in great shape, as I have done with mine. We run, work out and do yoga together. But over the years, both of us have grown eager to broaden our horizons, and when I saw some swingers on a talk show, I knew that the lifestyle was something worth exploring. I brought the subject up to Vera one night after we’d settled into bed.

“Honey,” I said, pulling her tight to me as we spooned, “what would you think about inviting another couple over and swapping partners?” I figured that was the fairest way to do things. I’d have suggested a threesome with another girl which would be totally hot but I knew from past discussions that Vera wasn’t bisexual, or even bi curious. Plus, there was something sexy to me about the idea of her spreading her legs for another man.

“What made you think about this, Chris? Are you bored with our sex life?”

“No, not at all. I love touching you and making you come, but I also think it would be fun to try something new. We’d both be there to watch each other and experience everything. Maybe we could find another couple who has never swapped before either.”

“Let me think about it,” she said. I didn’t press her, and the subject didn’t come up for another two weeks. Then one night as I was cooking dinner, she came up behind me and simply whispered, “Yes.” I knew exactly what she meant, and I turned to her and pulled her close for a lusty kiss.

“Let’s see who can find a couple first!” she said. My wife had really gotten into the idea, it seemed. As it turned out, the next night at our favorite little dive bar, we met the couple that would share our bed. They were in their mid thirties and had just moved into the neighborhood. Mike had brown hair and eyes and a goatee, while Jenny had black hair, pale skin and beautiful, full lips. I immediately thought about what those lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. I finally had to look away from her, lest I freak her out with the intensity of my stare.

As we stood across from our new friends at the bar, I had my arm around Vera and gently stroked her shoulder, feeling the goose bumps there as I tried to flirt with Jenny. Before long, we’d broken apart and formed two new couples. The intense attraction was palpable, and at one point, Jenny reached up and stroked my cheek. She smiled at me, then blushed and looked down. “Jenny, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it. I think you’re beautiful, and I’m dying to kiss you.” I paused and then continued, saying, “Vera and I were hoping that you and Mike might want to come back to our place for some fun. We’ve never done anything like this before, but we’ve been talking about it, and hoping to meet the right couple, and I have a feeling you two are it.”

Jenny giggled, then moved closer to me. “We’ve never done anything like this either, but we were checking you out. I told Mike I thought you were hot, and he said I should go for it.” After she said that, she tilted her head up to kiss me. Her lips were warm, and she tasted both a little salty and a little sweet. Her tongue pressed into my mouth, and I put my hand on her ass, pulling her close. I hadn’t kissed anyone other than Vera in so long, and it was so hot. I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my chest even through her clothes and I sensed the desire coursing through her.

When we finally broke our lip lock, she nuzzled my neck. I peeked over at Vera, who by then was sitting on Mike’s lap. I wondered what the other bar patrons thought, because we’d clearly come with our spouses and were now entangled with other people. I motioned for Vera to come over to where we were, and she did. We conferred quickly and quietly, formalizing what I already knew: that we were ready to become swingers!

We drove back home me with Jenny, and Mike with Vera. Jenny’s hand kept wandering to my thigh until I actually had to remove it so we wouldn’t have an accident. When we arrived at our place, we resumed making out frantically, even though we were only steps away from being indoors. I pulled down Jenny’s top enough to reveal a black lace bra, through which I could see a hint of nipple. “Show me your breasts, Jenny,” I said, and she didn’t hesitate to pull down the cups of the bra and show me her tits. I’d never done anything like this with Vera! I sucked on Jenny’s breasts noisily, until I heard a knock on the window. I looked up to see my wife beckoning us inside.

We went in, and I offered everyone a drink. “I’m okay, man,” Mike said. “What I most want is your wife.” We shared a look, and then we all headed to the bedroom. Soon Vera was on her knees, licking Mike’s balls and then taking the head of his cock into her mouth. I saw them out of the corner of my eye as I stripped Jenny naked. Her lipstick had completely worn off, but her bare, pink lips looked even sexier, and I nipped at them, loving the way she moaned in response. I soon stopped comparing her in my head to Vera and just enjoyed her beautiful body.

Jenny opened my jeans and wrapped her hand around my cock when she found it. I watched her stroke my dick, and when she leaned over and let a line of drool fall from her mouth, lubricating the head of my cock, I nearly fainted. Jenny leaned down and sucked the tip of my dick, but I didn’t want to come in her mouth. Instead, I pushed her back onto the pillows and accompanied by the sound of Vera slurping away at Mike’s dick entered Jenny’s pussy. She had a light dusting of dark pubic hair on her mound, and I kept my eyes locked on her slit as I sank my dick into her hole. She started playing with her tits, tugging the nipples, and smiling at me.

Jenny looked totally gorgeous, and I felt her cunt tightening around me as she got more turned on. She wrapped her legs around me and urged me in deeper. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Your pussy is so tight, I’m going to come soon. But maybe I’ll fuck your ass later. What do you think about that?” She moaned, so I kept talking. “Do you like it up the ass? Maybe you’d like me and Mike to fuck you at the same time?” I loved how my dirty talk made her shudder, and I have to admit it was turning me on, too.

I began thrusting even faster, and she bucked her body up against mine to meet each of my movements. I raised her arms above her head, pinning down her wrists with one hand, and used the other to play with her clit. I couldn’t get the angle I wanted so I flipped her over and pressed my weight down against her body as I once more slipped my cock inside her. I leaned against her back while I toyed with her clit and continued pumping my hips. Jenny was so wet I thought my dick might slip out of her, but that didn’t happen. “Where do you want my come?” I asked her. When she didn’t answer at first, I pulled out and slapped my cock against her butt cheek.

“Answer my question, Jenny,” I said, knowing that if she didn’t, I might spurt all over her ass. “In my pussy,” she said, and I immediately thrust back in, hard, making her moan again. I glanced over to see Mike’s hands on Vera’s head as she swallowed him whole. I plunged in and out of Jenny, feeling her muscles clutching me before I groaned and shot my load.

“Yes,” she hissed, before reaching for her clit and frigging it quickly, eliciting her climax. We kissed passionately afterward, and she told me she wanted me to fuck her ass after we rested for a little while.

We watched Vera make Mike come with her mouth, then saw him eat her out, which inspired me to eat Jenny’s ass before fucking it nice and slow. Mike’s eyes widened when he saw what we were doing and so did Vera’s! We’d never had anal sex, though I had worked a finger into her butt while we were fucking and had rimmed her. I made sure to use plenty of lube and paid attention to Jenny’s pussy, too. She came again, and so did I.

When we were done, they did each indulge in a glass of wine, and we exchanged numbers. They were eager to get home, probably to do what we did: recap our adventure and plot what we wanted to happen next time!

Mr. Chris V., Scottsdale, Arizona

Cara and I had been dating for almost a year when I realized how much she loves to serve and obey me. Sure, we’d had our share of hot, kinky sex, in which I’d taken her across my knee and spanked her, or pulled her hair while she sucked my cock, or tied her up with her scarves. But to me that was different than following orders that was simply hot sex.

The master/slave relationship we’ve grown into is what I consider BDSM, even when it involves something as mundane as deciding what Cara’s going to eat for breakfast. She likes having me guide her it secures our bond and makes us that much more devoted to each other. And knowing that she’ll always defer to me makes my cock harder than anything else.

For instance, we were getting ready to attend a wedding, and she wanted to wear a low cut sequined black dress, but I deemed it too risqu for such a conservative affair. She pouted and said, “Who are you to tell me how to dress?” Then she looked up at me, her eyes widening. Cara knew exactly who I was: her master.

“Fine,” she grumbled, but when she reached for the pale pink dress I held out to her, I grabbed her wrist.

“I think you should show me a little more respect and appreciation,” I said. “Maybe we shouldn’t even go to the wedding.” Of course, there was no way I’d make her miss her dear friend’s wedding, but I liked challenging her.

Cara shut her mouth and stood in front of me, naked. Her small breasts were perky, their nipples hard. The contrite look on her face made me horny. “I’m sorry, Master. What can I do to make it up to you? Of course you get to pick out my clothes, from my underwear to my shoes to my dress. That’s your role, and mine is to do as you tell me.” She didn’t sound like she was merely reciting the words, but like she meant them through and through.

I got the impression Cara was angling to suck my cock, but although she excels at it, that wasn’t what I wanted at the moment. “I want you to wear the butt plug. The newest one I bought you. To the wedding. And I want to see you put it in right now.”

Her mouth again gaped open, making me rethink my decision not to have her suck me off, but there wasn’t time if we were going to make it to the wedding. Cara’s ass is large and curvy. Her butt cheeks can take heavy slaps and whips, and her asshole seems to delight in being filled. I’d stuck plenty of butt plugs back there, but I’d never watched her insert one herself. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while my naked girlfriend scrambled around to find the lube and the plug.

Let me tell you, restraining myself from bending her over and fucking her hard was a challenge, but it was worth it, because when she bent over and placed the pink, lubed up toy against her tender asshole, I was treated to quite a show. “That’s it, Cara, shove it in, and think about how I’m gonna fuck you back there when we get home.”

“Oh, yes,” she babbled, as she played with the toy. She kept herself balanced with one hand braced against the bed as she played with the plug. I knew she was capable of coming from backdoor penetration alone, but I wanted to make her wait for her sake and mine. Whenever I deny Cara an orgasm, the one she has later is always incredibly explosive.

“Let me make sure it’s in there deep enough,” I said, my voice raspy with lust. I walked over, and with one hand turned the flared base of the plug, while with the other, I thrust three fingers into her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she exclaimed. “Yes, keep going.” I stilled. “I mean, do whatever you want. I’m yours I’m here to serve you, Master.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said, adding a fourth finger as my cock stiffened. I could’ve played with her body all day, but we had someplace to be, so I abruptly pulled out and went to the bathroom, telling Cara she had ten minutes to get ready. In the bathroom I jerked off, thinking of her tight ass as I came.

Exactly ten minutes later, Cara was ready, looking gorgeous in her pale pink dress, which matched the plug that was nestled between her cheeks. I drove us the two hours to the wedding without incident, thrilled to know my girl’s naughty little secret. We mingled and chatted with our friends in the hotel’s banquet room, and no one was the wiser, until Cara had her third glass of Champagne, and I caught her telling a single guy about what else she was wearing underneath her dress.

I swooped over, pulling her away from him and plucking the glass from her hand. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m just making conversation!” she said, indignant again.

“And you think telling a guy you’re wearing a butt plug isn’t going to make him want to fuck you?”

“Maybe but it doesn’t mean I was going to do anything.”

“You’ve already done enough,” I told her, discreetly pulling her hair hard enough to make her gasp. “Did that make you wet?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she whispered back, her cheeks flaming.

“I think it’s time we leave. Go say your good byes.”

“Already?” I raised my eyebrows until she got the point. We then gave the few farewells we needed to and headed to the lobby to get a room.

“How’s your ass?” I asked her as we walked away from the check in desk.

Cara blushed adorably, and then said in a low voice, “Good hungry for your cock.”

“As it should be,” I said, and the moment we were inside I pushed her to the floor. “Suck my dick the way you wanted to suck that guy’s.”

She didn’t try to argue her way out of my accusation. Instead she reached for my zipper and pulled out my cock. She started by licking my balls as is my preference and only when I’d told her she could move on did Cara start tonguing my dick. “Get it nice and wet, so it’s ready for your ass.” She gave me a very juicy blowjob, but in the middle of it, I realized something was wrong: Cara was still dressed. “Get up,” I urged her.

Then I stripped her gown over her head and ripped her delicate stockings in my haste to get them off her body. I then removed her bra and panties until all she was wearing was her silver necklace and the pink butt plug. “That’s better, now hurry up.”

She dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock again, until I was ready to fuck her sweet ass. “Now stand up against the wall and don’t make any noise.”

She did as ordered, and I carefully removed the toy before slathering my cock with lube and taking her eager ass. Cara thrust back against me, whispering, “Yes!”

“You’re not going to flirt with strangers again, right, slave?” I asked as I reached for her clit.

“No, Master,” she said, her asshole pulsing around my dick.

“And you’re going to wear what I tell you, right?”

“Yes, Master,” she said a little louder as I rubbed her button in circles.

“Good girl. Then you may come.” The words had barely left my mouth when my sexy slave girl shivered and climaxed. Her orgasm was so powerful that I couldn’t hold off any longer, and I came in her ass, crying out louder than I’d intended. We shuddered together a few final times, and then we took a shower. It was the perfect ending to the night.

Mr. Steve R., Via E Mail

When I saw Janet from across the classroom, my heart skipped a beat and my nipples perked up. We were both attending a seminar about how to be an entrepreneur. Somehow I knew Janet was a lesbian, even without speaking to her. She had short curly hair, and was wearing faded jeans, a white t shirt sans bra, and a black leather jacket. She exuded a cool sensuality that made it hard for me to pay attention to our instructor.

I kept sneaking glances at Janet, wondering what she thought of my short denim skirt and pink flowered t shirt, whose neck I’d cut so that it showed off my ample cleavage. I didn’t come to the class to try to meet anyone, and certainly not a woman, but I was undeniably attracted to Janet, more so than anyone else in the room even the cute guy who’d winked at me. She and I introduced ourselves during a break, and I found out that Janet was looking to open a bike repair company, while I told her about my desire to sell my clothing to local boutiques.

The idea of her working with her hands quickly morphed in my head to one of her working me with her hands. I’d never thought of myself as bisexual before, but call it what you want, my pussy wanted Janet and so did the rest of me! The class was three hours long, and by the time it was done, my panties were wet. I got over my usual shyness and approached Janet again. “Interesting stuff, huh?” I said. “Your business idea is great. You look like you’re good with your hands.” I hadn’t meant to say that, but once I did, I couldn’t take it back, so I didn’t try.

“I’d say I am,” she replied, with a grin and raised eyebrows. Then she just looked at me.

I got up the courage to say, “So do you want to get some lunch? I’d love to talk more about business . . . and whatever else.” I hoped she could read my fumbling signs of interest for what they were: a proposition.

Janet gave me a mysterious smile, and told me that she lived nearby, so we could grab a bite at her place. I was sure my cheeks reddened, but I agreed. Once I calmed down a little, she was easy to chat with, but when her leather jacket brushed against my bare arm, my heart skipped a beat. When we arrived at her place, she reached deep into her pocket for her keys, and I ogled her some more.

“Here it is,” she said, and flung off her jacket, revealing her erect nipples, which were barely hidden by her thin t shirt. She may as well have been saying, “Here’s my hot body,” for all I was paying attention to her apartment.

“I’m actually not hungry . . . well, not for food,” I said, before I could rethink my statement. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you during the class today. You’re so hot. I’ve never been with a girl before, but I’ve had plenty of fantasies.”

“Have you?” Janet asked. She sounded amused, but as she walked closer, she looked less amused and more like I was prey that she was about to devour.

“Yes,” I said, and she traced her finger down my cheek.

“What have you been thinking about, exactly?” She pulled my hand to her mouth and began kissing it, and then she sucked on my index finger, sending tremors throughout my body.

“Your hands . . . on me. On my pussy. On my breasts. Pulling my hair.” When I stopped talking, she looked up at me with a piercing gaze.

“Keep going, and I’ll keep going.” So as I wove a detailed fantasy about her fingers in my ass and pussy, and then pinching my clit, she undressed me. I’d thought of Janet as a tough girl, but she seemed to melt once she got my nipples in her mouth, sucking on them both at once. Hearing her murmuring against my skin made me realize that she was as hot for me as I was for her. This gave me the courage to reach under Janet’s shirt and stroke those nipples that I’d been envisioning all day.

“Oh,” she gasped, raising her head and then lunging in to kiss me. I dropped my hands and our chests pressed together. Then we were grappling each other, both eager and hungry and very, very horny. “You are so beautiful, Andrea,” she said. “Let’s go to my room.”

I live in a very small apartment, and while Janet’s apartment was gigantic, her bed was made for sex. It was king size, with plump pillows, black sheets, and a purple comforter. She pulled me in, lifted me up and placed me on the bed, then said, “Close your eyes.” I giggled, but did it, curious about what was to come next. I heard rustling, and when I opened my eyes, she had laid out an array of vibrators in different colors, plus a black dildo that looked bigger than any penis I’d ever seen.

“I want to fuck you, Andrea, but I’ll let you choose what toy I use,” she said, and climbed over me, pulling me close for another kiss before I examined the toys.

“I don’t know if I can handle it, but I’m intrigued by this one,” I said, holding up the dildo. She smirked and then said, “I’ll use lots of lube. I’d love to fuck you with this.” I’d thought she meant pushing it into me with her hand, but she got up, took off her clothes, and rummaged around some more before finding a black harness, which she stepped into and then fitted the toy into. Meanwhile, I touched my clit, too aroused to ignore my engorged bud.

Janet climbed on top of me, and her breasts grazed mine, hard nipples making my skin tingle. “You’re gorgeous,” she said, and I said it back. I was a virgin at this kind of sex, but it felt totally right when she grabbed the cock and pressed its head against my hole. Then she gently urged me to open wider for her. I looked up at her determined face, then shut my eyes and focused on the sensation of the throbbing in my pussy as her dick filled me.

Janet leaned down and we kissed, our bodies pressed tightly together as her hips rocked back and forth. I wrapped my legs around her waist, and soon I was coming as the giant toy hit my G spot over and over again. She held me tight as I shuddered, and continued fucking me. I liked that we could keep going. After she came, she flipped me over so she could fuck me from behind. The dildo was so big it almost hurt, but she added more lube and then it felt wonderful to be stretched like that. She massaged my butt cheeks, squeezing them in a way that let me know she appreciated my curvy bottom and made me hotter. When I twisted around to look at Janet, her eyes were riveted on the spot where her cock met my wet, pink pussy.

“Yes!” I called out, and came again, prompting her to slam hard into me. I tried to buck back against her and keep pace, but eventually, I just laid there and let her fuck me until she came again.

“Wow, that was amazing,” she said, and I felt like I’d passed my first test as a lesbian. “Next time maybe you can wear the strap on.” I grinned at her. That was a challenge I was definitely up for!

Ms. Andrea R., New York, New York

When my wife of fifteen years admitted to me that she had been having an affair for three months with a man named Matt, I was devastated. How could she have carried on this way after all we had been through together?

That night, during her tearful confession, I found myself asking her all sorts of questions about how often and where they met, about their relationship, and of course, about their sex life. Ramona and I are both forty one years old, and Matt is a few years older. He’s a smooth talking lawyer who had carefully seduced her with praise and flattery at the health club my wife regularly attended. My questions continued, and we were both drinking pretty heavily by the time I turned to specific sex acts.

“Did you suck his cock?” I asked.

“What do you think?” my wife replied. “Yes. Obviously I sucked his cock.”

“What was it like?”

“His is thinner and longer than yours, but he didn’t get as stiff as you,” she answered.

I took a deep breath and asked, “Did he come in your mouth?”

“Why are you asking all these questions?” she responded in a frustrated tone.

“Because I want it all out on the table. I want to know the truth,” I replied. And while that was indeed the case, I have to admit that hearing all of these explicit details about her sex with Matt was starting to give me a hard on.

“Okay,” she said with exasperation. “Yes, he came in my mouth.”

“How many times?”

“Twice.”

“How was it?” I asked.

“How was what?”

“Blowing him. Did you enjoy it? Was it different from when you do me?”

“It was great. I thoroughly enjoyed doing it for him, and yes, it was different,” Ramona replied. “I love the way he tasted.”

“Describe it,” I asked, feeling my cock swell even more.

“I don’t know. Manly, maybe. I just really liked the smell and taste of his body. It was just different, you know?”

“What about his come? Did it taste different than mine?”

“Yes, it did,” she said.

“Different how? Was it sweeter? Saltier?” I pressed for an answer.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It was different, but it tasted good. He didn’t come quite as much as you usually do, but I know I drove him totally wild.”

“Did you spit it out, or did you swallow?”

“I swallowed,” my wife told me matter of factly.

Then she abruptly cut off the conversation, but it would not end so easily for me. My wife and I had that talk a couple of months ago, and since that night I’d thought about it every day. I became obsessed with the image of Ramona taking Matt’s cock into her mouth even more so than the image of them fucking. At odd times during the day, I’d catch myself imagining his long cock slipping between her lips. Ramona gives great head, and I’m sure she didn’t hold anything back with Matt. Maybe she even used different techniques, but I don’t know that for sure. Whatever she did to him, it was the thought of him dropping his load onto her tongue that did it for me. When I closed my eyes, I could almost smell the bitter aroma and feel the stickiness of his load on her lips.

Finally, two weeks ago, I could no longer stand the fantasies that were haunting me. I made us some strong drinks, and then asked Ramona if she wanted to suck Matt off one more time.

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “After what we’ve been through for the past two months, I don’t know if that would be a good idea.”

“I’m not asking you if it would be a good idea. I’m just asking if you’d want to do it again.”

Ramona said that she didn’t want to be with Matt again because she feared it would negatively affect our marriage. But after some prodding from me, however, she admitted that on a strictly sensual level, yes, she wanted to taste him one more time. I told her that it was okay. I wasn’t going to divorce her. In fact, I was very turned on by the prospect as long as I got to watch. Ramona was shocked, but after a lot of reassurance, she agreed to talk to Matt about it. That night in bed, I told her to suck me the way she had done to Matt, and I came like never before.

A few days later, Ramona called me at work to say that she had talked to Matt. It was their first conversation since the night she’d revealed her affair to me. She told me that Matt was up for a farewell blowjob, but he was uncomfortable with having me in the room. When I expressed my disappointment, Ramona asked if this meant that I was not going to allow her to lick her lover’s cock ever again. I told her I had to think about it and hung up.

That night at home, after Ramona cooked my favorite dinner and prepared some special drinks, we continued our discussion. She persuaded me to let her suck him off one more time and promised me that that was all that would happen between them and that she would come home immediately and tell me all about it. She kissed me passionately, and then I told her that I didn’t want her to rinse her mouth out before she came home.

Then came the brainstorm. “I have an even better idea,” Ramona said. “How about you drive me to his apartment and wait in the car for me. I’ll come right down to you when we’re finished.”

That sounded like the next best thing to watching, so I agreed. She picked up the phone, but before she dialed, she asked me again if I was really okay with this. I silently nodded, and then she called Matt to tell him that she would be at his place in an hour.

It all happened so fast. We got dressed and drove to Matt’s place. Ramona told me that I was the most wonderful husband and gave me a full kiss on the mouth before leaving the parked car and walking toward the building. Once she’d reached the doorway, she turned around and waved to me. I lit a cigarette and sat back in the car with the radio playing. My mind was filled with a thousand dirty images, and my cock was pulsing in my pants. In less than a half hour, Ramona was back in the front seat next to me. Her hair was a little mussed up, and she was smiling.

“Well, how was it?” I asked.

“Mmm, fantastic. Very sexy and hot,” she said. “I told him you were out here.” She pointed up to his apartment window, and there was Matt, looking down and giving us a thumbs up sign.

“I had forgotten how delicious his cock is,” she said. “But as soon as I had his pants off, it all came rushing back to me.” As she spoke, her breath carried the scent of his sex. It was distinctly different from when she kissed me good bye before going into Matt’s apartment just thirty minutes earlier, and as I deeply inhaled the scent, it intoxicated me. I felt like my head was spinning. She told me that Matt had greeted her at the door with a glass of red wine, which she quickly drank both to get a buzz and because she knew I was waiting downstairs. In between sips of wine, they were kissing hungrily, having been deprived of each other for months. After her last sip, Ramona told Matt about me being outside and said she wanted to get him off and go back to her husband. Matt thought that sounded great, so he took off his pants and Ramona knelt down and blew him until he came while he stood there, still holding his wineglass. After she swallowed his load, she took one last gulp of his wine, kissed him good night and left.

Now she was mine again, and in the front seat of the car, she leaned over to kiss me. I imagined that I could taste not only the wine, but his semen as well, and it made my cock throb wildly. Ramona told me that blowing Matt that way was the hottest thing she’d ever done sexually. She said that afterward Matt asked if they could do it again sometime. When I asked her if she wanted to, she simply nodded.

I started the car and drove Ramona home. When we got there, we had the wildest sex imaginable right on the living room floor. The idea that my wife had been on her knees sucking another man’s cock only moments before had me fired up, and it didn’t take long for me to shoot into her silky pussy.

It was such a hot experience for me that I’m considering letting her do it again. If it happens, I’ll let you know.

Mr. Charlie L., Seattle, Washington

I finally got home around eight o’clock in the morning from working the overnight shift. I could smell the scent of cooking bacon even from outside the house. When I went inside, I thanked Lindsay for making breakfast. She said mysteriously, “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”

“Why? What do you have planned for the day?” I asked. She grinned but said nothing.

After breakfast was finished, I headed for the shower to wash off a night’s worth of funk. I invited her to join me, but she said she had some things to do and she’d already showered.

I came out of the bathroom to find her wearing my bathrobe. Her petite body looked silly in the too large robe because it dragged on the ground when she walked. I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. I pulled her to me, and it felt like there was something concealed underneath it. “What’s in the pocket?” I asked.

“Oh, there’s nothing in the pocket,” she replied. She untied the belt of the robe and let it slip slowly from her shoulders. I was shocked to see my little flower standing before me wearing a strap on cock! In contrast with the rest of her body, it looked quite large. The toy turned out to be about six inches and fairly slender.

She could see the look of consternation on my face and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“I think so.”

“Good. That’s the first step. I’m going to ask you to give this a try. If you decide you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

I asked, “Can we stop right now?”

I knew that this would not be an option. I also knew the incredible pleasure she had gotten from being fucked in the ass by me less than twelve hours earlier, so despite my nerves, I was curious to try it myself.

We lay down together on the bed, facing each other. It felt strange to feel her appendage rubbing against my belly. We kissed and hugged and stroked each other for a while. She described her trip to the porn shop downtown how everyone in the store froze when she walked in. She’d enjoyed the attention as she carefully considered all the products in the display case before making her choice.

“After I decided which one to buy,” she said, “I looked over the counter at the man behind the register and said, ‘I would like the small vibrating strap on dildo on the bottom shelf.’ You could have heard a pin drop as every head in the store turned my way.”

This story shocked me, and I told her so. She didn’t seem to care about what a bunch of men whom she would never see again thought of her.

I hadn’t realized that while we were talking she was gently stroking my anus. It wasn’t until I felt her finger start to probe me that reality hit me: She was going to put that thing inside me. My dick was as hard as steel, and I was no longer afraid.

“Your cock tells me that you’re excited about what’s going to happen,” she said.

I turned and surrendered myself to her. At that very moment, she knew that from that day forward, there would be no taboos. I knew it, too. I knew that I was hers for the taking.

Lindsay had carefully planned the moment. She reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, took out some lube, and greased up her “cock.” She moved into position and gently placed the tip of the toy against my anus. My sphincter clenched involuntarily as she pressed forward.

Lindsay slowly worked about an inch of the toy into my ass and paused for a moment before continuing. By the time she had three inches of cock inside me, my asshole started to relax, making it easier for both of us. She turned the device on to medium vibration and held her hips still as the toy buzzed to life. I was the one to finally move, pushing back to take more of it inside me.

Lindsay began to whisper something about me being her little slut and asking if I was ready for the rest. I replied by pushing back until her hips were flush against my buttocks. She played with the toy’s control, varying the speed of the vibrations. She started to move it in and out of my ass, all the while talking about what a good girl I was. She pulled out and had me get on my knees to match the way she’d been positioned the previous evening when I’d fucked her ass. She came behind me and slipped her dick back inside me. “Play with your cock,” she said. “Play with it while I fuck your ass with my tool and let me know when you’re about to come.”

I obeyed her instructions. My hand was a blur as I pulled on my cock while she pounded my ass. I told her I was going to shoot soon. She released the straps from her contraption, leaving her cock humming inside my ass while she came around front to take my cock between her lips. It only took a few seconds before I was coming in her mouth. Just as the first glob of semen shot onto her tongue, she pulled the vibrator from my ass. After my orgasm was over, I lay down on the bed, totally spent.

Lindsay took my face in her hands to kiss me. Her tongue pushed between my lips, and I discovered that my entire load was still in her mouth. She made certain that she transferred as much of my come as possible to my mouth. To my surprise, I found that I liked the taste of it!

She then planted her pussy on my face. At this point, I knew what she wanted, and I was ready to give it to her. After I brought her to a body shaking orgasm, we both fell asleep.

Having worked all night, I slept through lunch and woke to the sound of cooking. I walked naked to the kitchen, using the walls to steady myself.

Lindsay was in the middle of preparing a dinner of steak, baked potatoes and fresh vegetables, and had a delightful bottle of wine. It wasn’t my habit to drink first thing in the “morning,” but since I was off from work for two nights, I made an exception.

We sat at the tiny kitchen table enjoying the wine with some crusty Italian bread from the local bakery. She finally broke the silence. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Okay, I guess.”

“Just say the word, and I’ll never do that to you again.”

Before she’d finished her sentence, I said, “I loved it! I definitely want to do it again just not this week.” Lindsay laughed.

I sat pondering the events of the past twenty four hours, and my lips curled into a slight smile.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“I have a sexual deviant for a girlfriend.”

She said, “Any time you want to end it, just let me know. I’ll understand.”

What I wanted was to find out what else she had up her sleeve. “Where did you learn all this kinky stuff, and how much more am I going to discover?”

“I learned a lot more than communications at that little college out in the middle of nowhere,” she said. “My roommate had quite an extensive collection of porn.”

I asked with a grin, “And what else did you and your roommate do while you were watching these movies?”

She got real serious, looked me straight in the eye and said, “I have a few ground rules. I don’t discuss past experiences. I don’t do multiple partners, male or female. I will not be tied up, nor will I do it to anyone else. No whips, chains, paddles or hairbrushes.”

She then leaned across the table and said, “As long as I am with you, I’ll be with no other partner. I expect and demand the same from you. Other than that, I’m willing to try anything.”

We had forgotten about our dinner until the smoke alarm started beeping. The steak was cooked a lot more than I like, but it was fabulous because of the hands that prepared it.

I knew right then and there that she was mine. I, in turn, was hers. Forever.

After the dishes were cleaned up, we decided to take a shower and go downtown for a walk. We returned around dusk, kicked off our sandals, and sat out on the balcony listening to the waves crashing on the beach and opened another bottle of wine.

I took in the beauty of her silhouetted form and continued to ponder. I stood and moved in front of her and knelt on the hard concrete. I took her face in my hands and tenderly placed kisses all over her face, ears and neck. She pulled me to her bosom and held me there. With the side of my face against her like this, I could hear her quickening heartbeat and her labored breathing.

Without a sound, I stood, took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I turned on a small lamp in the corner and lit a few candles.

She stood near the bed waiting to be undressed. I pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a lacy white bra. The bra was so sheer that it was almost transparent. I trailed kisses from her shoulders over the tops of her breasts, and then down to her flat belly. On my knees, I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing matching panties.

I moved back and drank in her beauty. I stood and scooped her up in my arms and gently laid her on the mattress and then undressed myself. I lay down beside her and continued kissing her all over. I released the clasp of her bra and pulled it off her arms. I kissed her lovely breasts, and then gently took a nipple in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I released her nipple and began to blow on it softly. The cool contrast made her nub feel like it was hard enough to cut glass. I repeated this with her other nipple before moving downward. I kissed her cunt through the lace of her panties, which were soaked. I removed her undies and began to kiss, lick and blow on her pussy.

I could sense her urgency, but I was in no hurry. At that moment, I was all about pleasing her, and I was going to take my time doing it. I slowly brought her to what she later described as a “mini climax” with my tongue. I rolled her over and began the same slow treatment on the back, her buttocks, down one leg and up the other.

As I caressed her thighs, she parted her legs, exposing her pleasure zone. I slowly licked her bottom up and down, and then gently probed her anus with my tongue. I stealthily reached over to the nightstand for her bag of tricks. I had opened the bag in search of a bottle of lube. What I found, among other items, was a small vibrating butt plug. I greased up the toy and turned it on as I gently pressed it against her sensitive asshole, much to her delight.

After the plug was in place, I had her turn over so I could go back to her dripping cunt. I slowly brought her to an orgasm not the violent, screaming, quaking kind. She described it as much deeper, enveloping her entire being.

When she caught her breath, I handed her a glass of wine and lay down beside her. I told her that I didn’t necessarily require intercourse. My rigid cock betrayed my words, and I knew it. We drank our wine and talked. After we finished our beverages, I got between her open legs and, looking into her eyes, began to penetrate her slowly. We made tender love gazing into each other’s eyes. I was in no hurry to get off I wanted the moment to last forever.

With amazing strength, she wrapped her legs and arms around me and rolled us both over so that she was on top. She rotated her hips slowly, giving my cock a guided tour of her steamy pussy. She could tell that I was close to coming. She encouraged me, quietly whispering her filthy talk in my ear. My cock swelled, and I felt my load boiling from the very depths of my soul as I released into her.

I lay on the bed exhausted. She climbed off me and surprised me once again. She stood on the bed, her feet astride my head, and lowered her wet pussy to my face.

She didn’t need to say anything. I knew what I was to do. I lapped at her cunt, tasting and enjoying our combined juices, bringing her to her final orgasm of the evening as I toyed with the plug nestled in her back hole.

Afterward, we lay enjoying the afterglow until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Mr. Walter K., Miami, Florida

Like many women, I’m a fashionista, but I’m different from most ladies in that my closet doesn’t only reflect my sense of style. It also reflects my kink: my love of latex. I have more rubber outfits than I do traditional clothes. For me, I’m more comfortable when I’m clad in latex, and I try to wear at least a little bit of it every day. I feel, in a word, naked without it. Latex makes me feel sexy, even if I’m the only one who knows I’m wearing it, as is the case when I’m wearing latex panties or a bra underneath my business clothes. Although it thrills me to enjoy my fetish on a daily basis by myself, the best times are when I have someone with whom to share my latex lust.

I’ve had some wild adventures in my fetish outfits, and each piece of clothing conjures up special erotic memories. The first time I wore my red latex dress coincided with the night of my first threesome, and there has been nothing but debauchery ever since. There’s something elemental about latex that excites me: its smell, its shine its very essence. I think it’s the sexiest thing I can put on my body.

I’m a shapely girl, and I love the way latex clothes cling to my skin, not hiding my curves but enhancing them. Most of my clothing has been custom made, though there are a few things I’ve bought off the rack, like my pink latex trench coat. Whenever I have extra cash, I add to my latex wardrobe. Getting fitted for a new outfit makes me feel like a queen and I certainly get treated like one when I’m wearing one of my stunning outfits.

Last summer I wore a latex fishtail skirt to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. It was blazingly hot out, but I was willing to brave the heat for all the attention I’d get because of my fabulous outfit. I wasn’t competing in the costume contest, but with my sparkly pink mermaid like skirt and my skimpy shell shaped top, I stood out even among the elaborately attired crowd.

Hot girls and guys kept coming over to me and asking to touch my skirt. Their attention and stroking hands got me excited. One pretty girl made a show of running her hands up and down the sleek, shiny material, stroking my hips and cupping my asscheeks in a way that let me know it wasn’t her first time feeling up a woman. My pussy was so slick that I felt my juices dripping down my thighs.

Her antics drew a crowd, and she was as thrilled as I was to be the center of attention. “It’s too bad you’re not wearing latex, too, though we might stick together if you were,” I said. She smiled and dipped her fingers down inside my seashells to stroke my nipples. Being touched sensually while I’m wearing latex is one of the best experiences in the world. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back as I enjoyed her attention. Finally she moved her hands, and then kissed the top of each of my breasts, before slipping me her number. We hooked up the next week and shared a sweet sixty nine while we each wore latex mini dresses.

When I go to a cocktail party, I make sure to wear one of my couture latex dresses, fully shined so I stand out to the max, but sometimes I need to dress more sedately. Last week I had to attend a corporate presentation, one I knew would be totally boring. It required a staid, professional outfit, but I livened it up by wearing a black latex bra and panties beneath my gray suit. The latex undies clung to my body enticingly and turned me on. I had to force myself to pay attention to the speaker, when all I really wanted was one of the handsome men in attendance to whisk me away and slip his hand up my skirt to discover the latex clad treasure that awaited him.

After the presentation wrapped up, David a client of mine from out of town offered to give me a lift home in his limousine. I graciously accepted, my heavy lidded gaze silently acknowledging the attraction that was simmering between the two of us. I wondered if he knew that I had a surprise for him under my suit.

He escorted me out and helped me into the limo, and then sat right next me. As the driver sped off, David reached for my hand and kissed his way up my arm. “Come back to my hotel room,” he said in between kisses.

“Who needs a hotel when we have the car?” I asked as I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my blouse enough to reveal the bra underneath. I have 36D breasts, and they often catch men’s attention, but this time, my boobs took second billing to the wonder that was my bra.

“What have you got on there?” he asked with curiosity, and then placed his hands on my rubber clad tits. My nipples were pressing against the latex, little swollen nubs that were straining for his touch. He continued to play with my breasts through the rubber until I couldn’t stand it and peeled down the cups so I could feel his flesh against mine. David leaned down and began sucking on my nipples like his life depended on it. I leaned back against the seat and squirmed, feeling my latex panties caressing my moistening pussy.

We arrived at his hotel, and I merely closed my jacket before slipping out of the limo. Once inside his room, I stripped down to my bra and panties. David was suitably appreciative, nuzzling my aroused cunt through the thin layer of latex. Having him stroke me through the rubber was a huge turn on.

When we were both too horny to wait any longer, he bent me over the bed and pulled my panties aside so he could slip his cock inside me. Every time he thrust in and out of me, the latex caressed his shaft and rubbed up against my swollen clit. He continued pounding my cunt as he fingered my nipples through my bra until we both had orgasms.

David took me out to dinner the next night, and while he wore an elegant designer suit, I wore my gold latex dress. We went to a restaurant in the theater district, and I enjoyed the fact that everyone couldn’t take their eyes off of me. Afterward, he brought me back to his hotel room balcony, where he got on his knees and stuck his head underneath my latex dress to eat my pussy!

I’m a lucky woman to have found what truly satisfies me sexually. When I wake up in the morning and survey my closet, I’m filled with joy because I know that whatever piece of latex I choose to wear, it will never fail to turn me on.

Ms. Christine D., Via E Mail