I am an avid reader of your magazine. The letters Variations prints keep my wife and me in a constant state of arousal every month. We both enjoy picking out and reading our favorite letters to each other as well as trying out new sexual ideas from time to time.

I would like to share with your readers an evening that was a total erotic surprise to me. My wife, Toni, planned the whole thing.

Toni is a voluptuous woman who sports a pair of 38D’s, a slim waist, a great ass and long legs. She is also the type of woman who loves to have her own way. I am only too willing to oblige her in this. Needless to say, Toni has a rather naughty side to her basically fun loving personality.

During a lovemaking session last month, I was teasing her by licking and sucking her stocking clad feet, a special turn on for both of us. My teasing her toes was making her wet, so I dove into her sweet honey pot for a feast. Toni’s pussy is so tasty, I’ve been known to eat her out for hours. Once she had three strong orgasms, we rested for a while, enjoying a smoke.

Toni mentioned that my birthday was coming up, and she asked me what I wanted. “How about an evening of ‘no holes barred’ sex?” I said lustfully.

She immediately agreed and said that she would coordinate everything. “And I’m going to call the shots that evening. I’m going to turn you on like you’ve never been turned on before,” she said with a wicked smile.

“What do you have in mind?” I inquired.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But for now, feed me that thick cock of yours.”

A couple of days before my birthday, Toni asked me to do some shopping for her. Besides the weekly groceries, she had a list of some other special goodies I was to pick up. I read the list and looked up at her with a big grin. “You’ve read it right,” she said.

On the list, Toni had the following items: a dozen pairs of stockings in various shades (she specified the style: reinforced toe and heel), two black garter belts and four pairs of panties. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought, until I read the last paragraph. “Make sure that six pairs of the stockings, one garter belt and two pairs of panties are in a size that fits you.” My cock swelled. “Well, it sounds like my birthday will be a lot of fun,” I said.

With a little help from a friendly saleslady, I was able to get all the articles on the list. Now it was just a matter of waiting for my birthday. Toni had decided that to further heighten the anticipation she would not engage in any sexual contact with me until that day. Patiently, and with a throbbing hard on, I waited.

Finally my birthday arrived. During the morning and afternoon, we went out shopping, had lunch and just strolled around the city. My wife took every opportunity to casually squeeze my cock, brush her ass and tits against me and whisper erotic tidbits in my ear. She told me that she was not wearing anything under her skirt. She allowed me to finger her pussy as we drove around. She took her own finger and stuck it deep inside her pussy. She then put that moist finger in my mouth. I could taste her juices. “Just a little taste of what’s in store for you tonight,” she said. By evening, I thought my cock would explode.

We returned home and after a great dinner, Toni said that my real surprise was about to begin. “Let’s take a shower,” she suggested. We soaped our bodies while playing with each other. I wanted to fuck her right there and then, but she stopped me, saying, “Remember, I call the shots, you just enjoy.”

She shaved my legs, chest and underarms. She also trimmed my pubic hair into a neat triangle. After we rinsed and dried ourselves, she helped me get dressed in my “birthday attire.” I felt a tickling sensation as she slid the stockings on my shaved legs and fastened them to the sexy garter belt. I had bought some French cut panties that nicely hugged my ass. “My, you look so pretty,” Toni said. “How do you like your birthday so far?”

“Honey, I’m going to come all over my panties if we don’t get started,” I said.

“Relax, go downstairs in the den and put some music on. I’ll be right down,” she said, stroking my cock through the panties.

I went to the den, put on some music, lit a joint and anxiously waited for my wife. In walked Toni, but she was not alone. With her were some friends of ours from out of town, Shari and Jim. A quick feeling of panic struck me, but a second look at those three put me a bit at ease. You see, Shari and Jim were wearing matching garter belts, panties and stockings. Toni was carrying a tray, and the three of them were singing “Happy Birthday.” On the tray was a bottle of Champagne. “Well, honey, get ready for your birthday present,” my wife said.

We each had a glass of Champagne and then Toni said, “Sit down on the sofa.” She knelt between my legs and began to tease my cock by flicking her tongue all over it. In the meantime, Shari and Jim had also knelt by Toni. Each had lifted one of my legs and they were now sucking on my toes. Let me tell you, the feeling was pure ecstasy!

Shari and Jim continued to run their tongues along the length of my stocking clad legs until they reached the insides of my thighs. At that point, Toni released my cock from her velvet lips and sat on my face. I feverishly licked and chewed on her clit. In the meantime, Jim and Shari each had one of my balls in their mouths. I was in another world of sexual delight.

With two pairs of lips caressing my shaft, I came. Gobs and gobs of cream shot straight out of my shaft. Toni got off my face and joined Shari and Jim in licking up my come. “Time for another glass of bubbly and then round two,” Shari said as she passed the tray.

Toni stepped out of the room and returned with what she called “a little bag of tricks.” She pulled out two small vibrators and handed one to Shari. The two women kissed tenderly, their hands roaming over each other’s body. They continued to kiss each other until they ended up in a sixty nine position. They tickled each other’s cunt with the dildos and their tongues. Jim and I were getting one hell of a show and enjoying it enormously. “Only a very imaginative wife would come up with this as your birthday present,” Jim said.

“Sure beats getting cologne and a tie!” I laughed.

Jim and I sipped Champagne and continued to watch our ladies go at it. I had never felt such strong sexual energy in one place. Jim’s hand slipped up my thigh and gently grabbed my cock. He slowly started to pump me as we watched our hot wives. “I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said in a relaxed and friendly way.

“It’s cool,” I answered. I had often thought of how it would feel to hold another man’s cock. The time seemed right to find out. I grabbed Jim’s rigid tool. We were about the same size. His meat felt hot. I caressed his shaft and cupped his balls.

We both picked up the tempo as Shari and Toni were reaching orgasm. Suddenly both women began to shake and moan loudly. Toni looked up to the sofa and said, “Shari, look at this. Jim and Bart pumping each other. Come on, guys, give us girls a show.”

Jim and I continued to pump each other’s meat. Shari took out a tube of KY jelly and placed a gob of it on each cock. My hand was smoothly sliding up and down Jim’s shaft. On we pumped until we reached orgasm. As our cocks spurted, Shari took my cock in her mouth and Toni gobbled Jim. The girls sucked us clean.

“Now it’s time to get down to some serious fucking,” said Shari. She grabbed me by the balls and led me to the floor. She pumped my rod until it was rock hard again, which didn’t take long at all. She got on her hands and knees. “Fuck me doggy style, Bart. Come on, bury that cock of yours up my steaming cunt.” I was only too happy to oblige. As I fucked Shari, Toni crawled between my legs and started to lick my shaft as it entered Shari’s pussy. Jim was somehow fucking Toni.

“Time to switch,” someone said. Toni lay on her back and Shari sat on her face. Here I was fucking Toni like crazy while she was busy eating Shari’s pussy! It must have been quite a sight.

“Hey Jim, why not fuck me?” said Shari. “And Bart, come over here and fuck me in the ass. Let’s make a sandwich.” Toni sat on the sofa to watch as Jim and I mounted Shari. Her asshole was tight and I could feel Jim’s cock, separated from mine by a thin membrane, rub against my cock.

“Plug her good, you guys. But don’t get too tired, ’cause I’m next,” said Toni as she played with her pussy. Bucking and shaking, Shari reached another orgasm.

Jim and I carried glasses of Champagne off to the shower and then came back to reprise our sandwich act, changing our respective positions with Toni. When we were finished satisfying her, the four of us sat down to take a much needed rest. “How’s your evening so far?” my wife asked.

“Great,” I said. It wasn’t long before both ladies had our cocks spurting once again. As I came I thought about what had happened during the evening. It was my first TV, bisexual, foursome orgy, and I had enjoyed it so much!

The birthday celebration continued until dawn. The four of us changed partners and positions at whim until we collapsed from sheer exhaustion. It was the best birthday I’ve ever had. Toni’s birthday is coming up soon, and guess who’s going to plan the celebration?

Mr. B.V., Pennsylvania

The full moon invited us to let our inhibitions run wild the first time Dave and I made love.

We went to his apartment after work, Champagne in hand and wild ideas in mind. The place was chilly from the first cold snap of the season, but we made our own heat. We shared the bubbly and then headed to his bedroom. Very cozy, very much Dave, with the mattress on the floor, lots of pillows and blankets.

We held each other and looked into each other’s eyes. We were actually trembling with excitement. This wasn’t going to be your everyday coupling, far from it. He unbuttoned my shirt. I unbuttoned his. We lowered ourselves to the mattress where we nuzzled and nibbled as our hands explored. Our breathing was growing more rapid. I played with his chest hair. I kissed his neck. I worked my way to his nipples and played with them till they were erect as mine. I massaged his chest and stomach. When I started to unbutton his jeans, he stopped me. “You first,” he said.

Slowly he took my jeans and panties off. His gentle touch was making me delirious. He reached the tops of my thighs and spread my legs with his cheek and hand. He eyed my wet, eager pussy, which was quite a shock. I never dreamed this quiet, calm, shy man would want to eat me.

He licked my clit, he sucked, his tongue burrowed up inside me. I started to buck, to moan in ecstasy. And then he stopped. I begged him to continue, but he was deaf to my pleas. I reached for his pants and pulled them off to reveal the most perfect cock you could imagine.

I took him in my mouth as he played with my breasts. I teased him. I licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. I nibbled and sucked. He tasted wonderful.

Then I took him completely down my throat, trying to please him as best I could. He let me know I was doing just fine, but he made me stop. I pouted, but only for a moment.

He put me down on the mattress and spread my legs, then slowly entered me. Our bodies became one as we made love. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he used long, deep thrusts and then slow, circular motions. I climaxed with a moan. He pulled out just in time to send warm, creamy come all over my belly. I loved that.

We didn’t move. We just held each other. “Dave, you’re unbelievable,” I said.

Ms. F.J., North Dakota

The doorbell rang and my heart jumped as the hours anticipating Bill’s arrival came to a climax, which is exactly what I did less than two hours later.

Bill had to take the elevator to the third floor, and that gave me a few minutes to check my face and make sure my scanty negligee was not sticking to my wet crotch. As this hunk strolled down the hall toward me, I knew that he had a clear view of my legs all the way up to the promised land, thanks to the transparency of my clothes.

As he got closer and closer, I broke out into a sweat. Reaching me, he caressed my body as a snake swallows up a mouse. I could feel my backbone crunch. It was the wettest and fullest kiss I had ever participated in. In his deep baritone voice, he said: “How are you, honey buns?”

I led him into the den and we watched porno flicks for a good hour. He lit a joint and offered me a drag. I was game, and took three drags in succession. After drag number three, I looked at Bill and said: “I haven’t kissed you, have I?” He said: “No.” I kissed him so hard that my panties steamed up like the car windows used to when I was getting laid in the back seat.

Then it was time for Bill’s shower. As he was adjusting the water, I took my first look at his long, lean, hard body, my eyes trailing down his torso to that ultimate extension of rigid pipe. I couldn’t resist saying: “My, you have a beautiful body.” Smiling, he explained that he rode his bike twenty five miles a day and worked out to “keep the body firm.” I got under the covers and waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to join me.

As the candles flickered upon his prime parts, I saw his cock waving in the dimness of the shadows. It seemed to be trying to relay a message to me. The message I got was that it wanted very badly to be caressed and licked, that the plum shaped knob wanted to be polished to a high gloss.

Well, Bill got the works, as was evident when, with a roar, he came all over my face. His cock remained hard as he mounted my pleasure dome. I had already come several times and my honey moon was as juicy as a Chinese pear. Bill delayed his second climax until I came for the fourth time.

Now he kissed my lips hard and pinched my nipples as he rubbed the biggest cock I’d ever seen up and down my thighs. He followed up with a couple of fluttering licks across my pussy lips and clit. I felt like I had gone to heaven without dying. Then, he turned me over dog fashion and perused my entire ass. He said: “Look at that ass!” He put his mouth between my round hot buns and licked. He flicked my clit until I begged him to “please open and enter Sesame.” Needless to say, my request was granted, but not immediately.

When I was on my back again, I guided his big cock inch by sensational inch into my soaking orifice. He gathered both tits and nipples together and sucked hard, taking care not to give one nipple more attention than the other. His teasing was so successful that I had to push my pelvis up and hold it still while he slowly entered me.

My pussy snapped, bucked, and jumped until I couldn’t hold out another second. I let him know I was coming and he shoved in all the way, with so much force that I feared my head would be driven right through the wall into my next door neighbor’s kitchen.

I shall never forget how quietly Bill got dressed and left. I lay there thinking: “I prayed for a Guinness Book of Records cock and it just left.”

The following day I awoke feeling relieved and light of foot. I went about my daily chores getting hornier and hornier as the day passed. I discovered that something slippery was dripping down my thigh. Upon examination, I found it was Bill’s come. I would like to keep this hunk. Today I still fantasize about him and his sweet, gorgeous cock.

Ms. P.D., Oregon

This past weekend was the last chance my wife and I had to get away before school got underway, and we decided to head up to the country for a few days of R & R. My wife and I both work at nearby colleges. She’s a professor and I’m an assistant basketball coach. Once school’s in session, we work pretty much nonstop until winter break, so we wanted to get out of town while we could.

Of course, Gina and I had other reasons for wanting to get away. The house we rent in the country is beautiful, sure, and it’s always relaxing to spend some time out in the woods, but the real reason we keep going back is our next door neighbor. The guy who lives in the house up the road from us is a well built outdoorsman, always wearing denim and flannel and chopping wood. He’s my polar opposite, and Gina’s had a thing for him since she first saw him. We have an open relationship, so she took the first opportunity to hook up with George, and was more than satisfied. She now makes a point of meeting with him every time we visit our country house.

While I’ve always been happy to let my wife go off and do her thing, lately I’ve had the urge to watch her with her other partners. When I asked her if she would allow me to watch, she said she’d have to think about it, and I worried that she wasn’t interested in the exhibitionistic aspect of my request. I waited patiently for her to decide if it was something she wanted to do, but she kept telling me she needed more time to think about it. It wasn’t until we were sitting in the house out in the woods that she admitted she’d come to a decision.

“How would you feel about watching me with George?” she asked.

I told Gina that I was definitely interested in watching her, but only if she was sure it was what she wanted. She told me it was, and that she’d already discussed it with George, too.

“He’s fine with it,” she said. “More than fine, actually. He thinks it sounds hot.”

I couldn’t believe my luck! Not only was my wife finally going to let me watch her hook up with someone else, but the guy was as turned on by the prospect of my voyeurism as I was, which I hoped meant I would get an especially good show.

Gina told me that she’d invited George to come over the following evening after dinner, and then they’d perform for me. Twenty four hours seemed a long time to wait, but considering I’d started fantasizing about watching my wife more than a year ago, I wasn’t going to complain about waiting one more day.

The next night, Gina and I had dinner early, and I couldn’t stop asking her questions about what would happen later, when George arrived. She laughed at my excitement, telling me only that she promised not to hold back simply because I was going to be watching. “You’ll see everything,” she assured me. “George and I won’t be paying any attention to you, only each other.” It was exactly what I wanted to hear.

George showed up at eight o’clock, and he was wearing his usual uniform of ripped jeans, wrinkled plaid flannel shirt and heavy duty work boots. I’d never paid attention before, but now I noticed that his arms stretched the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, and his package was clearly visible at the crotch of his fitted jeans. From what little I could see, he looked well endowed, and I couldn’t wait to see him start plowing my wife’s tight cunt.

After we exchanged greetings, I followed the pair up to the bedroom and took my seat in the chair Gina had brought up from the dining room earlier. Then I sat back and watched while George and my sexy wife moved toward each other and began to play.

Gina stood on her toes and reached up to kiss George, a deep, intense kiss on the mouth. Next to George, my wife looked exceptionally dainty, but they still seemed to fit together perfectly. As they kissed, my wife started to unbutton our neighbor’s flannel shirt, her fingers moving quickly down the row of buttons and then unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. He’d obviously prepared for the night’s festivities he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Gina didn’t wait for George to take his pants off before she got on her knees and started to lick and slurp on his semi flaccid dick.

As George’s cock got harder from my wife’s attention, it seemed to grow exponentially. It had seemed pretty average when Gina took it out of his pants, but the more she sucked on it, the longer and fatter it became, until I could tell that it was the biggest cock I’d ever seen outside an x rated film.

After getting him hard, Gina dropped George’s cock from her lips and stood up, pulling her dress off as soon as she was on her feet. She still had a bra and panties on, and I watched our neighbor practically rip the flimsy garments from her body. It took them maybe a minute after that to strip George of his pants once and for all, and to get on the bed. Then the real show started.

I thought George, with his lumberjack physique and macho personality would be the one in charge, but Gina seemed to be the boss, and she pushed him over onto his back before climbing atop him and straddling his hips. Her porcelain skin contrasted with his deep tan, but it only made her appear more powerful.

I watched intently as my wife wrapped a hand around George’s cock and guided it toward her open cunt. As her sweet pussy swallowed him whole, I felt my dick start to grow in my khakis. When Gina started to ride him, her small body moving up and down while her hips shifted back and forth, I couldn’t stop myself from unzipping my fly so I could stroke my shaft.

When Gina started to pick up the pace, so did I, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced in my life. I knew my wife was fucking someone else, and that it was only my hand rapidly pumping up and down on my cock, but having the visual of Gina screwing right in front of me while I jerked off created some really great sensations. It was incredible!

I couldn’t take my eyes off the couple on the bed, and I watched rapturously as my wife fucked the living daylights out of our burly neighbor. She was going wild, bucking frantically on top of him, and then all of a sudden George flipped her over onto her back and climbed over her. He got on his knees and pulled her left leg over his shoulder. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her juicy slit, and I marveled at how her cunt glistened. I had a great view as George started to slide his dick into my wife’s hole, and I pumped my cock faster.

The second George started to thrust, I came, exploding into my hand. But neither George nor Gina had climaxed yet, and I continued to watch them. George was really giving it to my wife, and each time he pumped into her, his balls smacked against her ass with more force than I’d ever achieved. It amazed me that they could go at it so enthusiastically, and for so long, and still not have achieved orgasm.

No sooner had I thought that than I heard my wife start to moan. It wasn’t just any moan, though it was the sound she makes when she’s about to come. I sat up taller in my chair and watched closely. George was still banging her, but with only ten more strokes, she was done. She shrieked delightedly as she climaxed, and as she writhed on the bed, I looked up at George. He had a look on his face almost of discomfort, but I knew what it really meant was that he was on the verge of his own orgasm. My wife’s cunt was probably squeezing his shaft between its tight, wet walls, and that meant he didn’t have long to wait before he climaxed and got to fill her with his load.

Gina had nearly stilled when George came with a loud “Fuck!” and then collapsed on top of her.

I couldn’t believe they’d actually fucked right in front of me, and as soon as my wife looked toward me, I started to thank her for the novel experience. “It’s not over yet,” she mumbled breathlessly. “As soon as we’re ready to go again, we’ll really give you a show.”

Wow! I hurried to the bathroom and took off my pants before returning to my seat to wait for the second performance. It was my lucky night, and I didn’t want to miss a minute of it!

Mr. Leo S., Via E Mail

Liz and Jeff had invited my husband and I to their cabin for a long weekend of R & R, and we’d decided to take them up on it. Sean and I aren’t exactly the outdoorsy types, but we wanted to get away for a while, so we figured we could at least sit around on the patio and enjoy a few drinks.

We drove up Thursday after work to join our friends. Jeff and Sean grilled some steaks when we got there, while Liz and I mixed drinks and gossiped. It was all pretty normal, like one of the many dinner parties we’d hosted together, until Jeff, who was sitting next to me, put his hand on my thigh and started caressing it. Like Sean and I, our friends are swingers, but we’d never swapped partners before. Though I’d always been attracted to Jeff, and I knew Liz had a thing for Sean, for some reason we’d never thought to hook up. But it seemed like we were about to give it a try.

Jeff kept rubbing my leg, and after a minute I reached over and started to reciprocate, my fingers gently caressing his firm thigh. I thought we were being pretty sneaky about the whole thing, and then Liz turned to us and said, “So, Jeff and I were talking, and we think it’s time we got around to swapping with you guys. This weekend is the perfect opportunity. What do you say?” She looked at me for a moment, and then with a sly smile, said, “I know you’re up for it, Jill.”

Sean looked at me next, and he told me that he was more than okay with Liz’s suggestion if I was, too. “Oh, I’m definitely up for some fun!” I assured him. And that was all it took before the steaks were forgotten and we were getting up from the table, only to reconvene in the living room.

Liz and Sean took the couch while Jeff and I settled onto a couple of beanbags on the floor. The touching and caressing at the dinner table had broken the ice, so as soon as we were in a more comfortable location, we didn’t hesitate to start groping and fondling each other. Jeff went straight for my tits as we kissed and he was such a good kisser that I almost didn’t notice how his fingers were playing with my nipples through my tank top. When he pinched my right nipple, however, it didn’t matter how good his tongue felt against mine, because the only thing I could think about was how arousing the breast play was.

While Jeff played with my tits, my hands wandered over his body, exploring his muscular chest and six pack abs under his t shirt. He was more built and toned than Sean, and I loved the way his firm flesh felt. My fingers started inching farther down his body until they were resting on the fly of his shorts. I started to work the button but had to stop when Jeff lifted my shirt, forcing my arms up so he could pull it over my head. He unhooked my thin, lacy bra next, and then leaned in, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. It felt incredible, and I found myself unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving me. I allowed myself to savor the feelings for a moment, until I heard a moan of pleasure from across the room. Liz was clearly enjoying herself as much as I was, but I realized that Jeff wasn’t receiving the same kind of attention, and I needed to rectify that.

Pulling away from Jeff, I once again turned my attention to the button on his shorts, this time fighting off his advances until I had opened his fly. It took a little more work to get him out of his shorts and boxers, but as soon as I did, his rock hard cock sprang to attention. As I took Jeff’s cock into my mouth, I looked over and saw Liz and Sean in a similar position. I smiled as I sucked Jeff’s long dick between my lips. I gripped the base of his shaft in my fist and started bobbing my head up and down along his length. His cock was longer and slimmer than my husband’s, and I enjoyed the way it slid so easily down my throat as I tried to take more and more of it into my mouth.

I went wild sucking Jeff’s cock, really letting myself enjoy the act of giving pleasure. And I could tell Jeff was enjoying my work, too. He kept pulling my hair and guiding my head this way and that, sending his cock deeper down my throat while I fondled his balls and stroked the skin at the base of his shaft.

When I looked up again, my husband had Liz on her hands and knees on the couch and was standing next to the sofa, thrusting into her from behind. I watched them for a moment, my lips wrapped tightly around Jeff’s cockhead and my tongue tracing patterns on it. Sean’s balls were slapping against my girlfriend’s body as his hips rocked back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her over and over. Watching them fuck turned me on even more, and suddenly I needed to have Jeff’s prick deep inside my cunt.

Without giving him any warning, I dropped Jeff’s cock and stood up to take off my shorts. Jeff caught on quickly, and he stripped off his shirt before laying back across the beanbags, his cock standing straight up, throbbing and ready. I stepped over him, one leg on either side of his hips, and then I slowly lowered myself until my wet pussy was only an inch away from his hard cock. I could practically feel him inside me, and I finally sank down onto his dick, enveloping him between my juicy cunt lips. He filled me perfectly, but I didn’t have time to savor the feeling. I needed to be fucked immediately.

I started to ride him fast and hard, thrusting so frantically that my body was jerking around like I was a rag doll. I couldn’t move fast enough, though, and I constantly wanted more. When Jeff started to pump his hips up against mine, it only made me want him more. I leaned over and pushed my hands flat against his chest, using the extra leverage to fuck him even harder. I felt like it would never be enough.

Jeff’s pumping became more frenzied, and as I writhed on top of him, trying to reach my climax, I caught another glimpse of our partners across the room. They were still going at it doggy style, but it was obvious they were closer to the peak than we were. I smiled as I admired them, my husband’s strong body thrusting against Liz’s much daintier frame. And then I started to ride Jeff even more feverishly.

I used all of my energy to pump up and down as fast as I could, and I ground hard against him, anything to get to the point of orgasm sooner. When I felt Jeff’s cock begin pulsing inside me, I knew it was finally going to happen. I moved a hand to my clit and started to rub it roughly. As soon as Jeff came, I was ready, and my orgasm followed immediately after his. It seemed as if I started moving even more frenetically as I climaxed, but as soon as I’d finished, everything slowed and I collapsed on top of his chest, breathing heavily.

Sean and Liz were done, too, and when I looked up I saw them sprawled across the couch, their chests heaving as they each tried to catch their breath.

As it turned out, my husband and I didn’t get a lot of rest that weekend, but not a single one of us had any complaints when we went home!

Ms. Jillian G., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

I got a sweet surprise last week: I was able to indulge a long held fantasy and hook up with another guy. I’d been single for a few months and didn’t want to sit home alone on a Friday night, so I headed to my local bar, figuring I might find some cute single girls looking for a good time.

There were many pretty ladies there, but they quickly paired up with their dates. I did notice a few dudes drinking beer and shooting the shit, and one of them, Patrick, had been looking at me in such a way that I started to think he might be interested in more than hanging out. I wouldn’t say I’m into guys, but when I watch porn, I do like seeing the guys’ cocks as well as the girls’ pussies. But I’d never had the opportunity to explore sex with another guy.

Well, Patrick took care of that. He started chatting me up, and as he got drunker, he’d blurt out things like, “That girl is hot but so is her boyfriend.” No one else noticed because he’d speak so quietly that only I could hear. At one point, he asked my opinion on a guy who’d just walked in and had his shirt completely unbuttoned so everyone could see his chest.

“He’s okay,” I said, and then decided to be bold and added, “but he’s not as good looking as you.” Patrick grinned and then more openly ogled me.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he asked.

I picked up my beer, drained the bottle, and said, “Sure.” We walked outside, and I felt electrified by the evening’s erotic potential. Patrick didn’t try to make out with me on the street, because that would have been too much for me, but he didn’t have to do anything. I already knew where we were headed.

“I noticed you the minute you walked in the bar, Ed,” he said. “I’ve been imagining what your cock looks like all this time.” Hearing those words made my dick stiffen, and we both looked at my crotch and saw the outline of my erection.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked teasingly, nodding toward the lump in my pants.

“Oh, God,” he said, and I almost thought he was going to lunge at me. “I’m so glad I only live a few blocks away. While we walk, tell me what you want us to do together, Ed.”

“Well, I’ve never been with a guy before,” I told Patrick. “But I’ve thought about it. I want suck your cock, and I want you to do the same to me. I’m not sure if I want to get fucked or not but I think that sounds hot.” Usually with girls, things just happened, but I liked that Patrick wanted to know what I was into. His attitude encouraged my openness.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I want to see you naked and touch you all over and make you feel good well, and I’d love to see your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I nearly moaned because of the filthy pictures filling my head that were inspired by his dirty words.

Soon we were at his place. He dimmed the lights and led me into his bedroom, and then he took off my clothes. When I tried to undress him, he positioned my hands behind my back and then ran his fingers through my chest hair, tweaking each nipple until they were hard and aching. I liked him taking charge, even though I wanted to see his cock, too. Mine is long and skinny and was so hard I thought I might come at any moment.

“Keep your hands there,” Patrick said, then stepped away and returned with some lube. “Now that I’ve seen your beautiful cock, I want to give you a handjob a slow one.” Who was I to object?

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he poured lube onto my dick. I usually jerk myself off very quickly, because I’m so pent up with arousal by the time I get to it. His slow stroking was a real treat. Plus, girls usually only give a few half hearted tugs or use their hands to get me hard before they want to fuck. With Patrick, the handjob was the main event.

“Look at that pre come,” he said, and soon I was trembling, biting my lip and clenching my hands together behind my back as he worked my cock. “I bet you’re going to come a lot,” he said, running his thumb over the tip. This was torture, but a good kind of torture. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Ed? Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Yes, please, yes,” I murmured, getting more incoherent the more turned on I became.

The way Patrick gave a blowjob was similar to his handjob technique slow and steady. He seemed to genuinely enjoy every second of his oral ministrations. He hummed against my dick, running his hands up and down my leg, taking his time to enjoy my shaft. I felt like he was worshiping me, and I loved it. “I want to come,” I said after about ten minutes, when I was going out of my mind.

“Where do you want to come, Ed?” Patrick asked, momentarily taking his mouth off my dick.

“In your mouth,” I said, hoping he’d grant me that wish.

“Do it,” Patrick said, his voice gruff, and I noticed he’d taken out his dick and was jerking off. Soon I was thrusting upward into his mouth and unleashing my cream, and he swallowed every drop.

“Now let me see you,” I said, and took off his clothes. His body was ripped, and his cock was fat and perfect. I was in lust. “I want you in my asshole,” I said.

He pushed me down on the bed, impatiently slathered my ass with lube, and pressed his hard dick inside me. Languid Patrick was gone the man fucking me was intent on getting off with as much pleasure as possible.

“Give me that ass,” he said, holding my cheeks apart while I banged the bed with my fists. I cried out in pleasure as he fucked me hard, until he pulled out and came all over my back.

We slept entwined in each other’s arms, and I left in the morning. Though we didn’t exchange numbers, we’ve run into each other at the same bar a few times, and each time, the attraction has been just as magnetic. He told me that he started dating a girl, and he’s going to feel her out about a threesome I sure hope she says yes!

Mr. Ed F., Charlotte, North Carolina

I squirmed in my seat, barely able to contain my excitement. But that just made things worse because the rubber plug lodged in my ass shifted. Juices from my pussy seeped through my thin panties as I told myself that I just needed to make it through dinner. Then Jeff would give me the good, hard anal fucking I’d been waiting for since I’d inserted the plug a few hours earlier, readying myself for his big, thick cock.

A glass of wine calmed me somewhat, but I still couldn’t help fidgeting as we finished up our meal. What made moving around feel so good was the phallus shaped toy filling my rear passage. I was hoping that I could trigger my own orgasm, and since my clit was pulsing so hard, that wouldn’t have been impossible. However, when my husband noticed what I was doing, he gave me a stern look and insisted that I be patient and do the dishes before we headed to the bedroom.

Doing that was as hard as I suspected Jeff’s dick was already. And although he helped me, he didn’t help me keep my cool. Instead, he stood behind me, stroking my rigid nipples through my t shirt and grinding his cock against my butt. Finally, when the last dish was dry and back in the cupboard, he gave me a rough kiss, took my hand and led me upstairs. I would have run if he hadn’t been guiding me, and as soon as we arrived, I tore off my clothes, got on the bed and wagged my ass to entice him.

Not wasting any time, Jeff undid his belt buckle and then took off his pants and boxer briefs. Now unencumbered, his erection sprang right up, looking so delicious that I considered taking that huge slab of meat in my mouth as a warm up. But my asshole was clenching and unclenching around the toy, demanding the real thing, so I decided to shelve the blowjob for another night.

My husband knew how badly I wanted him but he also likes to tease, so he stood there for a moment, idly stroking his cock while regarding me from above. I knew the sight of the plug nestled between my asscheeks was as arousing for him as his stiff manhood was for me, so it was probably a struggle for him to remain that patient.

Before I could change my mind and wrap my lips around Jeff’s prick, he reached for our trusty bottle of lube. I watched, excited, as he squeezed some into his palm, took hold of his shaft and pumped it. I wished that it were my ass and not his fist that he was sliding into as he covered his skin with the clear gel even my pussy would have sufficed at that point. Speaking of which, my clit was tingling and my juices still flowed nonstop from my hole, which only got worse and by “worse,” I mean better when he reached for the base of the toy to move it around in my derriere.

I whimpered, and then groaned, when he began pulling out the plug and pushing it back in. As he fucked me with the ersatz phallus, I started writhing, and my extremely erect nipples scraped against the sheets. Then Jeff ripped that wicked rubber rod from my anus so suddenly that I let out a surprisingly loud yelp.

As the muscular ring slowly closed, I rested my head on my forearms, waiting for his cock and finding it difficult to contain my excitement. Just feeling his strong, calloused hands on my hips almost made me come, and I even started panting when I felt his thumbs digging into my buttcheeks. As he pulled those globes apart, his lube slickened cockhead bumped against my puckered bud, which relaxed in anticipation of being pierced.

It still took some pressure on Jeff’s part to get the knob like crown to pop through my puckered aperture. When it did, I let out a sigh of pleasure, because that’s one of my favorite feelings in the world. First there’s the slight resistance as he presses inward and stretches me open, and then I get an even bigger rush when that muscle snaps shut around his shaft as it slides inside me.

My husband stood still, his velvety sac pressed against my upper thighs as he throbbed in my rear canal. I squeezed him tightly, massaging his prick as well as conveying my growing desire. He responded by stroking my asscheeks while drawing his length back until only the tip remained lodged in my hole. Then he gave me a playful smack and thrust inward, his pelvis crashing against my butt.

I readied myself for the onslaught but first Jeff directed, “Scoot up.” Obeying, I crawled forward on my forearms and knees as he followed, our connection never breaking. Now he knelt behind me on the mattress and nudged my knees apart so he could plunge deeper into me. In response, I gripped the sheet beneath me and braced for a wild ride.

Jeff wrapped his arms around my waist and began sawing in and out of my snug asshole. At first, his movements were measured and gentle, and then he began fucking me harder. And with each passionate thrust came a loud grunt from above me, as well as from my own throat.

My asscheeks tensed as my husband cleaved them. I heard, and felt, his pelvis slapping against them each time he sank his cock into me. His fingers dug deeper into my fleshy hips as his speed increased, and he started breathing more heavily. It felt like his shaft grew thicker with each plunge.

“More!” I kept begging, and he complied, pounding into me harder and harder, not even stopping as he reached for more lube.

Jeff never broke stride, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand and slowing down just enough to coat his shaft. He never even pulled all the way out of me, his cockhead throbbing away as he stroked his length until it was sufficiently greased. Then he resumed his electrifying pace, thrusting into me so hard and fast that I felt a thumping in the pit of my belly.

My breasts began bouncing so hard that my nipples tingled, a sensation that was echoed in other parts of my body. When my clitoris started sparking, I whimpered an appeal to my husband: “Make me come, please.”

He heeded my request in a hurry, snaking one hand around my waist and reaching for my slick pussy. His finger parted my lips and found my swollen button. As he toggled my clit back and forth, he continued stroking in and out of my asshole. Then, with his other hand, he slipped two fingers into my cunt. This delighted me because I love having my holes stuffed full while Jeff works his magic on my clit. In fact, I was so delighted that I came with a shout a second later.

I shook violently in my husband’s arms while my juices poured out over his fingers. Both of my holes contracted, squeezing Jeff’s cock and fingers. Close to climax himself, he ripped his digits from my cunt and repositioned himself, taking a firmer hold of my waist. Then he resumed penetrating my asshole, now shoving in really hard.

The increased force sent my arousal skyrocketing, which drove me to yet another summit. I cried out in excitement as I catapulted back onto Jeff’s super hard dick, and then from behind me, I heard him moaning, “Oh, baby,” as his fingers pressed deeper into my hips. A second later, a liquidy warmth seeped into my back passage.

I love the feeling of him pulsing inside me, so I held still while he rode the waves of his orgasm until my insides had been painted with the last few drops of his seed.

We both drew in a few long, deep breaths as he enjoyed the last faint contractions of my rear entry. Then he relaxed and gently pulled his prick from between my buttocks as he placed tender kisses on my neck and shoulders. I let out a satisfied yet exhausted sigh as my asshole, which had been stretched open for so long, shuttered closed. Still, a little of his viscous cream trickled out over my inner thigh as we stretched out on the mattress together. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Jeff propped up on one elbow behind me and stroking my ass lovingly as he whispered, “You’re the best.”

Ms. Eileen T., Greenfield, Wisconsin

I belong to an online community of transvestites, and we try to plan several TV friendly events each year. The parties are great ways to meet like minded individuals and show off our feminine finery to an appreciative audience. My girlfriend has always been accepting of my desire to play dress up, but she’d never seen me go all out the way I do for parties. When my friends and I decided that the theme of our spring event would be a sock hop, though, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to show Shelly how fabulous I could be.

Shelly accepted my invitation to accompany me to the party, and she was as excited to dress up as I was. She offered to help me get ready and to do my hair and makeup, but I declined. I wanted to show her my feminine side, and that included proving that I knew how to make myself over. “I don’t want you to see me until I’m ready,” I insisted. She agreed to my terms, and we decided to meet at my place at five o’clock, giving us plenty of time to get to the party.

On Saturday morning, I woke up more excited than I’d been in a long time maybe since the last party. I’d spent weeks searching for the perfect outfit and accessories, and I was certain I was going to be the best looking bobby soxer at the hop. I had a classic pink poodle skirt, complete with a fluffy black poodle appliqu , and a full white crinoline to give the skirt lots of volume. I had a crisp white blouse, a pink scarf to tie around my neck, a pair of black cat eye glasses and, of course, saddle shoes and bobby socks. I couldn’t wait to get dressed!

Before I could don my attire, however, I had to bathe. To keep with the fifties theme, I decided to soak in the tub a bit. The bubble bath I used would soften my skin, and it would make it easier to shave the coarse stubble from my legs. After scrubbing down and shaving, I drained the tub and rinsed off under the shower spray. I’d barely gotten started, but already I felt more like a woman.

After my bath, it was time for hair and makeup. I applied a thin coat of foundation, then concealer, and then it was time for some color. I opted for a pale, shimmery pink eye shadow and a rosy blush. My lipstick was a darker shade of pink, closer to a raspberry color. Fake lashes were next, and I used a set that was pre glued, so they were easier to get on. When they were pretty much stuck in place, I applied a thick coat of mascara, making them blend in with my own lashes. Next came my wig. I’d bought two new ones for the party, unable to decide which I preferred while I was in the store, brunette or blonde. I chose the brunette, which was shoulder length and had a thick, short crop of bangs that stopped at my eyebrows. I settled it on my head and straightened it, then pulled the sides back and pinned them with bobby pins. When I looked in the mirror over the bathroom sink, I saw an innocent young woman staring back at me, one who would have been right at home doing The Twist on “American Bandstand.” It was perfect.

I admired my makeup for a moment, and as I checked myself out, I realized that the beautification process had aroused me. My cock was rock hard, but I’d been so entranced by the girlie props that I’d barely noticed the effect they were having on me. I couldn’t get dressed with a stiff dick, and I had all these fantasies of being the sweet small town girl who got corrupted by the James Dean type bad boy, so I decided to take a break to “take care of things.” As I fantasized, I jerked off, my soft palm moving up and down over my hard shaft. My dick was getting stiffer by the minute, and I needed to come more than anything. I started jerking my cock faster, my hand moving rapidly over my turgid flesh. I came a minute later, my come exploding out of my cock and filling the tissue I held in front of it. Finished, I tossed the tissue in the trash, wiped my dick clean and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

My panties went on first, followed by a heavily padded bra, so I would fill out my shirt. I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up, then pulled on the crinoline underneath. I watched the skirt go from flat to full in a matter of seconds, and I felt my dick start to grow as the skirt puffed out. I put my blouse on next, buttoning it over my “breasts” and tucking it into my skirt. I fixed the collar, tugging it until it sat just right, and then tied on my pink scarf. Next up were my socks and shoes, and I folded the cuffs carefully before tying my saddle shoes with perfect looking bows. Then I slipped on my glasses and went over to the full length mirror to take a look. I couldn’t believe how good I looked, and I admired myself for several long minutes before forcing myself to grab my purse another vintage find, of course and head out the door to meet Shelly.

I wasn’t sure what Shelly’s reaction would be when I knocked on her front door, but when she opened the door, I no longer cared what she thought of me. I was too blown away by the costume she’d put together for herself. She had on a pair of dark wash, straight leg jeans and a white t shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the left sleeve. Her cropped hair was styled in a ducktail fashion, all the rage in the fifties, and when she spun around to let me admire her complete look, I noticed the comb sticking out of her back pocket and the worn leather jacket she had gripped in one hand. She looked incredible, and I felt my cock stir in my panties as I admired the effort she’d made with her costume. I couldn’t control myself. I had to have her.

I turned Shelly around and guided her back through the door, following closely behind her. I kicked the front door shut and pushed her up against the wall of the foyer, kissing her soundly. I ground against her and let her feel the hard on hidden under my full skirt. She moaned when she noticed my arousal, and she quickly reached under the layers to stroke my erection through my panties. I groaned against her mouth and thrust my hips, and Shelly responded by tugging on my underwear, signaling that she wanted them to come off. I pulled away from her momentarily and pushed my panties down my legs, then watched as my girlfriend dropped to her knees and ducked under my skirt. She took my half hard cock in her mouth and sucked me until I was rock hard. I couldn’t see a thing she was doing, since my skirt was in the way, but I could feel every lick and slurp, and she wasn’t messing around. She gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life! When my dick was fully erect, Shelly moved out from under my skirt and stood up. She kicked off her boots, and then unzipped her pants and eased them down before stepping out of them. I saw that she’d gone commando, and quickly pushed her back against the wall. I hiked up my full skirt until my cock was poking out past the crinoline, and then slid into my girlfriend’s pussy.

Shelly wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted a leg around my waist, hoisting herself up enough for me to be able to properly fuck her. My cock slid in and out of her easily, as aroused as we both were, and I fucked her as hard as I could. The crinoline crinkled between our bodies and caressed my skin, turning me on more and making my hips move faster as I thrust in and out of my girlfriend’s pussy. I felt Shelly’s juices start to run down along my shaft, and then my cock started to throb. I knew we were both going to come soon, and I let go of my skirt, using that hand instead to rub my girlfriend’s clit. It only took another minute before we were both ready to explode, and with a final thrust we came together, waves of orgasm crashing through us at almost the same moment.

I pumped Shelly full of my come, and then we slumped together against the wall to catch our breath. After a brief rest, we separated, straightened our clothes (and I touched up my makeup), and then were on our way to the party. It had already been one of the best nights of my life, and we hadn’t even gotten to the main event!

I can’t wait until our next celebration.

Mr. Logan C., Augusta, Georgia

When I got an e mail inviting me to a foot fetish party, I nearly deleted it. But what kept me from sending the message to the trash was the offer of free pedicures. I do like to pamper my feet, even though I’ve never thought of myself as having a foot fetish. Plenty of guys have complimented me on my dainty size sixes, especially when I wear open toed shoes, which I do a lot because I live in Southern California.

The fact that women were admitted free to this party sealed the deal. Besides, maybe there would be hot guys there! I was recently single and had been on enough boring dates that I was willing to branch out and experiment. I carefully perused my closet, choosing a short dress that barely covered my ass and showed off my long, trim legs. Yes, it was a foot fetish party, but that didn’t mean the guests couldn’t appreciate my other body parts. The low cut neckline of the white dress also showed off my C cup breasts. I didn’t want to hide any of my assets!

I decided to go alone to the party, rather than trying to rope a friend into going with me. I wanted to be free to take off if I wasn’t feeling it or take off with a guy if I met one who tickled my fancy.

When I got to the venue, I was overwhelmed not just by the size of the party, but by the number of good looking guys. Sure, some were older and not my type, but plenty were hunky and seemed interested in me. Two approached me as soon as I’d checked my coat. Derrick, a bald black guy, immediately said hello and offered to be my guide for the evening. Chris, a thin, white hipster, stepped up next and introduced himself as he casually eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering on my feet, of course.

I let each man take an arm and show me around the event. Women were receiving foot massages and pedicures, and one lady was even in bondage as a man tickled the soles of her bare feet!

As we walked, the guys’ hands eventually strayed to my asscheeks. I didn’t mind they were both hot! They led me to a corner, where Derrick stroked my hair and said, “You’re so sexy.” When he moved to kiss me, I stopped him.

“I thought this was a foot party,” I said, even though his lips were enticing and I wanted to kiss him.

“It is,” he said, his mouth curving into a smile. “What should we do with your feet?” he asked hopefully.

“How about a pedicure?” I suggested. Then, with a stroke of inspiration, I added, “You could each do one of my feet.”

They looked at each other, then at me, and shrugged. “Sure,” said Chris. So we walked over to the area where girls were getting pedicures. I sat down in a plush chair and took off my shoes, while Derek filled the tub with water. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of warm water as I soaked my tired feet.

Before long, the men were ready to massage me. It was interesting to feel two sets of hands on me, one man’s digits dancing lightly over my right foot, while the other was digging his knuckles into my left foot. At one point, I squealed, because the pressure from Derrick’s fingers both tickled and aroused me. My pussy was getting wetter by the minute as he scrubbed a sponge against my heel, and then rubbed a pumice stone against it. They followed this with a massage of my feet and lower legs with peppermint lotion. I wondered if the guys could tell this was making me wet.

After I’d been properly scrubbed and my feet smelled sweet, they went about painting my nails with the polish I’d selected, a sparkly red. Each of them was extremely meticulous, doing as good of a job as a professional nail technician, if not better.

When my pedicure was complete, they led me over to some nail dryers. I sat down and let my polish dry while the men took turns massaging my shoulders and sneaking kisses from me. I felt like a queen.

I wiggled my toes once they were completely dry, admiring the sight. Maybe I could get into being a foot fetishist, after all. “Wow,” I said. “You both did such an amazing job. How can I thank you?”

They each moved and took turns kissing me, one after the other, and then Derrick said, “God, Natalie, your feet are so sexy. I want to fuck them. I want to slide my cock between them.”

I’d really rather have had him fuck me, but maybe that could happen later. I didn’t mind having some kinky fun. But I didn’t want to leave Chris out. I looked up at him. “What do you want?” I asked him.

“The same thing as Derrick. Maybe we can take turns?”

So that’s how I wound up stripping off my clothes and sitting on a towel. I lubed up my feet and took turns rubbing my smooth soles along their shafts. We drew a decent size crowd, because there were no other girls taking on two men at once. My glittery red toenails glistened as I curled my feet around Derrick’s mammoth member. I smiled as I saw pre come oozing out of the tip of his dick. The lube made it easy to move around, and in only a few minutes, my previously virginal feet got the hang of gripping him tightly enough to give him maximum pleasure.

I then moved to Chris, who clasped my feet in his hands and shifted both of us so that the full length of my soles covered his shaft. He wanted to basically jerk off against my feet, molding them to his preferences, whereas Derrick wanted me to do the work. I liked both styles, but mostly, I liked admiring their cocks, and being able to give them so much pleasure. I like to get off, of course, but a big part of what turns me on is making the guy I’m with come, and I could tell I was about to do that very soon.

I wanted to see if I could get both of the guys’ cocks between my feet. It took a little maneuvering, but as much of the rest of the party watched, Chris and Derrick pressed their dicks together to make a cock meat sandwich, with my pretty feet as the bread. Another girl poured some lube over all of us, making a slippery but fun mess. It wasn’t a practical position to stay in, so soon I just let them each jerk off against one of my feet, with my legs spread wide, giving all the onlookers a view of my shaved pussy. Derrick was furiously rubbing his cockhead all over my foot, even trying to jam it between my toes, but it was too big, while Chris jerked his dick, keeping his eyes locked on my feet.

Both men spurted huge loads of white goo all over my toes, and we received a round of applause from the people who’d been watching. I was happy with what had happened, but I also wanted to get off. The men rushed to clean off my feet, and once they’d done so, they fetched my shoes and helped me stand.

“So, Natalie, what do you want to do now?” Chris asked.

“Well . . . I don’t know if that little foot session wore you out, but if it didn’t, I’d like to take you both home and try out your cocks, using some other parts of my body. What do you say?”

Both of them grinned at me, and on the ride over, the big debate was about which of them was going to get to fill me where. “Relax, boys, there’s no hurry. We can try out all the positions we want.” And we did, with me rotating them in my mouth, ass and pussy by the time they finally left the next day. I’m so glad I accepted that invitation, and I know where I’ll be going the next time I want a pedicure or a threesome!

Ms. Natalie P., Via E Mail

A lot of my friends have told me that the men in their lives have put pressure on them to have threesomes, but not mine. Henry is more of a laid back type he has fantasies, but for the most part, he’s been content to let them remain fantasies.

In the past, I’d asked him if he wanted to have a threeway, and until recently he was rather skittish about ever trying to engage in a threesome in real life. I think he was worried that I’d want threesomes all the time or that he wasn’t enough for me. Neither was the case. I was merely interested in bringing another girl into our bed. I broached the subject every once in a while, and although his dick would get hard, my boyfriend never did anything to make me think he was going to help me look for a woman to play with us.

“So if I bring a hot chick home one night, you’re going to let us have our way with you, right?” I asked teasingly. I let my long black hair tickle his face while I climbed on top of him. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do with another woman, but I knew that I wanted to feel two sets of hands on me one male, one female. I wanted to give myself up to the sheer headiness of having two lovers in my bed.

I straddled my husband’s hips, sliding his cock into my dripping pussy. I rode him as I whispered descriptions of erotic scenarios. We kept on this way until we’d each reached orgasm.

When I’d fantasized about our threesome, I’d pictured a petite young thing joining us, but the playmate I wound up bringing home was no girl. She was definitely a woman.

I’d met Annette at work. She was a new hire, and when I shook her hand, I instantly felt sparks between us. She was slightly older, with short brown hair that was going gray. Somehow, she made business casual look hot, and I was instantly drawn to her. She was at least fifteen years older than me, but her breasts were still high and firm, her body lean, and her lips were a glossy pink.

She was so sure of herself, too, and the people around her took notice including me! I was surprised that I was into someone who was so much older than me. I decided to invite her to lunch, before someone else had the same idea and snatched her away. We wound up each having two drinks, and by the time I got back to the office, I was both buzzed and crushed out. It was Annette, though, who came by my desk toward the end of the workday and asked me out.

“I’d love to go out on a date with you,” I responded, “but I have to tell you that I’ve never been with a woman before and I have a boyfriend. But I think he’d be open to sharing me.”

She smiled. “I think you’re a lot of fun, Delia, and I don’t mind sharing.” The look she gave me made my panties damp, and it was hard for me to concentrate for the rest of the day. I called Henry when I had a free moment and told him I’d be home late because I was going out with a coworker. “I think you’re going to like her,” I said, breathlessly. I didn’t say it outright, but my implication was that he would soon get to meet her. Little did I know that “soon” would, in fact, be later that same evening!

Annette took me to a lesbian bar, and soon we were making out right up against the wall, in full view of everyone. “You are so hot,” I said to her between kisses, “but like I said, I’m in a relationship and I can’t go home with you. But . . . you could come home with me. We could invite Henry to join us. What do you think?” I pressed my body against hers as I moved in for another kiss. I wasn’t sure if she was into guys, but I hoped she’d say yes.

“Well, it’s not my ideal situation but I want to taste your pussy.” That made me blush, and I kissed her as her hands cupped my denim clad ass.

“I just have to make a quick call,” I said. I snuck outside and hurriedly called Henry. “So, babe, remember when I said I was going out with a coworker?”

“Yes . . . ” he said hesitantly.

“Well, what if I brought Annette home? To us? For a threesome?” I said it all really fast, in case that might make him accept if he was on the fence.

“You really want this, don’t you, Del?” he asked.

“Yes, I do, and I think you’ll like it, too. I want to kiss her while your fingers are stroking me, want to kiss her while you fuck me. I want it all.”

“Okay, baby, I’ll follow your lead.” He didn’t mean it in a submissive type of way, but that he was willing to do whatever he could to make me happy.

I sprung for a cab, and Annette and I made out during the whole ride home, arriving with flushed cheeks and messy hair. When I entered the apartment, it was obvious that we’d been doing more than just holding hands but then I saw that Henry had been busy, too! He had his hand down his pants and was watching an adult movie. Before he shut off the video, I caught an onscreen image of a woman in a shiny black catsuit who was wielding a whip.

“You must be Annette,” he said politely, standing up and shaking her hand. She, however, gave him a full hug. It wasn’t necessarily a sexy hug, but it broke the ice. Soon she and I were back to making out, and any trepidation Henry had previously felt seemed to melt away as he watched appreciatively.

“I want to see you two kiss,” I said impulsively. Then my boyfriend and my coworker fulfilled my wish. Instead of the sloppy tongue kissing she and I had been engaging in, their kiss was soft, gentle and intimate. It turned me on, so much so that I moved closer, and they each put an arm around me. Annette was hot, eager and horny for both of us, and that was all that mattered.

Feeling their bodies pressed against mine, I knew my fantasy was about to come true in a big way. I pulled back to watch them make out, then grabbed Annette for myself. She kissed me passionately, taking charge, her hands slipping down to the small of my back. “What does she like, Henry?” Annette asked. I loved that she was including him, and we soon moved to the bedroom. I sensed that Annette had done this before, unlike us, but we moved naturally, each of us undressing the other until all three of us were totally nude. Annette had an amazing, fit body, and I knew Henry appreciated her extra large breasts, which were almost twice the size of mine. He was soon suckling on them while I played with her pussy. At first, I stroked her lightly, unsure of how to touch another woman, but her signals indicated that she wanted more.

Soon, I had two fingers inside her. I experimented with moving them around, and the more I did that, the wetter she became. Hearing the sounds of them kissing was music to my ears, and I got the hang of finger fucking Annette pretty easily. “You’re so wet, Annette. Do you want Henry’s cock inside you?” That wasn’t what I’d initially pictured in my threesome fantasies, but it was exactly what I wanted to happen. I shifted and looked at Henry, and he raised his eyebrows, as if to ask me if I was sure, and I grinned back. I’d thought Annette would want me mostly to herself, but whether she was more bisexual than I’d thought or just had the hots for Henry, she was more than eager. “Why don’t you sit on his face?” Annette said. “I want to watch you come.”

No sooner had Annette uttered those words, than Henry got on his back, his erection sticking straight up. She climbed onto him, lowering her pussy, with its neatly trimmed pubic hair, down over him. He moaned, and then she pulled me close for a lusty kiss, before pushing me back toward Henry. I hadn’t straddled his face in a long time that just wasn’t our usual position, but I liked it. Henry liked it, too. He ate my pussy with a passion he hadn’t shown in recent memory. Seeing Annette riding him was hot. When we leaned forward to kiss, I knew Henry wouldn’t be able to resist for long. He pushed my hips up long enough to say, “I’m gonna shoot!” Then I lowered my pussy back onto his lips as he filled Annette with his load.

She got treated to his oral skills after that, sitting on his face while I sucked her nipples until she had two orgasms. When she rose off him, his face was soaked with pussy juice. When I asked if he wanted a warm washcloth to wipe it off, he said no. “I love tasting both of you.”

Annette spent the night, leaving in the morning after Henry fixed us each omelettes.

“See, honey? I was right, wasn’t I? I hope this means next time I make a suggestion about our sex life, you’ll listen to me.” I said it as sternly as I could, but I wasn’t mad, not in the least especially because we’d been invited over to Annette’s house that night for a party that would be all women save for Henry and she had a hot tub!

“Your wish is my command,” he said, showing me his newly sprouted erection.

I immediately bent over the kitchen table and said, “Then get to work.”

Welcoming Annette into our bed reinvigorated our sex life in ways I couldn’t have predicted. And now I have something to report back to all my friends who are being pressured for threesomes I’m going to tell them to go for it!

Ms. Delia V., Chicago, Illinois