My wife, Rosie, loves to wear sexy lingerie, and I have several silky panties, slips and nightgowns for my own use. I love it when she uses her long fingernails to tickle my lingerie covered body.

The other night, as we were getting an early start at fucking, with me in my favorite blue satin gown, her best friend, Sally, called. As she spoke to Sally, Rosie stroked my prick while I licked her lovely pussy. Rosie started to moan softly as I buried my mouth in her sweet sex.

Luckily we have a speakerphone system, so she could continue to masturbate while talking to Sally. As I continued licking and sucking, Rosie began to moan loudly as she climaxed. Sally asked what was going on and Rosie, calming down, described the lovely shimmering gown I had on and told her how much I enjoy wearing lingerie. Intrigued, Sally asked if she could join us. Rosie was quick to say yes, telling Sally that I was always talking about how sexy she was and how I wanted to fuck her. Sally agreed to come over Saturday for my special birthday celebration.

Saturday night at eight o’clock, Sally arrived in a white silk blouse and red silk skirt. I greeted her at the door with a light kiss, but she kept her sensuous mouth on mine and our tongues began to duel. I grabbed her ass, which felt nice and smooth, and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. I proceeded to lift her skirt and feel her bare bottom. Just then Rosie called out from the kitchen that dinner was ready.

As we sat down in the candlelit dining room, Sally asked me to open the gift she had brought me. It turned out to be a beautiful, sexy pink slip and matching panties. She asked me to put the slip on, and I said I would if she and Rosie would also wear only their slips for dinner. They were very agreeable.

We repaired to the living room, where Sally gave me a second gift her body. Sally knew I wanted to suck her pussy first, so I stretched out on the floor and lifted her slip over my head. I moved her pussy to my tongue and, enveloped in darkness, started licking her. Seconds later, my wife started to suck Sally’s breasts. In no time at all, Sally was moaning with ecstasy and climaxing all over my tongue.

Fucking Sally was next. First I took off my panties. Then I lay on my back while Sally hoisted her slip and sat on my swollen prick. Rosie sat on my face so I could lick her as she kissed Sally. This was such a luscious experience for the three of us that we climaxed together. What a great birthday party it was!

Mr. O.V., Washington

My husband was going to be at a hunting camp for a long weekend, and I was looking at a very boring time. When I mentioned this to my friend June, she asked me to attend a costume party with her on Saturday night. In fact, she pleaded with me. Her husband would also be at the camp, and as much as she wanted to go to the party, she hated to go alone. Since she said she would get the costumes, what could I do but accept the offer?

Saturday night came, and June showed up with costumes that made us both look like hookers. She had everything except the shoes. I was given a silky little halter top with a tie at the neck and several more up the front. Since I am a redhead, she gave me the red stockings and garter belt with the little string bikini to match. The last part was a very short miniskirt that zipped in both the front and back. June’s outfit was, except for color, almost identical to mine. She made us both up with too much makeup, and she even had some kind of red dye that made our nipples very evident through our blouses. We laughed at ourselves as we practiced our hip swaying walks.

The party was really something. There was a fabulous buffet and a well stocked bar. The guests, none of whom I knew, were all in costumes, some of which were very elaborate. The host, Tom, was a real hunk. June and I seemed to draw the most attention, but then maybe it was because we were unattached females. The other standout was a good looking black man dressed as a basketball player. Of course, he would stand out anywhere, because he was almost seven feet tall.

I really played the hooker part and flirted with the men, who were always getting me drinks. I danced more times than I usually do at a party and even had a couple of dances with the black giant. Maybe it was the role playing that got out of hand, maybe it was all the attention I was getting all I knew was that I was becoming sexually aroused, and the more I danced the more uninhibited I got. Before I realized it, I was hotter than hell. When Tom danced with me, his fingers slid inside my blouse and played with my nipples. Right then and there, I creamed my panties.

The music ended and June came over, excused us and led me to the bathroom. She asked me how I was doing. All I could do was grin and tell her I was having a great time. As I was a bit unsteady on my feet, she helped balance me as I slipped off my wet panties. Then she helped me to the toilet. I told her I loved the attention I was getting and told her about Tom playing with my nipples. She asked me how I felt about that. I told her I hadn’t wanted him to stop. “You’ll think I’m terrible,” I said, “but I really need to be screwed!”

“So let’s see what we can do about it,” June laughed.

I was helped to my feet and then June untied the front of my blouse, tucking in the ends so that it was open all the way up the front but still covered me. “When a lady likes the feel of hands on her tits, she makes her tits accessible,” she told me. Next she moved the zippers on my skirt a little higher, saying, “It’s good to advertise that you are a real redhead.” Reaching down, she picked up my panties and dropped them in her purse. When I protested, she said, “These are just a nuisance. Mine became a trophy at least an hour ago. Now let’s go out and raise some blood pressure.” And out the door we went.

I could feel every eye on me as we rejoined the group. Tom was talking with another woman when we came in, and he left her to come to us. His eyes were all over me, and I started to get wet again.

“How is she?” he asked, looking at June.

“She’s ready,” June answered.

I put both arms around his neck to steady myself and asked him to dance with me. Tom knew exactly what I desired, and he had his hands on my tits before we had moved more than a few steps. “Please don’t stop,” I pleaded as he fondled me. As I looked up at him, he kissed me full on the mouth. One of his hands found the zipper in back. I felt him slowly tug the tag upward until his hand was finally in my crack, a finger probing for my anus.

The blonde woman Tom had been talking with earlier suddenly yelled, “Conga line!” I knew I was in no condition to conga, but Tom held me up and guided me as I led the line. As the line snaked around the room, someone reached out and pulled the last tie on my blouse and it fell away, leaving my tits exposed for all to see. It was the blonde woman who reached in and popped the fastener on my skirt. Suddenly I was completely exposed, and a cheer went up. I felt so wanton I then pulled his hands up from my hips so they were once again on my aching breasts.

The chain went around the room until Tom pulled free and steered me to a bedroom. Closing the door, he pushed me back onto the bed and attacked my breasts with his mouth while he frantically pulled off his pants. My legs automatically opened to accept him as he moved over me, and I guided his hard organ to my pussy. Entry was easy, and I threw my legs around him so he could not get away.

I came immediately, but he kept pumping into me, harder and harder, as if to go deeper than was physically possible. I felt myself building to a second orgasm, but before I could come, Tom stiffened and came. I tried to urge him on, but he collapsed on top of me. He rested for a moment and then kissed my cheek. He thanked me and said my husband was a lucky man, then turned out the light and left the room.

I lay there, half asleep, dreaming of someone spreading my legs to screw me, only to open my eyes when I felt another man penetrating my body. He drove in and out until he too poured his semen into me. Once again my partner was too quick and I was left wanting. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before a flash of light in the dark room revealed the opening of the door. There was a short pause and then two hands rolled me over. My hips were pulled up and I was told to get on my knees.

Another fleshy probe found the well lubricated hole between my thighs. Once more my pussy stretched to accept a cock, and this one kept advancing into virgin territory. Finally, with one last thrust the man’s pelvis slammed against my raised ass and I was impaled on his rigid cock. He didn’t move he just held me still as I savored the feeling. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I tried to move on him, and then came the familiar pumping motion, as if I had awakened him.

It was ever so slow and easy. A long withdrawal and slow insertion, as if to tease me. I pleaded for more and more and gradually the tempo increased until, finally, he was driving hard into me. The thrusts would drive me forward on the bed, but with his hands on my hips he would pull me back, only to drive me forward again a moment later.

On and on it went until I climaxed. Then, with one last skewering thrust, my mysterious partner collapsed on top of me, driving us both onto the bed. His hips jerked spasmodically and then were still. Ever so slowly he pulled out and left me lying there, unable to move and not wanting to close my legs. And then came sleep.

I awoke sometime later with a thick head and a tight feeling in my bottom. I found the door and discovered that only Tom and June were left in the house. He was in a robe and June was naked from the waist down and had Tom’s shirt around her shoulders. June said that if I was up to it, we would dress and start home. Tom thanked us for helping make his party a success and kissed us both. June and I left just as the sky was lighting up.

I couldn’t wait to get in the car. I wanted to know what June thought of the way I had behaved at the party. She told me she thought I had done just fine and hadn’t done anything she hadn’t done herself.

Ms. A.B., Ohio

I’ve been happily married to the same sexy woman for fifteen years. She always finds ways to make my birthday special, and this year she outdid herself.

Last Thursday on my birthday, my wife called me at work and told me to be sure to be home on time because she’d planned something special. She also told me that she was in a very sexy mood. “I’m about to take a shower,” she said, “and I’m looking forward to fondling my soapy breasts. I’m also going to pay special attention to my pussy. I hope you’ll be thinking about me. I’ll be thinking about you.” She ended the call by telling me that she’d send me a brief e mail after her shower.

I did indeed think of her, and my cock was almost painfully hard. I checked my e mail repeatedly, and finally got her message close to five o’clock. She told me that she’d played with herself in the shower but had deliberately held off having an orgasm. She told me that her nipples seemed particularly sensitive that day and that she was looking forward to having me suck on them. She concluded by saying, “I’m going to keep myself horny and on edge, so I can give you the best birthday ever!”

Needless to say, I left work as soon as possible and rushed home.

When I walked in the door, I saw Becky wearing a silk robe and high heels. She looked great. In a soft, sexy voice, she said, “Did you enjoy thinking about my aroused nipples? I know you did.” As she spoke, Becky raised her hands to her chest and caressed her breasts through the robe as if she were holding them up and offering them to me.

Becky told me to change into my silk robe and to meet her in front of the fireplace for drinks. She’s already lit a fire and had two glasses of wine poured when I joined her.

“Did you enjoy thinking about me playing with myself in the shower?” she asked. “I could probably make you come just by describing how my nipples felt as I pinched and twisted them. I knew I could have made myself have an amazing orgasm, but I decided to stay horny for you.” Becky then brought her hands to the lapels of her robe and added, “What I didn’t say is that I decided to tease both of us by encasing my nipples where you can’t reach them for a while. I thought you might enjoy seeing me in the black corset you bought for me last year, even though it’ll keep you from touching my breasts.”

Becky turned away from me and said, “I was able to put the corset on loosely, but I need your help tightening the laces.” She dropped her robe to the floor and held the front of the corset in place, pushing it up under her breasts. “Please tighten it enough to hold my breasts up, but not so tightly that I can’t breathe.” I did as she asked, and my cock hardened as I pulled the corset laces. There’s something very arousing about lacing your wife into a corset. I snugged up the laces at the top and bottom and then pulled on the ends of the laces near the middle of the corset, asking if that was snug enough. Becky told me to go a little tighter, so I repeated the process. When she said it was okay, I tied off the ends. Becky then turned to reveal her breasts beautifully pushed up by the corset. The creamy white tops of her tits looked fantastic perched atop the black satin cups. I told Becky how great she looked. The corset had garters that held up black stockings her legs looked incredibly long and sexy. She looked stunning!

Becky turned away again and said, “Perhaps you’d like to look at my ass?” She took two steps away from me and bent slightly while cradling her hips. “The rear seam on these panties really does accentuate the shape of my ass, doesn’t it? You can touch it if you want.” I couldn’t resist feeling Becky’s ass and hips. She rolled her hips and pressed her butt toward my hands. My hands also trailed up the firm sides of the corset. The contrast between her soft flesh and the stiff corset was lovely. Becky slipped her robe back on but left it unbelted. We stood for a minute sipping some wine, and I enjoyed looking at my sexy wife.

After a few minutes, Becky directed me to sit in the middle of the couch. She then knelt above me, straddling my thighs, which placed her breasts only inches from my face. “I thought you might like to enjoy my cleavage up close,” she said. “You like my tits in your face, don’t you?” She leaned forward, pressing the exposed swells of her breasts lightly against my face and then she leaned forward even more, increasing the pressure until she was almost smothering me between them. I inhaled the scent of her flowery perfume, and then she leaned back. She ran her hands up and down her sides, and asked if I liked the visual effect of the corset. Of course I loved how she looked. The corset emphasized her feminine shape and blatantly exhibited her breasts. Becky then said, “You may touch my body. I think you’ll find the corset sexy. Wearing it for you has added to my arousal. It feels like I’m more on display than if I were naked. And with how tightly it fits me, there’s also an element of bondage involved, which is kinky and sexy.”

I fondled Becky’s body from the front and explored her back, hips and ass. The corset felt as unyielding as steel. Again, the contrast between her soft skin and the firmness of the corset was great!

“Think of the corset as a symbol of your birthday gift,” my wife said. “I know you like me to dress up in sexy clothes, and that you enjoy the sexual tease they provide. For your present, I’m going to tease you until you can’t take any more. And I’ll be the judge of when you’ve had enough.”

Reaching between the couch cushions, Becky pulled out a set of leather wrist cuffs that I’d used on her in the past. “Your hands need to be restrained,” she said matter of factly. “I can’t have you getting impatient when I tease you.” She buckled each of the cuffs around my wrists and then gestured for me to stand. She removed my robe and pushed my hands down to my sides. She then ran an eighteen inch cord behind my back to connect the cuffs. My hands could move, but they were effectively useless.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said brightly.

Once there, Becky told me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed. In this position, my hands were now pinned even more restrictively at my sides. She knelt between my legs and bent down to rub her face all over my cock, which was tenting my briefs. My hips lifted up off the bed to increase contact, and she immediately pulled back.

“That won’t do,” she said. “In order to get your reward, you’re going to have to let me control things.” Becky then reached up and lowered my briefs, carefully trying to minimize her contact with my erect cock. When I was naked, she returned her face to my groin. She ran her expert tongue up and down my hard cock once and commented on how painfully stiff it looked. I said, “I’m okay. You’re giving me what you offered, and you’re very good at it.”

Becky moved up my body, so that she was astride my hips. She pulled the front of the corset down an inch or two, exposing both nipples. She then bent forward, using her arms to support her upper body, and lowered her left breast to my mouth. “Suck on me gently.” I obeyed, and after a minute or two, she moved a few inches to the left and offered my mouth her right breast. “Gently, now,” she admonished softly. “It adds to the tease.” After another minute, she said, “You can suck harder now. In fact, that’s how I want it.” She again switched breasts after a little while. Finally Becky said, “That’s enough for now,” and then she moved her body down between my thighs.

My wife then had me lift my ass off the bed so she could position a pillow under my lower back. This made my cock and balls the highest part of my body and made me very aware that Becky could do with me what she pleased. That was fine with me, but it did feel strange to be exposed in that way.

Over the next ten minutes or so, Becky fondled my cock and balls off and on, never staying in one spot too long. She had to tell me several times to stay still because I was squirming too much. When she wasn’t teasing my cock or balls, she’d run a hand up my leg or across my chest. My cock was aching, and I told Becky that I didn’t think I could take much more. “I’m sure you can take a lot more,” Becky said teasingly.

She lowered her head between my spread thighs and said, “I know how you love the feeling of my long nails tickling your balls, so I’m going to focus all of my attention there. I’m going to see if my nails, mouth and tongue on your balls alone can make you come.” I groaned with anticipation and frustration. My cock twitched in the air, as if it was trying to find something to rub against. Becky noticed and said, “Don’t worry, if your cock doesn’t explode in ten minutes, I’ll take care of you.”

With that, she pushed my thighs farther apart and lowered her head to kiss the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. Her right hand cupped my balls, and she blew on them and then kissed them gently. She enveloped my cock with her mouth, and it got wet but then she left it bobbing in the air. Her tongue explored my balls, and I groaned with pleasure. In her sexiest voice, Becky said, “I don’t think I’ve ever given your balls so much attention. I can almost feel the ache in them. It arouses me to know that I’ve made them ache and that I’m going to do it even more before I allow you release. I bet you’re going to come a lot when I finally let you.” Her tongue teased my balls, and she moved her hand to caress and gently scratch me with her tantalizing fingernails.

Words can’t describe the exquisite torture Becky provided over the next few minutes. Her wet tongue and sharp nails felt vastly different but both were pure sex. She used her mouth to tease my cock, getting it wet and then abandoning it several times. She sucked on my balls and squeezed them with just the right touch. My hips repeatedly rose as my cock fucked the air. My thighs became tired because of all the strain and tension of raising and lowering my hips as the futility of the upward motion because apparent, and I lowered myself to try to increase Becky’s contact with my balls. I was sweating and my breathing was becoming labored.

Finally, Becky said, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough teasing. Would you like to come in my mouth, hand or pussy?”

“Hand!” I nearly shouted. “Grab me I need your hand.” In seconds, Becky had gotten my shaft wet with her saliva, and then reached up and stroked her hand firmly up and down my dick. I thought my body was going to liquefy and shoot through my cock as I came. Becky hung on as I continued to shoot, my load splashing across my stomach. I felt like a rag doll, totally exhausted and without any strength in my limbs.

“Thank you,” I said in a whisper.

“Let’s take a break,” Becky said softly. “We’re not done yet. Teasing you has also teased me. I need you to get me off.”

Needless to say, after I’d rested for a minute and Becky had released the cord from my cuffs, I lunged for her, grabbing her body. My fingers pushed her panties aside and found her dripping wet pussy. I pushed the corset’s top down to fully expose her breasts. My mouth found one of her nipples, and I sucked it greedily while I fingered her cunt and got her off in record time.

It was a spectacular birthday, and I can’t wait to see what she does next year to top it!

Mr. Seamus M., Sacramento, California

When my husband and I decided to move so I could take a new job, we also decided to design our new house. My husband is an architect and I’m an interior designer, so it wasn’t hard. We built a house with a kitchen bigger than my first apartment in New York, and bedrooms and bathrooms more luxurious than any we’d had previously. The feature that excited me most, however, was the closet.

To be honest, “closet” isn’t exactly accurate. The space is nearly as big as the bedroom, and it has racks for shoes and handbags, drawers for lingerie and stockings, and hangers for all my other clothes. And then there’s the special latex area. Nearly half the closet is devoted to my collection of rubberwear. There are dozens of padded hangers hung from short poles that are spaced six inches apart, so the garments won’t be stored too close together. There’s a hardwood floor so I can powder my latex right where it hangs and not worry about the mess. A quick sweep with a dust mop is sufficient cleanup. And there are drawers for smaller items, like gloves and shorts, each lined with thick paper, making it easier to clean.

My husband, Nate, had laughed when I’d told him the plans I had for my closet, but he loves my latex as much as I do, so he knew it was a good investment. The only way to keep rubber clothing intact is to store it properly, and it should always be powdered so it won’t deteriorate. Our condo in Seattle hadn’t had the necessary space, so we’d had to keep most of my collection which consists of a few dozen pieces in a storage unit. Being able to keep all my latex right there in my closet was going to be such a joy!

The weekend after we’d unpacked, Nate and I decided we’d earned a day of play. He likes to dress me and pamper me while I “order” him to do things like eat my pussy or shine my latex. We both get off on the exchange, and it’s always nice to take a break from our normal lives to have some dirty, sexy fun.

I let Nate choose my outfit that day, and he picked out an olive green military style dress, as well as a pair of elbow length black gloves all rubber, of course. After I showered, my husband dried me off and powdered my skin so the dress would slip on easily. He had to make sure not a drop of water clung to my body, which would turn the powder to paste, and then he dusted me in talcum powder. He used a big brush, and worked slowly and meticulously, his feather light touches turning me on. As he worked, I tried to decide what I wanted him to do next.

Once he’d covered me with powder, he gently removed my dress from its hanger, unzipped the back and helped me step into it. He had to inch the dress carefully up my body, and it took him close to fifteen minutes to get it all the way on. The latex caressed my skin as it moved up my body, and I shivered with arousal. I loved the way the material clung to me and the way it pulled at my skin as it was dragged up my body. When it was finally zipped closed, it hugged my chest snugly, while the skirt had more give, so I could still walk with ease.

Next came the polishing. Nate took a bottle of special latex polish and a cloth from the bottom drawer. He drizzled a stream of the liquid onto the soft rag and then started to gently rub it across the dress, starting at the top. He worked in small clockwise circles, and when he started to rub near my breasts, I got extremely aroused. I hadn’t worn any latex in nearly a month, and I’d almost forgotten how good it felt to have my husband tend to me while I luxuriated in the feel of the rubber against my skin. It was more enjoyable than I’d remembered, and when Nate’s hands began caressing my curves through the thin layer of material, I began to moan softly.

Nate was wearing only a t shirt and a pair of boxers, and when he finished polishing my dress and stood up, I saw his hard on tenting the red plaid cotton. I knew he was as aroused as I was by the ritual of polishing my dress, and I knew immediately what I’d have him do next.

“Sweetie,” I told him, “I’d like you to eat my pussy. Now, you’ll have to get under the dress to do it.” His face lit up when I said that, and I knew he would relish the chance to be that close to me, surrounded by the rubberwear he loved so much.

I spread my legs as wide as possible and had Nate crawl between them. It took some creative maneuvering I was really glad the skirt was slightly looser than the top of the dress but he managed to find a comfortable position and then began to eat my cunt.

The first lick sent shivers up my body, and I dug my fingers into my latex covered thighs before his tongue struck again. The latex felt delicious under my fingers, and each time I moved to accommodate Nate, it slid against my skin in a sensual caress. It seemed like Nate’s tongue was working in tandem with my shifting dress, licking me each time the smooth latex rubbed against me. It didn’t take long before the tantalizing sensations had me on the verge of a climax, and as Nate’s tongue dipped between my slippery pussy lips, I came. I felt my juices flow out of me, as slick as the polish that made my dress shine, and I felt sexier than ever as my husband licked them up hungrily.

I wanted to keep Nate between my thighs all day, but I knew it wasn’t comfortable for him even if he did enjoy it. As soon as he’d slurped down all my dew and I’d had the chance to climax a second time from his ministrations, Nate inched out from beneath my skirt and smiled, his face shiny with my juice. I saw his erection poking through his boxers, and though he loves to focus on my pleasure whenever we play with my latex, I couldn’t let him go on without giving him physical pleasure, too.

My husband undressed and I pulled him toward me, his back pressed against my front so the latex dress was the only thing between us. I reached one arm around his chest and caressed his strong body, and my other arm looped around his waist so I could take his cock in my hand. As my rubberwear rubbed against our bodies, I started to stroke Nate’s dick. My fist slid up and down his stiff rod, and as I jerked him off, he wrapped an arm behind me to fondle my ass.

While Nate busied himself with my ass, I shifted and wiggled, partly in reaction to his teasing touches, but mostly to make sure the latex of my dress rubbed my husband the right way. The more I slid my body against his, the harder his cock grew, and within a few minutes it was throbbing in my hand. I started to stroke him faster, and I tightened my fist to apply more pressure to his cock. When he started to thrust forward into my hand, I knew he was close, and I pulled him tighter against my latex clad body.

The latex rubbing between our bodies had turned me on, too, and as I pumped my husband’s cock, hoping to get him off, I felt my own arousal building. I worked faster, and all of a sudden I saw Nate’s come shooting out of his cock and dripping to the floor.

My husband bent over, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, and I slumped over against him, my heart pounding against my ribs with excitement. When we broke apart, I had to peel myself off him, the latex clinging to his sweat slick body.

Nate cleaned up the mess we’d made, and then he helped me out of my dress, which was in need of some cleaning, too. He took care of that as well, while I went to the bathroom to wash up a bit. When I rejoined Nate in the closet, my dress was clean and hung back in its place, and another outfit this time a rubber catsuit was draped over his arm. The day was still young, and we had a closet full of latex to play with.

Ms. Ellen C., Houston, Texas

When my wife and I decided to go to Paris for our honeymoon, little did we realize that we were about to embark on not just a vacation, but a profound sexual experience we’d never have had the guts to try back home. During the first few days of our trip, Carrie and I visited the usual touristy spots like the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Montmartre but then we saw a billboard for a burlesque show. “Let’s go,” Carrie said. Hot women? I wasn’t going to object!

Before the show began, a sexy woman came up to us and handed us a flyer. “You look like you might be interested in this club. Come tomorrow night.” Then she disappeared before we could even thank her. I looked down and instantly got hard when I looked at the paper and saw the photo of a woman who was tied up and had a ball gag in her mouth, but I waited to say anything until I could gauge my wife’s reaction.

“Wow,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. I reached for her hand, and she squeezed mine and then looked at me. “She’s beautiful,” Carrie said, with awe in her voice.

“I agree,” I whispered back. “Do you want to be tied up like that for everyone to see?” We’d never so much as talked about doing anything sexual in public, so this was all new, which only added to the thrill.

“I’m not sure, but I definitely want to check out this place.” Her hand clutched mine tightly, and she had a dreamy look on her face.

“I’d like to see you tied up,” I said, caressing her cheek. I immediately pictured her struggling against her bonds, perhaps even with her breasts and pussy exposed to me and a roomful of curious people.

“Let’s get out of here,” Carrie replied, moving close to give me an urgent kiss.

We rushed back to the hotel, where I used my only necktie to fasten her wrists together and then positioned them above her head before I shoved her panties in her mouth. “I’m going to tie you up in front of all those horny French men and pretty ladies and then tease you,” I told her, tickling her under her arms, which I know both makes her laugh and makes her wet, even though she’d deny it if she could. All I heard from Carrie were muffled moans, which made my dick even harder.

I took out my cock and pressed it against her slit, but even though I was aching to be inside her, I held back, just to hear the pretty, urgent noises she was making. When I could stand the teasing no longer, I pushed inside to find her pussy slick and wet. “So you like this, do you?” I asked a redundant question if ever there was one. I didn’t last long, pulling out and coming all over her chest. Then I ate her pussy until she came. Only after I was done with her did I untie her.

We cuddled and watched an old American movie on television before falling asleep, and the next day, Carrie led me to a sex shop in Pigalle, where I bought her whatever she wanted. She didn’t want any of the frilly lingerie, but she did pick up tall, shiny black boots, a shelf bra that propped up her breasts but didn’t cover them, and the teeniest of black thongs, plus a feather tickler, a choker and a pair of padded pink cuffs. “I want you to use these on me,” she said of the cuffs.

“What about this?” I asked, holding up a blindfold embroidered with the word “slut.”

“No, I want to watch.” I kissed her right in the store for uttering that remark. It filled my head with ideas.

A few hours later, after a meal of Brie, crackers and Champagne, we headed to the club. Carrie was wearing a long dress, but under it she wore her new purchases. I wore black pants and a button down shirt. The club wasn’t in a seedy space, but a huge modern looking nightclub. Instead of the sound of throbbing beats, we heard the sounds of beatings and cries of pleasure. As soon as we entered and dropped off our street clothes at the coat check, we were greeted by a beautiful blonde, who was dressed in a red negligee and told us her name was Eva.

She made a point of giving Carrie a once over, her eyes lingering on her body. “Make yourselves at home, I think you say,” Eva said. Carrie and I took a quick walk around the club, observing women and men in all kinds of submissive postures. One man had clothespins on his nipples and a ring wrapped around the base of his cock, and we saw a man and a woman using lit candles to drip wax all over a nude woman.

We saw cages and crosses and cuffs, and all of it gave me the courage to do what I did next I ordered Carrie to kneel on the floor and told her to put her hands behind her back. Then I took the cuffs from the bag I’d been carrying and fastened her wrists behind her back. Kneeling, with her breasts thrust forward and a look of eagerness on her face, she’d never appeared more beautiful. I reached down and tugged on one of her nipples, and she moaned sexily. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want someone to whip you while I watch. That would make me hot. But all he gets to do is tease you. The only cock you can have is mine. What do you think of that?”

“I’d like that,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I pulled out an elegant suede flogger I’d purchased without Carrie’s knowledge. She gasped when she saw it, but she stayed in position.

Even though we were in Paris, I’d gleaned that enough people understood English, or as much as was needed, to figure out my next words. “Who would like to whip my wife?”

A man stepped forward. “I am Marcel,” he said, shaking my hand.

“I’m Greg, and this is Carrie.”

“Has she ever been whipped before?” he asked.

“No, but she’s eager to experience it.” Talking about my wife in the third person like that turned me on.

I handed Marcel the flogger and stood back to observe, proudly noting the crowd of men who had drawn around to watch my wife. Marcel leaned down and whispered something in Carrie’s ear, and then she straightened her body, her breasts appearing even more perky and delicious. He took the flogger and slapped it against his palm, and then brushed it over her tits. She moaned, and he held a finger to his lips. She pressed her lips together to silence herself, and he then struck her breasts. I knew she liked nipple play, but I had no idea that Carrie would like her breasts lashed like that I’d planned to use the flogger on her back.

But like it she did. Her cheeks got red, and she squirmed slightly as Marcel delivered blow after blow across her breasts. “Do you like that, Carrie?” he asked her, and she nodded. “Do you want me to hit you harder?” She glanced at me very briefly, and then she nodded again. This time the blows were noticeably more harsh. I knew that as much as I wanted to dominate her, I probably didn’t have it in me to lash her as hard as Marcel was, and I was grateful for his expertise.

I noticed two men jerking off as they watched the scene, and I realized that my cock was aching, so I started to stroke my dick through my pants. Then Marcel moved behind her and, maneuvering the flogger’s tail around her bound arms, struck her backside. This time Carrie broke her silence and let out a moan. “It’s okay. You can make noise now,” he said as he sensually whipped her bottom. That beating was less dramatic, but still beautiful to watch. When Marcel finished and handed me the flogger, it was like he was passing a baton in some sort of dirty Olympics, allowing me to take the next leg of a kinky relay.

For the moment, I wanted Carrie to suck my cock. As soon as she saw that my dick out of my pants, she leaned forward and took it between her lips. It was even sexier to me that she couldn’t use her hands only her tongue and lips and I came all too soon.

I leaned down and kissed my beautiful wife, and then unfastened her cuffs. Together we wandered around the club and observed other sexy scenes. It was a real eye opener and changed our lives forever.

When we got back to the hotel, Carrie told me, “I think we should try to find a bondage club closer to home.”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” I responded.

I can’t wait to see what kinds of trouble me and my new bride can get into together!

Mr. Greg W., Marietta, Georgia

My husband and I love making wagers. We bet on pretty much anything sporting events, reality TV shows, even who can get home from work first. Another thing we love is having threesomes. If it were up to me, I would always invite another guy into our bedroom, whereas Arnie leans toward another chick. So to choose, we combine our two interests: Whenever we bet on something, the winner decides the gender of whomever we fuck next.

We recently bet on the U.S. Open, and I was the lucky winner. I was psyched because we had a new neighbor, Neil, with whom I’d been flirting. He was tall and broad shouldered, with short, dark hair, but even better, it looked like he had a nice, big package that I couldn’t wait to get in my mouth. That Friday, we invited him over for drinks to “welcome him to the neighborhood.” He accepted, and when we felt that we knew him well enough, we quickly made our move.

I was sitting close to him on the couch when Arnie excused himself to get another bottle of wine, which we’d planned beforehand. Putting my hand on Neil’s knee, I leaned forward so he could see into my d colletage as I explained the situation. Happily, he was receptive, even excited (which I could see from the bulge growing in his khakis), so I took him into the bedroom, where my husband joined us.

Taking a seat beside me on the bed, Arnie began stroking my back and shoulders. Neil’s hands were at my tits, pinching and teasing my rigid nipples as my tongue swabbed the insides of his cheeks. As the two pairs of strong hands explored my body, my pussy started weeping so I squirmed in my seat, trying to find relief for my pulsating clitoris. Arnie knew what that meant, so he reached under my skirt and stroked my pantyless mound.

I ground against the pillows, as well as my husband’s hand. Perceptively, Neil took that as a signal to unbutton my blouse and remove my bra. Then I helped him remove his top, and our bare flesh pressed together when I climbed into his lap and dry humped him through his pants. Although “dry” might be the wrong word, because juices poured from my cunt, soaking his slacks.

As I writhed against Neil, I heard the rustle of Arnie undressing behind me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d have access to both of their hard cocks. Growing impatient, I unfastened my new partner’s pants and pulled out his erection. It was bigger than I’d imagined it would be, and the head was already glossed with pre come. Also, when I looked closer, I could see that the vein that ran along the side was throbbing wildly. That was something I noticed because I was no longer sitting in Neil’s lap but kneeling in front of him, about to take his thick slab of meat into my mouth.

First I sucked his crown, and then I slid my lips along his length, feeling that pulsating vein. Meanwhile, still behind me, Arnie pushed up my skirt and slid a spit slickened digit into my hole. He pumped it in and out as I descended over Neil’s length, making me moan around the thick shaft in my throat. Above me, Neil grunted as he enjoyed the vibrations, a chorus that my husband orchestrated by giving me a thorough finger fucking.

After a while, he removed his hand from my pussy, and when I heard a slurping sound, I knew that he’d popped the juice covered digit into his mouth. Meanwhile, I sucked Neil’s member, rising and falling from his balls to the tip and then back again. He had his fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my head up and down, and whenever my chin hit his sac, I could almost feel them tighten. Then the slurping behind me stopped, and I knew where that finger was going next.

There was a slight pressure at my asshole, and then Arnie’s digit began burrowing inward. I sucked Neil’s cock even harder, so hard that my cheeks hollowed, as my rear canal was slowly plundered. Arnie stroked me from inside for a minute to stoke my fire, and then he began rotating his finger, stretching me wider and wider to prepare me for a much thicker invader.

I held still, enjoying the finger fucking, and Neil took advantage of that by pumping his hips to penetrate my mouth like it was a pussy. That seemed like the perfect moment for our threesome to take the next step, so the next time his ass hit the mattress, I raised my head, breaking contact with his dick completely. Following my lead, Arnie pulled his finger from my behind and helped me reposition myself so I was straddling our new neighbor’s waist, my cunt hovering over his inflexible prick.

Neil grasped my hips to hold me steady as I lowered myself onto his erection. My labia hugged his cockhead as it speared my hole, which, in turn, stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. The remainder of his length quickly followed, and I was soon sitting pretty. Then Arnie bent me forward to apply lube to my asshole.

When I was really slick, he moved in close behind me and pressed his crown, which was also coated in gel, against my puckered rosebud. I held my breath as he forced it open, and then I exhaled loudly as he slid the rest of the way into me. For a moment, no one said a word we all just sat there, joined at the waist, and I reveled in being stuffed full of cock. Then Neil finally spoke. “Someone else is going to have to get this thing started, because you guys have me pinned.”

We all laughed as Arnie and I got moving. We were the best candidates for that job, because we’re no strangers to double penetration. I held still while he sawed in and out of my ass a few times, letting our new friend enjoy the novel sensation of feeling another man’s cock moving against his own. His head tilted back, his eyes closed and he bit down hard on his lower lip, so I knew he was enjoying the massage that was being administered through the thin membrane inside me.

I certainly enjoyed having a hard, throbbing dick in each of my lower entryways. Then things got even better when we all started moving together. Arnie pulled his dick almost all the way out of my asshole, which made Neil and I both gasp. Then I rose slightly, sliding my pussy along Neil’s rigid pole. Finally, and in perfect sync, my husband filled me with his prick again as I remained in my crouch so my other partner could thrust upward to impale me.

Things proceeded smoothly after that. As long as I kept still, the men could do their thing, repeatedly driving their dicks into my nether holes. Grunting with exertion and pleasure, one would thrust forward while the other thrust upward. Meanwhile, I squeezed my muscles around their shafts, constricting myself around them in an effort to up the ante. They gasped their appreciation, and I have to say that I was feeling pretty good myself, as evidenced by the juices pooling in Neil’s pubic curls and the steady throbbing of my clit.

I felt an orgasm welling in my belly, and I started trembling. Both men felt this and recognized what was occurring. As a result, they worked harder, with Neil driving his cock into my cunt with as much force as he could muster, and Arnie practically flying in and out between my cheeks. His shaft seemed to swell in my rear canal, growing thicker by the minute, and I hoped that the lube he’d applied earlier would hold out until we’d all reached climax.

I didn’t have to worry about Neil’s dick, however, because my pussy dripped so much honey that his skin stayed nice and slick. I could feel his shaft throbbing inside me as I rode him, and my ass repeatedly landed on his body, pressing his balls between us. I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t come yet a lot of men explode instantly when treated to their first DP but he hung on like a real champ, fucking away at my pussy as my husband continued pounding his cock into my butt.

I, for one, didn’t have that kind of fortitude. Feeling not one, but two bulbous cockheads nestled inside my snug canals was more than I could handle. At first, I just felt a wave of heat, and then it was like my entire body was seized by a series of electric shocks. As I came, my body tensed, and both my cunt and my asshole snapped shut around the dicks that never stopped trying to penetrate them.

Neil was next to come. I felt a warm blast of liquid deep inside me as he forced himself into me one last time. He grunted loudly as I craned my neck upward to kiss him, knowing he could feel the aftershocks of my own release around his prick. A second later, overcome by his own mighty orgasm, Arnie dug his fingers into my asscheeks and hips as he filled my rear canal with more hot cream.

We remained linked for a little while longer, all of us trying to catch our breath as we basked in the afterglow of our shared release. Exhausted, I slumped over Neil, my fingers playing in his chest hair as Arnie hugged me to him from behind. Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, and after our neighbor had departed, we turned on the TV. A baseball game was on, and before I could even open my mouth, my husband said, “My money’s on the Reds.”

As much as I like winning, and as much as I love fucking two guys at once, I sort of hoped that he’d win the bet this time, because I was suddenly hungry for a taste of pussy.

Ms. Caroline R., Newport, Kentucky

September is my favorite month of the year. That’s when all the kids go back to school and all the stay at home moms have a lot more free time on their hands. It also means I get laid on a far more regular basis.

I’m working my way through college by making deliveries for a local grocery store during the week. Most of the deliveries are to women who can only shop while their husbands and kids are otherwise occupied, but without anyone else home, they usually need some help carting around their hefty purchases.

The job is pretty easy, and the women tend to tip well, so it’s not hard to make money and keep up with my schoolwork. The best part of the job, however, is all the sex.

Stay at home moms don’t get much action, yet some of them are smokin’ hot babes. When a built twenty one year old shows up at their door, willing to unload their groceries and do any other small chores, well . . . let’s just say they like to show their gratitude.

Last Tuesday was one of my best days at the job. Work had been slow, and I was out on my last delivery. I pulled up to a nice two story house and started to unload the van. I had three bags in my arms when I rang the front bell, and I was trying to balance the precarious packages when the door opened, so I didn’t see the customer right away. She had a nice voice, though, and I wondered if she looked as good as she sounded.

She led me to the kitchen, and after I put down the bags, I finally got a look at her. She was tall and thick, with curves in all the right places. She had smooth chocolate skin, and long waves of ebony hair. She was wearing a pair of capri style leggings and an oversized hoodie like something out of an ’80s music video and she looked casual and sexy all at once. I hoped she was one of the “wives gone wild” types, because she was definitely the kind of woman I wouldn’t mind hooking up with.

I helped the MILF her name was Monica put away the groceries, and when I was done, I asked if there was any other work she needed done. She said there wasn’t, and I was disappointed, but I knew I had to get going if she didn’t want me around. I turned to go, but she stopped me.

“Actually,” she called out, “there is one thing . . . ”

I turned back to her, wondering if she would make up a household chore she needed my help with, or if she’d come out and tell me what she really wanted. Apparently she wasn’t going to do either, because as soon as I turned around, she was on me.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled herself against me before planting a hard kiss against my mouth. I felt her firm tits pressed against my chest, and I reached around to get ahold of her, my hands going straight to her ass. Her cheeks were round and tight, and I kneaded them as she kissed me, making her moan into my mouth.

I could’ve gone on all day, making out with her and feeling her up, but it was already two o’clock, and I knew we didn’t have much time before she had to get ready for her family to come home.

I broke away from Monica and pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing her huge double D boobs concealed in a lacy beige bra. I couldn’t control myself once I saw her amazing tits, and I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled that off, too. Then I went straight to her tits, and I started suckling one nipple while I fondled the other breast. I spent at least ten minutes savoring her supple breasts, and by the time I stopped, my dick was rock hard and I was ready to fuck.

Monica quickly grabbed my belt and started pulling it out of its loops. She gave up after getting it through only three loops and moved on to unzipping my fly. She had my pants off in seconds, and I kicked off my Chucks so I could step out of my jeans. I pulled my t shirt off next, while Monica shimmied out of her leggings, and I was thrilled to see she had no underwear on underneath. She had a thick black bush, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Considering how we were both finally naked, I didn’t think I’d have to wait long.

I got on my knees in front of Monica and spread her lips wide, opening her up so I could see her rosy pink pussy. She was already wet, and I leaned in closer to get a taste. She tasted sweet and salty, and I lapped at her cunt for several moments, enjoying the unique flavor. But that wasn’t the only thing I wanted. I wanted to be inside her, too.

When I’d eaten my share of pussy, I stood up and pushed Monica against the island in the center of the kitchen. She leaned over it, ass out, and I got behind her so I could slide my dick inside her.

Her pussy was tighter than I’d expected, and when I slid into her, it gripped me firmly. I moaned as I felt her cunt squeeze my shaft, and it took me a moment before I was ready to start fucking her. Finally, I started to thrust in and out, and Monica moved her hips to match my rhythm. She was really into it, and she jutted her ass out and spread her legs, opening her cunt for easier pumping. I picked up my pace then, and soon my hips were pounding against her ass with every inward stroke.

She took it like a champ, bracing herself on the counter as I fucked her. When I reached around and started to fondle her tits again, she moaned loudly and shifted so I could get a better grip on them without slowing down my stroking. After that, it was a blur. I screwed her like crazy, listening as our bodies slapped together over and over.

I’d been fucking Monica for maybe five minutes when I felt my balls start to tighten. I knew I was about to come, and I told Monica. “Oh!” she cried. “Come in me! Fill my pussy!” Usually the women I fuck during work don’t let me shoot off in their cunts, so I was pleasantly surprised by her request.

I thrust a few more times and then I let loose, filling the MILF’s cunt with my seed. She came a moment later, her pussy spasming around my dick as she released a flood of juices onto my rod.

Ten minutes later, I was dressed and on my way out the door. Monica was still trying to catch her breath, and as she handed me the money for her order, as well as a generous tip, I took the opportunity to ogle her naked body one last time.

I was halfway out the door when she called after me, “Wait a minute! What’s your name?” I told her it was Joe. “I’ll be sure to ask for you next time,” she told me. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s more than all right with me,” I assured her. And it really is.

Mr. Joe H., Via E Mail