Matt and I went to our friends’ last house party with only one objective in mind: to swap partners with Elaine and Ralph. The two of them are in an open relationship, and Matt and I swing, so we knew it was possible. We’d wanted to swap with them for months, but we’d never really had the chance. Their party seemed like the perfect opportunity.

We had a good time drinking and talking with everyone, and the rowdy game of charades that broke out was surprisingly entertaining, too, but we couldn’t wait for things to wind down. As people started to leave, Matt and I made a point of offering to stay behind to help clean. It would get us alone with our hosts and open the door for some sexy swapping.

After the last guest left, Matt and Elaine started picking up the discarded cans and cups and sweeping up spilled chips while Ralph and I rinsed out beer bottles and washed dishes. I started flirting with Ralph as soon as we were alone in the kitchen, touching his arm and bumping into him whenever I tried to move around the room. He flirted right back, copping a feel whenever he could and saying everything in a suggestive manner. Even “You wash, I’ll dry” managed to sound dirty when Ralph said it.

We were in the middle of washing the dishes when Ralph accidentally splashed some water on me. It soaked through my thin white t shirt in no time, and I playfully fought with him, assuming he’d done it on purpose. In the middle of our struggle, Ralph grabbed my head in his hands and pulled me in for a hot kiss. I dropped the sponge I was holding, and the empty tumbler, and kissed him back, forgetting all about the dishes I’d volunteered to wash.

As we kissed, my wet hands traveled under his tight t shirt, while he worked his fingers into the loose waist of my shorts. We touched each other everywhere we could reach, and when we ran out of readily available flesh, we started pulling off each other’s clothes.

As we stripped, shirts flew one way and shorts the other, but it wasn’t until we were down to our underwear that we realized we didn’t want to get it on in the messy kitchen. Ralph grabbed my hand then and pulled me into the living room, but he stopped almost as soon as he walked through the doorway. On the futon across the room were Matt and Elaine, already mid fuck. It looked like our partners had gotten a head start!

Ralph and I stared at them for a minute, then he dragged me into the room and headed for the couch. He sat down across the room from the other couple, pulled me into his lap and resumed kissing and fondling me.

Ralph made a move to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it was off, he leaned in and started sucking my tits. He laved my nipples with his tongue, then traced circles around each areola. He was driving me crazy with his attention to my tits, and I started moaning quietly, my noises blending with the moans and groans coming from across the room. He kept at my nipples for a while, but eventually I pushed him away and moved in to take a turn sucking his nipples instead. He seemed to like it, and I felt his cock twitch against me through our underwear as I nipped and sucked on the tiny buds.

The nipple play lasted for maybe five minutes before we finally stood up from the couch and pulled off our underwear. As I stepped out of my panties, I glanced over at the futon and saw Elaine on top of my boyfriend, riding him in the reverse cowgirl position. They were maybe ten feet away from us, so close that I could almost reach out and touch them, and watching them going at it was really getting my juices flowing.

Once Ralph had his underwear off, too, he pulled me back on the couch, this time pushing me onto my back and then joining me. He put one knee on the couch and left his other foot on the floor, then pulled me into his lap, angling my hips upward a bit. As he slid his cock into me, the position seemed to make him go deeper than his seven inch cock should have allowed, and he filled me nicely.

He had me moaning from the first thrust, and I only got louder as he picked up his pace. As he continued fucking me, he used one hand to hold me in place while he moved his other hand to my pussy and started to rub my clit. While he was focused on me, I turned my head to look at my boyfriend again. Elaine had turned around by then and Matt was sucking her tits while they fucked, or at least he was trying to. He seemed to be having a hard time reaching her tits with her still riding him.

Watching the other two humping each other was arousing, and the more I watched them, the harder I tried to meet Ralph stroke for stroke.

Ralph kept increasing the pace as he fucked me, and soon he was banging me hard, his balls slapping against my ass as he pumped into me. His finger was moving faster on my clit, and my climax built as we fucked. I felt my body tingling with pleasure, and then it seemed as if waves of excitement were washing over me. Ralph had made me come faster than anyone had in a while, but he didn’t stop fucking me yet. He didn’t even slow down.

He pounded away at me, bringing me to a second, equally explosive climax before he finally came himself, and he pulled out in time to shoot on my stomach. I love watching my partners come, and I loved that Ralph knew to do it without being told. It’s so much hotter when the guy doesn’t have to ask.

After he came, he moved to sit on the couch, and I collapsed on my back before turning to see what the other two were doing. I’d been so caught up in my own pleasure that I hadn’t been paying attention to them, and I saw that they’d finished by then, too, and were already curled up on the futon, half asleep.

Ralph and I rested for a few minutes, catching our breath, then took a shower together and fucked one more time before getting back to work cleaning up the house. By the time we’d finished, Matt and Elaine were awake. My boyfriend and I left then, but as soon as we got home, we celebrated our successful swap with a wild fuck before crawling into bed for some much needed sleep.

Ms. Rebecca R., Longview, Texas

While many of my friends went on fun vacations during winter break, I had to forgo that luxury. I needed to get a job in order to sustain myself through my last semester of college. I was having a tough time finding a position and was starting to despair when I spotted a flyer at the supermarket. A woman in the neighborhood was looking for a guy to do lawn work and some home repairs. I thought I was qualified, since I had experience doing various odd jobs, like house painting and carpentry, so I decided to go for it.

I called the number on the flyer and made an appointment to meet the lady of the house that afternoon, promptly showing up at the appointed hour. The woman who answered the door was really pretty, with her brown hair swept back and a hint of wine colored gloss coating her lips. She was older than me, so I assumed she was married. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. . . . ” I said, fishing for her last name as I shook her hand.

“Call me Kate and there is no mister,” she immediately replied, looking me up and down. It seemed like she was sizing me up for something other than what the flyer had advertised. I’ll admit that even though I was feeling a little uncertain, my cock twitched in my jeans. She might have been older but she was hot.

After that brief pause, Kate asked me about my experience and nodded approvingly. She then led me through her home, pointing out areas of disrepair. Her place was huge, the biggest house I’d ever been in, and though it was in pretty good shape, she showed me which rooms she wanted repainted and noted a few things that needed to be replaced or repaired, like broken doorknobs and cracked floor tiles.

We chatted for about an hour, though it was less like a formal interview and more like a casual conversation. Kate was at least fifteen years older than me, and I was impressed by her poise and natural beauty. She told me that she’d been married but had been divorced for two years. As she spoke, she pulled a clip out of her hair and shook out her tresses, making her look even more beautiful and carefree. I was incredibly attracted to her. Up until that point, I’d only had sex with one girl. It had been okay, but the experience wasn’t earth shattering. I couldn’t help myself from wondering what sex with Kate would be like. Her self assured nature and years of experience were like an aphrodisiac to me.

As she continued her tour, I tried to pretend I was paying attention to what she was saying, but mostly I was checking out Kate’s ass and daydreaming. She was wearing jeans, which I hadn’t expected because her house was so lavish, but the denim hugged her ass perfectly. Although her figure was trim, she still had a lush bottom. My mind was instantly flooded with images of me kneeling behind her, tonguing her curvy behind, which made my cock stiffen immediately. I had to get my hard on under control or I might get fired before I even started!

I took a few deep breaths and managed to quell my arousal somewhat, thinking of anything but what she’d look like naked. Kate asked me when I could start, and I told her immediately. She was pleased, telling me I was hired and asking me to join her for lunch. I gladly did, and realized that I enjoyed talking to her as much as I enjoyed looking at her.

I started the very next day, and I quickly found that her list of daily tasks were not enough to fill an entire eight hour workday. To pass the time, I started to explore her home, spending much of my free time in her library. Though one day I passed by her bedroom and the door was ajar. Kate was out getting a massage, and I knew she’d be gone for at least two hours. Unable to resist, I opened the door and wandered inside. Just standing in her bedroom made me horny, and I wondered when Kate had last had sex.

As I stood daydreaming near her bed, Kate’s housekeeper walked by and clucked her tongue. “You shouldn’t be in there. I’m going to tell Kate you were in her room,” Pamela said.

“I’m sorry,” I said, flustered at being caught where I shouldn’t be. “It won’t happen again.”

Pamela shook her head and walked off. I scurried out of the room, embarrassed and nervous about what my boss’s reaction would be.

When Kate returned, I steeled myself for the inevitable firing except that’s not what happened. Kate called me into her office and told me to shut the door. “Pamela told me she saw you in my room today.” I started to open my mouth, not to deny the charge, but to apologize. However, my sexy boss cut me off by raising her hand. She leaned forward and said in a low but urgent voice, “I want you to tell me what you were doing in my room without my permission.”

“I wanted to see what it looked like. I was curious about you ” Kate cut me off again with a gesture. I was sure I was blushing.

“Your behavior is inexcusable. While I’m not going to fire you I will have to punish you.”

My cock was rock hard in one second flat. The icy tone in her voice and the stern look in her eyes told me she meant business, and I can’t lie: I was totally turned on. Kate stood up and walked toward me, stopping right in front of me. I was trembling, overwhelmed with relief that I wasn’t getting fired, but nervous and aroused over what her punishment might entail.

“I have a feeling that you want to be punished. Most bad boys do.” She smiled at me, not wickedly, but almost sweetly. “Now, before we begin, I want you to tell me what you were thinking about while you were standing in my room.”

“I was thinking about what you might look like when you’re in bed. Whether you sleep naked or wear lingerie.” I looked at her, and she was staring intently at me, so I added, “And whether you use a vibrator or your fingers to get yourself off.”

“My, my, you’ve been doing a lot of thinking about me,” she said. “Did your cock get hard from thinking about those things?”

“Y yes, I did,” I answered.

“Well, then, we’re going to go into my bedroom right now, so you can show me how hard you get.”

Kate marched me into her room, and on the way, we passed Pamela, who’d ratted me out. I wondered if she’d ever been subjected to one of Kate’s punishments. Nobody said a word, but I felt Pamela’s eyes on me as we passed. Kate led me into her bedroom and shut the door, making a show of turning the lock.

“Take off your pants and stroke yourself. Show me what you’ve got,” she said, without missing a beat. My cock was painfully erect, but I found myself feeling shy as I wondered if my dick could possibly measure up to those that she’d already seen. For a second, I pictured Kate with a big cock in her mouth, and I had to bite back a groan.

I lowered my pants and took my dick in hand, looking at her for approval before I started stroking it. Normally I go very quickly, but I sensed that Kate would appreciate a slower show. It was very different from jerking off at home alone because I was all too aware that she was staring at me.

I lazily stroked my meat while Kate silently circled me, eventually stopping a few steps behind me. My hand stilled, and Kate slapped my ass hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” she hissed in my ear.

“I I’m sorry, Kate,” I said, resuming my stroking as she started spanking me. She was stronger than I gave her credit for, her delicate hand packing quite a punch. I gritted my teeth, trying not to come as she spanked my bare ass again and again. I was soon gasping and groaning, knowing that my inevitable release was fast approaching. My ass was burning, and my cock was ready to explode.

“I want you to come now but don’t you dare dirty my carpet.” Struggling to obey her and desperate for release, I cupped my free hand under my dick, jerking myself erratically while Kate spanked me harder and faster. I moaned and came in my palm, shuddering as I climaxed and her hand stilled.

“Now clean yourself up, and draw me a bath,” Kate ordered, as I stood there with my face no doubt as red as my ass. I immediately scurried off to do her bidding.

When I emerged from the bathroom to tell her that her bath was ready, she looked as beautiful and demanding as ever, clad in a silky robe and high heeled slippers.

“I hope you’ve learned that I have very high expectations for my employees, Eric. Tomorrow, I expect a handwritten note of apology from you.” She squeezed my chin as she stared into my eyes. “And remember I’ll be watching you.”

From that day forward, I strove to please Kate, but her punishments were often so exciting that I wasn’t always on my best behavior. She didn’t hesitate to take me over her knee at a moment’s notice.

Once all of the home repairs were complete, Kate started to have me serve her in the bedroom, drawing her nightly bath and eating her to climax before she’d retire for the evening with me curled up at the foot of her bed.

My winter break is soon drawing to a close, but I’m hoping that Kate will still need my services. I am happy to be her willing servant in the bedroom and out.

Mr. Eric L., Gainesville, Florida

My wife, Sophia, is a total clotheshorse. I don’t mind, because she has a beautiful body. I’m happy to support her shopping habit if it means I get to see her in sexy outfits. Whether she’s donning see through lingerie, tight short shorts, miniskirts or tops that accentuate her large breasts, I’m a fan.

Recently, however, one of her shopping adventures led us to explore something new: cross dressing. Sophia was sitting in front of her computer while wearing a matching pink and white bra and panty set as she shopped for new lingerie. She was so excited about a new nightie she was about to order that she called me over to look at it. It was a sexy little number in leopard print, with lace along the edges.

“Can you picture me in this?” she asked dreamily. I sure could, and my cock instantly hardened at the image my mind conjured.

I whispered in her ear, telling her exactly what I’d do to her while she was wearing it. My dirty words were followed up with kisses along her neck as I caressed her breasts and teased her nipples into taut peaks. In hindsight, I can tell that my little distraction is what caused her to order the wrong size. It was an error that we didn’t discover until two days later when her package arrived. There was my sweet Sophia, ripping open the envelope, eager to see her new nightie. Imagine her surprise when she realized she’s received an extra large, rather than a small.

My wife was only mildly disappointed. Exchanging it would be easy enough, she explained to me as she held the garment against her body and looked in the mirror. She scrunched her brow as she assessed the nightie, as if confirming that it was indeed too large for her. Then her facial expression changed, and I could tell that she’d gotten a wicked idea.

“Come here for a sec, honey,” she said in a singsong way that let me know my hunch was correct. “Obviously this is too big for me but . . . I think it would fit you.”

I stared at her, a little stunned. Me? Try on a women’s nightie? She held it up to me, raising herself up on her toes to reach my shoulders. I’m six feet tall nearly a foot taller than her.

“I think you’d look good in it,” she purred.

As much as her suggestion surprised me, I also realized that my cock was rapidly hardening and it stiffened even more when I snatched the silky garment from her hand.

Sophia nodded at me encouragingly, and I headed into the bathroom. I quickly stripped and slipped the silky nightie over my head. Sophia was right it did fit me. Well, it might’ve fit better if my hard cock weren’t tenting the front of it, but that couldn’t be helped. The sensual fabric caressed my skin, feeling so different from the cottons and polyesters that I was used to wearing. I liked the way my nipples showed through the lace cups, and I admired myself in the mirror for a few minutes before returning to Sophia, wondering what her reaction would be.

She eyed me up and down, and I felt myself blushing. It was clear that she was ogling me the way guys check out girls . . . and I liked it!

Sophia walked toward me, and her smile was that of a pure sex kitten. She placed her hand on my chest, her fingertips toying with the lace trim. “Hey, hot stuff,” she said in a deep, sensual voice.

“Hey,” I responding, not able to say or think too much. My achingly hard cock was a distraction, one that only grew as she slid her hand down my body to caress my erection through the silky material. Her handjobs are always wonderful, but this time was different. The way my body was responding to these new sensations and the gleam in her eyes told me that this wasn’t the last time I would be dressing in clothes meant for a woman.

Feeling the soft fabric caressing my shaft brought me to the edge of climax, and when she got on her knees, dipped her head beneath my nightie, and started sucking my dick, I was a goner. I came in giant spurts of hot cream, rubbing the fabric against my chest as Sophia gobbled up my load.

I loved the feeling of that negligee so much that Sophia ordered me some panties that were made of a similar fabric in a rainbow of sensual colors.

When my panties arrived, Sophia told me she was going to select which ones I should wear first. They weren’t just different colors, but different styles, too French cut briefs, lacy bikinis, and even a hot pink thong! I didn’t think the latter would work well on me, but I was game. Besides, the idea of wearing panties my wife had selected for me added a layer of hotness to the whole endeavor. “Let’s try these,” she said, holding up a pair of purple lace bikinis.

“Okay,” I said eagerly, then took my clothes off right there and stepped into the delicate panties. I slid them up my legs and adjusted my stiff cock, aware that my erection was threatening to crest above the waistband. The panties couldn’t really accommodate my hefty package, but I think that only made it a more sexy sight. The panties fit snugly, and I enjoyed the tight fit as much as I enjoyed the texture of the lace hugging my cock and balls.

I looked at Sophia and saw that she’d dipped her hand into her own panties. “You look so hot, baby.” She stepped closer and stroked my balls through the fabric with her free hand. “I want you to fuck me while you’re wearing those,” she said as she peeled down the waistband just enough for my cock to poke out.

“I’ll fuck you however you want me to,” I told her, and then she led me into the bedroom, got naked, and ordered me on top of her. With her hands fondling my lace covered butt cheeks, she guided my dick into her pussy. Knowing she was excited, plus the feeling of the panties against my skin, made me even more aroused. I plunged into her cunt, feeling her fingers clutching and releasing my ass as I thrust in and out of her.

“I’m not gonna last long, baby,” I warned her. I shut my eyes as I focused on her hot, tight pussy surrounding my pistoning cock, her hands gripping my bottom, and the silky panties bunched against my balls. Soon I was coming, pumping my seed into Sophia.

“Yeah, I want it,” she said, “all of it.” I gave her as much as I had in me, then I stayed nestled inside her as I kissed her. When I finally pulled out and took off the panties, they had some of Sophia’s juices on them, as well as my come.

“I think the thong should be next, and that you should wear it tonight when we go out to dinner,” she proclaimed.

As I thought about the top of the pink thong peeking out over my jeans, I got turned on. I put on the thong and discovered that the way it ran along the crack of my ass something I’d heard Sophia complain about when she wore this style actually felt good. It was stimulating in a different but just as arousing way.

“We need to get you more thongs,” she said matter of factly as she groped my behind. “That makes your ass look amazing.”

The two of us went out to dinner, and knowing that I was wearing panties the whole time turned both of us on. When we got home, we fucked like crazy.

Having me wear lingerie has definitely added some extra spice to our lovemaking. Who knows what Sophia will have me wear next?

Mr. Dave S., Minneapolis, Minnesota

When my best friend, Lindsey, confessed to me that she liked to dominate her husband, my first thought was: I want to do that! It’s not that my husband is in dire need of discipline Walter’s a good guy I merely thought it would be fun to take charge in that way. Walter and I had been married for eight years one more year than Lindsey and Jerry and while we had a few toys and occasionally watched naughty movies, we’d never tried any sort of BDSM. Somehow, though, I had a feeling he’d like it.

I told Lindsey that her story intrigued me and that I wanted to spank my husband, too. But I was also concerned because I didn’t know what I was doing. Lindsey’s face lit up, and she told me that she’d be happy to show me how it’s done. She invited us over so I could watch her top her hubby and assured me that we could simply watch if we wanted.

I didn’t want to bring Walter over to their place under false pretenses, so I brought up the subject one night shortly afterward. “Honey, what would you think about me spanking you?” I asked as we cuddled in bed.

“Spanking me? Like taking me over your knee?” He paused and looked at me. Nervousness and excitement crossed his features, confirming my suspicion that he’d find the idea intriguing.

“Yes, Lindsey told me she spanks her husband, and it sounds like they really enjoy it. He always comes super hard after she spanks him. And she’s invited us over so we can learn more about it.”

“Well, maybe,” he said. His voice still sounded skeptical, but when I reached for his cock, I found it was rock solid! Now I had no doubt: The idea of getting spanked interested my man, even if he was too macho to admit it. I ran my thumb along the tip of his dick, not speaking for a long moment and letting each of us ponder the kinky possibilities.

“We can always just watch them. Or maybe I’ll take a turn spanking Jerry. You wouldn’t mind, would you?” His dick definitely twitched when I said that! We’d promised that we would be faithful to each other when we got married, and in truth, I’d never wanted to fuck anyone else. I love Walter and am extremely attracted to him. But this was a different sort of situation, and I will admit that the idea of reddening Jerry’s ass excited me.

I continued jerking off my husband until I was too aroused to wait any longer. Thinking about spanking Walter and maybe even Jerry had gotten my pussy incredibly wet. I jumped him and rode his cock to an explosive orgasm. While I didn’t say any more that night about my dirty fantasy, I didn’t think I needed to because I knew I’d sold Walter on the idea.

I arranged with Lindsey for us to go to her place for drinks the following Saturday, which gave us all time to prepare. She told me that Jerry was very excited about the prospect of having an audience and even more excited by the possibility of having two women spank him! “And I like the idea of getting to play a teacher,” she told me. “I think I’ll even dress the part.”

True to her word, Lindsey did dress up in sexy schoolteacher attire. She wore her long brown hair pulled back in a neat bun, changed from her usual cat’s eye glasses to more serious looking wire rims, and topped off her look with a white blouse and a navy pencil skirt. I decided not to dress up. I wasn’t really interested in role playing so much as experiencing the thrill of striking a man’s bare bottom.

We all sat in the living room, and Lindsey offered us drinks. We chatted for a while, getting more comfortable, until Lindsey was ready for the festivities to progress. “Now . . . we could do the demonstration in here, or we could move to the bedroom. Where would you feel more comfortable?”

“Where do you usually spank Jerry?” I asked. The minute the words were out of my mouth, I felt the sexual tension in the air increase. We all knew that’s why we were there, but saying it made it more real. Lindsey and Jerry shared a look, and then she turned back to me. “Well, I spank him wherever I want, but the most intense spankings happen in the bedroom. We can ease into how to deliver those kinds, of course.”

“Let’s go in the bedroom, then,” I said, reaching for Walter’s hand. He squeezed mine, and I squeezed back. I had a feeling he was a little uncertain, but that his curiosity and horniness would win out. We walked up the stairs and soon were in their bedroom. “Why don’t you strip for us, honey?” Lindsey asked, her voice as sweet as pie.

Immediately obeying, Jerry stripped. I barely got a glimpse of his erect cock before he was facedown on the bed. “Now, Walter, you sit there,” Lindsey said pointing to chair near the bed. “And I will show your wife exactly how this works.” I knew Walter wasn’t going to argue with Lindsey, and I felt a thrill as she took my hand and led me over to Jerry’s side. “Now, with men, you often have more surface area to work with, which is a good thing. You want to aim for his butt cheeks, but you can go a little lower to the upper thigh area, if you’re feeling meaner. Just raise your hand and give him a slap. Start with light taps, and then build up to more powerful blows. Like this,” she said, slapping each side of Jerry’s ass lightly, before delivering a sharp sounding smack that had to have stung her palm.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, stepping back. It was strange to be staring at my neighbor’s bared bottom, but it was thrilling, too. I got comfortable on the bed, but then just looked at Jerry’s ass for a few seconds, fully aware of Lindsey and Walter watching me.

“You can touch him a little, too. It’s not just about the spanking. It’s about the buildup, the anticipation, the teasing,” Lindsey instructed, encouraging me.

I ran my hand up the back of one of Jerry’s thighs, then down the other. He squirmed delightedly at my touch. Then, while resting one hand gently on the small of his back, I used the other to deliver the first blow. I raised my hand and brought it down on Jerry’s right asscheek. Then I quickly followed it up with a twin blow to the left. He moaned, which made me smile. I did it again, a bit harder this time, finding my breathing coming faster. I chanced a quick peek at my husband, who was watching me intently. He didn’t seem jealous, only intrigued.

I gave Jerry a few more whacks, noting the pink color that had started to tinge his cheeks, before I stopped because my hand was starting to sting.

“That was great you’re a natural,” Lindsey said happily. “Don’t you think, Walter?” she asked with a wink. He was blushing, but he managed a small smile. I moved closer to him, and he pulled me onto his lap so I could feel his hard on.

“I bet you just discovered that you can get worn out from delivering hand spankings well before the person being spanked gets his fill. Well, there’s a solution to that: toys!” Lindsey pulled out a box from under the bed and unearthing several paddles. “There are all kinds of paddles and other implements that deliver a sting and won’t hurt your hand. You can also use household items like a hairbrush, a ruler or a wooden spoon. I’ll show you.”

Lindsey proceeded to use four different toys on Jerry’s ass, each one producing different sounds and sensations. She had Jerry tell us what each one felt like, and which he liked better than others. When she was done showing us the implements, Lindsey offered me a chance to try Jerry’s favorite a black leather paddle. It felt good in my hand, not too heavy, but sturdy and solid. I gave him a few whacks with it, and he moaned appreciatively.

“Now, Walter, are you ready for your turn?” she asked him.

“I think I’d rather try it out at home,” my husband said, appearing shy. I nodded my head approvingly and promised him that we would.

After that, we didn’t stay much longer. We went home, and I bent Walter over, pulling down his boxers, and delivering several strong blows all in a row. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to get a paddle and really spank you?” The words flowed from my mouth easily. Soon Walter’s bottom was fairly red and warm, and my pussy was totally wet. “If you fuck me good and hard right now, maybe I’ll buy a paddle tomorrow.”

And then I gave up being “in charge” and lay down on my back so Walter could climb on top of me and give me a good, strong pounding with his cock. He has a big one, and I love being beneath him, feeling his weight on me while his dick invades my tight cunt. He drilled into me exactly how I like it, and soon he was coming inside me, which prompted my own orgasm.

“Well, I guess we owe Lindsey a thank you,” I said afterward. “Maybe we should invite her and Jerry over for a demonstration, once I get used to spanking you. Would that be all right?”

“That would be more than all right,” Walter said softly, placing my hand on his warm ass as we settled in to sleep for the night.

Ms. Meredith S., Kansas City, Missouri

I am one of those people who gets antsy when I’m indoors for too long. Even when the weather is cold, I’ll take a walk or go to a caf anything to escape the feeling of being cooped up. But last winter, the city was hit with a storm that was so bad even I didn’t want to be outside. The snow was nearly two feet deep, and the streets were impassable. I was, in effect, trapped.

To try to stave off boredom, I worked out and made myself a smoothie, but no sooner than I was done, I was looking outside longingly.

I’d just started to pace around my living room when I heard a knock on my door. It was my new next door neighbor, Jason. “Hey, man, I’m going up to Tracy’s place for her blizzard bash. Are you coming?”

Tracy was a gorgeous blonde with big boobs a real hottie. She lived on the top floor of our building. “Blizzard bash?”

“Ah, haven’t checked your e mail today, have you?” he said jokingly. “She invited everyone in the building. You should come. I think she has the hots for you.”

I cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you up there in a few.”

Jason left, and I quickly made myself look presentable. Then I scoured my apartment for something to bring I didn’t want to be rude and settled on a bottle of scotch I’d been saving for a special occasion. Not wasting another minute, I headed upstairs.

“Hey,” I said. “Thanks for inviting me to join the party. I was getting stir crazy!”

“You two are the only ones who decided to show. But that’s okay. It means more snacks for us!” she said with a laugh, presenting me with a tray of mini quiches. There was already other food laid out, including tiny hot dogs and chips and salsa.

“Do you always have this much food handy?” I asked, snagging a quiche.

“I like to be prepared,” she replied, and I swore there was a flirtatious lilt to her voice.

“Wanna watch a movie? I have lots,” she said, gesturing toward a deluxe entertainment center. I walked over and perused the shelves, noticing that she had a large selection of adult films. “I see you’re a Jesse Jane fan,” I quipped, not hiding my amusement.

“When I’m between boyfriends, like now, I watch a lot of porn. Well, I usually watch it when I have a boyfriend, too,” she said, her voice as casual as when she’d offered me a snack. I immediately pictured this sexy vixen rubbing her clit and sliding a vibrator between her legs while she watched porn. I got an instant boner.

I glanced over at Jason and saw that he had a curious expression on his face. But Tracy seemed unfazed. She walked over to me. “So, what do you want to watch?” She was so sunny and cheerful, her skin free of makeup, her blue eyes bright. For a moment I assumed she didn’t sense any underlying sexual tension. But when she picked out one of the Jesse Jane DVDs, I knew she had an ulterior motive. “We could watch this. I bet it would keep us warm.”

The room did indeed get a lot warmer the moment those words left her lips. She didn’t wait for either of us to respond, which was a good thing, because I don’t think I could’ve said anything. Soon, I was nestled on one side of Tracy while Jason sat on the other, and Jesse Jane fucked various people onscreen. I’d never even watched porn with a girl, but Tracy acted like this was totally normal. When I felt her hand on my leg, I immediately looked over and saw that she had her other hand on one of Jason’s. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked us both.

“No,” each of us said immediately. A hot chick was putting the moves on us. Why would we complain?

“These movies always get me so horny, and since it’s just the three of us, maybe we could . . . ” She let her words trail off, but her hand rose, until she was cupping my hardening cock. It was now unmistakable: Tracy wanted to have a threesome. For a moment, I hesitated. I wasn’t bi, and I didn’t want to fuck Jason. But, wait sharing Tracy? That I could handle.

Before I could say a word, Jason had lunged for Tracy and lifted her up onto his lap. She ground against him, the movie forgotten. She smiled at me, clearly wanting me to watch, and I did, moving closer and closer. “You’re both so sexy. I couldn’t pick only one of you,” Tracy said, and then batted her lashes at me. I kissed her while Jason’s hands shifted to her tits. Sharing Tracy wasn’t as much of a challenge as I’d thought it would be. Somehow the three of us formed a rhythm as we took turns kissing and caressing her body.

She eventually broke away from Jason and breathlessly suggested, “Let’s go to my bedroom and get more comfortable.”

We were there in seconds, and she took off her clothes right away. She had a body to die for. Her breasts were indeed big and they looked even bigger because her waist was so tiny. Her hair spilled down in golden waves, and I grabbed it and tugged back her head, giving her an aggressive kiss. While I did this, Jason slid his fingers between her legs. The two of us working in tandem to get Tracy off was really hot.

“I want both of you inside me,” she said, as if reading my mind.

“I want your ass,” I said before Jason could claim it.

“Then you get my pussy,” she said to him, before kissing him passionately. I was getting the feeling Tracy had done this before, because she merrily marched over to her bedside table, opened a drawer, and took out a bottle of lube, which she handed to me. Then she pulled Jason onto the bed and fitted herself on top of him. When Tracy sank her pussy down onto his dick, she tossed her long hair over her shoulder and smiled back at me. “You coming?” she asked, then winked.

I climbed onto the bed, got in position behind her, and poured some lube onto my dick and onto her asshole. Soon I was slipping slowly inside her, and her ass felt tighter than I’d expected. Tracy encouraged me to shove my full length deep inside her. Soon we were seamlessly moving together, each of us thrusting our cocks in and out of her holes and making her shiver with ecstasy.

Tracy was vocal, but not theatrical she just let us know what she liked. She was sandwiched tightly between us, and from the way she moaned and squealed, I could tell she was about to come. Jason groaned and bucked upward, just as Tracy’s asshole clamped around my cock. That was my cue to unleash my seed, and she thrust her ass back at me while I shot off inside her. When I pulled out a second later, I saw my semen oozing out of her back hole.

Outside, the snow was still going strong. “I guess we’ll just have to stay indoors and wait it out,” Tracy said. “You guys don’t mind, do you?”

You won’t be surprised to learn that neither of us minded one bit. That day has made me rethink my stance on spending the day indoors. When you’re with the right people, it’s the best place to be.

Mr. Andrew V., New York, New York