My desire to see Russell with another woman blossomed one evening, courtesy of him stopping for a beer. I’d agreed to meet him and his friends at a bar after work, and by the time I arrived, they were already drunk and a little silly. I could hear his pal Ben talking about a woman in a tight red dress who was standing at the bar. I’m not even into girls, but I noticed her fantastic ass. “I’d totally do her,” Ben said. “What about you, Russell?”

There was a pause, and I wondered what he’d say. I hung back and didn’t announce my arrival, so I could listen to my guy’s response. “Yeah, I would if I were single.” The guys teased him about being pussy whipped, and I smiled because what I was going to suggest to him once we were alone was going to blow his mind. As the guys were talking about the curvy lady at the bar, I’d gotten a vision in my head of Russell fucking her, pounding her with his thick cock. I’d never before wanted to see something like that, but all of a sudden I did big time!

I was so lost in my fantasy that at first I didn’t realize the guys had noticed me. Russell blushed a little, like he’d been caught doing something inappropriate. He walked over to me and kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear, “Whatever you heard, it was just guys being guys. Okay, baby?”

I smiled, murmuring something innocuous, and then joined them for a beer. As I sat next to Russell, I slipped my hand into his lap, pleased to find that his cock was hard. I wasn’t sure why the idea of him getting an erection because of another woman turned me on, but it did. It took all of my composure to stop myself from continuing to play with his hard on. I wanted to keep stroking him while I dreamed about him being with that pretty lady, but I managed to quell my lust for the moment.

When we got home, he was still horny and so was I but before I’d let him have me, I said, “Wait a minute. Let’s go back to that conversation you and the guys were having when I first showed up at the bar.”

“What conversation?” he asked, reaching for my tits.

“About that girl the one in the red dress, with the killer ass. The one who made your cock hard,” I said. “I know you felt guilty about saying you’d do her, but what if I said I wanted you to? What if I told you that the idea of watching you fuck her made my pussy very, very wet?”

I stopped talking to let that thought sink in for a moment as I surveyed my sexy husband. He looks even cuter when he’s confused.

“You . . . want me to be with another woman?”

“Well, not all the time, but when I overheard you talking about that woman, I started to picture the two of you going at it. My mind just went wild my pussy, too. Come on, haven’t you ever pictured me with another guy?” From his telltale blush, I knew I’d hit on a hidden fantasy of his, but I’d deal with that one another time. Right now I wanted him to be sure I was serious about seeing him with another chick. “I started to really visualize you with that girl, and it turned me on. I don’t want a threesome but I’d want to be there to watch. I’d want to see your cock enter her, hear the two of you panting and moaning.”

“Wow, honey, I had no idea you felt that way,” he said as he cupped my breast with one hand and my pussy with another. “In that case, I’d be a fool not to fulfill your fantasy, wouldn’t I? Do you want me to find out who that woman was or will any girl do?” His fingers felt so good against my slit, especially when he slid aside my panties and slipped two fingers inside me.

“Well, not any woman. I’d want someone who I thought was sexy, too.”

We fucked intensely that night, and I came twice as I imagined us picking up a woman for my husband to screw. I knew this wasn’t something most wives would allow, but that didn’t matter to me. I knew that it turned both of us on, so I wanted us to do it.

We decided to test our luck the next night because both of us were so horny we couldn’t wait. We went to a different bar, one that was hosting a ladies’ night, so we’d have our pick of beautiful women. Russell arrived half an hour before I did to scope out the scene we didn’t want to walk in together and get pegged as a couple. By the time I arrived, the place was packed with all kinds of women. I smiled as I looked around, knowing there’d be multiple options for fulfilling our dream.

But Russell was already talking to a knockout when I arrived. She was much shorter than him (he’s six feet tall, while I’m three inches shorter) and looked fresh out of college, while we’re both in our mid thirties. She was blonde and cute in a fresh faced sort of way, wearing tight jeans and a black tank top. I saw a bra strap peeking out, but that bra didn’t hide her pebbled nipples. She was the one my pussy tightened with desire and I smiled broadly.

My husband casually turned around, caught me grinning, and then winked at me quickly before returning his attention to the girl. She leaned toward him as she spoke, and I could practically feel her lust for him from across the room. Getting to see Russell seduce another woman was like porn for me.

I saw her take a quick glance at me, and then move closer to him. To anyone else in the bar, those two were the couple, I the interloper, and that was fine with me. I stealthily sipped my drink and tried not to seem too giddy or too annoyed when a guy tried to hit on me. I couldn’t really say, “Leave me alone, I’m watching my husband hook up with someone.” I just smiled politely and rebuffed my suitor’s advances.

I wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and touch myself when I spotted the happy couple making out, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of the action.

Pretty soon, their drinks were done, and they were heading out. I followed, but not too closely so as not to look suspicious. When we got outside, Russell waved me over, and I was formally introduced to Kirsten. She was bubbly and giggly and clinging to Russell, and we didn’t make much small talk before heading back to our place. We’d deliberately chosen a bar nearby so there wouldn’t be a long trip home, but I was so turned on that I was practically coming in my panties by the time we arrived at our place.

Kirsten suddenly turned to me and said, “Are you sure this is okay?” Her tone implied that if Russell were hers, she wouldn’t share him, but I smiled at her, then said, “Honey, it’s more than okay. This was actually my idea!”

I knew that would throw her. At her age, I’d have been confused, too, but what she thought of the situation didn’t matter. As long as she fucked Russell, I’d be happy.

Once she had my explicit permission, Kirsten became a wild animal. She practically tore Russell’s clothes off. I’d expected him to be the aggressor, but watching him get mauled by this petite girl and enjoying every moment of it had me reaching into my panties and stroking my puffy clit.

I was curious to see what kind of sex they’d have, and I soon got my answer as Kirsten got on her knees. She managed to wriggle out of her top and bra so that her bare tits hung, large and beautiful, as she started to suck Russell’s cock. I moved around so I could watch her swallow him. At one point, he reached out to touch me. I let him stroke my hair, but I didn’t want to touch him just then. I wanted to be a true voyeur.

And I was. I masturbated as I watched her swallow him down to the root, something I have trouble doing because Russell’s cock is so big, and then finally she murmured, “Fuck me. I want your cock inside me while Jane watches.”

So apparently Kirsten and I were perfect complements: She was an exhibitionist! She stripped right there in my living room, and then he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs. I followed them close behind, watching as he tossed her onto the bed and ordered her to put her hands over her head. “Jane, give me your panties,” he commanded. I gave them to him, and he used them to lightly bind her wrists over her head. Kirsten could’ve escaped, but she didn’t want to.

Soon she was moaning ecstatically as he rubbed his dick against her cunt, and then slipped it inside her. I was coming by then, half watching, half lost in my own sensual world. Their cries of pleasure got louder and louder, until Russell pulled out and sprayed his seed all over Kirsten’s stomach. He followed that up by shoving his fingers into her hole, finger fucking her until she came.

Kirsten announced her release with a shout of pleasure, and I came again shortly after that. Then I climbed onto the bed and finally touched Kirsten’s warm, sticky body for myself.

Our new friend didn’t stay the night, but afterward, Russell let me get on top and ride him for an hour! We agreed that adding a bit of voyeurism to our sex life was something we should do more often.

Ms. Jane V., Indianapolis, Indiana

Mistress Julia doesn’t take any shit. Even when we’re on vacation, she’s still a hard ass, and she won’t let anything slide. I knew that when I married her, but she definitely proved it when we went to Hawaii a few weeks ago to escape the ice and snow.

I’d paid for the trip out of my personal account, making sure we flew first class and that we stayed in a five star hotel. I even packed my wife’s bags so she wouldn’t have to lift a finger until the trip was over. I knew Julia had been working hard, and with all the snow we’d had, I’d been spending as much time shoveling and cleaning the car as I had in the office. We were both in need of a few days lounging on the beach.

We spent the first night getting ourselves checked in and situated in our room, but the next morning I sent Julia for a day at the spa. It seemed like the perfect thing to help her relax, and I was going to do the same by heading to the pool to swim a few laps and enjoy the beautiful weather.

It was an incredibly relaxing day, and I didn’t go back to the room until I knew Julia’s spa appointment was over and it was time to get ready for dinner. We were ready to go by eight o’clock, and as we rode down in the elevator, Julia asked me where I’d made reservations. I hadn’t even thought to make reservations, and when I told my wife, she wasn’t happy. She didn’t make a fuss about it, but after five years together, I knew from the look on her face that she was pissed. Things got worse when we tried to get in to the restaurant she’d initially suggested and we were turned away. My wife’s second choice was only a half mile away, and the food was delicious as good as anything served at our original destination, according to the guidebook yet my wife still seemed irritated with me.

Not a word was said about my flub during dinner, but as soon as we were back in the room, my wife was gone and my mistress had taken her place. I knew I was in for a long night maybe even a long week now that Mistress Julia was in charge.

“No reservations?” Julia hollered. “You couldn’t be bothered to make one simple phone call to ensure we’d have a nice dinner? Was it so difficult? Or are you really that useless?”

I knew she wasn’t really that mad. We’d had a great dinner at a nice restaurant, after all. But when my mistress has an opportunity to punish me, she always takes it. It’s part of why I love her so much.

I stuttered an apology, trying to explain myself, but even as I struggled to come up with the right words, I knew nothing I said would get me back in my mistress’s good graces. The only thing that would make her forgive me would be allowing her to punish me and behaving as she wanted as she did it. Still, I had to try to apologize or I’d be in even more trouble.

Mistress Julia let me finish what I was trying to say and then immediately began instructing me on what I needed to do to make up for my grave error. She started by ordering me to undress, and she stood over me as I stripped out of my clothes, making sure I folded them and stacked everything neatly on top of the dresser. As soon as I was naked, she had me get on my knees and bend over with my ass in the air. Then she went to the closet and took out her small suitcase. I knew what was inside, and I got excited.

She opened the suitcase and sifted through the whips, paddles and floggers she’d packed. I knew which one I wanted her to use, and I was curious to see if she would choose the same one. As she sorted through them, she picked up a few and held them for a moment, as if trying to decide which would do the best job. It took her a couple minutes, but she eventually picked something. She didn’t show it to me right away. Actually, she didn’t show it to me at all. She told me to close my eyes and waited until my head was bowed and my eyes were shut before she lifted it up and moved toward me.

I heard my mistress’s footsteps as she crossed the carpet, and I felt her presence when she moved behind me and got in position to administer my punishment. I lifted my ass higher in the air and waited for her to deliver the first lash. She didn’t do it right away. She drew out the anticipation and made me wait another minute. It felt like the longest minute of my life.

When she finally swung, I wasn’t expecting it, and the thud of the leather against my ass made me jump. I could tell from the first blow that she’d chosen my favorite flogger, a soft suede cat o’ nine tails, and it felt so good! I shuddered as a wave of pleasure swept over me, then bent forward even more and waited for Mistress Julia to flog me again.

My mistress’s next swing was a little faster and harder than the first, and when it struck, the sensation was sharp and intense and delicious. I barely had time to savor the feelings, though, before Julia had pulled the flogger back and struck me again. She was hitting me rhythmically, and each lash felt better than the last. I knew I’d been bad and needed to be disciplined, but my “punishment” felt a lot more like a reward. I knew I wasn’t going to get a real reward unless I behaved, though, so I tried to push all the arousing thoughts out of my head, hoping my mistress wouldn’t notice my hard dick.

Mistress Julia struck my ass more than two dozen times, sometimes hard, sometimes light, and then she stopped and tossed the flogger on the floor next to me. I knew my punishment wasn’t going to be that simple, though, and I waited patiently for my mistress to tell me what was next.

As I knelt with my head down, I heard my mistress’s clothing rustle, and then she told me to straighten up. I obeyed, raising my head but still kneeling at Julia’s feet, and looked at her expectantly. She said that if I wanted to make things up to her, I would have to fuck her to climax without coming myself. And I would have to do it in less than five minutes. My mistress doesn’t come quickly, so I really had my work cut out for me.

Once my mistress was comfortable in bed, she allowed me to climb on top of her and start fucking. My dick was as hard as steel, and I slid easily into her juicy cunt. She was tight and wet, but even though flogging me had turned her on, I knew getting her off wouldn’t be that simple.

I started thrusting in and out of Mistress Julia’s pussy, fucking her as hard as I could, which is her favorite way to do it. She was reacting well, moaning softly and clenching her muscles around my dick, but it felt like I was going to come before she did and that wasn’t allowed. I had to find another way to make her climax or I’d be in even more trouble.

Usually my mistress doesn’t allow me to use my fingers to get her off, but I took a chance, sliding a hand between our bodies and reaching for her clit. She didn’t say anything or push my arm away, so I kept going until my fingers were resting on her hot button. I waited another second to see if she would react, but when she remained silent, I started to rub her clit. My fingers stroked and caressed the hard little nub, and then I added some pressure to my touch. I started to rub her clit harder while I fucked her faster, and when her legs moved to wrap around my waist, I knew I was on the right track.

I set a fast and furious pace, and I kept it up until I felt Julia’s pussy start to spasm. She was about to climax. I hadn’t been watching the clock like I knew she had, but I still knew I’d done as she’d asked, bringing her to orgasm in less than five minutes. If I had to guess, I’d say it was three minutes, at most.

Julia cried out quietly as she came, her cunt squeezing my dick the whole time. I’m not sure how I kept from climaxing myself, but somehow I held it together. When she was done, she pushed me aside, and I rolled onto the mattress next to her, my still hard dick sliding out of her pussy. As my back hit the soft comforter, my mistress reached over and grabbed my cock in her hand. She jerked my dick until I exploded, and she didn’t even get upset when some of my come ended up on her fingers. That meant I’d done an exceptional job of fulfilling her wishes. Then she got up to shower. When she returned, my mistress was gone and my wife was back.

The following afternoon, I made dinner reservations for every night that remained. I didn’t want to risk upsetting my mistress a second time. Not by making the same mistake, anyway. I had other ideas for how I could get Mistress Julia to come back out and play . . .

Mr. Jason L., Denver, Colorado

When I saw Valentine’s Day marked on my calendar last week, I knew I had to come up with something special for my girlfriend. It was our third Valentine’s Day together, and I couldn’t take her out for another fancy dinner. That wouldn’t be good enough. I needed to think of something completely original or the date would be a failure.

I was reading the newspaper on Sunday morning when I flipped to the sale circulars. One for the local grocery store was on top of the stack, and there were all kinds of red and pink desserts and candies covering the front page. I looked at it for a moment, but I’d already decided to avoid the usual routine. Still, I’d need to go grocery shopping soon, so I flipped through the rest of the flier. I was on the last page when I found something that caught my eye.

On the final page was an ad for plastic wrap specifically, red plastic wrap. It was shown covering a plate of heart shaped sugar cookies, but I had other ideas. Christine loves when I tie her up or handcuff her, and she owns several pieces of latex clothing and appreciates their constrictive nature. She likes anything that restrains her, really, and I had a feeling she’d like being wrapped up in plastic, too.

When Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was all set. I took Christine for drinks and a light dinner, and then I took her home. I had the bedroom set up already, with rose petals on the bed, candles lighting the room and several rolls of cling wrap in the nightstand. Christine didn’t know about the plastic wrap. I was going to surprise her with it. First, though, I had to get her out of her clothes. Not that that was going to be very hard.

Christine didn’t need my help undressing, and before I could even reach for the zipper on the back of her dress, the red silk was pooling on the floor at her feet. Underneath the dress, she was wearing only a demi cup bra, a garter belt and sheer black stockings. It seemed all the work of undressing her was done. Now the fun could really start.

I asked Christine to stay where she was, then went to the nightstand and pulled out a roll of cling wrap. I showed her the box, then pulled out the plastic far enough to show my girlfriend the transparent red sheet. The sight of it instantly sparked her interest, and I saw her eyes light up as she took it in. I pulled more of the plastic out of the box and walked closer to her. I held it up to her body and silently asked her if it was okay. She nodded her consent, so I pulled the sheet out farther and then started wrapping it around her torso.

The see through red plastic looked almost blood red against her dark skin, and I continued wrapping it around her until I had her stomach covered in several layers of the cling wrap. When I ripped the sheet off, I pressed the edge against her already wrapped stomach and stepped back to take a look at my handiwork. As I took in the sight of Christine wrapped up tight in plastic, I felt my cock jump in my pants. I’d guessed that this experience would be a turn on for my girlfriend, but I hadn’t expected to be so aroused by it myself. And I was really aroused!

I put down the box and unhooked Christine’s stockings from the garter belt. I still wanted to fuck her, so I couldn’t bind her too tightly, but I thought wrapping each of her legs individually would still work. As soon as I had her stockings off, I picked up the roll of cling wrap again and started pulling out another length of plastic. I started at her right thigh and wrapped down to her ankle, and as the plastic slowly encased her leg, she sighed contentedly.

When I moved to the left leg, I took a second to feel her pussy, and she was dripping wet. After wrapping her thigh, I paused to finger her cunt for a moment. My fingers slid easily into her wet snatch, and as I stroked her inner walls, she moaned quietly. I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her more rapidly, making her squirm. As her body twisted and writhed, her juices started to flow, and they rushed out of her and started dripping down out of her. Her juices clung to the plastic that covered her thighs, making it glisten, and I felt my hard dick start to throb with desire.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and hurried through the rest of the wrapping, encasing the lower half of her left leg before moving up to take off her bra and cover her chest in plastic. The cling wrap pressed her breasts against her body, and the red coloring made her nipples stand out even more against her tanned skin.

Seeing her all wrapped up in red plastic was even more sexy than I’d anticipated, and I quickly threw the box of cling wrap aside so I could get out of my clothes. I was so excited that I fumbled with my belt, but it didn’t hold me up more than a few seconds, and I was stepping out of my boxers in no time.

I helped Christine into bed, the plastic squeaking and stretching as she climbed onto the mattress, and when she lay back, her legs and chest encased in cling wrap, she looked absolutely fantastic. She was barely settled when I practically jumped her. I hurried to get on top of her, and as soon as I was, I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and slid my cock into her slit.

As I started to thrust into her, the cling wrap that hugged her body rubbed against me, and the sensations it created only made me thrust harder. I leaned into Christine, her legs bending toward her chest and causing the plastic to tear in the process. After her moans, it was the sexiest sound I could imagine, and I started to fuck her harder still.

When Christine started to moan louder, letting me know that she was getting close to her climax, I did everything I could to get her there even faster. I played with her nipples through the layers of plastic, then ripped through the red cling wrap so I could tweak and flick them directly. That definitely got her going, and soon she was really crying out her pleasure as her plastic covered body bucked furiously against mine.

Christine wasn’t the only one on the verge of a climax. The longer I fucked her, the closer I got, and soon I felt my dick start to throb wildly. I thrust into her as hard as I could, my fingers gripping the edges of the plastic that encased her chest, and when I came, I ripped the wrap almost to her belly button.

My girlfriend came only seconds after I did, while I was still pumping my load into her, and her pussy pulsed and clenched around my dick, milking it of every last drop. As soon as we were both finished, I pulled out and rolled to the side, dribbling some come onto her thighs and letting her legs fall flat on the bed. I offered to rip the plastic off her after that, figuring she’d want to get out of the come stained cling wrap, but she told me not to, that she wanted to keep it on. “It feels so good,” she mumbled lazily, obviously spent from our quick fuck.

As we lay in bed, Christine cuddled up against me, laying her head on my chest and throwing a leg across mine. The red plastic stuck to my sweat slick body and made me even hotter, but I didn’t push her away. She was right it felt good. So good that I started to get aroused again, my limp dick starting to stiffen sooner than I’d thought it would. I had a feeling we were going to end up using an entire roll of cling wrap before the night was over!

Mr. Eddie A., Jackson, Tennessee

When I travel for work, I like to live it up on my company’s dime. At home, I’m rather frugal, but I consider these trips, which I take about four times a year, mini vacations. Sometimes I pretend I’m someone else during my off hours, someone with a cooler name and more glamorous job. Other times, I just indulge in being single and free in a town where nobody knows me, and that’s how I’ve had some extremely hot sex. As I’ve gotten older I turned forty this year I’ve discovered that younger men are a treasure trove of sexy fun and don’t come with any baggage.

Recently, I was in New York City and decided to have dinner at a famous steakhouse. I could’ve invited friends, but I’d spent the morning in meetings and was looking forward to some time on my own. Besides, I wanted to see if any men would hit on a woman enjoying a steak by herself.

That evening, I wore a white blouse that set off my tanned skin, a tight black skirt with a zipper all the way up the front, and very tall heels. My outfit was elegant, but also sexy, and showed off the figure I work hard to maintain. I let my waist length brown hair tumble down, whereas I usually keep it pinned up for business meetings. I added a glittering red necklace and matching lipstick, then took a cab to the restaurant. First I requested a dirty martini, followed by shrimp cocktail and a steak. I was hungry, but I was even more excited to be in a new city all by myself, ready for action.

I got it soon enough in the form of a delectable waiter. He was young, with a beard that looked almost out of place on someone who couldn’t be older than twenty five. I made sure I ate each olive from my drink as thoroughly and seductively as possible while he was in the vicinity, and chatted with him about his life whenever he stopped by my table. “I’m here on business,” I said. From the way he loitered to hear more, I sensed that he was interested in me, but he seemed to be a bit shy.

I sipped the rest of my drink and made eye contact with a few guys seated around the bar. A couple of them were definitely checking me out. One guy even sent over another drink, giving me a chance to chat further with Oliver, my hot waiter. The more he stopped by my table, the more I wanted him.

When my food came, I smiled at Oliver, making sure I said his name as I thanked him. “I’m very hungry, so thank you for bringing this so quickly. If only you could stay and eat with me I’d pay extra for that,” I said. He blushed, but he met my gaze and held it. “What time do you get off?” I asked.

“Midnight,” he said quietly before heading back into the kitchen. I cut into my steak, working out how long that meant I’d have to wait before getting to undress this beautiful specimen of manhood. I savored every bite of my dinner as I considered the possibility of getting laid. The more I ate and drank and basked in the attention of the restaurant’s male patrons, the hornier I became. Yet I had to admit that the man in the place who I most wanted was Oliver. A young man who’s on the cusp of coming into his own sexual power is a very special treat.

After my meal, I stopped by the ladies’ room. I smiled at myself in the mirror, adding an extra coat of red lipstick and a layer of gloss, and then unbuttoned another button on my silk blouse. The tops of my breasts peeked out and a little bit of the white lace of my bra was now also visible. I knew I looked good and I hoped Oliver would agree.

I returned to my table and decided to get a coffee and make my move on Oliver. Apparently, he was trying to impress me, too, because along with my coffee he brought me some chocolate mousse. “On the house,” he pronounced, and then paused, like he wanted to say something else. I nodded for him to continue. “I have a break now, if you want me to sit . . . ”

“I’d like that,” I said. “I guess you can’t share this with me?”

“No, that would get me in trouble. But I’m happy to watch you more than happy.” I raised my eyebrows and ate the rich, creamy dessert while thinking about what his body looked like beneath his crisp white shirt and black bowtie.

“That’s okay with me,” I said after my first spoonful of mousse, “as long as I get to see you later at my hotel.” Now that my meal was almost over, there was no point beating around the bush. “I’m only in town for tonight, and I’m looking for an evening of hot fun with the sexiest waiter who’s served me in a very long time.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Oliver said, suddenly sounding more bold.

I wrote down my hotel’s name and address and my room number, and then discreetly slipped the paper to him. “Meet me there after your shift,” I told him. “Keep your uniform on.”

I finished every bite of my dessert, left a generous tip, and then went back to the hotel. I enjoyed a hot bubble bath and then wrapped myself in a black silk robe and reclined on the bed to wait for my young lover. Though I knew he’d be there in only an hour, I was too horny to wait! I took out my favorite dildo and started fucking myself, hoping that Oliver’s cock would be at least as big what can I say? I’m a size queen!

I was on my third orgasm when I heard the knock at the door. I tossed the toy aside, and then, wearing only my robe, I opened the door. Oliver looked even hotter than he had a few hours earlier. “You made it!” I smiled. “Want anything from room service?”

“No, just you,” he said, and then pulled me close for a kiss. I liked his aggressiveness. His hand moved inside my robe and was soon massaging my nipple to a perfect peak. We didn’t talk much more after that he wanted to suck on my nipples, and I was more than happy to oblige. I tugged on his hair and watched my uniformed boy toy suck happily on my nubs. He didn’t ask if he could eat my pussy, but simply sank to his knees on the carpet, going to town. I was still wet and juicy from playing with my toy, and he moaned with delight as he tongued my slit.

He stayed down there for over an hour, and I lost track of how many times I came. “I want your cock, Oliver. I’ve been thinking about it all evening.”

“It’s all yours, ma’am,” he said, and reached for his zipper. I watched as a huge dick sprung out at me, thick and hard and beautiful. I wanted to suck it, but I needed him inside my cunt. I unbuttoned his shirt, and when we were both finally naked, I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I sank down onto his shaft in one smooth motion. He bucked up against me, and soon our rhythm was so intense that we were knocking the headboard against the wall. He smiled at me, and we kept thrashing against each other on the bed. I reached down to touch my clit, but he pushed my hand away and took care of that for me. His expert fingers knew exactly what to do to make me come. I let out a loud shout as I climaxed, and then I climbed off and did what I’d wanted to earlier: I sucked his cock, tasting my juices that were smeared on his shaft. He spurted his load in my mouth not a minute later.

“How old are you, anyway?” I asked him afterward.

“Twenty one,” he replied, blushing handsomely. I didn’t tell him I was almost twice his age.

Oliver left in the morning, kissing me good bye before I flew home a very happy woman. Talk about a successful business trip!

Ms. Rhonda E., Gilbert, Arizona

I’ve always wanted to be double penetrated, but I’ve never really been interested in having a threesome. I know it makes no sense, wanting one but not the other, and I didn’t really think I’d ever get what I wanted that way. It was a fantasy I figured I’d have to give up sooner or later. At least that’s what I thought before Thomas went shopping.

He’d called me before our date on Saturday and told me that he had a surprise for me. Thomas made me wait through a movie, dinner and dessert before he’d let me see my surprise. Back at his house, he handed me a bag and watched expectantly as I opened it. I pulled out a tangle of straps and looked at Thomas questioningly. He gestured for me to keep going, and I continued to dig through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag was a slim black dildo with a large round base. That’s when I realized what he’d given me: a strap on.

I had no idea why Thomas would buy me a strap on. It didn’t seem like something either of us would need. He’s not interested in being pegged, so I couldn’t use it on him, and I had no idea why he would need it when he already had a dick of his own. Thomas simply smiled and told me to wait a minute, and then I’d understand everything. So I sat on the bed and waited for him to make things clear.

As I watched, Thomas stripped out of his shirt and slacks and boxers until he was naked. Then he stepped into the harness and pulled the straps up his legs and around his hips. He faced away from me as he tightened the harness, but I could see him pulling on the nylon straps as he cinched the strap on around himself and settled the dildo into place. When he finally turned around, what I saw surprised me.

His cock was hanging down through a ring in the front of the harness, and the dildo jutted out an inch or two further up his pelvis. It made it look like he had two dicks and suddenly I knew why he’d bought the harness. With the harness on, he could fuck my pussy and ass at the same time, no second man necessary. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it first!

Thomas looked at me and asked if I wanted to “give it a whirl.” I didn’t have to say yes. The way I jumped off the bed and kissed him was a dead giveaway about what I wanted. My boyfriend’s cock rubbed against my thigh, while the dildo rubbed against my stomach, and feeling both of them at once was a huge turn on for me. I couldn’t wait to feel them inside my holes.

As we kissed, Thomas started pulling off my clothes, first my shirt and then my skirt. I helped him along, unhooking my bra and sliding my panties down my hips. Once my clothes were off, he moved in closer and started rubbing his hands up and down my body. My pussy was already wet with anticipation, and when his hands slid down to cup my mound, I jumped. His finger slid inside me, but I wanted to feel something else.

I started grinding against Thomas, and his now hard dick pressed against me. I moaned as I felt it graze my center, and I begged him to fuck me. But he wasn’t going to give it up so easily. He fingered me for a moment before reaching around and lightly stroking my ass. I moaned even louder as one of his digits pressed against my rear hole, and when it entered me, I cried out in pleasure.

I love when Thomas fingers my ass, and having him do it then, when there was the added promise of being fucked in the ass, was even better. He kept his finger in my back hole, working it deeper and deeper, and when he couldn’t thrust his finger in any further, he pulled it out and pushed me down on the bed. We were both panting when he climbed on top of me, but it was clear neither of us could wait to catch our breath before we started to fuck.

The slim black dildo slid slowly into my cunt while he nudged his dick into my ass. Having both holes filled at once was a unique sensation, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I shifted slightly under Thomas to work both dicks further inside, and as they started to fill me, I wondered why we’d waited so long to try something like that.

When both holes were stuffed, Thomas stopped and let me get used to the feeling of having a dick in my ass and my cunt at the same time. I’d wanted to experience the sensations for so long that it didn’t take more than a few seconds for me to get accustomed to it. Then Thomas started to fuck me.

The dildo moved in and out of my slit at the same pace that his cock moved in my ass, and I felt my climax building up twice as fast as usual. His dick was thicker than the toy, but both slid in and out of me with the same ease, allowing Thomas to pick up his pace and thrust harder. The faster he pumped into me, the better it felt, and in less than a minute I was writhing beneath him, trying to meet each of his strokes.

He worked out a rhythm, one that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, and each thrust brought me closer to my climax. As he fucked me to orgasm, I felt his dick and the dildo rubbing together through the thin wall that separated my pussy and ass, and that simple sensation drove me crazy. There was nothing I could do but lay back and enjoy it.

Thomas sensed that I was on the edge of my climax, and he started switching things up, thrusting at a constantly changing pace, never letting me figure out what he was going to do next. Each time I tried to match his thrusts, I failed, but it only made the sensations feel that much better. As his thrusts became more unpredictable, I felt myself start to slip over the edge. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes of his erratic movements to push me over completely, and when it did, I practically screamed with ecstasy.

Thomas didn’t stop there. He kept going, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm and quickly working me up to a second. While the first one had been in my pussy, the second orgasm felt like it originated right in my ass, and I felt my sphincter clench hard around my boyfriend’s cock as I came. As my ass gripped his cock, Thomas came, too, and I felt him shoot his load deep inside me.

When he finally pulled out of both holes I saw that his cock had started to go limp, but the dildo was still rock hard. Even though I’d already come twice, seeing the dildo still stiff and ready to go, well, I was ready for another roll in the hay. Thomas’s surprise was turning out to be even better than I’d originally thought it would be! I couldn’t wait to see how far we could go with the help of our new toy.

Ms. Lana F., Via E Mail