“Spread your asscheeks.” I did what Robin said. “Wider,” he insisted.

I held apart my rear cheeks, but I didn’t say a word. Why? Because I was too busy sucking Robin’s cock to the root. This was one of our favorite ways to spend a lazy Saturday.

“That looks so pretty, Shelly,” Robin groaned. “I can imagine a man behind you, fucking that tight little ass of yours while you drain my cock.”

I still didn’t speak, but I couldn’t help moaning, even with my mouth stuffed full of Robin’s rod. Robin’s words always manage to turn me on, and right now he was describing one of my most treasured fantasies. I’ve always longed to experience a night of double penetration. I even knew who I would choose to join us between the sheets: Robin’s hot as hell roommate Stephen. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the nerve to make the scene happen.

“Keep sucking me, Shelly,” Robin whispered, running his fingers through my long, red hair, “but don’t let go of your asscheeks. I like looking down and seeing that pretty hole of yours winking at me.”

I was so damn wet that I thought I actually might come from no stimulation at all other than Robin’s dirty words. That is until I felt something brush against the small of my back. Quickly, I pulled off Robin’s cock and turned my head. There was Stephen. I’d thought he was out for the night, but apparently he’d been home, standing outside Robin’s bedroom door, listening to everything.

I let go of my asscheeks and sat on my haunches, feeling mortified. Robin’s beautiful roommate had seen me exposing my backdoor? I’d never be able to look him in the face again!

“Did you know he was there the whole time?” I asked Robin. My whole body felt flushed.

“Do you have a problem with him being there?” Robin asked, which didn’t answer my question at all.

Stephen had moved. He was now down low on the floor next to me. I gazed into his deep blue eyes, and then looked back up at Robin. My boyfriend and I were both naked. Robin’s cock was hard and glistening with my saliva. Stephen had on black drawstring yoga pants and no shirt. He was so handsome. Every time I’d ever seen him coming out of the shower with a towel around his flat waist, or working out in the backyard, practicing tai chi, I had wanted to fuck him. Now, apparently, was my chance.

“No, I don’t have a problem,” I said finally, realizing it was true.

Stephen grinned and put his arms around me. “Robin told me exactly what you like,” he said, “everything you want. And I can’t wait to make your fantasy come true.”

I shivered. I was going to suck Robin while Stephen fucked my asshole? For real? Life doesn’t get better than this, I thought. I resumed my previous position, mouth open and hungry. Robin let the head of his cock rest on my bottom lip. I started to swirl my tongue around the tip, and right as I did that, Stephen bent and began to twirl his tongue around my rear hole.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations work through me. I could not believe this was actually happening, because the situation mirrored so many of my x rated dreams. Stephen used his big, strong hands to hold open my asscheeks, and he rimmed me expertly while I tried to be ladylike and not back up against his face. As I moaned, Robin thrust his cock between my lips. Stephen began to poke his tongue into my hole, flicking the tip back and forth. I keened under my breath and that made Robin moan. I knew he liked feeling the vibrations.

Now I was sucking my man and being tongue fucked by his roommate. Again, I wondered whether this could truly be happening. It wasn’t as if the three of us were porn stars. Robin and Stephen are both EMTs and I’m an office manager. We could not be more average in our daily lives from the type of cars we drive to the lattes we drink. But this was something different. This was something special.

The taste of Robin’s pre come in my mouth let me know that this was indeed real. No matter how dirty my fantasies may get, I’ve never actually managed to fantasize Robin’s true salty taste. Robin started to fuck my mouth with force, and Stephen began to put his tongue deeper in my hole.

“I think she’s ready,” Robin said. I blinked. Ready? Ready for what? Were they going to bring a third into the room? Was there a line of men outside waiting for a gangbang? I shivered as I imagined the possibilities.

Maybe someday, I guess. But now, I figured out what Robin meant was that I was ready for Stephen’s dick. “The lube’s on the nightstand,” Robin said, and Stephen grabbed the bottle, stepped out of his pants, and began to lube up his hard cock while I watched. I didn’t stop sucking Robin, though, and my boyfriend praised me thoroughly for that.

“See what a pro she is? Even though she knows she’s about to have her ass reamed, she still sucks me off like a good girl.”

“Very nice,” Stephen agreed, walking behind me so that he was out of my line of sight. I sucked in my breath, and Robin moaned again. He was enjoying all of my oral reactions.

I wanted to say, “Go slow,” but I couldn’t with my mouth so full. Robin took pity on me and gave Stephen the instructions instead.

“She likes it hard,” he said, “but not at first. Let her get used to the feeling of your cock in her asshole.”

Stephen pressed the head against my backdoor. Then he slowly, oh so slowly, slid in. With only the cockhead inside me, I felt exquisitely stretched. I wanted to stop what I was doing and bask in the sensation, but that would have been unfair to Robin. I kept sucking, and Stephen slowly drove forward. Oh, God that felt intense. He was filling my asshole inch by inch as Robin was thrusting his cock down my throat. The men moved in me as if choreographed.

“All we need now is some hot chick to get on her back and lick your clit,” Robin said, and I shivered. Stephen took that as a suggestion, licking his fingertips and bringing his hand around to stroke my button. I couldn’t think anymore. I was simply a tangled ball of filthy sensations. Stephen kept fucking my asshole while tweaking and pinching my clit. Robin grooved his cock in and out of my mouth. And I was sealed between them, being used in the most debauched way.

“You’re so tight,” Stephen murmured, his hot breath against my neck.

“Isn’t she?” Robin agreed. “I love the way her ass squeezes me.”

“You ever feel that yourself?” Stephen asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Ever have your own ass jammed full of cock?” Stephen asked, breathless with pleasure.

Even in my pleasure haze, I found myself suddenly focused on what he was saying, and what those dirty words really meant. He wasn’t talking to me. I looked up into Robin’s eyes. Robin shook his head. Holy fuck, was Stephen suggesting . . .

“When I’m done fucking your sweet girlfriend, I’ll take a ride in your tight ass,” Stephen said, and those words, combined with his fingers on my clit, made me come. I sucked even harder as the orgasm broke inside me, and Robin shot his load down my throat. As he came, panting, he said to Stephen, “You promise?”

That was all Stephen needed. He gripped my hips with both hands now, fucking my ass so hard and fast that he took me to a second climax as he creamed inside me.

“Go get cleaned up,” he said, and I felt he was addressing both of us. “I want Robin facedown on the bed for the next round, and you pretty lady, you’ll have your turn. I’m going to make him eat you out while I fuck him.”

As we all took our turns in the bathroom, I thought to myself, Thank God for lazy Saturdays. Especially ones that don’t turn out to be lazy after all.

Ms. Shelly P., Via E Mail

I’ve always loved latex, so when I saw a flyer in my local sex shop advertising a class on how to make latex clothing, I knew I had to sign up. I couldn’t wait to find out how my favorite pieces of fetish wear were made, and I was curious to see what we’d be able to make in a single evening.

There were only eight of us in the class, and after showing us some of the custom pieces she’d worked on recently, our instructor set us up with thin scraps of latex so we could practice our cutting and tracing before we made our garments. I have to admit that fondling latex in a roomful of people made my pussy drip, but I managed to keep my composure. After a few test cuts, we were given patterns for boxers, booty shorts and tank tops. I chose the shorts, since I own several latex tops but not a single pair of pants.

As I traced the pattern on the sheet of latex, I couldn’t help but get turned on. I’d never been surrounded by so much latex, and I wanted to wrap myself up in it or roll around in the scraps that were quickly piling up on the floor. But I tried to contain my excitement and focus on the process of making my garment. Getting to wear something I’d made from latex was an arousing prospect on its own, and I didn’t want to make something that was less than perfect.

By the time class was over, I’d made a fantastic pair of black shorts. They looked like something I’d have bought in the store instead of something I’d made in a kinky crafting class. I wanted to try them on more than anything, but our instructor told us we had to wait forty eight hours for the glue to dry or we’d risk pulling our garments apart at the seams. That meant I’d have to wait until Saturday night to finally squeeze myself into my shorts.

For two days I fought the urge to try on my booty shorts. Every time I glanced at the shiny black latex, I told myself to be patient and that I wouldn’t have to wait much longer. When Saturday finally came, I was literally counting down the hours until latex time.

About an hour before I was allowed to put on my shorts, I called and ordered a pizza. I’d been so busy cleaning the house and organizing my closet all distractions to keep me occupied while I waited for the glue to dry that I hadn’t eaten all day, and I was starving. I figured the delivery guy would be ringing my bell in half in hour, like usual, but I guess they were busy, because the pizza still hadn’t arrived an hour later. I was looking out the window, wondering where my dinner was, when the alarm on my phone went off, letting me know it was safe to try on my latex garment.

I squealed with delight when I heard the jingle on my phone, and raced to grab my shorts, which had been hanging on the back of a kitchen chair. I took off my jeans and underwear, then lightly powdered my thighs so the latex would slide easily up my legs. I held the shorts in front of me reverently for a moment, admiring the never before worn garment before finally stepping into it.

The latex brushed my skin as I pulled the shorts up slowly, and I shivered with delight. The legs of the shorts were wide enough that only the edges caressed me as I guided them up my calves and over my knees, but when I reached my thighs, the material began to cling. As I inched my shorts up to my waist, the shorts felt tighter, and I moaned quietly as I felt the smooth rubber against my bare skin. The snug fitting latex forced my body to mold to it, rather than the other way around, and as I settled the waistband in place, I felt the shorts squeezing my ass tightly. It was an exquisite sensation.

I ran my hands and up and down my legs, loving the way my new shorts shaped my lower body and enjoying the contrast as my hands went from skin to rubber and back. I walked around the house a bit to get a feel for how the shorts moved, and I stopped to admire myself in the mirror more than few times. Each time I took a step, the rubber caressed me in the best possible way.

I was so distracted by my new garment, and the excitement of wearing it for the first time, that I almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring a few minutes later. Without thinking, I grabbed my wallet off the counter and went to get my pizza. When I opened the front door, I saw my regular delivery guy, a dark haired hunk in his mid twenties, and said hello. Instead of returning my greeting, though, he just stared at me. I was still wearing my latex shorts! I couldn’t believe I’d answered the door in them. The t shirt I had on was short and tight, leaving a gap between the hem and the waistband of my shorts, and the shorts were so tiny that they left little to the imagination. I may as well have answered the door in the nude.

Pete barely blinked as he took my money and handed me the pizza box. I attempted to say something, but it seemed the cat had gotten my tongue, too. Instead, we just stood in the doorway, having made the necessary exchange but still not sure what to do next. Before I had a chance to regain my composure and close the door, Pete smiled and told me that he liked my shorts. “You should wear latex more often,” he said.

His comment surprised me, but it turned me on, too. I’d always had a bit of a crush on my pizza delivery guy, but aside from the occasional chat about the weather or a major local news event, we’d only ever talked about pizza and how frequently I ordered it. Now, though, he was giving me an opening.

“Do you want to come inside and get a better look?” I asked coyly.

Pete hesitated, saying, “I really should get back. There are a lot of delivery orders tonight.” But I could tell he didn’t mean it. He accepted my invitation a second later.

He followed me into the house and waited for me to put the pizza down on the kitchen table before letting me lead him to my bedroom. I knew he was checking out my ass as he walked behind me, and I made sure to put an extra swing in my step to really give him something to admire.

When we reached the bedroom, Pete took control. He got on his knees immediately and practically worshiped me and my rubber shorts. His fingers lightly caressed me through the latex, and each touch felt magnified by the rubber that separated his flesh from mine. His hands traced every inch of my latex garment, stroking the seams and gently running a finger along the edges, tickling me in the process.

He was careful with how he treated the latex, and his knowledge of how to handle the material made me wet. I felt my juices dripping against the rubber, and I wanted Pete to pull off my shorts and fuck me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to his feet so I could kiss him. As soon as he was standing, I attacked his mouth, sealing my lips over his. When we ran out of breath, we separated, and I begged Pete to fuck me.

“Not yet,” he said as he pulled my shirt over my head, freeing my bare breasts.

He went to work on my tits, squeezing one while he sucked and nibbled on the nipple of the other. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but it still felt fantastic, and I started moaning as he lavished me with attention. I was so caught up in how he was making love to my breasts that when his free hand slipped between my thighs, I jumped. As soon as his fingers slid past the crotch of my latex shorts and brushed my wet pussy, though, I relaxed again and enjoyed the pleasure.

Pete’s fingers thrust slowly in and out of me, and each time he moved his hand, the latex pulled tight around my hips, enhancing the sensations he was providing me. I knew he was enjoying the way the material stroked against his hand, too, since he was moaning quietly as he suckled my neck.

He spent the perfect amount of time fingering me before he pulled his hand free and started to slide my shorts down my legs. He was gentle and knew to roll the material down so it wouldn’t rip or snag. Once again, his knowledge of how to treat latex lit a fire in me, and I knew once he started to fuck me I’d come after only a few thrusts.

Once my shorts were off, Pete had me get on the bed and then hurriedly took off his own clothes. He stripped down faster than I’d thought he could, and he was on me in a second. His cock was hard and ready, and he slid inside me easily and without guidance. He really knew what he was doing, and not just with the latex.

He thrust a few times before repositioning my legs so he could go deeper. Then he plowed me. His hips smacked against me as he fucked me with more energy than I expected, and each stroke brought me that much closer to my orgasm.

We were both so turned on already that it didn’t take long for either of us to get off. The latex worship had gotten us both primed for action, and it took only three or four minutes of steady fucking before I felt my pussy start to clench and throb as I neared climax. When I came, I cried out loudly and wrapped my legs tight around Pete to keep him inside me as long as I could. He made sure I’d come and enjoyed my climax before he began to pump furiously again, and after a half dozen strokes, he came, too. He shot the first few spurts into my pussy, then pulled out and emptied the rest of his load on my stomach.

After a brief rest, Pete told me he really had to get back to work, but that he’d come back after his shift, if that was okay with me. I told him it was and let him go. While he was gone, I ate some pizza, took a shower and pulled out my favorite latex dress. I couldn’t wait to see how he’d react when he saw me in an even more spectacular rubber outfit!

Ms. Tess G., Via E Mail

My wife and I have a secret: She fucks other guys, and I let her. Not only do I allow her to step out on me, I really enjoy it because she always tells me all the dirty details as soon as she gets home. The sound of her sultry voice, still a little thick from her recent orgasm, gets me so hard that I fuck her until we both see stars, though all the while I’m thinking about how another man’s cock had just been in her slippery pussy. The whole experience is an incredible turn on for me and for her, too.

Usually, her dalliances are pre arranged she makes the dates and then tells me to be out of the house if they can’t go to his place. But one Sunday, things happened a little differently. I was home working to meet a tight deadline when she called me from a bar where she’d met a friend for a drink. I could tell from her voice that she was aroused as she explained that she’d met a guy. Thing was, they had nowhere to go but our house, and I was too busy to leave. I told her to come anyway, and I’d work quietly in my office until they were done, and he’d never know I was there. To be honest, I was excited to be that close to Megan while she fucked someone else.

I closed my office door and waited. Before long, I heard them come through the front door, probably so her suitor wouldn’t see my car in the garage. Then they entered the bedroom, which as luck would have it is adjacent to my office. Setting aside my work, I moved closer to the wall separating us so I could hear their whispers, sighs and the rustling of clothes being shed. There was a “clunk” when either a shoe or a belt buckle dropped, and I got so excited that the book on my lap fell to the carpet with a thud.

“What was that?” a man’s voice asked, and my devious wife responded that it must have been the cat (which we don’t have). She addressed him by name, which was Eli, and now that she knew my proximity, she made sure I could hear everything they said and did.

“Mmm, it’s so big and hard,” she murmured, so I knew Eli was naked and Megan’s fingers were roaming over his dick. “Do you want me to suck it?” I couldn’t hear his reply to her query, but what red blooded guy would turn down a blowjob? Loudly, my wife proclaimed her admiration for his member, and I knew she had to be nude when she said, “Oh, yeah baby, pinch my nipples. Go ahead, pinch them harder. That’s how I like it.”

She wasn’t lying I’d directed my attentions to the tips of her breasts many times, making her writhe in ecstasy. I guessed she was writhing now, even while sucking Eli’s cock. She started moaning, probably triggered by his nipple play, and I knew how good that must have felt on his shaft because I’d felt the vibration of her cries on my own dick too many times to count. In fact, my cock twitched in recognition, demanding that I pull it out.

Reaching into my sweatpants, I withdrew my throbbing member to stroke myself from crown to root. My prick thickened and lengthened in my fist as my breathing grew heavy, and from beside me, I heard gasping, moaning and the smacking of Megan’s lips as she moved them over Eli’s dick. Though it was also possible that she’d been sucking on one of his balls. I could almost feel her tongue on my pulsing shaft, and my own sac tingled with envy.

Quickly, I moved my hand to the base of my shaft and squeezed it tightly to staunch the impending eruption. I’d been paying too much attention to my own cock, so now I concentrated on the couple in the adjoining room. I figured that it wouldn’t be long before Eli reached orgasm because I can never withstand Megan’s oral maneuverings for very long, but instead of shouting in ecstasy, I heard him state, “Stand up so I can fuck you.”

My shaft swelled at his words. Then I heard a loud slurp as Megan released his cock, or maybe his balls I wouldn’t find out until later, when she shared the details from the confines of her mouth. I gripped myself a little tighter and readied myself. They started kissing again, which my wife eventually interrupted to murmur, “Feel how wet you’ve made me.” She groaned, so I knew he must’ve slid his fingers between her cunt lips and pressed down on her clit. Next, he started panting loudly, so I guessed she was now stroking his spit stained shaft.

Subconsciously, my hand had resumed moving on my prick, but I stilled it again, too afraid that I’d come and cry out, alerting Eli to my presence. It also allowed me to concentrate better because the couple had grown almost too quiet to hear. I just barely made out the sounds of French kissing, which was punctuated by moans and sighs as they pleasured each other.

Then I heard the mattress creaking as they climbed onto the bed. Although I couldn’t see what they were doing, I pictured my wife with her legs high in the air, spread so wide that the dew dropped petals of her pussy peeled back invitingly. My mouth watered as I pictured myself burying my face between her thighs to lap up her juices, and I hoped that Eli would take a moment to enjoy her salty sweet flavor. Though that wish was as much for her sake, because she loves feeling a tongue in her pussy.

The couple was quiet for a while, so I guessed I was right that they were doing something with their mouths. However, I couldn’t tell if they were just kissing or using their tongues, lips and teeth to please one another orally, and not knowing was more exciting than I could have guessed. For all I knew, they were engaged in a sixty nine so he could dine on her cunt while she resumed slurping his erection. My shaft throbbed and my balls contracted as wished I could be in there with them, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked off the stranger in my bed. However, at that point I had to be satisfied with merely listening as I pieced together what they were doing from the noises they made.

As things got more intense, Megan neglected her narration. Luckily, she remembered after a while, and I guessed that I’d been right about the sixty nine when it sounded like she pulled her lips from Eli’s prick with a smacking sound and moaned, “Your mouth feels so good on my pussy. Please don’t stop eating me.”

It appeared that Eli didn’t want to listen, though he decided to join in the dirty talk. “How about I fuck you instead?” he suggested, and Megan agreed wholeheartedly. The bedsprings squeaked again as they changed positions, and I wondered whether she was on all fours, waving her pretty ass in the air, or if they were side by side with Eli spooning her as she swung a leg over his so he could enter her from behind.

Since I could imagine anything I liked, I decided to go with that. I pictured my wife’s beautiful body, one breast covered by her lover’s hand as he stimulated the sensitive nipple, her head turned so that she could suck on his tongue. Meanwhile, his cock stroked in and out of her sopping cunt, the pink skin glistening with her juices each time he pulled back from between her thighs. It had gotten quiet again, although the silence was interrupted periodically by a whimper, a groan, or the creaking of the bed as they shifted position. I could just make out their heavy breathing, which was joined by my own as I resumed stroking my throbbing dick.

It was now a race to the finish line. The second I heard the couple next door start huffing and puffing, I grasped myself tighter and pumped harder. I could barely make out the sound of their bodies slapping together over Megan’s chants of, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Shutting my eyes, I pictured Eli’s cock plunging deep into her hole, and the way her pussy lips clung to it each time he pulled back out. Then I imagined the tip of her nipple between his fingertips as he gave it a good, hard pinch. When she cried out in a sexy way I recognized, I knew she’d reached a body quaking climax.

My wife announced her climax loudly, partially for my benefit but mostly from feeling true, unadulterated pleasure. My own arousal soared as her partner followed suit, grunting loudly as he filled her with volleys of hot cream, or at least that’s what I assumed. My own load was once again threatening to burst, and I let my fingers fly over my shaft as I reached to the desk for a tissue, preparing myself for the inevitable explosion. Then I heard Megan squeal, “Give it to me, baby!” and the contents of my balls blasted forth.

My asscheeks clenched as I caught my load in my fist. Meanwhile, I could hear the couple still going at it in the other room, riding the last waves of their shared orgasm. Finally, the bedsprings stopped squeaking, and my wife gave a long, satisfied sigh as her partner pulled his prick from her quivering labia (or at least that’s what I imagined was going on).

Afterward, when Eli had headed home and I’d taken his place in our bed, Megan filled in the holes in my version of their narrative as I filled her holes with my dick. It was such a turn on to think that someone else had been there so recently, and that I’d heard every second of their sexy fun. We’re now planning for the next time I get to listen to her fuck another man, and she even hinted that maybe someday I could watch. I’m getting a hard on just thinking about that it would be like having live porn right in my very own bedroom!

Mr. Terrance K., Richmond, Virginia

My husband, Jason, and I both love to travel, and since we got married five years ago, we’ve had some terrific vacations together. Our most recent trip was to Montreal, Canada, where we ate lots of wonderful, rich French food and stayed in an exclusive luxury hotel. When Jason travels, no expense is spared. We also did a lot of shopping while we were there, and took in the sexy atmosphere on St. Catherine Street. Of course, we also had terrific, mind blowing sex.

On the afternoon of our last day in Montreal, after Jason had bought me a stunning string bikini, some stylish jeans and a pretty tank top, we decided to head to a local pub for some beer and munchies, and to soak up some of the area’s local color. The place was packed with students from the university, but we managed to find a spot at the bar where we chatted with some of the other patrons while we had a few draughts. We were having a really good time, but something seemed to be missing, and I think it was because deep down we were both in a naughty mood!

On a whim, I asked Jason if he felt like going a strip club that was located just a few blocks away. I’d read about it in one of our guidebooks. It’s one of the classier strip joints in Montreal, a city known for its adult entertainment. We go to places just like it at home all the time, so I knew he wouldn’t be too surprised by my suggestion. “Sure, let’s go,” he said with a gleam his eye that I knew all too well.

We arrived at the club a little while later. As we were led to our table, I couldn’t help but notice that there were only a few other female customers in the entire place. Lots of testosterone was flowing, however, and a number of the male patrons checked me out as we walked past. Jason said that I shouldn’t be surprised, since I was as sexy as any of the girls who worked there, especially the way I was dressed.

Since it was a warm summer day in Montreal, I was wearing a tight spandex miniskirt that hugged my ass and accentuated my shapely legs. My halter top showed off a decent amount of cleavage, and the cool breeze from the club’s air conditioner had caused my nipples to harden noticeably. My long, blonde hair was pulled up in a scrunchie, so there was nothing covering my bare, tanned shoulders. I guess he was right I did look like I could have worked there. And I have to admit that it gave me a thrill to think that I was as sexy as a stripper.

Jason and I sat down, and soon after, he pointed out a nice looking dancer who was talking to a man who was sitting very close to our table. She seemed to be very friendly with him, and he was obviously taken with her. It wasn’t hard to figure out why she had an extremely appealing girl next door look and a killer body. Her hair was brown and cut in a bob, and she had nice, firm breasts that were a little large for her frame, though they definitely looked real. She also had a warm smile that made her look as friendly as she was sexy, which I knew was something Jason likes in a woman. In fact, he kept looking at her, and he mentioned that her body was similar to mine. I felt flattered, and I must say that I was also very attracted to her.

In fact, all the strippers in the club had very nice bodies, and as I checked them out, I couldn’t help picturing myself up there on stage with them, gyrating and sliding on those shiny metal poles. My mind continued to wander until my fantasies had gotten me extremely horny, which led me to do what I did next.

Taking Jason’s hand in mine, I told him that I was in the mood to discuss one of our favorite fantasies, which was to get a private dance from a stripper.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied, smiling with a devilish grin. As a result, the next time that sexy stripper walked by, Jason motioned for her to join us. My heart raced as I wondered what he was going to say to her. He started by asking her name, which was Marie, and how long she had been working there. In her sexy Quebecois accented voice, she said that she’d been there a few months. Then, after a bit more small talk, Jason told her about our fantasy and asked if she would give us a table dance. She agreed and suggested that we move to the VIP section of the bar for more privacy.

My heart and cunt were pounding as we walked across the club. I was getting wet just thinking about being so close to this really hot woman. Once again, numerous pairs of eyes followed us as we made our way to the VIP lounge. The other patrons were probably jealous of Jason because their wives wouldn’t accompany them to strip clubs, and because he was also with one of the most beautiful girls that worked there. I’m sure their cocks were getting hard just imagining what Marie and I were going to do in the private room. It was certainly making my pussy wet!

When we got to the VIP area, there was already some action going on. A businessman was getting a table dance from a busty redhead. He sat on the velvet banquette as she writhed in front of him, and we took seats across from them so Marie could do the same for us. She began with a slow, sexy dance as she removed her tiny pink dress to reveal her lovely natural breasts with hard pink nipples and a shaved cunt. The tall, brown eyed stripper swayed to the music, flashing her pussy for us to see, and soon Jason and I were both very turned on. I knew he was enjoying himself because his fingers traveled up my thigh as we watched and soon inched under my skirt. As he stroked me through my panties, he told Marie that she was a very beautiful woman with a great ass, “just like my wife!”

Marie performed two dances for us, giving us a close up view of her incredible body. We talked a bit more after she was done but unfortunately, her shift was over and it was time for her to leave. However, as we said good bye, we exchanged phone numbers and she told us to call her the next time we were in town. Well, after that, I was really horny.

There were several other strippers in the VIP lounge performing private dances for other customers, so there wasn’t enough privacy for me to fuck my husband there, which is what I was dying to do. Whispering in his ear, I told him how badly I needed to feel his big cock in my hot, wet cunt, and a huge grin spread across his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the busy street, and we hurried to the nearest Metro stop to take a train back to our hotel.

As soon as were in our suite, I began doing a slow dance for Jason. I couldn’t resist peeling my clothing off, layer after layer, like the strippers at the club had done it. I even jumped up on the big bed and strutted my stuff. I loved showing off like that, and I could feel my pussy juices flowing. Jason applauded as I reached down between my legs to play with my cunt. I rubbed my hard, slippery clit until I was moaning in ecstasy, my juices dripping like a waterfall. With my other hand, I tweaked my sensitive nipples, shimmying my hips just like an erotic dancer the entire time.

Jason got undressed as he watched me masturbate up there on the bed. I came the instant he pulled out his big, hard dick, the tip shiny with pre come, because the sight of it always makes me so hot. I started to shiver as the small electric shocks caused by my orgasm raced through my body, but still, I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me.

I lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide. Jason came over and began licking my cunt, giving me some more much needed relief. He lapped at my slippery lips and sucked my clit like the expert pussy eater he is, and in no time, he brought me to another mind blowing orgasm. It felt wonderful, and now it was his turn to come. I pulled him up on top of me and urged him to fuck me as hard as he could.

Jason thrust his erection deep into my cunt and began pounding in and out. His balls slapped against my asscheeks as he jackhammered into me, and he peppered my breasts with kisses. With all the strength that I could muster, I squeezed my pussy muscles around his shaft as tightly as I could to increase the intensity for him. Feeling his rock hard dick plunging into my cunt and rubbing against my clit soon had me coming again, and I no longer had to squeeze the force of my climax took care of it for me.

I grasped my husband’s asscheeks as I was overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm. He’d been close to the edge at that point, and that action sent him right over. He grunted loudly and then I felt the warmth of his load as it washed over my insides. His movements got slower and slower until he eventually just held still as his balls emptied themselves of the remainder of his come. Then he pulled out his softening cock and slumped over onto the bed beside me, pulling me close.

I have many wonderful memories of Montreal, but I have to say, that one is my favorite. I don’t know where we’re going next. Jason says that it’s a surprise. But I’m sure that whatever we do, we’re going to have lots of sexy fun. Maybe I’ll even write you another letter about it!

Ms. Clarissa E., Rochester, New York

Jessie and I dated many years ago, but the relationship didn’t work out. Although we loved each other, we were simply too young to commit to a lifetime together. She went her way I went mine. But I often thought about our sweet, sultry nights together. Sex with Jessie had always been mind blowing. Whenever I jacked off, no matter whom I was dating at the time, images of Jessie would invariably flicker through my head.

To my delight, we recently met up again. Although we didn’t have sex right away, we got reacquainted and became close friends and confidantes just like old times. That doesn’t mean I didn’t think about fucking her. Every time she called, I hoped she’d say she wanted to take our friendship to the next level, but I didn’t push. This time, I wanted our relationship to last, and I knew that we both had to be ready for it to work. Still, our get togethers seemed laced with sexual tension that was impossible to ignore.

One night, after weeks of heavy flirtation, Jessie and I returned to my apartment after dinner, and then we locked the door and turned to each other. Our arousal was tangible both of us were burning up in anticipation of satisfying the desires that had been accumulating for so long.

“Come here, Jess,” I said, looking into her beautiful eyes.

She took a step forward, and I wrapped my arms around her and drew her body close to mine. I hastily brought my lips to hers and relished their softness. Her mouth opened and allowed my tongue to slide inside. Our tongues tangoed as I cupped her large breasts in my hands. I squeezed her tits softly while continuing to kiss her, and I used my thumbs to trace circles over her hardening nipples. “Oh, Rich, she moaned loudly, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she murmured. She didn’t have to ask me twice.

Once in my room, Jessie helped me remove her shirt and bra. Her breasts were as stunning as I remembered, her nipples erect and swollen with lust. I cupped her alluring tits in my hands and began to bite, tease and suck on her sensitive nipples. Her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy, and I could tell she loved it. I kept this up for several minutes before moving on to the next part of my plan.

“Take off your shoes,” I told her, then watched as she kicked off her red high heels.

I kissed my way down her body to the waistband of her blue jeans. I unbuttoned her pants and then removed her jeans in one slow motion. Not only was she pantyless, but she was also sporting a completely bald pussy! The sight sent a jolt of arousal to my rapidly hardening cock.

I admired the smooth expanse of her skin, delighted that I could see every bit of her. She was clearly aroused, too. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with her copious juices. Gently, I traced my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top and sucked her engorged clit into my mouth. Then I moved my tongue in a circular motion around her nub, while pumping two fingers in and out of Jessie’s snug pussy. I remembered from so many pleasurable experiences how good her pussy would feel once it was stretched around my dick. I kept up this stimulation until her whole body shuddered, and I could tell she was experiencing an intense climax. I kept teasing her clit as she moaned loudly, bucking and writhing as she came on my fingers.

Once her cries ceased and she’d caught her breath, I decided it was time for the main event. I kissed my way up her body from her toned stomach to her beautiful face. I licked her lips and lined my cock up with her dripping entrance. I pushed forward, unable to keep myself from groaning. She was so soft and wet it was like sinking into hot butter. I advanced slowly because she was wonderfully tight. Her pussy grasped my thick shaft like a velvet vise. Jessie sighed and clawed at my back as I gradually filled her with my dick.

I continued to push forward, until finally my balls were flush with her ass. I had impaled myself inside her to the hilt. Slowly, I pulled out until only the head of my penis remained inside her and then sank back in once again. She sighed and moaned each time I moved in and out of her. Soon I built up a steady rhythm, all the while gazing into her beautiful brown eyes.

Suddenly, her pussy contracted strongly around my cock, making me gasp with pleasure. “I have a surprise for you!” Jessie told me with a huge grin. “I’ve been practicing Kegel exercises for months, hoping I’d get another chance to rock your world!” I smiled and sped up my thrusts. We kept this up for several minutes before switching positions, me thrusting and her squeezing her pussy around my dick.

Jessie had always been a pro at riding cock, and she apparently wanted to prove that she still had her previous skills. She told me to lie on my back and quickly straddled my hips. She grasped my rock hard cock with her right hand and held her pussy lips open with her left before expertly descending on my shaft. Firmly planted on my cock, Jessie wasted no time. She began riding me hard, showing me that her thigh and lower back muscles were still in excellent shape. Her impressive staying power made it clear that she was very fit. She rode me like a crazy woman, and soon she was screaming and coming hard around my shaft. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a fist, and her whole body shuddered with her orgasm. Feeling her cunt contract around me set off my own climax, and I released countless jets of my thick load deep inside her. Her body collapsed upon mine, and we embraced, happy to be in each other’s arms again.

Sex with Jessie was even better than it had been before. I can’t wait until the next time! And the next time. And the next . . .

Mr. Rich M., Portland, Maine

My wife and I have enjoyed your magazine for many years, but we never thought we would have anything exciting to write about. However, two weeks ago we got a chance to watch and then participate in our own little erotic adventure.

Sandra and I were vacationing at a well known adults only nude beach in the Caribbean. This beach is nearly perfect, with dazzling white sand, clear water, and a variety of American and European vacationers. My wife and I were relaxing and reading after a refreshing swim.

Both of us love to swim nude, and we were starting to feel a little frisky. The unwritten protocol at this beach is no overt sexuality. To our delight, that rule didn’t seem to bother a young French couple cavorting and kissing in the gentle waves. She would jump up, wrap her legs around him, and then they would both tumble under the surface before coming back up laughing. When he held her, both his hands were firmly around her curvy asscheeks.

When I first saw them, I immediately assumed they were on their honeymoon. In her early twenties, she was tall, a little thin, but with full breasts. Her face was beautiful and framed with long black hair. Her sole adornments were a huge diamond ring and a gold belly chain. Her man was slightly older and good looking, with a husky, muscular build. I looked over at my wife, and saw she was intently watching both of them.

The couple began playing a game where the gal was standing in neck deep water and the guy would move behind her. He would dive down and swim between her legs. He must have twisted around in the water, because he would surface facing her, and then they would kiss. This happened three or four times. I noticed he was staying underwater longer and longer with each plunge.

I leaned over and said to my wife, “I think he’s eating her out underwater.” We couldn’t be certain because we were lying down almost at the same level as the water, and the waves made it difficult to see him clearly. One time he dove down and the woman immediately plunged her arms and hands down as if holding on to his head. She stopped smiling and faced the sky with her eyes closed. “He’s tonguing her, for sure,” my wife said to me. Several seconds passed, and the woman suddenly squatted down and sank beneath the surface. It was pretty obvious that she was sitting on his face. They were both underwater for so long that I began to wonder if something was wrong. Then they both shot out of the water, giggling and kissing some more.

Before long, the woman started doing the same thing, diving down and swimming between his legs and surfacing right next to him face to face. She had marvelous breath control because each time she would stay under for almost a minute.

Sandra and I were getting really horny watching this carefree, exhibitionistic couple. When we looked around, we saw several other people also watching the lovers. I tried to hide my erection but realized I was seeping pre come onto my magazine. My wife laughed and told me to be careful because she didn’t want the pages sticking together.

The French woman surfaced and said something to her lover, and he loudly replied, “Oui, oui.” She looked like a smiling sea nymph as she moved behind him, took a huge breath and dove down again. Each time she went under, her fantastic ass was momentarily above the waves, followed by her long legs that were wide open.

My eyes were hurting from straining to see what she was doing to him. I could see her body stretched out underwater behind her lover. She was on her back with her head between his legs. Long moments went by, and still she didn’t surface. Then I heard him yell more of a loud groan, really. The woman emerged with water pouring off her face.

This time, instead of kissing him, she looked right at him and smiled. White fluid poured from her mouth that clearly wasn’t seawater. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d come in her mouth while she was underwater, at a beach filled with at least a hundred people.

Thanks to my wife, I know what an underwater blowjob feels like. It’s like heaven. And after watching that couple having so much fun, I needed to experience that feeling again. Like so many horny husbands, I pleaded for relief. “Not right here in front of everyone,” Sandra replied. “Let’s swim out to the raft.”

My eight incher was at full mast, but I didn’t care if anyone saw. We waded out and hurriedly swam to a raft that was perhaps fifty yards off the beach. We both only had on swim goggles. I held on to the raft’s anchor chain, which was located in the back, away from the beach. Sandra dove down and began sucking me off. I knew I would not last long.

“Did that little French bitch get you all hot and bothered?” my wife asked after she’d surfaced.

“Damn right, but I’m sure she can’t give a blowjob as good as you can,” I replied, watching her dive beneath the water once again.

I pulled myself down the chain about three feet under the surface, so I could watch my wife. She had one hand on my cock as she deep throated me and another hand was furiously rubbing her clit. I discovered that Sandra could hold her breath for a long, long time. I managed to stave off my orgasm until I could swear I’d heard her groan.

Sandra started coming and simultaneously releasing air from her lungs. Watching my wife climax underwater while she was blowing me is a sight I’ll never forget.

I started shooting as hard as I ever have in my life. Sandra continued holding her breath as I thrust and pumped my seed into her mouth. We both surfaced. Sandra needed air so badly that my come shot out of her mouth as she gasped and laughed.

“I tried to swallow it, but I couldn’t,” she explained, giggling crazily. “Besides, I thought you’d like to see your load spilling out of my mouth like that French girl did. Am I right?”

I nodded and kissed her.

It was such a hot and wet experience. We can’t wait to get back to that beach again.

Mr. Wallace L., San Francisco, California