It was, without question, the low point of my life. Rosemary had decided that after fourteen years as a faithful, devoted wife she wanted something else and, unfortunately, that something else didn t include me. Soon thereafter, with the words she had used to explain her decision a new beginning and challenges and self exploration still rattling around in my head, I was informed by my boss that I was being transferred to our Midwest office, where my organizational skills could be put to use to boost sales there.

Life had delivered the old one two and I was on the ropes, dazed and staggering, not ready to throw in the towel but wondering where I d find the strength to continue.

Staying focused was difficult, but as the months went by I settled into my small rented house and got comfortable in my new surroundings, actually enjoying the twenty minute drive to work after years of using public transportation back east. Foolishly, I sometimes wondered if a suburban lifestyle would appeal to Rosemary.

It was difficult not to think about her, and she would pop into my head at the craziest times. New friends at work who were aware of my recent divorce kept telling me it was time to let go, to move on and to find someone new to share my life with. But that was easier said than done. I wasn t about to go woman hunting in the clubs it wasn t my style. The few blind dates arranged for me by well intentioned friends proved disastrous. Church socials? I didn t think so.

And then one night after work, as I relaxed on the back porch, I saw that the local paper had started a personals column. Out of curiosity, I started reading the ads from Women Seeking Men and Men Seeking Women, chuckling at the more creative ones. Losers all, I thought. And losers adept at stretching the truth. By the time I put the paper down, however, I wasn t chuckling. Was it worth a try? What did I have to lose? It might even be fun, a diversion, something to break the comfortable routine of my life.

Rather than answer an ad, I decided to compose one. I phoned it in to the paper, then put the whole thing out of my head. Weeks passed and then, finally, I had about a dozen responses to sift through. I narrowed my selection to three women, each of whom supposedly shared my interests and whose photos were the most appealing. I decided to set something up with Meredith, a former Las Vegas showgirl in her late thirties who has been running her own dance studio for the past ten years.

Our phone conversation went surprisingly well, and by the time I hung up, having agreed to meet Meredith for drinks at a club near her studio, I was actually eager to see her in the flesh.

I was as nervous as a kid on prom night as I dressed for our meeting and even more nervous as I waited for her at the club. I just knew one of us would be disappointed, and I was already bracing for the awkwardness of our good byes when she walked in. This statuesque, raven haired beauty took my breath away.

Over drinks we talked and laughed, gleaning bits and pieces of each other s life, in the process discovering that, wonder of wonders, things were going wonderfully well. Like me, Meredith had reservations about finding somebody nice through the personals and, also like me, she couldn t believe her good fortune the first time out of the box. I think each of us kept waiting for the other to say or do something that would dampen the moment, but it didn t happen. Are we clicking? Meredith asked at one point, smiling prettily. I certainly thought so.

We wound up in bed on our third date, and as far as our budding relationship was concerned, it was the dot on the i . Calling on her experience as a showgirl, Meredith danced for me. It was a sensual, provocative dance during which she removed all of her clothes. I was harder than hard when she joined me in bed, and the feel of her warm, soft lips on my cock nearly triggered an orgasm. I struggled to hold back, relishing the feel of her velvety lips wetly sliding up and down my cock. Every so often, she would swoop down on me, the whole length of my shaft disappearing in her mouth in a maneuver that made me gasp in surprise and delight. She didn t ignore my balls, either, munching hungrily on them, sucking them hotly for a while before returning her attention to my throbbing hard on.

At my urging, Meredith positioned herself so that I could eat her as she ate me. For a few moments, I simply stared at the perfect pussy hovering above me as I ran my hands over her still firm bottom. Then I began my feast, sliding my tongue into the warm, wet folds of her sex. I heard Meredith moan softly around my cock, and then louder when I began laving her clitoris.

We continued like this for a while, each of us feasting on the other s sex, until Meredith suddenly lurched up and said, No more, Vincent. I need you inside me. Now. No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was straddling me, guiding my saliva slicked cock to her pussy and then driving down on it, impaling herself on the pole of flesh.

God, it was good to be inside her! The feel of her pussy so snug around my cock, and the sight of her in the throes of passion, face flushed, her hair whipping around as she posted on my cock, was just too much. As I started spurting, I saw Meredith s hand fly down to her pussy, where her fingers began furiously rubbing her clit, and seconds later she was crying out in orgasm.

Sorry, I said, minutes later as we relaxed on the bed. It s been awhile, and

Don t, Meredith said, smiling as she placed a finger over my lips. You ll make up for it next time, I know.

Next time?

She reached down and took hold of my limp cock. Like in, say, twenty minutes? With that, she slithered down the bed and took me in her mouth.

Meredith s magic soon had me ready for action, and this time, at her request, we did it doggy style. With Meredith crouched low, her long hair fanned out over the pillow, her bottom thrust up in the air, I stroked in and out of her pussy as she grunted and groaned with pleasure. Holding myself in check, I succeeded in bringing Meredith to a sizzling orgasm before spilling my seed inside her burning pussy.

See, what did I tell you? Meredith grinned as we cuddled in the afterglow of orgasm. I think we make a pretty good team.

A pretty good team? I ll say. Here it is, three months to the day that we met, and we re still going strong. Neither one of us can believe how lucky we are, and we re certain that our experience with the personal ads is probably not the norm. But to those people who are thinking about seeking someone through the personals, Meredith and I say, Go for it! You never know.

Mr. Vince H., Minneapolis, Minnesota

Recently, my life took what I ll call an interesting cyber turn. I d placed personals in local papers with no luck. I went on dates and usually had a pleasant time, but I somehow wound up feeling more lonely afterward.

Well, when I finally broke down and bought myself a PC, all that changed. After subscribing to one of the big online services, I was no longer lonely. I d trapped into a transcontinental community and I community daily with my new modem pals. I posted my opinions on bulletin boards, socialized in chat rooms and, when someone particularly intrigued me, I communicated more privately by e mail. I began to get messages from people who were reading my stuff on the boards and recognizing my name in chat, and it started me thinking.

Should I really put myself out there? Should I advertise myself with an online personal ad? It struck me as being even more like a lonely hearts club than those ads in ink and newsprint. Ah, what the hell, I thought, and I composed myself an ad.

BOSTON PARTIER NOT INTO TEA. SWM, 34, tall, decent looking, gainfully employed but painfully single, seeks caffeine addict to share crossword puzzles, shopping excursions, Scrabble and the smell of salt air.

I posted it to the East Coast board and waited for the women to overload the system, secretly hoping I would hear from that acerbic sales rep, or that clever advertising exec, or that woman with the amazing vocabulary.

I made myself wait 24 hours before I logged on again, and when I did, my mailbox was empty! I frantically menu selected my way over to the East Coast board and looked for messages under my ad. Yahoo! Twelve responses! I scanned through them looking for the networkers I was familiar with and, sure enough, a few were there. The one that immediately caught my eye read:

Dear Boston Partier: Clue for 1 Across? Lonely traveling saleswoman who knows all about Going Down if you ll fill in the Across. I ll make the coffee while you set up the Scrabble board. I m usually in the Flirt Room between 6 and 7 p.m. Come find me!

And it was signed Desiringly Yours, Claire. Claire was the acerbic sales rep I d been e mailing. I quickly got over to the Flirt room to see if she was indeed in there flirting. Her suggestive note was, if nothing else, flirtatious. The guest tally was twenty two, almost a capacity crowd, and I immediately jumped on, adding Hello, calling all crossworders! A few disjointed messages scrolled by, answers to questions I had missed, I assumed, but still no sign of Claire. Finally, her name came on the screen, followed by Anyone Going Down? Geez, she is a flirt, I thought. Was I the only one she was being cyber suggestive with?

I thought it safer to start out on the board, so I typed Did someone say Going Down? Almost immediately, her response scrolled up: Coffee s on. Come on in. I considered that to be a personal invitation, so I e mailed her a more personal response: Hello, Claire. Thank you for answering my ad. Sorry to hear that you re lonely. Perhaps I could be of some service.

Soon we were rapidly e mailing back and forth, and before I knew it, Claire was asking for my phone number. I was hesitant, but only for a moment, or at least until Claire s I ll be in your area over the weekend message came up. That did it. I madly typed in my home number, telling her I couldn t wait to meet her.

We met for drinks that Friday evening and things went incredibly well. We walked along the waterfront afterward, to enjoy the scent of the sea, and I felt so comfortable with her that I bravely wrapped my arm around her small waist. She responded by giving me a passionate kiss. My cock had been ready to go ever since I d laid eyes on her tiny, tight muscular body, and when she hugged me, I m sure she could detect my desire for her.

I have the most wonderful hotel suite overlooking the water. What do you say we take advantage of the fruit basket they put out for me? What a civilized advance! I nodded as she kissed me again. We walked to her hotel, stopping at a liquor store for a bottle of cheap wine and a box of water crackers. I knew I wouldn t be able to eat even one cracker, but wine always warms me up not that I needed warming up, at that point!

While Claire slipped out of her mackinaw and scarf, I poured us two plastic hotel cups of wine and went out onto the patio. It had a spectacular view of the harbor. Claire came up behind me, sliding her hands along my ass and then around my waist. She was inches from my erection and it was straining toward her touch. Then, right there on the breezy patio, Claire unzipped my slacks, slipped her hands into my boxers and gave my cock a good squeeze. She ran her fingers up and down my shaft and caressed the rock hard head, her fingers sliding across the bead of pre come that had formed at the tip. There was no denying it, this woman had me hot as hell.

Turn around, she whispered, and I did as instructed. Claire knelt down on the cool cement floor, still in her corduroys and turtleneck, and proceeded to suck my cock deep into her throat. I began counting backward from a hundred to distract myself I wanted this blowjob to last and I was already on the edge.

Claire tongued me delicately, then pumped once or twice with her small hand, and then she took me deep, all the way down her throat, alternating from one technique to another. God, she was great! My cock was so hard it hurt, and I knew I would soon be letting loose a powerful load. I gently held Claire s head and really started pumping, just seconds away from climax. She took in every inch of me it was incredible!

All of a sudden I was coming and coming, groaning as I pumped my huge load into Claire s upturned mouth. She gulped down every drop and then held my cock in her mouth until finally I pulled out. She sure did know all about Going Down!

The rest of our night was filled with wine, sea mist and lovemaking like I hadn t experienced in ages. I left just as the sun was coming up so that Claire could get ready for her morning sales meeting. The next time I heard from her was by e mail. She said she d be back in Boston soon and wanted to know if I d ever played strip Scrabble. I replied that I hadn t, but that I was willing to learn!

Mr. Dante F., Boston, Massachusetts

Initially, I wasn t so quick to tell my friends I was browsing the personal ads in search of a new boyfriend. I could just see them raising their eyebrows disapprovingly. I know that a lot of people frown on the mere mention of meeting someone through the personals. I did. I imagined weirdos frantic to hook up with other weirdos. But I don t consider myself a weirdo, and I wasn t in the mood to be judged.

I d been extremely busy at work, without any spare time for myself, let alone a boyfriend. And the men I did meet didn t pique my interest. But my workload was beginning to ease up and I really wanted to meet someone new. On the train ride home from work one day, I was reading New York magazine and turned to the personals, curious to see if I d be attracted to any of the anonymous men in the ads. I noticed that a good number of the people were Jewish, and I wondered why there were so many of us in these pages. Most of the ads sounded like they came from intelligent folks, and this put me a little at ease with the idea. Had I really decided to do this?

One graphic designer sounded desirable, only he was a little too young for me twenty seven. Then I saw the ad for a Handsome Jewish Dentist/Songwriter and thought, now that sounds interesting. He had a few years on me, but I tend to like older men. Suddenly I became so excited that I wrote a clever note back to him right there on the train! When I got home, I picked out what I thought was the most flattering picture of me and threw it and the note into an envelope. Before I could change my mind, I ran down to the mailbox, knowing full well that the last mail pickup had been at five.

To cut this short, Jonathan, as I later came to know him, liked my response and photo better than any of the others he had received. We planned a date for brunch, and we hit it off from the start. He said I looked even better in person, and I was relieved to find him to be quite handsome, as he had promised.

Things went fast after that. Jonathan and I had been dating for only a couple of weeks, but I felt I had known him much longer. He came to know me intimately, although not in the physical sense not yet. And I already knew everything about him, from family stuff to learning that he likes to hum the jingle from the Pellegrino commercial while working on his patients mouths. I suddenly felt so close to this man that I knew I wanted to share more with him.

One night we were kissing and cuddling in his living room when I whispered in his ear, Jonathan, make love to me. I knew he was already hard because I had felt the bulge in his pants rub up against my thigh. I even stroked him there with my fingers to let him know I meant business. He responded with a passionate kiss as his hands started to grope my ample breasts. A hot sensation rushed through me with the welcome touch of his hands. Jonathan slowly started unbuttoning my shirt as my breathing became labored. He cupped my braless breasts and lowered his mouth to suck and kiss them.

True . . . I hadn t had a man in a while, but I certainly hadn t forgotten how I like to be touched. Jonathan knew all the right places instinctively. What more could I have asked for? So tenderly did he bathe my large nipples, but with the slightest bit of raw hunger. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The sexual tension had been building ever since the day we met.

I couldn t hold back the floodwaters any longer. I undid Jonathan s pants and pulled his hard on out of his underwear. It was long and slender in my hand, and although I thought I would have a little difficulty fitting it all down my throat, I was certainly up to the challenge. It had been almost a year since I d had a cock in my mouth.

I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger and eased his face away from my breasts. Then, with a hungry mouth, I dove for his cock. I think I caught him off guard because he gasped and fell back onto his elbows. Lucky for him his living room floor is carpeted.

Jonathan s cock got halfway into my mouth in the first swoop, but I wanted to linger at his mushroom tip for a while. My tongue skated along its underside before reaching the slit. There I licked up a droplet of his tasty pre come, causing him to moan. A little more of the sticky substance issued out, and Jonathan watched intently as I spread it all over his cockhead with the tip of my tongue. He really liked that. Then I sucked hard and started to bob on his cock, taking a little more of it in each time I went down.

Pretty soon, my throat had accommodated his long organ. Jonathan was even pumping his pelvis now, and I knew he was going to shoot his load at any moment. With my nose buried in the fresh scent of his dark pubic hair, I felt him tense, signaling his quick to follow orgasm. After I d taken all he had to give, he collapsed onto his back, perspiration coating his face and neck.

I helped Jonathan recover by masturbating for him. Holding my breasts high in my hands, I reached out my tongue to lick the areolas something I d mastered one lonely night. He seemed to enjoy this little trick, as he again leaned on his elbows to watch. As I played with my breasts, I kept a watchful eye on Jonathan s hardening cock. My pussy was aching with desire by this time, and I longed to feel my sexy new man inside me.

With his lovely cock fully hard now, Jonathan climbed on top of me, easing me onto my back. He pulled down my panties and placed the tip of his cock at my pussy, rubbing it in circles around my slick folds. Then he plunged into me. I let out a gasp as he entered so deeply. Oh, yes, I screamed out, as he fucked me. When I raised my legs, Jonathan gripped me behind the thighs, holding me there, as he continued to thrust into me. Arching my back, I started moaning. I slid a finger down to my clitoris to rub it.

And then I was coming like a storm. Later on I d be amazed by the way I let myself go thrashing my head back and forth, carrying on like I never had before. I guess I just never felt that comfortable with anyone else. And the icing on the cake was having Jonathan come inside my pussy for the first time.

I m grateful for having responded to his ad it s really worked out well. Jonathan still promises me a go around in his dentist chair. Thank you, New York magazine!

Ms. Leah K., Brooklyn, New York

I used to read the personals as a joke. I got a kick out of the way people described themselves. They all sounded the same: “Single male (female) seeking someone to take long walks on the beach with me and enjoy candlelight dinners for two.” How boring, I thought. Also, it didn t seem very honest.

One day, though, I was drawn to an ad that sent shivers up and down my spine. The straightforward approach of this personal sang to me, and I was persuaded to answer it. As a first time participant, I learned the rules of the game as I went along. I called the number of the paper and was instructed by a computer to enter the four digit code number of the man in whom I was interested so that I could leave a message on his voice mail. I left my name and number and explained that I was intrigued by his ad and thought it might be fun to join him on “his quest for sexual adventure.” I left my phone number and waited for a response.

One week later, the sexy voice I recognized from the recording asked for me by name over the phone. I had just walked in the door and was in the process of getting undressed, and I told him so. We properly introduced ourselves and soon were laughing and having a wonderful conversation. I explained that I was in my mid twenties and that I had always been a good little girl, but was now eager to leave my inhibitions behind and find a partner willing to experiment with me.

The conversation became very flirtatious and sexual, and Kenneth and I agreed that we would not describe our appearance to one another to keep things suspenseful. We both claimed to be attractive, and since I was telling the truth, I hoped that he was, too. I am a tall blonde with long legs and a voluptuous figure that I keep firm by working out at a gym three times a week. I had no doubt that he would find me attractive. He was full of confidence in himself, too.

We decided to meet the next Friday at a popular bar. I was about to ask him how we would find each other when he said he would find me. I offered to wear something that would give him a clue, like a red scarf or something, but he insisted that it was not necessary. The conversation ended and I was left full of questions about how he would find me.

A day before our scheduled meeting, I received a package in the mail. I opened it to find a gift, finely wrapped in shiny paper with a note enclosed.

The note read: “Dear Krista, Please accept this gift as a reminder of what is to come tomorrow night. You might want to wear these for our first rendezvous. Looking forward to meeting you, Kenneth.” I opened the box to find a pair of soft leather black panties trimmed in lace. They were wrapped in plastic and the tag on it said, “Remote Control Panties.” Remote control?

I stared at the small piece of fabric that I held in my hand in astonishment. I had heard of them before. Nicole, a good friend of mine, had told me all about them after having an orgasmic dinner with her husband, Mike, when he bought her a pair for her birthday. She swore that they were the hottest new sex toy on the market and that no couple should be without a pair. But there was no remote control in the box. When I realized that Kenneth had the remote, I smiled. Now I knew how he would pick me out in a crowd.

I prepared for our meeting by creaming up my skin with scented lotions and pinning my hair up so that Kenneth could touch the smooth skin of my shoulders. I dressed in a small black dress that matched the magic panties underneath. As I felt the panties against my pussy lips and examined the T back I remembered what Nicole had told me: “The secret is the vibrating bullet encased within the crotch of the panties.” At that moment I was wishing I could try them out before wearing them in public, but there was no way of turning them on or off without the remote. I wondered what it would feel like.

We had decided to meet at nine o clock, but I got there a little early because I wanted to be sure I got a place at the bar. I wanted to be sitting down so it wouldn t be as obvious that I was expecting someone. I was very into his game and, though I was curious to meet him, I wanted the excitement and anticipation to last as long as possible.

I was almost done with my first glass of red wine when a sudden soft motion in my panties startled me enough to start my heart racing. Because of Nicole s description, I knew Kenneth had to be within twenty five feet of me for the device to work. I tried to stay unruffled and not look around furiously. Instead, I casually sat there and enjoyed the vibrating on my lips and clit, glancing nonchalantly over my shoulder to see if anyone seemed to be looking for someone.

The soft vibrations became more expeditious and intense. My juices stirred and I tried to hum in place of moaning. I knew that Kenneth was watching me like a hawk, most likely with a stiff cock and broad smile.

Before I knew it, I was truly aroused and struggling not to squirm on the bar stool. I crossed my legs, but that just made the panties press closer and harder on my clit. The heat from between my thighs began to show on my face as I shot a breath of warm air toward my forehead and sent my bangs flying off my face. I needed to see the man who was pleasing me from afar.

If he could do this from a distance, what would he be capable of in the flesh! That thought was too much to handle. I tried to control it, but there was no turning back. Just as I felt the heat within me about to erupt, the vibrations stopped a second too late, and I experienced the orgasm that had been building up inside me right there on the stool. At the same time, I felt a large, strong hand on my shoulder. I convulsed ever so quietly and subtly under his palm.

For a second I was a little nervous to turn around and meet him face to face. He leaned in and whispered my name in my ear. I nodded, still not making eye contact, until he spun my stool around and forced his tongue into my mouth with such passion that my arms automatically slipped around his neck.

I opened my eyes and took a look at him. Kenneth s deep brown eyes looked back at me to see if I approved of what I saw. He was more than I had hoped for, with hair to match his eyes and a body that matched my taste. After taking a deep breath, I took him by his muscular arm and led him out of the crowded bar to a small deserted park.

I was ready to start us on the “quest for sexual adventure” that we were both seeking. For the first time in my life I let go of my concerns and fears and went along with the longings of my body.

There was no one around, so I sat him down on a well hidden park bench. I unzipped his pants to find his thick shaft was rock hard and ready to enter me. Standing in front of him, I slid the infamous panties down my legs, stepped out of them, then placed the leather wonders into his hand.

Kenneth reached out for me and pulled me toward him, and I did not resist the urge to impale myself on his cock. Slowly, I rode up and down his shaft as he leaned back on the bench, with my hands pinching his nipples and my eyes not straying from his. On the brink of orgasm, he held onto my hips and tried to manipulate me to increase my rhythm, but I was not ready for him to let go.

With my legs wrapped around his back, I held onto him tight and ran my hands along his face as he pulled down my dress to suck on my erect nipples. He bit my earlobes gently and I heard and felt his heavy breathing on the back of my neck. Goose bumps rose on that side of my body and I was overcome with energy as I increased the speed and intensity of my movements.

The closer he came to coming, the closer he pulled me near him. We came together in a tight embrace on the park bench. The explosion of his hot cream on my inner walls was heaven.

Afterward, he kissed me softly and took me home, where I spent the rest of the night contemplating what other sexual adventures I could have with Kenneth.

Well, he and I have shared many nights of ecstasy since that first exciting encounter. We have learned so much about each other and ourselves sexually. And to think it all started with me answering a personal ad.

Ms. Krista W., Manassas, Virginia

I don t generally make a habit of reading the personal ads that appear in our local newspaper. My friend Tina, on the other hand, reads them every day and then calls me if she finds someone she thinks that I might like. Usually I just ignore her, but this one time was different.

We had met at a cafe to drink cappuccino and exchange gossip. As usual, Tina had a newspaper with her.

“Hey, Susan, I think this one s looking for you. Didn t you say that you were tired of those sensitive types?” Tina circled something on the page she was reading and passed it to me. Noticing that it was the personals, I tried to give it back to her.

“You know I don t read that stuff,” I replied. “Besides, nobody in there tells the truth. If they re really so perfect, why do they have to place ads?”

“Just read it,” she urged. “It can t hurt to look.” I took the newspaper from her begrudgingly.

“Successful entrepreneur with bodybuilder s physique seeking attractive female for lifting partner and then some. Prefers monster truck rallies to walks on the beach, Budweiser to martinis, Van Halen to Mozart. If you re looking for a real man, call ext. 3522.”

I wouldn t admit it to Tina, but I actually was intrigued by the ad. She was right about one thing I had been getting tired of the sensitive type, the kind of guy who acts like he understands your every want and need, but is just trying to get you into bed. It would be nice to meet someone who wasn t afraid to be himself and let me know what he really wanted. Besides, I had just started a weight training program, and if we didn t hit it off, at least I could pick up a few tips.

When we left the cafe, I grabbed the paper Tina had left behind when she wasn t looking. I called the voice mail that night and left a message describing myself. The phone rang the next evening.

“Hi, Susan, this is Brett. You know, from the personals.” He had a sexy voice, deep and resonant. If he looks half as good as he sounds, I remember thinking, this may be alright. As we talked, he told me more about himself. It turned out that he owned his own construction company in a town close to where I live and actually belonged to my gym, although he usually went to a different branch. We hit it off fairly well and made plans to meet at a bar the following Friday. He asked how he would recognize me, and I told him that I m not hard to miss, being a towering five feet eight inches tall with flaming red hair.

Friday night arrived and I got to the bar a bit early, so he could find me when he came in. He noticed me almost immediately and slid into the booth, shaking my hand as he introduced himself. I was pleased to discover that he was taller than I am, and that he hadn t lied about his bodybuilder s physique. He had a broad, muscular chest and biceps that bulged out of his short sleeves. Through the tight material of his white t shirt I could discern the outline of his perfectly formed six pack. I hoped that he was as good as he looked, in more ways than one.

I had dressed carefully for the occasion, not wanting to look too eager but still hoping to impress. He seemed pleased with what he saw, taking in the little bit of cleavage apparent at the neck of my V neck sweater and the way it clung to my breasts. As we checked each other out the waiter came by. We ordered a couple of beers and started talking.

Eventually the conversation turned to dating histories, and from there it took a turn to a frank discussion of our sex lives. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy when I felt a foot inching up my stockinged leg. I peeked under the table and sure enough, Brett had slipped off his suede loafer and was slowly making his way toward my pussy. He noticed my downward glance and raised his eyebrows, as though asking for my permission. In response I opened my legs wider, allowing him better access to my now moist cunt. My breathing got heavy as I tried to remain composed, which was difficult with Brett s talented toes massaging my pussy.

I was close to coming when the waiter stopped by and asked if there were anything else we wanted. Clearing his throat, Brett pulled his foot away and asked for the check. Disappointed, I glanced at Brett after the waiter had departed, hoping he would notice my frustration and continue with what he had been doing. Instead, he arose and pulled me toward him, pressing his sizable bulge against my body as he gave me a long, deep kiss and suggested we leave. He didn t have to tell me what we would be doing next. The only question I had was whether it would be his place or mine.

Brett took control of the situation, leading me to his Porsche parked outside the bar. He drove to his apartment so fast it took my breath away, and we were barely through the door before we were leaving a trail of clothes behind us as we hurried toward the bedroom.

When we were completely naked, Brett picked me up in his arms and placed me on one side of his king size bed. It rippled beneath me as I sank into it, the warmth of the heated water enveloping my already hot body. Brett lay down beside me, causing small waves to roll across the mattress. The heat and motion intensified the sensations that I was already feeling, and I couldn t wait to feel Brett s large, rough hands roaming over my body.

Luckily, I didn t have long to wait. Brett rolled over on his side and drew me toward him for a kiss. As his tongue slid into my mouth, searching out mine, I could feel his rock hard cock poking against my leg. I snaked my hand down to touch his hardness at the same time he ran his hand over my breasts, lingering at my nipples before trailing down over my stomach and into the thatch covering my pussy. He didn t delve right in but took his time, moving from my mound to my thigh, down my legs, then back over my buttocks and up my back.

He explored every inch of my body with his caresses as I did the same to him. Finally, he made his way back to my pussy, letting his hand rest there as he enjoyed the motions of my hand over his prick, which seemed to get harder as I stroked him. His eyes followed my hand as I wiped the pre come from the tip of his cock with a fingertip and brought it to my lips for a taste.

Mimicking my movements, Brett slid his finger between the slippery lips of my pussy and touched it to his tongue. The flavor must have pleased him, because he parted my knees with his strong hands and positioned himself between my legs to feast on the juices that had been welling in my pussy since we left the bar.

I moaned with pleasure as he sucked on the moist folds of my cleft, keeping a firm hold on my hips as they began to rise off the bed. He flicked his tongue over my throbbing clitoris, causing it to harden and twitch. It wasn t long before the muscles in my cunt were contracting and I was crying out, grasping his head firmly between my thighs. He looked up at me and smiled, his face glossed with my juices, as he continued with his fingers. The pressure on my pussy was almost too much, and when he inserted his thick thumb into my tight hole I exploded all over again, this time with even greater power than that of my first orgasm.

Brett maneuvered his body back up next to mine, kissing me tenderly. The saltiness of my juices was strong on his tongue as he slid it into my hungry mouth. My cunt was moist with a mixture of my own fluids and those from his mouth, and I slipped my hand between my still quivering folds to collect some on my fingertips. I lubricated his waiting cock, dipping back in for more until he was glistening with my moisture.

Brett began to moan as I stroked his damp cock, and he placed one hand over my pussy while playing with my erect nipples with the other. I felt myself beginning to come again, but this time I wanted Brett to come with me, inside me. I wanted to feel that huge cock filling me, pounding away at my cunt, his balls slapping against my ass. I didn t know how he could hold out so long, and soon I was begging him to fuck me. Without a moment s hesitation he complied.

Rolling me over onto my stomach, Brett propped me up on my knees, placing himself between my spread legs. The coolness of the brass headboard felt good in my hands as I held onto it for support. He positioned his cock at the mouth of my cunt, nudging softly as he bent over my body. Grasping my breasts and pushing into me, he inserted only the first inch of his prick into my waiting vagina, teasing me into a frenzy. Unable to stand it, I pressed back against him, impelling him to fill my cunt, sheathing his throbbing member with my warm inner flesh.

With his cock now firmly embedded in my pussy, Brett lost all resolve and began to fuck me in earnest. He held onto the firm globes of my ass as he thrust into me, then drew his stiff rod back out, withdrawing almost entirely. He drove into me as I once again leaned back toward his hips, loving the feel of his cock as it filled me to the root, his curly hairs tickling my backside. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that I had only before experienced with more familiar lovers, making it feel as though we had done this many times before.

As Brett s cock slid in and out with gaining momentum I clenched the muscles of my pussy around him, squeezing him tightly. He responded to my efforts and began to thrash into me with greater intensity, my cunt now contracting on its own accord as I began coming once again. I wanted Brett to come with me, so I reached around and grasped his balls, feeling them pulse in my palm as I fondled him. This was the last straw for Brett.

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed my hips and held me tightly against him as he erupted, filling me with his hot come. His cock throbbed in my tight passage as I shook against him with one final orgasm, grinding my ass into his pelvis. As he shot the last of his seed into my cunt he kissed the back of my neck, licking off some of the sweat that had accumulated there.

We fell back onto the bed, tired and happy, as Brett s spent cock slid out of me. As I drifted off to sleep, I remember thinking that I would have to call Tina and thank her for the tip, and for not taking this one for herself. It s five years later and I m still thanking her, as I sit writing this while I watch my husband laying the foundation for our first home together.

Ms. Susan A., Madison, New Jersey

That was the personal ad I couldn t stop thinking about as I flew to California, ostensibly on business but with pleasure on my mind. The letters in Variations from men who watched their wives fuck other guys had always intrigued me, simply because it was one of the few adventures I hadn t experienced in my ongoing pursuit of sexual pleasure.

A few days before my flight to L.A. was due to leave, having nothing better to do, I popped into my local adult video and book store. Together with a couple of hot looking tapes, I picked up a glossy swingers magazine, more out of curiosity than anything else. I stuffed it into my attach case, thinking I d look at it during the flight.

Well, no sooner was the plane in the air than I thought about the magazine, discreetly pulled it out, and began to leaf through it. There were articles on the swinging lifestyle, a feature on the newest club to open in the Midwest and provocative photos aplenty. But what drew my attention were the personals, arranged by state, in the back of the magazine. From Alabama to Wisconsin, swinging guys, gals and couples were looking for like minded souls for sexual adventure.

My eyes flitted from state to state, finally landing on California. And there, third one down, was the ad that seemed to be tailor made for me. Virile? Disease free? Nonsmoker? I was all that, and attractive to boot. I was definitely the right man for the job, and as I was en route to California on business, I had to credit fate with giving me the opportunity to apply for it.

Once in L.A., it was several days before I had the time to focus on what I had come to call “my ad.” And when I did, I started having some second thoughts. What if, I wondered, the “thirty year old, slim blonde beauty” described in the ad was not as advertised? Comforted by the realization that there would be a face to face before anything else transpired, I picked up the hotel room phone and set in motion the process which, two nights later, found me sitting at a corner table in a quiet tavern waiting to meet the couple in “my ad.”

Well, my expectations were exceeded, certainly as far as Diane was concerned. She was indeed a slim blonde beauty, tall, perhaps five feet eight, with shoulder length hair framing a clear complected face, warm blue eyes and an engaging smile. My cock was on the rise inside my pants even before she sat down at the table. Hubby Roger was not half bad himself. He was about my height, six feet, with a slim build and friendly face. And I guessed him to be around my age, thirty two. So far so good.

And it got even better as we talked over drinks, studiously avoiding, it seemed to me, the reason we were there in the first place. But that was good, for in talking about nonsexual things, like jobs, hobbies, living accommodations, sports, we were able to glean from our conversation, some insight into each other s personality. Slowly but surely we were forming a kind of bond, establishing a trust, becoming increasingly comfortable, Diane and Roger with me, and me with them.

Eventually, of course, our general conversation turned specific. Very. Diane signaled this turn in the road by placing a hand over mine on the table and smiling. Then, looking at her husband, she said, “Darling, I like Kenneth a lot. I think he s the man for us.” Diane and Roger then went into some detail about their special sexual turn on and how long they d been enjoying it, none of which I paid much attention to, as I was busy contemplating the numerous ways I d fuck Diane while Roger looked on. Finally, with my cock seemingly ready to bust through my pants, Roger suggested we return to their home for, as he put it, “the evening s entertainment.”

At Diane s urging, I got into the back seat of the Camry with her while Roger slipped in behind the wheel. No sooner had her husband steered the car into traffic than Diane was snuggling close to me, one hand groping the bulge in my pants while she breathed dirty words into my ear. This continued during the drive to their home in the suburbs, with Roger smiling happily as he checked out the action in the rearview mirror.

In the tastefully appointed living room of their ranch style house, as if following a familiar routine, Roger went to the bar to make drinks for him and me while Diane headed for the master bedroom. Perhaps fifteen minutes later, she called out, “Ready when you are, gentlemen.” Roger stood and with a smile said, “Shall we?”

We entered the large bedroom to find Diane stark naked on the bed, one hand squeezing a breast while the other played between her spread legs. “You are one hot piece of ass,” Roger said proudly, as he went to take a seat in a small armchair in the corner. “Thank you, darling,” Diane said. “Now get nice and comfy and watch Kenneth fuck your slutty wife.” Roger chuckled and then nodded at me. I was out of my clothes in record time.

As soon as I joined Diane in bed, she pointed me in the right direction. “Eat me, Kenny, baby. I love to be eaten.” Only too happy to oblige, I plastered my face to Diane s already soaking pussy and proceeded to feast. As my tongue swirled over her sex, dipping into that heavenly cove to scoop up her flowing juices and tapping on her clitoris, Diane crooned her gratitude.

Soon it was all I could do to hold her in place. Her hips were in constant motion, squirming and bucking, as she expressed her appreciation of my technique with gasps, grunts and squeals. At one point I sneaked a peek at Roger over in the corner. Sure enough, he had taken his cock out and was idly stroking it, intense concentration etched on his face as he watched me chow down on his wife s pussy.

And then Diane was coming, her hands flying down to my head to hold it hard against her as she exploded in orgasm. As her hips came up off the bed, I plunged a finger into her asshole. This wrenched a cry of surprise and delight from Diane and detonated a second explosion of pleasure within her. Still quivering, she fell back onto the bed with a contented sigh.

“Oh, he s good, darling,” she said finally, looking up at me. “He s very good.” Roger, noting the impressive erection I was sporting, asked his wife if she wanted to suck on it. “Oh please, may I, darling? I want it down my throat so badly.” This went on for a few minutes and I came to realize it was a kind of game they played, with Roger teasing his wife, making her beg for another man s cock. Finally, Roger gave the okay and Diane leaped into action.

As she slavered over my cock and balls making strange little animal like noises, I tried to remember if I d ever had a blowjob performed with more enthusiasm. I hadn t. Diane s obvious passion for fellatio was matched by her skill at it. Her mouth was like a velvety vacuum, sucking me in, her tongue gliding gracefully all over the pulsing shaft. She tended to my balls, too, swabbing each with her tongue, sucking one, then the other into her famished mouth. I was close to shooting my load when Roger called out. “Don t come yet.” His voice was choked with lust. “Fuck her now. Give it to her good, you hear me.”

Diane immediately flipped over onto her back and threw her legs in the air. Holding open her drenched pussy lips, she demanded that I “ram it in deep.” I did just that, of course, driving balls deep into her creamy center in one sure, solid thrust. Diane cried out with joy and then wrapped her arms and legs around me in something akin to a death grip as I proceeded to pound her pussy unmercifully. A stream of dirty words flowed from her lips as I fucked her with all the skill at my command. In and out, hard and fast, it went on until I heard Roger shout. “Doggy! Fuck her from behind!”

Gasping for breath, I pulled out of Diane and watched as she quickly got into position. I stole another glance at Roger. He looked like a man possessed, with one hand hotly gripping a cock ready to spew while the other held tight to the arm of the chair. You could almost see the sparks shooting from his eyes. “Do it,” he growled.

Without further delay I rammed into Diane, grabbing hold of her hips as I plowed her pussy from behind. Within moments she was coming, slamming her ass back into me as she howled with pleasure. In the haze of my lust, I heard Roger s strained voice ordering me to come on his wife s face. As if on cue, Diane spun around and, closing her eyes, presented her face as a kind of offering. I let it go then, a savage groan erupting from my throat as I spilled my creamy seed all over Diane s cheeks, lips and chin. At the end, with semen dripping onto her breasts, she took me into her mouth to suck the last drops out of my cock. From the corner of the room I heard a groan and looked over at Roger, just in time to see him coming all over his hand.

Unexpected business problems requiring my undivided attention prevented me from accepting Roger s invitation to fuck Diane again while I was in L.A. Disappointed, he made me promise that I d give them a ring the next time I was in town. It s a promise I have every intention of keeping.

Mr. Kenneth Y., Chicago, Illinois