My wife, Helen, is English, but she hadn’t been back to England in many years, so we decided to honeymoon in London. Being interested in British history and literature, I had always wanted to visit England, London particularly, and to journey there with my beautiful wife made the trip all the more special.

Our first day there was heavy on the tourist side. We visited the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace and Piccadilly Circus, among other places. The morning hours came with the fog England is so famous for, but by afternoon the sun came out and it was a great day. Since it was our honeymoon, sightseeing was not the only thing on my mind, and Helen and I exchanged amorous looks throughout the day. We even managed to pause for some heavy kissing and petting when no one was near as we filed through the Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey.

By nightfall our feet were tired and our loins were on fire. We returned to our Soho hotel and snuggled on a loveseat, taking in the spectacular view of Big Ben. We sipped the champagne I had ordered up and began to exchange soft kisses and tender caresses. Our temperatures rose and I fondled her small breasts and she languorously traced circles on my growing bulge.

“Let’s go to bed,” Helen whispered in my ear, her breath hot. I took her by the hand and we adjourned to our king size bed with its wonderfully soft mattress. Then, as we undressed and slid between the sheets, the changeable English weather provided us a special treat when it began to rain, the drops gently tapping against the windowpanes.

Helen and I held each other tight, my erection poking into her stomach, her hand encircling it gingerly. We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing together in an erotic tango. I then began to kiss and bite at her ears and neck, methodically making my way down her shoulders until her succulent breasts were within my tongue’s reach. As I sucked her nipples Helen groaned and clutched the back of my head with one hand, the other lightly scratching my back with her long nails, sending shivers down my spine.

After a few twists and turns and heated kisses, I was on top of her in a sixty nine position, my cock in her mouth, my tongue in her cunt. She was quite wet, and her juices made a pungent and heady aroma, which filled my nostrils and inspired me to lick her with hunger. With two fingers plunged deep within her canal, I flicked my tongue against her clitoris, and after a few convulsive moments, Helen came, my erection still in her mouth.

I held her close as she came down from her tremulous orgasm. I hadn’t come yet and she knew it, so she sat astride me and slipped my yearning hard on into the warmth of her pocket. Then she began to undulate atop me, driving herself down on my lance, until we fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

I always marvel at how wonderful it feels to be inside of Helen, how perfect it all seems, and this time was no exception. I lay back and watched the expression of joy on her face as she pounded down on me. This vision, combined with the sensuous sounds of rainfall, and finally, the peals of Big Ben in the distance, set me off in an orgasm that will be hard to top. I shot stream after stream of come into her precious depths, and then held her tight until we both drifted off to sleep.

These are special memories. We now plan to make a trip to London a once a year event.

Mr. R.G., Arizona

Weekends, how I love them. In fact, I live for them. I work as a secretary in a busy insurance office in New York City, and by five o’clock on Friday afternoon I’m ready to circular file my typewriter and my boss. But this overworked Gal Friday has found a cure, albeit a temporary one, for the frazzled nerves and washed out feeling brought on by a hectic workweek it’s called Escape to the Country.

Whenever possible, I get away for the whole weekend, but usually my mini holiday is a one day trip upstate where I unwind amid the calm and beauty of the country. I’ve always been particularly fond of the Hudson Valley region of New York State, with its rolling hills and sleepy, pretty villages. So when I read of a crafts village that was blooming in the area, I hopped into my escape mobile and took off, eager to once again taste life’s simpler joys and this time perhaps return with a few handcrafted pieces for my apartment. I was not disappointed.

Crafts shops lined both sides of the main street, and it was like stepping back in time as I watched men and women working with leather, wood and clay to create beautiful objects. But it was the ruggedly handsome blacksmith who captured my interest.

As I watched Guy at work, all I could think about was play. I couldn’t remember ever being so attracted to a man. Happily, his interest matched mine, and when the other browsers had gone and we were alone he wasted no time stating his intentions. “I’m closing for an hour at three,” he said. “Come back then, okay?”

It was more than okay, and at 3:05 I was on my knees in the cozy room in the back that he called home hungrily sucking on what I had known all along would be a big, juicy cock. I seldom succumb so quickly, but that afternoon, for a fabulous sixty minutes, I lost myself in lust. I wondered what the girls back at the office would say if they could see Ms. Busy Bee now, her face mashed into the musky crotch of a virtual stranger, his cock thrusting wildly in her mouth.

Guy had to pull me off his engorged member, and when he had me on my feet, his hand up under my summer dress and furiously rubbing my hot, soaking crotch, I was close to sobbing with need. “Do me, please,” I rasped. “Fuck me now.” I mashed my mouth against his and drove my tongue into his mouth.

Moments later, having shed his work shirt and jeans while I got rid of my dress and drenched underpants, Guy bent me over his bed and rammed his cock home. I came immediately, again while he was thrusting hard and fast into me, and then a third time when I felt his creamy seed spill into my grateful pussy.

I wanted more, as did Guy, and as soon as my mouth had revived his cock, I mounted him and rode us both to orgasm. We rested then, but only briefly, for this blacksmith with the bulging biceps and fantastic recuperative powers demanded my rear orifice. “A fitting end,” he said, “to our time together.” On my stomach, a pillow bunched under my hips, I wailed with pleasure as Guy fucked me in the ass and brought me to orgasm yet again.

Hanging in my bedroom, on the wall by the door, is a horseshoe. It’s the only thing I brought home from the crafts village.

Ms. A.K., New York

I would like to tell you about the fabulous vacation my wife and I took last February. We went to Barbados.

Our third night there, we were in the hotel bar having drinks when a very nice looking couple took the table next to ours. I kept my eyes on the female half of the couple because she had on a very short skirt and when she sat down you could see well above her knees. She was a well tanned brunette with an above average figure. The man with her was about my height, six feet two, and well dressed. He too had a good tan.

After a few minutes, my wife, Lucy, went to the ladies’ room. The woman I had been staring at followed her seconds later. The two women emerged from the rest room together, talking like old friends. Returning to our table, my wife introduced me to Bea, who asked if she and her husband, Jed, could join us. I said fine.

During the conversation that followed, it came out that Jed and Bea were from New Orleans and would be returning home the next day. After thirty minutes or so, Jed and Bea suggested we take our little party up to their room. My wife and I agreed.

Once in their room, our new friends turned the conversation toward more intimate matters. At one point, Jed said that he and his wife had a strong marriage and that neither one had placed sexual restrictions on the other. Whatever pleasure they took outside their marriage, however, they took together.

I began to realize what Jed was leading up to, and I looked at my wife. Neither one of us had engaged in extramarital sex, and I wondered if Jed’s talk was turning her off. To my surprise, she seemed genuinely interested in the couple’s lifestyle, and the liquor having loosened her tongue, she began asking them all kinds of questions. I had an idea that all the sex talk was dampening her panties.

After a while, Bea asked Jed and me to go out for some more liquor. When we returned about thirty minutes later, I got the shock of my life. Bea and my wife were stark naked and on the bed! Bea was sucking on one of Lucy’s tits while pumping several fingers in her pussy. Eyes closed, my wife let out a cry of delight and told Bea she was coming. When she calmed down and opened her eyes, she saw me and started to speak, but Bea silenced her with a kiss. Lucy responded by wrapping her arms around Bea’s back.

By this time my cock was ready to bust out of my pants. A grinning Jed suggested we undress and join our wives in bed. When Jed took off his briefs, I saw that he had a really big cock, somewhat thicker than mine and a good two inches longer. I saw my wife checking him out. We moved over to the bed, and Lucy looked at me as if seeking my approval. I kissed her and said that we should make this holiday the best ever by giving ourselves this special pleasure.

Bea moved over to kiss me, and with her tongue in my mouth, she started stroking and squeezing my rock hard cock. I looked over and saw that Jed was on top of my wife, kissing her passionately. Bea slithered down my body, licking my chest and stomach, until she arrived at my cock, which she stuffed in her mouth with a whimper of delight. Immediately I realized that Bea was an accomplished cocksucker, for she took my entire six inches down her throat. Never before had I experienced deep throating, and it was all I could do to keep from shooting my load right then and there into her.

Bea sucked my cock for less than a minute and then climbed on top of me, easing my turgid member up into her soaking pussy. She sat quietly, her pussy gently squeezing my hot cock, as she reached over and put a hand on her husband’s ass. Jed was preparing to mount my wife, and I wondered if she’d be able to handle his big cock. Lucy opened her legs wide as Jed slipped the head of his tool into her pussy.

“Easy, easy,” my wife gasped. “God, it’s so big.”

Bea started rocking back and forth on my cock as together we watched her husband ease his monster cock into my wife’s pussy. Lucy put her legs high in the air and her head rolled on the pillow as more and more of Jed’s organ was stuffed into her love hole. Finally he was all the way inside her, and she moaned, throwing her arms around his back. He started moving in her, and the sight of that giant cock stretching my wife’s pussy wide open and going deep inside her thrilled me to the core.

As Lucy moaned her approval of Jed’s cock, Bea started moving faster on me. She fell forward so I could take her succulent tits in my mouth. As I sucked on a pebble hard nipple, I heard my wife say, “Oh, God, it’s so fucking good. I’m so full of cock.” That, plus the feel of Bea’s pussy squeezing my cock, pushed me over the edge and I came. Bea came, too, mashing her lips on mine and driving her tongue into my mouth as pleasure engulfed her.

A few moments later, Jed let out a growl and I knew he was coming. My wife cried out that she was coming too, and from the expression on her flushed face, it was obvious that her orgasm was as intense as any she’d ever experienced. Jed rested atop Lucy for a moment and then pulled out of her. I couldn’t believe the amount of come that was running out of my wife’s gaping love hole.

And that was only the beginning of a fabulous night of sex. After we’d rested for a little while, we started in again. Grunts, groans and cries of delight erupted from my wife’s throat as Jed fucked her in every position. I have never seen her so turned on as she was that night. As for me, I will never forget Bea’s marvelous pussy and her mind blowing cocksucking. Lucy and I are still thanking our lucky stars that we decided to vacation in Barbados.

Mr. D.M., Maine

My wife and I have made friends with a fun couple who are very outgoing and sexually oriented. It was apparent right from the beginning that they were attracted to us physically. Ramona and I often fantasized during sex about threesomes or foursomes with them.

Recently we received an invitation from them to go on a kickback weekend to a resort hotel they frequented. We talked about it and decided that we would go. When we arrived we discovered that they had arranged for us to have suites adjacent to each other, with a doorway connecting them which was never closed once opened.

After supper the four of us went swimming in the pool and discussed what else? Sex. After quite a bit of rubbing, touching, flashing and sexual innuendos, we went back to our room and watched TV, after first pulling both beds together. All four of us lay down, with Ramona next to Jim and me next to Sheila.

When I could see that things were warming up, I told Jim that the two of us should take off our wet swimsuits to compare tans. Jim and I took off our suits and paraded around nude before lying down next to each other’s spouse. At this point, Ramona and Sheila decided that they didn’t want to be left out and started modeling their sexiest lingerie for us.

I could tell that Ramona was starting to heat up, and proof came when she asked me if I’d mind if she sucked Jim’s cock. About the same time Ramona started sucking Jim’s cock, Sheila slid on top of me and inserted my hard cock in her steaming pussy. Sheila is a beautiful blonde with large breasts, which she promptly started sticking in my mouth and hands.

Even though I was in complete heaven fucking Sheila, my attention invariably shifted back to Ramona and Jim. I could tell Ramona was really into sucking Jim’s cock. Jim finally pulled my wife away so he could eat her pussy. The sounds of delight that Ramona was making almost made me come right then and there.

After several minutes of this, Jim started sucking Ramona’s breasts while gently sliding his cock fully into her cunt, which made her groan out loud and wrap her legs around his body. This went on for quite some time, until Ramona rolled on top of Jim. She made very soft and sexy love to him, kissing him as she slid her wet pussy up and down his shaft. All of a sudden Ramona screamed out that she was coming. When she cried out, I got so hot and out of control that I came in Sheila, who continued to fuck me like she couldn’t get enough of my cock, which remained rock hard.

After coming, Ramona kept Jim inside her while they caressed each other, until she went back to sucking his cock. Jim finally turned Ramona over until she was facing away from him on all fours and proceeded to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. This dominant, macho style screwing from behind provides Ramona with her most powerful orgasms, and this time was no different.

After several minutes I heard my wife tell Jim that she wanted to perform one of her favorite acts. It was what I had hoped she’d ask for. She turned around and stuck her ass up in the air with her face on a pillow and asked Jim to fuck her in the ass. He obliged immediately, prompting me to pump a second load of cream into Sheila, who announced her orgasm a moment later. With Jim’s large cock stretching her asshole to the limit, Ramona screamed that she was coming again.

The four of us separated and slept contentedly with our respective spouses. The next morning all four of us discussed the activities of the preceding night and agreed that we had enjoyed it and would like to vacation together again soon!

On the way home, Ramona said that perhaps I had been right all this time and that maybe we should have an open marriage. She indicated that she’d had a truly tremendous time and found her love for me even stronger now than before. She also stated that she would like Jim and me to fuck her in the ass and pussy at the same time.

In addition, Ramona has promised to tell me all about her fantasies if she can act them out in real life. Needless to say, I’m all for it!

Mr. F.R., Virginia

My boyfriend, Wally, is a licensed pilot. This gives us a lot of mobility. I am twenty years old, raised with strict religious morals but full of spunk. At forty, Wally is still a kid at heart and loves to play games.

He’s always thinking of ways to free me of my modesty. He likes to rent adult movies, and recently he purchased a vibrator for me. He even invented a game for us to play. “Love Around the U.S.” is what we call our game. There is only one rule, and it is simply that we eventually make love in all fifty states! Love with Wally is so different from anything I have experienced in the past. So open. So good.

Recently our travels took us through the state of Iowa. Des Moines Airport was quiet when we stopped for fuel and lunch. Wally pulled me to him and whispered that we had never been to Iowa, and that we should make this trip noteworthy by screwing in two states, the other being Kentucky. So saying, he pulled me into what was not much more than a broom closet and quickly stripped away my jeans. My back was to the wall.

He pulled one thigh up to his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn’t remove his pants, just undid the fly, pulled out his cock and pushed it in. The old wall of the dark room squeaked as he thrust into me. The possibility of getting caught had Wally primed, and in only four or five deep thrusts, he was spent and barely able to stand. It was a terrific, quick fuck. And that was Iowa.

Kentucky is a pretty state. Looking out the window of our low flying aircraft, I could see little horses playing in the snow covered fields. I felt a little frisky myself. Wally is very serious about his flying duties. Conversation is minimal while he concentrates on ground speeds, ETA’s and whatever. However, what I had in mind needed no conversation.

I slid the seat to its full aft position so that I could stretch my legs and shimmy out of my jeans. Wally could see what I was doing, but not as well as he would have liked. First, I started squeezing and playing with my breasts. Then I spread myself wide open and licked my fingers before bringing them to my clit. I pretended not to notice Wally staring in disbelief at my unusually brazen actions. A small, teasing moan from me as I licked my lips, and the autopilot was soon in control of the aircraft.

Just as I had hoped, Wally bent his head to my cunt, and his tongue snaked up inside me, curving into my moist, slick center, sending almost unbearable pleasure all the way up to my brain. He gripped my thighs, pulled them further apart and then fell forward, burying his whole face in my sopping love hole. I pulled him in deep, letting him know I wanted more. He was nibbling and biting, not so hard as to hurt but enough to make me cry out. My voice was muffled by the roar of the aircraft engine.

“Oh Wally, please fuck me,” I moaned. I thought he would mount me. Instead he sat upright in his seat, removed his pants and teased me by holding his shaft at the base and waving it with a come and get it grin on his face.

Carefully I maneuvered my body so that I was sitting on his cock, facing him. This way he could still see to fly the aircraft while I amused myself.

I was soon in a frenzy. I was on fire. I danced and twitched on his pulsating shaft. Poor Wally could not move. The combination of a cramped cockpit, me on top of him, and the aircraft’s controls kept me in complete charge. The look on his face showed his concentration as he tried to hold back his orgasm. I shoved a nipple in his mouth, and he started sucking hungrily.

I could smell my femaleness in the small cockpit. I was so turned on. As my climax approached, I slowed the pace. I wanted this to last as long as possible. To my surprise, however, Wally had other thoughts. He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and knitted his eyebrows in a frown. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and though his mouth was open, no sounds came out. His strong hands held my hips as he thrust himself up into me until his ass was clear off the seat. I continued my dance, squirming violently up and down, left and right, in and out, drenching his cock with my juices. We came together with an intensity that neither of us had ever experienced before.

Our “Love Around the U.S.” game has provided us with many adventures and sexual fantasies. I guess you could call us “The All American Flying Sex Team!”

Ms. N.H., Oregon

My one big fantasy was to see my wife making love to another man, and until last weekend I thought I’d only jerk off to it through our entire marriage.

Our friends Dave and Cissy and my wife and I usually go up to a quaint ski cottage near the slopes several times during the winter and party our asses off. This particular weekend we planned to go skiing. Dave’s boss at work, Marvin, wanted to come up. He’s a cool guy, so we figured why not. Before I tell you what happened, let me just mention that my wife, Florence, looks a lot like Sally Struthers, only with green eyes.

Well, we got up to the cottage, and after a fun day of cross country skiing and a bit of Ski dooing, we had our showers and supper. The cottage has two small bedrooms, so Marvin took the couch and the two couples got the bedrooms. We started to relax by watching some videos and made a fire in the fireplace. After the second movie, we decided to go to bed. We left Marvin a few porno movies, and after telling him not to jerk off too loudly, we went to our rooms.

Florence undressed, but instead of hopping into bed, she put on her bathrobe, tying it loosely around her. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she informed me in a very sexy voice that she was going to make my fantasy come true that night with Marvin.

Our bedroom door was opened into the main room where Marvin was, and after about forty five minutes, Flo went out, leaving the door wide open. She joined Marvin on the couch. He was going to turn off the VCR, but I heard Flo tell him to leave it on. I noticed that after my wife got a drink, she sat beside Marvin so he would have a good side view of her left tit, barely covered by her robe, and an excellent expanse of thigh.

Marvin, who was in his underwear, tried to conceal his hard on, but after my wife told him to forget it, he relaxed. He seemed nervous about me being in the next room, but my wife told him to just relax and give me a show. With that, she slipped off her robe and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Marvin’s hands were on Flo’s tits right after that. She moaned and pushed out her chest, her big luscious nipples pointed right at him.

He wasted no time sucking, kissing and massaging my wife’s tits, spending what seemed like hours playing with them. She was rubbing herself while he was doing this, and finally she reached over and pulled his cock out of his shorts. Now it was Marvin’s turn to moan as she rubbed his big shaft up and down and ran her fingernails along it. He wanted to fuck her, but she pushed him back and proceeded to suck and tongue his balls and cock. He came in no time, and my wife gulped down his creamy come.

When she sat up, Marvin went after her tits again, but this time he kissed her all the way down to her pussy. Her moans and the way she was wriggling around told me he knew what he was doing, and it wasn’t long before Flo came in what I could tell was a fantastic orgasm. It was quite a sight, let me tell you. Flo grabbed the back of Marvin’s head and pulled him into her pussy, and he kept right up with her.

After she came they started fondling each other. Marvin was hard again in about ten minutes. This time Marvin pushed Flo back on the couch and spread her legs wide. After eating her out a bit more, he guided his cock into her pussy. Flo wrapped her legs around him, and they fucked like that for quite a while. When Marvin said he was coming, Flo wrapped her legs even tighter around him and grabbed his ass as he shot into her.

They rested together for a while, just kissing and with Marvin playing a bit with Flo’s tits. I knew that while Marvin was fucking Flo, she had had a few more orgasms. They finally got up, and after a bit more kissing, Flo came to bed and gave me a fantastic blowjob. Then she snuggled close to me and went to sleep.

Flo is happy she had a chance to make my fantasy a reality, and even though she said she wouldn’t do it again, I am grateful to her for doing it once. Marvin knows I saw everything, and after being a little concerned at first about me being mad, he relaxed when he realized that I am as happy as can be about what happened. We’ll always remember that special night she and Marvin had on our ski vacation.

Mr. K.E., Ohio

It was to escape the harsh winter in Minnesota that my wife, Lynn, and I decided to vacation in the Pacific. But it was more than warmth and balmy breezes that we sought we wanted tranquility, the opportunity to rejuvenate ourselves in peace and quiet. Happily, we found the ideal spot a small, out of the way island in the Pacific as yet undiscovered by tourists.

In fact, the only other guests at the one small but well maintained hotel on our island paradise were a pair of newlyweds from Texas named Tim and Teri. So engrossed were they in each other that I don’t think they even knew Lynn and I were also on the island, at least not for the first few days.

One evening, after a light dinner, we returned to our room and prepared for bed. Cuddling under the covers, we watched the ceiling fan spin slowly overhead and realized that we were both restless. Without a word, we got out of bed and, on impulse, walked naked to the French doors opening onto the veranda. Under a full moon, palm trees rustled in the trade winds blowing from the direction of the lagoon. The night air was moist with the fragrance of flowers.

Suddenly we heard a noise that we both realized was a woman’s cry of passion. Looking to our left, we dimly made out the naked shapes of Tim and Teri emerging from their room at the other end of the veranda. As we watched, Teri turned away from Tim and bent over the rail so that he could make love to her from behind. Along with the sound of the surf on the beach below we listened to the sound, almost a whisper, of Tim’s body slapping rhythmically against his wife’s buttocks. I felt my wife’s fingers touch my cock and turned to see her. She smiled and rose up on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek while she continued to toy with my blossoming erection.

Putting her finger to her lips, Lynn motioned me back inside. She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. I lowered myself on top of her, kissing her neck, as my cock slid into her wet cunt. I pulled out, leaving only the head of my cock between her lips, waited until I could stand it no longer, and then pushed all the way back inside her.

Lynn’s blue eyes gleamed in the night as she moaned and thrust up against me. I moved smoothly in and out of her, savoring the feel of her butter soft pussy clasping my cock. She hooked her legs over the backs of mine and wrapped her arms around me, crooning softly into my ear as I pumped her pussy with steady, even strokes.

After a few moments I turned her over. Lifting her by the waist, I positioned her with her knees on the edge of the bed. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder as I rubbed the head of my cock up and down between the cheeks of her ass.

As my cock slipped into her cunt, I saw her hands bunch up into fists. Holding her by the hips, I started driving into her with strong thrusts. She whimpered with pleasure, shook her ass and pushed back against me. I ran my hands down her bare back and up again. I waited until she was on the verge of orgasm and then roughly grabbed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my palms. Hearing her cries of fulfillment, I fucked her harder and faster. Lynn came explosively a moment after I did. We lay on top of the sheets, breathing heavily and listening to a gentle rain fall on the island.

The days were calm and the weather beautiful. We strolled along the beaches, went scuba diving nearly every day and dined exquisitely each evening from a menu prepared by the French cook at the hotel. Every morning we awoke to a symphony of bird songs coming from everywhere on our island.

One afternoon we drove all the way to the other side of the island. On a bluff above the beach, we stopped and stood arm in arm, watching the incredible display of colors as the sun sank toward the horizon. The underside of a vast armada of clouds turned blood red, and we felt a gentle wind rise off the sea. Lynn turned to me and whispered, “Undress me, darling.”

One by one I undid the buttons of her blouse. My hands caressed her bare back and found their way to the clasp of her bra. I pulled the blouse away from her shoulders and kissed her lovely skin. With a sigh she released the band holding her ponytail in place, and her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders.

Kissing her gently on the lips, I unfastened her jeans and pulled the zipper down. My fingers explored the soft skin around her navel and then reached up to cup one of her breasts. With my other hand I tugged her jeans off. As they fell to her ankles, her white panties stood out brightly in the dying rays of the sun. I held her arm as she stepped out of her jeans, reached down and tossed them to one side.

Lynn’s body had turned to gold in the fading sunlight. A sudden gust of wind blew her hair as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She looked at me as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her snug panties and slid them down. When they were at her knees, she turned away, as if to hide the pretty blonde patch of hair between her legs. The marvelous shape of her ass made me moan softly as she bent over to pull her panties off her feet. Straightening up, Lynn said, “Hand me my jeans.”

I did so and then watched as she neatly folded them, put the bundle at my feet and carefully knelt down.

Reaching up, she slowly pulled down the zipper of my slacks. As the cloth parted, she reached inside my shorts and gently caressed my stiffened cock.

My hands caressed her hair and neck as she knelt before me. I watched as she kissed the head of my erection. Then, putting her hands no my hips, my wife sucked my cock into her soft mouth and began to slowly pump her head up and down. I threw my head back, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the first stars twinkling in the darkening sky overhead.

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my undershirt over my head. Reaching down, I grabbed Lynn’s arms and pulled her to her feet. Our kiss was deep and fierce as she worked to pull my pants and shorts down. My loafers slipped from my heels, and I felt the cool earth against my feet.

I lifted her legs up around my waist as she threw her arms around my neck. My cock plunged into her waiting pussy, and I moved in and out of her as the surf pounded the beach below the bluff. Lynn cried into my neck as my hands squeezed her buttocks in time with my thrusts. The western sky exploded into a gorgeous array of reds and angry blues that bathed us in a strange flickering light. Far away a bird cried out and was answered by another. We looked into each other’s eyes, our approaching orgasms causing tremors in our sweating bodies. Our tempo increased, and then I heard myself groan.

Legs shaking, I grasped Lynn’s ass tighter. She sobbed in my ear. I lifted her higher, driving powerfully into her cunt with each thrust. A moment later my cock erupted, shooting semen deep into her. As my body shuddered with pleasure, I felt Lynn’s muscles go tense and then get even tighter. Our gasping mouths came together in a kiss that seemed to go on forever.

At long last I lowered her to the ground. Smiling, we walked hand in hand to where our clothes lay. Wordlessly, in the twilight, we dressed. Back in the jeep, she kissed me lovingly. She whispered, “I’ll never forget this night.”

The next evening, our last on the island, we again visited the other side of the island, this time on horseback. We simply sat on our horses and watched another magnificent Pacific sunset. I brought along my tape recorder and recorded the sound of the surf on the beach below, the occasional cry of a distant bird and the murmurs of the breeze.

We’re back in Minnesota now, more in love than ever. Sometimes, when the weather turns really cold, we’ll close the drapes, darken our bedroom and listen to the sound of the surf. Lynn will look at me and I’ll see her with her hair blowing around her shoulders in the trade winds, a sunset sky behind her. In her eyes I can see the stars of the Southern Cross. It happens like that because we both know that something extra, something not on the tape, came home with us.

Mr. E.W., Minnesota

My husband and I recently returned from a camel safari in Kenya, East Africa. We had expected, of course, to see exotic wild animals and the beautiful African landscape while camping outside underneath the stars for a week. But we never expected the strong effect it would have on our sex life.

The first morning, we arrived at base camp near Masai country to get acquainted with our camels and guides. Mike and I are both extremely fit from working out at the health club back home, so we felt prepared to handle the rigorous regimen of riding camels by day and pitching camp by night. After our guide gave us a crash course in camel riding, we proceeded to head out to our first destination, a dried up riverbed thirty miles away.

Sitting high atop our camels, we made an exotic sight. We rode through the lush valley single file, with colorful scarves wrapped around our heads and necks to protect us from the strong sun. The smell of our leather riding boots and saddles filled the air. And the sun cast strong shadows of our camel train on the earth. Male giraffes necked in the near distance, and elephants chewed lazily on the leaves of the scrubby baobab trees.

After a few hours in the saddle, the lulling swaying motion of the camel began to affect me as I watched Mike’s wide back and firm ass rock erotically in front of me. Sweat had drenched his thin cotton shirt, causing it to stick to his well developed muscles. Our slow pace as we rode through the middle of the hot African plain gave me the opportunity to concentrate on every movement my husband made. Every casual flex of his muscles only intensified my desire. Every subtle strain of his thighs against the saddle sent a sensual little shiver straight down to my core.

When we finally arrived at the riverbed, I wanted only to feel Mike’s arms around me, his body on top of mine, his cock inside me. “We can pitch our tent later,” I said, grabbing Mike’s hand and leading him brusquely toward the trees lining the dry riverbed.

“Look at this magnificent riverbed,” he said as we stepped down onto its dusty floor. “It’s so barren that it’s hard to imagine it flooded during the rainy season.”

We stood silently for a moment in the middle of the riverbed surrounded on either side by the dry banks. Mike wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I could feel his cock resting rigidly against my ass. His chest felt slippery and hot against my back. And his musky scent generated moistness between my thighs. I turned to him and slowly peeled off his shirt and placed it on the ground. I pressed my body tight against his and gave his ass a hard squeeze.

“Here?” he asked, smiling broadly. “In the middle of an African riverbed?”

I nodded and pulled him down onto the shirt on the ground. We kissed deeply as I reached for his cock. His shaft felt hard and hot in my hand, and I palmed it vigorously. Mike closed his eyes to absorb the pleasure I was giving him. Feeling his thickness respond to my touch brought that familiar tingle of excitement to my pussy. But now I wanted to taste him.

His cock looked so delicious when exposed to the steamy African air. I bent down and flicked my tongue stiffly over his cockhead, then slid it leisurely down his erection. As Mike wiggled his hips in response to the pleasure of my tongue, I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, sucking slowly as I bobbed up and down. I then grasped the base of his pulsing erection with one hand and massaged it as I continued to suck, the rhythm of his hips driving me to work my mouth faster and faster.

Mike groaned loudly, and his hands caressed my neck, breasts and stomach, finally tugging at the zipper of my riding pants. I released his cock from my mouth and spread my legs, feeling his fingers slide into my wet pussy. I rocked eagerly against his hand, oozing wet arousal all over his fingers. The fluid motion of his strong fingers rubbing against my clitoris sent me reeling into motion.

Soon I was urging him to push his cock deep inside my waiting pussy. He plunged into me with heated intensity, and I matched his strokes by lifting my hips. Mike dug his palms into the red earth as our action stirred the dust of the riverbed around us.

Lying there on the ground, so exposed to the dry African heat, seemed to add an extra edge to each of Mike’s thrusts. Every inch of his cock felt charged and heated inside my pussy, and a new sense of urgency came over me. I quickly grabbed my husband’s ass as the cool shuddering of a major orgasm went through my body. A moment later I felt the warm rush of Mike’s come as he released his load deep inside my vagina. His orgasm had never felt so powerful or so wild. And I hesitated to move, cherishing the feel of the pressure of his satiated body collapsed over mine.

When he rolled off me with a deep, long sigh, I lay motionless, just letting his sticky juice flow out of me onto the sandy earth of the riverbed. Then we watched the sky darken into sunset and listened to the sounds of Africa preparing to end another day. “If this is what the day brought,” I said, smiling at my husband, “just imagine what the night will inspire.”

We gathered our clothes and headed back toward camp with renewed anticipation for the upcoming days of our safari. We had yet to prepare the mosquito netting for our tents. Sleeping on the ground with only mosquito netting separating us from the stars sounded rather exotic to me. In fact, I was feeling a sensual tug of desire between my thighs even before we finished stringing the netting. I crawled underneath the netting and looked at Mike. “Maybe you’d like to skip dinner and keep me company under here?”

Of course he did. And we spent our first night in Africa just as close to nature as we could possibly be.

Ms. C.G., Washington

I just couldn’t believe it when I got home from work that night and Annie showed me the telegram an uncle she hadn’t seen in years had died and left her $100,000! I flopped into a kitchen chair and just stared at that telegram. Somebody was playing a joke, I decided. This kind of good fortune out of the blue happened only in the movies. It certainly didn’t happen in real life, and not to people like my beautiful Annie and me.

But it was true, all right, and once I realized that, once I was sure no one was going to come and take it away from us, I started to share my wife’s happiness. We had so many plans for the money, we didn’t know where to start. A new place to live? Of course. A car to replace the wreck that could barely make it to the diner and back? Absolutely. Some nice new clothes for Annie and me? You bet. But first, first, a vacation.

“I want to go to Beverly Hills!” my wife announced excitedly.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because that’s where the rich people are,” she shot back. “And we’re rich!”

I tried to explain to Annie that while it was fantastic to have $100,000 dumped in our laps, it didn’t exactly make us rich. We would have to use the money carefully otherwise it would be gone before we knew it. Annie agreed, but still she wanted to spend a long weekend in Beverly Hills flaunting, if only for a few days, our newfound wealth. “We’ll eat in those snobby restaurants and shop in those fancy stores,” she said dreamily. “It’ll be like living in a whole new world.”

I had to admit it sounded good. And I sure didn’t want to deny Annie her taste of the high life. For ten years of marriage, I had been able to do little more than keep a roof over our heads and put food on the table. The necessities we had it was the luxuries we lacked. I could think of other places to visit, like Las Vegas, for instance, or maybe even the south of France, but if Annie wanted Beverly Hills, then that’s what it would be.

Well, let me tell you, it was something else. Talk about being in the lap of luxury. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when the bellhop showed us to our suite, a knock your socks off mini apartment with fancy paintings on the walls and this real plush carpeting on the floor. There was even a color television in the large marble bathroom!

I quickly learned that there are three activities to enjoy in Beverly Hills: eating, shopping and looking for celebrities. Annie and I did all three, in spades! We had a total of ten meals during our stay and we ate each one in a different swanky place, the only exception being when we had breakfast in bed. Boy, did Annie love that! She was like a queen sitting up in bed and lingering over each tasty morsel of food. As for me, I ate food I had never even heard of, food with fancy French names and stuff, but it was all pretty good. Especially the desserts!

Annie was like a kid with a new toy as we strolled on Rodeo Drive. She got such a thrill when she spotted somebody famous. At first I felt awkward mingling with all those rich people. Out of my element, you know? I mean, me, a short order cook, trying on $500 suits! But after a while I got into it and even started to strut a bit. The good life sure felt good. But what really made me feel like a million bucks was watching Annie try on those beautiful, expensive dresses the way she twirled around in front of the mirror, beaming with joy. I wanted her to have everything, including the fur coat she fell in love with the moment she slipped it on. I fell in love with her all over again that glorious weekend.

In her new clothes and expensive makeup, my wife was a vision of loveliness. I had always thought she was pretty, but now she was simply beautiful. I had never seen her happier or sexier. And her new appreciation of me was also a turn on. It was as if she was seeing me in a new light, not as the hardworking, stay at home type she had married but as a handsome, kind of worldly dude with style. And it was true that in these fancy surroundings, riding around in limos and wearing my spiffy duds and dining in elegant restaurants, I had gained a lot of self respect and confidence. I looked and felt better than I had in years, and my darling Annie was obviously impressed with the new me.

We made love with real passion that weekend, and it was usually Annie who initiated it. At night, having returned from dinner, she’d get out of her clothes and then help me out of mine, carefully folding everything so that it didn’t get wrinkled. Then we’d kiss, long and hard, and soon she’d be sinking to her knees and wrapping those warm, wet lips of hers around my already stiff cock. Annie had never been particularly fond of oral sex, either giving or receiving, but that weekend she fellated me with gusto.

I felt like a king standing there in that super fancy room and looking down at my wonderful wife gobbling my root, especially when, with my cock in her mouth, she’d look up at me and wink just like I’d seen a girl do in a porno flick. Sometimes she’d play with her pussy while sucking me and moan around my cock. And once she even snaked a finger up my asshole seconds before I came in her mouth! What a wildcat!

Eating Annie was nice too. I reveled in her newfound appreciation of cunnilingus and would lose myself in the heady aroma and delicious taste of her aroused pussy. She’d be sprawled naked on that big, comfortable bed mewling with pleasure as I tongued her clitoris and slurped up her juices. What a joy it was to make my wife come like that, with my face pressed hotly into her steamy sex and my tongue lashing her little love button.

But best of all was when Annie and I made love. Well, you couldn’t really call it making love. What it was, was fucking. Wild, animal type fucking. Annie had never been more responsive, more eager to receive my cock than she was that weekend. We did it every which way, with my wife pleading for a second round soon after the first was over. And to get me ready in a hurry, she’d go down on me, stuffing my wilted member into her mouth and sucking furiously until I was erect again.

On our third and last night in Beverly Hills, following another day of shopping and celebrity watching, Annie let me put it in her ass. This blew me away, because my wife had never, not once, let me enjoy her this way, even jerking my hand away whenever it wandered back to her little rear hole. That night, however, she not only said she wanted to see what it was like, she actually rolled over onto her tummy and, reaching back, spread her sweet cheeks for me! I quickly coated her pretty asshole and my hard cock with baby oil, took aim and pressed slowly but surely into Annie’s asshole. Sensational! The grip, the way her anal canal seemed to just swallow me up. It was all I could do to keep from coming right away!

And it didn’t help any that my wife was crooning with pleasure and saying how really good it felt in her ass. My gentle little wife of ten years had turned into a deliciously slutty wench, and I reveled in the transformation, thrusting again and again into the warm, tight confines of her taut bottom until we both cried out and came like a house afire. When it was over and we had calmed down, Annie smiled shyly and kind of apologized for getting so carried away. I gave her a great big hug.

All good things must come to an end, they say, and before we knew it, Annie and I were back home and waiting for our photographs to be developed so we could put them in our album. Then it was time to sit down and discuss how best to invest Annie’s unexpected inheritance. Beverly Hills had been expensive, but we had a lot of money left, and we used it wisely. I was even able to go partners with a friend and open a diner. I still do most of the cooking, not because I have to, but because I enjoy it.

We have a new car, a new apartment and all the expensive clothes we bought in Beverly Hills. But, best of all, we continue to enjoy the great sex we found together during our brief but memorable time in the lap of luxury. We’re even thinking of going back, this time as the successful restaurateur and his elegant lady.

Mr. R.P., Pennsylvania

I could feel my pulse beginning to quicken as the train finally took off and came out of the terminal, heading for the sunset. We had been waiting for this trip together for months, and I was certain that it would really be the turning point of our relationship thus far. The moment the redcap put down our bags and left us alone in our minuscule stateroom, our lips met, a spark ignited in my chest and my heart starting pounding. “You look gorgeous,” I said.

Getting up from our tiny folded down bunk, I said, “Well, I guess I’d better start unpacking.” But before I could get to my feet, Kay was upon me, wrapping her arms around my body. As she pressed her lips to mine, she threw me back on the bed, falling on top of me. Her hands began stripping off my clothing as she covered my body with kisses, her lips on my chest and my stomach and finally coming to rest on my rigid cock.

“Let’s start by unpacking this,” she giggled as she took me in her mouth. I began to feel weak and dizzy as she bobbed up and down the length of my shaft, sending tingles of pleasure through me.

Taking me out of her mouth, she let her tongue wander over my thighs. She started licking at my balls, taking first one, then the other in her mouth for a few seconds before releasing it. Beginning at the base of my cock, she licked her way back up to the head, swallowing all of me as I reeled with pleasure.

Knowing that she was driving me mad, she slowly traced a line up my chest with her tongue, stopping only to suck on my left nipple for a moment before pressing her lips against mine once more. How wonderful it was!

“Make love to me,” she pleaded in my ear as she ran her tongue around the edge of it. Sitting up so that she was straddling me, she lifted her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her bra followed, leaving her in only her nylons and garters.

As I reached for her nipple, she bent down, lowering her beautiful breasts to my face. A sigh escaped her lips as I began sucking on her nipple. Her hand found the back of my head, and she pushed my face deeper into her flesh.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I rolled her over. I was so hard at this point that it hurt, and I could think of nothing but pressing inside the soft folds of her vagina and feeling her warmth wrapped around my cock. And her squirming under me only excited me more.

With a hand pressing on each of her thighs, I prepared to penetrate her, the thought of how tight a fit she is for me pulsing at the back of my brain. However, she was so wet by this time that I just slipped deep inside her warm, snug pussy.

“I love you,” Kay whispered to me as she began grinding her hips upward to meet mine. Slowly I began to move my hips, rhythmically moving in and out of her with long, smooth strokes. As I increased my speed, I could hear her breath coming in short gasps.

Soon each of my inward thrusts made her cry out in pleasure, until, with one final squeal, she came. I continued my thrusting, though, and I could feel how much more delightfully slippery she had become.

Feeling myself preparing to explode, I slowed my pace. Sliding out of her completely, I lowered my face to her soaking wet pussy. After kissing her small mound of pubic hair, I began licking the outside of her labia, savoring the tangy taste of her. Parting her lips with my fingers, I let my tongue slip inside her. Her moans filled the air again as her hips began to gyrate, pushing her sweet pussy against my face. Pressing my lips around her swollen clit, I let my tongue flick over it, feeling her entire body shudder each time.

Kay came again a few seconds later, this time in my waiting mouth. With a giggle, she grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers, kissing me, so as to taste her own juices on my lips. Then, rolling me over onto my back, she straddled me, my still rigid member sliding inside her to the hilt.

Taking control, she began working her hips back and forth, moving me in and out of her rapidly. Her breathing became labored once more, and shivers ran through my body each time I was thrust inside her. Our movements increased, and our sighs filled the room as we came together and time seemed to stand still. Completely spent, Kay collapsed on top of me. We embraced and kissed again, this time more tenderly. She rolled off me, rolling me with her so that I was on my side next to her. We spent the next fifteen minutes in silence as I stroked her sweat soaked face affectionately.

Needless to say, the rest of our visit was spent in a constant state of arousal, in bed as well as out of it. Of course, we were never able to match the intensity of our first evening together, even though we tried on several occasions on that wonderful vacation. While we came close a few times, there was just something special about the excitement we felt that first night out on the moonlit tracks.

Mr. H.Y., Ohio