I really wanted to tongue her sweet ass as well, but Connie got off my mouth then, saying that it was getting late and that there would always be another time. That got me really excited, thinking about a repeat performance. I rose from the bed and gave Connie a long, lingering kiss, then walked back to the bathroom to clean her pussy cream from my cock so my wife wouldn’t notice it.
After drying off, I went to our bedroom to find Angela naked in bed, waiting for me. I was afraid she would be suspicious, but to my surprise she didn’t even ask me where I’d been so long. She just said she was horny and wanted to make love. At first I was afraid I wouldn’t be up to it after fucking Connie, but I managed all right, and having come so recently I was able to go on for a long time before coming again, which made Angela very happy.
Actually, I later found out that the two women had set the whole thing up, and that Connie seducing me was just a pre-lude. When Walt joined us a few days later the games really began, and the four of us had wild orgies every night after the kids were asleep. Let me tell you, it was even more fun than snow tubing!—K.U., Wheeling, West Virginia
HIS OLD COLLEGE GIRLFRIEND SHOWED HIM THAT IT’S NEVER TOO LATE FOR UNINHIBITED SEX
About two years ago I made contact through the Internet with Marcy, a woman I had dated casually in college nearly thirty-five years ago. We began to correspond, telling each other what had happened in our lives since then. I had attended graduate school, married, and now led a rather stodgy academic life in the East. But my marriage, though stable, had been pretty unsatisfying sexually; fantasies and masturbation had provided much of my sexual satisfaction over the years. Marcy had returned from a prestigious graduate fellowship in Europe, but had gone on to become a kind of hippie. Now she taught at a college part-time, and lived alone in a mountain cabin in Oregon, without electric lights, refrigeration or an indoor toilet.
Marcy and I continued to write, and eventually exchanged pictures. In the spring I had an opportunity to attend a conference not far from Marcy’s home, and I set aside a few extra days to visit. Marcy was pleased I was coming and invited me to stay with her. I didn’t know what to expect, but I decided to go with the flow.
Marcy looked great when she picked me up at my conference hotel. She had the same warm smile and slight Southern accent, and the few extra pounds on her five-foot-two-inch frame did not detract from her appeal. We hugged warmly, and then talked about our reunion after thirty-five years as we drove up into the beautiful mountains and finally arrived at Marcy’s small cabin, surrounded by flowers and tall trees.
After helping me with my luggage, Marcy gave me the short tour of her cozy home. Twice along the way we stopped to hug each other tightly. The tour ended at the top of the ladder that led to her sleeping loft under a large, open skylight. We hugged again, then kissed for the first time, gently at first and then more passionately. Marcy moaned softly as I touched the tips of her breasts through her thin shirt. Then she took me by surprise by grabbing my penis through my pants—the first of many surprises she was to provide me with over the next three days. As we continued to kiss, I felt her nipples stiffening to my touch.
When the kiss ended Marcy backed away a bit and began to undress quickly. Following her example, I removed all my clothes, surprised that I was not at all self-conscious or nervous. Naked, we kissed again, our tongues in full play this time. Again I hefted her large breasts while she went back to work on my penis, already expanded to its full seven inches.
Soon we were lying side by side, kissing and caressing each other all over. Then before I knew it she was on top of me, my penis slipping easily into her vagina. I couldn’t help but contrast her in my mind with my wife, who never initiated sex and who often had trouble with penetration. We began to go wild as I pushed up into her and she ground her sex repeatedly down over my dick. Marcy’s pleasure was obvious from her moans and lusty cries, and I was astounded. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this kind of uninhibited sex felt, after so many years of wondering about it, and thinking that I would never get a chance to experience it. I could feel Marcy’s strong vaginal muscles rhythmically clutching at my penis as we continued to slam away.
Soon we came together, and then lay quietly talking. Marcy told me she hadn’t had sex for months, and she said I was a great lover, which I think was a bit of an exaggeration. When she asked if she was more passionate than my wife, I had to laugh out loud. “Most definitely!” I told her.
We didn’t sleep together that night, since Marcy said that for whatever reason she preferred sleeping alone. The next day, however, after a good breakfast and a long hike up the mountain, we returned to the cabin, took a quick outdoor shower and then settled onto a narrow sofa in the cabin’s main room. Our sex this time was a little more relaxed, but no less passionate. A few minutes of foreplay ended when Marcy looked up into my eyes and breathed, “Let me suck you.”
I didn’t argue. Soon she had half of my penis down her throat and was tonguing the shaft as I closed my eyes in bliss. Then she deep-throated the rest of it, until I could feel her nose nuzzling my pubic hair. “Wow!” was all I could say. Marcy then climbed on top of me, her breasts rubbing my chest. We mated slowly and sensuously rather than frenziedly, but we both came in a few minutes.
On our third and last day we took another hike to a beautiful high mountain meadow filled with wildflowers, where Marcy spread a blanket in the shade of a tall red cedar. We were sweaty, but we didn’t care, stripping completely in the open air. I licked at Marcy’s salty breasts and we began making passionate love. After a while she gave me that “I want to suck you” look, and I turned her around and got on top of her in a 69 position. Marcy went all the way down my shaft, moaning loudly as I lapped at her clit and worked two fingers inside her vagina. She was clearly enjoying the action at both ends, as I was, and she removed her mouth long enough to say, “Your penis is beautiful, and so big!” I stuck a finger into her tight anus as both of us spiraled into an all-out, total orgasm.
Marcy’s last words when I left her were, “The sex was great!” I came away with fantastic memories that I never expected to have in my lifetime, and I now have a whole new perspective on sex and myself as a lover. My everyday lifestyle will not change, but Marcy and I continue to correspond, and I hope we can get together occasionally in spite of living three thousand miles apart. When we do, I know the sex will be fantastic.—Name and address withheld
SHE HAD THOUGHT SHE’D BE TERRIBLY BORED, BUT INSTEAD SHE WAS PLEASANTLY ADORED
I am a married woman living in the Midwest. I have read and enjoyed some of the letters from your other readers who have had exciting sexual experiences while on vacation, but I never dreamed that it would happen to me.
Last summer I went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, with two of my girlfriends, expecting nothing but a relaxing week in the sun and a nice getaway from my stressful business career. I hadn’t even wanted to go, but my friends Rhonda and Lynn, both single women, persuaded me to go with them even though I was married. I decided that I would just catch up on my reading while they partied. Rhonda and Lynn could be sisters—they are both tall and full-figured, with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I, on the other hand, am petite and fair-skinned, with long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Luckily I have nice-sized tits and a curvy ass to complement my slim figure, but I was still sure that I wouldn’t be noticed next to my voluptuous girlfriends.
Our hotel was beautiful, right on the beach, overlooking a turquoise lagoon. On our first day we began a daily routine of arriving at the huge blue pool by nine in the morning, and lounging in the sun until late afternoon, with occasional trips to the swim-up bar. I wasn’t used to so much free time, and worried that I’d be bored doing this for an entire week. But there were lots of other vacationers in the pool area, of all nationalities, so it was entertaining just to people-watch all day long. I was especially impressed with the beauty of the Mexican girls, who all seemed to have long dark hair, brown skin, big firm breast
s and shapely asses, showing off in their colorful bikinis. I felt skinny and shy compared to them. But my two girlfriends certainly stood out in the crowd, with their light hair and eyes. The forthright Mexican men were constantly shouting compliments at them. I noticed that both the men and the women seemed very free with their bodies and their sexuality, and thought how different this was from back home. I loved the sensuality of it.
By the end of our first day my outgoing friend Rhonda had gotten friendly with Pablo, a good-looking young Mexican who worked at the hotel. He was taken with her blonde beauty, and offered to take all of us out on his boat the following day. I wasn’t sure about going with a stranger, but I went anyway, and ended up having a fabulous time. We drank beer and partied all afternoon in our bikinis, while cruising the beautiful ocean. I was a small-town girl with a conservative married lifestyle, and I’d never done anything so crazy and fun. Suddenly I started to feel strangely free.
That evening we dressed up in silky tank tops and short shorts or miniskirts, showing off our golden-tanned legs, and decided to check out the entertainment at our hotel bar. We were pleased to find two very handsome young studs, Miguel and Raoul, singing and performing synchronized dance steps to Mexican music. They were dressed in barely-buttoned white silk shirts that revealed their glistening brown chests, and tight black slacks. Being from a Midwestern city, my friends and I were used to men in jeans and flannel shirts, who wouldn’t dream of getting up and dancing. I loved to dance and had secretly always wished for a man who could keep up with me. Raoul was the better dancer of the two, and I found myself powerfully attracted to him. But I told myself to get over it, because for one thing I was married, and for another, he would never notice me with all those really gorgeous women around.
My mind was wandering as I enjoyed my mellow beer buzz, and I was suddenly aware that the music had stopped, and Pablo had brought Miguel and Raoul over to meet us. All of a sudden I found myself looking right into Raoul’s eyes. He had the dark good looks and excellent body of many young Mexican men, but instead of the usual brown, his eyes were a smoldering golden color, and when he looked at me I was shocked to find myself tingling all over. All three of our new friends spoke perfect English, but Raoul had the most beautiful voice, husky and cultured, with what I thought sounded like a French as well as a Spanish accent. If my red silk panties hadn’t been wet before, they certainly were now.
We all hit it off very well, and we spent the next several hours talking and laughing out on the beach in the moonlight, learning about each other’s home countries, professions and interests. Raoul was friendly to Rhonda and Lynn, but I noticed that his smoky eyes kept coming back to me, with a very intense look in them. He would laugh richly and deeply, but not mockingly, at my attempts to speak Spanish. When he admitted to fluency in Spanish and French, and demonstrated for me by speaking some romantic words in both languages, my pussy turned to liquid gold. Once I got over my surprise at the fact that he was attracted to me, I decided that I would be stupid to let this opportunity pass me by, and that I was going to experience it to the fullest.
When Pablo took Rhonda off to show her a sculpture by the pool, Raoul suggested that he and I go for a walk on the beach, leaving Lynn and Miguel sitting together in the dark under a palm tree. When we were alone, Raoul told me how beautiful he thought I was, and how he loved my big eyes and slim, sexy body. I was again surprised to hear these compliments, but I loved it. Part of me wondered if he regularly seduced American women tourists, and I decided that he probably did, but his very confidence and experience were part of his attraction. Besides, I could somehow tell that he meant what he said—he really did think I was attractive. He also told me I was much sweeter than the women he normally met. When he kissed me his lips were soft and firm, and his tongue was hot as it flicked over my own lips. I found myself thinking about how his hips had moved when he danced, and about the big bulge in his tight black pants, and I realized that I couldn’t wait to feel his big Mexican cock inside me. Raoul seemed to sense my mood, and invited me to his hotel room. I hotly said yes, and we discreetly slipped away, since I didn’t want my friends to know that I was going off enthusiastically to break my marriage vows.
When we slipped into his dark room, I was surprised to find his roommate lying on the bed, with a woman—also a performer at the hotel—on top of him, wildly riding him. Her small, dark-nippled tits were bouncing and her thick dark hair was flying around her face. Neither of them showed any reaction to our coming into the room, and I got even hotter and wetter at the sight of them.
Raoul pulled me into the bathroom and closed the door, and we ripped off our clothes while kissing passionately. Raoul told me what a beautiful body I had, then sat down on the toilet and pulled me toward him. He had the biggest dick I’d ever seen, long and thick and pointing straight at the ceiling. Holding one of my ass cheeks in each palm, he lowered me onto that fabulous pole. Once he was all the way in, I went crazy and fucked him like the athletic horsewoman I am, grinding my cunt against his hips and balls. He cupped one of my breasts firmly while licking and sucking the other; then he buried his head between them and said my name over and over while he squeezed my tight ass. He slid deep inside me with each thrust, and it felt so incredible that I couldn’t stand it any longer. We both came loudly, dripping with sweat and out of breath with passion.
Raoul said he couldn’t believe I had made him come so fast, since he could usually last for an hour at least. He seemed sincerely surprised, and I took that as a compliment. Then, like the sex-hungry nympho that I didn’t realize I was, I got down between his legs and sucked that big prick back to life. This time I straddled him backwards while he slid his cock into my creamy slit, his hands clutching my tits as I braced my hands against the sink. He fucked me even harder than before, and while his balls were slapping against my ass I heard his roommate’s woman scream with passion in the other room. That sent us both over the edge for the second time.
Finally I decided I’d better get back, so I kissed him, slipped out and sneaked quietly into my room. Lynn seemed to be asleep, and Rhonda wasn’t back yet. The next day we all told each other that we had had a nice time with our cute new friends, but we didn’t go into details. For the rest of our vacation we went dancing every night—usually all night—with Pablo, Miguel and Raoul. Raoul and I took every opportunity to slip away to his room and fuck beyond my wildest Midwestern dreams. On our last day, our Mexican studs tenderly kissed us good-bye and asked us to keep in touch. None of us actually planned to do that, but we flew home in an unusually mellow and relaxed mood. What an amazing trip! And I had thought it would be a boring vacation!—D.R., Jefferson, Missouri
HIS WIFE’S BEST FRIEND LAY ON HIS PATIO IN A TINY BIKINI. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
I woke up one morning to see a gorgeous, nearly naked girl in a skintight thong bikini lying facedown on a big towel by our patio spa. Her bare, deliciously rounded derriere topped her shapely golden thighs like twin halves of a ripe peach. It made my dick jerk sharply and launched rockets in my brain. Her postage-stamp-size bikini bottom barely covered her bare essentials. The way that thong pushed tightly into the crack of her shapely ass completed the hardening of my cock.
For a moment I wondered what she was doing there. Then it hit me. She was Lonnie, my wife Fran’s best friend from high school. I now remembered that Lonnie had flown into town while I was at my night-shift job. Fran had picked her up at the airport. Both of them had gone to bed before I came home from work.
I had never met Lonnie, but my throbbing dick urged me to rectify that. Fran had evidently left early for work, leaving Lonnie and me alone in the house. I recalled that Lonnie had recently gone through a messy divorce that had been hard for her. Now she was making something pretty hard for me. Jamming my rigid rod deeper down in my shorts, I pulled on a robe and stepped out onto the patio, ready to play the ever-congenial host.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m John, the man of the house.”
; “Hello,” Lonnie answered with a friendly smile, rolling over to greet me. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the prominent bulge in the front of my robe, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She put her soft hand in mine and we shook.
She was prime grade-A pussy if I’ve ever seen any, and believe me, I have. Her bikini bottom could have been made from a child’s handkerchief, with plenty of cloth left over. It clung to the soft swell of her love mound like a coat of paint, and showed every fold in the plump lips of her pussy. Her long jet-black hair tumbled softly down her back, contrasting with her pretty, cream-complexioned face. Her dark luminous eyes smoldered with an exciting inner fire. Beneath her pert, upturned nose, her moist, voluptuous lips promised erotic delights. The warm smile she gave me showed white, perfect teeth. Her erect nipples, rising from her large pointed boobs, made small bumps in her tiny bra.
Reaching into the pocket of my robe, I pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. “Better let me rub a little of this on you,” I said. “You wouldn’t want to get burned.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” she answered. Lying back on the towel, she parted her silken legs demurely. “All right, go ahead and do me.”
Crouching down in front of her, I gazed up between her shapely thighs, musing about what sweet reward they might offer a probing tongue or a diligent dick. Starting a little above her ankles, I began to gently rub the sunscreen over her curvey calves. My hand shook a little with excitement as I moved higher, stroking the oil onto the soft, silky skin, further and further up her inner thighs. As my hand moved closer to her valley of dreams, she closed her eyes and began to roll her head from side to side, moaning softly. Soon my fingertips were lightly grazing her pussy lips under the thin fabric of her bikini. Her moans grew louder. She began to rock her pelvis urgently against my hand.
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