I returned to Sven and asked him to dance with me before we left. I was so hot I ground my crotch against his leg and kissed him hard. I could feel his cock surging against my belly as our bodies pressed together.
Once in our room, I was nearly overcome by an animal passion, made even more intense by the knowledge that Jason was in the closet, watching. As Sven and I kissed deeply, I moved his hand beneath my dress and over my crotchless tights, spreading my Legs so he could feel my bare pussy dripping wetness down my thighs. I cried out as his finger slipped into my swollen hole. With his other hand he unzipped my dress and pulled it down onto the floor. I fell back onto the bed, pushing his head between my legs as I lay on my back, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could while his hot tongue licked me from my asshole to the peak of my budding clit, over and over. My clit was on fire as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and slid his tongue deep inside my asshole. I had never expected such a thing, but it felt incredible as he probed the depths of my tight, sensitive ass. Then he replaced his tongue with his long thick finger. As he wormed it into my tight passage, he sucked my swollen pussy, circling my clit with his tongue, drawing my puffy, swollen lips into his mouth, nibbling on them until I couldn’t stand any more. Within seconds my body exploded in a shattering orgasm. I moaned uncontrollably as he continued to work his finger deep in my asshole. My pussy gushed love juice from my depths as my body shook with animal lust.
I lay still for several seconds, coming down from my climax as Sven went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Jason cracked the closet door open further and gave me a big thumbs-up, then pointed to the video camera in his other hand.
When Sven returned he kissed me deeply and took off my bra. My juices began to flow again with the knowledge that my husband was taping our lust. In just my pantyhose and heels now, I undressed my lover from top to bottom, until he was wearing only brief jockey shorts with a huge bulge in the front. I knelt before him, keeping us in profile to the closet, so Jason could see me sucking this man. I pulled his shorts aside, and his thick, firm, uncircumcised cock sprang out, at least nine inches long and so thick I could not get my fingers around it. My mouth watered as I bent to take him into it. Eagerly he hunched himself upward, pressing his monster deep into my mouth so that I had to breathe through my nostrils to get air. It felt fantastic in my mouth, but it was too big for me to really suck it effectively. Besides, I wanted it inside me. I had to have it inside me!
I lay down again and spread my legs for him, pulling my pussy open. In his heavy Swedish accent he murmured about how beautiful my body was, and how he wanted to fuck me and fill me with his seed. He knelt between my legs and eased his huge cock into me. I gasped as he pressed further, then started slowly pumping in and out of me, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. I thrust back at him as his body met mine. His movements got faster and faster, and I clung to him, twisting and writhing under his powerful body, gasping with joy, until I felt that I was going crazy with lust. Then it hit me, and I shrieked out my pleasure as my body arched and quivered in the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. A minute later Sven tensed, pushed himself deep inside me and growled deeply. I whimpered in the final throes of climax as I felt the head of his cock throb, squirting his come deep and hard into my body.
He collapsed in my arms, both of us panting in exhaustion. After several minutes he pulled his now limp cock from my stretched pussy. I rolled him over then and bent to lick his spent cock and balls, cleaning up every drop of his come and my juices as my husband caught it all on tape.
Sven dressed and kissed me good-bye. He asked if he could see me the next day, but I declined, saying that I had business meetings. After he left, Jason came out of the closet, smiling from ear to ear. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I could feel his cock throbbing against my naked body. He laid me back and ate my pussy until I came again and again. Then we screwed like teenagers, deep into the night.
The very next night we went out again, this time to a different club, and Jason picked up a very attractive red-headed woman, who agreed to make love with me while Jason watched. Her name was Helga, and I was glad when she said she’d had some previous experience with women, since it was my first time. As Jason again plied his camera—this time out in the open—Helga soon demonstrated her skill, and I must say I found her pussy eating nearly as exciting as Sven’s had been. But I did feel the lack of a hard cock—a lack which Jason soon filled when he joined us both in the bed, leaving the camera to run automatically.
We often watch the tapes we made on that trip, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we took a similar vacation next year—V.Z., Columbus, Ohio
A REAL DOLL
Ted sometimes acted a little strange around the office, but I didn’t realize just how weird he really was until he invited me to his house for dinner and to meet his wife. The reason I accepted was because he told me his wife Jean was a beautiful, sexy young woman who liked to have a strange man once in a while. Ted said I was just her type. Not being one to pass up a free dinner and some free nookie, I went.
No one greeted us at the door. “She’s in the bedroom,” Ted said. “Come on.”
In the bedroom he introduced me to the figure lying on the bed. “Jean, this is Ted. Ted, this is my wife, Jean.”
I stared at the figure. Then I stared at Ted. “This is a joke, right?” I said.
“No,” Ted said. “This is Jean.”
“Jean,” I repeated. “Your wife.”
“Yes. Don’t you like her?”
I took a moment. “Ted,” I said, as calmly as I could. “This is a blow-up doll. A rubber woman. What the hell are you doing?”
“So what?” Ted said. “She’s my wife. What’s the difference what she’s made of? What are you, bigoted or something?”
“Um … no …” I still wasn’t sure if he was playing some elaborate practical joke, or if he was just nuts. “But she’s not real, Ted. She’s not human.”
“I didn’t expect that kind of thing from you,” Ted said sadly. “I thought you’d be happy to have the chance to make love with a sexy woman like this. Look at her. Look at those tits. Those legs. And she’ll do anything. Look at how nice and round her mouth is. She loves giving blowjobs. And you can fuck her in the ass too, if you want.”
“Yes, I know,” I said. “I’ve seen these dolls before. They have all the holes. But she can’t talk, can she, Ted? She can’t walk around. She certainly can’t cook. What about the dinner you promised me?”
“I can cook,” Ted said. “I can make dinner while you two get it on. I don’t really like to watch anyway. I don’t mind sharing her; Jean does need a strange cock once in a while. But it hurts me to actually watch it happening.”
“Ted,” I said, “You need help.”
Ted shook his head sadly. He went over to the bed, sat down and cradled the doll in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby,” he crooned. “Carl doesn’t seem to be the guy I thought he was. I guess you’re just not his type. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll find somebody else. I still love you babe. You know I love you, sweetie.” Then he bent and kissed the doll on her round, open mouth. The kiss went on, and then I saw that he was sticking his tongue into that mouth. His breathing got heavier. His hand came up to cup one of the doll’s breasts. I heard the soft squeaky sound of flesh against rubber as he stroked her artificially rigid nipple.
Then he started moving her head down his body. One hand went to his fly and pulled down his zipper as he pushed the head lower. “Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Oh, you sweetheart!” Then his cock was out and the head was in his lap. It moved up and down under his hand.
I wanted to leave, but something kept me rooted to the spot. “Oh baby,” Ted panted. “You’re so good, baby. Oh, you’re SOOO GOOD….”
Now I started to leave. “Wait!” Ted said. “Don’t go, Carl. We can have a threesome. Jean would like that. You can fuck her ass while she’s sucking me off, okay? Look!” And he turned the doll to display her rounded an
al cavity.
The scary thing is that for a crazy moment I was tempted. But I fought it down and turned to leave.
“But what about dinner?” Ted called after me. I told him I’d pick up a pizza, and got the hell out of there.—C.F., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
SHOWING OFF
I’m twenty-six, single, and the only female in our engineering department. Monday nights I go to a sports bar with five guys from the office, and the conversation is always about sex or sports.
One night Ricky, who always reads your letters, said he wanted to meet one of those exhibitionistic girls other men write about. By then I was on my third margarita, and without thinking I blurted out, “You already have. If anyone wanted to see me naked all he’d have to do is look through my back windows on Thursday night around nine. I love to come home, take off my clothes, pour myself some wine and prepare a special late-night dinner.” Actually, I’ve never left the curtains open; I’ve fantasized about it, but never had the nerve.
That Thursday night my heart almost stopped when I saw Ricky’s car parked down the street. I’d thought about it all week.
The back of my house has large windows. Knowing I was being watched, I walked through the house, turning on all the lights. Standing in my bedroom next to my bed, facing the window, I slowly unbuttoned and took off my blouse and skirt. Kicking off my shoes, I slipped off my pantyhose. Wearing only my bra and panties, I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. This seemed to calm my nerves and give me courage for the next step. Facing the window, I set down my glass, reached back and unhooked and slipped off my bra. My nipples were erect in my reflection in the window.
Returning to my bedroom, I stood before my dresser and slowly took off my panties. By now my knees were like rubber. I needed to seek relief in the privacy of my room. Turning off the lights and closing the curtains, I masturbated to the thought of how much I’d enjoyed my newfound exhibitionism.
The next week Ricky never said a word to me, but obviously he did to the others. The following Thursday night I couldn’t wait to get home. There were three cars; all the guys were waiting for me, and I was ready for them.
With all the shades open and the lights on I stood in the kitchen, sipping my wine. I unbuttoned my dress. Not wanting to take it off in the kitchen, I took my wine and walked to my bedroom. Knowing there were five sets of eyes on me, I swallowed the rest of the wine. With my back to the window I slipped off my dress and turned toward the mirror. I could almost hear their gasps as I stood before them, clad only in my bra, garter belt and nylons. They now knew that under my conservative dress I hadn’t worn any panties.
I turned several times, admiring myself in the mirror, and ran my fingers through my bush. I took off my bra and cupped my breasts as if to study them in the mirror. Then, turning toward the window, I continued to hold them up, as if offering them to their gaze. Once again my legs became so weak I could hardly stand. Dimming the lights and closing the shades, I quickly brought myself to climax.
Nothing was mentioned at work that week, but the sexual tension was palpable. Everyone waited to see what would happen next.
The following Thursday the same cars were there. My audience was waiting. I walked to my bedroom and stripped. Quite naked, I walked back to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. As before, I admired my reflection in the glass, knowing that on the other side all my coworkers were doing the same. I walked back to the bedroom and, with all eyes upon me, stood before my full-length mirror. I lifted my arms to view my breasts, then cupped them and squeezed my nipples to make them hard. Growing bolder, I reached down and ran my fingers through my bush, then without hesitation spread my lips open.
Not wanting to come yet, I stepped into the shower and let the water run down my body. I left the door open. The men all watched as I soaped my body with scented soap and oil. Within minutes I had both hands on my pussy, spreading my lips and thrusting two fingers up my cunt. Leaning back against the wall, legs spread, lips pulled apart, I closed my eyes and masturbated in front of all my coworkers.
I’m not sure what to do next week. Maybe I’ll invite them all in!—N.N., Shaker Heights, Ohio
BARE THERE
Most men, like most women, have sexual fantasies. During a very unfulfilling marriage that lasted far too long I had them often. When I was finally single again, I was fortunate enough to know many different women, some older and some younger than I.
When I met my future wife, I knew right away that she was the sexiest, sweetest, most wonderful woman I’d ever known. She’s very independent, but does so many things just to make me happy, like shaving her pubic hair and wearing nylon stockings.
After we were married I asked Laura if she would shave her pubic hair for me, as I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to suck a shaved pussy. She immediately said, “Let’s do it right now. I’ve never done that before.” We carefully trimmed her pubic hair with scissors prior to lathering her up. I carefully shaved away her pubic hair. The whole procedure took about an hour. It was the most totally erotic experience of my entire life. Seeing her sweet pussy totally nude almost brought tears to my eyes.
After gently patting her dry I ate her for what seemed like hours, bringing her to several gyrating orgasms. I was so excited and so hard that when I moved up on the bed to enter her I nearly came immediately. Her previously hairy pussy had been transformed into the most wonderful, warm, sweet place on earth. We literally made love for hours, only taking time to catch our breath and replenish needed liquids.
I shave her myself, every day. We have a little routine that begins with her shower. After showering she calls me, telling me she’s ready for her shave. I dutifully prepare the warm water and shaving utensils and a towel. Many times our morning shave ends in sessions of glorious lovemaking. I’ve told Laura that as long as she keeps her pussy shaved for me there is no way I could ever think of cheating on her. I’m living my wildest fantasy every day of my life. She’s even told her girlfriends that I shave her every morning, and “he just wants me all the time!”
It may seem odd to those women who have never shaved their pussies, but what I say is true: My wife has given me the most wonderful gift any man could ever ask for. She enjoys her newly shaved pussy too. At her annual checkup, her doctor asked her why her pussy was shaved, and she gleefully told him, “Because my husband just loves it this way!”
When she gets dressed up to go out socially, she takes delight in knowing that under her elegant dress she is totally nude, open and available to my amorous caresses. Laura’s an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman to begin with, but knowing she’s shaved makes her sexier. I think other men can sense something about her. It’s difficult to explain, but she is always the center of attention wherever we go.
Shortly after she allowed me to shave her for the first time, we took a trip. I thought nothing of the fact that she wore a cute little sundress on the plane. Partway through our trip she pulled her blanket over herself and snuggled up to me. I was reading and holding her hand, thinking nothing but pleasant thoughts about how fortunate I was to be married to such a wonderful woman. She slowly guided my hand under her blanket and up between her beautiful thighs. Most of the people around us were either watching the movie or sleeping. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered she was not wearing panties. I began to gently stimulate her clitoris.
It wasn’t long before she had a death grip on my hand and began moaning sweet nothings. After several minutes she had a monstrous orgasm, stiffening in her chair and clamping her lips to keep from shouting out her pleasure. Then she went to sleep with a big smile on her face.
We went shopping in San Francisco, which is one of my favorite cities. As we strolled down the street, hand in hand, we passed a custom corset maker’s shop. She gazed in the window. “I have an idea,” she winked. “Let’s go in here.” We walked around the shop, looking at all of the super-feminine garter belts and corsets. She knows my other deep fantasy.
Real nylons!
Laura has long, perfectly sculpted legs, and she knows it. I often tell her jokingly that I married a pair of legs. She selected a couple garter belts and had them customized with extra straps. She told the saleslady we would be back before five to pick them up.
From there we went to an exclusive women’s hosiery shop where she bought at least a dozen pairs of super-sheer, glimmering stockings in black and summer colors. I was getting more excited by the minute.
We grabbed a cab back to the corset shop, because it was faster. Street cars are all fine and good, but we had the desire. She went into the fitting room to try on her new garter belts. The saleslady went into the dressing room with her to make certain the fit was perfect. I would have given anything to see the saleslady’s face when she saw that under her cute little sundress my wife was naked and clean-shaven. It must have been a rush, because when my wife was paying her for the garter belts her face was flushed.
On our way out the door the saleslady thanked us for stopping by and told Laura to come back anytime, as it would be a pleasure to serve her again.
Back at our hotel, Laura shed her dress and tried both of her new garter belts on for me. As I admired my darling wife I was more and more aroused. She fended off my advances, telling me I would have to wait until we re-turned from dinner.
When we arrived in the lobby I told the concierge that we would need a cab. He hailed a cab and held my wife’s door open for her. As she swung her gorgeous long legs into the cab I saw her purposely flash the concierge, showing her stocking tops and her freshly shaved pussy. She is a devil. During dinner I told her that I’d seen what she did, and she said, “Don’t you just love it? This is going to be so much fun. I’m glad you shaved my pussy and I really, really like these nylons.”
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