A thirty-two-year-old woman wrote:
There’s no specific “best,” just many times with my husband. It is so great because there is total trust between us. We each know that if we are trying something new, and one of us isn’t completely enjoying it, we can stop without guilt. The greatest thing about sex with my hubby, he is a giver! He wants me to climax every time and he feels like he isn’t doing his “job” if I haven’t! He is not at all selfish!
A forty-five-year-old man wrote:
What a difficult question to answer! I don’t know that I could ever narrow it down to one particular episode—I know for sure I have lots and lots of fond memories. One of the things my wife and I have going for us is our honesty.
It all began one day long ago when I got us a day-use hotel room. I sent my wife there with the key, told her to read the instructions I had left her in the room and follow them to the letter. She did, including writing answers to a series of questions about what she thought I was going to do with her and to her and how she felt about it. I had made a list of possible activities including blindfolding, light bondage, fairly aggressive spanking, oral and vaginal intercourse.
Later I read the answers, learned a lot, and we’ve been communicating honestly and clearly since then. How fond a memory that day is—especially since she felt so close to me, too. She calls it one of our “special” times.
A thirty-eight-year-old woman wrote:
I feel that the best sex is when I feel totally excited and the person with whom I am making love is so into me and I am so into him that it just flows. It feels so good with no inhibitions or holding back. Just pleasure.
A fifty-four-year-old man wrote:
The best sex probably was the time that I was stroking my wife’s clitoris and I kept doing it. She asked me to stop but I kept it up. I also kissed her breast and sucked her nipple, but she told me to stop so she could focus. She began to wriggle and move wildly after several minutes while I slowly continued to rub her. All of a sudden she started shaking violently. I continued to stroke as she came once and then a second time. I mounted her and as my penis slid into her vagina, she came again. When I started to climax, she shook and went crazy and cried. It was fantastic. We do it that way occasionally now, but it isn’t the same as that first time.
A fifty-four-year-old man wrote:
That has to be my first lover. She went wild when she climaxed, digging her nails in my back and biting my shoulder. She not only gave me pleasure but made me feel like a great lover.
A forty-five-year-old man wrote:
I guess that would be when my partner and I climaxed at the same time while I was inside her. This is difficult to achieve for us, because she usually cannot orgasm through penetration alone.
We started by mutually masturbating each other while kissing, then we went at each other orally in the sixty-nine position. As I got close to coming, I changed positions and continued cunnilingus to bring her closer to orgasm. We finally got into the missionary position and as I slowly fucked her, I continued clitoral stimulation, first with my finger and then with an Eroscillator. When I felt her muscles contract around my cock I knew she would soon come, so I began thrusting a little faster to bring myself close to climax. I could tell by her moaning that she was going to come, and when she did, I released my warm juice into her and we embraced each other as we simultaneously reached orgasm.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
That would have to be the first time I was with my current partner. It was great because it was the first time I actually climaxed while having intercourse, not just from masturbation.
We were sitting on his futon, me straddling him, and he was deep inside me. I began slowly at first to rock my hips, causing an amazing sensation. His pelvic bone rubbed my clit at just the right spot. I began going faster as the sensation grew. He had his hands on my hips, lifting me, then pulling me down on him with every thrust. I could feel him getting harder inside me and then for the first time I felt that familiar sensation rushing through me but this time a man had helped with it. A moment later he reached his.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
I guess the best was the first time I actually had an orgasm during sex. I was with my boyfriend and I told him that I was not able to come from just fucking. One night he told me to rub my clit and he ate me out until I just about died. I felt my muscles begin to contract and release so he put his penis in me and began thrusting. He flipped me over and I began to ride him hard and fast. I completely soaked him. There was a huge wet spot on the bed on either side of him where my come had slid down his sides.
A twenty-seven-year-old woman wrote:
The best sex was after a day of running errands. My boyfriend and I had spent all our time in the car teasing and rubbing, grabbing kisses whenever we could, and giving quickie hand jobs. After hours of doing this we reached home and left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. It started off with him behind me, and ended up with me on top. I felt him get hard about two minutes after he came the first time so we went at it again. The sex and feeling that amazing emotional connection between us made it the best. Oh, and when we finally went back downstairs, the gallon of ice cream we had bought had melted all over the kitchen counter.
A thirty-one-year-old woman wrote:
It was a one-night stand, full of oral sex, which I like best. I had six orgasms that night and, believe it or not, that was the first time I had had even one with a partner. I have never again had that many in one night.
A thirty-one-year-old woman wrote:
It was with my first lover, a guy I started going out with in high school. He had bright red hair with a flyboy haircut, fair skin, and light freckles. A friend and I were at a high school football game when he and his friend came over and started flirting with us. He was a smooth talker and we started dating.
The sex started with kissing. My God, he had beautiful lips. They were full and puffy and he was very experienced. I had no intention of losing my virginity at the age of sixteen but he made me want it so bad.
After the several make-out sessions during which we kissed until I was crazy, I finally let him slowly move on to other locations. He started to use his hands, caressing my shoulders and following with his lips. He nibbled lightly on my ears and slowly licked a moist path along the tendons of my neck. My heart pounded and I could hear myself breathe and moan. Eventually we got to doing it, but the earlier make-out sessions, the ones before it all got complicated, were the best.
A thirty-three-year-old woman wrote:
I was with my lover in his car and it just happened. We had been together all evening and I felt really horny so I started to give him a blow job. He couldn’t concentrate so he pulled off the side of the road. We moved to the backseat where he fucked me passionately and hard, just the way I like it.
I don’t know why it was as good as it was. Perhaps it was because it was the first time we had done it in a car, or the first time we had pure raw sex.
A thirty-five-year-old woman wrote:
We had started with oral sex with him fingering me at the same time. I could feel pleasure building until we finally moved to slow passionate lovemaking. I needed more, however, so I took control, got on top, and started moving up and down. I quickly discovered that that didn’t do it so I started a slow rocking and rubbing back and forth. Oh yeah, that was the ticket. I increased the movement, and I came so hard that he had a small puddle on his belly. That was my first female ejaculation.
A forty-one-year-old woman wrote:
My husband and I rented a motel room with a big tub surrounded by mirrors. We had dinner then went to a strip club for drinks, so we were pretty horny by the time we got back to our room. My husband used wine and ice cubes on my vulva in the hot tub and all the while we watched ourselves in the ceiling mirror. We made love two or three times.
A forty-three-year-old woman wrote:
My husband had some medical problems
and he was paralyzed for eight months. After he was able to make love to me again and we were able to get into the swing of things, he fulfilled one of my fantasies.
One night, after his shower, he stood before me with a swollen cock and told me to suck him. I got down on my hands and knees and sucked his big cock into my mouth until he was almost ready to come. Suddenly he pulled back, ordered me onto the bed, and told me what a bad girl I had been. He told me I needed to be fucked up the ass good and hard. He knows that I love it when he’s dominant and strong.
As we both knew I would, I protested but that got me a good hard spanking until my ass glowed for my “insolence.” The spanking turned me on so much that my pussy was dripping and he rubbed some of my juices on my asshole and started to push his huge cock into my ass. He told me to rub my pussy as he fucked my ass and continued to tell me what a bad girl I had been, spanking my ass occasionally until I came. By the time I was done coming, I was slamming my ass hard onto his cock. He pulled out and came all over my back.
My ass was sore from the fucking, my ass cheeks were red and hot, my pussy was wet and slimy, and I was totally satisfied.
A forty-seven-year-old woman wrote:
That must have been the time with my ex when we were in the closet in my room with my son doing homework in the next room.
A fifty-eight-year-old woman wrote:
Every time I have what I think is the “best sex” I’ll ever have, something comes along to top it! One of my favorites was an encounter on a flight from Boston to Denver. I was sitting beside a very handsome young (thirty-six to my then-fifty-one) man in first class and we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. We shared a lovely dinner, drank too much champagne and wine, flirted, and just got to know each other for the entire four-hour flight.
Although we were both in relationships there was a definite connection that seemed too good to waste. When we landed, we decided to get a nightcap, and of course one thing led to another. We ended up back at my apartment, making love all night long, in every way possible. We were so exhausted when morning came that we each called our office with an excuse for being even later than we already were. Then we spent another few hours continuing our explorations of each other’s body and found new ways to bring each other pleasure.
The fact that there were no expectations, just spur-of-the-moment pleasure, and that we could be totally uninhibited with each other must have made it the incredible night it was, one I’ll always treasure.
A thirty-one-year-old man wrote:
My favorite sex was with a girl I’d been casually dating and fooling around with for about three months. Lots of petting, etc, but no hard-core nooky.
She and I arranged over the phone that she would come over and watch a movie on the following Friday. I told her, “Just so you’ll know, I’m planning on getting you drunk and seducing you.”
“Oh, really?” she replied with a giggle. “I might just let you.”
Well, she came over dressed to the nines in a favorite white silk top of hers, a knee-length, schoolgirl dress with stockings and garters. She was a stunning nineteen-year-old woman, too, with auburn hair down to the middle of her back, full breasts, with a tiny waist and full-figured hips. She had a perfect hourglass figure, which this night she’d enhanced with a bustier. When I commented on how amazing she looked, she purred, “Well, you said you were going to seduce me.”
She had designed herself to be my fantasy, and she was. We used lots of positions, and she looked perfect to me from all of them. My only regret was that she left in the middle of the night and it was one of our last encounters before she started dating a friend of mine. I will never forget that evening and hey, who’s complaining.
A forty-two-year-old man wrote:
The best was probably with a gal I dated before I got married, who just loved sex in all of its forms. She loved to be on top, and to have digital anal penetration while we were going at it. She almost always ejaculated, and we’d take one or two towels to bed to catch her juices. She had heavy breasts and loved to sit on my dick and swing her boobies around then have me suck on them as we made it.
A forty-two-year-old man wrote:
I remember a dinner party twelve years ago when I did it with my best friend’s wife in a bathroom. We had been having an ongoing flirtation but we both knew that it shouldn’t happen. That night it finally did because we could wait no longer.
We slipped into the upstairs bathroom, very rushed, but very horny. There was an urgency about it, a fear of getting caught but a wild instinct driving us on. After a quick release, and in the hurry to return to the table, she couldn’t get her panties back on so she slipped them into my pocket. I kept them and only threw them out last year!!
Anyway, later that evening I felt sure we looked guilty and satisfied as we sat opposite each other at the table, both grateful that the lights were low. As the other six guests (my wife and her husband included!) were noisily debating something or other, the lady slipped her stockinged foot up the inside of my thigh and got me hard again in seconds. She was so cool, not even making eye contact with me! We’ve screwed again only twice in the twelve years since that happened.
A fifty-year-old man wrote:
I’ve only had sex with my wife. We met in high school, dated through college, and have been exclusive through twenty-six years of marriage. There are several great sexual episodes we’ve shared over the years, so it’s tough to pick out just one.
When the mood is right we can really go nuts. I can think of one such evening when I borrowed my friend’s video camera and set it up in our bedroom. We put on a show and just “did” each other. Great foreplay, sixty-nine, and fantastic mutual orgasms. I think we both kind of liked the idea that we were on camera and, although the video was fun to watch, it didn’t do justice to our activities.
Other memorable episodes were usually preceded by watching a porno movie. When we were younger, and our kids were small and in bed by 8 P.M., I’d rent assorted X-rated films for us to watch. My wife always fought the whole concept since it was definitely against her Catholic school upbringing, but inevitably we would have great, outrageous, no-holds-barred sex. Unfortunately, because of the kids, we haven’t rented a porn movie in several years. Thank goodness for HBO with shows like Real Sex and Sex and the City.
A fifty-two-year-old man wrote:
For almost a year my wife and I had a relationship with another younger couple. Our first time together the naked brunette straddled my leg and brushed me with kisses. I felt a strange sensation on my thigh, like being gently tapped with a finger. When I looked to see what it was, I saw that her vagina was totally dilated and she was dripping juices like a leaky faucet. She quickly impaled herself on my erection and all four of us began fucking like wild animals. That was one hot memorable moment in our sex life.
A seventy-seven-year-old man wrote:
This is rather difficult for me to answer since, for me, sex is always “good.” However, with my present partner, our first time was the best because it was so unexpected.
I had driven her to an out-of-state wedding and on our way home we stopped overnight in a motel. We got the last room available and it had a single, king-size bed. It was a bit daunting since, to that day, we hadn’t been sexual with each other.
When it came time to go to bed, instead of going into the bathroom to get ready, she suddenly said, “The hell with it, let’s do it!” and stripped naked. By the time I got out of my boxers, I had a full-blown erection. We engaged in foreplay for twenty or thirty minutes before we “consummated” the act. By the time I finally ejaculated she had orgasmed at least twice.
Afterward, over cigarettes, she said to me that somewhere during the drive she had decided that the new bride wasn’t going to be the only one who had fun that night.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
It was New Year’s Eve 1999 and, since it was our first New Year’s Eve together, my fiancé and I got a hotel room. For th
e first time ever I had bought some sexy lingerie but I was a little embarrassed because I weigh 289 pounds. Well, I put it on while he was in the bathroom. When he walked in and saw me his jaw dropped. I loved the way he looked at me.
Part of what made it so special is I was three months pregnant so I couldn’t drink. My fiancé really likes to drink but he didn’t because I couldn’t.
One more thing. I had also gotten a disposable Polaroid and we took “naughty” pictures of each other. He made me feel so special that night and when we finally started to make love he was gentle and sweet.
A fifty-one-year-old man wrote:
That has to be the first time that my wife Kathy and I had sex. It was about twenty-eight years ago, before our marriage, while we were students in college. We were in a class together and, although I had noticed her earlier, I had thought that she was already taken since she always sat next to the same guy in the lecture hall. I had just been rejected by a long-term girlfriend and was pretty lonely.
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