A twenty-three-year-old woman wrote:
I hadn’t seen my husband in a long time so, when I went to visit him while he was on military duty, we actually made it in the back of an army tactical vehicle. The short version of the story is that we just snuck in past the guard on duty, climbed in the back of the Hummer, and fucked like rabbits.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
I can’t believe we did this and I can’t believe I’m telling you about it. We were both very young and very dumb and very horny. We were at the lake at the beginning of January. It was unseasonably warm, but still cold, and it was raining to boot. My husband and I got adventurous and climbed out of our truck and up on the hood. Yes, we did it at the lake on the hood of a ’76 Dodge Power Wagon in the rain in January. Oh, and we both got sick from that one.
A twenty-seven-year-old woman wrote:
The most unusual place would have to be on top of a railroad car. We were teenagers and out for a walk along a road that wound along the train tracks that led out of town. It was a beautiful, romantic night with a full moon and my honey and I were in the mood to play. We were with some other people, so we ducked around the train, lost them, then climbed on top of the car and fucked. It was wonderful. Being completely naked, spiced with the chance that we might get caught, made for one erotic night.
A thirty-year-old woman wrote:
I guess the most unusual and romantic night was one beautiful summer evening on my apartment’s patio. Since we don’t care to be exhibitionist my boyfriend and I hung a blanket around the railing and made love outside. It was very nice: moonlight, a soft breeze, and the music of my neighbor’s wind chimes. Although it was many years ago, I specifically remember that after he kissed my neck or anywhere else for that matter the slight wind would hit that damp spot. It felt wonderful.
A thirty-one-year-old woman wrote:
You might not believe me but I’ve actually made love on the football field at Mississippi State University—in the off season of course. My ex-boyfriend and I climbed a fence late one night— both absolutely plastered—and did our thing on the fifty-yard line. We ran into a security guard on our way out and feigned innocence, but I could tell by the grin on his face as he inspected the grass stains on our clothes that he knew just what we had been up to!
A thirty-five-year-old woman wrote:
We did it in the middle of the woods in broad daylight. We were out mushroom hunting and I got bored so I told hubby I had to take a pee stop. I dropped my pants behind a tree, bent over touching the ground, and softly called his name. Of course he couldn’t resist temptation, and we had hard pounding sex in the middle of the woods, not caring that others could be in there and see us.
A thirty-eight-year-old woman wrote:
I did it on a catwalk over a theater. Many years ago I had an affair with a man I worked with who was a sound engineer and had access to all kinds of places behind the scenes. One day he took me to the top of a stairwell and opened a door that took us onto the catwalk above a busy theater. The crew was setting up stage below us, the colored lights were on, and the rock and roll was very loud with heavy bass pounding everywhere. He bent me over a rail and lifted my skirt, entering me from behind. The act lasted several minutes, and being the oral kind of person I am, I was yelling my fool head off, unbeknownst (I think) to all the people below us. It was incredibly erotic knowing that we could be seen, and it was dangerous because we could have actually fallen off the catwalk. I’ll never forget that time, and neither will he.
A forty-two-year-old woman wrote:
My husband Ron and I once made love in a van parked behind McCormick Place in downtown Chicago, and let me tell you it was great. After the deed was done we fell asleep naked. Some time later I felt a light in my eyes and looked out the front window. You guessed it, it was a cop. I was so startled that I jumped up and, of course, the cop saw me in all my glory. The cop just stood there as we started the engine and hotfooted it out of there. Later Ron and I drove down Lake Shore Drive in our birthday suits, laughing like crazy.
A forty-three-year-old woman wrote:
I guess the swimming pool was the most unusual place my husband and I ever did it. Our pool was in the back of our property where there was some privacy but we could have been caught. My husband was feeling frisky and made me sit on the ladder while he ate my pussy right out there in the open where anyone could have walked up and caught us. I found it very hard to relax but was able to climax. If anyone saw us, I really do not want to know.
A forty-seven-year-old woman wrote:
We did it at a family picnic in full view of our relatives—sort of. We had put our baby down in an upstairs bedroom and he had just fallen asleep. Someone called from the backyard to ask when we were coming down, and I leaned out the window and called that we would be out in a few minutes. All this time my husband was kneeling behind me with his fingers and tongue working.
At that moment my husband stood up, peered over my shoulder, and started talking to them, too, raising his voice to be heard. Still talking, he moved my panties aside and entered me. He continued to move in and out slowly while people below were just walking around. He had one arm around my shoulder like he was just standing behind me.
I was getting a little nervous and a lot turned on what with doing it in full view of my relatives, and I finally told him to stop. Needless to say, he didn’t. I was afraid someone would look up and realize what was going on, but finally it got to the point where I didn’t care. We both came at the same time, fortunately reasonably quietly.
A fifty-one-year-old woman wrote:
My husband knew that I had a fantasy about making love outside and one day he was so sweet that he made it happen. We went to an out-of-the-way place on a bluff above the ocean, a beautiful spot with old pine trees and pine-needle–softened ground. He had brought a big thick blanket and we made love under the trees. It was so beautiful and I loved him for that, especially since I knew it wasn’t something he was really anxious to do.
A twenty-five-year-old man wrote:
Does a dryer qualify as an unusual place? It was with my first lover and we did it with her bent over the dryer. Man did she love it that way. She would move her ass in such a way that it seemed my cock was turning in circles within her. Talk about fireworks.
A twenty-seven-year-old man wrote:
The most bizarre place I ever did it was in a girlfriend’s dorm room, secretly, while her exchange-student roomie did her homework. It began with us just cuddling under the covers but it kept getting more intense. Eventually it turned into a tease game where she’d stroke my cock and I’d tease her nipples and clit, all very hush-hush. We got ourselves so hot that we finally couldn’t help it. We fucked slow and easy, controlling our voices. Did the roomie know? Probably, but she never told. How hot is that!!!
A thirty-one-year-old man wrote:
How about a mall stairway? A then-girlfriend and I had gotten together in the middle of the day, and she’d brought a bottle of vodka. By the time we got to the mall, we were both toasted. She kept grabbing my dick and being loud and rowdy. It was kind of embarrassing, and I told her that she’d better knock it off or I was going to take her up on it. She taunted again so we went off in search of a place. We found the door to the employee stairs and slipped inside. She gave me a fabulous blow job and then we had no-“holes”-barred sex.
A thirty-two-year-old man wrote:
About four years ago my wife and I attended the wedding of one of her friends. The reception was in a hotel banquet room with a large outdoor patio. My wife and I were teasing each other on the dance floor, and pointing out other sexy-looking people to each other.
After a particularly steamy slow dance, my wife grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out on the patio, where there were about five other couples enjoying the fresh air. She dragged me into a corner that was not immediately visible to anyone unless they actually made the effort to look.
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d to kneel in front of me, pull down my zipper, and gently reach inside for my now rock-hard shaft. It was oozing so much that it had made a wet spot on the front of my pants. She had a devilish look in her eyes as she stuck her tongue out to lick the entire length, before she took almost my entire cock in her mouth and slowly sucked me in. As we were in a risky situation, she didn’t treat me to one of her usual torturously slow blow jobs. As soon as she had me in her mouth she started bobbing up and down, faster and faster.
As I looked around to make sure no one came up to us, I noticed a couple in the building across the alley. The woman stopped and pointed us out to her partner. I didn’t tell my wife, afraid she would stop, but I became even more excited watching the voyeuristic couple grope each other while staring at us. My wife was going faster and using her hand along with her mouth, and although I wanted to make it last for our peeping companions, I was getting too close to orgasm to stop. In no time at all I signaled my wife that I was ready to come, so she moved aside and jerked me off. I erupted over the side of the railing and onto the street below. My wife then saw the other couple and just smiled and waved, while I tried to get my still-hard cock back in my pants.
A thirty-two-year-old man wrote:
It’s amazing what a pair of horny high school students without any regular place to make out will do. This girl and I did it on the roof of a four-story office complex where I was doing some contractual janitorial work. We went at it in broad daylight, in the middle of the day.
A thirty-six-year-old man wrote:
I met a woman one night in a community park and we started making out in the car. We couldn’t get comfortable so we walked over to the jungle gym. We were up there, neither with any pants on, when the police came and broke it up. Luckily the cop just told us to leave, with a grin.
A thirty-nine-year-old man wrote:
My wife and I made out once in the bathroom while she sat on the edge of the sink. It was just passionate fucking. The funny thing was that when she came she leaned on her hand and squeezed the tube of toothpaste all over her ass. We still laugh about that.
A forty-five-year-old man wrote:
The university in our town has a conference center built around a lovely old house and a friend had her wedding reception there. All the food and entertainment was on the main floor, but the washrooms were all on the second level. I realized with a little exploring during a trip up there that there were a number of smaller meeting and lounge rooms, at least one of which had a door that locked from the inside.
It was one of those hot-as-hell summer evenings and the center wasn’t air-conditioned. The heat, plus all the skimpy summer dresses, were making me as horny as hell. Finally I was able to get my wife to go upstairs to use the facilities. When she came out of the bathroom there was no one else around so I took her by the arm and led her down this dimly lit hallway to a room at the end. I’m not sure that she knew what I wanted when I closed and locked the door behind us, but when I started kissing her and pulling her dress off she got the idea. It certainly wasn’t a prolonged encounter but it was a dynamite experience. I think we probably looked a little flushed and sweaty when we returned to the main floor but no one seemed to notice. What’s even more exciting is thinking that maybe we weren’t the only ones to do the same thing that night.
A forty-eight-year-old man wrote:
My current lover has a hot tub, and right after we started making it regularly, we were in her hot tub and she initiated sex by climbing right into my lap. We went at it with her sitting on my crotch, facing me. It was really pretty good as her weight was counterbalanced by the water and I could get my fingers onto her clitty pretty well. I just kept playing with it until she came. The combined motion and the feeling of her cunt squeezing my penis brought me off just a moment later.
We’ve never done it that way again because she said she had to change the water. I guess I probably should have worn a condom because she told me she didn’t like come in it. All in all, I’d rate that particular session as one of our best, but I don’t know if she’d say the same.
A fifty-six-year-old man wrote:
One of the first times my then-girlfriend and I made love was one of the first times we spent a night at her house. We had been tantalizing each other sensuously and sexually all evening, bringing each other to higher and higher levels of sexual tension.
I was only wearing a dress shirt and she had put on one of my other ones before going into the kitchen to refill our wineglasses. Not really enjoying being away from her for a minute, added to the fact that she has great legs, I followed her. Of course I kissed her and my hands wandered to her legs and her gorgeous ass, and eventually to her incredibly sexy pussy. I kissed her and played with her pussy lips until she was virtually dripping and my fingers entered her deeper and deeper with little effort. We kissed and played with my hand inside her pussy until she had a very strong orgasm. Strange, but I didn’t need to come right then—her climax was so good for me, too.
A seventy-seven-year-old man wrote:
We made love on the beach one evening at twilight. It was made more delicious for us because we could hear people on the boardwalk above as they discussed the moon rising over the ocean. I think we would have quite literally died if anyone had seen us.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
My ex-husband and I were walking in the park, thinking about how quiet and secluded it was. We thought about doing it right there, and were sort of anxious about getting caught. That made it all the sexier.
I started by performing oral sex on him while he stood over me. He stopped me before he came and told me to lower my pants. I was nervous but complied with his delicious “demand.” I lowered my jeans and panties and he began to run his fingers over my wetness, slowly inserting a finger and teasing me with a mock fuck. Then he told me to turn around and lean forward. He moved behind me and inserted his penis in me. He grabbed me by the waist, occasionally telling me to arch my back this way, move my behind that way so that he could thrust more deeply. He reached under and rubbed my clit while he thrust still harder. Unfortunately he didn’t bring me to climax but it was still good.
A twenty-five-year-old woman wrote:
Before my fiancé and I were living together, he was staying with a friend. There was only one bathroom for the whole apartment building. We’d go in there every chance we got and make love. When my friend kept asking us if we were sick, we just giggled.
A thirty-year-old woman wrote:
We did it outside in the yard. We climbed out the window and got all dirty—it was raining—but we giggled and did it right there. Then we went into the shower with our clothes on and did it again.
A thirty-nine-year-old woman wrote:
I don’t know if this is unusual, but it was the most public place I’ve ever made love. My partner and I were vacationing in the Ozarks, staying at a local motel, and we went swimming late one evening. My partner knew how to turn me on and he teased me until I was ready for anything. We moved to the shallow end of the pool while he caressed my breasts and buttocks and kissed me behind my ears and along my neck. He pulled aside my swimsuit panties, pulled his cock out over his swim trunks, and entered me. He kissed me on the mouth to silence my moans so we didn’t attract attention. Just as we finished, a couple came out of their room. Did they see us and watch for a while? Who knows?
A fifty-five-year-old man wrote:
We did it in our first recliner. I was sitting in it, nude, when my wife decided to get frisky. When I was hard as a rock, she sat down on my cock and I held on for dear life. It was amazing, but the chair almost broke. We did it there often but when we moved we had to give up the old, worn chair. We watched as the garbagemen picked it up, along with all our delicious memories.
A sixty-two-year-old man wrote:
My wife and I made love in a fancy hotel in Coconut Grove, Florida. Our bed was on a raised dais with lighting and music controls in the headboard, and mirrors all around
. There was also a big bath with all the trimmings, including a selection of oils, candles—everything to make your fantasy dreams come true. We had a fantastic time, making love twice that night, and twice again in the morning. Recently we wanted to go back but we discovered that the hotel is closed. Too bad!
A sixty-nine-year-old man wrote:
My lady and I made love on a sailboat. We thought the boat was securely tied to the dock, but it must have come loose. It drifted along on the current, past the front of a hotel full of guests who were all watching our action.
A forty-seven-year-old man wrote:
My best sex ever was with my second full-time partner. Location, location, location was what made sex with her so much fun. We did it everywhere: in a horse stall, a car, outdoors on a pool slide, in the pool, in the changing room next to the pool, and at the community college where I worked. We even did it in bed once or twice.
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