At times I've wondered how a man felt when he was licking my vulva, so what she said made sense. Besides, since I vowed to myself that this was to be the last time I would be with her in a sexual way, I decided I should relax and enjoy myself to the fullest.
In the bedroom we slowly undressed each other. As we lay on the bed holding each other and kissing, I was nervous. My mind kept telling me, “This is a woman.” I became calm and relaxed when I started dunking of her as a person made of flesh and blood like any other person.
As our intimate embrace progressed I became totally involved in what I was doing and feeling. I learned how to feel completely comfortable with caressing her body. And when I sucked her nipples, her stomach, and finally worked my way down to her wet pussy, I was extremely hot and excited. Louise seemed to enjoy teaching me to be active. It excited her more.
I think every female should, at least once in her life, have a sexual experience with a close female friend. Maybe I shouldn't have vowed that I would never make love to Louise again.—Name and address withheld
Voyeurism
SEEK, WATCH, AND ENJOY
My wife Tina and I have been married for twelve years. To keep our marriage intact, we work very hard to keep our sex life alive and active. Often, we try different fantasies to excite each other. Sometimes we plan “dates” together and sometimes we role-play our fantasies. Fate played a hand in one of our dates and really changed things for us.
Sometimes Tina catches a taxi and meets me after work at a club where we appear to have just met, having an instant attraction to each other that causes us to leave for a night of hot loving. It's a hot “one-night-stand” fantasy.
We've agreed that it's perfectly fine to flirt around a bit and dance with others because the little pangs of jealousy add to the experience. Because she is a knockout and can really dress to kill, Tina usually attracts any number of prospective suitors. It's fun watching her flirt and dance provocatively with other men, and then feel their jealousy when she leaves with me. For that matter, dancing with a few lovely ladies while I'm enjoying Tina's performance doesn't hurt either. Tina says she gets a kick out of watching me.
On this occasion we chose a club we've been to once or twice and agreed to arrive around nine, flirt with others for a couple of hours, meet and “fall in love” around eleven, and leave about twelve.
Plans don't always turn out as expected, though. An emergency came up at work that was going to delay me for an indeterminate amount of time. I tried to call Tina at home and apparently just missed her. I tried to rush through the problem and get out of work earlier, but one thing led to another, and it was now ten. Then I tried to call the club to have her paged a couple of times, but the line was busy. So, by the time I got to the club it was after eleven.
The place was pretty crowded, so I grabbed a seat at the bar and looked around for Tina. Pretty soon I spotted her on the dance floor win a guy who was in his mid-twenties and built pretty well. His hinds were roaming all over her during a slow, sexy Lou Rawls song. He really seemed excited by her, and I doubt if he realized that she was easily five years older than him—like I said, Tina is a knockout! She was wearing a new outfit that I'd never seen before; a silk scarf accentuating her neck and a sexy white dress with a bare midriff showing off her flat, tanned tummy. It was cut to reveal much of her ample bosom and tantalizing, strong legs. White polka-dotted heels completed the outfit and really set off her gorgeous ass.
Tina seemed to be enjoying herself too, and looked as if she'd had more to drink than usual. I realized that she had recently lost ten pounds, was probably feeling sexier, and that alcohol would affect her more since she'd been dieting.
Her partner was grinding an obvious hard-on into her pelvis, and she was returning the pressure with undisguised pleasure. He kissed her lightly a couple of times, and I've never felt so jealous in my life. She didn't even see me, although several times they danced very close to where I was sitting.
After dancing awhile, they returned to a table where they were laughing and drinking. All the while, his hands were on her. Tina was pretty responsive too. I could see her hand tracing small circles on his thigh, and she had dropped a shoe to trace his ankle with her toe. I couldn't believe it. The more I watched them, the more excited I became.
Both of us have been Forum readers for about three years and are intrigued by the letters, but I never thought I'd be one of the guys who'd want to see his wife make it with another man. In fact, I'd always thought I'd want to break the guy's back if he was fooling around with Tina. Yet, here I was, watching them and getting more turned on than I had been in years. I was extremely aroused by the thought of Tina giving this guy the screw of his young life!
Without really thinking it possible, my mind played out various scenarios for getting them together. The guy certainly seemed interested enough, and Tina was acting much bolder than I'd ever seen her before. I'm fairly sure she has never been unfaithful to me, so this was going to be tricky. I thought about prearranging a meeting with her, joining them and inviting the guy back to our apartment for a nightcap to see where it would lead. But I was pretty sure that, bold or not, Tina couldn't relax enough for a threesome. I concluded that, for the first time at least, Tina would have to take this guy on her own.
With that, the guy got up and went to the men's room, so I took the opportunity to go to their table and ask Tina to dance. She was a little annoyed, feeling like I'd nearly stood her up, but I explained the emergency and how hard I'd tried to call her, and she accepted it. I asked if she'd been having a good time and I swear she actually blushed. I told her that I'd been watching her with her handsome partner for over a half an hour and, although she played it down, I could see she was very turned on.
She told me that she'd probably spent too much time with tins guy because it seemed to be leading him on, but she liked him and didn't know how to break it off without hurting him. I remarked that she seemed pretty turned on, and she started to deny it, but realized that I knew better and watched me intently.
I reminded her of a time when, in one of our role fantasies, I had played the role of another man and she had been highly aroused—she said that she remembered it very well. I held her very close during our dance so no one else could hear and told her that if she wanted to take this man home it would be okay.
Tina immediately said that she couldn't. I told her that I could see how aroused this stranger had made her and confessed that it had me turned on too. She continued to protest, but I could feel an involuntary shiver in her, and I could see her nipples go taut against the fabric of her dress as she considered it. I could only imagine how wet she was becoming.
I knew she was getting serious when she asked where I would spend the night if she took him to our apartment. I reassured her, saying that I'd be fine and could probably grab a motel room or something. Really unsure now, Tina repeated that this was fun, but she didn't think that she could go through with it.
Her new friend was returning to their table, so I told her I'd stick around far another hour or so. I suggested that she get to know him little better and dance some more. If she decided to take him home, she should remove her scarf. I'd take that as a signal to leave them alone. She would get him to drive her home, invite him in for a drink, and see what happened. If, after an hour, she still had the scarf on, I'd come to her table to be introduced as her husband, meeting her after a late appointment, and leave with her. Thus, she could break it off without hurting him. Tina was unsure but very excited as she returned to her new date's table.
I returned to the bar, where it hit me that this was our original fantasy, only with a new player. I watched them and danced with a couple of girls myself, but I was so focused on Tina and this stranger, that I was inattentive to the girls I was dancing with. Some faster numbers came up and Tina was dancing more and more provocatively, giving me a quick wink when our eyes met. Tina seemed to be getting extra turned on knowing that I was watching her. Her par
tner was so intent on watching her body sway that someone could have hit him with a chair and he wouldn't have known it.
When the hour was up, they were at their table and things seemed pretty intense, but the scarf was still in place, so I began to walk toward them. When I got close, Tina smiled with a faraway look and slipped the scarf from her lovely neck. As I passed her, I gave her a sly pat on the shoulder and was glad to be wearing a jacket to cover my bulging erection. In fact, I thought that people might be able to hear my heart as it pounded when I left the club.
I was left with me task of finding a place to spend the night, fantasizing about Tina and her new lover. I didn't even know his name. I started driving toward a motel near our home when it occurred to me that I could double my pleasure by staying quietly in our guest room and catching some of the action.
I parked a couple of blocks away from our apartment and slipped into our guest room to wait. After about an hour, I was beginning to think they might have gone to his place when I heard them enter our living room. After a long silence during which I presume they shared a long, wet kiss, I heard Tina say, “Would you like a drink, Dale?” She fixed the drinks white he put the stereo on low, and I could hear them laughing and talking between stretches of silence. A couple of times I thought I heard sucking noises. Then I heard some low moans from Tina that I knew were real. After a few more moments, I heard Tina making some soft protests, almost like she was trying to convince herself to back off. I could hear Dale talking in soft, reassuring tones, then it got quiet again. Later I heard Tina mumble something about the bedroom.
I was hoping for this, since the mirror in the guest room reflects the bedroom if the doors are left open. If I was careful, I could watch the whole thing. I'd never been a Peeping Tom before. This was a night of new experiences. I nearly blew it, but stifled my gasp as they went into the bedroom. Dale, clad only in briefs, was carrying Tina, who was wearing a push-up bra and crotchless panties.
At this point, my jealous feelings were so strong that I wondered if I could bear to watch them and, at me same time, I couldn't take my eyes off them. They were locked in a passionate kiss and nearly fell on the bed. Tina let out what was almost a scream when Dale began to lick her pussy right through the crotchless panties. He sucked her for long minutes as she bucked, moaned, and tossed her head.
Soon she told him that she wanted to taste him too, so she pulled off his briefs and they got into a 69 position. His cock was shorter than mine, but thicker. Tina took him in right to the balls and sucked him for a long time until his body went stiff; I knew he had come. I never saw Tina swallow semen before and didn't really see it this time either, but she must have because she kept on sucking him until he was hard again.
He pushed his cock into her hot mouth until he announced that he couldn't stand it anymore and had to ram it into her wet, pulsing pussy. As he pulled out of her mouth Tina was writhing and saying, “Yes, I want you in me now!” She gasped as he entered her. She kept chanting, “Yes, yes” over and over as their passion mounted. And finally they both came so hard that Dale had to grab the headboard for balance.
After a few minutes of afterglow, I could bear Tina begin to cry softly, and I wondered if this guy had hurt her or if this had been a bad idea. Dale asked what was wrong. She said that he was going to think she was silly, but she had never been with another man in the twelve years that she'd been married and she felt guilty.
He said that he didn't think she was silly at all, that her husband was a lucky man, and he felt almost blessed that she had chosen to be with him tonight. He wiped her tears away with a soft kiss and very slowly began making love to her again. Tina forgot her tears and fears and began to respond with low moans, moving her body.
Their passion built slowly for a while, and soon Tina got on top of Dale and became really demanding. She guided his manhood into her and pumped like a wild woman. I could see tracks of wetness streaming down her thighs as she pumped him and made primal noises low in her throat. When they came, so did I—which was weird, because I hadn't even realized that I'd been masturbating as I watched them.
Dale had come inside her, and she was slick with it when she finally got off him. I remember hoping that she hadn't forgotten her birth control pills. Dale certainly got a better cleanup than I did, because Tina went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and towel. She washed and dried him tenderly, and they lay quietly holding each other, talking softly for a good half hour.
I must have fallen asleep then, because I woke up to hear Dale leaving and see the sun was coming up. To my surprise, Tina, wearing a soft peach kimono, came into the guest room and bent down to kiss me. I was too startled to move, but I sure kissed back. She told me that when she started making love the second time she heard something in the guest room and realized that I was there. Instead of being embarrassed or angry at being spied on, she said it really turned her on that I was watching her fuck this man, and she really went wild. She said she wished she had been able to see my face as she Washed Dale afterward.
She also said that she had feelings for him. It wasn't love, and she wouldn't let him threaten our relationship, but that she wanted to see him again, perhaps on a regular basis.
I said that it was okay with me and asked how she felt about threesomes. She didn't think she was ready for that, but would keep it in the back of her mind for a while. She said that I should consider developing a safe outside relationship to spice things up, and that she would help me by having more “dates” with me to see what might turn up.
A month or so later, we found a beautiful young girl for me, and about once a month we see our respective lovers. We also continue to role-play and date each other from time to time. I get to eat my cake and have it too. I don't miss the piece that Dale eats (figuratively and literally). In fact, it has become part of the icing for the rest of the cake. If we desire new lovers after a while, we're open enough to find new ones. We're both happier than ever.—G.L., Los Angeles, California
STUDY BUDDIES
When I was a graduate student in college, I spent a lot of time on the fifth floor of the library. It was the top floor of the building, and hardly anybody studied there. I liked the quiet and the privacy.
One day I was deeply absorbed in my studies when a young man sat in the carrel in front of me. I wasn't really aware of his presence until I leaned down to get a pencil from my bookbag, which was on the floor. It was then I noticed a small hand-held mirror pointed directly at my crotch. I was wearing a miniskirt, so he must have gotten a pretty good view. I clamped my knees together and sat up straight in my chair. I was shocked and a little disgusted, but I was also a little intrigued, so I didn't say anything. He sensed that he'd been caught, and left almost immediately. At first I thought I would report him to university security, but as the days went by I began to feel less disgusted and more intrigued. The next week I went back to the fifth floor, half hoping that he would show up.
I hadn't seen his face, only a glimpse of his jeans and T-shirt when he rushed off. Still, I recognized him when he returned. He was sitting in exactly the same carrel and there was an air of expectancy about him. He had his face inside a book, but that was okay; I didn't really want to know what he looked like. I sat down and got busy with my schoolwork.
After a while I glanced down and saw the mirror in his hand. I parted my legs ever so slightly. I was getting aroused as I imagined this stranger looking up my dress. I spread my legs a little farther apart and sat back a little in my chair so he could really get a look. I wondered if he could see my pussy swelling up inside my panties. After a while, I put my hands on my knees and moved my skirt up, very slowly. I didn't want to scare him off. I pushed it up to my upper thighs and sat there, just letting him look.
The next day I went back to the fifth floor. This time I was prepared. I wore a short black skirt, stockings, garters, and no panties. But when I got to my carrel, he wasn't there. I sat down to read, but all I could think about w
as the mysterious young man with the mirror. I could feel the elastic of the garters stretched against my thighs. I was already getting wet, thinking about how I would look to him, my wet box framed in his little mirror.
Finally he arrived. I stared at my book, pretending not to notice him. I knew that this anonymity was part of our game. When he had his mirror out, I spread my legs and heard him gasp. I could feel my pussy opening up like petals on a flower as he gazed. I hitched up my skirt and sat on my hands, propping myself forward. I wondered what would happen if somebody else came up to the fifth floor, but this thought only excited me more.
The next day I wore the same outfit. He was there when I arrived. I made a big show of unpacking my bookbag, opening up my books, arranging my notebooks and pencils, all the while making him wait for me. When I sat down, I lifted my skirt all the way up so my bare ass was on the hard chair. I was already leaving a wet spot where I sat.
After a few moments I realized he was no longer using a mirror. Instead he was kneeling on the floor, his face still hidden under the carrel, looking directly at my wet, excited snatch. I spread my knees and waited. Everything was quiet. Then I heard him whisper, “Close your eyes.” I closed them. Then he said, “Touch yourself.” I rubbed my clit and put my fingers up my snatch. I could almost feel his breath on my pussy, which made me even more excited than my hands. Just before I was about to come, he gently moved my hands away. I gripped the chair, agonizing, moving my ass on the seat, trying to come. I waited and waited, breathing hard as he looked at my juicy box. Finally I felt his mouth on my pussy. His tongue darted expertly over my clit, his hands holding my legs apart, his lips working over my lips until I came. My whole body shuddered violently with pleasure.
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