Then it was my turn. I got on my back and started pumping my engorged cock, my still-hot ass aching nicely. Before long I was coming, semen shooting up out of my cock and into the mouths of Lauren and Christy, both of whom had positioned themselves so they could get a taste. I watched with lidded eyes as they swallowed most of my load and then licked my member clean.
As we relaxed on the bed, with Lauren and Christy on either side of me, their heads resting on my chest, Lauren said, “What a good time we had today.”
My wife chuckled. “I’d say it was a spanking good time.”
—Mr. P.N., White Plains, New York
Happiness Is Having One Great Husband and Two Fabulous Girlfriends
It’s hard for me to imagine any woman anywhere being more sexually satisfied than I am. You see, not only did I marry a terrific guy who’s great in bed, I am also blessed with two wonderful female friends I can call upon when it’s not a hard-muscled body and large cock I want but a woman’s soft curves and warm pussy.
Eric knew I was bisexual when we got married three years ago, and it didn’t faze him a bit—or so he said. I sometimes wondered, though, what his reaction would be the first time I had a date with another woman. Happily, he proved true to his word a few months later when I had the opportunity to be with a vivacious new coworker. Not only didn’t he make a fuss, he actually sent me off with a big kiss and wished me a wonderful time. Is that a special guy, or what?
Since then I’ve had a number of female lovers with my husband’s complete blessing. I don’t actively seek out other women, mind you, but how nice it is to know that when I have a chance to be with one I find especially appealing, I can do so not only with a wet pussy but also with a clear conscience.
Currently, I have two female lovers, Jocelyn and Gina. Jocelyn is a brown-haired, hazel-eyed beauty. She’s a single, serious-minded aerobics instructor whom I met more than a year ago when I signed up for classes at the neighborhood health club. Gina’s an emergency-room nurse who moved into a nearby cul-de-sac with her accountant lover about six months ago. We met when I had to rush Eric to the hospital after he injured himself while using a power tool in the garage.
Jocelyn and Gina are opposites in many ways, but I love them both equally. What they share, with each other and with me, is a genuine need for and total appreciation of another woman’s touch. Both are open to experimentation—Gina a little more so than Jocelyn—and not afraid to reveal their deepest desires in bed.
Gina came over last Saturday afternoon at my invitation. Eric had gone to a baseball game with a few of his buddies and with the food shopping and laundry done, I could think of no better way to spend a Saturday without my man than with another woman. When I opened the door there she was, her blonde hair in a ponytail and her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. Her pert breasts pushed hard against a canary-yellow T-shirt, and tight jeans hugged her cute little butt. And she had brought a new toy for us to play with.
“It’s the double-headed dildo we talked about getting last time,” Gina explained excitedly as we sat in the living room with coffee. “Looks like fun, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I said, looking at the bendable, flesh-colored toy. I removed it from its plastic packaging and turned it this way and that in my hands. Ever since I saw two girls use a double-headed dildo in a porn movie I had wondered what it would feel like, and perhaps unconsciously I knew that if I mentioned it to Gina she would go right out and find us one to play with.
“I can’t wait to try it out,” she said. “My panties are so wet, Gail.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” I said. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Fifteen minutes later, naked and with our pussies growing increasingly warm and wet, Gina and I were kissing and stroking each other on the bed in the guest room. Slithering down her petite form, I inhaled the inspiring scent of her pussy and then set about licking and kissing it, using my tongue like a fleshy shovel to scoop up her flowing juices.
In no time Gina was gasping and making those weird little whining sounds I’d come to know so well, a clue that she was ever so close to orgasm. Some serious tongue action centering on her clitoris took her over the edge, and it was all I could do to keep her on the bed when she started thrashing around in the throes of one of her monster orgasms.
When she came back to earth, Gina thanked me with a big hug and then set about returning the favor. With her pretty face plastered to my pussy, she tongued my inner folds and then did a number on my clit, licking and nibbling it until I exploded in a delightful orgasm. We rested for a while, curled up in each other’s arms, and then Gina asked if we should try out the new toy. I was all for that, but first I wanted us to do a 69.
For a good ten minutes, with me on my back and Gina on top of me, we tongued each other’s tasty pussy. Then we got into what we call the “scissors” position, facing each other with our legs stretched out and our aroused cunts furiously grinding together. A few minutes of this is almost always enough to get us both off in record time, but that afternoon we held back so we could play with our new toy.
Gina and I each took one end of the big dildo and carefully worked its bulbous heads into our respective pussies. Neither one of us could resist a little laugh as it looked like we were connected cunt to cunt by a thick hose. But if it was humorous, it was also pleasurable, and it got better and better as Gina and I resumed grinding our crotches together, this time adding back and forth motions of our hips to drive the dildo into each other’s cunt.
“God, it feels like the real thing,” Gina said happily. “Keep going, Gail. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t you stop,” I shot back. “I’m so close to coming.” Grinding and pushing, we brought each other to wicked climaxes, Gina and I coming almost simultaneously. Carefully, we unplugged our cunts and then licked the dildo, Gina sucking on the end that had been inside me while I licked the juices off the end that had been inside her. Then we settled back on the bed, with Gina making me laugh by playing with the two-headed toy as if it were a puppet.
While my other female lover, Jocelyn, is not much for unusual sex toys, she is very much into anal play and loves to finger and fuck what she often says is my “absolutely perfect butt.” A high compliment, indeed, coming from an attractive aerobics instructor.
It was about a month ago that I last saw Jocelyn, the two of us enjoying a light meal after class before going to her apartment to make love. We had not showered at the club, preferring to do so together at her place. The simple task of lathering each other up under a light spray of warm water was enough to start our pussies tingling in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
That evening, as is frequently the case when we get together, we took turns fucking each other with Jocelyn’s strap-on. I enjoy doing her that way a lot for two reasons. First, it enables me to express my dominant side and, second, it’s a joy to watch how excited my lover gets when I’m fucking her as a man would, with strong, forceful thrusts into her pussy. I also enjoy licking the strap-on after she’s creamed all over it.
When it was my turn to be on the receiving end of the strap-on, Jocelyn did my pussy first, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm, and then pushed the thing into my bottom. Before fucking me, of course, she spent a lot of time playing with my butt, kissing it, licking it, caressing it as if it were one of her prized possessions, which in a way I suppose it is. Naturally, I love all the attention she lavishes on my behind, and getting fucked in the ass is something I’ve enjoyed ever since I can remember.
That night, in a super-horny state, Jocelyn gave my ass an especially good pounding, reminding me of Eric and the way he reams my nether hole when he’s close to coming. With my lover thrusting the faux cock into my butt again and again as I fiddled with my clitoris, it wasn’t long before I reached a mind-clouding orgasm that had me on the verge of swooning. Later, before I left for home, we made love in a quieter, more sensual fashion.
Interestingly, Gina and Jocelyn have never met, and s
ometimes I think it might be fun to introduce them so we could consider a threeway. But then again, perhaps not. Things are going so smoothly that it would be a shame if for one reason or another they didn’t get along and a strain was put on our separate relationships. No, better to maintain the status quo.
I’ve got two wonderful female lovers and a husband who wields a mean cock. Why mess with that?
—Ms. G.H., via email
On Our Anniversary, I Videotaped My Wife Having a Great Time With Two Hot Studs
My wife, Wendy, and I have been married for ten years, and the sex keeps getting better and better. About a year ago, we started watching X-rated movies, which never failed to turn us on to the point where we’d end up screwing like mad right there on the living room couch. These movies added fuel to the fire of fantasy, and one of my wife’s favorite fantasies was to be with two men at once. She enjoyed imagining herself on her hands and knees, with one of her dream lovers behind her, slamming his dick into her wet pussy, and the other in front of her, stuffing his man-meat into her hungry mouth.
I found it terrifically exciting thinking about my lovely blonde wife getting fucked by other men, so I began creating little scenarios for her, describing in detail how two handsome men would come into the bedroom and do a slow, sensual striptease. When they were down to their underwear, which would be bulging with their big cocks, they would command my wife to suck them off. Wendy would walk over to the studs and get down on her knees, eagerly hauling out their swollen cocks from their briefs and then sucking on them each in turn.
I would continue in this vein, describing in lusty detail what Wendy would do to the men and they to her, until she was so wet I could actually see her juices running down the insides of her thighs. She’d wind up begging me to fuck her, which, of course, I was only too happy to do.
Then one day my friend, Joe, who always had something sexual on his mind, phoned to say he had purchased a new video camera and that he’d let me borrow it to make a “fuck movie” with Wendy, if I was interested in doing such a thing. Interested? I was that and more. Our tenth anniversary was fast approaching, and I’d been looking for something truly special for Wendy that wouldn’t put me in the poorhouse. I asked my wife if she’d like to make our very own little porn movie and she said yes. The next day I phoned Joe and made arrangements to borrow the camera. And I made other arrangements as well.
Wendy had told me that her first husband, Steve, had a fabulous body that always turned her on, so I called him up, told him that I was making a fuck flick with Wendy and asked if he’d like to be in it. Steve was quick to admit that he often fantasized about fucking Wendy again and asked me please to count him in. My wife was still on friendly terms with him, so I knew she’d be pleased. Before hanging up, we set a date for him to come to the house.
There was another guy I knew who also got my wife horny. His name was Brad, a neighbor, who didn’t disguise his interest in Wendy. Whenever we went over to his house he’d find an excuse to be alone with her, and on more than a few occasions I caught him staring at her with lust in his eyes. So I wasn’t at all surprised when I phoned him with an invitation to fuck Wendy and he practically shouted out his acceptance.
Finally, the big day arrived. It was Saturday, and we spent the morning on the beach enjoying a leisurely breakfast of blueberry muffins and cantaloupe. To get Wendy focused on sex, I kept pointing out attractive guys and making up little stories about what they would do to her if we invited them home with us. It worked, because when we got back to the house and I said I was horny and wanted to get started on our sexy home movie, Wendy wasted no time hopping into the shower to get ready. I joined her and then, after toweling ourselves dry, we went into the bedroom where I had earlier set up Joe’s video camera on a tripod.
“Close your eyes, baby,” I said. “I have a big surprise for you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I went out to the garage to get Brad and Steve, who had been playing cards while waiting patiently for me to summon them “to the set,” as it were. We entered the bedroom to find my beautiful wife standing buck-naked with her eyes closed and her hands at her sides, looking deliciously vulnerable. I motioned for Steve to go to her, which he did immediately, pulling Wendy into his arms for a passionate kiss. She knew right away that it wasn’t me kissing her and, startled, she opened her eyes.
“Surprise, honey,” I called out.
Wendy smiled at her ex-husband and took note of Brad’s presence as well. “Oh, Thomas,” she said, “you are so bad. What have you gone and done now?”
“Should I ask them to leave?” I asked. “Don’t you dare,” my wife said, obviously happy with my surprise. “But what you can do is ask them to get naked so they can fuck me.”
Both Brad and Steve chuckled as they started removing their clothes. When they were naked and I was behind the camera, they got on the bed with Wendy and the action began. After some hot kissing and a lot of stroking, the guys got Wendy on her hands and knees and proceeded to fuck her. Steve did her from behind, slamming his big cock deep inside her pussy, while Brad, kneeling in front of her, fucked her pretty face. It was the most arousing thing I’d ever seen, and it was all I could do to keep my hands steady as I removed the camera from the tripod and stepped to the bed to capture the action up close.
Wendy was making animal-like grunting noises as her former husband pounded into her from behind, and the sexy slurping sounds she made while gobbling our horny neighbor’s cock were music to my ears. I moved around the bed, kneeling on it once or twice, as I sought out the best camera angles. I focused a lot on my wife’s face, which was a mask of desire as she got fucked at both ends at once.
“Oh, God, this is wonderful,” she crooned happily, taking a brief time-out from sucking on Brad’s balls while he rubbed his glistening cock all over her beautiful face. “Thank you, baby, so much.”
“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” I said. “I want you to enjoy every moment of this.”
Both Steve and Brad proved to be more than adequate cocksmen, combining true enthusiasm with nice staying power. For the next forty minutes or so they fucked Wendy every which way but loose. Somewhere in there I managed to get naked while manning the camera. I started playing director, suggesting different positions for Wendy and her two studs. And I was the one who called for the traditional “come shot,” with both Brad and Steve standing on the bed alongside my kneeling wife and blasting their respective loads all over her happy, upturned face.
Needless to say, I zoomed in for a glorious close-up of all that come on her nose, lips, and cheeks and dripping from her chin. It was a fabulous way to end our little video project—especially when I got my wife to give the camera a great big smile and wave good-bye.
I could tell that Steve and Brad were hoping I’d ask them to hang around for another scene, but I told them they had to go because it was my turn to fuck the “exciting new movie star in the making.” And no sooner had they departed than I was in bed with my happy wife, who even after getting balled by two able cocksmen was still in need of a sound screwing from her husband.
We did it missionary-style at first, but then moved to doggy-style, Wendy’s favorite. At one point she stopped me and reached into her nightstand drawer for a small vibrator, which she asked me to stick in her asshole while I fucked her. I was only too happy to oblige, because my wife has her most intense orgasms when I’m plowing her pussy from behind and that little vibrator is humming away in her ass.
“Oh, baby, fuck me hard,” she cried out over her shoulder as I resumed thrusting into her clasping pussy. “Give me one more anniversary orgasm.”
I did better than that. Wendy had one orgasm while I was fucking her pussy and jamming the vibrator into her tight behind and then another one when I blasted my load inside her hot, wet cunt. Truly exhausted now, I fell onto the bed next to her and rolled over onto my back.
“What a day,” I said, welcoming Wendy into my arms as she snuggled up close.
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“What an anniversary,” she said. “The best ever, I think.”
—Mr. T.L., St. Petersburg, Florida
She’s a Good Neighbor and an Even Better Lover
When I got home from work the other day my neighbor, Megan, was sitting on my steps, waiting for me. This was a ritual of ours—she taught Pilates in the afternoon, and then she’d meet me for a cup of coffee when I got home from the office. That day, she was wearing skintight leggings and a pair of short jogging shorts that showed off her long, muscular legs. She wore nothing but a sports bra on top, which showed off her flat belly. She was the exact opposite of me, with my big tits and wide hips. Furthermore, she was dark while I was fair.
I opened the door and she followed me inside. I went to change into sweats and a T-shirt, and when I returned to the living room Megan was sitting on the couch. We had some coffee and talked for a while. I tried to pay attention to what she was saying, but it was difficult because she looked so good she was making me horny. I had never been with another woman, but I knew that Megan was bisexual, and I’d always wondered if she was attracted to me as well.
By the time my husband, Les, came home, I was so hot I could have come when he kissed me. Megan and Les knew each other well, so when he went into the bedroom to change I invited her to stay for dinner, which she accepted. It was during dessert that the unexpected happened.
I had just slipped a spoonful of sorbet between my lips when something made me laugh, and the frozen dessert dropped onto the upper slope of my breast. Everybody laughed at that, and Les leaned over to pluck it off with his mouth.
“I wanted to do that,” Megan said, much to my surprise. We all stopped talking immediately. I felt a chill run down my spine and arousal spark in my pussy. Les nervously cleared his throat.
Feeling bold, I looked Megan right in the eye and said, “I wish you had.” She watched me for a moment to see if I were serious, and then at the same time we moved toward each other and kissed. I groaned as our lips touched, and my cunt grew wet and hot. Her lips were as soft as mine, and her warm tongue slid inside my mouth and traced the underside of my upper lip. Her hand reached for me, and then I felt another mouth kiss my cheek. I turned to meet Les’s hot tongue and lips, and then he kissed Megan. Breaking apart, we all laughed a little nervously.
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