- At his graduation party she gave him and his pals a special present
- He is surprised at the passion his wife shows with four young studs
- She loved giving oral sex, and her neighbors were very glad she did
- One guy stood her up, but four others more than made up for it
- Want to cure an ailing sex life? Get your wife to let you be the boss
- He thought she was a slutty woman. Well, she was slutty anyway
- His old dominatrix girlfriend inspires his wife to play sex games
- He loves dressing like a woman, and having sex like one as well
- Her idea was a wicked one—which was just why he agreed to it
- When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!
- When her sex life gets boring she takes to the streets—and loves it
- This man just loves making passes at girls who wear glasses
- Caught Off Guard
- Her sister told her to do something to really turn her man on, so she did
- Not To Be Hurried
- Can there be such a thing as having too much fun at a party?
- Tell Me Everything
- When the deed was done, she thanked him for opening her up
- Clueless Mom had to be the only one who didn’t see this coming
- When the power went out, she headed for the warmer bedroom
- Revenge can be as sweet as a young lady’s butt cheeks
- He didn’t even try to resist the charms of his new neighbor
- While the cat’s away, this minx finds a lusty tomkitten to play with
- He realized she wasn’t joking about what she wanted for her birthday
- To ease the neighbor lads’ loneliness, his wife befriended them
- There is sometimes safety in numbers, and sometimes wantonness
- A NIGHT WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND WAS HER FANTASY COME TRUE
- SHE TURNS LOTS OF GUYS ON WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
- THE SON COULDN’T DO IT, BUT HIS FATHER WAS A DIFFERENT STORY
- HE AND HIS FRIEND TEAM UP ON HIS WIFE, AND SHE JUST LOVES IT
When I was in junior college a friend of mine introduced me to photography, and I spent a good part of the following summer traveling through the western United States on my Harley, filming various state and national parks with my eight-millimeter movie camera.
A few years later I met a lovely lady named Jane at the plant where I worked. We started dating and soon became lovers. We had a lot of fun together, and the sex was great.
Shortly after we started dating I told Jane about my post-college trip, and she asked me if I still made movies. I said sometimes, and asked her why she wanted to know. It was only then that she told me that she moonlighted at night as a dominatrix at a sex club for women, and that she specialized in satisfying women who could not otherwise achieve orgasm. As I stared at her in astonishment, she asked me if I would be interested in filming her activities with these women. It didn’t take too much consideration for me to accept.
It turned out that Jane was more than proficient at her interesting task, and was able to induce orgasm in nearly all of her previously frustrated subjects. Those women paid her handsomely for their gratification, and also for the films I produced of their activities.
After two years of this, Jane and I began to drift apart, and we finally parted with mutual good wishes. After a year or so I met and married a terrific woman named Shannon, and in the course of time we had a child.
One day last winter Shannon was invited by a girlfriend of hers to an all-female “lingerie party,” which she attended while I took care of some chores at home, and put our young son to bed. Upon her return, she showed me a gift she had acquired at the party—an eight-inch plastic vibrator. It was quite impressive-looking, although it was nothing compared to some of the dildos Jane had used on her female slaves.
This reminder of my previous girlfriend had the effect of making me good and horny, and I suggested to Shannon that we take a shower together, which we did. It seemed that whatever had gone on at the lingerie party had turned Shannon on too. We stimulated each other under the running water, and as soon as we got out of the shower she grabbed her new plastic toy, got on her knees and began to suck furiously on my now rigid dick.
A minute later I felt the vibrator probing at my asshole. The combination of my wife deep-throating my swollen cock and the large dildo trying to make its way into my ass soon had my legs shaking vigorously. It then became impossible for me to restrain my ejaculation, and my come burst forth into my wife’s mouth. Shannon was unable to swallow it all, and a good part of it sprayed all over her breasts.
The next morning Shannon informed me that she intended to send our son off to her mother’s for the weekend so that we could be alone. Then, to my astonishment, she suggested that I pay a visit to our local adult bookstore, and procure not only one additional vibrator, but two! When I asked why, Shannon told me that she had been thinking of the stories I’d told her about Jane, and she suddenly had an urge to get very kinky and be subjected to extreme orgasmic bondage. Well, how could I not agree?
Early Friday morning I paid a visit to the store she had referred to. I sauntered around for awhile, considering their extensive selection of dildos, vibrators and other implements, until one particular item caught my eye. It was nine-inch-long black rotating dildo, and at its base was the figure of a bear with a large vibrating tongue. I had never seen one like that before, and I couldn’t resist picking it up.
Minutes later I found my second selection. It was at least 10 inches long and extremely thick, its diameter increasing toward the base. It looked almost like a horse cock, and I suspected it was just the thing to send my wife into a state of bliss. I purchased both implements, along with some chains and other materials that I thought might come in handy.
Upon my return home I found Shannon sipping a glass of brandy while awaiting my arrival. She tried to be cool, but I detected a hidden eagerness in her tone when she asked me if I had found what I wanted. I replied that I had, and told her to prepare herself while I set things up in the garage.
This took me about half an hour, and when I returned to our bedroom Shannon was nowhere in sight. I fixed myself a large glass of brandy and went in search of her.
I found her in the dining room, sitting in a large wooden chair, looking at various adult toys on her laptop. She was truly an erotic sight. She had put on a tight back corset which left her nice ripe breasts bare. Attached to it were garter straps that held up her sexy black nylons. The only other things she wore were black high-heeled shoes and black crotchless panties. Her nipples were hard as she studied the images on the computer. At the sight of her my cock got so hard it began to ache and throb.
Shannon, seeing me come in, turned and looked at me. She then moved her chair around to face me and, with a smile, lifted one leg and hooked it over the arm of the chair, fully exposing her pussy through the hole in her panties. Then with her right hand she began to finger herself there. I saw one finger insert itself inside her, and then another. Then, with her other hand, she raised one of her sweet breasts to her mouth and began to lick around the nipple, which soon became hard and erect. Her teeth pulled on the rigid nub as a small whimper came from her mouth. Then she raised her head and looked at me lustfully.
“You know what I want, don’t you?” she said in a hoarse voice.
“Yes, my dear,” I replied. “Let us have another brandy before we proceed. I think you’re going to need it.”
We went into the kitchen and had another shot. Then I found a soft silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. I told her she was a naughty bitch because she had not invited me to eat her pussy while she was playing with it, and I smacked her ass a few times. She caught her breath sharply and wobbled a bit in her high-heeled shoes, but she made no complaint.
I then led her cautiously outside and into the garage, where I had everything prepared. I placed her between two chains suspended from the rafters. Two additional chains lay on the floor, attached to heavy pieces of machinery. There were thin nylon ropes attached to the end of each chain, which I then proceeded to tie around her wrists and ankles. When I finished her arms and legs were spread as far apart as was feasible, the now rigid chains holding her in an erotic X.
Standing in front of her, I placed another nylon rope behind her neck and wrapped one of its long ends around her hard-nippled left breast, circling it several times. I did the same with the right breast, then tied the ends of the rope together behind her. I then stood back to admire my creation, noticing how the bindings seemed to enlarge her areolae and cause her nipples to stand out even more. I reached out to massage those captive mounds, and she gasped sharply.
“Ohh God, I love it!” she moaned breathlessly.
“That’s good, my dear, since you asked for this,” I said. “And now you’re going to get a taste of something else you asked for.”
With that I pulled out the larger of the two dildos I had purchased. I had oiled it up beforehand, and I now bent down and began to insert it between the lips of her pussy. It went in inch by inch, and when it was about four inches inside her, her torso began to shake.
“Oh my God!” she gasped out. “What is that thing? It feels like it’s going to burst my pussy apart!”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her, and I wasn’t too surprised when, after a moment, she just shook her head. I continued to work the thing inside her, moving it in and out until more than half of it was disappearing into her pussy with each stroke. Shannon was panting and moaning and actually trying to fuck herself on the dildo, but her movements were restricted by the chains that held her.
“You love it, don’t you, Shannon?” I said to her. “You really love having this big cock inside you, don’t you, you slut?”
“Oh God, I do!” she wailed. “Oh fuck, shit, it’s so damn big, my cunt is bursting, and I love it!”
“Good,” I said, and with that I pulled the thing out of her. She gave a cry of frustration and loss. “Oh no!” she pleaded. “Don’t take it away! Please!”
I gazed at my lovely wanton wife, standing there with her arms and legs stretched out and her body swinging back and forth. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “You’re now going to experience another friend of ours. You told me to buy two, remember? You might like this one even better.”
Bringing out the toy with the figure of the bear at its base, I turned it on and slowly slid the buzzing, rotating head up into her cunt. She began to shake again as it sank further into her, and when her clit came into contact with the bear, his moving tongue brought a shriek of passion from her wide-open mouth. Thrusting herself upon it as much as she could, she then began to moan in sheer ethereal ecstasy. As she did so I lowered my head to her taut rope-encircled breasts and began to suck on them.
“Oh Christ!” she gasped out as I tongued her turgid nipples. “Oh dear God I love this! Give me more! Please give me more, I’m going to come!”
With that I raised my head. “Oh no,” I said, teasing her. “You’ve been a bad girl, and I don’t want you to come yet.” And I pulled the vibrator partway out of her, so that the bear’s tongue was no longer in contact with her clit.
Shannon began to scream at me pleadingly, twisting her body and shouting, “No! No! Oh please, oh damn you, please, put it back, I’ll do anything for you, please!” I let her beg for several minutes before I pushed the thing back into place, letting that tongue do its work again. In about 15 seconds the chains began to shake violently.
Shannon’s legs trembled and her body strained even more tautly in its bonds as she screamed, “I’m coming! Oh Christ, I’m coming!” As she did so I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and she came so hard she positively ejaculated, exploding with such force and velocity that I could actually hear the sound of her orgasmic juices spattering against the concrete floor of the garage.
Her orgasm didn’t end right away; she kept coming and coming. I got down between her legs, and the juices from her pussy drenched my entire face. When I took her down she was so weak and drained that I had to carry her into the house. I put her to bed and she slept for 12 hours.
Gathering strength, as it turned out, for our next session.
—L.F., Topeka, Kansas
