My husband Lou and I had plans to go out for dinner with our friends Nick and Alice to celebrate my birthday. The night before, Lou suggested to me that we also invite Del, another friend of ours, who had been recently divorced. “It’ll do him good to get out,” he told me. “I don’t think he’s left the house since Joyce moved out six months ago.”
I called Del, who was hesitant at first and said he would think about it. I told him to stop thinking, and that we would pick him up the next evening about six-thirty.
The next night I wore a short blue dress that always turned my husband on. Instead of stockings I wore pantyhose over my white cotton bikini panties, as the dress was so short it would have showed the tops of the stockings when I sat down.
We picked Del up on our way to get Nick and Alice, and the five of us had a wonderful meal, with an endless supply of wine. Lou was also drinking bourbon, and by the time we left he was in no shape to drive. I got into the front seat, thinking Nick and Del would put Lou in beside me, but instead they put him the back seat with Alice. Nick got into the driver’s seat, while Del sat on the other side of me for the ride back.
You want to know what turns me on? Glasses. Eyeglasses. On girls. I know Dorothy Parker said, “Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses,” but old Dorothy didn’t know what she was talking about as far as I’m concerned. Women with glasses are sexy as hell. Some guys go for big tits, some go for nice asses, some for a well-shaped leg. Some are hooked on long hair or green eyes or a sexy voice. Some guys are foot fetishists, and some are even attracted by a good personality. Me, I’m a glasses guy. I would rather fuck a plain, skinny, nondescript girl with an attractive pair of glasses than the most gorgeous, voluptuous, seductive female with 20/20 vision. Or even worse—contacts.
Glasses, like girls, come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Plain or fancy, round or square, wire-rimmed, horn-rimmed or with no rims at all, they are endlessly fascinating. And arousing. A well-crafted pair of glasses will give me a hard-on anytime. And they invariably make their wearer an object of instant lust.
I am a 21-year-old female and will be graduating this year from a Midwestern university. One day last summer I was supposed to meet some friends for drinks at a hotel bar in the city. While I was waiting I got a call on my cell phone informing me that my friends’ plans had changed and they couldn’t make it. But since I was already there, I figured I would have a glass of wine to celebrate the fact that I had just turned 21.
Actually I ended up having several glasses, and I was feeling a little high. I was dressed in a white blouse, a short skirt, white woolen knee socks and loafers. After a while a couple sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with me. Their names were Paul and JoAnn. They were in their 20s and were staying at the hotel. Paul was tall, good-looking and casually dressed, and JoAnn was a pretty blonde in a red dress with high boots. They bought me another glass of wine and engaged me in some pleasant small talk. I was feeling no pain. Read More…
I’m a more or less happily married housewife in my early 40s, but the problem is that my husband and I are in a rut. He’s a successful businessman who works long hours. This has really cut into our social life, which is now pretty much reduced to boring dinner parties with his clients. Needless to say, our sex life is almost non-existent.
Sometimes when I used to go into town to shop or whatever, I would see prostitutes conducting their business, and I found myself almost envying some of them as they climbed into strangers’ cars. Unfortunately, the only sex I’d had for years had consisted of me lying on my back for two or three minutes, till my husband got done and climbed off me. In fact, the most intense sexual pleasure I received came from my fingers and my dildo.
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After more than 20 years of reading letters in your magazine about men who dress as women, I had to try it, though I had no idea what it could lead to. I started by just trying on my wife’s panties. I loved it, and I couldn’t stop. I soon added more—crotchless pantyhose, nylons, lingerie, bras; then fake boobs, wigs, heels, lipstick, makeup, everything. As I have little facial or body hair, I looked very passable as a woman.
Soon just dressing up for myself wasn’t enough; I needed to find someone to do it with. The thought of being a woman in the company of a man turned me on. Years earlier I had engaged in sexual things with guys. I didn’t dress as a woman at the time, but I let several guys suck my cock. They wanted to fuck me in the ass as well, and I found that I loved it. But after I got married I stopped, and didn’t do it for years. Then, when I started dressing up, I had a strong urge to do it again.
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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. Read More…
I’m a 34-year-old married man, and one of my coworkers is Renee, who I always thought of as basically a whore. Renee is five feet five and 130 pounds, with big boobs and prominent nipples. She goes braless a lot, sometimes in a see-through blouse, and wears short dresses with sexy thong panties. She knows she drives me crazy.
One day I came out of the bathroom and Renee asked me with a grin if I’d been playing with myself in there.
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Carol and I have been married for over 30 years. After putting up for a long time with a declining sex life, I took over, and I now control our sexual activity.
This started several months ago, after a fight about sex. Carol got tired of my complaining, and finally said, “Okay, fine, you be the boss. Whatever you say goes.” She may have thought I would back down or something, but she was surprised when I took her at her word. And I think she was even more surprised to find that she liked it that way as much as I did.
One thing I took care of right away. My wife loves to clean our house, and I decided this should be entertaining for me. Now when she cleans she wears a pair of five-inch heels, a short silk nightgown and nothing else. If I decide to grab her tits or finger-fuck her she stops what she is doing while I have my fun. Just watching her is great, stopping her is better. And oh yes, she knows she’d better keep my wine glass full at all times.
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When Charlene suggested that she sodomize me with a strap-on dildo, I was both amused and taken aback. It was not a fantasy I had ever considered.
But this girl did have a definite fantasy, and it was wild. Some months earlier she had been to a bachelorette “cruelty party.” This is a gathering at which girls hire male strippers, but warn them in advance that they will do all kinds of raunchy things to them.
Charlene said she’d had a good time, but she wished she’d had a strap-on. There was one stripper she particularly fancied, and she’d really wanted to fuck him with a harness dildo. I asked her why, and she said it was just for the novelty of it. Something different. But I knew there was more to it than that. I could tell that the idea turned her on because it was wicked, decadent, indecent, and improper.
My wife and a few others told their coworker Roberta, who’s 50 and not unattractive though no model , with an older husband who she complains hasn’t paid her any sexual attention in years, that she needs to get laid, even if it’s a one-night stand. They even offered to give her a makeover and hook her up with a gigolo.
She flatly refused the gigolo but kept complaining about her frustrations. My wife was talking about this one day, and I joked that may be I should help. She stared at me for nearly a minute, then said, “Yes, you should. She’s a dear friend who needs to get laid, and you’re a horny bastard. I’ll tell her you’ll do it.”
I was shocked that my normally jealous wife would even consider letting me have sex with anyone else, even someone more than 20 years older than me, but once Roberta accepted the proposal, I was on the hook. It was arranged for her to stop by our place after her makeover, when my wife would be out of the house.
On the day I was horny as hell, partly because my wife cut me off from sex two days prior “to help prime me.” Roberta arrived wearing a nice fairly tight blouse and a shape-hugging skirt. Her hair was different, and her makeup was sensuously done but not slutty.
I gave her a glass of wine and we sat down. I said how nice she looked, and it was too bad her husband had lost interest in sex. She was relaxed a bit, and I put my arm around her. Her lips looked nice so I kissed her, slipping my tongue in. She was initially tense but her tongue relaxed and we stayed lip-locked awhile.
My cock twitched, and I raised my hand to her tits, which were sort of small. I undid her blouse and got her out of it, and sat back to take in the sight of her in her half-cup bra. She felt awkward about her small tits, but I put her at ease by unclipping her bra. I was pleasantly surprised by her beautiful pink nipples, which I couldn’t resist paying close attention to with my hands and mouth. Her appreciative moans told me I must be doing an okay job.
My prick ached to be re leased, so I guided her hand to my crotch. She squeezed me a bit before unzipping me and pulling my prick out. She said how good it felt to have one in her hand after so long, and I asked if she wanted to suck it. She said she hadn’t sucked a cock in” more than 30 years and even then only did it twice.
I put my hand behind her head and guided her to it. I liked the eager way she took it in her mouth, then sucked it, moving her head up and down the shaft. It felt so nice that I was soon ready to explode. I urged her to keep going until I erupted in her mouth. Although she gagged a little, her throat muscles got most of my load down. After milking me, she looked up, my come dribbling down her chin, something I love to see.
It didn’t take me long to get hard again, and I wanted to fuck her. I ran my hand under her skirt and rubbed her panty crotch, getting her nice and damp. I yanked her panties off, then pulled her onto my lap. With her skirt bunched at her waist, I put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and pulled her down on it. Her eyes got wide, her mouth hung open, and she gave a long moan as she sank down on me.
Since she hadn’t been penetrated in so long, I had to ease gently in and out. Once she got used to me and her juices began to flow, I could go in deeper. She loved it! She got louder and louder as I gripped her ass and raised and lowered her on me while thrusting my hips up at the same time. She kept crying out until I shot my load in her. She eased off of me, and to my delight went back down on me to lick her juice and the rest of the come from my prick.
We relaxed for nearly an hour, with her playing with me and me playing with her. When I could finally come back to life, I asked if her husband or anyone else ever had her ass. She said no. I said I wanted to be the first. She was apprehensive, but I told her the secret to anal sex is to relax her ass and use lots of lube.
I got her in position and with K-Y on my fingers slid them around her hole, then gently eased first one, then another in her virgin ass. She was tense at first, but then I felt her relax a little. When I felt the time was right, I put my cockhead to her hole and slowly pushed in. She hissed and gasped and begged me to go slow, which I did. Damn, she was tight! The feeling around my cock was incredible. I wondered how long I could keep from coming, even after coming twice. I went deeper and deeper till my balls hit her ass and her moans filled the room. As I thrust slowly in and out, I reached around to rub her pussy. This drove her wild. My balls twitched, and I held her round hips and pumped away until I coated her bowels with hot come.
We were both worn out. Roberta looked at me weakly but with total satisfaction. Tears ran down her cheeks. We dressed and cleaned up before my wife returned. I told her in detail how it went, and then she talked privately with Roberta.
Roberta thanked my wife profusely for sharing me, and she said it was no prob lem. The second Roberta was gone we had awesome sex, over and over, while we talked in depth about what happened.
I asked my wife what was next, and she said I could keep servicing Roberta if I wanted, but since I was hav ing sex on the side she was entitled to too. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have a choice. I don’t know what or who my wife has done since then, but I have to accept it, since it was my big mouth that got me into all of this.—Name and address withheld
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