My friends Kirk and Ian came by our house last week, bringing along some cold beer. I put on some music, and Ian asked Dina, my wife, for a dance. Dina looked at me and asked if I minded. Well, these guys were old friends of mine, so I told her to go ahead and enjoy herself.
I was helping myself to another can of beer when I saw Ian put has hand under my wife’s skirt. Not only did Dina not object to this, but I saw her surreptitiously brush her hand over his crotch.
Soon after that Dina started complaining about her panties riding up and getting in the crack of her ass. I told her to go ahead and take her panties off—or ask Ian to do it. Ian didn’t wait to be asked. He raised her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down below her butt. They fell to the floor, and Ian felt her ass as she stepped out of them.
When my wife Margo and I were first married I thought I was the luckiest man alive. My new bride was not only beautiful and intelligent, she was also a good cook, and we began a wonderful life together. We’d both been reared with strict family values, so neither of us really knew very much about sex, but we were fast learners and we practiced daily. As the years slipped by our sex life improved greatly, but it wasn’t until we began reading the letters in your magazine that it really blossomed. Reading about other people’s sexual activities seemed to give our own a whole new meaning, and to make our lovemaking sessions even hotter.
We both seemed to particularly enjoy the stories about husbands who shared their wives, so I eventually told Margo I thought it would be fun to watch her sometime with another man. Of course at first she said she would never do such a thing, but after almost a year of cajoling and persuasion, she finally said that if I was sure that was what I wanted, she might consider it. Even then she refused to choose the man, saying that if it was ever going to happen, I would have to pick someone and make all the arrangements. So I did.
I was looking forward to our honeymoon in Hawaii when one day, without warning, I received a padded envelope from my fiancé, containing her engagement ring. She had found someone else, and didn’t even have the decency to tell me face to face that she was leaving me.
Naturally, I was devastated by being so coldly dumped. For several months I found myself struggling to rebound. I was reluctant even to date, unable to climb out of the deep rut in which my ex-fiancée had left me. Not that I intended to swear off having sex forever or anything, but for the moment the most I could do was to indulge in girl-watching at a risk-free distance.
Maybe a whore was what I needed, I found myself thinking one day as I sat in a shopping mall food court, having a cup of coffee. The idea of visiting a red light district, or even treating myself to a high-priced call girl, seemed like an enticing possibility.
One Friday night last month my 41-year-old wife Dawn and I were waiting for our son Gary to return home from college for a long weekend. When it got to be around 10:30 we were starting to worry, because he normally arrived by nine or so. We called him on his cell phone, and when he answered he explained that he had two of his college friends with him, and they had stopped for a bite to eat, but they would be arriving soon.
Once our worries were allayed, I told Dawn I was going to bed. She said she wasn’t tired, and would wait up for Gary and his friends. After giving her a kiss, I went to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night.
Around seven in the morning I woke up to find that Dawn hadn’t come to bed, so I figured she had fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs. I went down to check on her, and got quite a shock at what I found.
This all took place about three years ago. My wife Jill was in her eighth month of pregnancy at the time, and with her swollen belly she looked like she would pop any day. It was her first pregnancy, and she was very proud and excited—so much so that she asked me if I would ask our next door neighbor Len, who was an amateur photographer, to take some pictures of her in her swollen condition. Len of course was very pleased to have the opportunity to demonstrate his skills.
We planned the photo session for a Sunday afternoon. Jill was looking really sharp and sort of sexy in her maternity outfit as we waited for Len to show up. The bright yellow dress she had on was rather short, and as she sat across from me on the couch I could see her bare thighs above her dark stocking tops. It was a very pleasant sight, and I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants. As Jill crossed her legs, exposing still more of her bare thighs, I wondered if she might consider canceling the photos so I could have sex with her; but even as I formulated these thoughts Len showed up with his camera, so I was stuck with my hard-on.
My wife Kim said she wanted to do something special for our anniversary, so she asked a good friend of hers named Delia if she would film us making love. She told me Delia was gay, so I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable about it, which didn’t really make a lot of sense to me, but I wasn’t about to argue with her.
Delia said she would be glad to do it, and on the day of our anniversary she showed up around five, wearing cutoff sweat pants and a halter top. Delia was a knockout brunette, about five feet seven with the figure of a model.
Kim had had a couple of drinks beforehand, so while I showed Delia how to work the camera, my wife got herself undressed and onto the bed, and actually started playing with herself. She looked totally hot, and I quickly took off my own clothes and went to join her.
I had always had a fantasy about my wife Katy fucking another man, but when I finally told her about it she reacted by saying, “I’ve never slept with anyone else before, and at age 42 I don’t intend to start now.” Then she added, “Why would you want the mother of your three children to have sex with someone else anyway?”
I apologized profusely and let the matter drop. But a year later the idea came up again.
Leo is an attorney who works at my firm, and we had become close since he was hired three years ago. One day we were having lunch together when a waitress began flirting with him. Leo is black and good-looking, and that sort of thing happens to him a lot. We began talking about how white women are attracted to black guys. Leo said he would bet me $100 that he could fuck any woman I picked. I gave it some thought, then remembered my fantasy. “Okay, you’re on,” I said, and pulled out my wallet to show him my wife’s picture.
I was 18 years old and had just graduated from high school when it happened. My parents went out to a party one night, and had not returned by the time I went to bed around midnight. A little later I was awakened by voices downstairs, one of which I didn’t recognize. Carefully, I got out of bed and looked downstairs through the stair railings. There, sitting on the sofa, were my parents, with a black gentleman sitting across from them. My parents were in their mid-40s, but the black fellow had a lot of gray showing, and I guessed him to be at least 60, maybe 65. He also seemed to have the best seat in the house, as my mom was wearing a short green skirt and her legs were partly open, giving him a lot of scenery to admire.
I went back to bed, but later I was awakened again, this time by sounds coming from my parents’ bedroom. I could hear my mom’s voice, and it sounded as though she was moaning. I got up again and moved quickly to my parents’ bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. I looked in carefully, and got the shock of my life.
My husband and I are huge fans of your magazine. It is our “go to” resource for spicing up our sex life. My husband particularly enjoys the “Wife Watching” issue, and loves to fantasize about watching me being fucked by a big-dicked stranger. So he was very surprised when, during a recent game of “Truth or Dare,” I told him that I wanted to reverse the roles for a change, and dared him to let me watch him with another woman.
Yes—instead of it being him watching me getting plowed by a huge cock, I told him I wanted to be the voyeur, and to watch his not inconsiderable dick plowing into a strange pussy.
I don’t find this kind of situation treated very much in your magazine, probably because your fan base is mostly men. My husband loves the stories about guys watching their wives getting fucked by a stranger, a coworker, some guys she picks up or whatever. We’ve never actually done that, as I am not ready for that kind of action . . . yet. But I wanted to try something different, and I figured what could be more different than giving him the green light to fuck another woman?
After we went together for seven months I asked my girlfriend to marry me. She said she would if I gave her something she’d wanted on our wedding night. I agreed and we set the day. Then I asked Sue what she wanted on our wedding night.
She said, “I want to have sex with your friends Rick, Charley and Paul while you watch, and after they fill my pussy full of come, I want you to lick my ass crack up through my slit for about five minutes, and then you can have sloppy seconds.”
We had a small wedding, then drove to a motel about 50 miles away. Inside, we all took our clothes off. Charley and Rick had eight-inch dicks, Paul over nine. Sue told me to film everything that looked hot or slick. She laid down with a pillow under her butt, and Charley slid his hard dick in her wet cunt while the others sucked her breasts and she stroked their dicks. After Charley fucked her as hard as he could, her pussy was a mess, but it sure smelled good. I tasted her juices.