My wife is a fairly normal person when it comes to sex. She likes to watch porn and has a few toys, but the kinky part of her is pretty much limited to that–except when she has a few drinks.
Darlene still looks as sexy at thirty-one as she did when we got married eleven years ago. She has dark hair and eyes, olive skin, voluptuous breasts and legs to die for. One very hot day two summers ago, she decided to sit out in our yard and catch some rays. We lived in a town house then, with only a postage-stamp-size yard in front.
We had set up the kids’ pool there, and I watched and splashed around with them as Darlene lounged in a chair. Another of my duties that day was to keep her hydrated with pi a coladas. We were out there from noon until four with the sun beating down, the kids playing and my wife downing the drinks that I kept coming. I snuck frequent glances at her rapidly browning body, incredibly sexy in a bikini consisting of a yellow top and a black bottom, which contrasted beautifully with her skin.
Finally the kids had had enough. I hauled them in the house, dried them off and put them down for a nap. I returned to the yard with a beer in hand, noticing with lust how Darlene was lying on her stomach, her top undone, showing her beautiful figure from the rear.
I asked her how she was doing, and she asked me to spray her with water to cool her off a bit. I got out the misting gadget she used to spray the plants and did as she asked, covering her back and legs with the cooling moisture. The water beaded up on her skin, and I couldn’t help myself. I began to rub it into the backs of her legs.
I started at her feet and worked slowly up over her muscled calves to her thighs. She never moved. Emboldened by her evident acceptance, I proceeded to run my fingertips over her inner thighs, and then over the black fabric covering her slit. A soft, sultry moan escaped in the dead air of the afternoon, and her hips lifted off the chair, offering my hand greater access.
I began to rub Darlene’s pussy, touching her clit as I worked my fingers along her labia. Her hips squirmed, and I figured now was my chance. I slid one finger, and then a second, beneath the material at her crotch. The lips of her pussy were swollen and damp–whether from the heat or from my playing with her, I wasn’t sure. I slid my fingers along them and wriggled one in her opening.
Darlene turned her head then. “Take them off,” she whispered to me.
I looked around and saw that there was no one on the street or anywhere in sight. The kids were safely asleep inside. I took hold of the bikini bottom and slid it down her glistening legs.
The alcohol must have really taken effect, because no sooner had I slipped off the tiny bikini bottom than Darlene rolled over on her back. Her loosened top slid off to the side, and she spread her legs, dangling her feet over the edges of the chair. Her entire body was on display right there in our front yard!
I saw through her sunglasses that her eyes were closed. The pinkness of her nipples clashed with the whiteness of her breasts. Her neatly trimmed pussy shone with moisture. I changed positions, so I was now sitting near her head. I leaned over and began toying with her nipples. They hardened immediately, as did my cock.
I looked around again. No one was in sight, but I knew that at any minute a car or a neighbor could appear. Undaunted, I continued to tweak and tug at her large nips. She reached her hands up over her head and started to toy with my cock through my shorts. I kept one hand on her breasts and leaned forward, stretching to touch her mound with the other hand.
Darlene moaned lustily, and her legs spread even farther apart, as if with a mind of their own. I rubbed her clit in a circular motion. I moved my other hand down from her breasts and stroked her swollen lips, spreading them, revealing the pinkness of her pussy–in our yard, in plain view.
I couldn’t believe what my normally staid wife did next. As I leaned over, working her pussy with both hands, she slid my hard dick out from the leg of my shorts. Her tongue touched the head. Then her mouth engulfed it. I caught my breath as she began to suck me right there.
My fingers spread her lips wider. She twitched, and I took this as an invitation. I slid first one finger, and then another, in her warm tunnel. As I moved my fingers in and out of her, my hips moved to the same rhythm, the rhythm of my cock fucking her face.
One of Darlene’s hands reached up and started to play with her nipple, while the other rubbed her clit. Since she almost never touched herself when we engaged in foreplay, I knew she was over the edge. I moved my free hand slowly to her ass and touched a finger to her anus. Instead of clenching her cheeks together, as she normally would have, she groaned around my cock as I slid that finger into her tightness.
All three of my wife’s orifices were now filled with parts of me. Her lower body was grinding now, responding to the constant working of my fingers. Her hips bucked and her skin became coated with sweat as her arousal intensified. The beginnings of orgasm soon racked her body, causing her to gulp hard around my dick, and then her mouth released me as she gasped out her climax.
I slid my fingers out of Darlene’s twitching cunt and asshole as her orgasm subsided. I reached down then and started to stroke myself, knowing my own peak was near. She lay there, still breathing hard. A wave of heat hit me, and my cock jerked in my hand, spurting its fluid all over my wife’s chest and stomach. Without missing a beat, she lifted her hands languidly and rubbed my come into the flesh of her body.
I looked around again, amazed that no one had seen us. I put my cock away quickly and handed Darlene her bikini top, but she dressed unhurriedly, sipping her drink as if she still didn’t care who saw her. No wonder I love her!–J.L., Providence, Rhode Island
I was standing in physical therapy when I saw her, and I just stopped and stared as she walked by, my lower jaw hanging down. I had seen beautiful women before, but this nurse was something else. Her loose uniform prevented me from seeing what kind of body she had, but her overall appearance suggested that it would be a great one.
I had never seen her before, but as I watched her walk down the corridor I hoped I would be seeing a lot more of her. Maybe I could even get something going with this nurse and my wife Rachel, I thought. Fat chance.
I finished in PT and put my cart away. It was still early in my eight-to-four swing shift, but all my work was done and I wanted to make my escape while I could. I had the next seven days off and I wanted a head start. It was just about midnight, and I figured Rachel wouldn’t have been in bed too long by the time I got home. The half-hour drive went quickly, but I was surprised to find the lights still on at the house, and a little annoyed to find a car in my parking spot. As I turned off the engine I was even more surprised to hear music coming from the house. Then a shadow passed across the living room window.
As quietly as I could, I climbed out of my car and crept up to the window. Through the drapes I could just make out four people sitting at the dining room table. I made my way around the house to the dining room windows, and was relieved to find that the curtains had not been closed. Looking in, I felt my jaw drop in disbelief. There, seated around the table were Rachel, her friend Jessie, Jessie’s husband Hal and some guy I had never seen before. It wasn’t the fact that these people were in my house at this early hour that stunned me. No–it was the fact that Jessie was in just her bra and panties, Hal was bare-chested, the stranger wore only his pants, and Rachel was wearing her jeans and bra, but no shirt. They were obviously playing strip poker.
I couldn’t make out what was being said, so I made my way to the back of the house and slid open the window to the guest bedroom, then climbed through and tiptoed down the hallway until I could see into the dining room. From my vantage point I had a clear view of the large wall mirror, which showed me everything in the room, without the danger of detection.
I still couldn’t believe that my beautiful wife was playing strip poker. She wouldn’t even play regular poker with me! I watched silently as the cards were dealt and the stranger, who seemed to be named Travis, won. I stared hungrily as Jessie removed her bra and Rachel removed her jeans. Hal lost his pants as well. The game was one hand away from being over if Jessie lost. It was Rachel’s turn to deal. I watched as each card was dealt, and I could hardly suppress a groan of disappointment as Jessie won the hand. Hal removed his socks, and Travis rather theatrically took off his pants. Rachel was watching carefully, as if she didn’t want to miss a thing. Travis’s body looked like it had been chipped from rock. He had a very muscular physique, which I envied. Then Rachel slowly removed her bra, her hands holding the cups in place as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders. Then she lowered her hands, taking the bra with them. Travis and Hal were all eyes as my golden-haired wife’s tits came into view.
Now Jessie dealt the cards, her grapefruit-size tits jiggling with each movement. The bets were made and the cards were shown. Rachel won, and I watched breathlessly as Jessie, Hal, and Travis stood up. Jessie slowly removed her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, the small patch of pubic hair testifying that her blondeness was genuine. Hal slid off his briefs, uncovering his massive hard-on. It had to have measured at least eight inches, but was not particularly thick. Then Travis removed his boxers. My breath caught in my throat as his monster cock was revealed. If Hal measured eight inches, Travis had to be ten or eleven, and was as thick around as three of my fingers.
“Looks like you won, Rachel,” Jessie said.
“I guess I did,” my wife replied. “Never thought I would win at a game of poker. But what do we do now?”
“Well,” Travis said, “we could keep playing, and the winner of each hand gets to put his or her clothes back on. Or–” He hesitated, looking at Jessie and Rachel. “Or the winner of each hand gets to pick something they want to see one of the others do.”
“Sounds like fun,” Jessie said, eyeing Rachel. Everyone agreed, and Hal dealt the cards. Travis was the winner.
“Now what?” Rachel asked.
“Now I want to see Jessie suck my cock,” Travis said with a grin.
Jessie stood up and walked around the table, then knelt between Travis’s legs. She licked tentatively at the bulbous head of his dick before slowly engulfing the turgid rod in her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly up and down over his shaft, taking a little more into her mouth each time. Try as she might, though, she could not manage to take it all. Yet she kept trying for several minutes, until Travis finally stopped her. “Whoa, don’t want things to end to soon,” he said with a grin.
Another hand was dealt, and Hal won.
“Let’s see,” he said, and thought a minute. “How about if Jessie sucks Rachel’s pussy? But I want Rachel to lie down on the table so we can all get to see.”
Hal and Travis cleared the table, then helped Rachel up onto it. They placed themselves on either side of her, where they could get the best view, as Jessie stood up and walked up to her. I watched in awe as Jessie pulled Rachel’s panties down and off. Gently pulling her legs apart, the blonde woman bent down and softly ran the tip of her tongue across Rachel’s pussy lips. A soft moan escaped my lovely wife’s mouth. Jessie now pulled the outer lips apart, revealing her clit. Up to now she had been slow and tender, but suddenly she was like a woman possessed as she ravenously attacked Rachel’s pussy. Rachel’s body bucked, and she began moaning and writhing non-stop. Locking her legs around Jessie’s head, she ground her inflamed pussy against the other woman’s face.
The men were not standing idly by. They were leaning over Rachel, each of them feasting on one of her tits, and at one point she grabbed for their engorged cocks and began stroking them, one in each hand. Before my eyes my beautiful wife was being transformed into a ravenously sexual woman who couldn’t get enough. Now, turning her head toward Hal, she devoured his manhood with her mouth, sucking his shaft fiercely, only to abandon him a minute later and turn to do the same to Travis. I had never seen her so turned on. Suddenly she screamed around Travis’s cock, her back arching off the table as a massive orgasm swept over her.
Jessie remained between Rachel’s legs, still nuzzling fiercely at her pussy, while my wife continued working on Hal and Travis. Soon both men were close to coming. Whipping their cocks from Rachel’s grasp, they beat themselves to orgasm, shooting wad after wad onto Rachel’s heaving tits, until her glorious mounds were running with come. At that point Jessie abandoned Rachel’s pussy, kissing her way up my wife’s body, then licking up all the come from her chest, paying special attention to her rigid nipples.
Once Jessie had cleaned off Rachel’s chest, she turned her attention to Travis, grabbing his huge member and leading him by it to the living room. Climbing off the table, Rachel took hold of Hal’s shaft and followed her. I managed to remain unseen by retreating to the kitchen, but there was no convenient mirror in the living room, and I couldn’t see what was going on without revealing myself. Creeping back out the bedroom window, I moved to the front of the house, but with the curtains blocking the living room window I couldn’t see anything but vague forms.
Reluctantly I went back to my car, started it up as quietly as I could and drove down the road until I could watch the house without being seen. I looked at my watch and saw that it was now three in the morning. I waited there in my car for some time, and finally I saw my front door open, and Rachel, Jessie, Hal and Travis walk out. Rachel kissed each of them and watched as they climbed into their car and drove off. It was now four-thirty, close to the time when I would ordinarily be getting home.
I sat in my car for another half hour, softly stroking the strongest erection I could ever remember having. I was stunned by Rachel’s actions, and by my reaction. We had talked about swinging, but nothing had ever come of it, and no opportunity had ever presented itself until now.
I drove back to the house and went inside. In the bedroom, Rachel was sleeping soundly. I cuddled up next to my beautiful wife and drifted off to sleep with the vision in my mind of her lying on the table with three people servicing her wanton appetites.
Waking suddenly, I turned over and looked at the alarm clock. It was eleven o’clock, and Rachel was gone. I wondered where she was. Then, as I thought about what I had seen last night, I had an idea. I dressed and went downtown, looking for a good electronics store. When I found one, I purchased several security cameras of the most sophisticated type, complete with sound. Rachel still wasn’t home when I got back, so I hurried inside and began installing the cameras, positioning them so they could not be readily observed. I put one each in the bathroom, the bedroom, the dining room and the living room. Then I climbed back into bed and fell asleep.
Rachel got back in time to wake me at five o’clock so I could get ready for work. When she did this, I realized that she had forgotten about my vacation days, which was fine with me. As she was making dinner I set the four cameras on motion-sensing mode, so that they would automatically start filming whenever anyone entered the room. At seven o’clock I left the house as usual, and drove around for a couple of hours. Then I drove back to where I had parked before to observe my house. Sure enough, at about ten-thirty Jessie, Hal and Travis appeared and were promptly admitted to the house.
Heading downtown again, I found an all-night movie, where I killed a couple of hours. After that I had breakfast and coffee at a diner until it was time for me to come home. Rachel woke up as I got into bed with her. She told me she was planning to go over to Jessie’s for the day and hang out, since Hal had to work. I told her that was fine, and went to sleep.
A couple of hours later I heard Rachel get up, but I pretended to still be asleep until I heard her leave. Once she was safely gone, I got up, dressed, grabbed the videotapes from the cameras and headed to the living room. I put the tape from the living room camera in the VCR, rewound it and hit “play.” Sure enough, I hit pay dirt on the first try.
The scene started with my beautiful wife ushering the other three into the room. I watched as Jessie and Hal sat in the recliners, and Rachel and Travis settled on the couch. For a while they all just sat around talking about nothing in particular.
It was Travis who made the first move. I watched as he placed his hand on Rachel’s knee. When she made no objection he slowly worked his way up her leg, still talking to Hal and Jessie. Rachel parted her legs a bit, allowing Travis’s hand to slide under her skirt. A small moan escaped her, and she closed her eyes, which told me that Travis’s hand had reached heaven’s gate. While he continued to work under her skirt, Rachel loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, then reached inside and pulled out his massive cock. Jessie and Hal were all eyes as my gorgeous wife rocked her hips against Travis’s hand while fisting his shaft at the same time.
Then Jessie stood up and began to undress. Totally nude, she crossed the room and knelt between Travis’s legs, where she made quick work of undressing him. Meanwhile Hal had taken off his own clothes and now came over to undress Rachel. With all four of them nude, Hal leaned in and began to lick and suck at Rachel’s pussy. Jessie gently removed Rachel’s hand from Travis’s shaft and bent to take it in her mouth, swallowing as much of it as she could. Travis reached down to cup her tits in his hands while she worked on his raging hard-on.
Rachel was humping her hips against Hal’s face, her eyes closed, lost in the erotic sensations he was giving her as he worked noisily on her wet pussy. Then she screamed, and her whole frame went rigid as her orgasm wracked her body. Travis, however, showed no sign of losing control as Jessie continued to suck him. Then they changed positions, Rachel now kneeling on the floor between Hal’s legs while Travis crouched between Jessie’s thighs, gently stroking his tongue through her pussy lips.
Rachel licked, kissed and nibbled her way up and down Hal’s shaft, at first avoiding the bulbous head, while Hal’s hips bucked as he tried to work his cock between my beautiful wife’s lips. Finally she took mercy on him and devoured his throbbing tool, taking it deep into her mouth. Hal began to fuck her mouth slowly, at the same time reaching over to fondle his own wife’s large nipples.
After several minutes they once again changed positions. Hal and Travis lay on their backs on the floor. Jessie mounted Travis while Rachel mounted Hal, and as they began fucking the two women leaned toward each other and kissed, while fondling each other’s tits. They fucked and bounced in erotic abandon, their faces reflecting their ecstatic enjoyment. Then Jessie climbed off Travis’s dick and crouched on the floor between Hal’s legs, raising her ass in the air so Travis could impale her from behind. She then began to lick and suck on Rachel’s clit as my wife bounced up and down on Hal’s pole, while Travis rammed into Jessie with increasing urgency. In a few minutes the air was filled with grunts and moans as everyone came in one mutual climax. Travis pulled out of Jessie and shot a load so powerful that the first couple of spurts arched over her back and landed on Rachel’s tits, the rest splashing onto Jessie’s ass. Hal pulled out of Rachel and showered Jessie’s face and my wife’s pussy with his cream. Jessie lovingly licked Rachel’s tits clean of Travis’s juice, then kissed her deeply. Then they lay quietly for a while as the guys softly stroked the women’s bodies, until finally they all got up and dressed.
I put a new tape in the living room camera and reset it, just in case there was another meeting that night. Then I climbed into my car and drove out to Jessie’s house, hoping to catch some more action. I parked a block away and made my way to the house. I saw Rachel’s car in the driveway, and carefully peered into the living room window. The room was empty. I then moved to the front door and found it unlocked. Silently I entered Jessie’s house, and I heard soft moans coming from the back. I tiptoed cautiously down the hallway until I found myself standing outside Jessie’s bedroom. The door was open a crack, and peeking through it I had a clear view of Rachel and Jessie on the bed. They were both nude and locked in an urgent 69 position. There was no delicacy about their coupling it was almost animalistic, the way they were attacking each other, avidly devouring each other’s crotch.
Jessie buried three fingers deep inside Rachel’s pussy, and Rachel moaned with pleasure. Then Jessie climbed off the bed. I heard her rummaging through a drawer, and then she reappeared, holding a double-headed dildo. Slowly she inserted one end into Rachel, then lay down with her pussy inches from Rachel’s cunt and inserted the other end into herself. They fucked each other with abandon. Suddenly Travis appeared by the bed, also nude, and fed his cock into Rachel’s hungry mouth. Rachel worked on his shaft as urgently as she was fucking Jessie. Travis squeezed her tits with one hand, while the other moved down to play with the clits of both women.
Rachel now rolled on top of Jessie, and I watched in fascination as Travis grabbed a jar of Vaseline and liberally coated Rachel’s asshole with it, then lathered some onto his prick and his fingers. Slowly he worked one finger into her tight anus, and then another. He waited for her to get used to them before inserting a third finger. Once she had relaxed sufficiently, he withdrew the fingers and carefully eased his cock into her bowels. Inch after inch of his shaft disappeared into that narrow passage, until his balls lay against her ass cheeks. He held himself there for several minutes, while Jessie meanwhile continued to pound herself and Rachel with the dildo.
Now Travis began to move slowly in and out of Rachel’s tight asshole, her moans of passion urging him on. Soon he was fucking my wife forcefully, his balls slapping against her writhing buttocks. Rachel’s breath came in gasps as she got closer to orgasm. Travis was nearing his climax as well. His body tensed as he worked to hold off his impending release.
“I’m . . . I’m coming!” Rachel wailed, “Ohh . . . Ooohh God, I’m coming!”
At that point I made a hasty retreat, not wanting to get caught. I still could not believe everything I had seen, on the tape and just now. My sweet wife had become a sexual animal, and I desperately wanted to take her and make passionate love to her. But she had a good thing going, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her. I wasn’t sure how Jessie or Hal would react if they found out that I knew about the four of them. So I decided I would just keep quiet and see how things developed. They developed faster than I expected, and I’ll tell you about it next time.–L.T., Baltimore, Maryland
The two of us have talked a lot about our fantasies, about what we’d enjoy doing. They have ranged from simple “watching” and “being watched” to a full swap. They have gone so far as to include one of my favorites, coming home for lunch and catching you in the shower with another woman.
You call me at work and ask me what time I will be home for lunch. In about an hour, I say. I am curious as to why you would ask, but we are fairly busy, so it slips my mind. I am getting ready to leave when you page me with a series of repetitions of our secret signal that says, “I am very, very wet.”
My mind drifts back to the question you asked on the phone. I start to imagine all types of things. I come in the front door, and you’re sitting nude at the piano, playing. Or: I come in the front door and hear a video playing in the bedroom, and when I walk in, you’re masturbating. Never in my wildest dreams do I suspect what I will actually find.
I pull up in front of the house, and there’s a red Mustang sitting in front. My thoughts change immediately from a sexual scene to a visit from one of your friends. Needless to say, I don’t have a clue as to what type of visit it will turn out to be. Still, expecting a visitor, I have to rearrange my pants to tuck away the half-woody I’ve sprouted.
When I enter the door, I go immediately back toward the den looking for you. But you’re not there. So I walk down toward the back bedroom to see if you’re on the computer. But when I turn the corner, I hear the shower running. The bathroom door is closed, though, so I can’t see what’s going on.
I ease the door open and try to look in the small mirror below the cabinet. I see two bodies in the shower! I ease the door open farther and slip into the bathroom. I am astonished to see you in the shower with another woman! She’s tall, with a slender build. Around forty-five–but like you, she could pass for thirty. Her breasts are firm and full, her waist small.
You are standing in the shower, facing away from the shower head, and your friend Ginny–it’s taken me all this time to recognize her without clothes!–is washing your hair. The shampooing appears to be very sensuous. She is taking her time. She is rubbing the back of your neck slowly. I can tell you’re enjoying what Ginny is doing to you, because your bottom rocks slowly back and forth and you have one hand on your breast. You appear to be tweaking your nipple.
There is a scent of pure sexuality in the air. You turn around slowly, and Ginny takes some of the soap from your hair and slowly washes your breasts. It’s not a quick movement, but a very slow and deliberate one. Her hands go around the outside of your breasts, the soap allowing them to slide with no resistance. She cups each breast and makes slow circular motions around your hard nipples.
She doesn’t make any deliberate move to caress your nipples. Nevertheless, her hands are now gliding over them. The palm of her hand pushes the nipples to the side, and you take a deep breath.
As I stand there watching, I am being turned on immensely. My cock is at full erection. I really want to take it out and stroke it, but I hold off. I watch you reach out and take Ginny’s face in your hands and turn her head slightly to the side. You kiss her gently. It’s a slow, gentle kiss initially, but as I watch, your mouth becomes more aggressive. It opens to accept Ginny’s hot tongue.
Your hands tighten their grip on Ginny’s face, and your become more aggressive, driving your tongue deep in her throat. While the kiss becomes more passionate, Ginny’s hand slides down your flat stomach to the top of your pussy. She doesn’t touch it–only the area around it. She touches that special spot on the inside crease of your leg.
I see that you’re really enjoying Ginny’s touch, as you push your pelvis to the side of you that her hand is caressing. I see that you’re hoping you can make her touch your dripping hot pussy, and she too realizes what you’re trying to do. She slides her hand up to your stomach and glides it across to your hipbone.
She makes small circles on your stomach, and you respond with heavy breathing, your breast rising and falling with each breath. Your hand slides down her hips to her shaved pussy. I am amazed by the speed with which you slide your hand between her legs and slide a finger in her.
I can tell when it penetrates her, because her hips lunge forward to take all of it. I can no longer take what I’m witnessing. I unzip my pants and pull my erect cock out and stroke it.
But I have to let go of my throbbing cock. The water has stopped! I slip out of the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack.
Through the door, I can see you and Ginny step out of the shower. You each take a towel and dry each other off. You tend to linger over her breasts, and she is moaning. You silence her moans by pressing your lips to hers, and then your naked bodies are joined in a passionate kiss. After a long while, you break away from the kiss and say, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
That’s my cue to slip into our son’s room. I hear the bathroom door open, and then more passionate kissing as you make your way to the bedroom. When I hear the door close, I slip back out into the hall and notice that the bedroom door isn’t closed completely. Through the crack I see two sets of legs on the bed, and I hear more sounds of deep, slurping kissing.
I am reluctant to get too close to the door, for fear that you’ll see me and that will spoil the mood. I see the legs shifting. One set is outstretched and spread open the other set is kneeling. I get closer to the door and now see Ginny lying on her back caressing her breasts. I see your head is between her legs. You’re making passionate oral love to her. I hear your tongue lashing her clit, and see your hand stroking in and out of her hot pussy.
From her breathing and moaning, it’s evident that you’re doing an excellent job. As your finger strokes in and out of her, you allow the tip of your finger to massage her G-spot. You know that she is on the verge of orgasm. Is it the tightening of her stomach that tells you she’s ready? Or her pushing her pussy in your face?
You mumble, “I love the taste of your hot juices. Come for me, baby.” You tell her you’re going to put two fingers in her, and when you do, she moans and pushes her pelvis harder into your hand. Her breathing has become very quick and erratic, and her moans have become almost shouts.
You take Ginny’s swollen clit between your teeth and flip your tongue across it feverishly. She screams, “Oh God, I’m coming,” and bucks feverishly on the bed. You struggle to keep your grip on her clit. She keeps bucking and screaming as you suck all the juices out of her swollen pussy.
As Ginny’s orgasm subsides, you slow your attack to a gentle nibble. She’s struggling to get her breath, and you rise up and take her face in your hands and kiss her deeply. Your face glistens with her juices.
You lie down with Ginny, and I watch in amazement as you caress each other slowly and gently. Your hands slide across each other’s breasts. You are yet to have an orgasm, but I know that yours will come. And as I stroke my hard-on, I know mine will too.–N.O., Edmonton, Alberta
The moon was full in a darkened sky, half hidden by storm clouds. Once again I was running late. I guess I shouldn’t have spent so much time trying to pick out the perfect outfit. But you know, I looked hot, so I guess it was worth it.
Makeup done, lips painted red, white button-down shirt with a short black skirt, black heels, no stockings, but legs smooth as silk. I was ready. Yes, I was hot. But it was what was beneath the external appearance that really made me feel hot: a tight white push-up bra and a white thong. It always amazed me how I could make myself horny just by dressing up. Or maybe I was just naturally horny.
What the hell, I was running late as usual, and I didn’t need any additional flack from my girlfriend about forgetting the wine. Thank God the grocery was still open. I entered the store, barely noticing the lack of other people, and rushed straight to the wine section. I gazed at the massive array of wine. How can they do this to you? Give you so many selections, you can’t possibly pick!
As I reached up, I was stunned to suddenly feel a man pressed behind me, chest on my back, his arm extending over mine, strong fingers covering my hand.
“Need some help, baby?” he whispered.
I recognized the voice immediately. I had spoken to him on numerous occasions during regular visits to the store. But I was stunned to find him there at this time of night, and I was instantaneously turned on. I always thought he was hot–strong, tight arms, nice ass. I had fantasized about him often. I guess somehow he sensed that about me, because here he was on me now!
The sensation was so hot, there was no way I was going to stop it. His hand traveled gently down my arm, finding its way to the hair on the nape of my neck, then turning me around gently to face him. He looked at me with fiery brown eyes, then engulfed my lips in his kiss. His other hand ran down my neck, fingers trailing, and began unbuttoning my blouse.
The heat in my thighs began rising, and I felt my pussy moisten as my shirt fell open. He pushed the bra down, just exposing the nipples. He licked his fingers and played with them until they hardened. My pleasure escaped from me in the form of soft moans, and he returned them with his own deep purr.
His hand continued downward, his finger running between my thighs, tickling my clit under the thong. His lips were on me, and with his body pressing hard on me, I felt his hardened cock on my leg. He slipped my thong to one side and slipped his finger in my pussy. Sparks shot through me as he fucked me gently with his finger.
He unbuttoned his fly and I watched with pounding heart and weak knees as his beautiful cock fell free. I couldn’t keep myself from falling to my knees and licking it. I grabbed the base firmly and first stroked, then gently sucked the head. I looked up at him and saw his pleasure. He was moaning now without abandon.
“Baby, you want this cock?” he said quietly.
“Oh yes, fuck me, please,” I begged. “Oh fuck me, baby, please.”
He stood me up, turned me around and spread my legs. Then he pulled the thong to one side. With one fluid motion his hard cock penetrated my wet pussy. I was swept away by the rhythmic pulsing as he held my hips firmly and pounded in me. I screamed uncontrollably, and my screams were joined by his heated moans, rising with every thrust of his powerful cock. With my pussy pulsing, he shot deep inside me.
His continued thrusts sent me crashing into orgasm. In the heat of the moment I turned to him suddenly and pushed him downward. When his face was even with my pussy, he took the cue and began reciprocating, burying his tongue in me. My hips rocked wildly as I fucked his face, until I reached a third orgasm, flooding his tongue with our combined juices. He went back and forth between moaning loudly and laughing joyfully.
I could hardly breathe from being so high. I felt his hands wrap around my waist. He then rebuttoned my blouse and straightened my skirt, and I helped him with his pants. He kissed me passionately, then handed me my wine and said, “You think of me tonight, baby, because you know that pussy is mine.”
I gave him a big smile. “Oh, you know I will,” I said, patting his cock. “You come find me later, babe.” With that, I handed him my card.
As I walked up to pay, I noticed that the young fellow at the register couldn’t stop smiling. I said, “You enjoy that, sweetie?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
Walking out to the car, I glanced back and noticed the cashier grab his own cock. I’m sure he had plenty to think about that night.
When I finally arrived, my friend was furious until I told her what had happened. The rest of the evening was great, the highlight being when my new man joined us later. You know, when fucking is that good, once is never enough!–R.G., Los Angeles, California
Some days are just wild, and this one was probably the wildest I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it was a full moon or something. The bar had been hopping all night, so my tips were unbelievably good. Maybe I was just feeling sexy. Who cares? Everyone seemed to be responding, and I was thoroughly enjoying my flirtatious interactions with both customers and coworkers.
After a night like that, I really enjoy staying to clean up the bar. It gives me a chance to wind down and gather my senses. But as it turned out, my night was far from over when I waved good-bye to the last customer and began cleaning. In fact, the evening was just getting started.
I had the radio up nice and loud, and I was dancing playfully as I ran the cloth along the top of the bar. As I polished the beer handles, I stroked them up and down, enjoying the cool feel between my fingers. To say I was energized wasn’t even close to the truth. I was plain horny. Everything I looked at seemed sexual.
So when I saw my friend Sal coming back in the bar, I knew what to do. “Looking for something?” I said.
“Yeah, baby, I seem to have misplaced my car keys,” Sal said with that flirtatious smirk he gets. I knew he was ready to play.
“Well, then,” I said, “how about a drink?”
“Sure, that’d be great,” he said, winking.
I don’t know what overtook me. Let’s say it must have been a full moon. But suddenly my plan laid itself before me. Almost literally!
I looked hard into Sal’s dark black eyes as I poured us each a glass of liqueur and filled a glass with ice in preparation for the blowjob I was about to give him. He looked at me with questioning eyes as I set the three glass down.
I gave him a grin and said, “Well, I guess we’ll start with a blowjob.” His eyes widened and so did his pupils as I leaned down and slowly licked the rim of my drink, then placed my lips around the edges of the glass and, throwing my head back, swallowed the entire contents. My eyes fell back on him, and I glanced casually down at his pants. Just as I suspected, he was at full attention now.
I climbed slowly up on the bar. I threw my legs around to face Sal, and unbuttoned my white blouse until it fell open, freely revealing my transparent black bra. He reached for me, but I stopped him.
“Oh baby,” I said, “I think I need to cool down.”
I pushed the glass of ice toward Sal and pulled him up to me by his collar. He stood straddled over one of my legs and took a piece of ice from the glass. I felt his fully erect dick rubbing on my calf, and with my toes I played with his balls. He now rubbed the ice over my lips, then eased it down my neck. He pulled my face gently down to his and kissed me long and wet.
Now Sal was running the ice over my bra, around my nipples. I leaned back as he ran the ice gently over each nipple like an artist, and then kissed them. With my nipples standing erect, he continued down to my belly button and worked around my belly-button ring.
I unbuttoned his shirt and began running my hands over his smooth chest, while my foot “played footsie” with his thick hard member. He unzipped my pants and slipped them off, revealing the black thong underneath. Since he hadn’t drunk it, I reached for the other glass of liqueur. I dipped my finger in it and sucked off the pungent liquid.
I spread my legs wide and slipped my thong to one side, then smiled at Sal. He seemed to salivate, and took the glass and slowly dripped the liqueur over my clit. It felt so good, I couldn’t contain myself and let out a moan of sexual hunger. He responded with his tongue, full on me, licking and sucking, find its way inside me.
The tickle was so sweet, I couldn’t contain the rocking of my hips. I smiled as I swayed, and when I looked down, I saw Sal’s coal-black eyes glinting up at me.
The scent of the liqueur wafted up from his lips. As my sighs built, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, just enjoying the sweetness of his tongue on me. As I was about to reach orgasm, he stopped and pulled me from the top of the bar and sat me on his bar stool. As my fingers released his manhood from the constraint of his pants, I was startled to see another man sitting in the corner of the bar–staring at me hard and smiling as he stroked his hard, throbbing dick.
Just then I felt the rush of blood leave my head and the power of my lover’s full, throbbing head enter me, pushing in through the soft wetness deep inside me. Screams escaped from me in rhythm with his hips. I felt his thick breath on me as he held tightly onto my hips.
I continued staring in amazement at our visitor, who suddenly let out a groan and shot his come all over the bar. This was more than I could bear. I exploded in orgasm, and Sal shot a hot load of his own deep inside me, grabbing my hips harder as he thrust as deep in me as he could.
I’m not sure how or when I recovered from orgasm enough to enjoy the full erotic thrill of what had happened. But when I did, I stood up coolly and kissed Sal full on the lips while winking at our visitor. Then I buttoned my shirt, slipped behind the bar and looked at the two men. “Well, gentlemen,” I said, “what’s your pleasure tonight–besides me?”–T.A., Charleston, South Carolina
Ten of us couples started exchanging partners, one couple a week in a round-robin fashion. We’d put it all on video, then the next week all watch it. We had been friends for years, and there had always been a certain amount of playing around. Finally someone thought how much fun it would be to see how we were with each other while we fucked.
When Hugh, my boyfriend, did it with Carrie, I really looked forward to the video. It was funny to think how they’d be together. She was such a pill.
Now we were watching the video. It started with them getting on top of the bed naked. Hugh began squeezing his cock to get it hard, with Carrie just lying there watching. I never saw him get hard so fast. I said to him, sitting on the other end of the couch, “Why did it get hard so fast, Hugh? Because you were looking at Carrie’s bod?”
Everybody laughed. But Carrie’s body did look good, and Hugh was looking right at it while he held onto his cock. And she was looking right back at him.
I knew, of course, from seeing Carrie dressed that she had a nice body, but I didn’t think anyone cared about it. I would never think of her as the sexy type. She had a kind of irritating nasal way of talking, and always seemed so damned sure of herself. Oh, she was friendly enough, but didn’t seem as if she could ever get close to anyone. It was like she saw everyone as types rather than actual people.
So it was a shock to see her naked body there, looking so good. On the tape, Hugh scooted over to her on his knees, took her by the hips, turned her to one side, raised one of her legs and slid his cock right in her cunt. They both shut their eyes and let out moans.
“You both enjoyed that,” I said, smiling. Carrie was sitting on the other couch.
Everybody tittered a little.
Hugh began fucking Carrie then, with the backs of her legs across his stomach and chest. They went on like that for a while. Then, while keeping it in, Hugh lay down on his side, resting on one elbow, and resumed fucking her. He got it going well enough that it made her tits move up and down. They were big and soft-looking on her slender body. You could see him looking at the nearest tit, and then put a hand on it.
“Hugh!” I exclaimed. “What are you doing feeling Carrie’s tits?”
That got some pretty good laughs.
“Just look at you looking at it and squeezing it,” I said. “You like Carrie’s tits.”
“I felt her tit,” Hugh said. “What’s the big deal?”
On the tape, Hugh and Carrie both let out a few moans. Then he took his hand off her big tit and brought it down to her waist. He just kept it there while he continued fucking her.
“Is that bod turning you on?” I asked.
“Hey, I’m fucking her,” he snapped. “Am I supposed to not touch her?”
I didn’t want to point out that the other people we’d watched hadn’t done that much, if any, touching other than at the point of sexual contact. So I just said, “I guess her body looks pretty good to you.”
“It’s pretty good,” he said, like he was just being nice.
“That’s all I asked,” I said.
“Jesus,” he said. “Whaddya want me to say?”
I didn’t answer. Instead I said, “Carrie, you really do have a very good figure.”
Other people chimed in with agreement.
“Thank you,” she said.
On the tape, Hugh and Carrie were both breathing hard now, but they weren’t looking at each other. He grabbed her breast again and gave it a few serious squeezes.
“You just can’t keep your hands off her tit,” I said.
That got some laughs.
He leaned over and began kissing her breast.
“Hugh!” I exclaimed.
That got more laughs.
Carrie began a light, steady moaning. Hugh raised himself up, let go of the tit and moved his hand back to her waist. After a few more moments she shifted around, as if things had gotten hotter than she could bear in that position.
With his cock still inside Carrie, Hugh raised himself to his knees, brought one of her legs across the front of his body and got her on her back again. He fucked her in the missionary position, with his arms straight, supporting himself at a forty-five-degree angle above her.
They were breathing hard, with their mouths open, and looking right in each other’s eyes. This was something else you didn’t see much in our group’s other videos.
“I think you like fucking Carrie,” I said to Hugh. “Were you expecting to like it so much?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. He said it like he wasn’t really serious.
They picked up steam. Carrie’s breasts were going up and down fast. Hugh started looking at them.
“Uh-oh,” I said, “you’re looking at her titties again, Hugh. Hey, Carrie, I didn’t know you had such big sexy ones. Do you think Hugh likes them? It sure looks like it, doesn’t it? Oh look! You see him looking at them, and you’re smiling, aren’t you? Look!”
“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Carrie said.
Hugh said, “Jesus, you’re making a mountain out of a fucking molehill.”
“Those sure aren’t molehills, sweetie,” I said. “Are you telling me you weren’t dying to get your hands on them again?”
“You make it sound like I’m lusting after her tits,” he said. He and Carrie glanced at each other with their brows wrinkled in disbelief as they sat there.
Next on the tape, Hugh lowered himself to his elbows, raised his back and put his hands on Carrie’s breasts. He pushed them up and squeezed them together so they looked just huge, lowered his face and began kissing all over them.
“I guess you do like them,” Carrie said to Hugh across the room with a smile. He glanced at her with a you-caught-me smirk.
Ross, sitting in one of the chairs, said, “You like having him kiss those big babies, Carrie. Man, I had no idea you had so much.”
Other guys chimed in in agreement. She’d never shown them off, and with her small rib cage and her shoulders usually hunched a little, it was hard to tell. I glanced at Ann, Ross’s girlfriend. She caught me seeing her sort of rueful smile.
Mary said to Carrie, “You’ve said you have weak chest muscles.”
“I really do,” Carrie said.
On the tape, Carrie arched her back and got an almost painful look on her face. She began panting really loud in her little nasal way. She was the only one in any of the videos who’d gotten so obviously turned on–unless you wanted to count Hugh, who began really sucking her tits, with quick slurping sounds.
No guy in any of the videos had seemed particularly hot for the woman’s body. In the last video, Dave, who was sitting on the other couch next to Carrie, had put on kind of a dramatic show of feeling up Pam’s bod, but that lasted only a few moments, and was done in a lighthearted spirit. True, Pam was the cutest woman in our group. Her bod didn’t compare with Carrie’s, though.
Hugh’s sucking got Carrie nearly to the point of screaming. Her eyes were wide open but seemed to be seeing nothing.
“You are so obviously having an orgasm, Carrie,” I said to her.
“I come pretty easily,” she said matter-of-factly.
Hugh shifted his body up and began kissing her lips with tremendous passion.
“Hugh!” I said, my voice going up and down.
No one was laughing at what I was saying anymore.
Carrie wrapped one leg around Hugh’s hip and the other leg around one of his legs, then arched and squirmed against him until he lifted his mouth off her lips and hollered half a dozen times. Then they began kissing again. Their tongues were filling up each other’s mouth as they cuddled seriously.
They clung together as they rolled over so that she was on top. Their loins were still grinding together. Then they rolled back. I couldn’t believe how long it was lasting. Finally it began to slow down, like somebody letting out a huge breath.
Then Hugh rolled off of Carrie and onto his back. They were holding hands with their heads turned looking at each other when the video ended.
“Well,” I said, “I guess this sets a new standard for what we can do.”
After that, we all did try for more passion. And some of it even looked pretty good on video. None of it compared with what happened between Hugh and Carrie, though. I was sort of dreading watching the next time it would be their turn.
Before that time came, Carrie was with a few other guys, who obviously enjoyed themselves more with her than they had with any of the other women, even though she never seemed that fired up again. And before Hugh and Carrie’s next turn together came up, the two of them quit the group and ran off together.
I was upset for a while, even though Hugh was really never that good in bed with me. I guess it was more the idea of it than anything. As a matter of fact, it was actually better for me with several of the other guys in the group than it had ever been with Hugh. Which is why I didn’t let his and Carrie’s departure bother me that much.
And there was no question that the group as a whole was a whole lot more relaxed after Carrie left and took that bod with her.–C.S., Riverside, California
You’ve heard all the stories about men wanting to see their wife screw someone else. Well, things don’t start with the husband in the closet watching.
My story starts with me out of town for work and returning earlier than expected. I was driving through a nearby town when a million-to-one thing happened. While stopped at an intersection, I looked over and saw Terry entering a club with a male friend of ours and yet another guy. She wasn’t expecting me home for two more days, but I’d had the idea of surprising her. As it turned out, the surprise was on me!
I turned around and parked and headed into the club. This is a fairly hot spot, and a good crowd provided cover for me. Once inside, I spotted them in the back, where it wasn’t too packed. I moved to the side bar, where I had a good view of their table.
The action picked up, and I guessed that my wife already had several drinks under her belt. She got up to dance with Steve–that’s our friend–which is when I noticed how sexy she had dressed. She was wearing a tight green summer sweater that showed plenty of skin, along with a loose red skirt that was a little shorter than her norm.
Terry and Steve danced to a couple of fast songs, which gave her a chance to shake her ass and show lots of leg. I even got a glimpse of green satin panties. Now I know she wears these particular panties when she’s feeling kinky! Finally a slow song played, and I sat there and watched her and Steve start rubbing their bodies against each other.
That was when I realized this was going further than just friends out partying. Steve ran his hands down Terry’s side to her ass. I just stared as he felt her up and she let him. She pushed her mound against his obvious hard-on. If it had been anyone else, I would have told them to get a room! This went on for two more songs before they sat back down.
My view let me see Steve’s hand under Terry’s skirt. You could tell she was getting worked up. She was drinking twice as much as normal, and twice as fast. They got up to dance to some more slow songs, but this time he didn’t stop at her skirt, he went under it. The floor was full and dark, so you had to really look to see what was going on. He actually put his hand under her skirt and slipped his finger inside her panties.
This was not my wife of ten years!
When the music speeded up, they sat down and started all over again. The foreplay was damn heavy by now. Steve was kissing Terry and running his hand up her leg. It didn’t take long before she had her legs spread and he had her skirt pushed up and was fingering her. The other guy just watched as Terry went from kissing Steve to watching their friend.
The next set of slow songs started, and Terry got up and headed to the dance floor, this time followed by the other guy. You could tell she was wasted. By now I was pretty sure I didn’t know the other guy. Out on the dance floor, he started out slow, resting his hands right on her ass. She quickly moved them up, but they drifted right back down again. This went on through the whole first song, and when the next song started, it started all over again.
She finally gave in and let him rub her ass and pull her close. He fondled her ass and hips for three songs before they sat down. Back at the table, the two guys both ran their hands over Terry’s legs. They were running their hands up her thighs at the same time! I couldn’t tell if she was too drunk to say anything or she was just enjoying it. Before long the guys were taking turns rubbing her pussy–and fingering her, I assumed.
A waitress came over to check on me and saw me staring. She said someone had better get that girl out of here before she comes right there for everyone to see. The threesome must have sensed it was time to leave. They all downed another drink and then headed out. We had been there for two hours.
I followed to see where they were going. After a few miles I knew where they going, so I lay back and arrived at Steve’s house a few minutes after they did. I went around to the back window and peeked in. Steve and Terry were sitting huddled up on the couch watching TV along with the other guy. The petting was heavy, and she was ready. They finally got up and went toward Steve’s bedroom.
I moved down to the next window to watch. I couldn’t believe how wild and exciting this was to watch! Even my dick was drooling to see Terry get fucked.
Steve kissed her, then started stripping her down to her panties, all the while easing her toward the bed. She spread her legs and showed a wet spot on her panties. She rubbed her mound as he lay beside her. They kissed and fondled each other until he slid down to her pussy. He kissed and licked her through her panties till it appeared she was begging him to take them off.
He pulled them off, revealing swollen red cunt lips. He started to strip then, and she helped him. Then they slid back on the bed. She went down on him and took him slowly. He watched as she took his dick in her mouth. She was working hard, and he seemed to be really enjoying her efforts.
Terry’s ass was up in the air, giving me a good view, and Steve had left his window open just a little, which let me hear every slurp. I heard him say, “Go on,” and realized at the same time as Terry that the other guy was also in the room now–right behind her, and naked. She seemed to be saying something about this, but Steve waved his big hard-on at her, and she seemed unable to resist dropping to her knees and swallowing it.
Steve started screwing her face really hard. I had a pretty good view of Terry’s face now, and as much as she was enjoying gulping down Steve’s cock, she positively beamed with lust when the other guy entered her from behind in one quick move. He was a little bigger than myself or Steve, and must have been pretty big in the cock department, because Terry gasped as she felt the size of him.
He screwed her with long, sensuous strokes, and she grunted each time he pushed his big dick in her. Meanwhile Steve let out a yell and shot all over. This got the other fellow going, and Steve called out, “Give it to her good, Rich.”
Rich did just that. He pumped fast and hard till he finally pulled out and coated her entire back. God, she looked so sexy lying there all covered in lust.
After they rested awhile, Steve and Rich traded places. My wife was being a total slut now, sucking a stranger at the same time she fucked a friend of ours. After a while Steve pulled out, went to his bedside table and pulled out a huge black vibrating dildo. Terry looked on in fascination. As Steve eased the giant dildo in her, she seemed almost unaware of the flesh torpedo Rich kept on pumping in and out of her mouth.
Being plugged at both ends at warp speed by that pair of supercocks, one real and one man-made, had my wife on the edge of orgasm. She was being stretched farther than I thought possible. She likes for me to play with her and watch as I do it, so I knew this had to be turning her on even more. The look on her face said, “Do whatever you want.”
By the time Rich filled Terry’s mouth with his load, she had started coming, so violently that she almost passed out. I thought this would be the end of the show–or, rather, I needed it to be the end. My dick was to the point where merely unzipping could cause me to come. But Steve had a different plan.
He left the room and returned with a camera, a razor and shaving cream. First he said something to Rich, who proceeded to resume fucking Terry in the mouth. Apparently, exhausted as she was, she nevertheless let him do as he wished. Steve started taking pictures of this, and then of Rich fucking her. Then Rich took the same type of photos of Terry with Steve. She may have been drunk, but she put on a hell of a show.
Next Steve wanted to shave Terry’s pussy. She just lay there with her eyes shut, half asleep. Rich asked Steve why he was doing this. He said he wanted Terry to think of him the next time she fucked her husband. As he applied shaving cream and then used the razor, Rich snapped away with the camera. While this went on, the guys talked about what a slut Terry was. Steve said he had fucked her before, and she was coming with him on a trip he had set up. Now, I knew she was going on a horse-riding trip. But I thought the trip was with some other women!
This was it for me. I left and spent the night in a motel. The following day I “got home” about noon, still a day earlier than expected. Terry was in the shower, and was surprised to see me when she stepped out. She composed herself, and we talked about my trip. My mind was on the night before, but I kept it to myself.
Finally I said I had to have her. We headed for bed, and I was in her in a matter of seconds. She was still stretched from the night before, and seemed to be quite sensitive. I asked her about the shaved pussy, and she said it was a surprise for me. Boy, was she right! She couldn’t have guessed just how right. It didn’t take long for me to lose my load and roll over. I think she was glad when I said that was it for me.
The next few weeks were normal, except for me being a horny SOB. The time of Terry’s trip was coming, and she said she wasn’t going. Then one day we ran into Steve. I watched them talking in the corner of the store we were in. Later Terry told me that the other girls had talked her into going on the trip after all.
The night before she was to leave, I begged her to let me shave her pussy. I told her that the thought of her being shaved and riding a horse turned me on. She finally gave in, and I think even she was a little excited. This was really a gift for Steve from me, but she didn’t know it. My final contribution was to give her our video camera along with two blank tapes. I said that if she got some footage of the place, I might like it and go along next time.
To finish this letter, I will say that when she returned, she didn’t have any tape for me to watch. She said the camcorder had given her trouble. I noticed, though, that she returned with only one blank tape–and a freshly shaved crotch! Time will tell all, and I have time. –T.H., Edmonton, Alberta
The weekend was our ten-year anniversary. Betty and I would normally have gone out of town to have some time away from the kids and the distractions of home life, but this year my wife was going to be away on business. I couldn’t work it into my schedule to go with her, but I decided I could still make it special for her.
On the night of our anniversary, I arranged for a bottle of sparkling wine to be delivered to her hotel room after dinner, and called her cell phone to make sure it had arrived. She answered and said she’d had a good dinner, returned to the room, showered, robed and was having a drink or two. She usually gets very horny after she’s had a few drinks. We talked and she wished I was there to take care of her desires. I told her there was another present in the bottom of her travel bag that may help her out. She giggled and went to get it.
She opened it and with great excitement in her voice thanked me for her new six-inch dildo. I told her to turn on an X-rated channel on the television, pour herself another glass of wine and get comfortable with her new toy, because we were going to take care of her over the phone. She did as I directed.
I said if I were there I would start by kissing her beautiful breasts and told her to use her fingers and get her nipples erect. I described how I’d work my tongue down to her snatch. She breathed a little deeper as I was talking to her. I told her to wet her fingers with some of the wine and play with her clitoris. She told me that it felt wonderful, but that she needed something big inside her. I told her to turn on the vibrator and place it on her clitoris but not into her pussy yet. “If I was there,” I whispered, “I’d just tease you.” She began moaning deeper and said she needed to be fucked, practically begging me to let her come. I reminded her that she liked when I entered her slowly and eventually thrust deeper. She must have enjoyed acting out what I described, because her breathing and moaning got louder and louder. I whispered, “I want to hear you come,” I could tell she was about to have a climax from the way her voice was cracking. She let out a long beautiful moan, as she’s done so many times when we make love.
But that was just the warm-up to the real surprise. As she was recovering from her orgasm, there was a knock on her door. I told her to answer it. She looked through the peephole and said it was Joseph, a good friend of ours whom she hadn’t seen in several years. There were many times during our marriage that Betty and I had talked of having sex with different partners while the other watched, but we had never followed through. Tonight was going to be different, though.
I told Betty this was another gift for her, and Joseph was there to do whatever she wanted. I assured her that it was okay with me as long as she left her cell phone on the nightstand so I could hear it all. She said, “I love you,” and let Joseph in. After some small talk, Joseph must have noticed the dildo, because I heard him say, “It looks like you’ve be a naughty little girl. Are you still hot?”
Betty giggled and shyly said, “Maybe . . . “
Joseph said, “Let’s open that robe and take a look.” The next thing I heard was soft moaning and Joseph saying, “I want to taste some of that!” In between breaths, Joseph said, “I’ve always wanted to taste you down there.” He began tonguing her clitoris, and Betty’s breathing became more labored. She said several times, “That’s it, that’s it! Don’t stop!” I could tell by her moaning that she was about to come. Not long after Joseph said, “Baby, this is so good. Come in my mouth,” Betty let out a great moan and, I’d imagine, did what he wanted. I knew she was in heaven.
Joseph said, “I bet you want a dick in that hole, don’t you?” When Betty admitted that she did, Joseph said he was going to take care of her.
Betty’s moaning started again and quickly grew louder. “Oh you’re so big,” she said, “You feel so good in there. Fuck me good, Joey! Then she screamed, “I’m coming! God, I’m coming!” Joseph told her to get on her hands and knees. “What a beautiful ass you have . . .” I heard a slap and realized he must have been spanking her. “Do you want me to shoot my come inside you or on you?” Betty grunted that she wanted his spunk inside her. I’d never heard her like that before.
Joseph said, “Hand me that toy of yours. You need more than just a cock in your cunt. I’m going to stick this in your ass.”
Betty was in a frenzy, screaming and thrashing around like crazy.”Yes! Give me two dicks. I love it! I love being fucked like this!”
Both were panting like crazy when Joseph yelled, “I’m coming in your hot pussy, next I’m going to fuck your ass!” At that moment Betty let out a long beautiful moan, telling me she must have come too.
I decided it was time to get off the phone, since they’d probably go at it all night. After listening to their sex, I couldn’t help but masturbate, imaging what the scene must have looked like. Then I went to sleep, thinking about how much I loved my wife and couldn’t wait for her return.–T.P., Sacramento, California
Last month I discovered that my wife of twenty-two years has been living a double life. On the surface, she’s combined a full and active life as mother, wife and career woman, but unbeknownst to me–until now–she’s also had a highly active sex life outside our marriage. This situation came to my attention after I received a videotape that was obviously made with me in mind.
Stephanie is strikingly good-looking. Even now in her mid-forties, she has a smashing 36C-25-35 figure. She’s five-foot-four and weighs about one hundred-twenty pounds, only a little more than she did when we first met. She has a full mouth, lovely green eyes and her hair, stylishly cut, is a beautiful, natural shade of auburn. She has shapely legs and has never been shy about showing off her body in short, tight revealing clothes that somehow always manage to retain a degree of style and taste. My own opinion, however,
is that she constantly gets lots of attention because of her intelligence and bubbly personality, not just her good looks.
Our sex life together has always been quite active, with Stephanie as likely to institute our sexual adventures as I. That she has a strong libido is nothing new to me. What came as a surprise was that Stephanie’s been continually promiscuous, quite the slut and playgirl, all throughout our marriage. The pretext has been the business trips that she regularly goes on. It was a videotape taken during
one of those recent trips that brought everything to my attention.
The videotape began with two men sitting at a table on a patio talking about a beautiful female food-service sales representative they had just met. Stephanie has been for years the top sales representative for a major food-service supply company. They talked about how she was dressed in a tight black short skirt and business jacket with a red blouse unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. Then they spoke about how she would move close and touch them when she talked and how she suggested that they all meet after business hours for a few drinks at her hotel bar. The two men agreed that it was clear that she was looking to make more than a sale from them.
A third guy was apparently taking the video. The video then faded out and faded in again on a bedroom scene, where the two men originally talking were naked on a king-size bed with a woman who was blowing them.
They were lying on their backs and she was on her knees between them, leaning first one way and then the other. At first I could only see the back of her head and body, but I had no trouble recognizing that it was Stephanie. The camera then moved to show her face licking and sucking their hard cocks. They were both fairly well-endowed, but Stephanie had no trouble taking each of them. At several points, she looked up at the camera, smiled and licked her lips. Shortly, one of the guys got up and began to lick Stephanie’s twat. Her auburn bush was, as always, nicely trimmed.
The camera moved in for a close-up from behind. I could see Stephanie’s juices beginning to gather between her lips. After about five minutes, she was good and wet and climbed on top of the guy whom she was blowing. As she moved slowly up and down, I could literally see her cunt muscles tightening and loosening she has great muscle control there . The guy who had been tonguing her cunt switched his attention to her anus. Stephanie began to breathe even heavier.
She pointed to the nightstand. She had some lubricant there which her second lover put on his cock. He then entered my wife anally as she moved her head up and down on her first lover’s prick. They worked their bodies perfectly together for about fifteen minutes, until they all climaxed. Stephanie’s body twitched as she came. The guys wound up pulling out of her and spewed on different parts of her body. They then walked out of frame.
The camera moved in a way suggesting that it had changed hands. Stephanie then motioned the cameraman to come to her. She lay on her back with her legs spread and puddles of come smeared across her body. The man with her then was a tall, muscular black. Stephanie said that she was ready for him now.
His cock was erect and must have been a good eight inches and thicker than normal. He didn’t hesitate as he got on top and entered her with ease. He then began to move back and forth, his ass muscles clenching tightly. Stephanie screamed with ecstasy, experiencing what seemed to be orgasm after orgasm. After about five minutes of fucking her from different angles, he exploded inside of her, not bothering to withdraw. The camera then faded out.
The last few minutes of the videotape were of Stephanie, still nude and with come all over her, sitting in a chair and talking. She said that she loved her job because it gave her the chance to fuck so many different men. She said that of course her promiscuity accounted for her great success as a sales person, but the way she saw it she was only combining business and pleasure to everyone’s benefit. She added that this was the first time that she ever let herself be filmed. She wasn’t sure she would do that again, but and here was the kicker she wanted the video for her husband to see. Then she said that she was still very much in love with him and that he was a great lover but that she craved sexual variety and hoped that he would understand. The video finally faded to black.
When we next saw each other, it was late at night. I said nothing but went up and kissed her. I then slowly undressed her as she did the same for me, and we made wonderful love.
Now that Stephanie is out of the closet, we’re planning on different excursions where I can be part of her extracurricular screwing around. I’m also encouraging her to get a trashy wardrobe so that she can act like a low-rent slut as well as a high-class whore. In short, there’s new zip and life in our relationship!–L.F., Chicago, Illinois
It was Friday afternoon again, four o’clock, and Ritchie’s last appointment for the week. She’ll be here any minute, he thought. He wondered if she’d be bringing Howard again or if she’d bring somebody new. The last few times she had brought Howard.
Ritchie rolled his eyes thinking about it. There’s no way that kid shaves more than once a week. No way. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe Howard was a good fuck. He was malleable anyway, with a certain amount of potential, someone who’d at least try and get it right. Maybe he was the man of her dreams.
Ritchie smiled to himself. Fifty-fifty she shows up at all, much less shows up with Howard.
It was quiet in his office. Nearly everyone in the building was gone. Ten minutes passed and, more disappointed than mad, he began clearing his desk. As he placed her file into his drawer he heard a knock at the door, the hinges creaking as it opened.
He looked up, practically beaming. “Emilia,” he said in his most welcoming, if somewhat overeager tone. “Come in. How are you?”
“We’re fine,” she said smiling and pulling . . . who was it?
Who else? She held Howard’s hand, leading him into the room. Ritchie stood as she came around the desk and kissed his cheek. He breathed in her perfume. It was soft and intoxicating. Her hair fell down over her shoulders. Her lips were warm and damp against his cheek. He savored the small kiss she gave him.
“How’s my favorite therapist this week?” she asked, a faintly mocking tone in her voice, so faint he wondered if it was there at all. Or maybe it was just Ritchie’s overactive imagination.
She wore a white-cotton sundress with a low neckline and pearl buttons down the front–but no bra, Ritchie noticed. She was barefoot, having slipped off her shoes when she entered the room. She was thirty-four years old, incredibly beautiful and, like Ritchie, had been married for twelve years–not to Howard, unfortunately for him, but she was married. Ritchie imagined Howard knew but was careful not bring it up. Surely Howard knew, and certainly Emilia’s husband knew about Howard.
Emilia walked back to Howard and, looping her arm through his, turned again to Ritchie. “I’m sorry we’re late, but we got distracted,” she said, giggling like she was, well, Howard’s age. She nuzzled Howard’s neck. Slightly embarrassed, he looked at Ritchie and said hello. She must have hit a nerve just then because Howard flinched and moved back, shrugging his shoulder. She laughed and leaned into him, nearly falling as though she were drunk. She kissed his cheek. “Mmmm . . . You love that, don’t you, Howard?” she said. Howard smiled and, to her delight, kissed her lightly.
“Hello, Howard,” Ritchie said. Howard was tall, vaguely lanky and, at twenty-three years old, young as hell. He was strong, too, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His skin was tanned and his hair was a sun-streaked blond, longer than most boys wore these days, but still he looked clean-cut and athletic. Hell, Ritchie thought to himself, how can you not look clean-cut if you don’t even shave yet?
Ritchie straightened his shoulders and sucked in his gut just the tiniest bit. “Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning them to the chairs in front of his desk.
“Let’s sit on the couch today. You don’t mind, do you, Ritchie?” Emilia asked on her way to the couch, Howard in tow.
Ritchie flushed red as a cloud of thoughts swirled through his mind, memories of the last time she chose to sit there. They had been alone then. Trying to recover, he swallowed, and as casually as possible said, “That’s fine, Emilia. That’s fine.” Reaching the end of the small couch she turned, swinging Howard around, then fell backward onto a cushion, pulling him down next to her.
Ritchie sat back down and opened the file. He shuffled through the pages, coming to the last sheet. On it was a single note that read, “You love this game.” He tried to remember why he had written it, and who “you” referred to. Underneath the note he drew a line across the page, placed the date in the margin and looked up.
Emilia quickly launched into an account of her week. Both men listened, Ritchie scribbling a note now and then. At some point Emilia asked, “Why are some people so inhibited?” Ritchie didn’t respond immediately, but after a moment realized that she was waiting for an answer.
Caught off-guard, he said, “Well, I suppose everyone has some inhibitions. Don’t they?”
“Everyone?” Emilia asked quickly. Before Ritchie could respond she added, “No, not everyone, dear. Howard doesn’t.” Then as if to prove her point she turned and kissed Howard sensuously. Ritchie watched as she playfully snaked her tongue into his mouth. When they separated she looked back at Ritchie and added, “I don’t.” Ritchie could think of no response and the room fell silent. Then Emilia stood up and, unfastening the top button of her dress, said, “Well, I don’t think I do.”
She unbuttoned her dress to her waist but held it closed. Her eyes were glued to Ritchie’s. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. Then Howard sat forward and placed his hands on her calves. Emilia closed her eyes and Howard’s hands moved beneath her dress, up along her thighs, revealing her sensuous legs. Then, his hands on her hips, he made two fists. When he did Emilia relaxed her arms and the dress fell from her shoulders, revealing her full, luminous white breasts. Howard’s fists moved down her legs, pulling off her panties and allowing her dress to fall. She stood naked before them both.
Ritchie’s eyes were drawn to the trimmed pubic hair disappearing between her legs. Emilia smiled broadly. He realized how he must look to her and quickly averted his eyes.
“Emilia, please . . . ” he began.
She cut him off. “Shhhh,” she said, pressing her finger to her lips. Her eyes were wide and her mouth held the faintest of smiles. Ritchie’s heart raced and his stomach churned, but he said nothing else.
Emilia turned and stepped in front of Howard. Through her parted legs Ritchie saw him raise his hips and slide off his pants. Leaning forward Howard undressed, and when he leaned back again Ritchie glimpsed his half-hard dick swing back and rest sideways on his thigh.
Still looking at Howard, Emilia said, “Come closer, Ritchie, so you can see.” Ritchie’s pulse raced as he stood up and moved closer. He took in their profiles, Emilia standing, Howard sitting. Neither looked at him as he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.
Emilia moved closer to Howard, straddling his legs, and motioned him to lean forward. When he did she bent down and kissed him lustfully. Afterwards she stood upright, and Howard began kissing her thighs. Her eyes closed and she pulled his face to her mound. He quickly found her clit and alternated between sucking and licking it. Emilia moved her hand to her breast, massaging it, and upon finding her nipple, pinched and kneaded it while grinding herself against Howard’s mouth.
In a moment her body began to shudder and she moaned with pleasure as she looked down at Howard. Then suddenly she pushed him back, bent down and kissed him again. She groped at his mouth with her lips and tongue, lapping her juices.
She told Howard to lie back and as he did he swung his legs onto the couch. His feet rested next to Ritchie, who sat transfixed by the scene unfolding before him. Emilia dropped to her knees and took Howard’s dick in her hand. He was fully erect. Ritchie was impressed by its size. Holding it at the base, her fingers just barely managed to encircle it. Ritchie thought she could have gripped it with her other hand, like a baseball bat, without touching the thick, round head.
Emilia pulled up slowly on the shaft, causing the bulbous head to swell larger and darken into a deep violet. She moved forward then and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it, swabbing the slit with her tongue. She opened her mouth further to accommodate the head, bathing it with her saliva. Slowly she took in more. Her mouth soon strained with its thickness and she could go no further. She struggled to hold it in her throat for a moment but quickly gave in, moving back up its length. She was experimenting, Ritchie thought, seeing how much she could take and, having failed to take it all, relented and returned her attention to the bloated head and veiny shaft.
She sucked him in earnest then, jacking him off as she stuffed his cock into her mouth. Ritchie watched intently, absorbing the sight and sounds. Howard began thrusting his hips up, matching her rhythm. She continued for a moment, quickening her pace, Howard increasing the depth of his thrusts.
But then for the second time she stopped her motions. She leaned back, massaging his shaft slowly. She stood up and turned toward Ritchie. Their eyes met. He realized it was the first time she had noticed him since undressing. His dick strained in his pants. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Emilia straddled Howard, one leg still on the floor, and slowly lowered herself onto him. As her pussy met the tip of Howard’s cock Ritchie lowered his eyes to watch her envelop it. Slowly she eased down its length, the cock filling her. Nearly impaled on it she gasped and stopped. She rocked her hips for a moment, getting used to its size, then continued down until it was completely inside her. Slowly one hand found her clit, the other her breast. After a moment she leaned back and rested on Howard, her shoulders next to his on the arm of the couch. Craning her neck back to kiss him, they found a rhythm, pushing into one another, Howard’s cock stretching her pussy with each thrust.
Emilia again looked at Ritchie, smiling, grinding herself onto Howard. Then she sat forward and held out her hand. Her smile deepened. “Come here,” she said. Without consciously deciding, Ritchie did as she asked. Howard spread his legs and Ritchie moved closer, facing Emilia on his knees. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Ritchie savored the wetness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue. He felt her body surge every time Howard thrust into her. Then Emilia pushed his head down to her breast and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her head fell back and she moaned. Ritchie massaged her breasts, sucking one then the other as her body undulated on Howard’s.
After a moment she leaned back again, leaving Ritchie awkwardly leaning over them. Pushing his shoulders, she nudged him lower. Ritchie kissed down her stomach. When he reached her mound he tentatively kissed around there as well. She moaned softly, and Ritchie paused to watch Howard’s cock slide inside her. Emilia fingered her clit and arched her hips toward Ritchie.
He knew what she wanted and he obeyed. He pressed his lips to her clit, trying to suck it into his mouth. She thrust down on Howard’s cock, holding still while she was serviced.
Ritchie tongued her clit and soon she began grinding harder on Howard’s cock. Ritchie pressed his tongue against her clit as she began bouncing up and down. Then, arching her hips too high, Howard’s cock slipped out. All three suddenly stopped. Ritchie moved back, looking at Howard’s penis, then at Emilia. She smiled, her eyes meeting his. “Put it inside me,” she said seductively.
Ritchie stared at Howard’s cock, hard and glistening with Emilia’s juices. Then in what felt more like reflex than decision, he grasped the shaft. He was appalled by its size. It felt so large in his hand compared to his own. Suddenly and without thinking he stroked his fist up and down its length. Three times his hand slid up the slick penis and down again, squeezing tightly. Then, as if coming out of his trance, he looked up. Emilia and Howard watched him intently. Ritchie flushed and looked down again, then quickly pushed Howard’s dick inside Emilia.
Howard pushed deep inside her and Ritchie returned to Emilia’s clit as Howard began thrusting into her. Ritchie tongued her pussy even as Howard’s cock brushed his chin. Emilia’s moans turned to shrieks, and she held Ritchie’s head as she began to quiver. Howard pumped her and Ritchie lapped feverishly at her pussy, both men intent on making her come. “Oh fuck!” she cried again and again as her orgasm washed over her.
When her climax finally ebbed Ritchie moved back and watched as Howard continued pounding into her. When Howard began thrusting more furiously, Emilia realized he was about to come. Then Ritchie heard her whisper, “Wait, not yet.” Ritchie looked up as Howard slowed his pace once more to prolong both their pleasure. She leaned forward and pushed Ritchie back so he was sitting up on the couch again. Then she moved off Howard and over to Ritchie, straddling him. She kissed him, grinding on his stiff cock through his trousers.
She kissed and licked his neck, sending chills down his spine, then moved to his ear, kissing him softly as she unfastened his pants. She found his dick and she gripped it tightly. Ritchie sat motionless. Whispering, she asked, “Did you like that, baby? Did you like seeing me do that for you?”
“Yes,” Ritchie whispered softly, anxious to please her as she had pleased him.
She bit his ear playfully and said, “And you liked touching Howard’s dick, didn’t you?” Ritchie’s eyes opened wide but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Emilia smiled to herself, feeling his body tense beneath her, his cock twitch in her hand. “I want you to touch it again,” she said, and after pausing, added, “And I want you to put it in your mouth.”
Ritchie’s mind reeled and his heart began beating wildly. Emilia looked at him, her smile deepening when she saw his reaction. “Come over here, Howard,” she said in an even tone. Howard stood and approached them. Emilia moved over and sat on her knees facing Ritchie.
Ritchie’s eyes followed her, still betraying his disbelief. Howard stood before him now. He moved closer, straddling Howard’s legs as Emilia had done earlier. “Look at it,” Emilia cooed.
Emilia reached up and grasped the base of Howard’s dick, pulling it toward Ritchie’s face. Howard leaned forward and braced himself for what was happening, resting his arms against the wall behind the couch. Emilia tightened her grip, causing the head to swell. Ritchie studied it, the purple head, the long thick shaft. He thought again how large it was, and realized that he had a strange impulse to touch it.
“Open your mouth,” Emilia said, pushing Howard’s dick closer to Ritchie’s face. The head brushed his lip and a shiver shot through him. He knew then that he’d do what she wanted and, even more, that he wanted to do it.
Emilia pressed the head to his lips and Ritchie opened his mouth, accepting it. He swirled his tongue across the tip then opened his mouth wider, allowing the head full entry. As he did he gripped the shaft, his hand next to Emilia’s. Ritchie’s tongue swirled around the head and he marvelled the taste and feel of the young boy’s cock in his mouth.
He opened wider, taking it in further, and felt the tip brushing against the back of this mouth. He strained to swallow still more but realized he couldn’t. His mouth slid back up its length, sucking the head again, then traveled back down as far as he could manage. Ritchie’s hand slid up and down Howard’s thick shaft, jacking him off slowly into his mouth. At the moment Howard moaned Ritchie realized how forcefully he was sucking him–and how much he liked doing it. He moved his mouth up and down faster on Howard’s cock and sucked him intently, tightening his lips around the flesh of Howard’s cock. He began to feel Howard push deeper into his mouth as he sucked him. Ritchie kept his head still, letting Howard pump his dick back and forth through his lips and fist.
Ritchie heard Howard groan and squeezed on his prick harder. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Emilia. It was her turn to watch. Howard moaned again and Ritchie looked up at him. Howard’s face contorted and Ritchie realized he was about to come. Ritchie opened his mouth wide and pressed the tip flat against his tongue, jacking him off fiercely into his mouth. “Do it, Howard,” he heard Emilia say.
Howard groaned loudly and bucked his hips forward and Ritchie felt the warm sperm hit his tongue. He pressed his lips around the head of Howard’s cock and jacked him off feverishly as more come splashed into his mouth. Howard grabbed his dick, his eyes meeting Ritchie’s. Pulling out of his mouth he pumped himself through his fist, shooting ejaculate onto Ritchie’s lips and chin. Ritchie held Howard’s gaze and opened his mouth wide as Howard came in wave after wave on his tongue, face and neck.
Brushing the hair from his eyes Howard pressed his dick to Ritchie’s lips. Ritchie sucked the tip, drawing out the last drops of fluid, savoring the taste. He gave it a final kiss before letting it escape his lips.
Suddenly Emilia leaned forward and pushed Ritchie back, kissing him passionately. Ritchie’s cock ached. He could feel his orgasm welling inside him. He groaned and returned Emilia’s kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue, sharing Howard’s semen. Then he gasped as something soft covered his dick. The sensation was stunning. His body tensed and he opened his eyes to see Emilia staring back as they kissed. She held his face to hers as his orgasm burst through him, gushing come forth. It cascaded through Ritchie in hot waves. He closed his eyes, immersed in the pleasure of coming into a warm, wet mouth, even if it was Howard’s.
Only as it began to slow down did he realize how fast his heart beat, how labored his breathing had become. As he finally caught his breath Emilia kissed him gently. Then Ritchie leaned his head back and closed his eyes, weak and numb.
After a moment Ritchie looked up. He didn’t move as Emilia and Howard dressed. As they prepared to leave, Emilia leaned over Ritchie and smiled. “No inhibitions here,” she whispered, kissing his cheek softly. “See you next week.”
Ritchie said nothing in reply but watched as they left. He sat alone for some time then finally stood up. He walked into the bathroom attached to his office and, after splashing himself with water and wiping his face, looked in the mirror. He stared at himself closely, studying his eyes. After a long moment he cast a slight smile and shook his head as if in disbelief. Then he walked back into his office, straightened up as best he could, and left.
It was late when he arrived home, the twilight beginning to fade. The baby-sitter’s car was in the driveway but the house was quiet when he came in. The children were playing in the backyard and he stood watching them through a window. In a moment his wife came up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist.
Her touch was tender and warm. It soothed and reassured him. “You’re late,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he replied, still watching the children at play. “It took a bit longer than I figured for me to get out of the office.”
Spinning him around she smiled and said, “It’s okay, I just got home, too.”
Just then the baby-sitter called from the next room, “I’m going now.”
“Okay. Thanks again,” Ritchie’s wife called back. Then the baby-sitter peeked around the corner and added, “See you again next Friday then, Emilia?” Emilia’s smile widened as she gazed into Ritchie’s eyes. “Yes, definitely. Next Friday.”–R.K., Greenwich, Connecticut