When I got home from work, I found Hilary and our neigh bor Connie chatting about current events. I noticed that with all the places to sit in the living room, Connie had landed close by my wife on the love seat. Obviously Connie didn’t mind if I didn’t join their conversation, so I excused my self to shower and change before dinner.
Hilary and I have been to gether almost 16 years. She is a loving, gentle wom an—outside our bed room, that is! Our lovemaking has never lacked variety or excitement. She’s terrifically talented and caters to my fantasies I’ll try anything , one reason I love her with all my heart. But one thing she would never do: I always wanted to witness a sexual interaction between her and another woman, but she’s modest and wouldn’t. I brought it up from time to time, but she never seemed to change her mind.
That evening in the shower my mind wandered back to Hilary sitting so close to Con nie. The thought turned me on. I knew Hilary had an attraction to Connie—not to the extent of jeopardizing our relationship, but it was there. I fantasized about them making love while I watched from a distance.
I knew there was nothing going on, but I wondered, was it Hilary that sat by Con nie or the other way round? Was Connie attracted to Hil ary? Would Connie participate in such a fantasy?
The shower felt good falling on my naked body. I felt warm between my legs. I thought of seeing Hilary remove Connie’s clothing and caress her body, seeing Hil ary eat Connie’s pussy and suck on her clit knowing I’m watching. My throb bing clit became harder to ignore. I rubbed it to relieve pressure, but nothing I could do gave me satisfaction. Hilary has taught me many ways to satisfy my self, but my hands couldn’t keep up with the images in my mind.
Suddenly the shower curtain flew open, and Hilary asked what had gotten me so worked up. I told her what was going on in my head. She said she heard me out in the other room. Embar rassed, I asked if Connie was still here. Luckily she had left.
I asked, no begged Hil ary to get in the shower and fuck me. But she said no, if I was letting my fantasies take me to where I couldn’t pleasure myself, I’d just have to wait. She had special dinner plans and wasn’t about to stop what she was doing.
How could Hilary say that to me? Why would she? She has always fucked me when I needed it, no questions asked. Then it hit me. She loves to tease as much as she loves to fuck. I hate be ing teased but deep down love it when she does it.
She said she would allow me a bit of pleasure and laid a towel on the bath room floor and left, finally returning with a small box. My pussy was so wet, my legs trembled. I knew what was coming.
She said to lie on the towel with my ass raised. As I pre pared for the coming thrill, she sat on the side of the tub and inserted the lubricated tip of an enema in my ass. The thought of holding all that liquid sent shudders through me. But if I could hold on a few minutes, I’d have the time of my life later.
As soon as the liquid was all inserted, I turned on my side and tried to relax. Hil ary and I have a game to help teach me control. She sets a timer for three minutes and I can’t move or touch my self until it goes off. She set it now and put it in front of me, set for five minutes! I said no way could I last five minutes. She said to stop whining and do it or I’d have no satisfaction tonight.
Hilary walked away, as she usually does. But this time she returned with a chair and sat outside the bathroom door, then pulled out a Penthouse Let ters and began reading an explicit story out loud. I looked at the timer. Only one minute had passed! I begged her to stop, saying it was impos si ble for me to hold that liquid while she read the erotic letter and not touch myself.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch myself, but I couldn’t help myself. Hilary slapped my hand. I tried hard not to move, but as the story went on, and the pressure from the liquid in my ass built, I reached for my clit. Hilary shot up and restrained my hand to her chair. Only three minutes had passed. I plead ed for her to let me go, but she wouldn’t. She did say that if I could wait out the tim er, I would be rewarded in more ways than one.
Hard as it was, I did it! I made it through the five min utes. Hilary untied me and let me release the liquid that cleansed my ass. I know that when she gives me an ene ma, she’s going to fuck my ass all night—she knows I love anal penetration. Hell, I love any kind of penetration!
I got back in the shower, this time ice cold, to clean up for dinner. Hil ary called me for dinner, but I wasn’t hungry for food, I was hungry for her. Still, I couldn’t tell her I wasn’t hungry. As I finished buttoning my nightshirt nothing under neath , I headed for the table, but she stopped me in the hall.
Again she had something in her hands: the strap we use to tie me to our bed. She led me to the living room, to a chair set in the middle of the room. She sat me down and strapped my hands and ankles to the chair. She put a padded stopper between my legs to keep them apart, then put a blindfold over my eyes. She said I was to sit, listen and not say a word.
I heard the television turn on and the VCR engage. After a few minutes I heard the voice of Jeff Stryker, one of my favorite porn stars. Even blindfolded, I’ve seen this video often enough to be able to visualize him ramming his huge cock in the tight asses of the men, and I was going insane. Bound to the chair with my legs spread, I was helpless. I called for Hil ary but got no response.
I called again and this time heard footsteps coming toward me. From behind, Hil ary whispered, “What did I tell you?” I tried to talk, but she told me to be quiet and said, “I better not hear another word.” I sat quietly for a few minutes that felt like a lifetime. Right after Jeff said he wanted his cock sucked, I heard the doorbell. Shit, what would Hilary do? Untie me and let me go in the room, or leave me there “watching” the video?
I heard her walking and opening the door, but then nothing until the door closed again. I wanted to ask who was there, but I knew better. Hilary approached me and said she was allowing me an appetizer before our special dinner. The cold head of one of our toys touched my pussy. She moved it up and down my lips, teasing me. I pushed my hips forward, and she took it away. Immedi ately I moved back, praying she would put it back. She put the head back on my pussy. I sat as still as I possi bly could, waiting for her to insert the toy cock in me.
She teased a bit more, then in one swift move ment shoved the cock in! I wanted to move my hips to enjoy it, but I knew she’d take it away if I didn’t sit still. As her footsteps moved away, I heard fucking. Then I heard Hilary sit down. Was she watching me? I so badly wanted to please her, but what could I do? I just sat and waited.
I heard a zipper open and clothing fall to the floor. Finally she was going to come to me! But she didn’t. Instead I heard a faint moan. She was going to masturbate to the vision of me suffering in this chair? Just the thought made me come.
I tried hard to squeeze my legs tighter, but the barrier between them wouldn’t allow it. I heard Jeff fucking behind me and Hilary fucking herself in front of me. When I thought I could take no more, I heard something unexpected. Connie! Hilary wasn’t masturbating at all—she was fucking Connie! So Connie must have been the person at the door.
I had to know more. I tried to speak. Hilary said to shut up, then said to Connie, “You can tell her what I’m doing to you if you want.”
Connie said Hilary had removed all her clothing and laid her on the couch and was moving her hands over her swollen tits to her pussy. She said Hilary slid in one finger, then two, then three, and was moving them slowly in and out. The moaning I heard was Hilary pleasuring her. She said that Hilary had approached her about my fantasy of watching her fuck another woman while I watched. Connie loved the thought of having another woman’s wife fuck her while she was in the room.
Connie was about to say something when I heard Hilary start fucking her. Con nie choked back her words and moaned as Hilary inserted her fingers. I heard the sounds of her wet pussy as Hilary’s fingers plunged in and out of her. Connie’s breathing picked up, and her moans got louder.
I begged, “Please, Hilary, remove the blindfold so I can watch.” When I heard her rise from the couch, I was afraid of what she might do. Hands unbuttoned my night shirt, and it dropped off my shoulders. My hard nipples were each sucked. I felt hands behind my head about to untie the blind fold when I felt lips nearing mine. I closed my eyes for a kiss, and a tongue entered my mouth—just as the blindfold came off. It was a soft kiss the tongue did not feel as strong in my mouth.
The kiss stopped, and I opened my eyes—and saw that it was Connie! Hilary was sitting on the couch watching us kiss, her eyes filled with excitement. She motioned for Connie to return to the couch. She did, and they began to kiss. Hil ary turned Connie’s back toward me and opened her eyes so she could see the look in my eyes as she was kissing another woman.
I burned with the desire to see Hilary fuck Connie. Hilary closed her eyes and slid her hand between Con nie’s legs. I anticipated the moment her fingers would slip into Connie’s pussy. Hil ary looked at me again and inserted her fingers. Con nie let out a soft moan while Hil ary moved her fingers slowly in and out. With each movement Connie’s moans got louder and longer. She raised her hips to meet the incoming fingers. Hilary inserted another finger.
Watching from across the room, I moved my hips to the rhythm of Hilary’s hand fucking Connie. The small dildo inside me teased me. A warm puddle had dripped from my pussy. I closed my eyes for a moment and tilted my head back, trying to ride the cock in me, but it was no use. Listening to Connie moan, I pulled at the straps binding my hands behind me. I needed to be free, and have something more in me. I wanted Hilary in me.
Connie turned her head toward me and smiled, then whispered something to Hil ary. Hilary looked at me, then began to fuck Connie so hard, she screamed in delight. She kept ramming her fingers in and out of Connie until Connie came all over her hand. She kissed Connie’s nipples while slowing the mo tion of her fingers so Connie might catch her breath.
Hilary got up off the couch and moved toward me. She removed the padded block that spread my legs, then removed the straps binding me to the chair. She put her hand in mine and helped me up. My nightshirt fell to the floor. She took me in her arms and kissed me, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone. When she removed her lips from mine, she whis pered, “I hope this night will be all that you dreamed.”
She moved the chair from the middle of the living room and laid out a sheet covered in clouds. She reached for Connie’s hand and pulled her into our intimate circle. She kissed me, then Con nie, then laid us on the cloud-lined floor. She stood looking down at the nude women in front of her, then smiled as she knelt to Connie.
Hilary looked at me and said, “I want you to watch me fuck her. If you need to masturbate, okay, but don’t touch us or try to participate.”
Hilary kissed Connie’s nipples. She slid her hand to Connie’s pussy, still dripping from before. Connie anticipated another entry of her fingers, but this time got more. I hadn’t seen that Hil ary had our pleasure chest of dildos, anal plugs and vibrators of all shapes and sizes out it must have been hidden under the sheet. She pulled out the first of many toys she would use on Connie: an average-size cock, which she inserted slowly in Connie’s pussy.
As I watched, I squeezed my thighs together, with my hand between my legs. I tightened the inner walls of my pussy until it throbbed. Hilary fucked Connie with a steady rhythm she seemed to enjoy. I said I thought Connie needed more inside her, like the huge cock we have, which was sure to bring her to the orgasm of her life. Hil ary reached for it, and as she inserted it, I saw the look in Connie’s eyes—she was going to enjoy this!
Hilary pushed the cock in and out of Connie while suck ing hard on her nipples. Then she kissed her, entangling their tongues so that every moan Connie made was swallowed up by Hilary.
Lying there next to them, I reached for our double dildo and inserted it in my pussy and ass, then sat rocking back and forth plea suring myself. I wanted to fuck Con nie too. Hilary knew I was go ing insane with the desire to be touched. She asked if I wanted to be fucked. Des per ately, I whispered yes!
Hilary fucked Connie so hard that she screamed in delight. She climaxed, and her breath was so heavy that she could hardly make a sound. Hilary gently kissed her sweat-covered body, then turned her attention to me. She began to move the double dicks in and out of my holes. Excited as I was, there was no way this toy would give me satisfaction. She knew I needed to be fucked, and tonight I would need to be fucked hard.
I begged her to fuck my ass, and got up on all fours and lowered my shoulders to the floor. I looked at Con nie and asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She quickly answered no, as if the thought of it put her in a panic. I wanted her to see how wonderful it could be. She turned on her side to watch us. When she saw what was about to enter my anus, her eyes widened.
As the tip of the cock pressed against my hole, I grabbed Connie’s hand. Hil ary began to insert the dildo. Once the head made it, she rammed the rest in, and then moved it in and out of my asshole faster and harder. It was no picnic, but my God, it also felt good. I squeezed Connie’s hand while scream ing, “Fuck me!”
Hilary turned me on my back and raised my legs over her shoulders to allow for deeper penetration. Con nie moved toward me and touched my tits. My nipples were large and hard she put her mouth to one and pinched the other. I put my hands on the back of her head with enough pressure to tell her I wanted her to suck harder. I was in heaven with Hilary fucking me like there was no tomorrow and Connie sucking my nipples. Then Connie slid her hand to my pussy and inserted her fingers in my dripping pussy. She began to fuck me as hard as she could.
The feeling of the cock in my ass rubbing against her fingers in my pussy was mak ing Connie come again. I pulled her leg toward me to get her to turn her pussy toward me. She knew just what to do. She shifted herself so I could shove my fingers in her pussy. Hilary had really opened her up, and I was able to fuck her with all my might while she fucked my pussy and Hilary tended to my ass. The three of us were joined by a sexual force that just kept building.
I screamed, “I’m going to come!” Hilary told Connie to rub my swollen clit. She did, and in the next second I ex ploded, my hips rising up off the floor as I shook. We all fell to the floor, our bodies sweating and our breath ing fast, and lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath. Hilary kissed me and then kissed Connie.
It was an unforgettable experience for me, which left me wondering, will we do this again? I certainly hope so!—F.L., Lynn, Massachusetts
When I first discovered your special preference letters last summer, they struck an immediate chord of response. I have been a devotee of enemas since the time that I first remember being sexually aroused by one.
Later on, a friend told me he believed that anal intercourse was the primal sex act and that it satisfied the most basic human instincts. I was quite aroused, and from that day on I took a great interest in the female buttocks. This portion of the anatomy is still my biggest turn-on. It is a completely heterosexual fetish male asses turn me off entirely.
At about this same time, I began to experiment with self-administered enemas. This practice continued until I went away to college, when having a dormitory roommate made it impractical.
While a freshman at college, however, I met and began dating a girl whose hindquarters I regarded as sheer perfection. Imagine my delight when I learned my finger strayed there—half on purpose of her anal eroticism. Before long, our petting sessions included mutual masturbation with our fingers busily digging into each other’s backside. But it wasn’t until we finally rented a motel room one night that she sampled the pleasures of an enema.
When we had registered and locked ourselves into our room she undressed and watched as I unpacked the enema bag and its attachments. Her cheeks were flushed and she was in an obviously aroused state. She lay face down on the bed, with a large motel towel under her pelvic region. Trembling and sporting an incredible erection, I inserted the nozzle between her perfect buttocks and heard her sigh with pleasure. As the water flowed into her rectum, she moaned and moved her buttocks from side to side, repeatedly saying how marvelously good it felt. “Stop,” she finally said. “I’m full.”
Later, she administered an enema to me. I am not ashamed to say that I came spontaneously—with no penile stimulation whatever. We were married about a year later and we continue to satisfy each other with enemas and other diversions. We now have two children and continue to have straight intercourse as well as our special-preference sessions. Name and address withheld
Reading a letter you recently published brought to mind what happened to me several years ago, when I was eighteen and dating a girl who had an older sister, a graduate nurse. I visited my girlfriend’s home frequently and often stayed overnight in their guest room. One weekend, Nancy’s parents were away but Karen was home from her hospital job to supervise us. I woke up on Saturday morning with a stomachache and told Nancy, who immediately called her sister.
Karen insisted that she take my temperature and fetched a white thermometer case and a jar of Vaseline. Only when she smeared the thermometer with Vaseline did I realize what she was going to do. I felt like leaping out of the bed and hiding, but was too embarrassed to move. I hardly felt a thing except the gentle probing of the thermometer as she pushed it in. She put her hand over my buttocks to hold the thermometer in place and that really caused me to have an erection, covered by my pajama shirt, thank God.
Since I had a slight fever and stomach cramps, Karen suggested a mild enema to pep me up. When I said I’d rather not, she only laughed and said it wouldn’t hurt. She told me to lie still and relax. A minute or two later, Karen was back with her small feminine hygiene kit and was attaching a small enema tip to the rubber hose. I guess she gave me the enema very slowly because I felt no discomfort at all. A few moments later I went to the bathroom and, sure enough, I felt much better during breakfast. Nancy didn’t even mention the incident during the day and neither did Karen, much to my great relief.
That evening before bed, Karen came into Nancy’s room where we were listening to records and announced it was temperature time again. My face was as red as a beet but Nancy went off to the bathroom while Karen took me to her room where again it was bare bottoms up for her thermometer!
Four years ago I married Nancy after she graduated from nursing school. She’s a great wife but when sickness comes along out comes the old rectal thermometer and it’s bottoms up again. I really don’t mind rectal temps and I take hers that way too. The only thing I don’t like is that Nancy will leave the thermometer and Vaseline out when I’m sick and just about everyone knows what it’s for. R.W., Los Angeles, California
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