Almost exhausted from this three-hour love fest, I began to lick his cock. Our juices were mixed, and the flavor was intoxicating. Albert removed his hardening cock from my mouth and kissed me. He could taste the flavor of our love on my tongue. Then, without saying a word, he placed me in the doggie-style position and fucked me.
I can’t remember how many times he brought me to orgasm that day, but every time I see an ad for Vegas, I get weak in the knees and wonder if we will ever again unleash our animalistic desires.
— F. M., Texas
The Friendly Skies
On a recent flight to Europe, my husband and I realized one of our fantasies. During the in-flight movie, I secretly removed my panties under the blanket and motioned for Paul to follow me. I led him to the back of the plane and into one of the bathrooms, and we quickly locked ourselves in. Without a word I bent down, lifted my skirt, and offered my dripping hole to him. He entered me from behind and we slowly fucked ourselves to a beautiful, satisfying orgasm.
Outside the rest room stood a man whose jaw dropped when he saw both of us coming out. While I went back to my seat, my husband stayed behind to stretch his legs a bit. Half an hour later, he returned, sat down, and said, “How would you like a repeat performance with that nice fellow back there?” I looked at Paul’s roguish grin and nodded.
That’s why I love him so much. He finds joy in my pleasure, and we have become tolerant of each other’s feelings and wishes. We have an open marriage, and we always know about each other’s bed partners.
Paul had started a conversation with the man, Donnie, and told him what we had done in the rest room. Eventually, he asked Donnie if he would like to do the same. Now Paul told me that Donnie was sitting a few rows behind us. I was to walk to the rear, and he would follow. I did, and we arrived together.
After we locked the door, he tenderly embraced me and kissed me. I stood with my back to the sink and held him and caressed his neck and back. Soon I felt his hard cock against my abdomen, and my juices began to flow. My arousal made me feel like jelly. I pushed him away, hoisted myself onto the sink, and raised my skirt. I felt the cool air on my puffed-up, wet pussy and smelled the just-fucked scent. My hands guided his head and adjusted the pressure on my cunt until I built up to that intense approach of an explosion-like release. I pushed his face to my sex with all my strength, then I moaned loudly as I slowly relaxed.
Then it was my turn to return the favor. We switched places, and I pulled down his trousers and shorts and relished his splendid equipment. His balls were heavy, and his cock stood up at an angle from his belly. I felt the delicate skin, the thick veins, and the smooth head with its broad rim. Thick lubricating fluid oozed out of the top. I formed an O with my index finger and thumb and lightly rubbed it over the head. My husband likes that very much, and it always makes him beg for mercy. Donnie mumbled, “Oh, that feels so good.” Then I deep-throated him. The feel of his prick in my mouth, his balls in one hand, and my other hand between his ass cheeks made me very hot. While I was squatting, I squeezed my legs together to increase that delicious pressure on my pussy lips.
I finally stood up, turned around, and positioned myself as I had done about an hour before with my husband. Donnie impatiently rammed his tool into me and fucked me wildly. I met his powerful thrusts and heard him bang his back against the door with each stroke. He increased the pace, pulled me tightly against his groin, and we both reached the top of our orgasm.
We straightened up and opened the door. Outside was a line of wide-eyed people, some of whom smiled knowingly. Those smiles were nothing compared to the looks some of them gave us when they later discovered us sitting with different partners.
— T. W., California
On the Road Again
My husband and I own a trailer, and we frequently travel to various campsites for a weekend, or, if time permits, we will travel farther if we can camp for a week at a time. I really enjoy the camping part, but I’ve found the travel part to be very boring. On one of the trips we took, I decided to do something to break up the boredom. That particular morning, instead of my usual conservative pullover top with a bra underneath, I only put on a sheer cotton top without a bra. I could tell that it had an instant effect on my husband, because he kept staring at my perfectly shaped 36C tits. He would, from time to time, reach over and gently brush the nipple of my left boob and cause it to stand out as firm as the large cock pressing against his shorts.
However, what he wasn’t aware of is that before we left the campground that morning, I had inserted a set of ben-wa balls into my shaven pussy. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was having. There I was, sitting in the cab of our truck, feeling all the road vibrations right in the center of my sex! Usually, I couldn’t wait for us to get back onto a smooth road, but that day I wanted us to be driving down a washboard.
As we started down a rather bumpy section of highway, I leaned forward a little bit and pressed my hot pussy into the seat. I knew I was only moments away from a climax, but then the road smoothed out again. I could’ve screamed-I mean, I was so close to coming, I gave serious thought to pushing the leg of my loose shorts aside and fingering myself to the climax I needed. I didn’t want my husband to know what I had done until I could handle his beautiful eight inches, so I decided to continue the tease trip that I had put myself on.
I said to my lover, “Have you ever wanted me to expose my tits to a truck driver as we pass?” He said that he thought it would be a big turn-on for him, and suggested that I unbutton my blouse and allow the world to see what great tits I have. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I could not believe how sexy I felt. I began to rub my titties and pull on my nipples, and soon they stood out like the erasers on a pencil.
As I continued stroking my very sensitive breasts, the road turned bumpy again. And as we passed a big truck, I could feel the climax begin to overtake me. The pleasure of mind-shattering orgasm spread from my gushing cunt and filled my whole being. I leaned back in the seat and continued massaging my breasts with my eyes closed, allowing a loud sigh to escape my lips.
My husband was having a difficult time keeping our truck and trailer in our lane as we passed the truck and he watched me come. He said, “God, you came, didn’t you? I mean, playing with your tits as we passed that truck brought you off, didn’t it?” I looked over at him with a flushed face, smiled, and told him that it did and that it was a great turn-on for me to do it. To this day, he does not know about the ben-wa balls stuffed inside me and the feeling that the rough road gave me.
— C. B., California
THREE, FOUR, AND MORESOMES
Three’s Not a Crowd
My husband and I have been married for eighteen wonderful years. One thing that we share is great fantasies. We decided recently that it was time to live out one of our fantasies-for me to share an experience with another woman. I had always wanted to know what it would be like to touch another woman’s body, and my husband was dying to watch.
Heather, a close friend of ours, came by our house to have a few drinks. Before we knew it, she and I were lying on the couch together, caressing each other’s thighs, while my husband sat across from us watching.