Yolanda proceeded to pour warm oil over my body, then she and Sam rubbed their hands over every inch of me. The feeling of four hands rubbing my skin was incredible. Yolanda would rub her tits on mine, then rub them on Sam. Then she lowered her pussy onto my tits and slid up and down from my tits to my snatch. The mood was playful and fun, but so intense.
Yolanda pulled out a strap-on dildo and stuck it into my mouth. I love being fucked in my mouth and my cunt at the same time. She was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I remember gasping for air at times. My pussy started quivering, and then I experienced the most exhilarating climax. Yolanda said my come literally shot right out of me, soaking her dildo and dripping down onto her own snatch. I quickly tried to pull myself together because it was Sam’s turn to reach ecstasy. I eagerly went to work, sucking and stroking his dick while Yolanda licked his entire body and talked erotically in his ear. I bent over the edge of a table, and Sam thrust his dick into me from behind. Listening to his moans, I knew he was about to come, so I pulled him out and had him shoot his wad in my mouth.
We lay on the bed for a while, softly rubbing and kissing. We knew the time was running out. Afterward, Sam asked me if my fantasy was as good as I thought it would be. All I could say was that we are going to have the most exciting and erotic life together. One fantasy down, many more to go.
— K. S., Minnesota
Three’s Company
Your magazine has been instrumental in solving a problem that my husband and I had for the last six years of our eight-year marriage. Your article on troilism and the “Forum” letter describing a sexual encounter with a woman hitchhiker combined to provide the solution. Perhaps it will be of interest to others.
I married my husband when I was quite young and a virgin. The marriage caused me to cut short my college career after barely beginning. Within two years I began to resent the marriage because it had happened too soon. It had denied me the sexual experimentation that I had always believed to be an intrinsic part of a college education. This resentment culminated in an arrangement to have a motel owner send me lovers during weekends that my husband was away. I sexually satisfied over a dozen men, but strong feelings of guilt prevented me from reaching an orgasm. Your troilism article caused me to realize that while I desired sex with other men, I could not gain any satisfaction without my husband’s participation.
After disclosing the motel affairs to my sympathetic and intelligent husband, I have, for the past few months, enjoyed sexual threesomes with hitchhikers. Our method, though clumsy and self-conscious at first, is really quite simple and very exciting. We have an automobile that seats three in the front. A U.S. Marine training base some distance from our home provides an abundance of young, handsome, and clean hitch-hikers. A touch on my husband’s leg signals my approval of the hitchhiker and the start of our mutual seduction.
It is not difficult to get a young Marine involved in a chat about sex. We encourage this by telling him of our own experiences, and never fail to mention troilism. The conversation is deftly directed to my legs, and my husband raises my skirt to demonstrate his point. Then, illuminated either by daylight or a dashboard light, our young friend is treated to a view of sexy panties or the very smooth mound of a shaven pubis. The dialogue of sex increases, as do my passions.
Then my husband starts to masturbate me, in partial view of our new friend. This is not enough to encourage assistance from my right. It takes a whispered “Play with me, too,” which almost always results in the man starting to fondle my breasts. There seems to be a universal aversion to one man touching another, even while both are being satisfied by the same woman.
When I sense that our hitchhiker is aroused, I will have intercourse with him in the backseat while my husband drives and listens. Several times I have found the man to be so exciting that we spend the evening in a motel, during which time the only limit is our joint imagination.
Our threesomes are lessening in frequency, from two or three an evening to about once a month. I feel that I have made up for lost time, and now it is just another sexual variation to us-important, but not our prime outlet.
— Name and address withheld
A Voyeur’s Dream
I am an incorrigible exhibitionist. Within a reasonable margin of safety, I love to show off my body in some sexy fashion. It may be my bouncing tits in a partially unbuttoned blouse, or much of a leg. It is exciting to see men’s surprise and wanton looks.
The other day, my fetish got the better of me with thrillingly satisfying results. My husband, Paul, and I hosted a meeting of Little League baseball umpires in our house. There were about a dozen men and two women. As the talks proceeded, I offered some hors d’oeuvres and drinks and then joined the group. Charlie sat across from me. He is a single parent and has a wonderful relationship with his and all the other kids.
Soon I realized that his eyes frequently dropped to view my legs. I also saw he was the only one in a position to see more. With increasing heartbeat, I casually opened my legs a bit. He noticed. I changed my sitting position slightly and showed him more of my inner thigh. I wore a short skirt. Then I covered my lap with a bunch of papers while, with one hand under this cover, I teased my inner thigh and slowly moved up to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I caught him looking intently and smiled at him. He blushed.
The meeting ended and more social conversations ensued. I managed to quickly tell my husband what I was up to. As Paul escorted people to the street, I asked Charlie to stay for a while. Paul finally led the last visitor to his car. By that time, I was very excited and hot, and bluntly asked Charlie if he liked what he saw. At the same time, I slowly pulled up my skirt until it was all ruffled up at my waist, exposing myself in my tiny panties, and asked Charlie to treat himself to the goodies. “Your husband!” he gasped.
“Don’t worry. He knows,” I answered.
He fell to his knees. I slid forward on the couch, spread my legs far apart, and let him lick and suck me. I was rushing into ecstasy. I took his head in my hands and controlled the pressure on my pussy. I came quickly.
“Your turn,” I whispered. He stripped, sat down, and I delivered an intense blowjob. I started to lick up and down his gorgeous meat. Paul had come back and, looking up, I saw Charlie’s relieved smile when Paul asked, “Are you two enjoying each other?” Before long, he came up behind me and started playing with my wet cunt. Ah, I was in one of my favorite, heavenly positions-with two gorgeous men servicing me. As my tongue explored the hardness, the veins, the velvet ridge, and tasted the precome lubricant of Charlie’s meat, I felt my husband’s motions on my juicy pussy. He reached around and tickled my clit until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I came and came as I felt the pressure of Paul’s touch against my innermost parts. And then Charlie gave his best to load up my throat with his come. Boy, did he come. “Oh, it’s been so long,” he moaned.