She sat up and shifted the short stool she was sitting on, so she was sitting near my knees. She slowly pushed my legs apart and placed my feet on the deck. She put a firm pillow under my hips.
Winona ran a finger between my pussy lips, almost but not quite entering my cunt. She continued teasing me, squeezing my lips and rubbing her finger from my pussy to my ass.
I sat up in a panic when I heard a car door slamming and Wilson’s and Vic’s voices as they entered the house. Winona pushed me back to a reclining position and told me to relax. She placed a beach towel across my body, covering me from mid-thigh to my neck.
Wilson and Vic came out onto the deck and poured themselves a cold pina colada. When they sat down, Winona stared into Wilson’s eyes, and said, “I was about to make love to your wife. You can stay and watch or take her home.” Wilson looked at me, and he could see that I was embarrassed, but also that I hadn’t been resisting. I could see that he was admiring Winona’s beautiful naked body.
She reached under the towel and caressed my breasts and squeezed my nipples. She slowly pulled the towel down to my waist and played with my breasts to relax and excite me. Then she removed the towel completely and turned her attention back to my pussy. Again she parted my knees, putting my feet on the floor.
As she gently spread my cunt lips, she leaned down and ran her tongue slowly up and down between my parted lips. She inserted a finger into my cunt and moved it in and out while her tongue circled and teased my clit. As my arousal increased, I raised my hips, and her soft lips and tongue continued to bring me closer to climax.
As I reached my climax, she placed her hands under my hips, holding my pussy up to her mouth. When I was through, she covered my exhausted body with the beach towel, then she and her husband walked quietly into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Wilson and I returned to our place and spent several hours making love.
— L. A., Washington
Sexy Setup
I’ve always enjoyed erotica with my husband- especially woman-on-woman. We’ve also talked about me getting it on with another woman. Although it made my pussy wet to think about it, I still was a little shy.
About two weeks ago, he suggested that I stay with a mutual friend of ours, Jodi, while he went on an overnight fishing trip. I agreed, not knowing that my husband had set me up.
It was a normal evening, until Jodi suggested we get into our pajamas and go to bed. I had no idea what she had in mind. I slipped out of my clothes and put on an oversize T-shirt. I turned to see that Jodi had returned to my doorway. I was amazed! She was wearing nothing but a white mesh bodysuit. Her long red hair barely covered her hard nipples as they poked out through the mesh holes. Her pussy hair was framed perfectly between two great legs. I turned away from her, embarrassed that the sight of her had turned me on so much. I heard her walk up behind me, felt her hands encircle my body and slowly come up under my shirt to cup my tits. It felt so good with her hard nipples rubbing on my back. I said, “Jodi, what are you doing?”
“Relax and enjoy it,” she said. “Let me teach you.” After pulling my shirt up over my head, she told me to remain standing as she lowered herself to the floor. She firmly grabbed the top of my panties and slid them off. I jumped as I felt her head come up between my legs, pushing them far apart. Her wet mouth quickly found my equally wet pussy. I rubbed my tits as she licked and fucked my cunt with her tongue. I thought I would explode. She gently pinched my clit between her fingers with great expertise. She pulled me down to the floor with her, and guided my mouth to her waiting cunt. I had never tasted anything so sweet and wet. I licked her clit like a lollipop. She pulled my head up and rubbed our crotches together, back and forth. It was amazing. She reached out and grabbed my nipples, sending us both over the edge. We both creamed from pure pleasure as our cunts overflowed with juice. She bent over and lapped mine like a cat drinking milk. Soon we were both asleep from exhaustion.
I felt I had to confess my night of pleasure to my husband the next morning. He chuckled, and said, “I know all about it.” I could have smacked him. Instead, I grabbed his cock and suggested we invite Jodi over for dinner. I was excited to show him what I learned, and he was more than happy to see it all.
— K. M., Maryland
Coffee Clutch
I have been married for many years and have two kids. Sex in our marriage is wonderfully fulfilling and varied. Jed and I have been swinging for the last several years with other couples. Occasionally, we invite males and females into our bedroom.
I had been mysteriously drawn to our friend, Dahlia, and felt a strong desire for close contact with her whenever I thought of her. When my husband and I were with her and her husband, Wilson, about once a month or so, I had increasingly concentrated on touching her. I finally expressed my feelings to her one day over a cup of coffee. With a radiant smile, she leaned over and put her soft lips on mine. Her warm, wet, velvet touch shot like lightning through my body. Blood surged to my brain and awakened a sweet, powerful desire. I opened my mouth, and our tongues met and danced a delicate ballet of love. Dahlia’s natural sweetness overwhelmed me, and I felt weak. When I finally broke the kiss, I gasped, “Darling, you make me feel mushy and soo good.”
We resumed our kissing for an eternity. Then she whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” We undressed each other slowly, our lips glued together all the while. We finally lay naked, side by side, arms around each other. Our bodies touched lightly, Dahlia’s voluptuous breasts weighing against mine. I gently reached around her back and very slowly traced my hand lower until my fingers felt the cleavage of her bottom. I continued more slowly, and finally reached the silky hair and her swollen pussy lips. They were wet, and with ease I slipped my middle finger between those lips. Her head moved away, just a few inches from mine. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and wet, her breathing heavy and fast. I increased the pressure inside of her as she responded, meeting my movements with quick thrusts of her pelvis. She finally locked her arms around me and screamed her familiar, hoarse orgasmic cries.
After a short break, she kissed me again, more vigorously than before. And then she went down on me. Oh, did she go down on me! No man has ever matched the excruciatingly sensitive touching of all the love nerves of my sex like my friend Dahlia. She breathed kisses all around my pussy without actually touching the lips. She started licking around my anus and the space that led to my cunt. I felt the air on the inside of my open, swollen love hole. Then for the first time, I felt the tip of her tongue caressing the outer lips.
All my feelings were in turmoil. I know I love men more than anything. I adore cock. I open up to the touch of a man, and I feel consumed with passion when a man’s tool hammers my inside. But now I was with a woman who elicited the most exquisite feelings I have ever felt. My body was tense, and at the same time open and relaxed. The silky touch of her mouth and tongue had brought me to the delicious brink of an orgasm. She penetrated deeper into me. Then she sucked alternately on my cunt lips. The mix of our juices ran copiously. One of her fingers touched my asshole and slowly pushed inside, and then with broad strokes, she lapped my sex with her tongue while she rubbed my clit with the other hand. I thought I would die. I completely gave myself to an all-consuming climax.
For a long time, we lay in each other’s arms before I came to my senses. I asked my friend, “Does this mean we’re bi?”