But one day Liz and I and one of the other girls were in Liz’s house, looking over some magazines with male nudes and comparing the qualities of the various men pictured. Liz was pretty quiet until she burst out that her husband was better than any of those pictured-even one of the pictures we were drooling over. We kind of put her down when she walked out of the room (we thought she was mad), but she returned with a box of photos. Were we surprised to see that they were all of Bob in some fantastic nude poses- quite a few with a hard-on. Liz was in a few of the pictures herself (the camera had a self-timer, she told us), but she was dressed or partially dressed. For example, she would be standing behind him, holding or stretching his hard-on. We knew that she was an avid photographer from the various trips we’d been on together, and that she had expensive photo equipment, but this really caught us by surprise. Also, we got really turned on by looking at these photos (much more than by the magazines, since he really was better-looking and better built). Since she was being so open with us, we admitted how we often talked and fantasized about Bob.
The next time we had our monthly bridge game at her house (our fourth friend was there this time), Liz had quite a surprise for us. Bob, who usually talked with us for a while and then disappeared, stayed around the whole time, and was extremely friendly and talkative. After about an hour of playing, Liz asked if we’d like to watch a photo session with Bob. Of course, none of us protested, although we weren’t quite sure what she had in mind. We were in the family room in the basement of their home, and she brought out her photo equipment and lights while Bob set up the backdrop and some other props. He left the room and returned in a robe. When Liz was ready, he got in position and threw off his robe. The three of us let out an audible gasp as we saw him completely nude. He’s really quite a man-beautifully pro-portioned, just the right amount of body hair and muscles for my taste, small, tight ass, nice legs, and best of all, a thick penis, which was about four inches, in its soft stage at that point. Liz took several poses before she invited each of us to get in the photos. We all made believe we wanted the others to go first, but I finally started. I stood next to him, behind him, et cetera, but didn’t touch him with my hands. When the next one went, Liz posed her and Bob more precisely and told the girl to touch him on the hips and chest in some rather sexy poses. Finally, when the fourth girl went in, Liz told Bob she wanted a hard-on for this one and then asked Ann if she wanted to help. Without further instructions, Ann grabbed his penis, and he was hard in an instant. We all gasped as his penis grew and grew and grew. (Later we all measured it at about eight inches long and six inches around.) Although we had seen it before in the pictures, it was much more exciting in the flesh. Ann continued posing with Bob, stroking his penis, balls, and ass. She and Bob (and the rest of us) got really worked up. When I got a second chance to pose with him, I knew I wanted to take some of my clothes off and get groped in return, but I didn’t want to turn this into an orgy without Liz’s okay. None of us had ever engaged in any kind of group sex-certainly not within our group. Finally, Liz said she wanted a picture of Bob coming. She told me to hold his penis very tight and pull way back on it, from behind, so his penis was stretched real tight-and not to pump it at all. This was unusual for me (I’d jerked boys off before, but never like this, and I didn’t think it was possible for them to come without any motion). I held his penis for about two minutes like this, squeezing harder all the time. I could feel it throbbing and contracting in my hand. He made a few back-and-forth movements, and finally he squirted-at least three feet. Liz got every bit of that in the photograph (which we saw a few days later).
After that, Bob left the room, and Liz cleaned up and-believe it or not-asked us to play some more bridge.
Where all this will lead is anyone’s guess, although let me say for myself, it’s gotten me real horny-to the point where I masturbate at home much more often. In addition, I’ve gotten much bolder and more aggressive with my dates and the fellas I go out with. On several dates I’ve had recently (once even on a first date), I began groping and undressing them before they did anything except kiss me.
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What a Show-off!
My husband and I have been married two years, and about a year ago he started bringing home Penthouse- rather furtively at first, I must admit, as I suppose he didn’t know what my reaction would be. Anyway, one night I caught him avidly admiring one of your Pets and as it obviously pleased him, I naturally felt a little jealous. We talked it over, and when I realized that the poses of the girls really turned him on, I began to think seriously about it: I certainly wasn’t going to take second place to a photograph, however beautiful the girl (and may I say that your models are lovely).
As it happened, for our holiday this year we went to Copenhagen. We both became a little tiddly one night and ended up at a sex show in one of the less reputable areas of the city. Surprisingly enough, I thoroughly enjoyed it, though it is generally held that women are not excited by visual stimuli as men are. The girls (and men) were all attractive with good physiques, and I think it was their honest enjoyment of sex that led me to overcome inhibition and watch with fascination. We saw strippers, lesbian couples masturbating each other with vibrators, coitus and cunnilingus in many different positions. After a while I noticed that my husband was very aroused, and I teased him about it, saying that I could do better than any of the girls when we got back to our hotel. That night we made love with more enthusiasm than for a long time-and that’s saying something!
As it was our anniversary the next day, I decided to give him something special, and the next morning, under the pretext of going to the hairdresser, I went to a sex shop and bought some rather erotic lingerie-a purple-satin open bra and matching briefs that were crotchless. When I returned my husband was out, so I spent a pleasant half hour trying on my purchases and adopting different poses in front of the bedroom mirror. I remember thinking to myself, “God, if this doesn’t give him the biggest hard-on of his life, nothing will.” It all seemed such a childish game at the time.
That evening after dinner I suggested an early night, and while my husband was getting undressed I went into the bathroom and “dressed to kill,” so to speak. I’ll always remember the look of rapture on his face as I came into the bedroom-I had on the bra and briefs plus a tight white sweater which emphasized my figure, and a wide leather belt. I consider myself not bad-looking for thirty-one and I certainly did full justice to the sweater, which was a size too small anyway. As the liqueurs after dinner had inflamed us both, and I had been feeling not a little randy for some time, inhibition was scarcely a problem. I paraded round for a few minutes wiggling my hips and cupping my breasts in my hands, while all he could do was to stare in pleasurable amazement. Then I proceeded to grind my hips, standing by the bed just out of his reach, and slowly pulled off my sweater. By now I was enjoying it almost as much as he was, and the sight of his erection standing up like a harbor bollard told me I was doing all right. I then knelt on the bed and held out my breasts for his admiration, using a few four-letter words by way of encouragement. When I took off my bra and draped it round his penis, I thought he was going to come there and then. Anyway, to cut a long story short, it led to the longest and most excruciatingly pleasurable lovemaking of my life.
I have never felt so much of a woman as that first night I “gave him a show,” though we have done it many times since. I’m convinced that if more wives would let themselves go in this way, even once in a while, prostitutes would be out of business. I can certainly recommend it to any married couple, and the sensation the wife experiences in arousing her husband like this is a pleasure in itself, not to mention the tumultuous lovemaking it’s bound to provoke. If you print this we’ll both be looking forward to reading other wives’ comments and their suggestions. Need I say where we’re going for our holiday next year?