Her companion asked her how she got it on at home without her husband knowing, and she replied that she had a small studio apartment that he didn’t know about. She then laughed and said that she paid the rent by doing some secret hooking during her lunchtime, but that at other times, and on business trips, she just gave it away. Being a prostitute was just a way to get the money she needed; her real interest was in the sex itself.
Actually, she went on, she had always been sex-crazy, though only in the last four years had it really gotten out of control. She really loved her husband, but the fact was that she had been cheating on him ever since they met. During the week before they got married, she had arranged to fuck all her previous boyfriends, thinking that marriage would end her wanton ways. But it hadn’t worked out that way.
The next scene was in a large hotel room. It was very noisy, and the camera moved around a lot. There must have been fifteen men in various states of undress, and they were yelling things like, “Give it to her hard!” and “Shit, she’s like a bitch in heat!” Finally the camera homed in on the bed. Allison was spread out there, with one guy pumping hard into her cunt while she gave another a blowjob, and two more guys on either side of her getting handjobs. For about an hour I watched Allison in all sorts of positions with all sorts of guys, including my old friend Gil. As one guy would finish and get off, another would mount her. She had come all over her body. That body would frequently go into spasms as she had orgasm after orgasm. After a while the scene just came to an end when the tape ran out, but the action showed no sign of stopping.
I admit I was surprised by some of the things Allison said on the tape. Although, as I said, I had suspected that she was fucking other men, I hadn’t realized the extent of her promiscuity or her wildness. But still, I was more excited than upset. I decided not to say anything to Allison about it, and I haven’t. She acts in the same loving way she always has when we are together. I now realize that the late hours she keeps when not traveling are probably spent fucking other guys, either for money or for free. But we still fuck nearly every night, and the only difference is that my desire for my wife is now even stronger as I thank my lucky stars for the uninhibited and insatiable slut that I married.—Name and address withheld.
SHE AGREED TO DO IT WITH OTHER MEN, AS LONG AS SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHO THEY WERE
My wife Amy and I read your magazine every month and often use it to spice up our sex life. But we never had any experiences which we thought were worth writing about—until Amy’s thirty-fifth birthday.
Amy and I have always enjoyed wild and uninhibited sex, but until that day we had never involved anyone else in our lovemaking. We had talked many times about getting it on with other people, and Amy knew that I liked to fantasize about watching her with several men. Amy would say that she thought it would be exciting if the men were total strangers, and she had no idea who they were. But these were just fantasies, and so they remained until I decided to make them come true.
I was working on a project for my company that summer that involved being around a group of construction workers. I approached some of them with my idea, and when I showed them pictures of my wife they were quite enthusiastic. I set up the deal for the night of Amy’s birthday.
We had dinner at our favorite restaurant that evening, and then went dancing at a club, where we had a few drinks and stayed until closing. On the way home we started fooling around in the car, and by the time we got there we were both hotter than firecrackers.
Once at home I stripped Amy and began to fool around with her. When I got her naked I told her that I had a surprise for her, but that she would have to trust me and go along with what I had in mind. She looked at me kind of funny, but said okay. She asked if I was going to get undressed too, but I said, “Not yet.” I then blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. I led her out of the house and into the garage, still naked, and guided her into the front seat of my pickup. I could tell she was getting really hot. As I pulled out of the garage she asked where we were going, and I told her to wait and see—or not see. Then she asked if I had brought anything for her to wear, and when I said no, she just moaned.
A short distance from our house we came to a dirt road off the main highway, which I had explored in the past. It ran through an area of woods, and a little way along there was a small clearing which was pretty much hidden from sight. I turned in there. When I parked the truck, Amy asked me where we were, but I didn’t answer her. Instead, I helped her out of the truck, untied her hands and then tied them over her head from a tree limb. At that point I reminded her of the fantasies we had talked about, and asked her if she was ready for her birthday present.
Amy was kind of shaking, but I could tell that it was with excitement. She could have backed out then and I would have called the whole thing off, but she didn’t. She enthusiastically said yes.
I took out my cell phone and called Victor, one of the guys who were waiting down the road, and told him we were ready. I had showed him the spot earlier.
As Amy heard the car drive in and stop, she began to rub her legs together and moan, saying that she felt like a slut. But she wasn’t complaining. Victor and three of his friends got out of the car and walked up to Amy, who was still tied and blindfolded. They immediately started making remarks about how sexy she was and how she was giving them all hard-ons. Then they began running their hands over her body, playing with her tits and rubbing her pussy, until she was panting and almost too weak to stand. Victor told her to spread her legs, which she did, and they proceeded to finger her pussy and ass. Finally they released her hands and she sank down to her knees, moaning with excitement.
Victor started things off by feeding his cock into her mouth. When they saw how eagerly she sucked on it, the guys couldn’t hold back. For the next hour and a half, Victor and his three friends proceeded to use my wife in many ways. They had her lie on her back on the ground and took turns fucking her pussy. Then, to get them aroused again, they asked her to dance naked to the music from the car radio. This was awkward, since she was still blindfolded, but she did it. Then they put her on her hands and knees and fucked her two at a time, one from behind and one in her mouth. By this time Amy was out of control, moaning loudly and urging the guys on, telling them to fuck her harder, to come in her cunt and her mouth. Finally she yelled, “Oh god, someone do my ass!” Which they all did.
It was my complete fantasy come true, seeing my wife being gang-banged by four guys; and it was Amy’s too, since she could not see the guys and would never know who they were.
To finish off the night they had Amy kneel as each of the guys in turn slipped his cock into her mouth and face-fucked her until he was ready to come, then pulled out and shot a load onto her face and tits.
After the guys left Amy begged me to fuck her too. I left the blindfold on as I fucked her ass, finally blowing a load I had been holding in all night. We then got back into the truck and drove home. I had to put a blanket on the seat, because she had come running out of everywhere. Once in the house, I finally took the blindfold off. Amy gave me a long, lingering kiss and thanked me for giving her the best birthday present she’d ever had.—P.F., Butte, Montana
HIS WIFE GOT A NEW JOB, A NEW FIGURE AND A NEW PERSONALITY—A SEX KITTEN
For twenty-two years, Phyllis and I had a fairly conventional life. We raised two children who are now in college, held lucrative and interesting jobs and had a warm circle of friends and relatives. Then a year ago, the large corporation Phyllis works for as a mid-level executive asked her to take a position in New York. I had my own national consulting business, so it was possible for me to settle elsewhere as well. So we made the big move.
Phyllis was quite excited about our relocation. We both agreed that our lives had become too staid and settled. In our mid-forties, we regarded the move as a terrific adventure.
Since the children were no longer at home, we decided that it would be most convenient to buy a condominium in a downtown
location near Phyllis’s office. Our apartment had a wonderful view of the city and plenty of amenities, including a gymnasium. Both of us began to work out regularly. We had been in fairly good shape before, but the workouts made us feel better and healthier. Phyllis was able to lose a few extra pounds, and I definitely had better muscle tone.
In Phyllis’s case, the loss of weight had a dramatic effect on her appearance. Her stomach was now quite flat, her waist and hips narrower and her legs taut and trim. Her breasts even seemed to stand more erect. She had pretty much gotten back the striking figure she’d had when we first met, and I kidded her about being one hell of a piece of ass for a forty-something woman. She just laughed. But I also noticed that she began to dress differently, to show off her figure more. Her skirts and dresses were cut higher, her blouses lower, and she began to wear frillier lingerie. The last touch was to dye her hair blonde and to get a striking mod cut.
Phyllis’s new job was quite time-consuming. She liked the work, and she liked the camaraderie of her new office. After the work day, she and her office mates often would go out drinking together. It was a time when I was traveling a lot to keep up my old contacts and to make new ones. When I was on the road, I was sometimes unable to reach Phyllis at home until late in the evening. But when I did, she was always quite cheery.
When we were together, Phyllis seemed to be to be much more sexual than before. Where we used to make love a couple of times a week, now she wanted it every night. She orgasmed more easily, and was more aggressive in her technique. She didn’t hesitate to get me started by giving me head, and she kept wanting to try different positions, including anal intercourse, in which we had only rarely engaged before. Her sexual energy and demands were such that I began to welcome being on the road, so I could get an uninterrupted night’s sleep. I should have suspected something was amiss.
Two months ago it all came together. I had returned a day early from a trip, and it was about ten at night when I got home. Phyllis was not there. Exhausted, I went into the bedroom with my suitcase and immediately went to sleep.
About an hour later I was awakened by the sound of the front door opening, and some loud laughter. It was Phyllis with some friends. From their voices, it seemed that she was with two men. Their conversation indicated that they had been out dancing. The men kept saying how hot Phyllis was. She just laughed and then said, “Well, let me see what you’ve got, so I can see how hot I’m going to get.”
I was in shock. My wife was talking like a slut. She then exclaimed, “Not bad. Let’s go into the guest room, where I keep my toys.”
The guest room is next to our master bedroom, and for the next hour I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The wall between the rooms was thin, and the sounds and their comments told me just what was happening. Phyllis was obviously stripping for them. Then she began to play with herself, using a vibrator. Then she said she wanted to blow them, and I could even hear her slurping on their cocks. She then had the two of them fuck her at the same time, one in her cunt and one in her asshole.
About midnight, the two men left. Phyllis then came into the master bedroom. She switched on the light. She had come all over her body. At first she was startled and even aghast to see me there. But she quickly regained her composure. Smiling, she came up to me and asked if I was ready for sloppy seconds. Before I could say anything, she began to give me a blowjob. When I was good and hard she climbed on top of me. I slid in easily, and it wasn’t long before I orgasmed.
Afterwards, Phyllis told me that she had just met those two guys in a bar. She went on to say that ever since we had moved, she had been constantly horny. Since I was gone so much, she had taken matters into her own hands and had begun picking up men for fuck sessions. This had been going on for nine months. She was surprised I hadn’t found out about it before now. She said she had known I would find out eventually, but she couldn’t stop. She was beginning to think she had become a nymphomaniac. She just couldn’t get enough sex. In the last nine months, she estimated that she had slept with over a hundred different men. She said she was okay when I was around, but only as long as I kept putting out for her.
Of course I was amazed and shocked when she told me this, but once it sank in I discovered that I was all right with it. It even turned me on to think of what a slut my lovely wife had become. I told her that I loved her and always would, and that I loved having sex with her, but that I didn’t feel I could keep up with her constant need. So we reached an understanding. Phyllis is free to pursue her desires with other men, but when I am at home she comes back to me every night, and always puts me first. It has worked out quite well so far. Phyllis has all the sex she needs, and the tales she tells me about her escapades have made me hotter for her than ever. So we are both happy.—H.C., New York, New York
THEY WANTED TO DO “SOMETHING DIFFERENT,” THEN KEPT ON DOING IT
I wanted to plan a fun weekend with my wife. We were sitting in the living room. It had been a long day for me at work, and just as boring for her at home. I had asked Sarah where she would like to go Friday night. We both wanted to do something different. Sarah, shy and quiet, shrugged her shoulders and said anyplace would be all right, as long as it was something different.
We were married right out of high school and now, at twenty-two, had a three-year-old baby. Sarah was always happy to get a baby-sitter and go anyplace that was fun. She’s short and very attractive. She has a cute face, with a full figure and long red hair. She was dressed in a really short blue dress that showed her shapely legs—even more when she was sitting. I knew she liked how sexy she felt when she wore that dress. It dipped enough in front to show the top of her good-size breasts. Her shy smile made her a mystery to a lot of people, and her green eyes always sparkled. At just five feet two inches, she was a real heart-stopper.
I leaned forward and smiled a wicked, wild smile. “How about going to a strip bar?” I said, knowing that every now and then she liked to watch the ladies take off their clothes. She smiled and asked if I thought she should wear the dress to a strip bar. I nodded and said that she could put on a small show all by herself if she did. I knew she would certainly get noticed if she wore that dress. I also knew she wouldn’t mind the attention.
I picked up the baby-sitter, and we were off for an evening that would last late into the night. The club I had in mind had some class for a gentlemen’s club. It was clean, and the women were nice-looking. I also knew there was little trouble there, and felt comfortable taking my wife.
Room was actually made for us in front of the center stage. The club was crowded. There were a lot of stag men and a few couples. Sarah made herself comfortable between me and another, younger man. We watched one stripper as we waited for our drinks. When I paid for the drinks, the waitress took note of the tip with a flip of her bare hip. A long-legged woman took the stage and swayed forward on spike heels. She strutted in front of us in her sequined dress. We stared up at her. Her gloves came off, and she gripped the pole tight between her thighs. She swiveled and feigned masturbation as she winked in the direction of my wife.
Sarah wriggled in her seat as the sexy dancer stripped the dress from her slender body. She strutted over to where we were sitting and leaned forward. As she shook her firm breasts, just a few feet from our faces, I stared down her open bra. I heard a soft gasp from my wife and thought she was getting a little excited by the show the stripper was putting on for us. When she went back to the pole, Sarah leaned over to me and whispered that the guy sitting beside her had his hand on her leg and was feeling her thigh.
A little surprised, I asked if she wanted me to put a stop to it. She assured me that it was all right. If things got out of hand, I could take care of it then. For now, I understood, she didn’t really mind. I could tell from her heavy breathing that she was excited. I looked down, but couldn’t really see anything.
I leaned over to her and said I was going to the men’s room. She gave a soft moan and nodded, saying nothing more.
As I passed behind her, I saw that indeed the man had his hand on her bare leg. I also realized that I could only see a part of his hand. The rest was under her short dress—on her panties, I guessed. I responded by getting hard! It was our first experience with anyone else, and the thought was exciting both of us. It sure as hell excited me, knowing my wife was allowing another man to touch her in such an intimate manner.
In the men’s room, I moved my hard penis to a more comfortable position. I wanted to get back to the table to see what my wife was doing. When I returned, I noticed that the man’s hand was now completely under her dress, working furiously. I took my seat beside Sarah, leaned over and asked if she was all right. She was clutching her drink glass in a death grip.
She leaned over and whispered, “He wants me to go to the ladies’ room and take off my panties.”
“Do you want to?” I said. Her nod and the clenching of her fingers told me she wanted to do whatever was going to happen. She was excited to the max.
The guy was dressed nice, and looked decent. I whispered to Sarah that she could do whatever she wanted. She leaned over to the man and whispered something, then straightened and stood up on unsteady legs, holding the back of her chair to steady herself. Then she straightened her dress and walked to the ladies’ room.
It wasn’t long before she returned to her seat. She nudged my hand, and I looked down. She opened her hand, and there in her clenched fist were her lacy green panties.
I took them from her and put them safely in my pocket. When I looked back up, the stripper was completely nude on the stage. She swiveled her bare hips and pushed her inviting pussy up and out in my direction. She was fully open as she looked quickly at my wife, then at me. She smiled and wagged her finger. Then she winked. So, she knew what my wife and the man seated next to her were doing!
I looked over to see both of Sarah’s hands lying flat over her drink glass. She balled her hands into fists, her fingers working into the palms of her hands. I stood and took a few steps back. Neither she nor the man noticed as I looked over her shoulder. His hand was holding her skirt up as his finger worked deep inside her open pussy. She was allowing him to masturbate her right there while everyone else watched the stripper onstage.
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