After Heather had settled down she stood, straightened her clothes, thanked Ross and walked away. I soon followed.
I met Heather down the hall from the store. Without saying a word, we hurried to the parking garage and climbed into our minivan. I lay her down on the back seat, dropped my pants and draped her long legs over my shoulders. With one swift thrust I buried my diamond-hard cock in her wonderfully hot canal. Neither of us lasted more than three minutes before we simultaneously came.—J.F., Minneapolis, Minnesota
IT TOOK BEAUTIFUL STRIPPERS TO EXPOSE HER PASSION FOR HIM
I have been an occasional reader of your magazine for many years. Like many of your letter writers, I didn’t think I’d ever have the opportunity to write a letter of my own. As a married thirty-five-year-old with children, I thought my glory days were over; but on one September day, I was proven wonderfully wrong.
I work at a franchised national chain in a middle management position. One September day I had to go to a meeting in a large city with another manager from our firm. The other manager is a beautiful lady in her early thirties. In spite of her beauty, I had never considered trying anything with her because I knew she was happily married with a nice house, a sweet dog, a two-car garage and all the other accouterments of a dull but happy life.
Sioban and I had a good relationship at work but other than an occasional collision in the hallway, we had never had any physical contact. I must admit, however, that I treasured those encounters and had often dreamt about how things might develop from these encounters.
Anyway, on the day of our trip, I went to pick Sioban up at her house at six in the morning. The city was about three hours away so we had to get an early start. As I pulled into Sioban’s driveway, she walked out of her front door, looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a light blue dress that fit rather snugly around her ample bust and waist line, but was loose and flowing below her waist.
She got into my car with a big bright smile and a grand good morning. We headed for our destination chatting about our work, our mates, vacations and various other safe subjects. All of a sudden, though, Sioban asked me if I intended to visit the strip joint that all of the other men in our office frequented whenever they got the chance to visit the city. I was actually kind of shocked by this comment and I just laughed it off by saying, “Yeah, right!”
Shortly thereafter, we arrived at the hotel where our meeting was to take place. As we walked in through the huge front entrance, I kept picturing how nice it would be to have a private meeting with Sioban in one of the hotel rooms.
The meeting was pretty much a standard affair. It ended with a buffet lunch, but Sioban and I blew it off and decided to eat somewhere a little more interesting. We proceeded downtown to an old building that had recently been converted into a series of shops and eateries.
The restaurant we chose had an old-world ambiance and great food, but it was the conversation I enjoyed the most. It was very intimate, kind of like a first date when you get as much from looking deeply into your date’s eyes as you do from the conversation. We spent a lot of time discussing past relationships. The conversation was at times intense, but always very pleasant.
Once in the car, Sioban asked me if I regretted missing out on the strip joint. I thought to myself: This is the second time this woman has brought this subject up. Could she actually be interested in going there? So I turned to her and said: “Do you?”
Sioban blushed and averted her eyes. I asked her if she wanted to go there with me. After what seemed to be an eternity she responded, “If I said I did, would you tell anyone back at the office?”
I assured her that I would not, because I didn’t think it would be a good idea for my wife to find out. As we discussed what we were about to do, I noticed that she was no longer her usual calm cool self. She was nervous, but it was much more of an excited nervousness than an apprehensive one. It was obvious that she could hardly wait to get there. I didn’t tell Sioban, but she wasn’t the only one.
I paid her cover charge and we entered the smoke-filled front door. It was midafternoon and the place was far from packed. Only one of the three stages was being used, so I guided Sioban towards an empty table about ten yards away from it.
The dancer teased for a while before finally removing her g-string. She teased and rubbed her twat in several guys’ faces and collected as many tips as she could before the song was over. I had to explain to Sioban how the whole thing worked. It was arousing just telling her about the process.
After a couple of different dancers had performed, Sioban asked if I was going to sit up near the stage. I didn’t want to act like a chicken, so I assured her that I would and asked if she would join me. She declined and said that she would keep an eye on me from the table.
I got to the stage just as a very well-endowed, dark-haired dancer stepped into the spotlight. At this point, there were only two of us up near the stage: myself and an older man who must have weighed a good three hundred pounds. The dancer (her stage name was “Ginger”) gave me more than my share of attention. Toward the end of her third song, she reached down my pants, gave me a quick squeeze and nodded at the audience as a sign of approval. After getting an appreciative chuckle from the crowd, she asked if I would like a private dance later. I tucked a buck into her garter and said, “You betcha!”
When I sat back down at our table, I noticed a big smile on Sioban’s face. I smiled back and asked her what was so funny? She said she thought that the way I tucked the dollars into the dancer’s garter was really cute. I asked again if she wanted to move closer to the stage but once more she declined.
A few minutes later, Ginger came to our table, grabbed my hand and said, “It’s your turn, honey!” She pulled me out of my seat and led me to the back corner of the club. This part of the club was designed for only one thing: private dances.
Ginger was good and she knew it! She worked me over in every possible way short of giving me a blowjob. About halfway through the song, I noticed that Sioban had moved to a different table, one which allowed her to keep a closer eye on my activities.
When the dance was over and I had caught my breath, I asked Ginger if she could arrange to have one of the dancers put on a special show for Sioban. She agreed that this could be arranged and took my money.
I returned to my seat. Sioban and I talked and watched a few more dancers until a dancer named Tammy showed up to show us her stuff. She began to strip in front of us, shaking her tits in both of our faces. Then, gradually, she began to pay more attention to Sioban. I could tell Sioban was excited and so could Tammy. Soon, Tammy was dancing solely for Sioban’s benefit. Her bra came off and her large firm breasts bounced free. Then she leaned over and swayed her breasts just inches from Sioban’s upturned face.
As Tammy worked on Sioban, she occasionally paused to give my swollen cock a rub and me a big wink. When the show was over, Sioban smiled but didn’t say much. After watching a few more dancers perform we decided it was time to head home.
As we headed for the car, neither one of us said anything. Once in the car we didn’t say much either. Instead, Sioban turned to me without a word, put her arms around me and began to kiss me—a French kiss at that!
The only sounds in the car were moans of passion. Sioban rolled toward me so that her chest was rubbing against my arm. I slowly put my right arm around her and began to rub her back. She responded by going straight to my swollen groin. The heavy kissing went on for a few more minutes before I pulled away from her to gaze into her eyes for a moment. Then I told her how beautiful I thought she was and softly kissed her.
Without speaking, she grabbed my hard cock and began her intense kissing again. I slowly moved my hand to her tits. I massaged her breasts through her dress. Her nipples were erect and her breasts were very firm. In fact, the only thing in the car firmer than Sioban’s chest was my aching cock wrapped in her right hand.
Next, I popped the top two buttons on her dress open, revealing a br
ight red lacy bra. After enjoying the feel of her breasts through the silky material of her bra for a while, I found the front release clasp on her sexy bra and used it. Since her large globes were now exposed for all to see, I suggested we move the car to a more secluded spot. She agreed and temporarily released her stranglehold on my swollen member.
As we drove to the rear of the parking lot (neither of us wanted to take the time to drive any further), she told me how she had long admired me and how watching the dancers grabbing my crotch had looked like so much fun that she just couldn’t keep her hands off of me when we got in the car. I didn’t argue. I just parked the car and grabbed her again, picking up where we’d left off.
Sioban picked up where she’d left off too—at my belt buckle. It didn’t take long for her to release my manhood and suck it deep into her mouth. Back at the strip club, I had pictured Ginger doing this to me, but I had never dared hope that Sioban’s lips would be wrapped around my penis that very evening!
While Sioban was working away, my hands roamed over as much of her body as I could reach. It didn’t take long for me to unload in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as I filled her up. She kissed her way up to my mouth and I could taste my own juices as I probed her mouth with my passionate tongue.
Our kissing continued as I resumed massaging her tits. Finally, she undid the last few buttons of her dress. The final button revealed red panties matching her red bra. (I almost came a second time just at the sight of them.) Traces of her bush were poking through the lace on either side of her tiny panties. I worked my mouth and tongue down from her face, stopping briefly when I reached her tits and belly button. When I reached her aromatic crotch, I paused and kissed her mound. Then I worked at her inner thigh with my tongue, kissing and licking along the edge of her panties. The aroma of her wet twat was driving me wild.
My first foray beneath her silky panties was limited to just one finger. The warm slickness of her pussy lips tempted me to slip my finger inside her, but I waited. Her panties were now stained by the abundant moisture running from her slit. I continued to kiss my way around her groin before finally pulling her panties to one side and revealing an absolutely beautiful pussy. Her curly black hair was neatly trimmed, leaving just a narrow swath of carpet at the top. The sides of her dripping slit were perfectly clean-shaven.
I dove in head first, working her clit over and occasionally letting my tongue stray to her opening. As I happily tongued away at her, she moaned as if she hadn’t received this kind of service in years. Before long she was trembling with pleasure as a powerful climax overcame her. Her screams of pleasure quickly quieted to heavy breathing as she returned to reality.
I kissed my way back up her body to her mouth. I kissed her, letting her taste her own juices. This was wonderful, but the job wasn’t done yet—my rigidity had returned. I slowly slid my prick up and down the length of her slit, stopping briefly when Sioban moaned, letting me know I had made contact with her clit. After a few moments of this, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in as deep as I could go. We both started going as if there was no tomorrow. I looked and watched my dick pumping in and out of her beautiful, black-haired pussy and glistening with its shiny coat of vagina saliva. The sight of this brought me to the brink once again. I got kind of worried about coming inside her, so I asked her permission.
“Please do,” she answered. Her words released the floodgates. With a loud cry I exploded within her. With my cock still erect and inside of her, we kissed and caressed for a few minutes before getting dressed. As I looked out of the car, I noticed that the parking lot was much more crowded than when we’d first entered the car. Some cars were only ten or twelve yards away. How could they have not noticed us?
Anyway, we both got dressed and commented about how much fun it had been, and how we had never expected something like this to happen, even though we had both wanted it to happen for years.
We had an enjoyable conversation on the way home. Sioban had to use a Kleenex to mop up her panties because my semen was running out of her. After the sun had gone down and we were nearly home, Sioban leaned over, gave me a big smooch and said that she had really enjoyed our trip and that she couldn’t wait to go again. She also wanted to make sure that I kept our little secret.
With a big smile on my face, I assured her that I would. I drove the rest of the way home with the windows down, hoping to air out the car. It had the unmistakable odor of passion, and my wife would no doubt recognize it.
The next day at the office, it was business as usual. We both acted as if nothing had happened. Now every time that I see her walk down the hall my mind wanders back to that special day in September. I just hope that I don’t have to wait till next September to go again.—F.G., Boston, Massachusetts
SHRINKING VIOLET BLOSSOMS BENEATH THE STROBE LIGHTS
My wife Nancy had a part in a play that ended in two weeks. To celebrate, I took her out for an expensive dinner, and then dancing at a new club. My plan was to see how she would behave in a club if I wasn’t around. While we were dancing at the nightclub, I got a prearranged message on my pager. I pretended to use the phone and then went back to Nancy to tell her I’d have to be gone for at least an hour. If I had to be gone longer, I added, I would leave a message on our home answering machine. Nancy offered to leave with me, but I told her to stay and have a couple of drinks because I would probably be back. I then pretended to leave the club. My friend Steve, who works at the club, led me to a small room where I could watch Nancy through a two-way mirror. She was sitting at a table near the main dance floor. It took less than a minute for a guy to sit across from her and buy her a drink.
At that point, I noticed a group of three well-dressed black men in their mid-thirties checking her out. They were seated in a semi-circular booth—one of those old-style ones with a curtain that could be drawn for privacy. By their table, a magnum of champagne was being chilled. The nicest looking of the three men got up and approached Nancy. He was probably six-five, and he was wearing an expensive Italian suit. Steve had rejoined me earlier, and he now informed me that the black guy’s name was Jim, and that his two friends were Tim and Doug. “Jim’s a real operator,” he added as he left the room.
After a while Jim asked Nancy to dance. She seemed a little tipsy walking toward the dance floor. Jim folded Nancy in his big arms. Soon he started rubbing her back. Eventually his hand was squeezing her ass. Nancy reached around and pushed his hand away, but it soon drifted down there again. After pushing him away a couple of more times, she gave up and nestled closer to him.
I guess this was the encouragement Jim needed. With his hand between her legs, Jim said something to her and she nodded. The guys pushed the table out a little bit and drew the curtain. From my vantage I could see everything, while from down in the club, you’d have to go out of your way to get a peek.
Nancy climbed onto the table and turned to face Jim. She reclined on her back, resting on her elbows, her pussy right in Jim’s face. She lifted her ass up off the table and he removed her thong, balling it up and putting it into his coat pocket. He then pushed her dress up and spread her legs. Slowly he ran his tongue up and down the seam of her little red bush. Tim and Doug just smiled and sipped their champagne, watching the proceedings with relish. It wasn’t long before Nancy was moaning and pulling Jim’s head into her crotch. Finally, she began trembling as a huge orgasm coursed through her.
When she had caught her breath, Nancy sat up on the table and pulled the dress over her head. The guys’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw how big and firm her tits were. All Nancy had on now was a pair of black stockings and high heels. She reached over, undid Jim’s buckle, unzipped his pants and pulled down his slacks and underwear. Out sprang a huge black cock nearly twice as big as mine. Nancy grinned devilishly, wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few pumps. Then she leaned back on the table and let her legs dangle over the edge.
Jim stood before her, and with his hand he guided h
is cock up and down along her wet slit, coating it with her copious juices. Then he slowly started to penetrate her, inching his way deeper with each stroke.
Nancy’s box is really tight, so I wasn’t sure he’d be able to fit it all in; but after about twenty strokes he was buried to the hilt and his big balls were draped over her asshole. There was a look of sublime satisfaction on Nancy’s face when she realized she’d taken his whole cock inside her.
Jim proceeded to give her a nice slow fuck. With each stroke, he pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then slowly slid it back in till it disappeared inside her. Doug and Tim, not wanting to be left out, leaned in from either side to suck on a tit. Nancy’s nipples are really sensitive, so I knew this would get her super hot. Jim then started fucking her harder. Nancy met his every thrust, trying to get every inch of his dick inside her. Soon she was squirming about so much, Doug and Tim had a hard time keeping their mouths on her nipples.
This scene was better than I’d even imagined. Nancy’s milky white skin contrasted amazingly with Jim’s deep umber. The sight of that huge, black, glistening hose stretching out her little pink slit was making my heart pound and my dick ache. I knew he was reaching places inside of her I’d never been.
Nancy was so transported by the fucking Jim was giving her she didn’t even notice when Doug took his mouth off her tit and opened up the booth’s curtain. The dance floor was treated to the sight of a lovely young redhead, totally naked, her legs spread wide to accommodate the immense black cock ramming into her. Jim lifted her legs onto his powerful shoulders and really started giving it to her. Nancy panted and writhed, yelling at him to fuck her even harder. Finally she began convulsing and tossing her head from side to side as a massive orgasm swept through her.
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