Naughty Secrets

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  When we got home later that night my wife refused to relate the details, as we had agreed. When I asked her how it had been she simply said, “It was too rushed. He came too quickly.”

  We went to bed and hell, did we ever have good sex. We did it five or six times in the ensuing twenty-four hours. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing what she had done, but considering that we had been married over twenty years at that time five times in a day is quite something.

  A thirty-five-year-old bisexual woman wrote:

  One evening not too long ago my husband and I were visiting another couple, longtime friends of ours. We started playing around and one thing led to another. Soon we were all having oral with our spouses. Then the two ladies started playing around a little while the hubbies watched. After the ladies were too hot to handle any more waiting the other lady grabbed my husband and I grabbed hers and we all had sex in the same room and same bed. We liked the experience so well that now we do it at least once a month. The last time we had three couples instead of just two.

  HAVE YOU EVER DREAMED ABOUT WATCHING OR BEING WATCHED?

  Making love in public is a common fantasy that some people have actually acted out. Ed and I made love several times on a balcony outside the bedroom of a large house we stayed in. The porch faced the side of the house, but anyone looking up the driveway could have seen us. Although no one ever did, the thought that someone might added spice to the lovemaking. Of the respondents to my survey, 85% of the men and 61% of the women fantasized about watching or being watched; 65% of the men and 67% of the women dreamed about making love in public.

  Let’s see what your neighbors are dreaming about.

  A twenty-one-year-old woman wrote:

  I do think about it, but I’ve never done it. The thought of knowing someone could be watching is a turn-on but I would not want someone sitting right there in front of me. Maybe peeping would be a better word for it. And of course, they would see what a great lover I am.

  Watching another couple would definitely be a turn-on, too, but I think I would get so hot that I would have to join in.

  A twenty-six-year-old woman wrote:

  Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to have someone watch us making love, and the idea excites me tremendously. I would never try to act it out, though.

  A thirty-eight-year-old woman wrote:

  I love to fantasize about being in a hotel much like one I visited in Las Vegas. It’s a square, built around a central courtyard. All the inner walls are glass, and there are no curtains.

  Everyone gets to watch everyone else have sex like watching live porno. My boyfriend and I have sex, too, and everyone stops to watch us. And being a fantasy, I have a fantastic body.

  A thirty-nine-year-old bisexual woman wrote:

  Sometimes I dream that I’m the center of attention at a party, the only one not wearing clothes. My mistress is a tall, statuesque, beautiful blonde. She has me blindfolded, my hands are tied above my head, my feet spread and chained to eye hooks on the floor. Everyone at the party wants to see my pussy shaved so she orders another woman there to do it. In doing so, the woman caresses my pussy lips and clit, sticking her fingers into my vagina, making me moan. Throughout the evening, everyone has a chance to delight themselves and me on orders of my mistress, culminating in many orgasms.

  A thirty-year-old man wrote:

  A sexy, faceless woman and I are somewhat drunk while getting ready to leave a party. We decide to fuck in the limo on the long drive back to the hotel so to prepare, she goes into the ladies’ room and removes her bra and thong panties. I go into the washroom and take off my underwear.

  When we get in the limo there is already another couple in it, an attractive pair in their early fifties. After some small talk the other couple say they don’t mind so we decide to do it anyway. I kiss her for a bit, then remove her top and suck her nipples while the couple watch. She straddles me as I lift her skirt and show our guests her moist cunt and asshole. The watchers sit silent, with seemingly only mild interest.

  I push my partner back into her seat and pull off her dress, displaying her to the other couple. I begin to lick her clit and finger her cunt while the other two slowly become visibly hot and aroused. I reach for a champagne bottle and begin to fuck her with it, then I drink from it. I pour some on her asshole and lick and finger her there as she fucks her pussy with her finger.

  She sucks my cock for a bit and then she straddles me again, facing the others, showing them her cunt as she spreads her lips to take my cock. By this time they are touching themselves and each other, but as aroused as they become, they are unable to keep from watching us. My partner becomes quite verbal at this point, talking about how great it is to have a cock inside her. I may fuck her ass also, but in any case I pull my cock out and spray the cum all over her cunt lips and pubic hair so our ride mates can see.

  When we are exhausted, we watch them as they do it. They are really shy about it, having never performed in public before, but we have made them so hot that they can’t help themselves.

  A fifty-nine-year-old man wrote:

  Although I’ve never actually done it, I think I would enjoy watching and being watched. I have mentioned it to my wife and she seems to think that, if we were out walking and came upon another couple making love in a clearing, watching silently from a discreet distance would be okay. I would prefer to meet another couple (no one I know, because no one I know would do this) for the theater, then we could come back to our house or go to theirs to have drinks and fun conversation. Soon, after some erotic talk, each couple would start making love.

  As we all lie in front of the fireplace (I like a fireplace), we would stop and watch the other couple. He would slowly remove her blouse and bra and once she was topless, he would pay lots of attention to her nipples and neck. He would move down to remove her panties and spend lots of time eating her. She would remove his clothes and suck him and then they would sixty-nine for a while. Occasionally one or the other of them would look over at my wife and me and smile.

  While we watch, she would put a condom on him with lots of lubricant, then instruct him to enter her ass. After a while he would remove the condom and she would suck him off. She would only swallow part of his load and allow part of it to run down her chin. He would lick off the remains and then it would be our turn. My wife and I would put on quite a show.

  A fifty-eight-year-old woman wrote:

  Since we enjoy making love outdoors, and in some pretty public places, it’s not inconceivable that my husband and I have had an audience at one time. I’d prefer it were accidental so I wouldn’t know that we were being observed until the passion had reached the point of no return. Then I wouldn’t be self-conscious.

  A twenty-seven-year-old man wrote:

  I would love to be watched by other couples. My scenario is that perhaps we are on a stage, making love, kissing, hugging, sliding in and out, giving a tutorial to several nude couples who were near enough to touch.

  A thirty-year-old man wrote:

  I would love a large group to watch me spray my come into a woman’s mouth or lick her cunt. I would want them to pleasure themselves during the act, and I would love to watch other couples fuck.

  Preferably I would get to jerk off onto a woman’s face or breasts while she is being fucked. It would also be nice to go for double penetration.

  A forty-year-old man wrote:

  In my fantasies I would either have an audience in the room or have someone watching a tape of my wife and me.

  In real life, however, I’m sure as hell not going to have a tape made of us and I would never risk alienating anyone I know over a sexual fantasy. I wouldn’t risk the possible complications of involving a stranger in our sex life, either.

  A forty-five-year-old man wrote:

  I have thought about videotaping my girlfriend and me but that can be somewhat risky. I think I mentioned the possibility at one time but it didn’t get an enthusiastic response. />
  I would like to watch another couple, who didn’t know my lady and I were watching, go at it. Well, not exactly watching in the “live” sense, I guess. I would love to hear a couple making love in the hotel room next door while we did likewise.

  A forty-eight-year-old man wrote:

  I used to work in a supermarket bagging groceries, and there were two good-looking lesbians who shopped there. I didn’t think about sex with them, but I did fantasize about watching them make love with each other. I could get an erection just fantasizing about that.

  A fifty-year-old man wrote:

  I am definitely a very voyeuristic person but have never watched or been watched.

  The closest we’ve come to doing it in public was last spring on a long weekend getaway to the Dominican Republic. After a night out clubbing and partying we were out on the balcony of our room and proceeded to get it on. Both of us stripped down and my wife began to suck my cock. It was quite late at night and nobody whom we knew of was watching us, but it was pretty risqué by our standards.

  As far as my watching, I think the scene from Blue Velvet where the character hides in the closet while Dennis Hopper’s weird character does his thing with Isabella Rossellini is the best. The thought of watching something unfold while I’m hidden away is very titillating.

  A fifty-five-year-old man wrote:

  Long ago we had neighbors who were none too careful about closing their drapes. One night my wife and I watched them, then had one of the most passionate nights of lovemaking in our entire marriage.

  A sixty-two-year-old man wrote:

  The first time I ever watched a couple actually making love was in a sex club in Sweden back in the 1960s. Good fun. Several times since, I’ve watched a couple privately. The husband would eat her out while I looked on, then she would give me a blow job while he watched. It turned all of us on but they did not want to “three” it. Each act was individual. She and I screwed several times alone when he was away on business trips.

  A forty-year-old man wrote:

  I’ve fantasized about my wife wearing a short skirt with no panties underneath and “unwittingly” exposing herself to men of various ages. I’m not sure how to do this without her being arrested.

  A twenty-one-year-old woman wrote:

  I think about making love in public all the time. I love the thought of being caught or knowing that someone could be watching me, but I don’t want to know that they are there. It is a pure adrenaline rush when I’m having sex knowing there is a possibility of getting caught.

  A fifty-one-year-old man wrote:

  I’ve fantasized about masturbating in front of a group of people, in a contest perhaps, about who could squirt the farthest.

  Others have made love where someone else might see, or have actually watched others.

  A forty-five-year-old woman wrote:

  I think the very best sex my husband and I ever had was on a beach in the early 1980s. We had been sunning ourselves on a public beach on the Gulf side of Florida. I was lying faceup, and he was lying facedown to hide his erection. We had been kissing for what must have been hours and he was up on his elbows and his mouth was over mine. Those kisses were incredible. He used his tongue to sketch the outlines of my lips and I did the same to him. He stuck out his tongue and as though it was his penis, I “fellated” it. We sucked each other’s tongues, and rubbed our swollen lips against each other.

  We talked dirty to each other, too, whispering wonderful things like, “I wish your cock was in me right now, pushing me down into the sand.” I remember that he tortured me with his words, telling me how he wanted to bury his face in my wet pussy, how he wanted to lick my juices until my thighs were raw from his closely shaved face, how much he wanted to spread my ass cheeks and pound into me, right there on the beach. We didn’t, of course, as it was daylight and there were families and people all around us.

  Finally, when our passion was provoked almost to the maximum, I said, “Let’s find a quiet place.” Since our car was parked in a public parking lot, that wasn’t an option, so we picked up our blanket and started looking in the Florida scrub for a little open space among the palms and pines.

  We came upon a sandy spot about ten feet square back in the scrub, just on the edge of the Intracoastal Waterway. As Dan spread our blanket, we looked all around, even glancing across the waterway. No people, nothing except a boat ramp that looked unused.

  Dan sat down, and I lay against him between his legs. I could feel his delicious erection between my shoulder blades. He cupped my breasts and began to kiss my neck, then pulled the straps of my swimsuit down. For the first time in my life my breasts were exposed to the sunshine. It felt wonderful when I clasped his hands as they squeezed my breasts.

  Soon his hands began to move south toward my very soggy pussy. As his fingers slipped under my one-piece suit to probe beneath, I got impatient and pushed the suit down and kicked it off. There I was naked, still lying against him, his cock hard, held tightly by his tiny Speedo. I knew his cock’s tip was bulging out over the waistband since I had been watching it wink at me all afternoon.

  His fingers slipped into my wet crotch and found my erect clitoris. I moaned and felt as though my cunt and clit had been wanting his touch all afternoon. He continued to rub me with one hand while the other was on my breast. I was touching the hand in my cunt with my own fingers, urging him to go deeper.

  When I came, it was an incredible wave of delight, freedom, sensuality, and desire. My body went rigid and convulsed, and he was whispering, “Oh, God, you are so beautiful. You look so hot. C’mon, baby, let it go.” His fingers continued to dip into me then touch my ultrasensitive clit. I seemed to come for minutes.

  He moved from behind me and pressed his face into my pussy. He licked for a while, then stood up and took off his swimsuit. His erection was enormous. Dan is extraordinarily endowed and his wonderfully curved cock, when erect, extends to just slightly above his navel.

  He stood over me, touching his cock, and I remember him saying something like, “Okay, it’s my turn. What should I do with this?” I could have opted to eat him until he came in my mouth or spread my legs there and invited him in, missionary-style, but I wanted it the way we enjoyed it the most: doggy-style.

  I moved onto all fours, turning my ass to the waterway and letting my head fall onto my arms. He knew that this position meant one thing: hard fucking. That’s the way we like it, especially after he has fingered me to orgasm.

  He knelt behind me, held his cock against my wet labia, and I felt him lubricating it by moving it through my juices. Within seconds he was saying, “All right now, take it, sweetheart. Let me fuck you.” I could feel his rod slide in, quickly and fully until it was as deep as it could go. Then he stopped and held completely still. We both love it when he makes us both wait. I remember hearing the water lapping, his breath in my ear, my own heart beating.

  I felt his hands beneath me, cupping my breasts lightly. He tweaked my nipples, kissed my back, and listened to me saying, “Oh, Dan, give it to me. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me!” He remained still, circling my nipples with his fingers, pinching them as they sent erotic messages to my clit.

  God, I wanted to feel him slamming into my ass, so that my tits would swing, and I could feel his balls slapping against my skin. I didn’t want to kneel there on the sand with my butt in the air. I wanted to be fucked! “Fuck me, baby. Come on, Dan, fuck me, please. Please.”

  Then he started. He pulled his dick out of me slowly, verrrry slowly. When I felt the head pop out I was so let down because I thought that he had seen someone and our cover had been blown. “Dan!” I said.

  Wham! His cock rammed into me. His fingers were on my clitoris, and I was facedown in the sand, nearly eating the grains. I had my mouth open, encouraging him by moaning and saying, “Fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. My breasts were swinging and bumping with each thrust, which really turned me on. He was saying to me, “You want it! You want it! You want
my cock in you hard and fast!” I could answer only with grunts.

  We pumped for a long while until we were both breathless and soon I felt that familiar stiffening against my ass; his pumping and thrusting was giving way to the preorgasmic rigidity of his hips. Soon I heard him grunt in the way he always did, crying out, “Oh God, oh God!” I felt the spurts of semen as his hips thrust and drove his cock into me over and over. Soon there was semen flowing from my cunt, mixing with my juices, covering my greedy fingertips.

  He collapsed on top of me, grinding me into the sand. What a wonderful feeling it was, hearing his labored breathing and feeling his cock soften inside me. He kissed my back, pulled his cock out, and fell over next to me on the sand. I rolled down and sucked the last of the juices off him, then licked my lips.

  Then we heard applause. Applause??? We couldn’t imagine where it was coming from. We looked around and there, across the waterway, were three men at the water’s edge, leaning against an SUV with a boat attached. They had been watching us for who knows how long, and they were applauding the show they had watched. I felt like standing up and bowing. Instead, I just kissed Dan one more time to thank him for making love to me.