Forbidden Flowers (35 page)

While Beth too shares her fantasies aloud with her husband, there is a variation. The fantasy he likes to hear most is about his wife making love to another woman. “Paul likes me to talk about this during sex,” Beth writes, “but not any other time.” But since Beth writes that she is the mother of two children,

“married and very happy and contented,” isn't that their business? Fantasies work for some people in one way; they work for others in a different one. If yours works for you, isn't that all that really matters?

Helen

My husband and I have just finished reading
My Secret
Garden,
and we both enjoyed it so much that I feel it is only fair that I write to tell you about our favorite fantasy.

I say “our” because this was originally my husband's fantasy. But he has told it to me so many times, and he is so excited by the idea (and has made me so excited by it), that it has become my favorite fantasy as well.

If you are interested in background; my husband is a virile, horny fifty-six years of age. He is a college graduate with a 240

post-graduate degree in business administration. I am an eager and receptive forty-eight, and a graduate of commercial college. We have had a wonderfully happy and successful marriage for twenty-five years. We have two fine sons, one of whom is in his first year of post-graduate work, and the other in his third year of undergraduate study. My husband has said many times that I am as close as God ever came to making a perfect woman, and as gorgeous a piece of ass as he's ever seen. And I think he is the most wonderful, kind, thoughtful, considerate, and lusty man any woman could ever hope to have for her own. We both agree that our delightfully happy sex life is a grime ingredient of our wonderfully successful marriage.

My husband's (and mine) most exciting fantasy is to have another man join us in our sexual recreation. Every time we see an attractive, virile-looking man, we speculate as to whether he might be the one we are searching for.

In our fantasy, my imaginary lover lies on his back (we are all three naked, of course) while I kneel astride his head so he can eat my pussy to get it ready for his cock. Meanwhile, my husband lies between my lover's legs and sucks his cock to get it ready for my pussy.

When I am warm and wet and my lover is hot and hard, I move down and kneel astride his hips. With one hand, my husband opens my pussy lips and with the other, he guides my lover's cock into me. Then he lays between my lover's legs and watches as I slide my streaming pussy up and down the full length of that hard throbbing shaft.

Slowly and teasingly, I raise up until my husband can see my lover's strained, purplish cockhead nestled between the soft, wet lips of my pussy. Then I slowly sink down and take the full length of that hard, hot shaft into me right up to the balls.

After every ten or twelve strokes, I lift completely off my lover's prick so my husband can take it in his mouth. He says the idea of tasting my pussy juice on another man's cock just drives him wild.

We keep up this slow, teasing stroking of his straining shaft by my pussy, alternating with sucking by my husband, until my poor imaginary lover can stand it no longer. Lying between 241

his legs, my husband holds my lover's balls while he explodes and his bursting cock squirts a torrent of thick, rich, hot cream into the depths of my hungry cunt. I continue to stroke his cock with my pussy until I have sucked him dry of the last drops of his cream, and his cock shrivels and drops out of me. Immediately, I roll over on my back beside him and spread my legs wide to receive my ravenous husband. In one bound, he is between my eager thighs, and one thrust buries his lovely, hard cock in me right up to the balls.

He is excited beyond description to feel how slick and slippery I am from the tremendous load of sperm that another man's cock has just pumped into my cunt. He says nothing is as exciting as to be able to feel another man's cream in my cunt while he fucks me.

He is too excited to last very long while we act out this fantasy, and it is never more than a minute or two before I feel his beloved cock jumping and jerking in my cunt as his hot sperm gushes into my belly in a flood of molten fire. In my own fantasy, I feel my husband's sperm mixing inside me with my lover's sperm until my cunt overflows, and I feel their mingled cream running down the crack of my ass to puddle warmly and soothingly beneath me. At that point, I join my husband in a gut-twisting orgasm that leaves us both too exhausted to move.

Until ten or fifteen minutes, that is. Then we're ready for No. 2.

Someday we hope to find a real life lover who will be interested in joining us, so that we can act out in actuality our favorite fantasy of having another man put his cock in me and cream my cunt before my husband fucks me.

P.S. I knew my husband would enjoy reading this (I had told him I intended to write you), so after I had finished typing it, I went up to the bedroom, took off my bra and panties, and came down to the living room dressed in just a skirt and blouse.

As he read, I saw that delightful bulge beginning to rise in his pants. I hurried to kneel between his legs, pulled down his zipper, took out his beautiful cock, and lovingly sucked it up to its full, seven-and-one-half-inch towering height of stiff male meat. I was careful not to bring him off in my mouth, because I 242

wanted to share with him the delight of once again acting out our favorite fantasy.

When he had finished reading my letter, I looked up at him and asked in my most pleading, little-girl voice, “Can we pretend my fantasy lover has just skewered me on his prick and emptied his balls into my belly, and my cunt is dripping wet with his hot, slippery sperm? I want to get fucked.” And I did, most satisfactorily. With his hands trembling in his excitement and eagerness, my husband stripped off my blouse and skirt, laid me down on the floor, dropped his pants, and fell to his knees between my wide spread thighs. I took his magnificent stiff, throbbing cock in my hand, guided it lovingly into my ravenous cunt, and moaned in ecstasy as he buried it in me up to the balls, and frantically fucked me into a glorious orgasm. Right in the middle of the living-room floor.

If every married couple found in their sexual relations the joy and delight that my husband and I have shared for twenty-five years, divorce would be as dead as the dinosaurs. In opening the door to a frank discussion of the subject of sexual fantasies, which add so much spice to the sexual-act itself, you have contributed immeasurably toward that end, and we think you have richly earned the appreciation and congratulations of everybody who has the intelligence to read your book and the courage to act out and enjoy her own fantasies.

Riva

Just finished reading
My
Secret Garden
… fascinating! Of course, when I saw your address, I just couldn't resist writing. I am twenty-six and have been married for eight years. My husband is from India. I first started fantasizing at his request, after we were married about five years. It really livened things up. He enjoys it a great deal when I swear during the sex act –

I don't normally at other times. Using very filthy language, I describe various situations he would probably enjoy seeing me in.

One is that I am a prostitute, and I am working for him. He is able to see all my actions from behind a two-way mirror. I 243

proceed to suck a customer and kiss his balls, and it all really drives him crazy. Then he fucks me, or if I am sucking him, he squirts his semen all over my face.

Another is that I am being fucked by two guys while my husband is watching. One is shoving his cock down my throat, and the other is sucking my cunt. My breasts are also being massaged. I can't move because of the size of the cock going down my throat. The two guys agree to come at the same time, so simultaneously, one goes off in my cunt, and the other in my mouth, which I proceed to suck and swallow in great gulps.

Another fantasy is that of being gang raped by a motorcycle gang or of being
initiated
into the gang. When I am initiated, one guy must screw me, and I must go down on each one of them. Also the girls must go down on me until I come with each one. In the rape scene, I am tied down to the bed and cannot move. One guy forces his cock in my mouth, another one performs cunnilingus on me, and he sucks my tits. At the same time, another bastard sticks a dildo or vibrator up my asshole.

Again I cannot scream or fight. Gradually, I become ecstatic, and the guy doing the lick job puts his cock in me and blows off. This is repeated with members of the gang, and of course, I am so hot I am going crazy.

Another fantasy is one of fucking with a friend or a guy at work. My husband wants to hear all the details of every situation. Another is one of me and another girl pleasing my husband, and also him pleasing me. I think of him licking me out while he fucks her and vice versa.

I could go on and on, as I am always making up new and varied situations (especially after getting new ideas from your book). I have never done any of these things and have really no desire to even see them happen in real life … too scared, I guess … but they make great conversation in bed and make me wild with my husband, usually bringing him to come at the climax of the fantasy.

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Beth

I have just this minute finished reading
My
Secret Garden,
and am I glad I read it! Now I know that I'm not the only one who makes up stories. I'm writing this to tell you some of my own fantasies.

I'm nineteen, with two children, married, and very happy and contented. My husband is twenty-four, and we are middle-to upper-middle-class whites. My oldest child is a boy, the other a girl.

One fantasy I've just recently realized is about my husband's car. I knew there had to be a reason why liked to drive it so much. It's a '67 Camaro, very fast and sexy. It's a manual transmission, which is the object of my fantasy. The gearshift is between the bucket seats on the console and has a big smooth knob which I love to caress as I'm driving. The motions necessary to shift gears plus the speed is fantastic. I'm ready for sex in no time.

Another one is from an actual incident. My husband took me to a party at a friend's mobile home. This was a year before we married and a month after we met. Besides him, I only knew Dave, his best friend, and Celeste, his sister. Dave and Celeste have slept together on occasion. My husband got involved in a game of Euchre and the three of us were left to talk.

I drank quite a bit of beer, and after a while, Dave took us in the bedroom, where the coats were, to show us a chain he had made from beer pop-top rings. I noticed some paperbacks (pornography) on the dresser and opened one at random and began to read aloud. We sat on the bed, and when I came to a part that said, “and she kissed his ear following with her tongue and warm, moist breath,” I leaned over to Dave and did what I just read. So did Celeste on his other ear. He alternated kissing us both, and that is where it ended, as we were interrupted with some fat jerk yelling, “Hey, they're having an orgy in here!” I like to fantasize what might have happened if we hadn't been interrupted … Dave making slow, exciting love to both of us. Me and Celeste getting it on. We both are large 245

busted and have long dark hair and wear glasses with similar shaped frames. Practically twins …

One fantasy I have quite often is about myself, my husband, and another girl. He would bring her home one night, and I'd be there in a flowing gown. I'd kiss and embrace them both, and we'd head right for the bedroom. After much kissing, exploring, and foreplay, Paul would make love to her, after which I'd go down on her to lick up both of their juices and make her come a second time. Paul would be kissing and fondling both of our breasts. Then he would make love to me, after which she'd go down on me, and we would just make love until dawn, take a shower together and sleep all day exhausted. I usually come during the part where I go down on her.

I feel I should tell you that my only experiences have been with men. I never thought of another girl until my husband brought it up during sex one time after we were married. Now I realize that girls do turn me on, and I'd like to be able to have the last fantasy acted out. I guess I'm what they call a bisexual.

Paul likes me to talk about this during sex, but not any other time. I also love to have these fantasies during sex. However, he gives me strange looks when I comment on a girl's body and then start giving out horny signals when we're out somewhere.

Oh, well, he'll get used to it. Girl's bodies turn him on, too.

Well, thanks so much for doing this. I can't tell anyone else, not even Paul, except the last one. But only during sex.

“Shoulders”

I guess when you say “anonymity guaranteed,” you antici-pate your letters will come with names on them, but I honestly would not be able to write you if I had to sign this. I hope that doesn't make my “material” less useful.

I have had other, rather mundane fantasies, but through the years (I am twenty-three), they have fallen by the wayside because of the dominance of the one I will describe in this letter.

One of the odd things (or is it?) about my fantasy is that it is interchangeable among males, that is the identity of the particular man who plays the leading role in it at any given time is 246

not important. (I am sure you know what “important” means in a fantasy!) Of course, I vary the men to avoid monotony.

The key to the beginning of the fantasy is when the man (or boy!) put his hands on my shoulders. There is usually a build-up to this situation of varying length, but the point when the fantasy takes on seductive and exciting overtones is when I feel his hands on my shoulders. All that really happens is that he forces me to kneel by putting pressure on my shoulders, and then I kiss and suck him down there. He doesn't have to tell me what to do, or even push my head; all communication of what he wants is through that pressure on my shoulders. At the moment of climax for me, the pressure becomes very intense and objectively painful, although not discomforting. I guess since I control my fantasy, I increase the pressure, keeping it in syn-chronization with my body's excitement. In reality, I have even taken to sort of hunching my shoulders at climax. Luckily, this doesn't seem to bother my partner during intercourse.