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As we pulled up to my house, I saw a light go off in the bedroom. Amber did not notice—so I thought. As soon as we entered, we wasted no time pulling each other’s clothes off. Quickly, we moved toward the bed-room. I knew if I got her in there, the control would be back. Playfully, I pushed her on the bed. I felt like a pirate who had just found his sunken treasure. I had to taste her. Eagerly, I started licking her pussy while I pinched her nipples. The farther my tongue went in her pussy, the harder I pinched. By the sounds of her moans, it wouldn’t be long before her first orgasm filled my mouth with the taste I’ve been craving. “I’m coming!” she cried. With that, I began sucking up her sweet juices, almost coming myself. She pulled me to her lips. I knew what she wanted, so I let her taste her own juices. Amber softly whispered, “Like surprises? I’ll be right back.”

As she left the room, I heard a moan from the closet. Quickly, I opened the door to see my husband with his hard cock in his hand.

“You like surprises?” I asked.

With a big smile on his face, he replied, “Oh, yeah.”

Quietly, I closed the door and jumped back into bed. When Amber stepped through the doorway, my eyes widened, for she had strapped on a dildo.
This is what was missing,
I thought to myself. I’ve been with women that almost put me over the edge—that’s nothing new—but for a woman to strap on a cock and fuck me like a man,
that
was different.

My pussy was aching with anticipation. Quickly, she grabbed me by my ankles and turned me on my belly. Automatically, my ass rose into the air. I could feel her hot breath as she spread my ass cheeks to expose my pussy. Then she lapped up my pussy like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water. I knew she wanted to please me, which made me even hotter. “Oh God, I’m coming,” I moaned. She stopped right in the middle of my orgasm. I felt disappointment only for a split second, until she slipped her latex cock deep into my pussy and started fucking me hard and fast. I spread my cheeks to offer my hot asshole. Reading my thoughts, she wet her finger and began poking my hole. In seconds she had me coming in waves. I love it in my ass!

At the risk of blowing everything, I was going to take it one step further. I turned back to look at her and returned the question she had asked earlier, “Do you like surprises?”

“What do you mean?” she asked. I called out for my husband. Everything rode on her next reaction. After my husband stepped out of his hiding place, she turned to him, looked him up and down, then turned back to me, and asked, “What took you so long?” As she pulled her cock out of my pussy, I instructed my husband to get between us. I offered his cock to her by placing it in her mouth. While she was sucking on his cock, I was licking his balls. After bringing my husband to the edge several times, but not letting him come, we repositioned.

Amber, lying on her back, guided her shaft into my pussy. I started riding like I’ve never rode before, and at the same time sucking her wonderful breasts. The look I saw from her drove me wild. I pleaded to my husband, “Fuck me in my ass!” He jumped at the invitation—who wouldn’t? As soon as I felt his cock in my hot ass. I slid a finger in Amber’s beautiful rear with one hand, and a finger in her luscious pussy with the other. With every thrust given me, I gave one back to her. I felt my husband’s cock swell, and I knew he was about to fill my ass with his hot come, and by Amber’s moans I knew she, too, was very close. Feeling this and being between them started my own climax building. Moments later, all three of us came explosively.

Our three-way lust lasted for several hours but ended with my husband’s cock erupting all over her lips and mine. We savored his come as we passionately kissed. I knew my search was over, but the ecstasy had just begun!

—P. P., Arkansas

Sister, Sister

Your article on troilism prompts me to write to you about an experience that started my husband and I off on threesomes.

About a year ago my sister Karen, who is twenty-five and three years younger than my husband and I, came to spend several months with us following the finalization of her divorce. During the course of our conversations about her new life with no man in it, she commented that she was in desperate need of sexual expression, but the thought of going to bed with “just anyone” revolted her.

To keep her mind off her loneliness, my husband. Steve, took Karen everywhere with us. One night after watching a movie with several very explicit love scenes, Karen joked that I had better watch out or she would be making a play for Steve. I carried the joke along and suggested that she sit next to him on the way home.

Suddenly I was intrigued by the idea of my husband and sister making love together and I decided to see what I could do to keep things rolling. I told her that since we were sisters, it would be all in the family and that she could go ahead. As Steve was mixing cocktails in our kitchen, I whispered to him that Karen probably needed a man’s touch and suggested that he go into the living room and sit next to her on the couch while I finished making the cocktails. I gave them several minutes alone before bringing in the drinks and mixed several more rounds—each time giving them lengthy periods of privacy.

We were all getting a little high and on an impulse I suggested that we play strip poker. They quickly agreed, and soon we all were nude. As soon as Steve had removed his final item of clothing I could tell Karen was getting desperate, so I said “He’s all yours for the night, Sis, I’ll just watch.”

They didn’t have to be told twice. Within minutes, they were engaged in heated lovemaking, while I sipped a drink and watched with fascination. After their climax, I left them alone and went to bed, terribly excited by what I had watched, and eager for Steve to join me. He came in about half an hour later and we made love like we never had before, with the excitement of such an unusual experience still fresh in our minds.

The three of us repeated the scene several times, and on some occasions Karen asked to watch while Steve and I made love. In the ten months or so since Karen moved to another city, Steve and I have had similar experiences with two other girls, and our regular lovemaking alone has reached new heights of passion. Our sex life has taken on a new dimension which we both thoroughly enjoy.

—Mrs. S. J., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Swing Time

When my husband, Doug, and I finally decided on a vacation, we ended up going to the Caribbean for ten days. We rented a beautiful villa that had its own pool, and we really enjoyed it. Then Doug discovered a nude beach nearby. He wanted to go, but I was reluctant. I’m proud of my body, but parading around in front of strangers just seemed awkward. After several days of his persuasion, I finally agreed. I was both excited about going and a little nervous, but once we got there I realized my anxiety was for all for nothing. There were people of all ages, sizes, and body types.

We found a spot and set up our beach chairs. It wasn’t particularly crowded, and in no time I was totally at ease, not even aware that we were naked. There was a beachside bar and a small outdoor restaurant, where we went to have a drink. All the tables were full, so we sat at the bar and ordered drinks. Everyone in the place was naked; the atmosphere was relaxed and casual.

Soon another couple approached the bar, but since we had taken the last two seats, they stood behind us. Always the gentleman, Doug got up and offered the woman his seat. She thanked him and sat down next to me. She said her name was Sheila and her husband’s was Robert. I turned to greet him, and my mouth fell open when I saw the size of his cock. In its flaccid state it had to have been six inches long. I tried not to stare and quickly turned back around.

We chatted with them for about thirty minutes before going back to the beach. Doug said he had noticed my look of amazement when I saw Robert’s cock, and naturally I said that it had been difficult not to notice it. Then I said, “I wonder what that monster looks like when it’s fully aroused?” Doug asked me if I really wanted to find out. I know it had always been his fantasy for us to make it with another couple, but I would never do it. This time I said, “Sure.” Doug suggested we invite them to our place for drinks that night, and he went to find them. He came back smiling and said they would come by around 7 P.M.

The rest of the day I was nervous, but too excited to back out. Robert and Sheila arrived on time. We had a couple of drinks and just talked for a while. Then I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I came out, Robert was waiting. I said, “I guess you’re up next,” and started to walk past him.

Robert reached for my hand, and said, “What’s the hurry?” Before I could answer, he had wrapped his arms around me and was kissing my neck. When he kissed my lips I started to loosen up, and soon we were in a passionate embrace, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He was starting to get hard, and I pressed myself into his body and rubbed his ass. Then I pulled back to undo his pants. In a flash they were down around his ankles and his huge cock was free. I led him over to the bed and had him lie on his back. I started licking and sucking his cock and stroking his enormous balls with my hand. I played with them while I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue. I tasted precome and heard his breathing getting faster. I felt him begin to tense up, and then he erupted, shooting such huge amounts of come into my mouth that I could barely swallow it all.

When he finished he undressed me and went down on my pussy. I was so hot I came several times. We lay there, holding and stroking each other, until he began to get hard again. I wanted to fuck him in the worst way. Just thinking about it had me wide open and wetter than I had ever been with Doug. Because of Robert’s size, I mounted him and rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. Slowly the head started to go in, and gradually, inch by inch, I rocked his full length inside me. It felt so good to be completely filled that I just stayed still a moment, not moving, until I had truly savored the feeling and committed it to memory for later. I began rocking again in a circular motion, trying to take my time, but his cock felt so good that we were both fucking hard in no time. Then his hands gripped my waist, and it felt as if I were falling. I came over and over again as he pulled me even closer to him, finally exploding deep within me.

We were so involved with each other that we hadn’t given our spouses a second thought. When we went back into the living room we were just in time to see Doug fucking Sheila in the ass. Sheila was loving it. Anal sex with oversize Robert was out of the question.

After they left, Doug and I had great fun telling each other what we did. We never saw Doug and Sheila again, but we’ve since found other married couples who share our interests and enjoy the same kind of good time that we do.

—L. E., Florida

Sex Before the Wedding

My fiancé and I have always been a little crazy, but we didn’t expect to throw our own bachelor and bachelorette party, let alone wake up with someone else in bed.

Realizing that the parties our friends had planned for us were pretty lame, Darryl and I decided to take matters into our own hands. We packed up some toys, including my favorite strap-on, and drove north of the border to a Canadian strip club that caters to couples. Darryl was well aware that I’ve had flings with women, so I knew he wouldn’t mind watching me receive a lap dance or two.

We sat at a small table with a gorgeous redhead and her date. The music was pretty loud, so we couldn’t talk much, but we could see that the guy was paying a lot more attention to the dancers than his date liked. He would howl and lick between his fingers when they walked by. Okay, so it was a strip club, but you can still have manners.

Despite the guy’s obnoxious attitude, Darryl and I were having a great time watching the women gyrate around the stage. I was getting especially horny watching a tall, olive-skinned female strip. When she stepped offstage I caught her attention and asked for a lap dance. I could tell from the grin on Darryl’s face that this was just fine with him.

The dancer had jet-black hair, light brown eyes, and large, firm tits. She draped them right across my face as she straddled me, and I could taste her salt on my lips. She didn’t waste any time, but unsnapped her panties and grabbed the back of my head, sinking her fingers into my blonde hair and pushing my face into her stomach, forcing my head down until my chin almost touched her silky bush. Darryl started kissing my ear as she turned around, bent over the table, and spread her cheeks wide enough for me to see her little asshole and shaved pussy lips. She twisted and writhed, pushing her ass so close to my face I could feel her heat. I was so wet I just wanted to jam a finger in my pussy and a tongue in hers. The dancer was leaning over the table, wrapping her arms around the cute redhead, and that made my pussy so hot I wanted to tell Darryl just to fuck me right there so the redhead could watch.

When the dance ended, the redhead’s boyfriend kept hooting and slapping the table while she tried not to look like she was with him. He said something crude about the bathroom, grabbed his date’s tit, and waddled away. She watched him go, then turned to us with a half smile. Darryl and I were ready to leave, but I felt that I should do something because she was in such a bad situation. It was then that I noticed that her nipples were poking at her blouse; she was as turned on as we were. The three of us sat there, looking at one another, waiting for one of us to say what we were all thinking.

A few minutes later all three of us were running up the street to the hotel. In the elevator Darryl asked the redhead if the dancer had got her as horny as she’d got us. Still laughing, the girl said yes. Then she grabbed me and French-kissed me until the doors opened. Once we got to the room there was no talk about what we were going to do. Darryl playfully threw me onto the bed and said to our new friend, “I’m Darryl, and this is Diana.”

“I’m Helene,” she said, stepping out of her boots.

“Helene,” said Darryl, “keep kissing my bride-to-be while I get her out of these jeans.”