My Rendezvous With A Married Man

It was a two hour drive up north to the cabin, It was a cold, brisk evening in January, the kind of night that when you walk on the snow it squeaks under your boots. I love those kind of nights. I knew there would be a warm fireplace for me when I got there, and a warm body to cuddle up to. He was a handsome man, in his late 50's, six foot tall, 180 pounds. He had blue eyes and the most infectious smile, that you couldn't help but feel attracted to him right away.
I met him online, in one of those adult dating web sites. We chatted for several months before I decided it was time to meet him in person. He lived downstate about three hours away from me, but he didn't mind the drive, as he had to come this way when he went up north to his cabin on the lake. It was his get-a-way place, away from his job and his wife, who worked and never had time for sex any more he said. He worked in the city as a stock broker.

It started out with us exchanging pictures and talking through our web cams. I loved looking at him. He made me laugh and I made him laugh. Our friendship grew into a very heated, lustful kind of relationship that most people wouldn't understand unless they've been in that kind of situation before. You can fall in love online, even without the physical touching. It's an emotional thing that is in your head, but isn't that what sex and love are also? You have to have some kind of emotional bond with someone to feel anything first before you want to have sex with anyone. At least for me it works that way..

Our first meeting was casual. I met him at a coffee shop, where we had a private table in the corner where no one could hear us. He was waiting in his car where we had planned. I pulled up next to him. He got out right away and opened the car door for me. As I stood up, he gave me the biggest hug and kissed me right there in the parking lot. God, it felt so good and he kissed just perfect. I love a good kisser and I knew he would be good in bed the moment I felt that kiss. I felt an instant rush of heat travel down my body and settle all around my groin area. I felt like I wanted to fuck this man right there and then....But we are adults so we went inside and sat down at that little corner table. We had a light lunch and sat there for what seemed like hours. I felt so comfortable with him.

He had to get going, as he was on his way to his cabin that day. We made plans to meet two weeks later at that cabin, since he would be all alone. I was on my way there right now.

I pulled into the drive. What a beautiful area! No one around. All woods. A beautifully built place. All log cabin with a two-car garage. The garage door opened as I drove in, which meant that I was to park inside. There he was, waiting. He had his robe on. He looked so handsome as he grabbed me and drew me close to him and kissed me, then we went inside where this huge fireplace filled one whole wall and the ceilings were high with skylights. The fireplace was glowing invitingly and he pulled me to him again and I finally let my long fur coat open and to his amazement, I had nothing on underneath but my black lace thong underwear and black lace bra to match my thigh high black boots, which I had already taken off at the door.

"Wow, baby!! You are so beautiful and hot!! What a nice surprise this is!!"! "I thought you'd like this honey," I said. We hugged and kissed. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears and whispered how much he adored me. I let the fur coat fall to the floor. Our kisses got so passionate and hot, our tongues intertwining, flicking lightly into each other's mouths. I let my tongue slowly go around his lips and then back into his waiting mouth. He slowly unhooked my bra and it fell to the floor as he bent over to suck on my ample tits, one at a time, while the other hand was reaching down into my panties, feeling my hot wet pussy. He let one finger slide inside. God, that felt so good! He slid my panties down my legs, bending over and lingering to give me a kiss and a flick of his tongue before standing back up, sending a shudder all through my body. His robe fell to the floor. And his beautiful cock was standing at attention with a glistening drop of cum on the tip. I bent down to lick it off and gently give him a kiss there. He let out a soft moan. He smelled and tasted so good. He picked me up and laid me gently down onto this huge white bear rug in front of the fireplace.. This was always my fantasy, to be with a man on a bear rug in front of a fireplace. I knew he had gone out and purchased this rug just for me. He wanted this to be perfect. (He knew all about all my secret fantasies from our months of conversations)

The kisses were long, soft, deep and sensual, that made me warm all over, our tongues feeling each other. I kissed his whole face. Running my tongue around his ear and into it, tickling him, then down his neck, kissing and taking in the smell of this man. I worked my way down his chest to one nipple, nipping on it lightly, then to the other, teasing them. I slid down his belly, tasting every inch of him with my tongue along the way. Down, down I went, teasing him. He wants me to get there faster but I won't. I like to tease my men . I love to hear them moan, knowing I'm making them feel so good. My tongue finally reaches the tip of his hard, throbbing cock. I flick my tongue around the head then down the front till I reach his balls and lick one of them at a time while rolling the other one gently in my hand. I lick my way back to the head that is dripping now with pre cum and I lick and suck it off, running my tongue all around that beautiful head again before my lips wrap around it and I suck it into my hot, wet mouth, taking it deep into my throat as far as I can while my tongue wraps around it and I suck at the same time, always moving my tongue while sucking.He groans and writhes and lifts his hips wanting me to take it all. I love sucking on a man's cock. It makes me real hot and horny. I suck and lick him and tease him for what seems like an hour, while my hands are playing with his balls and one finger is playing around the entrance to his ass. I can tell it's driving him crazy. He's got a hold of my hair, pulling it gently and gliding his fingers through it.. We've been waiting so long for this moment. I feel as if I belong here with him. I feel so comfortable.

"Turn around baby, I want to suck on your pussy while you are sucking on me." I slowly turn my body around, never letting go of his cock..till my ass is facing him and my pussy is within his reach. He flicks his tongue all around my outer lips to tease me .My pussy is dripping with anticipation now, wanting that tongue inside me and him sucking on it... I almost forget to keep sucking on him, it feels so good....Then he has his tongue on my clit just for a second. The big tease. He's as bad as I am. He continues to roam around the outer area, and then all of a sudden he has it all into his mouth, kissing it and sucking me gently, with his tongue moving in and out. God!! I knew he would be good at this, just by the way he kissed me.....I can hardly hold back my first orgasm. I can tell he's ready to explode also, but we keep sucking and kissing each other till we can't hold it any longer, so I slowly let loose of that hard, throbbing cock before it explodes into my mouth, although I love that too. But I wanted it all. I wanted to feel all of him and have that cock deep inside of me. I've been waiting too long for this moment.

I move away from his face and turn myself around and slowly kiss his cock and lick it some more before I crawl up his belly, leaving a wet trail behind from my oh so wet pussy .I knew he wanted to put his cock into me right away but I continued kissing up his belly till I reach his nipples again and give them each a little bite. He groans even louder. I reach his lips and we kiss so passionately, so hot, our tongues going in and out, tasting our own bodily fluids on each others lips.We are breathing into each other's mouths. We can't get enough.I reach down between my legs where his throbbing cock is and guide it into my hot, wet, waiting pussy. Oh God!!! I'm in heaven. It felt sooo good. I slowly sit up right onto it, letting it go as deep as I could. I twist slowly and move up and down on it. I lean over and let my huge tits fall on his chest while I kiss him and fuck him, grinding and moving my hips up and down in rhythm with his. Oh ! Why did I let myself go so long without sex?? I am never going to do that again. I want as much as I can get.We are breathing into each other's mouths as we kiss and tongue each other. I have to stop moving for a few seconds to let my pussy have those wonderful orgasms that I love when I fuck a man this way..... He is holding off real good and enjoying every moment. I love a man that can hold out for as long as I want him to. Oh God!! Is this love or lust?? I can't tell at this moment. It always feels like love at the time. But I can't let myself fall in love with this man. He's married.He will never be totally mine. I knew that coming into this .I just want to enjoy this moment in time.

I slowly sit back up and slide off his hard cock. I want more oral. So I slither up his chest till my real wet pussy is within his tongue's reach. He eagerly licks all around and then darts his tongue as far into it as he can.. He is real good at oral. "Sit right up here baby, " he says, as I get right up onto his face, holding onto the nearby chair that is sitting just beyond the rug. The fire feels so good coming from the fireplace, the flames dancing and making our sweaty bodies glow. I don't want this to end. He is kissing my pussy so nice and flicking my clit just the way I like it. It feels so good that I have to explode with a tremendous orgasm. He sucks in my juices, moaning and I know he's really enjoying this. I have to get off. It tickles so much now. So sensitive after I cum like that..

I slide back down till his cock is right there at the entrance to my pussy and I sit on it again and just ride him. I lie down on him, fucking him and kissing him. We are lost in ourselves, enjoying the time we have, for we know it will end all too fast. "Let me get on top now," he says, so without missing a stroke, we hang on to each other and he flips me around till I'm under him now. I love a man lying right on top of me like this. Now it's his turn to be in control. He fucks me slowly at first and it feels so good. Our pace is perfect as we get going, my hips rising up to meet his, his balls are slapping my ass now, as he's building up to his climax. He lays on me and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I am about ready to have another orgasm but I'm waiting till I know he's ready and then I feel his body tense and he's getting ready to cum.He lets out a growl as only men can do when they are cumming inside a woman. I explode with him. It's wonderful. I can't breathe and we are kissing and breathing in each other's breath and we both start laughing. God, this feels so good. I don't want it to end. 'Baby," he says, "This was the greatest sex I've ever had!" 'God, you are good!" We laid there on that bear rug, exhausted, our hearts beating together as one, till we calmed down and felt the calmness over taking us. We laid there in each other's arms, tired, happy, worn out, and loving the feeling it gave to both of us. He kisses me so gently and whispers in my ear, " I love you baby."

If only it were real. Damn, I hate waking up....

-G.Miller

Sexual Massage

Let me give you a background first of all. I've been married 32 years and for the past seven, sexual activity between me and my wife (I'll call her Eva ) has stopped completely. I love her dearly, but she has lost all interest in sex and as time went by, I got tired of being alone. When we had sex, I would make sure she would always climax, most times multiples. She admitted that she enjoyed it, but I found out, if she never had sex again it would be all right with her. Since our relationship isn't based solely on sex and all other aspects of our marriage are great, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will have to take things in my own hands (so to speak) and when things get too bottled up, that is exactly what I do.

I am not a permiscuous person and have had only one affair in my life. A lady I had known many years in my business one night took me to the airport in Atlanta for me to fly home, we hugged goodbye. Normally I would hug "open body style" so as not to give any wrong signals, but this night, it happened that we embraced in a full body hug and as things were, she noticed my growing member and took the lead. To make a long story short, I stayed the night with her and an affair blossomed. This affair lasted two years, until she met someone and moved to California.

She always knew the affair couldn't go anywhere since I was totally honest with her at the beginning. I didn't want to divorce Eva and we always left the door open for other people. (her mostly since I really didn't want to get involved with any one else).

Well the affair ended over 5 years ago and since then, I have been celibate except for masturbation occasionally to relieve "blue balls" I had to drive to Miami for business and was entering the on ramp to I-95, (about 40 minutes from where I live) where I saw this beautiful lady somewhere in her early to mid 40's hitch-hiking. Of course, I had to stop. We chit-chatted as I drove down I-95 toward Miami and I found out that her car had given out and she had to get home to Miami and decided to hitch a ride. As we talked, she realized that this was not the thing she should have been doing under any circumstances. She has a friend in Miami that she was going to get another car from and needed to get home.

Our trip was a pleasant one (about 4 hours to Ft. Lauderdale). We talked about many subjects and really got to know each other. I had told her that I was going as far as Ft. Lauderdale tonight and staying with my sister as I didn't want to spend the money on a motel for the night. As we approached Ft. Lauderdale, she asked me if I had any objections to taking her on to her home. She said I could spend the night there and not have to get a motel. Of course I jumped at the chance. ( I was really hopping there would be a reason for us to spend more time together)

I called my sister and said I was going on to Miami tonight and gave my apologies and we continued on to her house. By the way, when we first met, we exchanged names. I'll call her Vera (not her real name) We drove up to Vera's house and I took my things in with me and she showed me to my room. She said for me to come out to the living room when I had freshened up and she would have some munches and drinks.

When I came in to the living room where she was, she had the TV on watching some movie and we just sat down and watched. We had chips and dip and soft drinks. ( I don't drink alcoholic beverages ) During the commercials, we would chat a little. One commercial was a very sexy commercial and one discussion led to another and we were talking about sex and our age and the fear of AIDS. I told her that I had not been with anyone for over five years and she said that she had not been with anyone since her husband had died three years ago. Vera jokingly said that we were safe and really didn't have to worry about AIDS. I agreed!! I can't really reconstruct the conversation, but somehow it lead to the subject of massages.

I had told her sometime during the conversation while driving that I give the best full body massage. She indicated that she never had a massage and would love to get one sometime. Not wanting to be too forward, I said anytime you are ready give me a shout, then the subject was dropped. Vera brought the subject up again during one of the commercials and asked if I would give her a massage. She indicated that it would really relax her after a trying day. I said that I would. I told her that I had certain requirements as preliminaries so as to relax the subject prior to starting and she agreed that all was OK.

I told her to get undressed and meet me in the shower where I would start the procedure. She joined me there and I got the first view of this beautiful body. For a woman in her mid to late 40's she had a firm and voluptuous body and I was very much in heaven to think I would be able to give her pleasure.

I turned on the shower adjusting the water to a hot spray, then I took shampoo and washed and rinsed her hair which was fairly short. I then proceeded to lather every inch of her whole body with soap giving special attention to the breasts and the nipples, between the legs and up into the vaginal area and the buttocks giving a lot of attention to the asshole. I rinsed her as I had washed her giving the same attention as when I lathered her. She turned to me and asked me if I would let her do the same for me and I agreed. I think she has done this before because she knew just what she was doing. Of course thru all of this my penis was as hard as a rock and she took special notice when she lathered it. I thought I would climax right there, but I told her that this was her massage not mine.

I rinsed off and got a towel to pat her dry and we went into the bedroom. I had her lie on her stomach and just relax as I started the massage. To give you an idea of what a full body massage is, it is the manipulation of every inch of a person's body in a relaxing kneading motion. I started massaging her scalp and the side of her head bringing a flush to her ears. I then blew my breath on her ears and gently licked them as I moved to her neck and shoulders. I moved down her back massaging outwardly from her spine down the side and back of her arms. I then started massaging her buttocks.

When I started doing this, her legs spread apart giving me access to the inner thighs, ass and pubic area. I wanted to stop there and give in to my passion, but I did not. I moved down to her calves, ankles and feet, then had her turn over. It takes about 30 minutes to furnish the back side. I started with Vera's feet and ankles and work up her legs giving equal attention to each leg.As I reached her pubic area, she had already spread her legs wide to give me access to the vagina. The massage of this area is only with the palm of the hand, reaching down through and under and massaging the sides of the upper thighs. Then the tummy and rib cage and attention to the breasts, tweezing the nipples ever so slightly. By this time the massage of the face and forehead results in kissing and licking. I am about finished with the massage, but one final duty to make the massage complete. As I kiss and lick my way to the breasts giving each attention and massaging the pubic mound with my palm, I pause gently nipping the nipples with my teeth, then kissing and licking her tummy and finally down to her pubic area.

By this time the sexual secretion is flowing like a river and I spread the vulva lips and drink the nectar. As I continued this, giving special attention to the clitorus with my tongue, Vera exploded in an orgasm. I gently licked the whole vagina from the asshole to the clit and slowly back again and repeating over and over until I noticed that Vera was again on the verge of climax when I gave special attention to the clit again and she exploded in climax again. I repeated this again and again until Vera indicated that she was getting sensitive and for me to let her rest for a while. I have brought my wife to climax three times in succession, but this was the first time I have been able to bring a woman to five climaxes in succession.

Vera was spent and lie back and literally could not move. I put my arms around her and we both drifted off. I don't know when she awoke, but when she did, she reached for my penis and started massaging it very gently. What a way to wake up. As I lie there enjoying the feeling, and I don't know when she moved, but all of a sudden I realized she had moved into the 69 position and there before me was that luscious sexual honey pot awaiting my licking. Of course, I love the taste of sexual secretion and could drink it any time it is available. I was in heaven. As we both enjoyed each other, I noticed that I was peaking and about to climax so I asked her to stop for a second to let me come off the peak as she did. Each time she would bring me to a peak, I would ask her to stop, as she was doing this to me, I was bringing her to climax too and she had me stop.

We continued this for it seemed like a long time, when she said that she could not hold off anymore and that I should fuck her. This was the first time she had said anything even remotely risque, but she said it forcefully and wanted it now. Since I was also ready to explode, I obliged her and slowly entered that wonderful warm pussy, slowly in and out enjoying the wonderful feeling of being on the verge of climax, when I felt her muscles tense and with the next stroke I could not hold on any more. We climaxed together and as I continued to pump my penis in and out of her vagina, she literally milked me dry.

Vera and I fell fast asleep with me still inside of her. It had been so long since I have felt this wonderful, sleep came fast. I awoke the next morning to a wonderful surprise. Vera was giving me the most wonderful blow job I had ever had. When I tried to return the favor, she told me that this was her appetizer for breakfast and for me to lie back and enjoy every minute of it. Of course I did and she did. She brought me to climax and drank every drop of cum. When she finished, she told me breakfast would be ready by the time I brushed my teeth and to come to breakfast "as is" I did and she did. We enjoyed breakfast. She had gotten up without awaking me and had a full bacon, eggs, grits, coffee and juice ready for me when I came in. After breakfast, she came over to me and spread her legs apart lifting them giving me full access to my dessert, her sexual secretion that I lapped up with vigor.
-Tonto

Hope I Make 40!

For the past few months I’ve been having a hot affair with a wealthy 44-year-old married woman. Normally I wouldn’t mess with another guy’s wife, but Carol just out and out seduced/almost attacked me. She’s not happy with her husband and only stays with him for his bucks, and she swears he doesn’t give a shit what she does as long as he doesn’t have to hear about it. We’ve fucked in her house and in mine licked whipped cream and cherries off of each other and even did a threesome with her best friend. But last weekend, on my birthday, Carol totally outdid herself.

Hubby was going out of town on a business trip so, I figured we’d shack up at her place. But Carol had other ideas—she said she wanted to give me a birthday I’d never forget. She told me to pack my bags and she’d pick me up Friday afternoon. When she arrived I hopped in the car and asked where we were headed. Carol just smiled. She was wearing one of her outrageous dresses, cut low in front with her tits spilling over the top, cut high on the bottom to show off her long fishnet-stocking legs.

As we drove Carol reached out her hand every once in awhile to stroke my thigh or rub my crotch. For the entire trip I had a hard-on. At some point I realized we were headed for Boston and when we got there Carol drove straight to an elegant hotel, left the car with the parking valet, and checked us in. A young, horny-looking bellhop took our bags and led us up the elevator into a two-room suite. As he went around the room getting us ice and opening the curtains, Carol flashed me a mischievous smile. When the bellhop turned around to politely collect his tip, Carol sat on the bed and bounced lightly up and down.

“Is this bed comfortable?” she asked him seductively.

“I hear they’re very comfortable,” he replied, his face reddening slightly.

“Well,” said Carol, “I plan to spend a lot of time in this bed so I want to be sure.”

I almost died of shock. What the hell was she up to?

She kicked off her high heels and spread herself out on the bed. “Have you ever been on one of these?” she asked the poor kid.

“N-no,” he stammered.

“Well, come on over and see what you think.”

“I really don’t..."

“Come on, honey. You’re over 21, aren’t you?”

The kid threw me a look, obviously wondering if I’d attack him if he went near my girl. I just shrugged - there’s no controlling Carol.

Carol patted the bed next to her. ”Come on, honey, see how you like it.”

The kid didn't move. Carol sat up and pulled down the front of her dress, letting all of her luscious tits spill out. The kid’s eyes popped out of his head.

“Wouldn’t you like to play with these?”

He was obviously torn. On the one hand, who could resist Carol’s big, juicy melons? On the other hand, he was terrified of losing his job. Carol persisted until she coaxed him into opening his pants and taking out a raging hard-on. Prodding him with dirty talk, holding her tits up in front of his cock, she got him to jack off all over her. When he was done, he tried to stuff his dick back into his pants, but Carol wouldn’t let him off so easy. She told him to go into the next room and wait for her.

“What the hell are you doing, you crazy broad?” I asked.

“What’s the matter, baby doll, are you jealous?”

“Well, yeah, I thought you and me were gonna have this wild weekend.”

“We are, baby doll, we are. You think I’d leave you high and dry?” With that, she picked up the phone. From the conversation I gathered that she’d already made arrangements to hire a girl from an escort service. Sure enough, in about 15 minutes a gorgeous tall redhead arrived.

“This is for you, baby doll,” Carol said, and disappeared into the other room.

For the next two hours I fucked the redhead silly, to the sounds of Carol in the next room blowing the bellhop’s mind, and dick.

The redhead was hot, with a big juicy ass she liked to have fucked while she used a dildo on her cunt. But it was mostly the sounds of Carol and the bellhop that kept me going. I heard them both cum in a noisy orgasm, and then the bellhop left. Carol came into my room wearing a flimsy pink negligee. I thought we’d do another threesome, and was disappointed when she told the redhead to split.

But Carol never disappoints me. She climbed on top of my dick and took it into her cunt like a starving maniac, bouncing up and down, ramming herself with my nine-incher. She told me the kid was interesting because of his innocence, but that he’d only warmed her up for “the real thing.” For the rest of the weekend we sucked and fucked until we nearly dropped dead of exhaustion. It was my 39th birthday. At this rate I hope I make it to 40!

The Secret

I’ve been living with a guilty secret for so many years, I finally decided I would write it down and hopefully get it out of my system.

I’m a 32 year-old man, happily married, and the father of a five year-old boy. My wife is a gorgeous, open-minded redhead, and we have a great sex life. I would never want anything to get in the way of that or of our life together. Nonetheless, all during my eight years of marriage—in fact for most of my adult life—I’ve been having strange secret meetings with my childhood sweetheart.

I say meetings because by no stretch of the imagination could you call this relationship an affair. Jan and I have known each other since we were four years old—she was literally the girl next door. We played “doctor” when we were kids—hers was the f1rst cunt I ever saw, and I watched it grow hair and saw her tits develop, just like she saw me grow hair and watched my cock grow by adolescence to a full nine inches. When we were 16 we “went all the way,” and continued going steady all through high school. Then we went off to separate colleges. Though we meant to stay together, writing and calling and seeing each other during school breaks, over the years we gradually drifted apart. I dated other girls. And so did Jan.

That’s right—Jan became a lesbian. But she and I still remained good pals, developing a special kind of relationship: we swapped tales of the women we’d each been with, tit1llating and teasing each other. Jan became my jack-off buddy.

How it goes is this: we see each other once every two or three months, usually at her place. Jan, who is, as she calls herself, a real lesbian slut, tells me all the juicy details of her latest sexual conquests. I used to tell her mine, but now I just tell her whatever the latest thing my wife and I are into, sometimes w1th a fantasy thrown in. We always start off innocently, with just the words, but eventually Jan’s hand wanders ins1de her jeans to stroke her pussy, and I take out my dick and do the same.

“Last week,” she tells me as my cock hardens and throbs, “I picked up th1s little blonde number 1n the women’s bar. She’d only been with chicks a couple of times, but she’d gotten the taste of pussy in her blood and she couldn’t control herself. I think she hangs out there every night waiting for an older broad like me to overtake her. And you know I didn’t disappoint her. I took that little babe home and spread her out on this bed and ate her pussy till she creamed all over my face. Then I strapped on my dildo and fucked the living daylights out of her. When she left she could hardly walk.”

Just when I think I’m hotter than I’ve ever been in my life, Jan switches tracks, teasing me not only with her stories but also by saying stuff like, “You’d really love to fuck me again, wouldn’t you?” or “Too bad I don’t like to suck dick any more.”

I give it right back. “Yeah, well you shouldda seen Nancy sucking my dick last night, better than you ever did. I had her down on all fours in front of the mirror panting and slurping my cock until I came all over her face. You never used to let me cum on your face. I bet you miss th1s cock, don’t you? I bet you wish I’d cum on your face now.” We laugh, we masturbate, and we always cum—in fact I have better orgasms being teased by Jan than I’ve ever had being touched by any one else.

Naturally my wife knows nothing of these activities. She and Jan are great friends and I’m sure she’d feel betrayed and would divorce me if she found out. But I know I’m not hurting her. What Jan and I do together id absolutely no threat to my marr1age. It’s just something I never want to have to give up.

I feel relieved having confessed my secret to someone. Thanks for listening.

An Open Marriage

Marriage was once sup¬posed to mean fidelity — that is, sex only with your spouse and no one else. But it no longer means that and probably never did. Even in the 1940s, the Kinsey Report found up to 40 percent of women and 90 percent of men having sex outside their marriages, and today the figures are even higher The real issue is not whether married couples have sex outside their marriages. Most do. The real issue is whether they are open with each other about it. When they are open about it, we might say they have an “open marriage.”

Several years ago open marriage burst on the scene as a revolutionary new life-style. Open marriage is different from swinging in that swingers usually go to events together as a couple. There they have sex with other swingers, after which they return to a monogamous life until the next swinging event. People in an open marriage consider themselves free to date other people independently of their spouse. Thus a man with an open marriage might have an ongoing affair with one other woman, or might sleep with various women, and a woman with an open marriage might sleep with various other men.

The first thought that comes to mind when hearing about open marriage is, What about jealousy? The original advocates of open marriage claimed that jeal¬ousy was not a natural human response, but rather was something we learn and that we can unlearn. Years of experimentation and a close look at other cultures suggest that they were wrong. Jealousy is natural and is not about to go away.

A recent survey showed that of all the people who have extramarital sex to¬day, only 15 percent tell their spouse about it. The other 85 percent have dis¬covered it’s better to keep their extramarital affairs quiet. What their spouse doesn’t know won’t hurt him or her. The first question that comes up in open marriage is jealousy. If, realistically, it is always going to be there, how do people handle it? To find out, we spoke to Mark and Edna, a couple who have had an open marriage for over five years. We asked them about jealousy.

“Ten years ago everybody was saying jealousy was something you could get over,” Mark began. “The result was that couples were often brutalizing one an¬other. The husband would have an affair. If his wife was upset about it, he told her there was something wrong with her for being jealous. She then tried to overcome her problem. The thing I have noticed about most of the people who worked on the theory that you can overcome jealousy is that they are now divorced.”

We asked what approach Mark and Edna have to jealousy. “A healthy respect for it,” replied Edna. “Right,” continued Mark. “If Edna is upset about something, that’s not the right time for me to see an¬other woman. If she is worried about her weight, it’s not a good idea for me to say: Hey, Edna, when are you going to do something about your weight? By the way, I’ll be home late on Thursday. I have a date with Judith.’ Edna might not react right away, but the long-range result can only be disaster.

“A better approach would be something like: ‘Edna, you’re really looking great these days. I’m tied up with Judith on Thursday, but how about us doing something special on Friday evening?’”

We asked Mark about his affair with Judith. “She was a friend of Edna’s before we got married. She’s really into opera and so am I. Edna hates opera. So Judith and I go to the opera about once a month, and we usually go back to her place for sex afterward. We have our little rituals. First she showers and then I shower and we get under the covers together. I’m really into her breasts. She has large breasts. Edna doesn’t particularly like me to suck on her breasts and I like to do that, so I pay a lot of attention to Judith’s breasts. Sometimes when we fuck she comes before I do, so then I withdraw from her vagina and straddle her and she squeezes her breasts together and I push my penis between them and move back and forth and I come between her breasts. If I’m hot enough I shoot all the way to her face and she catches it in her mouth.”

“Sounds pretty gross to me,’ commented Edna. “That’s why I do it with Judith and not with you,” replied Mark. Buddy and Sally are a really cute young couple. They are full of life and seem to enjoy everything they do. Their first two years of marriage were mono¬gamous, but they enjoyed sex too much to keep it that way. Sally describes a recent affair. “I teach elementary school, and since the principal lives down the street, we car pool. He’s married too, and he’s real good looking. He and his wife don’t have an open marriage, he just cheats. He can’t control himself, and I’m not about to help him.

“He was really nervous about it the first time. He slipped his hand onto my leg while he was driving and tried to make it look like an accident. I slipped my hand between his legs. I had been hot for him for a month, and I was waiting for him to make a move. I thought he was going to drive the car up onto the sidewalk, he was so surprised by my response.

“That afternoon while driving me home he asked if he could take me somewhere for a bite to eat. I suggested we go to my place, since Buddy was still at work, and I could make some sandwiches. We hardly got into the living room before we were both at each other.

“I got my panties off and he got his pants open and his dick out. I lay back on the sofa and he pulled my dress up and away we went. I was really wet and it felt good after all that time. He was so excited that he came right away. He was all apologetic about it, but I said to never mind, that I would fix it, and I got him on his back and took his limp dick in my mouth. It was all sticky from the two of us, but I sucked it clean and kept on sucking while I reached into his pants and got his balls out. I could feel him getting harder while I sucked on him. It didn’t take long. But I wasn’t going to let him come in my mouth. I wanted him inside me. “He got on top of me again, and this time he con¬trolled himself better. He was really good, with long, slow strokes, going in real deep and not bumping me hard or anything. I just lay back and let him do it to me with those long, slow strokes. Not like you, Buddy,” she said, turning to her husband. “You’re fast and nervous. You should learn to slow down. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, he was fucking me real slow, and pretty soon I could feel it build up inside me like I was going to pop soon, and I did. I had a real noisy —one. It was a good thing nobody else was around! “He didn’t come, though. He said he liked it so much when I was sucking him, and his wife won’t do that, and could I make him come with my mouth. I said I’d love to, I just wanted to be sure he made me come first. I wasn’t going to get left hanging out to dry without coming during this whole thing.

“So I went down on him again. He was really big and somewhat soft even with his erection, and I liked having him in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the head and then moved up and down on the shaft, sucking real hard and holding his baggy balls in my hand, and he came, shooting against the back of my mouth. I thought I was going to choke, there was so much of it. It just kept coming out. And it was the second time he had come in less than a half hour. He sure had a lot of stuff in him. No wonder he has five kids.

“He just couldn’t get enough of me for the first month, and I had to keep sucking him off like that. Now it’s not so bad. He comes in when he drops me off every other Thursday and we fuck and I suck him before he goes home. He tells his wife he’s on a committee that meets every other Thursday I don’t know how long he can get away with it. One of these days she’s going to spot his car.” We asked Buddy how he felt about his wife’s extra¬curricular activities every other Thursday. Did it bother him while he worked at the brewery, knowing what she was doing?

“No,” he replied, “but I don’t know if it would matter if it did. Sally is so full of sex, she’s going to do it no matter what I think. But I have no complaints. It takes a little pressure off me. On those Thursday nights she’s satisfied if I fuck her only once. The rest of the week it’s two or three times a night.” We asked if Buddy also has outside sex.

“Yes, but not as much as Sally. Her principal is just one of her boyfriends. There are a couple of women I see every month or so, which is enough for me. Actu¬ally, with all the sex I have with Sally, I don’t have much left. My favorite thing to do when Sally is out on a date at night is to go over to Becky’s house and watch TV and make out a little. We don’t even get our clothes off, just sort of fool around.” For most people today, an open marriage is not a long-term life-style, but rather part of a transition or a period of experimentation. Harold and Ginger were married at eighteen. Neither of them had slept with anyone else before their marriage. “After a few years of being married and observing all the sex going on around me, I began to wonder if we were missing something,” Ginger said. “We really didn’t know much about sex, and other than straight fucking we really didn’t try things. I had read about oral sex and stuff, but we never did it. After a while I got up the nerve to talk to Harold about it and dis¬covered he felt the same way. We discussed it for a few months to fully explore all our feelings, and then decided to open up our marriage. Harold said I should go first, since he didn’t want to be responsible if something went wrong. So I did.

“It didn’t take long. My boss had been making none-too-subtle hints for months, and I just let him know it would be OK. Except we couldn’t figure out where to go. We couldn’t use his house or mine, since we both have kids, and I felt a motel was too tacky, so we ended up on the table in the Xerox room after everyone else left. It was fun. He was real nervous someone would find us, and wanted to keep his clothes on—just open his fly—but I wouldn’t stand for it. I made him take everything off, and I did too. And there we were, as naked as could be, on the table in the Xerox room.

“I guess he wanted to be sure I came, so he went down on me with his mouth. Harold never did that, and at first I couldn’t see why he wanted to lick my pussy, but then it felt so nice and made me tingle all over. He kept doing it until I came. It was the first time I ever came that way. Then I asked him if I could make him come with my mouth, and would he show me how. He told me to be careful not to bite on it with my teeth and showed me how to get the pressure just right. I really got into it, moving my mouth up and down on it.

“Then he said we could do it to each other at the same time. I asked how, so he showed me what he called sixty-nine. I was on my back and he was on top of me. His face was between my legs licking me and his crotch was over my face, his balls hanging down and his thing in my mouth. I loved it, it was so exciting, and all in the Xerox room like that. We both came that way and he came in my mouth, which was wild. I had never tasted it before.

“I really liked that sixty-nine thing and I taught it to Harold right away that night and now we do it all the time.”

We asked how they liked their open marriage. “We did it a lot for about a year, and now we don’t do it much anymore,” Ginger said. “We did it because we felt we were missing something by getting married so early and never even having dated any¬one else. We wanted to experiment and learn new things. We sure learned a lot. It was like taking a post¬graduate course. We learned about oral sex and vibrators and all kinds of sex toys. Our sex life together is much more interesting now.”

Sex with the Proper Stranger

From my twentieth story office window, I could see a silvery strand of headlights running from the hillside of the city to the ocean. It was a winter rain. The kind that makes you shiver just to look at it. I moved away from the window to my desk loaded with papers, proof sheets, video tapes. We had three days to complete a six million dollar ad campaign for Chocolite, the thin candy bar with the gourmet taste. So, at eight p.m. there I was, beyond exhaustion, still in my glamorous office. Concepts had taken on garish proportions, tumbling and burning across my mind. Things weren’t going well. Annette sensed my anxiety and brought me my fifth cup of coffee for the evening. I hated to refer to Annette as my secretary. She was much more. A friend, a confidant, occasionally a conspirator, always a trooper. She must have been as tired as I was, but she didn’t show it.

‘You know what I do when I’m in over my head?” Annette said as she settled into a soft mauve, leather chair. ‘I get myself thoroughly fucked.” I chuckled to myself. Easy for a sexy little twenty year-old party girl to say. Turning away from the window, I paused to study the reflection of myself in a long mirror. A tall, trim woman, closer to thirty, tailored, successful, attractive but not pretty ... and pretty much burnt out by now.

“Thanks for the suggestion, Annette. But, I’m not like ... that. It wouldn’t work for me.” I’d started to say, “I’m not like you.” Which is true, but not kind. “Why not?” Her disbelief was sincere. I appreciated that. “Call up that artist guy whose been bugging you. He’s not bad looking.” She thought again. “All right, he’s not so great.” she giggled. “You really don’t have anyone special right now, do you?” Before I could object, Annette had collected the phone numbers of a dozen men that her friends swore were attractive and “great in bed.” Her plan was simple. All I had to do was call these good house¬keeping approved studs, pretend it was a wrong number, and maintain a conversation until someone asks me out.

The whole idea was delightfully sophomoric, and since it would never work, it seemed a harmless diversion. The chocolate account could wait. Anyway, I would probably do a better job with it after some diversion. I dialed the first number and was greeted by a smug, egotistical male voice on an answering ma¬chine. “Hi ... this is the one and only hot buns, Daryl. I’m not in at the moment, but honey, I know I wouldn’t want to miss your call.”

Annette listened to the rest of the message on an extension, practically rolling on the floor in laughter. Two more calls netted George, who was obviously not hurting for female company that night, and Don, who was far too anxious to take on anyone. By this time, we were having a ball.

On the fifth call, I hit pay dirt. He was an easygoing attorney. His voice was sexy, yet comforting as I apologized for dialing a wrong number and he said it was perfectly all right. He wasn’t doing anything, and if I wanted to talk, he would enjoy the conversation. He drew me out and I found myself dumping the past few weeks of frustration and anxiety on him. He bore the load effortlessly. Then the conversation took an intimate turn. As if reading my mind, he began sharing an erotic fantasy he had where he’d meet a woman’s eyes in a crowd and without so much as exchanging names, they’d join hands, walk into a nearby hotel, make love for hours and then go their separate ways.

He hesitated. I could tell he was sizing up the energy in our conversation thus far. Then he said: “I’m six foot, have blond hair, brown eyes, I’m wearing a leather jacket and I’ll be at the corner of Wilshire and Bedford in twenty minutes.” Click. The line went dead. Annette dropped the extension, “Come on boss lady, let’s fix your makeup!” I didn’t know if I could go through with it but Annette kept pushing every inch of the way, and with me wanting any excuse to get away from that chocolate account, I did it.

I felt like an utter fool standing on the busy corner in the pouring rain, waiting for a stranger to lead me off. Ten minutes passed in humiliating silence. Maybe he checked me out from across the street and changed his mind? I was ready to bolt when I felt him watching me. Turning slowly, I met a pair of sexy brown eyes. Without a word, he walked through the crowd and took my hand. I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. The chemistry between us was overpowering. I wanted this fantasy as badly as he did.

Holding hands, we walked several blocks to the Hilton Hotel, where he had booked a room before meeting me. The door closed and we dropped to the floor in each others arms. So great was our urgency that he stretched aside my panties and fucked me through the fly of his pants. I came within seconds after his hard cock slid into my cunt. He continued to thrust like a raging bull for another few moments then came deep inside me with a great gasp of satisfaction.

Completely at ease with each other, we lay side by side on the floor, waiting for the resurgence of desire we both knew would carry us away again. I closed my eyes picturing his beautiful, throbbing cock. With the picture came a wave of desire. Rolling over, I let my lips trail down the line of fine hair of his hard muscled stomach and beyond. He groaned softly as my tongue flicked the tip of his spent masculinity. Dampening my lips, I gently pulled him into my mouth letting my tongue trace the swelling folds and veins. My actions defied him to move, When at last, he could no longer stand the precious agony, he carried me to the bed. I was ready, but it was his turn to tease. Spreading my legs, he slid two fingers inside of me while his thumb massaged my clitoris in gentle, damp strokes. For what seemed like hours, I hung on the edge of an orgasm. Each time I reached the brink of ecstasy, he changed his position or pace. The effect was devastating. When I was writhing and panting in a frenzy of mindless lust, he rolled me over on my knees, grabbed my long red hair with one hand, my breast with the other and fucked me like a dog. He couldn’t have known what sex in that position does to me, but he quickly found out. My body is trim, but my butt is full. When I’m on my hands and knees and it is turned up, my pubis bulges out behind me and my cunt lips loom large and part easily. As soon as he entered me, my vagina went firm with desire and gripped his shaft like it would never let go. My clit grew to a firm erectness that might frighten an insecure man, and my breasts were covered with goose bumps. Releasing my breast, he wet his fingers and applied them to my erect clit, rubbing it back and forth. My ass went into motion as though I were a horse trying to throw a rider. Only he wasn’t going to let himself be unseated. He was going to hang on and ride me all the way. And he did. I came with a scream and felt his ejaculation explode inside me!

For thirteen hours, we did everything a man and woman could possibly do together, without ever uttering a single intelligible sound. Finally, we showered together, shared a single tender kiss and went our separate ways.

When I showed up in the office the next day wearing a smug grin and the same clothes, Annette knew my catharsis had been a rousing success. During her lunch break, she had the phone number blown up and framed as a memento. Although I’d never break the magic by calling the number again, I’d like the mystery lover to know the ad campaign was a huge success, and his phone number still hangs in an honored place over my desk.