Dinner With A Twist

It was just a fantasy...that became real... My husband and I always talk about the "What would you do?" fantasies...

We just got our new vacation home and were discussing on our way to the home if I would have sex with men to save my husband's life...I assured him I would do whatever it took to make sure he lived.

We arrived at our home and headed to the beach. We laid in the sand, went in the water, swam and splashed each other for hours...we really enjoy each other's company. We talked about taking out the jet ski's tomorrow and then the sun started to set and we got on the subject of dinner.

We decided to go to one of our favorite restaurants that overlook's the bay...so we walked home and started to get ready. My husband showered first and as always was in and out quickly. As I started into the bathroom, he gently ran his hand across my belly and around to my ass. His touch always gets me started...his hands always explore me while we make love.

I started the shower and I undressed slowly. I first untied my sundress and let it slowly slide down my body, that silky feel across my skin gives me tingles. I then untied my top and slowly let the strings slide down my breasts, I reached around back and untied the rest and I let it drop to the floor. My nipples were swollen and breasts hard. I stood there just running my fingernails around my areola's as the wetness began. I slid my bottoms down to my ankles and before I stepped out of them I ran my nails up the inside of my calves and thighs...stopping just before....I gently stroked the inside of my thighs with my nails...wanting to touch myself...but I thought wait...wait for it...I could feel it building inside of me...the chills were going up and down my spine...I was close...a little more...almost there...and when I couldn't take it any more...I ran my finger thru my wet lips, gently penetrating my pussy and then up to my clit and.....

Boom, one flick on my clit and I came. My body convulsed and I shivered. I am going to sex up my husband all night tonight. I stepped into the shower and the water from the hand held kept me all wound up. I took it off and explored my body, teasing myself by gently and quickly passing it over my clit and then back to my taint spot and back to my clit again...and again. That massaging setting was driving me crazy. I put it back and I got all soapy...running my hands all over my body. I love to play with my nipples when they are all soapy...you can move your hands so fast over them, the sensations are incredible. I finally caught my breath (after I heard my husband yell..."Are you ready?") and I wasn't even close to being ready...the only thing I was close to being ready for was another orgasm.

But I thought, dress sexy and tease him all dinner long, then stop at the bar on the way home for some margarita's and then let the fun begin.

I toweled off and walk into the closet, I grabbed my white lace thong panties and my multi colored sundress along with my 5 inch open toed heals. I hung the dress by the vanity I slid my panties on and I sat down to do my make up. I have a delicious body lotion that tastes great so I started to rub that all over me, I then did my make up and my hair, I slid the dress on...slowly to let it glide down my body. A little perfume and it was time to entertain my husband.

He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, and all he could say was "Wow you look stunning"...yes he knows what to say to get me aroused. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. We then walked to the car and headed for the restaurant.

Dinner as usual was delicious, ceviche, then grilled sea bass with mixed vegetables and of course...two margarita's. The entire time I kept taking my foot out of my shoe and running it up my husband's thigh. After my second margarita, I moved my chair next to his, so I could massage his cock while I kissed his neck. He has great control...but twice I felt him throbbing really hard like he was going to cum...so I backed off and talked to him. But occasionally I would give his cock a gentle squeeze to make sure he was still hard....He was!

-Anonymous

Not As Shy As I Thought

For our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife and I went away for a long weekend in a villa in a holiday village. As part of her anniversary present I bought her a massage treatment in the villa. She has always been fairly shy and she didn't seem that keen on the idea, however she agreed provided I was out of the villa at the time. So I entered the squash tournament which was on at the same time as her appointment and this seemed to satisfy her. Before going out, however, I adjusted the curtains in the bedroom so there was a tiny gap I could see through from outside.

The villa was surrounded by woods, so I went off to squash as promised but doubled back round to behind the villa and took up my position by the gap in the curtains. After about a quarter of an hour she appeared in the bedroom and began taking off her clothes. She the laid on the bed face downwards and covered her bum with a towel. A few moments later a guy entered the room. He would have been about thirty years old, wearing tracksuit bottoms and the corporate T-shirt. He was talking to her, but I couldn't hear what was being said. He put some oil onto his hands and then gently began massaging her back. She had her faced turned towards the window, but had her eyes closed. She looked very peaceful, almost asleep in fact! And for quite some time he just worked on her back, occasionally adding more oil to his hands.

It became quite boring and I began to wish I'd gone to the squash tournament after all. Eventually he moved to her legs. The towel still in place he worked on her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, doing each leg in turn. She remained motionless throughout. She said something and he removed the towel. He now started to massage more generally, covering her back and her legs, perhaps concentrating a little on her bum. And as this continued he seemed to concentrate more and more on her thighs and her bum. She shifted her position a bit and appeared to me to open her legs slightly, but from my vantage point I could hardly tell. Then I noticed that as one hand massaged the top of her back the other stayed around her bum. He just held his hand still and I noticed that gradually she began to rub herself against his hand. This was very slow at first but gradually it became clear that she was rubbing herself off on his hand. He was smiling, but her face still showed no sign of emotion.

Then he said something else and she turned over on the bed. I expected her shyness to be more apparent now but she lay on her back completely naked, eyes closed, whilst he seemed to examine her body, tracing his hands around her breasts and touching her face. He asked her something and she nodded. Then he removed his T-shirt. She opened her eyes, looked him over, smiled and closed her eyes again. I couldn't believe what was happening and I was starting to wonder how far this would go and how long the pretence of a massage would continue. As if to answer my question he went down to her feet, gently parted her legs further, knelt on the bed and put his head between her legs. And still she lay motionless as he went to work on her with his tongue. I was spellbound and realised that I had a raging erection.

After a couple of minutes he got off the bed and went round and started massaging her breasts and the top half of her body. And for a minute I thought maybe that was the extras over with. Then I noticed that she was massaging him through his tracksuit bottoms. He said something to her and she pulled the front down and his semi-erect cock sprang out. And without a thought she simply rolled her head over and put him into her mouth. And I thought of all the arguments we'd had over her refusal to perform oral on me and here she was sucking a complete stranger. And she was clearly really into it. He pushed his tracksuit bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them without disengaging. As she sucked for all she was worth he reached over and began to play her with his fingers. Her legs opened as wide as they would go. I had never seen her like this before, not even in the early days of our relationship. He pushed her back onto the bed, reached into his tracksuit pocket and pulled out a condom. She said something to him and he smiled, dropped the condom and knelt between her legs. Within seconds he was inside her and they were going like a pair of animals. As she reached her orgasm I could hear her through the double glazing! He was clearly getting close and after a few minutes he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her face and breasts. I knew this would spook her, because she has never liked me to cum on her but to my amazement she started to scoop it up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. He walked round the bed to her face and she immediately put him back in her mouth to clean up any last bit. Then within a few moments it was all over. He went out of the room and a few moments later she followed. And I was left standing at the window with a raging hard-on!

When I got in I asked her about the massage. She said it was 'ok'!! 

-Anonymous

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

Emily and the Massage Chair

Emily had been shopping all day. By lunch she'd seen so many furniture stores it felt as though she were becoming part of the furniture herself.

"Can't we just get that leather one from Harvey's?" she asked her husband, Nick. "I really liked it."

Nick dismissed her. "The color is wrong. And it's way too expensive. Now, what do you think of this one?" As usual, he brushed her comments off and went to test-sit on a garish zebra-patterned monstrosity over by the porch swings.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. She no longer cared about buying a new couch. All she wanted to do with take her shoes off and relax, maybe open a bottle of wine and get close to Nick like she hadn't done in... was it that long?

It seemed an eternity since they'd actually sat and talked, longer since they'd made love in the tender fashion that left her breathless and close to tears with joy. Now he was always busy, always keen to acquire new things with his new-found wealth from his up-and-coming job. It wasn't how things were meant to be, but she'd kept thinking, It won't last long, he's just getting settled, things will be better soon.

Watching him puff up cushions and bounce exuberantly on springs, she felt restless and frustrated. What's more, the coffee from an hour ago had done it's work, and the urge to pee was growing stronger by the minute. They never have public toilets in these places, she thought to herself, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can we go soon?" she asked Nick, but he was grilling a sales assistant over possible discounts on the zebra. Finally unable to bear the pressure on her bladder, Emily sidled up to a female assistant and asked to use the staff toilet.

"Sure," the woman smiled. "Just head down that corridor, turn left, and go through the door marked STAFF." Emily didn't bother to tell Nick where she was going; he wouldn't listen anyway.

Hurrying down the corridor, she went through the STAFF door and emerged into another white hallway with several exits leading off it. Desperate, she accidentally opened a door marked PRIVATE STOREROOM, glimpsing numerous pieces of brightly colored furniture before she ducked back out, and into the toilet.

Relieved at last, she studied her face in the washroom mirror. She was attractive, she knew that. A number of men had propositioned her before Nick came along, and all because of her looks. She wondered what her life would be like if she'd accepted any of them...

Back in the hallway, she was overcome by a whimsical desire to look at the furniture in the private storeroom. Imagine if she found the ideal couch, all by herself! Indeed, out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a strange looking red velvet armchair that she wouldn't mind sitting in, if only to rest her feet for a moment.

Checking to make sure the hall was deserted, Emily quietly slipped into the dim storeroom and studied the luminously upholstered chairs and sofas. The designs were experimental, without doubt. Some didn't seem to fit the role of couch at all. Again, the scarlet armchair in the corner caught her eye. It was covered in lush velvet, and the shape of it seemed more like a frozen wave, or a pair of lips, than a piece of furniture. The curved headrest seemed designed to comfort and reassure, while the seat cushion looked ready to accept any weight with pleasure.

She padded over, slipped off her shoes, and guiltily sat down. Immediately the chair embraced her; it was soft and encompassing, like she'd just sat down in a blob of red jelly. The luxurious fabric caressed her skin. She sank back, sighing, and the chair welcomed her further into its folds. Closing her eyes, she let a feeling of blissful relaxation wash over her.

Moments later, she realized the chair was moving. The backrest had begun to squirm rhythmically, gently massaging her lumbar area, while another cushion attended to the sore muscles around her neck. With a barely audible clicking sound, the footrest automatically sprung up, lifting her bare feet off the ground. It too began to move, vibrating against her tired calves.

Emily couldn't keep the grin off her face. Now this was a comfortable chair! It had only been a few minutes, yet she felt completely enveloped in pleasure, the red velvet cushions surrounding her and pleasantly touching her flesh.

A bizarre idea struck her. Wouldn't it be fabulous to sit in this chair naked? She brushed the thought away; it was ridiculous to even think it. Nonetheless, as the massage relaxed her further, and as the velvet inflamed her nerves, she began to seriously toy with the idea. It would be nice... sexy, even. The whole back area had seemed deserted, and no-one knew she was in here. Even if she only did it for a minute, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

She grinned. What the hell. Just for a minute.

Almost giggling to herself with guilty pleasure, Emily slipped her skirt and blouse off, letting them fall to the floor nonchalantly. Her underwear followed, and she lay back into the squirming armchair with exquisite joy. Now the velvet was tickling her buttocks and fondling her back, and a new movement began underneath her thighs. Curious, she opened her legs and let the chair massage the inside of her thighs. Aroused by her own daring, she could feel wetness forming between her slightly parted pussy lips. She glanced around carefully; the room was still deserted. With small movements, she eased her hand down to her clit and gently began to tease herself, dipping her finger into her vagina and carefully smoothing the wetness around her cunt.

Suddenly, the chair ceased movement, and she was startled into a moment of panic. She half leaped out of the chair, reaching for her clothes and looking desperately around for possible salespeople. To her relief, she remained alone, and sank back into the chair, sighing. Her hand found a previously unseen control panel on the armrest, and she absently pressed a button, wondering what it did.

Abruptly the cushion beneath her began to move. She heard faint whizzings, and without warning large leather clamps emerged from the leg and arm rests, grabbing her limbs and pulling her firmly back into the soft grasp of the chair. She was held fast, her legs open, her arms unable to fight. Before she could think of how to respond, something emerged from the seat cushion and positioned itself between her legs. It seemed mechanical, but it moved with the fluidity of an octopus arm. The best description she could think of was a mechanical tongue.

It turned out to be a good description. Without pausing, the tongue-thing moved forward and gently began to lick her. With even strokes, it lapped at her clitoris with a surety of purpose, as though it had been waiting an eternity just to touch her. Occasionally it swirled its way around her entire cunt before returning to her clitoris, licking it with just the exact pressure and position as she had always liked.

Emily didn't scream. She was too busy moaning. Within instants she'd gone from shocked surprise to absolute pleasure. As if sensing her reaction, the chair began to massage her again, adding to her enjoyment of the strange situation. Her hand moved to the control panel again, and she pushed another button.

This time a second, fluidic extension emerged from the cushion and promptly nuzzled itself into her dripping vagina. Now she could barely keep herself from gasping. The second arm filled her, pressing upwards towards her g-spot and moving in and out, while the tongue continued its steady lapping, determined to exceed in giving her a stronger orgasm than she'd ever had before. She writhed and her heart beat loud in her ears. She felt the control panel at her fingers, and guessed what the third button would do. Eagerly, she pressed it.

A smaller, thinner extension propelled itself from the chair and inched its way into her ass, vibrating as it went. This time she yelped. It was ridiculous that her body could feel this good without exploding. The tongue lapped, the fluidic penis probed, and the ass thing... well, she had no idea what it was doing. But it all felt amazing.

She closed her eyes and tried not to come too soon. She didn't want to waste this experience. But the pressure was building. She opened them again, just to see if there was a slow switch on the control panel, and saw a male sales assistant standing before her, his half-shadowed handsome face watching her intently. Shocked, she wanted to get up, but the chair chose that moment to increase its rhythm. Slave to her own pleasure, she was wrenched into a massive orgasm, the waves of intense feeling making her cry out and leaving her almost dazed in the aftermath.

For a few moments she simply lay there, unable to do anything except pant quietly. The leather restraints released, and the massage and vibrations died. Then the horrible realization hit her: a man had just watched her, prostrate and naked, have sex with a chair. Oh my god. She didn't want to open her eyes again, but she couldn't just sit there and hope he'd go away. Lifting one eyelid, she saw he was still there, and now he was smiling. Through her embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how friendly his smile was.

She tried to sit up, but the cushions still held her. Gently, the man stepped forward and helped her up. His skin against hers was smooth and tanned.

"I'm Jason. I invented that chair."

She was lost for words, standing naked and flushed before him.

He regarded her happily. "I think you've proved it works. Couldn't have arranged a better test if I'd paid someone." His blue eyes sparkled with success.

She grasped for a reply. "Jason? As in Jason Recliner?"

He laughed. "No. Although perhaps I should change my name. And perhaps you should get dressed." He pointed at her crumpled heap of clothes, neglected on the floor.

She dressed awkwardly. He didn't turn away, but studied her cheerfully as she buttoned her blouse. At last she thought of something to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been in here. I was tired... I just thought I'd sit down for a while..."

"Do not concern yourself. It was a good decision, was it not? Of course, you'll have to buy the chair now."

"I'll have to...?"

"Well, it's not really a 'try-before-you-buy' kind of thing, is it?" Jason said.

"But-" She stopped herself, and turned to look at the armchair, quiet now and looking for all the world like a normal piece of furniture. She thought of how much pleasure it had just given her. Buying it didn't seem such a bad idea. "Of course. I'd like to buy it. But is it the only one? Do you have any others?"

"That's the prototype. But if it's that successful, I can make plenty more. I think you've shown how well it works. Just tell Bob the sales assistant to sell you the Loveseat. He'll know what to do."

Emily did her best to straighten her hair, tried to look presentable for her return to the showroom. She had no intention of telling Nick what had happened, nor of letting him know what their new Loveseat was capable of.

She turned to go, yet something held her. "Do you make any other kind of 'loveseat' Mr Recliner?" she asked with a half smile.

He returned her grin. "I've got a few plans still on the drawing board."

"I'll leave my name and number with Bob," Emily grinned. "Let me know when you need another test done."

-submitted by Anonymous

Sex Workshop

Sooner or later every kind of workshop gets to Southern California, so I wasn’t too surprised when my wife, Elana, announced that she had signed us up for a body-sex workshop.”

“O.K.” I said, what’s a body-sex workshop?”

“It’s to improve our sexuality. We’re too genitally focused. This will help us get into our bodies and become more sensuous in our lovemaking. Harriet is giving it,” she replied.

“Harriet!” I said. “What does Harriet know about sex? Isn’t she the one whose witchcraft workshops we went to?”

“Well, now she’s giving sex workshops and we re going,” insisted my wife.

Harriet is a trim and energetic woman in her early forties who looks ten years younger. She spends most of her time giving and taking workshops.

This workshop took place on four consecutive Friday evenings. The first evening we arrived at Harriet’s to find she had removed all the furniture from her den except for wall-to-wall carpeting. There were four couples signed up for the workshop, and when they were all there, Harriet had us sit in a circle on the floor.

We began by introducing ourselves. Like my wife and me, most of them were into workshop type stuff, encounter groups, human potential movement, yoga, etc. Most of them didn’t seem to be into too much sex type stuff, so we didn’t talk a lot about that part of our lives when it came our turn.

Harriet followed our rap session with some yoga, and then we all went out onto the deck and got into the hot tub. That’s what got us to take our clothes off. Relaxing in the tub’s hot, churning water, I looked at the tanned California bodies around me, Harriet had small breasts and almost no pubic hair. She couldn’t keep still, always bouncing around like everyone at their ease.

The second evening began in the hot tub, so we started with our clothes off. This time the yoga took on an interesting aspect. Women’s breasts and men's genitals hang the wrong way when you’re upside down doing a shoulder stand or head stand, and you see a lot between men’s and women’s legs when they are spread open from the yoga. Harriet moved on to vibrators. She started on herself, sitting in the middle of our circle, lying on her back with a vibrator pressed between her legs. She came to orgasm quickly. Then she produced a vibrator for each coupIe. I held Elana in my arms while she used it. She came easily, and then we watched the other three women come to orgasm.

Next it was the men’s turn. I had never come with a vibrator before; I thought only women used them. Harriet said this was an important part of men becoming more sensuous. I lay down on my back and Elana sat between my legs. First she used it on my inner thighs to loosen me up, then she pressed it on a spot between my balls and my anus. That spot must have a direct connection to the prostate gland,

because my penis stood right up to a full erection. She then pressed the vibrator against the head of my penis and I came, just like that. I didn’t even seem to build up to it, I just spilled out all over her hands and the vibrator.

She again pressed the vibrator against the sensitive spot between my balls and my anus, and I relaxed to the comfort of the stimulation.

Now Harriet instructed the women to insert the vibrators into their partner’s asses. Elana wet the tip with oil and slowly worked it in. I relaxed as it pushed forward, opening to it. Once in, she pressed it upward. Now the vibrations were directly against my prostate. It was pure, raw sexual stimulation. My penis stood up again and this time I came from the inside, the semen spouting out without anything touching my penis at all.

The third evening began again in the hot tub. This time, after the nude yoga, we tried some sexual tantric yoga positions. Here the point is for the man to be in the woman with neither one of them moving. I sat in the lotus position, upright with my legs crossed, and Elana got me erect with her mouth. Then she climbed onto my lap, reaching down between her legs to guide me into her. She then wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
         After the first five minutes my erection began to fade Then a tingling went through my body and I began to stiffen up again. I could feel an energy rocking back and forth between us, first pouring down out of her body into mine, then back from mine to hers again. The energy increased each time it moved back and forth and then, without even moving, we both came to orgasm.
         After the yoga exercises on the fourth evening, Harriet selected Sue, one of the women in the group, to lie down on her stomach on the mat in the middle of our circle. First we all placed our hands on her body. I could feel our warmth flowing into her and I could tell by her breathing that she could feel it too. Then, after a few minutes, we began to rub her gently, our hands moving slowly over her skin.
         After a while Harriet signaled for us to roll Sue over. Now the massage became decidedly erotic as we fondled her breasts and stroked her face. Her thighs parted to our touch and we slowly lifted her legs open. I moved between her legs and massaged the inside of her thighs, working down towards her genitals. Pressing deep into her on either side of her lips with my thumbs. I could feel the knots of tension break down and her legs relax and open wider and wider. Gently I parted her lips and massaged them with an oil that Harriet gave me.
          Then I poured oil on my fingers and reached them inside, first one, then two, and finally three. Reaching all around, I massaged the inside of her. Several hands were kneading deeply into her abdomen while others played with her breasts, Her head was in someone’s lap while hands gently stroked her forehead, Her eyes were closed. Her breathing became more rapid and I could feel contractions building up in her vagina. Her stomach heaved and her orgasm began, slowly at
first, then more rapidly, more powerfully, until she let out a scream and contorted violently.
          All hands held her to the floor as her thrashing wrung the orgasm fully out of her. Then she lay still, shaking slightly. We rolled her again onto her stomach and Harriet lay down on top of her, using her full weight to comfort and soothe her.