Late Night Skinny Dip

It is 2 in the morning and we decide to go for a swim in the neighbors pool wearing nothing but towels wrapped around us we sneak in the gate and you turn to kiss me before you get in you slide your arm around my waist and reach for the edge of my towel... your hands searching for my moistness... pulling me harder against you so I can feel every inch of your hard member... knowing I am the reason it is so hard and now throbbing it makes me wet, just as your fingers slide into me..... I moan softly into your mouth as your middle two fingers slide easily inside my wetness grabbing hold of your shoulders as you slide your fingers in and out of me... my knees go weak you pull out of me and set me back so that you can climb into the pool.... I reach and find the tuck of your towel and yank it away from your hips....

I admire every inch of your body as you climb the steps into the above ground pool it is a warm summer night so the water is still warm from the sun earlier in the day as you lower yourself into the pool you curl your finger and motion me to come to you my body is on fire and I could never deny you I untuck my towel and let it slide down my body, I can feel your eyes on me as I walk to the stairs, slowly climbing each one getting to the top, I start to descend into the pool and as I reach the first step into the pool you stop me, running your tongue and lips up and down, kissing and nibbling on each leg until I can take no more you let me step down to the next step and gently work your mouth in the same way on the back of my knees up to my mid thigh... teasing me with each flick of your tongue the next step down will allow you complete access to my wet slit and as I step down you sit me down on the step and part my thighs my juices running down toward my ass kissing the inside of each of my thighs, slowly working your way to my slit with your tongue... admiring my trimmed and shaved bush inhaling my scent drives you wild and your tongue slides between my lips....starting from the bottom and sliding up toward my clit finding it you suck it into your mouth and I nearly slide off the step as I can't control my body any longer, I start to shake with orgasm you grab my body and pull me off the step into the water and keep your arms around my waist so that I don't fall, you bring your lips to mine for a kiss so I can taste myself on your lips working your way down my throat to my breast you take my nipple into your mouth and I put my head back reaching and running my hands through your hair... begging you without saying a word not to stop I want to feel you inside of me and you can feel my desire building again I wrap my arms around your neck and you grab me in the water, lift me and pull my thighs to either side of your hips I can feel your rigid cock pressed tight against my slit.... I beg you to slide inside of me you tell me to put you inside of me...

I reach between our bodies and grab your rod, put it to the entrance of my soaking hole pulling me onto you as you thrust forward into me I scream out your name with my arms around your neck for support, you reached down and spread my thighs, putting your hand on each cheek of my backside... you start to bounce me up and down on your hard cock... you feel so good... you walk over to the edge and turn me around... holding onto the side of the pool, you enter me from behind and reach around to play with my clit as you slide in and out of me. pumping into me harder with each thrust and your fingers against my clit, I start to explode again and again... my muscles clench tight around you, I can feel you get ready to explode.... reaching down to tease my clit, one more thrust and you release the first of your hot seed into me and I continue to tease my clit as you spill into me and with one last thrust you growl at me and as I cum one last time the porch light comes on. we look at each other smiling and trying not to laugh, Val, the neighbor's wife steps out wearing nothing, her hair a little mussed from sleep... she came out to take a dip in the pool because she was too warm to sleep. Looking over at the pool she sees us and smiles.

Deciding she wants to play she climbs into the pool with us and walks over to where we are, still holding onto the edge of the pool, she takes my hand and pulls me under the water with her, she takes your cock, already getting hard again and wraps her lips around it and begins to suck you down her throat. She comes up for a breath of air and begs me to lick her while she sucks your hard manhood. We decide the best place to do this 3 some is in the grass so we all climb out of the pool and as Val climbs the stairs in front of me I reach up and slide a finger inside of her making her squeal with delight. Sticking my finger into my mouth to taste her sweetness. She lays down in the warm damp grass on her back and you walk over and straddle her face so that she can suck you into her mouth and throat. I lie down on my stomach and spread her thighs, seeing her wetness I waste no time in sliding my tongue into her. Her voluptuous body writhes beneath my tongue as she slurps and sucks you completely into her mouth. I slide my middle finger into her and lube it with her juices with my other hand I find her sensitive little nub... begging for attention and begin to rub my finger across it and to lick and suck her
lips into my mouth and tease her...she bucks her hips against my fingers and mouth as she moans around your cock.

Suddenly the door opens and her husband, Joe walks out, the light is too bright for him to see us where we are but he can hear us and he walks over to find us in this position. The look of shock and amazement on his face. I raise my hips into the air silently begging him to come fill me. He knows you well enough that you guys talk about our sex life and he knows that I like to be filled in both my tight holes at once so he gets down between my knees and runs his finger over my lips to feel that I am wet enough for what he wants to do to me. Bringing his finger back he knows he can do it and with ease. He grabs his rigid cock and slides it into my wet tight pussy and covers it with my juices, slides out and I feel him at the entrance to my even tighter bum... he slides the head in and I can feel it stretch around him, slowly so I have time to adjust to his size he slides another inch in and I scream into his wife's twat... you knowing what I will beg for in just moments get up and move Val from under me so that you can lay down there and fill my pussy with your growing hard on. Watching Joe slide his large cock into my ass has yours harder than ever as you slide into me you pull Val onto your face so that her and I are facing each other and I slide my hand up her slit to make sure she is still wet and I again suck her off my fingers.

I slide my hand up her body, over her small perfectly round breasts teasing her nipples, moving my hand up to the back of her neck I bring her to me for a tantalizing kiss...she is grinding against your face as you lick her, suck her clit, and finger her pussy and you and Joe pump in and out of both of my holes. Joe reaches around and rubs his fingers across my clit and I start to buck against you both... feeling the best orgasm I've had in a long time coming on I can't hold back. I start to shake and scream, I dig my nails into your chest, not hard-just enough to let you know how amazing this feeling is. Val slides her mouth over mine to help quiet me so we don't wake the neighbors.

As I finally come down from my physical and mental high, I take Vals hand and smile at her to let her know it is her turn. I slide off you and Joe and move to make room for Val, she straddles you and I take Joe's cock in my hand and guide it into her wetness for the natural lube she will provide for her rear entry, my thumb on her clit and my palm guiding Joe causes enough of a friction against her, she immediately cums, covering Joe with her juices... I slide in and lick every drop that I can with my tongue and continue to tongue her while Joe starts to push into her virgin ass. Stroking you up and down while you are waiting to find warmth in her tight sopping pussy I lick the head of your cock and you jump and buck against me. she sits up just enough for me to guide your length into her eagerly waiting sheath and you both begin to pump into her furiously. I begin to rub her clit and can see her body tense as she moves closer and closer to her release. I finger myself as I watch. I hear you grunt and I know that you are close. Val starts to scream and shake against you and Joe... I can see Joe's face and he is close to release too.

You pull out of Val and with one thrust you push me back on the ground and slam into me... spilling into me, your groans of passion fill the night air. I look over at Val and Joe, he is playing with her clit as he sends one final thrust into her cute little tight ass and spills his seed into her and collapses against her back, holding her close. We all decide that we need to take a dip in the pool to help us all cool off. 

-Anonymous

Amateur Night

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened intently as I laid out the plans of her act.

The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience. Marsha was the third contestant. As she walked onto the stage, she was clad in a floor-length red evening gown that zipped down the front from top to bottom. She had on long white gloves and three-inch high-heel shoes. As she danced around the stage, her long blond hair would flip from back to front and spill down over her shoulders and lovely breasts. She slowly peeled the gloves off and soon begun unzipping the gown, as she moved seductively around the stage. She had to bend all the way down to release the last catch of the zipper, and as it released, she snapped to a full, upright position, letting the gown drop to the floor around her feet. The crown roared approval as she began to glide around the stage, clad now in a red-and-black-lace garter belt, bra, panties. The pale whiteness of her upper thigh stood out in vivid contrast to the tops of her sheer black nylons. The other two contestants had not worn nylons of any kind, and this added feature seemed to turn hte audience on, as their shouts of approval increased.

As the second song began, Marsha knelt down on the stage and asked one of the fellows in the front row to reach behind her so he could unsnap her bra. He put his arms around her, and in a second the bra fell away, exposing Marsha's lovely white 36-inch globes. As the bra hit the floor, Marsha grabbed the man by the ears and pulled his face into her breasts. She let him suck, bite, and lick her luscious tits for quite a while as she began to rub her clit through her sheer lace panties. She then moved from one guy to the next until eight or ten guys in the front row had sampled her wares with their tongues and mouths.

For the third number, Marsha sat on the stage, facing the audience. She leaned back on her arms, lifted her ass, and stuck her legs out spread-eagled into the face of yet another front-row patron. He was literally drooling with expectation as she instructed him to remove her panties. When he had completed this welcome task, Marsha pulled his mouth into her cunt. He eagerly began to lick and suck her box while she leaned back on the stage with her eyes closed, asking the two guys on both sides of him to suck her tits. The crowd was wild as she moaned and squirmed to the triple eating she was now enjoying. Again, Marsha moved from one guy to the next around the front of the stage. I could hardly keep from coming as I watched from the second row.

What a turn-on to look over a complete stranger's shoulders as he wildly eats your wife! Marsha's ass was bouncing up and down to the music, and as I looked around the theatre, I could see newspapers bouncing up and down on at least a dozen laps, as these second- and third-row patrons could only watch for now and beat their meat under their homemade tepees. I must admit that I was one of them and was beginning to wish I had taken a front-row seat. I'll bet as least half of the audience came during that third song. They waited with hand on cock, ready for the next number to start.

As the lights came on for her last scheduled number, Marsha walked onto the stage, carrying a large quilt and a box of dildos and vibrators. She laid down the quilt and positioned herself spread-eagled on it. Still clad in just her garter and nylons, she began to explore her body with her fingers. She pinched and caressed her nipples with one hand as the other slowly traced up and down her inner thighs and along the lips of her beautiful pink slit. Slowly she inserted a finger into her glistening snatch, then two fingers, then three. She reached for a large 12-inch dildo and began licking up and down the side of it. She suck the rubber cock in her mouth with long, slow sucks that matched the rhythm of her finger fucking and the song. The crowd was really going wild as the 12-inch dick disappeared down her throat.

Marsha then played a switch, shoving the enormous tool into her dripping cunt while licking the sweet juices from her fingers. She began to roll around on the quilt while fucking herself into a frenzy. She moved seductively from one position to the next so the entire audience would have a chance to see her shoving that huge cock in and out of her cunt. She began moaning as she pinched her nipples and kept time to the music with her ass. She grabbed for a small mini vibrator and proceeded to lubricate it with her mouth. Then she rolled onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and with one gigantic shove pushed the small vibrator deep into her ass. What a sight she was as she shoved the two tools in and out of her ass and cunt at the same time! As the song came to an end, Marsha had an orgasm like I never seen before, which left her lying exhausted on the floor as the lights went out. From the moaning I heard around me in the audience, I suspect a few of them came also. The crowd started yelling, "More - more, we want Marsha! Bring back Marsha."

Then the MC came on stage and yelled, "Start the music and lock the doors." When the doors had been locked, the music began and Marsha danced into the audience. She started sitting on everybody's lap and stroking the dicks of the guys next to her. You could hear them come as she ground her cunt against their cocks. Soon four of the other five contestants (three of which never did get to dance) came out into the audience and started taking patrons up on the stage as they changed amateur night into audience-participation night. All five girls took on at least five guys each during the next hour. There were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. I saw one guy come at least three times, and I equalled the same number with three of the other four girls.

The best of the three was a girl named Lynn. Lynn was about five feet two with a slim, neat figure. Her tits were about 34 to 35 and very well shaped. She had long blond hair like Marsha's, but her face was more pronounced due to her high narrow cheekbones. She was ever so slightly cross-eyed, but it added to her school-girlish charm. Anyway, Lynn had been the first contestant of the evening and was now back for as many encores as she could get.

I had just finished with a brown-haired fox named Patty when I looked over on my right and saw Lynn on all fours. She was sucking on one cock while another was hammering at a staggering pace in her cunt. I rested while I watched her lovely tits hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of the fuck. She was nearing her peak when the guy suddenly pulled out of her cunt and squirted his load all over her ass. She started moaning, "Don't stop - don't stop. Oh, please, somebody, fuck me, fuck me!" By this time I had a hard-on again. I moved in behind her, sticking my fingers into her snatch. I fingered her in rhythmic strokes as I spread the come on her ass around her puckered little hole. With no warning, I shoved another finger into her ass as the first finger slipped back into her cunt. She cried, "No, not in the ass, please." But her ass told another story as she shoved it back onto my fingers. With the middle finger in her cunt and my index finger in her ass, I began to move at a faster pace. She matched the rhythm by increasing the pace at which she was sucking the guy in front. I spread some of the extra come from her ass on my dick and moved in close behind her. Again without warning, I pulled my hand away and shoved my seven-inch tool into her ass. She screamed as it forced its way in, but she continued to shove backwards onto it. Her scream died into load moaning as she neared orgasm. She came at the same time as the guy in front, and I was not far behind.

The show had started at 11:00 p.m., and it was 3:00 a.m. when the last of the patrons had left. We ask Lynn and her husband, Mike, if they wanted to come over to the house for a drink or two. They readily accepted. By 1:00 p.m. the next afternoon we had totally drained ourselves. I have never seen Marsha so turned on before. She and Lynn gave us some very vivid and fond memories as they kept us hard by performing lesbian style whenever Mike or I said we were tired.

This was the best fantasy night Marsha has ever given me, and now she and Lynn are regular lovers - only when I allow it, that is. Lynn has now become Mike's slave too, and he and I are now forming plans for their next exhibitionist act. Mike and I can hardly wait!

-submitted by Anonymous

A Strange Advertisement

In my never ending search for something new in sex I was intrigued by an ad I came across while exploring the pages of my favorite swingers contact magazine. It read:

An attractive, professional couple, we confine our extracurricular sexual activities to voyeurism, exhibitionism, and mutual masturbation. We are looking for men to come and play with us. You visually fuck Sonia while she spreads her legs and plays with her pussy. Husband watches. We will fuck for you and put on a show that will really get you off. Sonia will finish the job with skilled hands. -Roger & Sonia

Ordinarily I wouldn’t be interested in such an offer. If I am going to get together with a couple, I want the real thing, not just watching them do it while I jerk off. But the accompanying picture of Sonia was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. She was standing with her back to the camera, her legs straight and spread, bent forward at the waist, and looking back at the viewer, smiling. Her parted cunt lips were visible between her legs with just a slight bush of hair surrounding them. She was smiling with a sly, inviting look.

I had the feeling there was a conspiracy between her and me, that she was communicating an erotic intensity to me that even her husband, who had presumably taken the picture, was unaware of. During the next week I thought about the ad off and on, and by the end of the week I decided that I had to have Sonia, so I sent a letter to her and her husband saying that I would love to participate in their sexual games. Three days later I got a call from Roger. He gave me directions to get to their place.

That Saturday evening I drove out to the attractive, comfortable suburban community where Sonia and Roger lived. Their house was large and implied prosperity. Roger greeted me at the door and shook my hand, ushering me in. He was about thirty-eight with the look of a banker trying to act informally. Their living room was comfortable, with wall to wall carpeting and plush large modem sofas. I sank into one and accepted a glass of Perrier and some snacks while they drank wine. We chatted for a while about a common business interest in computers and then I asked if they had gotten any other responses to their ad.

“Quite a few,” Sonia replied, “but none of the responses excited us as much as yours. Your letter really turned us on. I think it was the interest you expressed in erotic passion as opposed to just sexuality.”

I asked Sonia and Roger how they happened to place their ad.

“We’ve been married for five years and have been sexually happy with each other,” Sonia explained, “but we wanted more. There is so much going on sexually out there, and we wanted to be a part of it. But we didn’t want to do anything that would threaten our marriage. We are afraid that jealousy might get out of control. So we agreed that we would play with other people but avoid penetration, and that we would do it together. We decided to see if there were any other people out there who were interested in playing sexual games that were exciting but completely safe. We placed our ad and got a lot of responses, and we’ve had some interesting experiences.

“It was Sonia’s idea,” Roger continued. “She has a lot of sexual energy. We have sex three or four times a week and she masturbates at least once a day, but she still needs more.”

While Roger was talking Sonia caught my eye. I saw that same look I had seen in her photo in the magazine, a secret seductive look aimed at me. She had long, thick, honey-blond hair and broad, Scandinavian features. Her shoulders were broad and her breasts stood high and wide under the long, purple caftan she was wearing.

“Perhaps Larry would like to be entertained while he is drinking his Perrier,” she said to Roger. With that she got up and moved to the other end of the sofa I was sitting on. She sat with her back against the sofa arm and her legs up on the seat. Slowly she began pulling her long caftan up her legs, exposing their shapeliness. When the hem got to the tops of her knees it fell to her waist, exposing her legs and the dark blond hair of her crotch. She spread her feet slightly, revealing bright pink cunt lips peeking out from her hair. She smiled as my eyes were drawn between her legs and she spread her knees and reached between them with her hand. Deft fingers parted her wet lips and one of them slid inside. She brought the finger out, lifted it to her mouth so that she could taste herself, and then wet three fingers in her mouth. She placed them back between her legs and slowly began to rub her clitoris.

Roger moved over behind her and reached forward to push her caftan down off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were just a shade darker than her skin, creating a very erotic effect.

“I hope you like my breasts,” she said smiling. I said I did. She could see that my pants were beginning to bulge “Why don’t you let it out?” she smirked.

I accepted her offer and opened my fly, taking out my cock which was by now quite stiff. I leisurely began to stroke it as I watched her play with herself. She came and then Roger got on top of her and they fucked. When they were done, Sofia asked if I wanted her to help me come too. I said I did, and she leaned over me and took my cock in her silky fingers and stroked it softly. It didn’t take long before I came and shot off Into the air.

The three of us chatted for a while, and then I left. The experience was a bit strange, but I knew that there would be more to come. Sonia was up to more than her husband suspected. Sure enough, three days later I got a call from Sonia.

“Hello, Larry?” she said in a seductive voice.
“Hi,” I replied, “what’s up?”
“I want to see you again,” she said. “Do you want to see me?”
“It depends what for,” I replied, being deliberately noncommittal.
“You know what for,” she said.
“Alone or with your husband,” I asked.
“Alone, of course. Just the two of us. None of this fooling around. Just the real thing.”
“You’re on!” I replied.

Since I’m married, my place was out, and since all of this was going to be behind Roger’s back, her place was out also, so we agreed on a nice motel at the midway point. I would register and get the room, and she would show up half an hour later.

I settled on the giant bed in the motel and waited for her knock. It came at exactly the agreed on time.

The moment I opened the door we were in each other’s arms, a week’s worth of pent-up passion poring out as our mouths locked together, wide open, our tongues exploring deep inside. We clawed at each other, Pulling off each other’s clothes. I was able to kick the door shut as we dove for the bed, shoes, socks, pants, shirt, blouse, and skirt flying in all directions We crashed onto the bed and rolled over several times until I got on top of her. Her bra wouldn’t come undone, so I pulled it apart, allowing her breasts to spill out. My mouth locked onto a nipple and we rolled over a couple more times as she moaned and pulled my head hard against her chest.

My hand groped between her legs, but I had no more luck with her panties than I had with her bra, so I ripped them off as well. She was sopping wet and my fingers plunged easily into her softness, making her catch her breath.

Her hands were also busy, pulling my cock and balls over the elastic of my briefs and eagerly squeezing them until it hurt. I took my hand out of her cunt and grabbed her wrist, freeing her grip on my genitals. I then rolled her over again so that I was on top of her and roughly pulled her legs open, plunging my cock into her. She let out loud moans which intensified into screams as I began pounding her, my thighs slapping loudly against hers, my balls swinging back and forth, hitting against her behind. Her cries peaked and she came with a scream. I grunted and continued my grinding, having no intention of stopping. After I brought her off two more times, I rolled over onto my back, carrying her around so that she was on top of me. My butt continued its grinding and thrusting, and hers was now free to respond in kind. I reached around with my hand, spread her ass cheeks wide, and plunged a finger deep into her anus as we continued to furiously grind together.

Her butt was really in motion now and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. My orgasm came roaring up out of me, shooting up into her so hard that its force against the inside of her vagina brought her off again, and our screams mixed together. She collapsed forward onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her face buried in my neck. We fell asleep in our exhaustion.

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.

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.”

In the Swimming Pool

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