Shhh, Don’t Tell

My wife Laura and I have been happily married for 20 years. We’ve had a great sex life. Laura has done many exciting things during our marriage. Six years ago when a stripper at a club we were in had to cancel at the last minute, Laura took her place and did a slow striptease for a dozen guys. She removed her clothing and danced for us in her bra, panties and heels.

The most daring thing Laura ever did was act out a scene with me in front of a videocamera. We fucked in front of our neighbor as he operated the camera. The neighbor sure got to see plenty of my wife that evening.

But what happened last month I should get a medal for. Laura occasionally enjoys bondage. She loves being made helpless and having me take full advantage of her. One Sunday afternoon I had her on the bed with her wrists tied securely to the headboard.

Laura was still in her Sunday church clothes, a short pleated skirt, a long sleeved blouse, and dark stockings. I was really going to work her over. I even got a sleeping mask and put it on her. I was going to make it very suspenseful and arousing for her.

I was just running my hand above her stocking stops when the doorbell sounded. I quickly got off the bed and left the bedroom, leaving Laura helpless. I opened the door and there stood our neighbor, Andy. I didn’t want to appear rude so I invited him in and even offered him a beer.

Time just seemed to drag as I thought of my hot wife waiting to be pleased in the bedroom. I wanted to get back to her so badly. Then it hit me: Why not let Andy enjoy my wife? I’d love to watch my wife being taken care of by another man.

I told Andy what I had waiting for me in the bedroom, my wife tied, helpless, and blindfolded, just waiting to be pleased. Could I get away with it? As long as Andy didn’t say a word, maybe he could enjoy my wife. I knew I sure would like to watch.

I asked Andy if he would undress Laura, eat her pussy, and then as a last treat, I wanted to watch Laura suck his cock. Andy was all for my plan. I reminded him that for all this to work, he couldn’t say one word, and he said he understood. I then got to my feet and opened and closed the door loud enough for Laura to hear it, so she’d think that the visitor had gone home. Quietly Andy and I entered the room.

Laura looked as sexy as ever with her skirt hiked up a bit. We could see the smooth skin just above her stockings. The blindfold was still perfectly in place so I gave Andy a silent signal to start on my wife. He approached the bed quietly and sat on it.

Andy’s right hand went to Laura’s knee. Very slowly, he moved it upwards, and in seconds I could see the garter straps and the soft warm thigh above the fabric.

He kept moving up until we could see her plain white panties. Then he moved his fingers towards Laura’s crotch. I watched with excitement as Andy began to tease and move his fingers lightly over my wife’s pussy.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Laura begged. Her hips moved with pleasure as he played with her pussy. Everything was going perfectly! Andy didn’t have to be coached on what to do, and he sure was enjoying himself. He removed his hand from under my wife’s skirt and began to unbutton her shirt.

Soon her shirt was wide open and he was unhooking her bra to expose her tits. Her nipples were swollen and dark brown. Soon they were wet with Andy’s saliva as he worked her nipples over with his hungry mouth. By now I had a hard on bigger than a house.

I watched as Andy pulled Laura’s skirt down her lovely legs. She was beautiful, lying there in her dark stockings and white panties. I could just make out the dark nest of hair underneath the light fabric. Andy lowered his head and began to plant soft kisses near Laura’s pussy.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Take my panties off and really eat me out,” Laura said.

Andy did as he was asked, and down came Laura’s panties, exposing her hairy crotch.

He jackknifed Laura’s legs and opened them wide. I watched as he enthusiastically went down on my wife, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit and lips. Laura squirmed around, twisting in pleasure, moaning loudly.

“Eat me, eat me,” she pleaded. I never made my wife explode as quickly as Andy did that afternoon. Laura spasmed wildly and screamed as she climaxed in Andy’s mouth.

“It’s my turn, I want to taste you. I want to swallow your come,” said Laura. Andy got to his feet and removed his pants and boxer shorts, releasing his stiff cock. I was thankful Andy was the same size as I was, otherwise I wondered if maybe Laura would be able to tell the difference.

Now I was prepared to witness something I’ve always wanted to see: my wife giving a blowjob to another man. In seconds Laura had her busy lips around Andy’s hard cock. She’s an expert at sucking cock. She can really tease a man with her skillful tongue and wet mouth.

I swear I didn’t know how Andy did it: As he came, shooting his entire load into my wife’s hungry mouth and down her throat, he never made a sound. Not a moan, not a whimper, nothing to give him away. I couldn’t believe it!

Andy removed his wet dick from my wife’s mouth. Quickly he put his shorts and pants on and left ever so quietly. I stripped my pants off and took the mask off Laura.

“Boy, you were great this time, and you tasted fabulous! Better than ever,” Laura sighed, smiling at me.

“Oh, thanks honey,” I replied, amazed that I’d gotten away with it.

“One thing though,” she continued, still smiling. “Usually you make a lot of noise when you come.”

“Oh?” I said nervously.

“Yeah, and your dick seems to have grown, too. It felt so much bigger than it usually does! And so thick! I wish your dick could always be like that, honey, every time we make love.”

I looked at her as she lay there with a dreamy expression on her face. I was shocked, and not a little bit hurt, until I saw a slow smile spread across her face and she began to laugh.

I finally I realized that she knew it had been Andy the whole time, and was just playfully getting back at me.

“You can’t fool me with someone else’s cock,” she laughed. “But maybe we should invite your friend back again next week,” she murmured, as she rolled on top of me. Name and address withheld

Lust in the Dark

I lay lounging in a bubble bath, glass of champagne in one hand, the other between my legs, checking to make sure I shaved well. As I’m sliding my fingers over my pussy, I slip one finger between my puffy lips, softly touching my clit. A purr escapes my mouth and I take another sip of my drink.

Suddenly a loud creaky floorboard snaps me back to reality, scaring me a little, making my heart race even more. The house is old and makes noise all the time, so I get out of the tub and dry off, grab my drink and head for the bedroom. The rest of the house is dark, but I have walked the path from the bedroom to the bathroom and back many times in the night. Suddenly, I get a strange feeling. I’m not scared, but the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. A voice comes from directly in front of me.

“Don’t move, don’t scream, and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that, my drink is taken from me, a blindfold is placed over my eyes, both my hands are held by the wrists, and I’m led to my bedroom. I’m still unafraid, but my heart is beating so hard it feels as if it’s going to jump out of my throat. I’m naked, my nipples hard as pebbles, I have a throbbing between my legs, and my breath is coming in short gasps.

I’m picked up and placed gently on my bed. My hands are secured to the headboard, and then I feel a hot mouth on my nipple, making me gasp. Teeth bite down gently, pulling my nipple, making it harder than it was before. This same treatment is performed on the other, then nothing. I try to free my hands, to pull this magnificent mouth back to where it was performing such delicious magic, but I’m unsuccessful.

“Stop struggling,” commands the voice from before. I stop struggling, but a moan escapes my lips. I try to keep my legs together, rubbing them back and forth, causing friction, sending jolts through my body. I feel hands on my knees, almost forcefully coaxing them apart. I finally relent.

There I am, blindfolded, tied up, my freshly shaven pussy glistening. Then the softest pair of lips touch my thigh. Shivers run through me. The lips touch my other thigh. More shivers. These wonderful lips torture me, kissing me from my thighs to my belly button, avoiding my pussy the whole time. I feel his hot breath go over it, but he never touches it.

I’m dripping wet. I’m pulling at my hands to get them free again, and then I’m told, “Relax and be a good girl. All good things will come in time.”

With these words, I finally feel what I’ve been waiting for, a hot tongue sliding between my pussy lips. I come almost immediately. I feel his finger enter my pussy, then another, and his mouth becomes a suction cup over my clit. I feel as if I’ve left my body, floating above, watching everything that’s happening to me. I come so hard I scream, but it only comes out like a whisper. The fingers disappear, then the mouth.

Tears are running down my cheeks as I beg this mystery man not to stop, telling him I’ll do whatever he wants. “You will do whatever I want you to do anyway. I’m in charge here,” he sternly replies.

At that, I feel him rub his cock over my pussy, spreading my juices all over it. Then I feel him start to enter me. I still can’t see anything, but it feels incredible. He pushes the head in, and then stops. I’m wriggling about, trying to get more into me. He pulls out and tells me, “The more you move around, the less you get.”

I feel as if I’m being tortured again. I lay motionless. He enters me once more, sliding in a little further. I’m filled up, but I know he’s only getting started. I don’t move. He pushes in further and I come. A little more, I break out in a sweat. I’m not even moving, but I’m coming again. With one final stroke, he pushes all the way in. I feel his balls against my ass cheeks, my pussy spasming around his cock. He pulls out of me and says, “Now you are ready to be fucked.”

All I can say is, “Please, please, please, fuck me.” He starts a slow and steady rhythm, building up the pace as we continue. His cock feels like a monster trying to split me in two. His pace quickens. I come again. What is this man doing to me? I’ve never come like this before.

Then I feel my hands being untied. “Roll over,” he says. I do as I’m told. “Keep your hands above your head,” he tells me. Again, I do as I’m told, not wanting this sweet sensation to stop. I’m holding onto the headboard, on my knees, and I feel him enter me again, this time in one stroke. His balls hit my clit, sending me over the edge.

My head is spinning, and my pussy is clenching his cock. I’m now having one continuous orgasm. I feel his cock get harder, and I know what is next. “Come in me,” I cry. “Please.”

He lets go, coming in my pussy, although he comes so hard it feels like it’s hitting my throat. I collapse on the bed in a daze, things going hazy around me. “Don’t leave,” I beg as everything around me goes black.

The next morning I awake, still feeling quite exhausted. I start to think it was all a dream, until I feel between my legs, still wet and sticky, and I find a note on my pillow that reads, “Anytime, anywhere, I could show up again. And for that wonderful tight, wet pussy, I know I’ll be back. You just never know when.” I know I can’t wait. J.W., Omaha, Nebraska

She’s the Boss

It had taken me months of begging, but my master Steve finally allowed me one night of dominance over him. He introduced me to the dom/sub lifestyle, and I have found it to be extremely erotic and satisfying.

Steve’s passion is breast bondage, and he loves to spank me lightly to make his point. When we make love, it’s intense. He’s a lover unlike any other I’ve ever had.

The only thing lacking in our sex life is the opportunity for me to take charge just once. So, after begging and pleading, he finally agreed, and I set about making the plans. We were headed to Canc n for a long weekend anyway so I decided that that was where I would plan my event.

The resort we picked had a main lodge, but the rooms were actually huts strewn about the grounds. Our hut was beautiful, with a balcony that overlooked the beach so we could hear the sound of the surf, smell the salt air, and watch the palm trees swaying in the cool breeze. This was what we needed: time alone, peace and quiet. We were stress free and happy just to be together.

I stood out on the balcony, admiring the view as all tension left my body. Shutting my eyes, I breathed the salt air and took in the sounds of the trees. Slowly, Steve approached me from behind, wrapped his arms around my waist, and began to kiss my neck. His hands rose to my breasts and he began to massage and knead them (they’re his favorite part of my body). My head dropped to the side allowing him full access to my neck as he kissed, licked, and bit my neck lightly.

I could feel the bulge growing in his pants, and I could feel my pussy beginning to throb, wetness pooling between my lips. I turned to face him, and he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently, his tongue playing with mine. Our kisses became more urgent as we both became aroused.

I pulled away from him slowly, took his hand, and led him back into the room. I unbuttoned his shirt, lingering over each button teasingly. I kissed his neck, then slid my tongue down to his nipples, nibbling on them, my tongue circling and flicking them. I unzipped his shorts and they fell to the floor.

His navy blue briefs had a dark wet spot from the pre come that had oozed out of his cockhead. I stroked his hard tool gently, my nails tickling him, my hands caressing him. I could feel his breathing getting faster and I knew he was mine.

Leading him to the bed, I slid his underwear down and laid him on his back. I went into the bathroom and emerged with two long sheets of toilet paper. I took each sheet and wrapped it around his hands, then around the bedposts.

“If you break the toilet paper, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing,” I said. “Do you understand, my love?” He nodded and gave me that sexy smile I love so much. So here we were, my master tied to the bed, and it was my turn to pleasure him.

I lifted my sundress over my head, showing him that I had no panties on. Then I unhooked my bra, freeing my 36Cs for my man to see. Our eyes locked on each other, and I could see he was loving this. I began to touch my tits, kneading them, pulling on my nipples, then my hands slid down and I ran my fingers between my lips, soaking them in my juices. Putting them to my mouth, I sucked them slowly, making sure I got every drop of wetness.

“Want some?” I asked him.

“Yes, baby, I want to taste you,” he moaned.

“Remember, don’t break the toilet paper,” I reminded him. I walked slowly over to the bed, kissed his lips, then his neck, biting and nibbling, licking him on all his favorite spots. I moved lower to his nipples, biting, sucking, licking him. His cock was hard now and getting harder, the head purple and dripping with pre come, waiting for a tongue to lap it up. My mouth went lower still, until I reached that beautiful prick. I licked the pre come off, and I thought Steve would have to be peeled off the ceiling.

“Not yet darlin’. One lick is all you get right now,” I murmured.

I made my way back up to the head of the bed and brought my hot wet pussy directly over his mouth. He gazed at my swollen lips, my firm clit, the juices just waiting to be licked. Slowly, I lowered myself to his mouth.

He began licking me slowly, sucking on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, then lapping at the juices soaking his face. He licked, sucked, flicked, and lapped like never before. Holding onto the headboard for support, it was only a matter of minutes before my orgasm overtook me. I rocked with spasm after spasm, while Steve held on, still not breaking the toilet paper. His come soaked face took every drop of me. It took all the strength I had to lift myself off of him.

I kissed him urgently, loving the taste of my juices on his mouth. “You did well, my love, and now you will be rewarded.” I slid down to his cock, which I thought would explode by this time, and I began to lick him like a delicious lollipop, from the base to the tip, every lick bringing a moan from his lips. I circled the head with my tongue and began to suck on it, taking his entire eight inches deep into my mouth.

I held his balls and tugged them a bit, then took a finger and dipped it into my pussy, wetting it thoroughly, before slowly sliding it up his ass to massage him as I sucked him deep into my mouth. I thought he would definitely rip the toilet paper at this point, but my baby held on as I sucked him through one of the strongest and longest orgasms he’s ever had.

He shot a load down my throat bigger than any he’d ever shot before, and I greedily sucked every drop, including the last drops that come long after the orgasm has subsided. After the spasms stopped and he caught his breath, he ripped that toilet paper and pulled me to him roughly. He took me in his arms and kissed me, and told me that he had never experienced anything like that before and that he would now submit to me whenever I wanted.

We laid in each other’s arms for a long while, happy, content with the sound of the ocean and the rustle of the palm fronds. It was a moment that will last forever in my mind a beautiful, intimate, erotic lovemaking session, just my master and me. Name and address withheld

Turnabout Is Fair Sex Play

Three months ago my husband Felix pulled an interesting prank on me. We had dinner at a nice restaurant and then took in a movie, and when we got home Felix tied me to the headboard. Not that I minded one bit. I like bondage games, and always enjoy it when Felix plays them along with me.

When he had me completely helpless we kissed passionately as Felix slid his hand under my dress, over my legs and above my stocking tops, then began teasing my dampening pussy. I was in heaven.

Then my husband leaned forward to whispered in my ear. “What would you think if someone else saw you this way?” he purred.

A strange tingle went through me, and my heart began to beat faster. I knew Felix could tell that his words were exciting me. “What could I do?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m helpless, aren’t I?”

Felix smiled. He got up and went to the window, then raised the blind for a moment before pulling it down again. It looked like he was giving someone a signal. My nipples were hard as diamonds, and I felt my pussy getting wetter. Felix came back to the bed, and soon we were kissing passionately again.

Then suddenly a sound caught my attention the sound of the kitchen door being opened and closed. I lay very quietly as my husband toyed with my crotch. Then I heard another sound, and I lifted my head slightly to see Charles, our next door neighbor, standing at the foot of the bed.

My heart began to beat much more rapidly, but I kept my mouth shut, not making a sound. The bedroom was deathly quiet. I could see Charles’s eyes on me, could almost feel them. My husband had my dress well above my stocking tops, and Charles was examining my legs, my bare thighs. From where he stood I was sure he could see my panties.

The strangest feeling took over my body. I knew I should have felt embarrassed, maybe even threatened, yet the truth was I really didn’t care how much Charles got to see. I was actually enjoying having another man fill his eyes with my charms, with my husband standing right there watching him enjoying me.

Felix moved away from the bed then, and Charles moved up to take his place. He reached down with his right hand and pulled my dress up a bit higher, uncovering my panties. I stayed completely still, letting him stare, knowing that the panties were probably not doing a very good job of concealing my thick pussy hair.

And then, right there in front of my husband, Charles grabbed for my panties and began to pull them off. My reaction surprised me Instead of objecting, I lifted my hips to make it easier for him. The panties slid down my smooth legs, exposing my cunt.

I watched Charles’s hand dip down to my crotch. I felt his fingers rubbing, teasing, playing with my pubic hair. Then I felt one of them searching. I was very wet when that finger finally slid into my vagina. I looked at Felix as Charles began to work me over his eyes were glued to that moving finger.

Then, for the first time since Charles had entered the room, Felix spoke. “Do you want him to stop?” he asked me.

I paused for just a second, but I didn’t have to think about my answer. “No,” I said.

Charles’s finger was hitting just the right spot inside me, and I soon began to quiver. I was looking straight at my husband when I exploded in an intense orgasm.

Charles left after that, and I have to admit that I was disappointed. I would have liked to have been able to see his cock, to touch it, and yes, even to give him a blowjob while my husband watched.

Just last weekend I got even with Felix. It was his turn to be the passive one in our bondage game, and unbeknownst to him I had made some arrangements with Diane, a coworker of mine, earlier in the week. Now I had my husband tied to the bed, and the timing was perfect Diane arrived in our bedroom within minutes after I had secured Felix’s wrists.

“Hey, what the hell is going on?” Felix wanted to know.

I grinned at him. “Oh hon, I’m just getting even for what you pulled on me a while back,” I answered.

Felix didn’t say another word as Diane approached him. I knew he

really didn’t mind this little surprise a bit. Diane is an attractive blonde in her early 30s, and always ready for some fun. When I had asked her if she would come over and jack my husband off, she hadn’t hesitated with her answer. Now her hands went to Felix’s belt and undid it. I then watched as her fingers pulled down the zipper on his fly. With both hands she took hold of my husband’s pants and without much trouble pulled them down around his knees.

Felix was wearing white boxer shorts, and I wasn’t surprised to see the large bulge in the front of them. Diane didn’t waste any time. She pulled down the shorts, and there was his cock, rigid and stiff, standing straight up. His seven inch tool looked very shiny.

Then Diane, as if in slow motion, reached for his cock and began to move the foreskin up and down. Felix raised his head and watched as Diane begin to jack him off. Her hand started out slowly then began to pick up speed. I knew he was enjoying what she was doing to him, and I suddenly had the impulse to see him enjoy it even more.

“Diane, go down on him,” I said.

She looked at me, not believing what she’d just heard. I spoke up again. “Go ahead and suck him off.”

Diane didn’t say a word as she lowered her head, and I watched with fascination as her mouth took in my husband’s cock. Felix lay his head back on the pillow, obviously enjoying his blowjob. Diane seemed to be a pro at what she was doing. I was getting turned on by listening to the slurping sounds she was making as she sucked Felix’s cock.

I watched the muscles of my husband’s stomach begin to move. I knew he was trying hard not to come, doing his best to hold off on filling Diane’s mouth, wanting to prolong the intense pleasure that this woman was giving him.

“Come on, Diane, make him explode,” I said. Diane sucked him harder and deeper, and then explode he did, thrashing about on the bed in a wild climax. Diane didn’t release his cock from her mouth, but swallowed over and over, taking all of his juices into her tummy. I almost came myself as I watched her suck my husband dry.

Well, we’re even for the time being, but I keep wondering what Felix has planned for me next time. I have the feeling we won’t be even for long, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. J.S., San Diego, California

MAN WASTES NO TIME WHEN HIS WIFE WANTS A SESSION OF B & D

My wife Lucille is generally strong willed and assertive, but there are times when she craves bondage and discipline. The last time she was in this mood we had one very exciting evening. Here’s what happened:

We had just finished showering together and went into the living room where we smoked a couple of joints. I was listening to some music when she got up and went into the bedroom. The next time I looked up, Lucille was standing in the doorway of the bedroom in a black garter belt, black nylons and nothing else. She’s blonde with a nice body, and I grew hard just looking at her.

Lucille said she was going to the bedroom and to give her a minute to get things set up. When I entered the bedroom she was leaning against the headboard of the bed with her hands clutching the post. I knew what she wanted. I tied her wrists to the post and attached belts to her knees, spreading her thighs apart before tying them.

I applied baby oil to her entire body. I then leaned her back with my erection sliding up against her firm bottom. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them, pinching her nipples until they became big, hard and tender.

Moving to her left side, I ran my hand between her legs and gently squeezed her wet, hot vagina. In my other hand I held a feather duster with a thin, 15 inch bamboo handle. I ran the feathers over her nipples and up the crack of her rear end.

In a lust charged voice, Lucille asked me to swat her with the handle, but first I pinched her buttocks while still fingering her pussy. I then started smacking her buttocks, very lightly at first, until she demanded that I make it sting. I snapped the stick against her cheeks, making her quiver with delight. Her asscheeks started getting red, and I continued to stroke them.

This pushed my wife over the edge and she started coming. I’d never seen my wife climax like that in her life. She was in a complete state of exhaustion as I untied her, and she just flopped onto the bed.

I let her rest before making love to her very gently with my tongue. We ended up in a 69 position. Lucille teased my swollen cock with her lips until I was ready to come. Then she opened her mouth and took me in, gulping down my creamy load as I climaxed. It was a very memorable evening for us and we are thinking about reversing the B&D roles next time.

Frederick C., New York