practice CFNM with wife tips

 Clothed female, naked male (CFNM) refers to a scenario, usually sexual in nature, in which a female is wearing clothes and a male is not. Clothed female, naked male is a common theme in female domination, or femdom, scenarios. Being completely naked in front of a clothed dominant female helps emphasize the male's vulnerability and submission as well as the female's control. While the male is naked, the female is free to participate in a number of sexual acts, including erotic humiliation, erotic teasing, pegging, cock-and-ball torture and bondage. Clothed female, naked male may be portrayed in erotic literature as well as pornographic movies and pictures. This term is often referred to by its acronym, CFNM, in the BDSM scene.

You don't have to be deep into the BDSM scene nor do you have to be an experienced dominatrix to introduce clothed female, naked male scenarios in the bedroom. Chances are your lover will be more than happy to strip down for some new and exciting sex games. To start, have your man strip down to just his birthday suit, and take it from there. If femdom isn't your thing, you can make the experience a little more intimate by teasing your partner, giving him an erotic massage, or performing fellatio.

Happy Valentine's Day!

 I could hardly contain my excitement – today was Valentine’s Day. Thoughts of the intimate pleasures we would share filled my brain and I dreamed about him touching and stroking every inch of my body. I looked around my home with satisfaction. Lit candles were strategically placed en route to the bedroom, the table was set with fresh flowers, and a bottle of sparkling wine and two champagne flutes were in the refrigerator. A note by the door that read, “Come upstairs if you dare.” I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, one piece at a time.

I didn’t have long to wait. I heard the car pull up, the door opening, and finally I heard his voice. “I’m here,” he called. He laughed as he read the note and noticed my clothes strewn all over the stairs. “I dare,” he responded. I heard him bounding up the stairs and my heart started pounding with anticipation. He burst into the room and we exchanged steamy looks.

We kissed as his hands slid all over my body. I loved the way he touched me and I couldn’t wait to feel his naked body, so I stripped off his clothes and pushed him onto the bed. I turned on my favorite CD and began to do a slow striptease. While I was dancing for him, my hands began to roam all over my body and my gaze slid down to his erect penis. My discarded lingerie mingled with his clothes on the floor.

Finally he couldn’t stand the tension and teasing any more. “Come here,” he growled as he pulled me on to the bed. “You’re in for it now. I’ll teach you what happens when you tease me.” He massaged my body until slowly his kneading melted into something more sensual. His hands brushed over my body and his tongue followed closely behind. He worked his way back up to my face and we kissed again, each of us greedily sucking the other’s lips. “That feels so good,” I mumbled through my pleasure.

His attention moved to my full breasts where he lapped and licked my nipples. He closed his eyes and breathed in my fresh scent. “You smell good enough to eat,” he said, “and that’s just what I intend to do.” His tongue trailed down around my navel then lower still to my thighs. He pushed them apart and gently cupped my buttocks with his hands while his mouth continued to brushed against my skin. Finally he moved to my sweet spot.

As he spread my lips apart he could feel how wet I was. He slid a finger into my vagina and probed deeply. I thrust my pelvis up toward him so he put another finger inside me, stimulating my G-spot as he caressed my clit with his tongue. I was writhing in ecstasy and I wanted him so intensely. His tongue began to move faster and faster while his fingers were thrusting and twisting, driving me closer and closer to the point of no return.

“Oh my,” I said, “that feels amazing! I don’t want you to stop, but you have to or I’m going to come all over you. Please, let me pleasure you now,” I pleaded. I pushed him down on the bed and kissed him passionately. Breaking away, I let my breasts hang down and moved them in a caress all over his chest. Then I trailed my tongue down and around his chest all the way to his pubic hair.

I encouraged his fingers to play with my clitoris and vagina while I put my lips on his rock hard penis. I sucked on his head, softly and shallowly at first, then pulling it deeper and deeper into my mouth. My mouth and tongue were moving up and down and I moistened my hand and gripped his shaft to provide him with even more intense pleasure. Every now and then I would circle my tongue around his balls or the head of his penis. My tongue found the spot on the underside of his balls that drove him crazy and I flicked it back and forth until finally neither one of us could take it any longer. “I want you inside me,” I demanded. “And I want it doggie style.”

“Works for me,” he said, as he urged me onto my knees. He positioned himself behind me and cupped my breasts. His cock was ready to burst as he guided it to my wet and waiting vagina. He began moving slowly in and out of me, going deeper with every movement. “You feel so good!” I exclaimed. As he thrust into me I pushed back against him, rolling my hips in a way that provided friction and pleasure for both.

I tightened my vaginal muscles and sent him into orbit. At the same time, I used one hand to rub my clitoris and within seconds I was gasping for breath and feeling my whole body climax like it never had before. We rocked together a few more moments, enjoying every orgasmic spasm and then sagged together onto the bed.

Sated, he curled up behind me, cupping my breast in his right hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” we said simultaneously as we lay on the bed enjoying the contentment of the moment.

~Rona

Lansing, MI

Getting by with a little help from your friends

 The damp spring air hit the four of us immediately as we stepped outside the hotel. It was 1:30 am and we’d been partying hard all evening at the annual charity ball. Joe and I climbed into our rented limo and Steve and Alice climbed in after us, sitting across from us in the roomy, plush back seat.

“Judy, I think I’m going to have to crash for a few minutes,” Joe mumbled to me as he sank down in his seat. Joe looked across at Steve, shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes.

“Goodnight, buddy” Steve said fondly. I couldn’t get mad at Joe for being a party pooper. After all, he did work late every night the past week and he had foolishly done those two shots of tequila with Steve shortly before we left the ballroom. I was feeling kind of sleepy myself.

Steve and Alice, on the other hand, were giggly and physical – newlyweds married less than a year. Joe and I thought Steve would never get married. Being single was just too much fun for him. Then along came perky, witty and beautiful Alice, and Steve fell head over heals. Their wedding soon followed.

It wasn’t long before the toasty inside air, dim lights and remnants of too many martinis made my eyes start to flag. Facing a 40-minute ride to the suburbs, I slid down in my seat a bit and got comfortable as Steve and Alice poured themselves some champagne from the service bar. “Goodnight Judy and Joe” I heard them whisper as I drifted off to sleep.

What seemed like just moments later I was awakened from my sleep by heavy breathing and soft, urgent moaning. I opened my eyes slightly and could see that Alice was straddling Steve. She held her evening gown up around her waist and everything below was nude.

My eyes were wide open as I realized that Alice was fucking Steve slowly and methodically right in front of me. Down and up she went, Steve’s rock-hard penis moving in and out of her pink, swollen pussy lips.

It felt wrong but I couldn’t stop watching. Each time Alice moved up and down I could hear the sucking sound of her engorged pussy taking Steve in and out. “Oh baby, you feel so nice, you fuck me so nice,” Alice moaned as the air filled with the pungent, sweet smell of their juices. Then Steve pulled down the top of Alice’s gown, revealing supple, white breasts with large pink areolas. Steve cupped her breasts with his hands and squeezed softly, causing a groan of delight from Alice. Then Steve’s hands traveled to Alice’s hard, perky ass, and his index finger reached out and stroked the outside of Alice’s pussy lips as his penis moved in and out.

Free from the dress, Alice’s breasts bobbed up and down now with her movements and Steve reached his lips to catch a nipple and suck for a few seconds. Alice reached one hand back and stroked Steve’s balls. At this point I was wide awake and feeling achy and hot between my legs. I felt guilty for watching their lovemaking, but they were oblivious to my presence and I simply couldn’t stop.

Steve and Alice’s moans became faster and more urgent, and I could see beads of sweat breaking on their skin just before they convulsed together in an intense, multiple thrust orgasm. They covered each other’s mouths to muffle their final groans of delight. Then Alice lifted off Steve, rolled over back into her seat and straightened her dress. For a moment I could see Steve’s penis, wet, shiny and still pretty hard as he carefully tucked it into his tuxedo pants. I quickly closed my eyes and feigned sleep.

“Joe, Judy, we’re at your house,” they called softly a few moments later. I sat up and stretched, pretending not to notice the thick odor of sperm and pussy juice in the air or Alice and Steve’s disheveled appearance. Joe woke up and bid our friends goodbye, confirming that they would tip the limo driver and be sure to call soon for another get together.

As I turned to wave goodnight, Alice winked and smiled at me. I still haven’t figured out exactly what that meant. Snuggled in our bed a few minutes later, Joe and I made love. I climbed on top of him and rode him slowly, my pussy aching with the tension from watching Alice and Steve. I stroked my breasts and put Joe’s finger on my pussy lips, where he stroked them softly as I squeezed them up and down his red swollen penis. Suddenly I came with violent, luscious convulsions. Joe came right after and as we lay next to each other, he commented that he couldn’t remember me being that wet and horny in years.

Thanks, friends, for your limo lovin’

My Roommate's Guy - Her bitchy roommate had it coming to her!

 To say my college roommate and I don’t get along would be an understatement. We were kind of thrown together by mutual friends when both of us were in need of a place to live for our junior year but there were tensions immediately. I’m a neat freak and she’s a clutterer. She always leaves her shit laying everywhere – the furniture, floor, dirty dishes in the sink – and it drives me nuts I figured I could deal with her for a few semesters but wasn’t prepared for her utter sloppiness. Dirty dishes in the sink became a fixture. Wall to wall clutter filled the living room. It would get out of hand unless I tidied it up.

Once again I had to come home and clean up the place in order to do my homework in peace. After straightening the clutter and starting my project, my roommate Candice busted in the room laughing with her boyfriend, Brandon. She ignorantly said “Hey” and passed me without looking to see if I was busy or not. She just continued blabbering about whatever she was discussing, and led Brandon to her room. Brandon walked near me and kindly greeted me with a “Hello” and warm smile as usual. I felt his big hand land on my shoulder and gently slide off as he passed by. Chills ran down my spine as I continued my homework, trying to ignore them both. However, Brandon was highly noticeable. It sickened me to know he’s dating Candice and doesn’t know how she really is when he isn’t around. She acts like a princess in public, but is a lazy pig at home. If the place gets cleaned, I do it. Hell, I can just hear her bragging about how clean her place is now. What a bitch.

Just when I was finishing up, I heard Candice’s squeaky room door open. Brandon walked out with the same cute smile he always wore. He comfortably sat down and we talked. It seemed like we would talk about the things Candice failed to talk to him about. We actually had a lot in common – like both being psychology majors. If you ask me, he needs to be with a girl like me instead of Candice. Candice only likes him for his looks. He is about six feet even, athletic, and has a trimmed goatee that compliments his smile and eyes. He is sexy, and I struggle to ignore his cool swagger just to respect Candice and myself. After a brief chat, he disappeared back into the room and I fell asleep on the couch in my shorts and a big T-shirt.

The next morning I woke up early as usual. I walked over to our small kitchen to find Brandon shirtless and drinking coffee. He said he remembered how I like coffee in the morning, so he took the initiative to make some for us. I shyly made my way over to grab a mug. Brandon then stepped in front of me and opened his arms to welcome a hug. I just smiled and leaned in to give him a friendly hug. He gripped me tight, pulled me in closer, and gave me a long warm hug. Shockingly he told me “You don’t have to pretend anymore”. I let go of him and asked him what he meant. Unexpectedly, he stepped to me, hooked me in with one arm, and gave me a kiss. I didn’t know what to think, and words couldn’t describe how I felt. I kissed him back, finally being able to grab and rub his body. His strong muscles tightened as he lifted me off the floor and onto the counter. His lips traveled down to my neck, and he softly kissed and sucked on me. His tongue made circles and all kinds of shapes all over my neck, and by then I could feel his stiff cock between my legs.

I then felt his strong hands grip my hips and slide up my back, to my bra strap. I broke from his trance and remembered Candice could walk in any minute. She always slept in late, so he didn’t stick around this early for nothing. We both knew we wanted each other, and with nothing said, he proceeded to take off my panties. I gently refused Brandon’s next kiss and pushed him back. Yet the way he looked at me made me want him more. My mind was telling me no, however, I let him roll my moist panties down to my ankles. He teased me with kisses that started at my feet and slowly made way up my thighs. Brandon then firmly placed his tongue on my clit. I struggled to hold in my moans as he vibrated and sucked on my hot spot while fingers slid inside of me.

I anxiously removed my loose shirt and bra. He used one of his hands to reach up a massage my breasts while his lips were still locked on my throbbing clit. Brandon then stood up and gave me more kisses. I began to slide down the basketball shorts he was wearing, and his meaty cock swung out. I took one last peak at the end of the kitchen to make sure Candice wasn’t going to pop up. I eagerly grabbed him by the waist and reeled him in. The tip of his cock slowly seeped in me until his whole stick disappeared. He filled me up with slow, deep strokes. I held my legs open for him to give me all he had to offer. He leaned down, sucked on my breasts, and began feeding me even faster. I held onto his body tight, grasped for air and biting down on his shoulders trying not moan out loud. That’s until he lifted me from the counter and into the air. His eyes beamed right into mine and he continued to give me more of him. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as over bearing pleasure shot through my body. Brandon only stroked nonstop, telling me to take it.

His strong body held me up, and with his juicy cock still inside of me, he then walked us into the living room. He threw me onto the couch and I landed with a thud. We paused for a bit, hoping the sound didn’t wake Candice. He calmly smiled and threw my legs over his shoulders. Brandon’s aggressiveness really turned me on. He acted as if he knew we were going to have sex and planned every position. The head of his dick teased my wet hole. He planted his warm lips on my ankles, and slowly eased himself in. We then got into this crazy sexy rhythm. I was close to cumming and he was, too. Just before I was ready to explode, we heard Candice’s loud yawn. But it was too late for him! He pulled out quickly and I could tell his knees went weak. He shot his load all over the living room carpet as he desperately tried to compose himself! It was actually kind of funny! We shockingly looked at each other and scurried to get up. I dashed to the kitchen to recover my clothes. Before I could get my shorts on, I heard the squeaky bedroom door open. Candice then appeared in the kitchen to see me pouring a mug of coffee.

“Hey skank” she said, which is what she usually says every morning. She made herself a cup of coffee and made her way to the living room. I hurried behind her, in fear that she would find Brandon half naked. I was getting ready to come up with an escape method, until we reached the living room to find Brandon asleep and snoring. I chuckled to myself when he then woke up and greeted us good morning as he would any regular morning. Candice asked him if he slept ok. “I slept great!” he responded. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss. I silently watched as he kissed her while glancing over at me. Lastly my morning ended, but me and Brandon both knew we’d meet up again early one morning soon.

She's The One They Call Dr. Feelgood

 I was having trouble keeping my mind on what he was saying.  His deep baritone voice filled my head with naughty thoughts.  In my mind, I envisioned him in far fewer clothes, perfect abs rippling across his delicious midriff.  His hair lay in loose dark curls about his chiseled jawline, framing his large green eyes in a way that beckoned to me.  It was easy to imagine those large hands of his caressing my breasts and his full, pouty lips grazing my delicate skin.

“I just don’t really have time to invest in talking with you during normal hours.  Would you be willing to come by this evening after the office is closed?  Say about six?”

“Absolutely.  I am sure I will be able to provide you with everything you need.”

Oh, you have no idea how right you are about that, I thought to myself.  “Yes, I am sure you can.  I will see you then.”

Once the last patient had been seen and my staff had left for the day, I ditched my white coat and unbuttoned my silk blouse enough to show off more than a little of my full breasts.  Pulling my long dark hair from the loose bun at the back of my head, I let it fall loosely across my shoulders and finished off my look by freshening up my makeup and adding a vibrant red glossy lipstick.  Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with my overall appearance.  There was no doubt that the one word that would come to mind when he saw me was “fuckable.”

I could tell by the expression on his face when he arrived that I was completely right.  His eyes roamed unabashedly down my petite frame and back up to my face as I introduced myself.  Rather than sitting behind my desk as I would with most pharmacy reps, I sat on the outside edge facing him.  I was perfectly aware that my legs were the focal point of his field of vision and I crossed them for effect, idly caressing one of them with my hand as he spoke.  I could tell from the tone of his voice and content of his sales pitch that he was having a hard time focusing on the business he had thought he was there to conduct.

“This particular drug helps to increase male libido,” he said, handing me a sample pack for my review.

“Do you take it?” I asked seductively.

“Um, no.  I do not.”

“Why not?”  I knew I was pushing all the right buttons as he shifted slightly in his seat to hide the growing bulge beneath his expensive trousers.

“Well…I don’t need it,” he replied, his eyes boldly meeting mine.

“I think I would prefer a sample of that,” I replied, my eyes drifting toward his crotch.

“A sample of what?”

“Your libido.”

He looked at me for a moment, clearly astonished by my words.  Then, the momentary confusion passed and he rose from his chair, walking toward me.  His hot mouth covered mine, pushing my lips apart and searching my eager mouth with his incredible tongue.  It was strong and I quickly found myself wanting it elsewhere. I could feel a sudden flood of moisture soaking through my thin lace panties as he brought a hand down to my crotch, sliding one hand inside to massage my pussy with his fingers.

I felt possessed as I sprang forward, pushing him back into the chair sitting in front of my desk.  I made quick work of unzipping his pants and pulling his hard pulsating cock to freedom, pleased with the incredible girth and length as I took it into my mouth, licking and sucking at it as if it were a favorite lollipop.  It pulsated to life against my tongue, throbbing with the healthy blood flow that created his sizeable erection.  Taking it firmly in hand, I massaged it slowly up and down as I stood, slipping out of my panties and mounting him, eager to feel him inside of me.

Our bodies melded together perfectly as I rode him like a wild animal in heat, taking every inch of him deep inside of me.  My hips ground heavily against his.  I pushed forward again and again, pulling him deeply inside of me as I moaned loudly and begged him to fuck me harder, faster…angrier.  I couldn’t get enough of him, pumping his cock with the slick muscles of my pussy and forming an incredible friction that seemed to go on forever before sending us both into incredible waves of orgasm that left us gasping for breath.

We made an appointment for the same time next week and parted ways, satisfied and looking forward to our next appointment.

Should she risk it all for another night with him - College Grind

 After graduating college, I spent some time as a grad assistant while waiting for an opening as a full time professor.  I was almost thirty by the time I finally received a call from a neighboring university offering me a prime position.  The weekend before I was to begin teaching, my girlfriends surprised me with a girls’ night out to celebrate my new career.  It was a wild night of drinking and dancing that ended with sexcapades leading to one of the most awkward moments of my life.

I was well into my third vodka and cranberry when a hot younger guy sauntered up to our table and asked if I wanted to dance.  I was reluctant, really just wanting to hang with my friends, but even they could see that he was a piece of action that I needed in my life, at least for one night.  They pushed me to dance with him and I didn’t put up much resistance, letting him lead me out to the crowded dance floor.  We were surrounded by sweaty bodies gyrating to the pulse pounding music that blared from the DJ’s booth.

His gaze remained fixed on mine the entire time we danced, his smoldering dark eyes drawing me in deeper.  The way he moved his body was positively sinful.  I could just imagine the ripped abs and muscular chest that were encased in the deep blue shirt he wore atop a pair of acid washed jeans that hugged his perfect tush like a glove.  Somewhere between songs, as the music continued to pump all around us, I learned that his name was Brian and told him mine was Rebekah.

My friends weren’t surprised at all when I ditched them and left with what promised to be a great lay.  It was part of the girl code to never stand in the way of a potential one night stand, unless the layee was too intoxicated to realize she had snagged a real sloth of some sort.  This guy was certainly no sloth and I was only a bit tipsy, so I found myself being shipped off by my friends with a couple of winks and even a slap on the ass from my best friend.

We were barely out of the car before we were tripping along the sidewalk, pawing at each other’s clothes like we were going to get naked and do it on the front lawn.  I could feel his hard-on pressing against my ass while I fumbled to get my key in the lock and pushed the front door open.  We spilled forward into my living room as he kicked the door closed behind him and pinned me across my living room sofa, pushing up my short dress and yanking my panties down.

[adrotate group=”9″]I moaned loudly as his skilled tongue and mouth brought me to several mind numbing orgasms, each one more intense than the next.  Just when I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore, he pulled away and I heard the sound of his pants unzipping.  Then he was inside me, pounding into me from behind as I lay folded over the arm of the couch.  He seemed to last forever, leaving me panting and weak from multiple orgasms before he finally came inside of me with a loud groan.  We had sex several more times that night, each one livelier than the next.  By the time we said our goodbyes the next morning I could already feel how sore I was from the physical exertion of the sexually frenzied night before.

I was feeling pretty good the rest of the day, just thinking about how fantastic the sex with him had been.  Once the morning after sex glow passed, I spent the rest of the evening getting ready for my first day of teaching class and went to sleep feeling excited about my first day of work.  The next morning, I was up early and ready to tackle the classroom head on.  I was prepared for anything…or so I thought.

I instructed arriving students to pick up a copy of the syllabus from my desk before taking a seat until one came in that I immediately recognized.  For a moment, I was completely speechless.  Standing in front of me was the gorgeous young stud from the club.  Should I address it or just pretend it didn’t happen?  He brought a single finger to his lips and winked at me before taking his seat.  Fortunately, he was an excellent student and didn’t need any special favors that he felt the need to call in.  Neither of us ever mentioned what had happened, though I often found myself leaving the classroom with damp panties and considering whether I should risk another night with him.

Geek To Go Is Good To Go!A neglected wife, an infected computer and a hot service techie

 The best part of my job as a writer is that I work the hours I choose, but it can also be lonely working from home. I have a husband that works in IT. He heads up some very large projects, often working into the night, and is too tired for sex when he gets home, so I’m often more sexually frustrated than the erotic characters I create.

So, it should be no surprise what happened last week. My computer had been giving me shit for several days – freezing, odd pop-ups and more signs of some vicious malware. I’d nagged my husband to fix it for me but he kept putting it off. Can you imagine that? He’s an IT professional and I couldn’t even get him to fix MY computer! So, finally, I decided to call one of those Geek-To-Go business to come out and squash the pesky virus that had been making my life hell. The techie arrived much earlier than expected. I had just gotten out of bed. Wrapped only in a silk kimono style mini robe, I answered the door to find an incredibly hot technician standing there. He was tall and muscular with intoxicating green eyes and closely clipped dark hair.

“I’m here to check out your laptop,” he said, his eyes roaming down my long legs.

“I wasn’t expecting you so early. It’s upstairs in my office. Come on in,” I told him, stepping back as he sauntered in with a soft sided tool kit in hand. I closed the door and climbed the stairwell with him in tow. I had no doubt that his eyes were on my ass as I climbed the steps ahead of him. Secretly, I was enjoying the thought that he might be getting an eyeful. In fact, I was getting a little turned on by the idea.

After showing him where everything was, I excused myself to take a shower downstairs. I needed to get my day started and could use the time beneath the hot water to explore how aroused I had become by him. Due to the lack of sex in my house, I was already an old pro at getting myself off in the shower. I knew all the right places to touch myself and didn’t hold back as I leaned against the rear wall and stroked my clit, finger fucking myself until I came forcefully.

Rinsing off, I stepped from the shower and dried off before stepping into a short summer tank dress that hugged my every curve, foregoing any underthings. Despite the self-love, I was still feeling a bit randy. Masturbation is always a great release, but sometimes what you really want is to fill the hard pounding flesh of a man. I climbed the steps to the office to check on his progress and was surprised to find him looking a bit flustered as I walked into the office. There was a noticeable bulge in his khakis and he couldn’t take his eyes off my hardened nipples as they pressed against my dress.

[adrotate group=”9″]“How are we doing in here?” I asked innocently.

“W-we’re up and running. I just ran some security diagnostics and set you up with the latest virus protection. Your performance has improved greatly.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he had read the erotic short story I had been writing the night before and still had pulled up on my screen. That is why he looked so startled and was obviously hard as a rock beneath his perfectly pressed pants. Without a word, I reached down and began unfastening his pants, sliding them down his legs with his boxer briefs in tow. I looked appreciatively at the large piece of equipment in his pants as it sprang forward, eager for action.

“Oh God,” he said as I reached for his cock and stroked it with my hands, enjoying how long and thick it felt in my small hands.

“I’ve got a busy day and I’m sure you have a schedule to keep, so I’m going to need you to skip the niceties and just fuck me,” I told him as I pulled my dress over my head.

“Yes ma’am,” was all he said as he pushed me against a nearby wall and pulled my ass upward, wedging me between the sheetrock and the hard angles of his body. Then, he was inside me, pumping into me vigorously as he gave me exactly what I had in mind from the moment I saw him standing on my doorstep. My loud moans filled the upper level of my house, harmonizing with his grunts and groans as he fucked me hard and fast, his hot mouth sucking at my nipples. My orgasms began mounting in waves that shattered throughout my pussy as he ground his hips forward to fill me to the hilt and exploded deep inside.

Since then, I’ve been contemplating whether I should periodically unplug my modem and call for service, requesting a particular technician, of course. I might even have to check out a few other service types.

~Heather S.

Denver, CO

Three's Company - Her loving boyfriend helps her fulfill one of her most daring fantasies.

 Believe it or not, a lot of women watch porn. I’ve been watching it since college when a group of us in the sorority house would play drinking games to it. Shots for every fake orgasm can get you quite drunk real fast!  I’ ve acted out many scenarios from my favorite movies but there was one thing I’ve always wanted to try but had never gotten the opportunity to experience, and that was double penetration. When I started dating Wade, I thought that maybe this would be my chance. He was my first boyfriend who was more sexually experienced than I was, and even more importantly, he was always up for an adventure. By the time I brought up this fantasy, we’d already had many sexual adventures together.

One night, when I was on top of him with his cock deep inside me, I asked him to play with my asshole. At first, he just traced the rim, but when I urged him on, he pushed against it while he fucked me. Soon he had his pinkie finger inside my ass while his cock pulsed inside my pussy, and I came as intensely as I ever had.

I fantasized about the idea of having a cock in my ass and another in my pussy from that point on, but I wasn’t sure whether to bring it up with Wade. Having one of his fingers combined with his dick was a whole different ball game than another man’s cock. And besides. Wade has a jealous streak and can be a little insecure but he is totally devoted to me and would do anything to make me happy. So the situation presented itself quite handily when Wade’s friend Michael paid us an unexpected visit. He travels all around the world for his job, and he s often gone for months at a time. We never know when to expect him back home, but he always has great stories, plus he’s really hot. When he showed up outside our door on this occasion, he was deeply tanned, with the beginnings of a beard. He looked strong and rugged and, despite myself, I got wet as he gave me a long, slow smile and whistled at my outfit a butt baring denim miniskirt and a tight purple tank top without a bra. I smiled and welcomed him inside.

[adrotate group=”9″]Wade had gone out to the grocery store, so we were alone, and I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to Michael. My erect nipples pressed against my tank top, and when I turned and reached up to get him a glass for a drink, I wondered if he was checking out my ass. I hoped so, and I suddenly had a feeling it was finally time to confess to Wade the idea that had been floating through my mind for weeks. When I handed Michael the cold glass, I made sure to accidentally brush my breast against his arm. He didn’t recoil, but simply smiled at me, and I stood closer than necessary as I watched him drink.

“Thanks, Kim,” he said, giving me an appraising look that I could swear meant he was mentally undressing me with his eyes. He drained the glass, then turned toward me. I could see his erection, and I had a feeling he’d noticed me looking at it. Before we could do anything inappropriate, Wade walked in the door, laden down with snacks and drinks.

“Welcome back!” he said, putting everything down and giving his friend a hug. I put away the groceries while the two of them caught up. As I went about my task, my mind conjured increasingly naughty fantasies. By the time I was done and went to cuddle next to Wade on the couch, my cheeks were bright red. When Michael got up to use the rest room, I turned toward Wade and kissed him lustily. He started to kiss me back but then pulled away. “What about Michael?” he asked.

I straddled him and felt his hard-on beneath me.  I leaned close and whispered in my boyfriend’s ear. What if we invited Michael to join us in bed? He could have my ass and you could have my pussy, or the other way around. “I think it’d be so hot to have two cocks in me at once,” I whispered.  “And I bet he d be up for it.”

Wade’s whole demeanor changed, and he looked at me with awe. “Kim! I never knew you wanted to try a DP. But I do know you love to have your ass filled. Sure, let s see what he says.”

We must have had suspicious looks on our faces, because Michael looked at us quizzically and asked, “What s up?”

Wade pushed me toward his friend. “Kim wants to ask you something,”  he said. Michael’s gaze darted back and forth between us and finally focused on me. I walked right up to him, so close that our hips were touching, then slid my hand up his shirt until I found his nipple.

“I want to ask you . . . ” I said as I lightly touched his nub, ” if you d do us the honor of joining us in bed. I’ve never had two men at once, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have deflower me.” I was nervous about what he d say, and instead of looking up at Michael ‘s face, I lifted his soft t shirt and sucked on his tiny nipple. It hardened against my tongue, and he moaned, placing his hand on my back.

Yes, yes, yes, he finally said once I’d lavished his nipple with as much attention as any of us could stand. Not wanting to waste another second, we walked upstairs to our bedroom as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

“Come here, baby,” Wade said, and then he immediately pulled off my skirt and panties and got on his knees to lick my pussy. Once he decided to let his friend join us, he had no qualms about jumping right in himself to really enjoy the action. Michael began kissing the back of my neck, then massaging my shoulders. I moved so I was sitting on the bed, my legs spread wide while Wade feasted on my pussy and Michael continued his powerful backrub. Then I turned around so my boyfriend could eat me from behind and I could suck his friend’s cock. With the combination of Michael’s large, hard dick in my mouth and Wade s expert pussy eating, I was well on my way to my first orgasm.

“Your girlfriend is a wonderful cocksucker,” Michael said to Wade, and being praised for my sexual skills turned me on even more. I sucked him deeper and harder until I had him swallowed to the hilt, and when Wade added fingers to his tongue’s movements, I bucked against him as I came fiercely. Michael then shot his load right into my mouth, and I shuddered with delight.

Then it was time for the real fun to begin. Wade got out a bottle of lube and handed it to Michael before lying down on his back on the bed. His cock was rock hard, and I climbed on top of him. “You first,” Michael said magnanimously, and I slithered down onto Wade s pole, smiling at my boyfriend. He pulled me close and even spread my asscheeks open so his friend could smear lube onto my back hole.

“You’re so hot,” Wade whispered in my ear, and I spasmed around his dick. In moments, Michael was placing his cockhead at my backdoor. I moaned, so glad that I wasn’t just getting to fuck two men, but two men so intent on my pleasure. Michael plunged his cock between my cheeks, and Wade let go of them so he could tease my nipples. Soon I was pressed between them, the meat of this man sandwich, and filled in the most amazing way.

I’d been fucked in the ass before, but having two big, powerful cocks sharing space inside me was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced. “You’re so tight,” Michael murmured as he sawed in and out of me. I couldn’t really move that much, though Wade shifted his hands to my hips and lightly rocked me, but it didn’t matter. I came easily with both cocks stuffing my holes, then kissed my boyfriend again as his friend worked up a rhythm. They were as overcome with excitement as I was, and soon Michael was spurting another load into my ass while Wade delivered a powerful jet of cream to my cunt. Michael eased out of me, and when I pulled apart from Wade, I realized I was literally full of cum, which was dripping out of both holes. I smiled at each man, then kissed them in turn.

We invited Michael to stay the night, but he opted to head for his apartment and get a good night’s sleep. Wade and I, on the other hand, hardly slept at all because we were so aroused by the memory of what we’d just done. We were also busy plotting the many other erotic adventures we hope to have in the near future. From now on, it’s anything goes!

~Kimberly T.

Miami, FL

Hitching A Ride A wild wife fulfills her husband's hitchhiking fantasy

 It was my husband’s fantasy, but I was open to the idea from the beginning. I’m no prude. I like to try new things.

The scenario was simple my husband would play the part of a naive young hitchhiker and I would be the older seductress and give him a ride. I would pick him up on the highway and seduce him.

I checked myself in the full-length mirror and decided I looked like a slut. I smiled. “Perfect,” I said aloud.

“I’m leaving,” he said from the other room.

“All right,” I replied. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said.

I backed the car out of the garage and headed toward the highway. I had just made the turn onto the highway when I saw him about 500 feet ahead of me. Jack rarely wears jeans, but somewhere he had come up with a worn out pair that fit him like a second skin. He wore a plain white cotton T-shirt, and had a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder. As I got closer, I saw he had shaved his beard and combed his hair differently. If I hadn’t been looking for him, I wouldn’t have recognized him.

I stopped the car about 50 feet in front of him, and pushed the button to lower the window on the passenger side of the car.

He leaned over to look into the car and I saw his eyes widen. Good, I thought. He likes what he sees. I leaned over the console that separated the seats to give him a clear view of my breasts.

“Need a ride?” I asked in my most sultry voice.

“Yeah,” he said, opening the door and climbing in.

“Where ya headed?” I asked giving him my best Can-I-suck-your-cock? smile.

“California,” he replied.

God, he looked sexy without his beard. He easily looked 10 years younger, and that T-shirt stretched across his chest was making my pussy throb.

We drove in silence for some time. My naked pussy was leaking onto the leather seat. He played his part well. I broke the silence.

“Do you smoke?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a boyish smile, “want one?” He reached into his jeans and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes.

I giggled at his act. “No, I mean do you smoke pot?”

“Oh,” he said, “I’ve tried it a few times.

I had hidden a joint in my bra before leaving home. I reached into my bra and pretended that I couldn’t find it.

“I have a joint in here somewhere,” I said pointing toward my tits, “but I can’t find it. Would you help me?”

His face actually reddened as he stammered. “Yeah, sure.”

I leaned toward him allowing him to snake one cold hand into my bra. He took the opportunity to feel both my swollen breasts in an effort to find the elusive joint. He found the neady rolled cigarette and laid it on the console between us.

“How old are you?” I asked as small impulses of desire ran from my breasts directly to my fully erect clit.

He thrust his chest forward proudly. “Eighteen,” he said.

“So,” I said, “you smoke, do you drink?”

“You mean like beer and stuff?” He asked.

I smiled again. “Yeah, like beer and stuff.” I said. This was more fun than I had imagined.

“Yeah, I like beer.”

“Well why don’t we go back to my house? I’ve got some cold beer there, and we could smoke that joint. We could have our own little party. What do ya think?”

“Sounds good,” he said, never removing his eyes from my nearly naked thighs.

[adrotate group=”9″]I turned the car around and headed back home. Part of his fantasy was to be taken back to the woman’s house. That was fine with me. I would be much more relaxed in my own bedroom.

Back in our living room, he took a seat on the sofa while I got us a beer. Before sitting down next to him I lit the joint and took a big hit, then passed it to him. We smoked about half the joint before I put it in the ashtray.

I leaned toward him again showing off my breasts. “See anything you like?” I asked.

He looked down my dress. “Yeah,” he stammered.

I leaned into him and planted a wet kiss on his lips, sucking his tongue into mv mouth. True to his act, his hands stayed at his side. I was going too have to do it all, but that was O.K. I was enjoying myself.

“Are you having fun?” I asked. He simply nodded. I pulled the denim down over his hips and saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick was at full attention and I grabbed it with both hands as I swallowed as much of it as I could take, feeling the soft head bump against the back of my throat. The first drops of pre-cum were salty on my tongue. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up to see his eyes closed and his head resting on the back on the sofa.

“Come with me.” I commanded as I stood up. I used his hard cock like a leash to lead him into the bedroom. He used both hands to hold his jeans up enough to keep from tripping over them. I pulled the covers back on the bed and said, “Make yourself comfortable.”

He sat on the edge of the bed as I slowly removed my dress and my bra. I stood before him in just my stockings, garter belt and heels. I turned my back to him, bending over to show him my swollen pussy. When I turned to face him again, I could see him stroking his engorged member. I leaned forward and placed one of my nipples in his mouth. I wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more. I couldn’t remember ever being this hot, and the real beauty was I could do anything I wanted to. I was in charge.

I pushed him back onto the bed, and straddled his face. I moved my pussy from his mouth to his steely dick, engulfing him inside me in one swift motion. His cock was like a hot poker inside me burning his own desire into mine. I sat straight up, grinding my pussy hard against him, rocking back and forth.

I could tell by the look on his face he was having trouble controlling his own explosion. He sat halfway up and took one breast in each hand, squeezing hard as he thrust his hips upward. I reached between us and squeezed the base of his cock as hard as I could to delay his ejaculation. I never used dirty language, but tonight I could do and say anything I wanted. “Oh fuck,” I screamed as I showered his cock with my sticky juices. Then I said something I had never said in my life.

“Fuck me in the ass.” He was as surprised as I was. We had had anal sex before, but it had always been done very gently, and I had never begged to be fucked in the ass.

“Are you sure?” he asked. It was my loving husband speaking, not the hitchhiker.

“Yes,” I begged, “fuck me hard in the ass.” I got on all fours, buried my head in a pillow and stuck my ass straight up in the air. I watched over my shoulder as he finished undressing and stroked his dick as he approached my ass. I wanted to act as nasty and as dirty as I could. I saw him reach into the bedside table for what I assumed was some lube and a condom.

I was prepared for whatever pain was to come, but to my surprise I opened freely to him. He started to penetrate me little by little trying to be gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted. He whispered in my ear, “Are you all right?”

“Oh yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

And he did. Slowly at first, afraid he was going to hurt me. But when I started to thrust myself against him, he got caught up in the passion. I could feel his balls slap against my pussy. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and squeezed my cheeks in his strong fingers. I joined him with a mind crashing orgasm of my own pounding the bed with my fists.

We rolled over onto our sides, his semierect dick still buried in my butt. He put one arm around me and pulled me close to him.

“I love you,” he said.

“Mmmm,” was the only response I could muster.

“The next fantasy is yours,” he said.

“Mmmm, okay,” I said, already plotting on getting him and another guy in bed at the same time. I really love this man.

When two guys want her, what's a girl to do? Stage a contest! Decisions, Decisions

 I’ve been reading Scandalous! since high school and I must admit it probaby influenced me in ways my mother would never approve of! Nick was my high school sweetheart but by the time we went to college, I was looking to explore new horizons which, unfortunately, couldn’t include him. So even though I broke his heart, we remained friends with benefits. He always said he wanted to stick around until I came to my senses and we could get back together – which made it a little awkward when I started seeing Brian. Nick was a sweet guy, sensitive and always eager to please me. He gave the best head! Brian, though, was a bad boy with a level of arrogance only matched by the size of his cock. Yum!

That’s how I found myself in a rather precarious situation – sitting with them both as they both made their case to me. I listened to the two men seated across from me snipe at each other for a few more minutes. I should have stopped them but I wasn’t sure how to begin. I had to make a decision. And there was no way to choose between them. It had started months ago. I’d thought I could handle two men at once. It filled up my social calendar, quite nicely thank you. Nick on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Brian on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday afternoon. Sunday and Monday nights were my rest and recovery time.

Last Wednesday it all came apart. Brian and I went out for a drink after work. We tried a new bar —it happened to be the place Nick hung out on his off nights. I couldn’t tell who was more shocked. Me or them. It was all very civilized. We decided to sit down and talk about it.

They seemed very eager to meet each other. Soon, I’d figured out why: big dick syndrome. They wanted to size up the competition. I could have answered that question for them. Brian’s cock was bigger. On the other hand, Nick had a definite talent for fucking that more than made up for the difference in size.

After thirty minutes of listening to them bitch at each other and boost their own egos, I was done with it.

“I’m the one who has to decide, right?” They nodded. “So, why are you two fighting like you get to make the decision?”

“Let’s face it, Jess,” Nick said. “You don’t like to make decisions.”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was about to show him how quickly I could make a decision and tell him to get lost when Brian jumped in.

“He’s right, honey. You can’t even decide what to wear.”

I wanted to tell them both to fuck off, but damn it, they were right. I don’t like to make decisions. At least not ones like this. There would be no good answer. I would lose no matter who I chose.

I took a long drink of my wine. I had a feeling that I was going to need it before the night was over. They were both great guys, despite their behavior in the last half hour. The)” had qualities that complimented each other.

Finally, Nick broke the silence. “I think we should have a competition. Like they did during medieval times. The knights would have a competition and the winner would get the lady’s hand.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I laughed.

“What kind of competition?” Brian asked.

“Brian, you can’t be serious,” I protested. Neither man heard me.

Brian was a little taller than Nick and slightly more broad in the shoulders. So physical combat was out.

“I think we have a competition,” Nick said, “to see who fucks her better.”

“What?!” I could feel my eyes widening. He couldn’t be serious. I would never do it. It was outrageous. Liquid heat pulsed between my legs. I tried to brush the idea away. It’s ridiculous, I repeated to myself, but I was already off in fantasy land. My nipples tightened under my T-shirt.

“Let’s do it,” Brian agreed.

I don’t remember how it happened, but minutes later we ended up in my apartment.

“So, what are the rules?” Brian asked.

Nick paused, then shook his head. “Condoms at all times, beyond that, there are no rules. Once you cum, the other one takes over.” The two men shook on it.

“What about me?” I asked. This was supposed to be a competition for me. I was expecting a little something out of it, too.

The two men shared an arrogantly masculine smile before Brian said, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll take care of you.”

A quick coin flip determined who had the first turn. I followed Brian into the bedroom.

[adrotate group=”9″]“This is ridiculous. I—” Brian’s mouth covered mine, his tongue surging between my lips. His hand wrapped around my thigh and pulled me up against his hard cock. We couldn’t really be doing this, my mind objected. Of course, my body was able to drown out the protest after a few well-placed kisses from Brian. My clothes disappeared at some point. Time slowed and finally vanished when I was naked and writhing on the bed. Brian was giving me his all. He knew his strong point was the size of his cock, so he usually hurried through the pregame and got to the main event. Tonight he lingered. He sucked on my nipples and fingered my pussy until I thought I would scream. I was begging for it by the time he settled between my legs.

He surged deep inside me, his massive manhood filling me to overflowing. I sighed. This was what I wanted. Brian began a deep, hard rhythm, pressing against my clit as he drove himself to the hilt. The click of the door opening drew both of our attention. Nick strolled into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Brian paused, his chest heaving as he tried to speak without losing his rhythm. “Do you mind?”

Nick shrugged. “No rules.”

Brian’s hips slowed. My body screamed in protest. He couldn’t stop now. He felt too good inside of me.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. I pressed my hips against his. He slammed down deep inside me.

Nick lay on the bed and propped his head up with one elbow, watching us. I tried to ignore him but I’d never been watched before. It was delicious. His breath soon joined ours, deep and panting. He was getting turned on just by seeing us. Nick opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Slowly, he rubbed his hand up and down its hard lengdi. Brian got even harder inside of me, and moved deeper.

“That’s it,” Nick whispered. “Oh baby, you look so beautiful when you cum.” Brian’s cock and Nick’s words connected in my body. The tension between my legs exploded and I arched my back. Seconds later, Brian groaned his release.

I sagged back onto the bed, my body totally sated and relaxed. Brian rolled over and looked at Nick. “That’s how you fuck this girl.”

Nick moved over and immediately slid inside me. He was hard but not demanding. He lowered his head and placed warm, seductive kisses on my neck. It was a great way to afterglow, with another cock hard inside me, ready to give me more. I barely noticed when he started to move, slow rhythmic circles with his hips, gently, a complete counter to Brian’s hard pounding. A long, low moan escaped from my lips. The tension in my pussy built in tiny waves that kept getting stronger. 1 arched against him, desperate for more. He moved so softly. It was enough to get me excited, but not enough to satisfy me. He teased me until I heard myself begging for him to finish. He pressed hard and deep. I came, my cry filling the room. He tensed over me and I knew hed come. I closed my eyes, exhausted. When I opened them again, I was alone.

I stood and staggered my way into the living room. Both men stood silently waiting. Nick smiled when he saw me and followed me into the kitchen. My mind was still fogged from the action in the bedroom.

“Hungry?” I asked Nick.

“Oh veah.” The deep tone of his voice told me he wasnt talking about food. He dropped to his knees and pushed aside the silk of mv robe. Mv head fell against the door of the refrigerator as he pressed a light kiss on the top of mv pussy. Slowly, he worked his way downward, teasing me, pulling me, until I was begging for his mouth on mv dit. Nick was the master at eating me out. Mv bodv should have been completeh satisfied, but with the first touch of Nick’s mouth, I wanted more. I held onto his head and wrapped my leg over his shoulder.

Nick licked his tongue deep inside. I slid my hand up my breast and rubbed my tight nipple. I shuddered, trying to hold off my orgasm. I didn’t want it to end.

I opened my eyes. Brian stood in front of me, leaning against the kitchen door.

Nick lifted his head, his mouth wet from me. “Want to help?” he asked. Brian nodded.

“What?” I stuttered as Brian approached.

“You’ll like it,” Nick promised as he returned his mouth to my bush. Brian’s lips closed over my nipple. I groaned. It was too much. Their mouths worked with each other. A coil of heat wound tightly around my clit and ached so intensely, I almost passed out. My legs collapsed as I orgasmed. Two sets of hands caught me and lowered me to the floor. Brian’s cock slid inside me from behind.

Nick sucked on my tits and fingered my clit, adding to Brian’s hard thrusts.

The night blurred into one long fuck. Our three bodies blended together- a long hot night of skin and sex and sky-high orgasms. As the sun came up, the three of us lay in my bed, touching, too tired to do anything else.

When I woke up hours later, I was alone. My body ached in a delicious way. There was a note on my kitchen counter: Meet us at the Cafe. 7:00 tonight. Brian & Nick.

I knew what they expected. I was supposed to make a decision about them. I couldn’t decide. They were each great in their own ways. Brian was strong, tough and had that wonderfully huge cock. Nick was funny, clever and very inventive. I was going to lose one of them, and I couldn’t bear it.

I trudged into the cafe that night. The two of them sat across from each other. The tension that had existed between them last night was gone. I walked up to the table, ready to break my own heart.

Nick smiled as I approached. “Have a seat.”

I sat down. They stared silendy at me.

“We’ve come to a decision,” Brian announced before I could speak.

“You have?”

“We decided last night wasn’t a fair test,” Nick said.

“It wasn’t?” My mind was racing. Last night had been incredible!

“We think you need a little more time to decide,” Brian said.

Nick nodded. “And a few more test opportunities.”

Decisions, Decisions

My tired mind finally caught up. “Opportunities like last night?”

They looked at each other, smiled and nodded. Heat enveloped the table. They both reached out and took one of my hands in theirs. Nick’s hands were soft and seductive as he teased my palm with his fingertips. Brian’s hand was rough and he clasped my hand like he was about to drag me back into a cave.

“Sound good?” Nick asked with a sensual smile that sent shivers down my spine.

“I think that might be best,” I was finally able to reply.

After that night, my schedule changed a bit. Tuesday and Thursday were still Nick’s time; Brian’s time was Wednesday and Friday. Saturday night, Sunday afternoon, sometimes Sunday and Monday nights became “our time,” – all three of us.