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Fan Mail

By: femmed



Author's note:

1. Yes, I'm still working on the final part of Lydia!

2. Yes, this is based at least somewhat on a personal fantasy (as are all of my stories). That said, I've changed the names and some identifying features to protect the innocent. ;-)

3. As with all of my stories, there's a point at which the line between consensual and reluctant gets crossed. If that bothers you, my apologies, but please don't read any further.

Fan Mail

If I'd expected anything to come from it, I'm not sure what I would have done. We'd formed a casual online friendship after I sent her a fan letter over one of her stories. There'd never been any real hard-core flirting or anything; she had a husband and daughter, and I was also married. Neither of our partners were interested in our kinks, but we both preferred stories to random cybersex.

I got the email the day before I was due to leave for my trip. "Hey, you mentioned that you're going to be in Denver this week, right? I've got a business trip there, too. Want to grab dinner?" Thanks to some weirdness with the cost of flights and hotel rooms, it was cheaper for my company to fly me home on Sunday than Friday evening, so we agreed to grab a bite after my conference ended.

If we'd only just started talking, all sorts of fantasies would have gone through my head, but like I said, we'd chatted for a while, and while I found her stories incredibly arousing (and she knew it), I didn't expect anything to actually happen.

I walked into the hotel bar at the top of the hotel shortly after 5 and spotted the woman in the pink blouse, the one thing I knew to look for. "Emma," I asked? 

She turned, and it was, indeed, her. We hugged and grabbed an early dinner. She was pretty, but also clearly not someone out on the prowl, wearing a cute blouse, jeans, and light-heeled sandals (okay, I did notice her pink toenails, but I always notice things like that). She had light red hair, a look that worked for her, and wasn't overly made up.

The conversation flowed easily. We certainly did talk a bit about kink, but there was no flirting or suggestiveness. We also talked about plenty of other things, and just generally had a good time.

At the end of the evening, we entered the elevator to head down to the lobby so she could go to her hotel. As the doors shut, she turned to me, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me hard. I hesitated for maybe half a second before responding, as it was an amazing kiss. When she pulled back, I took a second to gasp for breath, and only then realized what I'd felt at the end of the kiss.

I reached my hands up to my neck as she grinned. She had put a collar on me. And it had a small padlock in it.

"Emma, wha-?"

"Shh!" She put her finger to my lips. "We're both travelling today, and I'm declaring this hotel a morals-free zone. You can say no, and I'll let you go, but I want you to be mine for just one night."

"What are you planning?" I was still a little speechless, but I was turned on. That said, our kinks didn't always intersect.

"To enjoy myself, of course." She grinned and took my hands in hers. "Although I think you might enjoy yourself, too!"

As she talked, she held my eyes with hers, and it was only after the fact that I realized what she'd been doing with my hands. As she held them, she brought them together, and then quickly put them through a loop of satin that she'd had prepared and tightened it. It had a pair of D-rings at the end that helped seal the loop.

"So, will you be mine?"

I didn't hesitate. I'd never been so turned on. "Yes."

She smiled, then quickly attached a chain to my collar and dropped it into my shirt. When it came out, she attached it to one of the D-rings. She pulled the satin into her hand as the door opened on my floor (I'd mentioned my room at dinner, and hadn't even noticed when she'd pushed the button for that floor).

"If you walk real close behind me, like a good servant should, no one might notice your wrists."

I did as she advised. As a bonus, as we walked down the hall, I got to look at her ass, which looked marvelous in those jeans. I also couldn't help noticing what seemed to be a key impression in her back pocket. I suspected that it was my collar's lock, and that she wanted me to see it.

The hall was empty, so we never did find out if we fooled anyone, but when we got to my room, she turned to me. "You've got ten more seconds when you can still back out." She then pulled me to her and kissed me for those ten seconds. I supposed I could have pulled away, but my mind wasn't thinking about that.

She reached into my pocket and pulled out the room key. Once we were inside, she walked me into the bathroom and had me kneel on the floor of the bathtub. She tied my hands to the towelrack, then walked out of the room. From my angle, through the crack in the door, I could see that she was taking off her jeans, and then her black underpants! Alas, the angle made it so I couldn't see anything above her shapely calves.

I saw her put the jeans back on, and then she walked back into the room. The shower had a stool in it for people who needed assistance, and she sat on it, facing me and kicking off her sandals.

"I think I recall seeing some foot fetish stuff on your Literotica Favorites list, right?" Even as I started to answer, she brought her left foot up and stuck the big toe in my mouth. I sucked at it, not really being sure what to do, but wanting to do my best. As I worked, she shoved more of her foot in my mouth, and as I started to try to pull back a bit, I felt her other foot curl around to the back of my head, keeping me in place. She soon had me sucking her entire foot in and out of my mouth.

After a few minutes, she finally pulled her foot out.

"That was nice," she purred. "But I want to try putting something else in your mouth instead. 

Before I had an inkling of what was happening, she shoved something cotton in my mouth. "Those are the panties I wore all day yesterday. You can help me clean them. Oh, and these are the panties I wore today!"

She placed her black panties over my head, with the rear over my face. My eyes, nose, and mouth were all covered. I felt her tie something through the pantie's leg holes, and tha panties were pulled snug against my face. Every breath I took pulled in her scent, and the cotton and latex over my eyes, even stretched thin, weren't enough for me to see much more than blurs.

"I need to run downstairs for something. Don't go anywhere," she giggled.

I waited, breathing her in and tasting her, starting to wonder what I'd gotten myself into. For all my interest in kink, I'd never really done anything serious, and I briefly thought about trying to get out. Between the cuffs attached to my neck and then to the towel rack, though, I couldn't move a bit. 

After about five minutes, I heard the door open, and Emma walked back in with what sounded like a rolling suitcase. 

She walked me into the room and had me stand near the bed. I felt her pull one of the ribbons of satin through my legs, and then I heard a click as she attached a chain from the collar to the D-ring. My hands were now immobilized, not able to move up or down. And the satin ribbon against my bulging crotch only made things more uncomfortable.

Emma walked me around the room, and since it was a small hotel room, I knew she was just trying to disorient me. But walking without seeing anything or being able to use my hands was, indeed, disorienting. When she finally had me lie down, I could tell it wasn't on the bed; it was lower to the ground, but still raised, and slightly cushioned.

I felt cuffs being placed around my feet, and sure enough, she'd cuffed my ankles together, and attached those cuffs by another chain to my wrists. I then felt her wrap what felt like a seatbelt around my chest and tighten it. Another went around my waist. I was completely immobilized.

She lifted my head and untied the string that had held the panties in, rolling the up so that they were now doubled over my eyes. I felt her warmth as she settled on my chest. 

"I think you know what to do." She pulled the panties out of my mouth and pulled my head forward.

When she was finally done, Emma reached around the back of my neck, and I realized that she'd secured the collar down, too! I was now completely immobilized.

She shifted off of me, and I heard her moving what sounded like heavy objects near me. After a few minutes of this, she peeled back the panties off my face. As I blinked at the light, I could see that I was in a long box of some sort. It was almost like a more shallow coffin, with wooden sides and a top that was already closed over my legs. 

I saw Emma walk up and close the second third of the box, over my torso. She then turned and grinned at me.

"I might not have been completely honest with you. I actually live here in town, and I've had this box around for years! It's an old magician's box, and I can close and open different sections as I need."

She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, then pulled something tight over my head. I could once again smell her scent.

"These are the compression shorts I wore when I went jogging today." She'd pulled the leghole down by my ear."

"Now, I'm going to close the box. I'm going to spend the rest of the night opening sections of the box when I feel like it and having fun. I expect to have a lot of orgasms, and if you're lucky, you'll get one by the end of the night. And if you're good, I might even let you out of the box before the maid comes."

Emma paused to let that sink in, then purred, "and if you're really good and lucky, maybe I'll take you home in the box with me."

My thoughts raced quickly. She'd lied about being local. Could she have lied about everything else, too? As that thought sank in, she closed the lid, and I was alone in the dark, with her scent in my nose and no way to know how serious she was. I knew I was in for a long night, at least. 

Fan Mail



Written with care for one of MY fans ~~BrettJ

There it was, in the inbox in his E-Mails. Like clockwork, his daily mail from Kris. He was glad his girlfriend and he were on a break. Lately, the letters Kris had been sending had been getting steamy. The last one had threatened to melt his monitor. 

Her newest made that one look tame by comparison.

Brad;

I woke up, read your E-mail and got wet all over again!! I've been such a little slut and I need to be taken in hand! I definitely want to be fucked long and hard by you, to have you as my strong master. My nails would be digging into your back, as orgasm after orgasm washes over me. I want to be used by my man and left limp and exhausted. I am sooo glad you asked about my lingerie. Yes, I do have some sexy black lingerie, including a little teddy with peek-a-boo lace panels on the sides. It comes with a little pair of panties that I would love for you to see. I want you to watch as they get damp, pushing them to the side, so you could bury your fingers inside my tight little hole. Spreading my wetness all over my clit, I would taste myself off your fingers and reach for your hard cock. I'd lick the length like a bad little whore, tasting your precum! I want to suck you, my head bobbing up and down your shaft, feeling you throb in my mouth. Then, push your cock deep inside of me and fuck me hard!! I want to slide my wet little pussy up and down your cock, riding you so hard! I want to cum on your cock and have you cum in me! Lover, I hope this letter was as sexy for you to read as it was for me to write -- I'm still wet and horny!

Your personal slut, Kris

Novelist Brad Connors still found it hard to believe that a woman could write letters this intense. Yet each day for the past 3 months, Kris had written letters as a devoted fan and they had gotten more slavish. She would describe in detail what she wanted from him. As he and Kate were currently living apart, it was sometimes the best part of his day. Without a companion in his life, writing had become a chore, something it had never been in all the years before. Kris' letters had been the spark he needed to renew his inner fires. She was his muse in a way, the way that Kate had been a decade earlier.

It was not Kate's fault that things had soured, not really. He had been a struggling writer / professor when they met and she had been his younger, supportive, college student girlfriend. He was well past the age where most writers made it but Kate believed in him. Over and over, the twenty year old redhead told Brad that he would make it because he had the talent and all he needed to do was keep on plugging. She moved in with him and kept him on track. Whenever he wanted to stop, Kate would push him. She cooked, she cleaned and she helped pay the bills. She supplemented his teaching salary by waitressing part-time and when she graduated, she went to work as a paralegal working towards becoming a full-fledged Corporate Attorney. Over time, she was making enough to insist that Brad stop teaching full time and only teach a semester or two or even guest lecture. She wanted him writing.

So, he wrote and worked, wrote and worked, worked and wrote. Nothing happened. Kate began to become restless. It wasn't happening for him and she was at a loss as to what to do to help him. Her career was going ahead, Brad's was stalling. They had moved in together and she was making all the major bill payments, the car, the house and such. Poor Brad could barely scrape by with enough to pay their grocery bills. He wasn't lazy and it wasn't as if he wasn't trying, Kate had never accused him of that. It was just a source of frustration for the both of them that he wasn't getting the attention he deserved. His manuscripts would come back unread and for a few days after, Brad would be in a funk.

Kate would do everything she could to snap him out of it. She would doll herself up and suggest they go somewhere and have dinner. A few times, she rented them a nice hotel room and she got out her sexiest lingerie. One thing Brad did not lack was a healthy sex drive. Whenever Kate was in the mood, Brad could be persuaded. His younger girlfriend liked to play sexy games and so did he. 

Kate's specialty was her world-class blowjobs. From the very first time the naughty professor had bedded the then-coed Kate, he had marveled at how well she sucked cock. She loved cocks, loved the feeling of them in her mouth and then in her pussy. If she was being daring, she even loved cock in her ass. Kate loved the cock; she worshiped at the altar of cock. Therefore, she wanted the cocks that were going to fuck her to want to be with her. She made sure that they got a lot of attention and sucking. Her mouth was always moist and ready to suck her men. When Brad came along, she thought she had found the perfect man. His cock was the perfect size for all of Kate's lurid desires. The seductive redhead loved Brad's cock and it sure as hell seemed to love her.

Brad prided himself on being a fucking machine. He worked out to stay in shape; he had to with a girlfriend so much younger than he. He also thought it would be a bit incongruous to be an erotic novelist who wasn't worth a damn in bed. All of his kinky ideas were tried out on his younger lover. Kate was nearly a sex addict, so she didn't complain. She just went along for the ride with a happy smile.

When success hit, it couldn't have come at a better time, Brad believed. A small, independent publisher read one of his manuscripts and loved it. They wanted to publish it and told Brad while they couldn't pay him a lot of money, they believed it would hit big. Faerily Bewitched sold over a million copies in two months and was in its fifth printing when Brad got his first big check. His novel was a hit and people were talking about him. He was going to be a star and the "small" publishers were scrambling to keep up with the demand. He polished off one of his previously rejected works and sent it in. It sold a million in the first two weeks. Brad now had the career he had wanted for so long. He wouldn't have to let Kate shoulder the responsibility any longer. Her money could be used for her alone.

Yet, the more money he earned, the less happy Kate seemed to be. She started staying out later with friends. Arguments would begin over the smallest little thing. The once-passionate romance cooled down and there was precious little Brad could do to get it heated up again. Though they were not married, Brad suggested a Marriage Counselor. Kate refused, so Brad went by himself.

"You may not like what I have to tell you," the counselor told Brad.

"What do you have to tell me, Melinda?" 

The attractive young therapist crossed her legs. "I think that for the last number of years, Kate has been used to making most of the financial decisions and she's grown used to it. It was her money and for the most part, she bought what she wanted and you went along with it. Now, you have your own cash and you want input and she doesn't like it," she told Brad.

"Christ, I never thought of that," Brad sighed loudly. "What do I do to fix it?"

"Unless you can go back in time and erase all of your success, there isn't much you can do to fix it," Melinda told her client. "You now make a lot more money than she does, that's the reality. She can either deal with it or she won't. If she doesn't, I don't see much hope for the two of you," Melinda told him.

He didn't know what he was going to do. Brad was down and he needed cheering up. It was a dull Thursday and Kate would be working late. He decided that he would check his E-Mails and see if anyone had sent him a fan letter. Those always cheered him up. He would try to deal with Kate and her issues tomorrow.

There were a few nice letters that said they loved his books, but one caught his eye. It was bright and cheery and it made him smile. "What the hell?" Brad thought to himself -- he answered the letter personally.

To his surprise, the next day he got another letter from the author. Her name was Kris and not only did she seem to know his work, she seemed to know it intimately. She quoted favorite passages and told him how his work "inspired" her. Brad read between the lines and figured out what she meant. He sent her another response.

She sent another and thus, a correspondence began. He knew he likely shouldn't be doing this; he had a relationship with Kate. Yet somehow, he could not stop himself. Kris' words encouraged him, he began to get a nicer creative flow and he had something to look forward to when he wasn't writing. After a while, the conversations were no longer just about writing. They shared their days and their thoughts and anything else that came to mind. One thing that came to light was the fact that Kris was as unhappy in her current situation as Brad was himself. Her boyfriend seemed to harp at her over every little thing. "Leave him," Brad encouraged her. "Don't stay in a relationship where you aren't happy."

Her next E-Mail pointed out a critical flaw in his own logic. "Aren't you being a bit hypocritical?" She asked him. "You aren't happy with Kate and you're staying."

He gritted his teeth as he read her words. She was right, but he felt he owed it to Kate to work on things, even though Kate herself couldn't seem to care. "I've been with Kate a long time," he answered Kris. "I owe her my career and I think it's only fair that I see it through. If she wants to leave me, that's different. I can't stop her."

Kris' next answer was a bit more clinical and it was apparent that he had angered her. He sent her a letter of apology which was dutifully accepted. Over the next number of weeks, their correspondence grew even more frequent, sometimes a few times a day. Kris even began sending him steamy little notes that told him of her fantasies. As Brad didn't see any real harm, he sent some back. It only intensified from there.

Right about that time was when the walls came tumbling, crumbling, crashing down.

Kate wanted out, at least for the time being. She hadn't met anyone else, she stressed that. She simply wasn't happy and she wanted to be on her own for a while. As she hadn't been single since college, she wanted to be able to make all the decisions without the benefit of a significant other's input. In other words, Brad. She wanted to do as she pleased, when she pleased, without having to worry about him or his opinions. Brad didn't try to argue with her. It had been coming for a long time and Melinda had been absolutely right. He insisted that Kate take the house because she had paid most of the bills on it for several years. He now had enough money to afford something nice of his own, although for the time being, he opted to lease a condo. Less work now that he and Kate wouldn't be splitting the chores, he reasoned.

Life now had given him a golden opportunity if he chose to seize it, although he might only be living a pipe dream. He sent Kris a note and suggested they meet. He would fit the bill if she couldn't afford it.

She had never told him what it was she did for a living and he was mildly surprised to find out that Kris was a dentist and she earned very good money. Also, she only lived an hour's drive away. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" She asked him nervously in one E-Mail. Boldly, he sent his cell phone number and she called in minutes.

"Are you worried about your boyfriend?" He said as they talked one-on-one for the very first time. He liked the husky, breathy sound of Kris' voice.

"No, I ended that last month," she told him. "You were right," Kris sighed. "He wasn't ever going to change and I need to be happy. But won't you be cheating on Kate?"

He laughed. In all the excitement, he hadn't told her. "I moved out and into my own place a few days ago. Kate wants to go it alone for a while. I'm not sure if we're done or just separated, but either way, I'm a free agent. What do you say? Want to have a little fun and see where it goes?"

"Let me think on it."

"Don't think too long. If you decide yes, I'd love it if you have some slinky lingerie. Black is my favorite."

"I'll think about it. Goodbye lover, sleep well."

Brad hung up the phone and wondered just how the fuck he was supposed to sleep! She had never called him lover before. About ten minutes later, he got an E-Mail with a picture. It was from the chin down and he knew it was Kris wearing the black lingerie to tease him. Okay, if she wasn't going to fight fair, n either was he. He composed the steamiest scenario he could think of and sent it off. Fighting fire with fire, he decided. He hoped his little composition would serve to lure her here for a visit.

Reading her letter, he supposed that he had received his answer. He sent her instructions on where and when they were supposed to meet. In case of emergencies, he rented a hotel room. She might still be a fraud, although Brad had a good feeling about Kris. It didn't seem likely that a fraud would write him for this long and she hadn't asked for a dime. Just shared conversations and those had been all to his benefit.

The week seemed to slog by at an indeterminable pace and Brad did his best to muddle through. When the agreed-upon Friday arrived, he had everything in place, including a nice wine they could share later and his own sense of style, honed to perfection. He wore a suit with a turtleneck and shined his shoes three times. He was nervous but when Kris showed up, he knew he didn't have to be. She was in a short red skirt, kicky red short PVC boots and a red crop top. Against her tanned skin and dark brown hair, it looked hot. She sat down across from him and put his hand on top of his. "So," Kris said and flashed a dazzling smile. "Here we finally are."

"I was thinking along those same lines," Brad laughed. "Did this week go by as slow for you as it did for me?"

"No, but I had roomfuls of impatient patients," Kris laughed. He didn't doubt it. With a dentist as sexy as Kris, he bet she was the busiest oral surgeon in town. Her smile was a great advertisement for her practice.

"Drink?" He asked and she nodded. The waiter brought over a beautiful bottle of champagne and the couple toasted their first meeting. "I feel like we've known each other for years." They talked a fair bit and he was delighted to find out there were many things about her that he still didn't know. For example, Kris was only 4 years younger than he, not as distant from him as Kate had been. For another, she liked a successful man and loved working in tandem. 

"Isn't that what a partnership is supposed to be?" Kris asked him.

"Yes, I think so, but it was hard for Kate to adjust," Brad answered. "We didn't have balance for a lot of years and I shoulder the blame, I should have worked more and let success come at its own pace."

"Didn't you say it was her idea? Yes, you can both take blame, but ultimately, she made her choices and she has to live with them. Let's order a nice meal and then talk and then ... not talk," she smiled, putting her hand on his. Brad liked the fact that Kris wasn't afraid to speak her mind or be a little bit forward. It would save them a lot of time in the long run.

Their meal was wonderful and Brad wouldn't have settled for less. He asked Kris if she wanted to come back to the hotel room he had rented. The slightly-crooked smile and the sparkle in her green eyes told him the answer to that question. She picked up her suitcase and they walked the short distance to the hotel. Once inside their room, she had her tongue down his throat and she shoved his hands all the way down to her ass. "I've wanted you to touch me for months, you bastard," she hissed through clenched teeth. I have lain awake at nights, thinking of sucking your cock, thinking of all the ways you could fuck me. All of the ways I could fuck you. Tonight, we're going to live out some fantasies and maybe, if we're creative enough, come up with a few new ones."

Brad didn't doubt that for a second. She stepped away from him and with a little shake of her hips; the skirt fell to the floor. Her tiny top soon followed suit. "Keep the boots on," he requested. "I think those are kind of sexy."

"Strip for me," Kris requested. "Normally, I'd undress you, but I'm so damned nervous that I can't stop shaking. I may be bold and adventurous but I ..."

"You don't have to explain," Brad laughed before he removed his jacket and pulled the turtleneck up and over his head. "Women aren't the only ones who get nervous. This is the first time I've been with anyone since ..." He stopped himself. She shouldn't be thinking about her ex and he shouldn't have been thinking about Kate. They needed to live in the here and the now. Brad moved closer to the naked brunette and swooped her up in his arms. "We have as much time as we like," he told Kris. "We big-time authors can afford to rent hotel rooms for as long as we like. All of our conquests try to wear us out, you know," he teased.

"I guess I'll have to be the one to actually succeed," Kris said as he straddled her. She reached for his cock, made her lips go round and slid the shaft into her mouth and began to suck. Brad didn't know what to say but the loud groan he made spoke volumes. She was throating him further than any woman had in the past. He tried to pull away but only succeeded in cumming on her lips and a bit on her face. "Kinky," she chuckled. "But nasty. Don't worry baby, I loved it and there's lots more where that came from, I'm sure. Why don't you show me how good you are at eating pussy?"

Brad did like to eat pussy so he made sure to prove it by working her over. His mouth went all over Kris' warm cunt, sparsely furred and prominent, with delicate pink lips. She had the sweet juices of an angel and he hated to pull away, but he vaguely heard her murmuring something and had to hear what it was.

"I could let you do that all day," Kris said as she tried to breathe again. "I think I talked about having your big cock inside my little pussy and me riding you hard. Don't worry about cumming in me, I took precautions. Just fuck me like I'm your personal slut, your whore and make me feel it. I don't want a wimp in this bed, I need a stallion. Come on Brad; get over here and really FUCK ME!"

Brad knew better than to argue with a lady, so he got in position and let the slinky brunette take her place on top of his shaft. She was everything she had claimed she would be, wild and unrestrained. Her cunt was milking his shaft and he was shaking as she slammed against him with full force. He loved the way the sunshine glinted off her shiny boots; he always liked it when a woman wore heels in bed. Kris had the legs for them too and he wondered what else she had brought along in that suitcase she had been carrying. He knew he would eventually be finding out. Kris wasn't even tired, he could tell and he was glad he went for a bike ride every day to keep from getting "chair butt". Kris was quite easily the type of woman that could wear a man out after one fuck. Her body was thrusting against his own, her nails digging into his flesh as SHE fucked HIM. Brad had never minded letting the woman call the shots and he knew Kris would let him do likewise when it was his turn. He just took his time to touch her, explore the contours of her body and run his fingers through her hair while kissing her passionately. This was what he had been missing for the past several months. The all-consuming passion of a woman who really wants to be with a man, who is in the moment for as long as she needs to be.

Brad let her fuck him until her body arched and her head snapped back. A loud wail emerged from her body and the slender frame shook with joy. "Holy fuck," Kris gasped out loud. "If I'd known my E-Mail lover could fuck like that, I would have dumped the loser boyfriend months ago. That might have been the best fuck of my lifetime, bar none!"




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Brad didn't want to say it, but it might have been the best of his as well. He wanted to keep things light and playful for a bit. "Didn't you say something about having a little black teddy? I asked you to bring it for me? Did you remember?"

The naked brunette scampered off the bed, totally oblivious to the fact her horny stallion had not yet cum. She rummaged around in the suitcase and held it up. "What do you think?" She asked as she held it in front of her body.

"I think you're supposed to put it on and not hold it up in front of you," he joked. "Yeah Kris, that's hot. Put it on and I'll call room service. I could use a cup of coffee and then, well get back to it."

"Sure babe, whatever you like. I'll freshen up and be right out."

Brad dialed the number for room service and ordered coffee and some cake for later. They told him ten minutes, which was fine. He was mulling things over. It was nice to have someone who was treating him with respect, yet still strong enough to speak up for herself. Kris knew who she was and he liked that about her. Yeah, she was gorgeous, but she seemed to have a facile mind coupled with a playful attitude. It made her a winning combination, as far as the successful author was concerned.

She came out of the bedroom and the teddy was exactly as described and it fit her like a very sexy glove. She was just about to walk over and kiss him when there came a knock on the door. "These guys, they never have good timing," she sighed heavily. Kris threw on a robe and the young bellman brought in the food. Kris' eyes went wide when she saw the tip Brad gave him, but not as wide as the waiter's. Brad had likely made his night.

"Why shouldn't everyone have a good night?" Brad chuckled as he poured the coffee.

Kris came over and sat on his lap. "It's only mid-afternoon," she smiled. "Are you making promises for the rest of the evening?"

"I intend to honor them once we're done our coffee," he grinned. "Now don't gulp it, it's no fun having sex when you've got a burnt tongue."

"It is good, but I'd rather fuck," Kris said, finishing her coffee and sliding back into bed. She untied the sides of the teddy and let the panties slide away. "Put that cock of yours in my tight little hole and fuck me again," she snarled. "This time, you aren't getting out of bed until you cum!" Ah, so she had noticed! He grinned and then saw she had on a pair of black heels that complimented the outfit. Kris had come well prepared. He got into bed and she stroked his cock until it was hard. Then, he fucked her in the Missionary position. The shiny black heels were digging into his back, but he barely felt a thing. All he cared about was giving her a terrific fucking and making her cum again. She seemed equally determined to get him to cum, so he gave her what she wanted. Another half hour had passed and neither party was tired. They had more coffee and the rich chocolate cake he had ordered for them and went right back to bed after.

He took her out to dinner, although it was a late dinner. They went back to the room and fucked twice more. She had two more outfits, a black body stocking that had an opening so she didn't have to take it off when fucking him doggy, and a white negligee that was classy and elegant. No matter what Kris wore, she looked great and was mercurial in her various looks. He wanted to see more of her and decided that he'd offer to drive to her city next week, if she was up for another encounter. Brad hoped she'd want to see much more of him, but he would be cunning and devious if absolutely necessary. Come to think of it, wasn't he due for his annual dental checkup? Kris' beaming face beat old Doc Watson's any day of the week and she probably gave out better rewards than sugar-free lollipops.



Fan Male



Wanting to be a writer in the real world, I began practicing my craft on an online erotica website. Having never written porn and not knowing what the readers wanted, I began to read stories from each genre. Generally before the end, vibrator in hand I would make myself cum. The more I read, the more I needed to read. One orgasm wasn't enough, neither was two. There were days, I would have to bring myself relief more times than I can remember.

Much to my surprise, two categories pushed more buttons than the others. They were coercion and anal. Coercion I understood. Happily married over twenty-six years to a naval officer, I needed guilt free play. If someone made me do it, I wasn't guilty. Right? And if I was fucking to save a family member, all the better.

My stomach always tensed as I read the anal stories. These were the ones that really got me going. My nipples tightened and my lips parted every time I read about a cock pushing its way into another small back door. There was no explanation. Confusion and desire consumed me. I had let my hubby in my ass more than once after having drank too much. The naughtiness was intoxicating but the pain was what I always remembered the next day as I nursed a hangover.

The three most popular categories in porn are anal, bondage and lesbian. So, I wrote my first story about two young girls who perform anal on each other while one is tied up. That should hit a few readers' buttons, I told myself. It was easy to write, anyway. Most of it was true. I had been wild before Alan.

But when I approached the anal scenes, I was stuck. There were no words that I knew to describe an asshole that didn't sound terribly unappetizing. I laughed every time I approached the subject. It seemed absurd that this was one of the "hottest" topics in porn. So, I turned to the biggest porn aficionado I knew, my husband.

With a big grin on his angular face, he began to describe what he saw when looking at a woman from behind. Words that intoxicated me started to swirl around and enter my core. The intense hunger on his face and in his blue eyes, as he described my ass winking at him, was intoxicating. I hadn't realized how much his casual attempts at anal sex, had meant to him. My nipples tightened and a stirring began in me down low, as I basked in his raw desire. I wanted to satisfy him. No, I wanted to blow his mind.

Later in the kitchen and after having smoked more than my share of weed, Alan approached me. Tanned arms on each side of me appeared as he shoved his hard cock into my back, as I washed the dinner dishes. At six feet, my tall, dark and handsome husband towered over my petite and curvy frame. A blonde bob cut high in the back gave him easy access to the back of my incredibly sensitive neck and he took full advantage. Lowering his mouth to the skin that ran from head to back, he nibbled and whispered. Goosebumps appeared on my flesh. 

Sweet words met me and encouraged my surrender to his basest desire. He loved my ass and he wanted in. Emboldened by my silence, he slid to his knees. Behind me he cautiously reached under my short blue sundress and slipped my white cotton boy shorts down. Nervous, I quietly lifted one bare foot and then the other. The pit of my stomach tightened further and I quivered in anticipation. Not a sound was heard in the now darkening kitchen.

Without being asked, I parted my pale and trembling legs and waited. Slowly, my hubby's hands and lips made their way up my legs. Whimpering under his touch, my body was more enflamed and shakier than I could ever remember. Where he was headed freaked me out but I wanted it and I wanted it, bad.

A moan erupted from me as I felt his hands separate my plump cheeks and his face press against me. To my utter disbelief, I heard him inhale my odor happily. I was horrified, but I was also breathless. Primal responses in my body were being evoked by his animalistic behavior. Without intention, I wiggled back into him. Immediately his mouth struck. Circling and teasing my small opening, his insistent tongue compelled me to spread my legs further. Then his tongue plunged and I quivered uncontrollably. How could he want to do this?

Sounds of my own delight struck me as my heartbeat raced and a roar sounded in my head. The nerve he was hitting with his mouth and tongue had never been hit before. I was dizzy as confusion and jolts of electricity ripped through me.

Along with the licks and slurps were his words. How beautiful I was. How good I tasted. Words that drove me even further out of my mind. Understanding lifted me further. If he thought I was beautiful there, he found every inch of me desirable. Insecurities melted away and left me empowered. It all felt so wrong and so right, simultaneously. I couldn't have stopped him if I had wanted to; I didn't want to.

Releasing my relaxed and happy cheeks, my hubby stood. Bolting from the room, he returned quickly with an unopened bottle of lube. A bottle he kept hopefully in his bedside table. I giggled nervously as he approached. Grabbing me just a little too hard by the neck, he roughly pulled me into a deep kiss. The taste of myself met me with his lips. My arousal was too high for any natural concerns and I kissed back feverishly.

Grinning ear-to-ear, like a child at an amusement park, my hubby spun me around and braced me against the kitchen counter. Skirt pushed up over my hips, I squirmed as my determined husband inserted one then two lubed fingers into my tight rectum. Pushing gently back and forth, his fingers both relaxed and excited me further. As he continued to thrust in and out of me, his other hand found my clean shaven pussy. Now there were four fingers working in unison. The sensations running through me were unparalleled as he rubbed his fingers together between ass and pussy.

Deciding I was ready, he removed his fingers and stood. A knee forcefully spread my weakened legs further and Alan moved his rigid 8.5 inches between my cheeks and stopped. His head waited impatiently at my back door. I could feel him struggle with being slow and gentle. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. My ass stretched painfully as he slowly pushed forward. First a "pop" and then he was in. That initial pain was immediately joined by a growing warmth deep in my bowls.

Waiting for me to once more relax, my husband rained down compliments and kisses. I relished this new found devotion. Listening to words every woman craves, I again nodded. Slowly, he pushed further. Each push, he stopped and caressed me again and waited for my nod. Fullness unlike anything I had ever felt before entered me. I felt completely conquered and controlled. I loved it!

Never had any sexual act made me feel more submissive. His unnatural invasion of my body gave him absolute dominance and my body responded like a bitch in heat. Pushing back and trembling all over, I opened completely.

With caution, my hubby moved in and out slowly. His patience and gentleness reassured me. A need to please replaced any fear and I began to rock back and forth to the rhythm he was setting. The pleasure was indescribable. In my little remodeled kitchen, I again moaned loudly. Embarrassed at the pleasure his thrusts were giving me, I whispered for more.

The smell of my own sex and the musk of my hubby surrounded me as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. The pressure deep within grew and I was once more driven out of my mind with pleasure. Words that normally would have horrified me, slipped from my mouth. Urging my hubby on, I called for him to fuck my ass; and fuck, he did.

With a green light before him, my husband plunged forcefully in out of my previously upstretched opening. Each new plunge drove a yelp from my mouth. The repeated sensation of that first pop was shattering to my self-defenses, I didn't care if it did hurt. The cloud of ecstasy had consumed me. Instinct completely replaced intellect.

Turning my head towards him, my hubby's hungry blue eyes captured my slanted green ones and held me in his gaze. Never had I seen anything like what I saw reflected back at me. It wasn't just hunger in his eyes, it was love and gratitude. I had to catch my breath. There was power in this new role. With a groan, he passionately kissed me. Words of love, once more held me pinned as my ass was ravished.

I held on to the granite counter with a tight grip as my husband sounds became more coarse and guttural. The pain was gone. Instead, I was held by deep satisfaction. The sounds of my Alan's joy eclipsed all else and I took everything he was giving. Time was lost and I rode the wave of his pleasure.

After endless protestations of love coupled with aggressive motion, I felt him tensing. Bracing myself for the grand finale of thrusts, I smiled. After so many years together, my husband's unnatural desires were finally being satisfied and the joy it gave me was overwhelming.

A roar ripped from my husband as he shuddered. Rope after rope of semen assaulted my insides and filled me with a warmth never felt before. The weight of my husband's body settled on me as he collapsed with a grunt and I smiled. Then, he called me his little ass slut. What the hell! Slut! I didn't say a word. The moment was too good to ruin and I consoled myself, the way he said it sounded like a compliment.

Moments passed and I felt his weight lift. Kissing me gently on the back of my head, he again thanked me. Turning me around, he started kissing my face as his hands found my breasts. Slipping the thin blue straps from my shoulder I revealed my hardened pink nipples. Alan drew one engorged nipple into his hungry mouth and continued playing with the other.

The sucking, twisting and biting of my nipples had flames searing through me again. Arching my back I pressed my size B breasts further into his mouth. Smiling, he took both of my breasts in his hands and began nipping first at one then another. This drives me crazy and I responded. With cries of "yes" and "please," I encouraged his head lower.

Soon, his head was directly facing my shaved and pierced pussy. Now kneeling before me, Alan pressed his lips to my lower ones. Already swollen open, they ached for his tongue. Some men like to eat pussy. My husband loves it! The things he could do with his mouth always left me exhausted and begging him to stop. Sometimes he listened. Other times he restrained my thrashing and coaxed just one more orgasm from me. I am a lucky wife.

Holding his head and leaning against the counter, I released myself to the sensations coming from between my legs. Long strokes up and down my lips had me begging him to lick my clit. He ignored my pleas and continued to tease. The impending orgasm was agony. Sharp flickers of erotic electricity kept me grinding and begging.

Finally, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, his tongue lashed at my clit and began rapidly flicking it. Moans of my own pleasure once again filled the kitchen. The roughness of his tongue as it started swirling my clit brought me to the edge.

Pussy dripping, I pulled his head in further and ground even harder against his face. He lapped with all his might. Pleasure intensified and with a scream I thrust my pelvis forward. This time it was the sound of Alan drinking from me that entered the room as he slurped up what I had squirted into his waiting mouth. Squirting always embarrassed me but Alan loved it!

Standing, he took me in his arms. My flavor tasted wonderful as his mouth once more claimed mine. Ass sore and dripping cum, I smiled. I was truly sated. The rest of the evening we remained locked in each other's arms, playing like children with a new toy.

Two weeks later, I posted three new stories on my favorite erotica site. These stories were different than my others. They all centered on the joy of anal sex. Fan mail from men and a couple of women flooded my email inbox. Anal was a subject of interest! People wanted to know if my stories were true. Men wanted to meet me or sought advice on how to convince their partners to try anal. Anal was trending and now so was I.

What amazed me more were all of the love letters. Men all over the world claiming to want to lick, kiss, worship, and pleasure my ass. Apparently, there weren't many women like me. My new love of anal appeared to be rare and my following grew. Each morning over coffee, I answered each and every email. Flattered by the responses of my readers kept me writing far into the afternoon.

One morning, I received an email from someone new. His email name was "ArmyGuy." He loved my writing, loved anal, and informed me he was a member of the club Players, just like the woman in my stories. Was I a member? Nervousness filled me, I hadn't been very smart. Too many details of my real life were in my stories, complete with a photo on my profile.

Over the course of a week, many emails were exchanged. One included a photo. Tall, light green eyes and a shaven head made him both overtly masculine and very handsome. He didn't look crazy or dangerous in any way I could perceive. The fact he was wearing a uniform didn't hurt at all. After over two decades following my hubby around the world from one Navy base to another, I had fantasized over more than one man in uniform.

An invitation came. Hubby and I were invited to a "swingers" gathering. A burlesque show was being held at the Elysium Club in downtown Austin and we were going. Without hesitation, I accepted. Meeting a man from the cloud didn't pause me as much as I would have expected. Despite our continued monogamy, hubby was now pushing for an MFM and this guy seemed perfect. I told myself it wasn't a commitment.

Finally, the night came. Hubby and I were on the same page. This was just a "meet and greet," not an obligation. Excitement began to build, as I imagined another man's hands on me. It had been decades since a stranger had touched me. Doubt kept breaking through my thoughts. What was I doing? Had I lost my mind? Was I really doing what I wanted? Sighing, I knew it didn't matter. My hubby wanted this and I was going to give it to him.

The idea of swinging had been brought up over coffee one morning several weeks ago. Alan now happy in my ass, had wanted more. His next fantasy, acquired while reading erotica was to share me. His blue eyes glowed with the thought. Emotions collided. First shock assaulted me and was quickly followed by hurt, anger, and a quickly thrown response: "WHAT THE FUCK"!

My previously possessive husband was sitting there with a huge bulge in his pants talking about other men sliding their cocks in and out of all my holes. I was numb. What had started as writing practice had grown to a force unto itself. Looking at him, I wondered if I knew him at all.

After the anger and hurt subsided, I listened. More had been held back than I could have known. As we talked, I softened. Hidden fantasies were shared and my love grew at his willingness to be vulnerable. Sighing I told him my greatest desire was to please him and I would think. Not believing we choose what excites us, I sought understanding.

My husband began his campaign with a vengeance. Sexy texts poured in sporting photos of women being pleased by two men. Videos of male-female-male threesomes were sent to me at all hours. My husband wasn't holding back as he continued his crusade. Even slut jewelry arrived as did the encouragement to buy lots of lingerie. This might not have worked alone, but it made it more difficult to resist. The attention after so many years left me wet and wanting.

Next he began reading me stories of "loving wives" in bed. Then he had me read them as he licked both pussy and ass. It seemed as if he spent every minute telling me how hot I was and encouraging me to imagine. And imagine I did. Pictures flooded my brain. A woman with an ecstatic expression taking it up the ass while sucking cock, a woman having her clit licked while getting fucked, a woman grinning enthusiastically while she licked two cocks at once. The list goes on. In each fantasy, I was the woman and I was having fun.

And then he overplayed his hand. Opening up the latest link he had sent, I saw a woman getting plowed in her ass and pussy. Despite the look of animal lust on her face, my stomach got queasy. Was this, what he really wanted? OMG. Walls immediately fell into place and I hit the brakes. This looked like brutality to me. Why would he want this? Again, I felt uneasy with my husband.

The look of astonishment on his face infuriated me. How could he be surprised? Why the fuck would I want that? OMG, have you lost your fucking mind? Don't look at me! These were the first things that flew from my mouth. Some of my thoughts were so foul I swallowed them. I felt like running far away. Looking at the face I adored, I eventually calmed.

A new campaign began. Now assurances that I would be in control were added to the increasing emails. Like a drumbeat rolling over me he continued. Scholarly articles about threesomes were added to the mix, as were articles about role playing in the bedroom.

My ass plowings now included toys thrust in mouth and pussy. These intrusions were accompanied by compliments and urges to image real cocks servicing me. How many orgasms did I think I was capable of? He only wanted to give me a gift. He wanted to blow my mind. The expression I would wear on my face was his goal.

His invasion of my mind had become diabolical. It took me a while, but I finally had a moment of clarity. My writing this story, the story of our journey, had been his idea. Even when alone and writing, I was now submerged in the eroticism of tangled bodies.

Now here I sat, planning on what to wear. ArmyGuy had contacted me just a day after I agreed to make my husband's fantasy come true. During one correspondence, I told Trey what I was planning. Man, was he interested. So tonight our first meeting was going to occur. I wasn't sure what one wore to interview potential sex partners. Alan assured me with a lusty look on his face that he did.

Bra, pants and panties forbidden, I searched through my dresses and skirts. Alan wanted Trey to be able to reach my pussy, if the opportunity arose and nothing was to be in his way. I quietly complied. Secretly I walked around wet and aching between my legs. I liked him calling me his sweet slut and dressing me for maximum impact. His newly taken control of me, made me glow inside and want to be fucked hard. My desire to submit to his wishes had grown as all resistance was lost.

Looking in the mirror an hour before time to leave, I smiled. At fifty-one, I still had "it." My petite five foot frame was kept tight with yoga and my firm B cup breasts were still pointing up and out. My newly pierced and waxed pussy smiled back at me. Under my own gaze, my small pink lips separated. The excitement coursing through me was reminiscent of my high school days. Hot and bothered by a new boy, I dreamed of being petted.

Body glitter and perfumed Moroccan oil massaged into every inch of my body, I began to dress with care. Each movement I made felt like foreplay as I imagined all the photos Alan had sent Trey. Make-up expertly applied around my slightly slanted green eyes enhanced what all men complimented. An olive green clingy sundress was slipped over my tousled blonde bob and settled a little too high on my pale thighs. Bronze slip on heels and my slut jewelry completed my look.

A sterling silver bracelet dangled with the letters MFM, and an antique bronze Thai penis amulet hung from a black cord around my slender neck. The amulet nestled between my breasts. The three inch cock looked fucking hot and it was supposed to give good luck to whomever wore it. I was pleased with my husband's gifts. The more I submitted the more generous he became. My "new" way of dressing made me feel womanly and desirable on all levels. Again, complying with my husband's wishes had led to greater pleasure and a sense of "rightness."




Fan Male Pt. 02: The House Party



Perched on a black wooden barstool, the married woman studied her fan mail. An outdated laptop and an iPad sat on the gray granite bar that enclosed Kay's small remodeled kitchen. She loved her home. Decades spent following her military man around the world had left her ready to make this house their "forever" home. And now, here she was, a year later. Happy, settled, and looking forward to a more simple life. 

It had been pleasant. Very. But in less than six months, restlessness had come to the former military wife. Never admitting it to anyone, the petite blonde worried that perhaps they had settled down just a little too early. Anxiety in her green eyes, she unconsciously pushed her blonde bob behind her ear and chewed on her upper lip. 

Taking a sip of her deeply roasted coffee, she checked her tablet again for new messages. Each morning was spent reading letters from around the world. Fans from the erotica website she posted on, contacted her daily with questions, comments and praise, and she responded accordingly. Triple X porn was what she wrote and she liked to think, she wrote it well. 

Sighing to herself, she wondered how things had moved so quickly. After more than two decades of marriage, her hubby had approached her several months prior. With very little preamble, his desire for an MFM was thrust into her world. First angry and then confused, she had since calmed. His words hadn't made much sense but her body betrayed what she knew to be true. The idea of being allowed to fuck other men intrigued her. 

Writing only the serious in the real world, Kay had begun posting erotic stories online a couple months prior. Tales of submission to anal invasion were the norm. What would have surprised most people, Alan knew, and used to his advantage. The strong opinionated woman loved to submit. Nothing had ever brought her the pleasure of absolute submission until her husband had claimed her ass. Pinned anally, she had been left vulnerable and without defense. Without a doubt, the Kay knew she would agree to anything to keep the blaze burning in her Alan's deep blue eyes.

With her stories, came the fan mail and a couple of letters had stood out amongst the rest. An Army warrant officer, stationed in Austin had written her. They had been corresponding ever since. 

Trey and his wife were swingers. He had contacted her after reading, Anal in Austin 2. A member of Players himself, he had wondered, would she ever like to meet? Similar backgrounds made him seem less threatening, so she had chosen the muscular, fair skinned man with light green eyes, to interview first as a potential sex partner. 

Two more Soldiers had also been preselected for her stable. Playing on Skout, a dating website, Kay had met more than one willing boy. As she perused the photos, the men in uniform caught her eye and left her longing for "new" cock. Trading pictures that went from the appropriate to the obscene in just a few messages, left her startled by her ever increasing and burning desire to fuck men she hadn't even met. 

One promising candidate was a twenty-two year old boy, stationed at nearby Fort Hood. Attracted to older women since adolescence, Nick's communications intrigued her. Promises of being "tossed about" and then anally dominated left her willing to embrace the age difference. Naturally dark skin, a lean muscular body and declarations of his desire for her landed him spot number two on Kay's "to be fucked" list. 

The other Soldier, fighting in Kabul was also counting the days. Eighteen months without a woman would make Daniel exceptionally fun. Ripped and darkly colored, his military photos promised unrestrained masculinity. The picture of his cock had left her speechless. Longer and thicker than any she had ever seen, it now loomed in her future. Already promised full access to all of her charms, Kay hoped that Soldier number three was gentle. A welcome home party was planned that neither would forget. 

The first meeting with Trey had been magical. As soon as the faithful wife saw her fan's sculpted build, she was sold. His joking matter had put her at ease. That accompanied by a grin that turned his countenance from serious into boyish, had her body aching to be grabbed. 

And now one week after spending a Thursday night fucking and sucking both her husband and Trey, she was studying the invite that had arrived with her morning refreshments. Trey was extending an invitation, complete with a winking emoticon. A "house party" was planned for the upcoming weekend and select couples were invited. Without reservation, the muscular Army man had assured the hosts that the Navy couple were their kind of people. Knowing "house party" was short for a gathering of swingers, Kay felt herself moisten slightly. 

Kay had been a pleasant surprise to Trey. She had switched from whispered words of reluctance to screams of joy in record time. Not to mention she hungrily took cock in her ass, pussy and throat like a professional. He had decided quickly, he wanted to see this newly initiated "hot wife" pushed to her limits. Limits that might not even exist. 

Asking Alan's permission and with little spoken reservation, she responded with a text of her own. They would be there. She was excited, that was true, but a sense of nervousness remained with her in the following days. After decades as an officer's wife, she was at ease entertaining and being entertained in military circles. Kay did not feel prepared for a "swingers" party. She didn't even know the protocol. 

The look in her husband's deep blue eyes when she had asked about the party, said everything that needed saying. Not only did he want to go on the upcoming Saturday, he looked nearly crazed at the idea. Seeing Kay's small pink lips separated and entered by another man's cock the previous Thursday had blown his mind. Seeing the look in his wife's slanted green eyes as she was fucked simultaneously in the ass and mouth, had followed him ever since. His wife radiated when filled with cock. No pretense was wasted. He had made his intentions clear. Kay was taking cock for him again. 

Three days to prepare should have been enough time, but Kay felt frozen with indecision. What does one wear to a possible orgy? What food do you bring? What was appropriate? The list went on and on. With no answers coming, she forged ahead. Mostly, she focused on the physical. Public nudity was intimidating. The last time she had been in a tangle of naked and withering bodies, she had still been in her teens. 

While her "edibles" cooked, Kay stripped in front of the full length mirror propped fashionably against the far wall of her gray and white bath. Tall, the gold flocked mirror reflected back to the nervous woman her own form in all its glory. With a critical eye, she studied herself. 

Five feet tall, blonde and petite, Kay was what her husband called "fun sized." Dark green eyes and high cheekbones were framed by her tousled blonde bob. A slender, lightly tanned neck led to high perky breasts. Despite nursing two babies, her size B breasts were perfect. Firm, pale and sporting small pink nipples, they still looked like a teenagers. 

Not overweight in the least, her rounded belly bothered her. Yoga, weight lifting and hour long ab classes had only improved what childbearing had done, it didn't eradicate it. Alan swore she was crazy to even worry. Despite his assurances that her body was the type men dreamed about, she remained unconvinced. A plump and curved ass led to two strong muscular legs and her pussy had been groomed to perfection. Two bare pink symmetrical lips met her eyes and she smiled. Glittering back at her was a small gold hoop. A gift that represented submission, given happily to her tall naval officer. A surprise, gotten only two months prior, the hoop left Kay constantly reminded. Alan was now in charge of her body. 

As steam began to fill the travertine shower, the nervous wife opened the glass door and slipped into the waiting warmth. With only a couple of hours left, she focused on making herself as appealing as possible. Hair shampooed and now plastered to her head full of conditioner, she began to shave. A coconut scrub followed the razor over her body and into her deepest recesses. No part was left untouched as she continued. 

Standing nude once more before the mirror, she began to work coconut oil into her skin. Nothing was allowed to touch her skin that wouldn't delight another's taste buds. Even the Moroccan oil she wore as perfume was pleasing on the tongue. The small redone bathroom filled with scents meant to entice as she now rubbed the oils between her ass checks and deep into her rectum.

Each move reminded her of foreplay as tingling followed her hands across and into her body. Slowly, as she imagined one Soldier after another using her, she began to massage the oils into her pussy. Without glancing away, she began circling her clit. As she watched herself, her pale pink lips parted. The sight of her own excitement drove all previous concerns from her mind.

Now, blue fingernails caught and twisted her nipples as her other hand increased in speed. Sinking down onto the floor, she closed her eyes. As her hips began to rock and her body to tighten, she was interrupted. An expression of amusement met her as she opened her green eyes. 

Caught with her hand in her pussy again, she smiled shyly up and squeezed her breasts together. Declaring that he was saving his orgasms for later that night, Alan reached down and pulled his nude wife to her feet. Trembling and still needing to cum, Kay complied without question. Alan guided the sexually charged woman to their dark teak bed. Laying her down, he told her to please continue. 

With great relish, she did. Her gaze locked on Alan's, she slowly begin to twist and turn her swollen nipples. No speed was warranted as she was held suspended by the look of adoration that surrounded and enclosed her in its embrace. Eyes barely blinking, the distinguished military man stood entranced. Sexuality previously unseen, was fully displayed for his pleasure. 

One hand continued to pinch her nipples as the other wandered down the length of her body. Knees bent and legs spread wide, her fingers found their way in. Now circling her clit with two fingers, her hips began to twitch. The scent between her legs rose into the air as her center began coiling. 

The woman being pleased by her own hands looked familiar to Alan, but the abandonment on her face was new and completely unfamiliar. Stunned by the primal nature contained in his wife, he watched, transfixed. Shaking his head, he wondered how he hadn't seen what was now so apparent. His wife contained all the elements necessary to make his fantasies come true. 

Looking into her husband's eyes, the rules of society no longer mattered. The naughtier she behaved, the more he seemed to need her. With this thought in mind, she bit her bottom lip and continued to play with her clit. As she was lifted higher and higher, small moans began to escape. And as the tension coiling in her loins began to intensify, Kay's hips began to buck. 

Pink pussy lips continued to swell and moisture to flow from her body as she came. One wave after another coursed through and out of her as she imagined hero after hero filling her deepest recesses. Alan's gaze never wavered. He could watch Kay masturbate all day. As she lay there, body still throbbing, he leaned down. When his mouth he invaded hers, she sighed happily. Mouth explored in its entirety, Alan tweaked a swollen nipple. As Alan slapped his wife's shapely ass a little too firmly, he reminded her to dress like a slut. 

Shaking herself back to reality, she rose. Wondering what to wear earlier had been a mistake. Alan had already set out the clothes he deemed suitable. An impossibly short linen dress with razorback straps hung waiting. In any other world, it would be considered a shirt. Black, sheer and with little coverage afforded, it screamed what the obedient wife felt. "I want to fuck." 

One last time, Kay reflected on her image in the full length mirror. She was pleased. The dress displayed all that was good. Turning, she left the bathroom in search of Alan as he waited patiently for her. His lack of irritation over her prolonged dressing brought one thing home. The more she submitted to his wishes, the kinder he treated her. The kinder he treated her, the more easily she accepted his decisions. This was a dance with no obvious end. 

Kay and Alan eventually arrived at a large, beautiful two story home in the middle of Austin suburbia. Lightly tanned brick rose into a sweeping entrance of the upper middle class home. Planters filled with flowers lined the stone path leading to the sold dark wood door. Children playing in the street and a man mowing next door reflected normality. 

Feeling awkward was not the usual for this officer's wife. She had entertained countless from around the world. But this was different. Feeling like the outsider without a rule book, she grasped Alan's waiting arm as they approached a beautiful Italian looking woman greeting those arriving. 

A white smile flashed across the beautifully tanned woman's face as she reached for Kay. With a warm hug and a brief squeeze, she welcomed them to her home. Walking into the traditionally decorated entryway, Kay again felt disconnected from her surroundings. The traditional and elegant Texas home teemed with bodies in various stages of undress. Not knowing what to do Kay looked to her husband. 

With an arch of his eyebrow and a shrug, Alan led his wife into the kitchen. Confused by his normally social wife's silence, he gently nudged her ahead of him. With two trays of homemade coconut cream cupcakes in her arm she approached the host. In his thirties, he was a sight. Brown hair highlighted with gold hung to his shoulders. Dark brown eyes met hers and a wide grin spread across his boyish face. 

A muscular and tanned arm reached out as she rid herself of the cupcakes. Taking his strong hand in hers, Kay introduced herself and thanked him for the invite. A voice that flowed with hidden pleasures greeted her back. Kay couldn't help but notice her body's response, as her eyes took in his broad hairless chest. 

As others entered the teeming space, the now uncertain woman withdrew. Turning to Alan, she now raised her professionally arched eyebrows. Caught in a place between thought and desire, she patiently waited. Guided now and without a coherent thought of her own she moved. Pretending she was a character in the porn she wrote, she opened the backdoor and smiled. 

A small seating area filled with smiling faces and partially nude guests greeted her. Quickly waving and saying hello, the transfixed woman moved towards the staircase. Wooden and scattered with other party goers, it descended into the beautifully landscaped backyard. Slowly, Kay carefully placed each foot in front of the other. Head spinning from the previously eaten edible, she took in all that surrounded. Bodies of every type and size mingled in and out of the beautiful salt water pool. Some were totally nude, others only partially or not at all. Lush foliage and flowering trees set the perfect backdrop to the hedonistic scene. 

Working her way through the crowd, Kay cautiously made her way to the far side of the pool. Nestled under the live oak, waited two green Adirondack chairs. With unconscious grace, Kay settled her petite frame into one and motioned for Alan to join her. Despite the grin her husband was wearing, Kay knew he didn't want to be tucked away. 

Without acknowledging Alan any further, Kay reached for her pipe. She was going to need a little assistance and the weed she had brought wouldn't hurt. Watching the other women, a heaviness settled on her. Despite shape or size, they all appeared comfortable. Somehow, they had been freed from the insecurities that plagued so many. Exhaling slowly, she sighed. As the weed began to kick in, she longed to soar without restraint. 

Giggles and splashes shook Kay back to the present. Floating at her feet was a young red headed woman. Grinning she introduced herself to Kay. Iris knew instinctively that Kay was a newbie. Everything about her screamed of discomfort. Wanting to help, Iris continued talking. As she talked, perky pale full breasts bobbed in front of her. Kay smiled and listened. A feeling of inadequacy moved painfully within her as she longed to join. 

The chair next to her emptied as Alan stood. He was tired of waiting. Dropping his shorts to the ground, he slid into the waiting water. Boobs began appearing all around him as he grinned up at his wife. More and more people were joining the nude as the evening progressed. 

Now, holding the ledge of the pool in front of Kay, Alan motioned her down. With nervous eyes, the blonde woman obeyed. Now two hands grabbed the side of her head and held her firm. In a voice not to be argued with, he told his wife she was a "hottie" and it was past time to get naked. Before Kay could argue, his lips hungrily claimed hers. 

Now held in her husband's firm grip, all worries ceased to exist and she began to unwind. Kisses that started sexual demanding, accelerated. Neck now enclosed by her husband's hands, Kay whimpered as the kiss continued without breath. Only when excited beyond reason, did the military man like to lightly choke the petite woman? Whimpering louder, Kay felt her nipples harden and moisture begin gathering between her legs. 

Without notice, Kay was released. Gasping, she leaned in for more kisses. Her husband wasn't fooled by her attempt to delay the inevitable. Catching her arms as she reached for him, he said without humor, "No more delays. You're gorgeous. You have nothing to stress over." Every protest he silenced before it gained flight. Finally, she relented and slumped, silent. 

She stood and stripped to the sounds of Alan's gently whispered compliments. A soft breeze caressed her suddenly exposed skin. Lightly tanned skin tingled and pink nipples hardened further as she stood revealed. Trying to control the rising need to flee, Kay looked back down. Now four eyes met hers. Trey floated naked next to her husband and lust rose as she smiled. Two lovers were truly better than one. 

Now both lovers waited. With as much bravado as she could muster, the now nude mother of two walked to the stairs. Her pale and plump ass jiggled as she walked, a movement men loved and women feared. Hips moved in rhythm with the sway of her rose tipped breasts as she approached the stairs. People separated and let her pass, in this environment her nudity was natural. A nervous smile remained frozen on her face. Finally, the stairs arrived. Quickly Kay stepped into the waters warm embrace and with only her breasts exposed, she exhaled. 

Partly walking, partly floating, she moved towards her waiting lovers. Trey's muscular and lightly tanned arm wrapped around Kay's waist and pulled her near. She was exquisite to him. The few hours he had spent fucking her, had only whetted his appetite. He wanted more. As Trey caressed, Kay relaxed. 

Relieved to have finally rid herself of the dress she had been wearing, she put one arm behind each man's neck and smiled up. Heat met her. Blue eyes and green looked hungrily down at the petite beauty and she felt the first flicker of arousal. And as that flicker turned into a flame, she leaned towards Trey, head up and lips slightly parted. 

As one of Kay's hand caressed the Captain America tattoo on the Army warrant officer's arm, Alan grabbed a breast and began twisting and turning the pink nub. With a purr, Kay's lips opened as Trey's mouth claimed hers and once again she felt the ecstasy of four hands exploring her body. The coil deep within her tightened and twisted. As sexual heat began radiating down her limbs, the kiss abruptly stopped. 




Fan Male Pt. 02: The House Party



With a laugh and a twist of her already aching nipple, Trey released her and swam back to his waiting group. Her ass was grasped and Kay was pulled into Alan's tanned arms. His blue eyes reflected his growing lust. Intellect had been defeated. A chill brought goosebumps down the nude woman's form. Confused, she wrapped her pale legs around her husband's trim waist. 

The party continued as any backyard barbecue in suburbia would. Guests chatted, ate and swam. Guests swarmed in and about the beautiful and welcoming home. Nowhere did she see the public coupling she was expecting. The conversation was not overly sexualized. Amazement had once again visited her as she listened to nude couples discuss their children, jobs, and upcoming vacations. Part of her was deeply disappointed. 

As her surroundings continued to contain the norm and the unknown she realized an important truth. She was no longer just pleasing her husband. The disappointment that ached low in her belly was all the proof needed. Yes, she would love fiends in the lifestyle but for the immediate future, she wanted to get fucked and not just by one cock. Her husband had been right, fucking two men was going to be addictive. 

Now dressed in her sheer linen dress, she checked the time. Fuck! Only one hour left and only a few couples had disappeared. There was a plane bound for Reno to catch and like Cinderella, Kay felt the clock ticking. Now in the oversized family kitchen, she looked with disappointment to her husband. His dark blue eyes said what she felt. A bust. They hadn't really met any other couples and they were leaving before the party started. A watch glanced at, had sounded the alarm. 

As she was about to admit defeat, a tingling on her neck made her pause. Looking up she caught Trey's light green eyes staring. Brimming with lust, his eyes reflected what Kay had hoped to see. She wasn't leaving before she got fucked. Both men stood staring down at the petite blonde. Impatient, she grabbed Trey's closely buzzed head and pulled him down to her, "Let's play," was heard clearly in the crowded kitchen as she brought her lips to his. 

Taking both men's hands in hers, she wiggled and giggled. Thought had left Kay too. Like a bitch in heat, only her instincts mattered. The spiraling waves of need coursing through her demanded to be heard. Backing towards the sweeping staircase that led upstairs, she playfully pulled the two men she was desperate to fuck. Now it was the two military men that seemed confused. Motioning for them to follow and with a shake of her ass, the horny woman led the way. She could no longer claim innocence; this was her idea and she wanted everything it promised. 

The broad wooden staircase led to a spacious upstairs. Four bedrooms with closed doors were to the right and to the left was an open air playroom. Large, carpeted and with a wrought iron railing overlooking the downstairs, the space was perfect. A three story dollhouse had been pushed to one side as had all other delights of childhood. What remained was an opportunity for adult play.

Both men still listening to thought, froze. Closed doors shut their progress down. Waltzing on a wave of rising desire, Kay spun into the far corner. As her men stood watching, she pulled the short linen dress over her head. Nude, she stood before them, smiling. No words were necessary and Alan hastily lay out a beach towel for his hot wife. 

No reluctance could be detected as Kay reclined onto her back. Spreading her legs, she revealed a perfectly shaven pussy. Two perfectly symmetrical lips were slightly parted. A gold hoop glittered from her outer labia and moisture gathered before their staring eyes. Twisting her own hardened nipple between blue painted nails she motioned Trey between her legs. She needed to feel another man. Dropping his board shorts, the trim fair skinned man crawled to the center of her. 

Moans escaped Kay's parted lips as her hips thrust towards Trey's warm waiting mouth. Wiggling in excitement, she awaited the touch of his tongue. A whimper sprung from her lips and was soon followed by a yelp as the Army man grasped her ass cheeks just a little too roughly and drug her to him. Now holding one thigh with each muscular arm, he began to lick. Immediately the fire between her legs burst into a wave of searing pleasure. 

Blue eyes smiled at the wanton expression his wife now wore. Seeing Kay have sex with other men is was what Alan lived for. Grabbing a handful of hair, he yanked her head up to his and consumed her mouth. Moans of joy remained trapped inside of Kay as Alan's tongue explored every recess her mouth. Time suspended and Kay allowed herself to drift away. All that was left was sensation. One new one after another. As Alan's mouth freed hers, she yelled out, "Please!"

Familiar lips found her nipple and began to suckle roughly. Alan's hand touched where they fell as he growled into her chest. The lifetime fantasy of seeing his beautiful hot wife fucked by other men had finally come true and he could not consume her fast enough. Painful nips, bites and sweet licks covered Kay's withering body in perfect rhythm with Trey's continued oral quest between her legs. 

Voices started to swirl around and to enter Kay's reality as her hips began bucking. Unsure of who or how many people were now watching fueled her hot wife arousal. She really was an exhibitionist at heart. Their voices returned to a distant roar as her body began to take her higher and higher. 

Twitching and turning, she again cried out. The pleasure evoked by two mouths and four hands was too much for Kay and she began to yell louder. Frenzied and in a panic for relief she ground against Trey's swirling tongue. The roughness of his tongue tormented her as it flicked and suckled her clit. She couldn't take anymore and her back arched. All swirling sensations collided into one agonizing flame that consumed consciousness. With her eyes rolled back into her head, she came with a force that surprised even her. 

The smell of sex permeated the space as the sounds of Trey's slurping dominated the room. Kay was a squirter. Trey knew and loved this. His own contentment in the sweet nectar flooding his mouth joined the little whimpers now coming from the collapsed woman. 

With no time for rest, Kay felt her self flipped over and pulled with force to all fours. The warrant officer's face glistened with Kay's juices as he positioned her plump hips before him. Without pausing, he thrust his rigid and straining cock deep into her gaping pussy. Before a sound could be released from Kay, Alan's smooth skinned cock bumped demandingly against her slightly parted lips. Her mouth opened and welcomed him deep. 

The sounds of Kay bouncing back and forth were not the only sounds in the room. Focused on fucking and sucking her lovers, Kay was unaware that bodies were piling into the playroom. Back and forth, she bounced. Trey's thrusts into her pussy drove Alan's cock deeper down her throat, and as she gagged, Alan thrust her pussy back deeper onto Trey. Captured between two men, she felt freed, and liberated from all thoughts of morality. She soared between the two powerful men. 

"Let's turn her around, so we all get a good view," Trey said as he continued to pump his hard cock into Kay from behind. Not consulted, as if she truly were just a fuck toy, her body was turned and faced toward the open room. Both men continued to pump her between them as her eyes widened. Bodies had filled the room. 

It was too much to comprehend. A scene unlike any she could have imagined outside a Roman orgy was being enacted all around her. A busty thirty something woman with natural large breasts was sucking the thick cock of a bald, solidly built man. Behind her, a darker man with tattoos across his back pounded at her pussy. Every sex act performed by players of all builds and colors could be observed. Frozen she stared, as her two cocks continued their invasion. 

Ass cheeks could be heard bouncing as Trey tripled his speed and pounded Kay's tender flesh as it had never been pounded. God she loved her husband for encouraging her to fuck other men! Pushing back, she accepted all that Trey was driving into her. Pleasure at holding nothing back filled her again. Her pussy was this other man's for the moment and he could use her as he saw fit. She reveled in her slutty submission. And as Trey's hard body went rigid, she tensed. Instead of driving deeper, he withdrew. Three hot ropes of thick white seed splattered onto the small of her back. As Alan continued pumping his cock down her throat, Trey used his still hard cock to spread his hot semen across her buttocks. 

Now sated, Trey withdrew and scooted back. Alan, immediately withdrew his cock from her mouth and without waiting for her to catch her breath, shoved her on to her back. Smiling at her husband, Kay spread her legs wide. Without a second wasted, Alan crawled between her legs and plunged balls deep into her just fucked pussy. Lifting her knees, Kay accepted all eight and half inches of her husband's familiar invasion. Nothing could have pleased the woman more than the look of crazed lust on her husband's face. Alan loved reclaiming her after she had been taken by another man. Never had she seen him so excited. 

Alan roared as he pumped his beautiful wife's pussy and watched the orgy playing out before his very own eyes. A lifetime spent with porn had not prepared him for the visual onslaught of reality. Everywhere he looked cocks plunged into wet mouths and pussies. When he looked down to meet his wife's eyes, he saw her motioning Trey to return to them as her arm absentmindedly reached above her head. Not knowing or seeing who she touched, Kay caressed and fondled the balls of a man receiving a blowjob behind her head. 

As Alan continued to pump in and out of the wet recess beneath him, Trey slid his now hardening cock into his Kay's hungry mouth. It was too much. With a roar, Kay had never heard come from her husband, Alan started pumping rapidly. Each thrust came with a loud groan from the Navy man and a yelp from his petite wife. The longest orgasm of his life came hurtling out of Alan and into his wife's loving used pussy. Shaking, he collapsed. Trey withdrew from Kay's mouth and sat back. They all grinned lazily from one to another.

As her body glowed and pulsates with whisks of delight, Kay remembered their impending flight to Reno. Shaking herself, she sat up and looked around. Close to twenty, if not more people were licking, biting, fucking, and sucking. She longed to stay and join the mass of moaning and groaning bodies. Everything in her cried out to stay and play; to fuck. She couldn't, reality waited. 

Turning to Alan, she shrugged, a slight frown on her brow. They quickly dressed and Kay leaned over to her hostess and smiled. Large, natural breasts bounced, as the beautiful woman was fucked on both ends, by two grunting men. Stroking the woman's luscious hair, Kay whispered, "Thank you for having us. I hate to fuck and run, but I have to catch a plane."

Arm around Alan she stared longingly behind her as they descended the stairs and out into the night air. Not ten minutes into the car ride and with a sore and happy pussy, Kay began to think of the pleasure awaiting her with the two new Soldiers heading her way. 

Still serving those who serve...YogaKay xxooxxo



Fan Male



Nervous, I smoked a bowl of weed and then allowed Alan to lead me to my car. I felt like something precious and desirable as he kissed me gently and smiled. He insisted that my "behaving" made him love me more. My need to please was his to use. The surge that came from his absolute control was undeniable. Happier than I could remember, I daydreamed as the love of my life drove me to meet another man.

Alan's insistent fingers played with my pussy as we headed to the Elysium located in the trendy entertainment district of downtown Austin. The smell of my sex filled the car as Alan's fingers slipped in and out of me. Occasionally he paused to twist a nipple or stroke my neck. Claiming to be blown away by my hotness, he implored me to be his ass slut and make him proud. It was so wrong and it made me feel so good. I longed to be the slut he desired. His fantasies were now mine.

Seated next to the windowless club in a dark parking lot, I moaned and whimpered as Alan kissed me passionately and fingered my already open and sopping pussy. Tickling my asshole, he gave me one more kiss. Smiling down at me with his blue eyes glazed with lust, he twisted both of my nipples once more. "There, now you look freshly fucked," and he escorted me from the car.

Walking ahead of him with his hand guiding me, I felt like I was being taken to auction. I no longer felt in possession of myself. I was my husband's to give, and to give as he pleased. The shame introduced by this realization encouraged the burning between my legs. I wouldn't be pretending. I had already become a slut wife in my heart.

Frustration seeped through me as I realized I wouldn't even have a minute alone with Trey. This was not a meet and greet. This was a "meet" only. The dark interior and the black garbed patrons would have made the place perfect for a little play, but there wouldn't be any tonight. Couples appeared to be staying couples at this venue.

A dance floor pulsed with music as the eclectic patrons awaited the burlesque show as I continued to look around. My disappointment confirmed what I had already known. I wanted this as much as Alan.

Trey was at the bar when I first saw him. Taller than I had imagined, he seemed to loom over me like a field of electricity. Our attraction was instant. A tucked in blue polo revealed an obviously flat abdomen and his fitted jeans revealed a very muscular ass. From top to bottom, my eyes found something I now urgently wanted to touch. Light green eyes caught my darker green ones and a smile lit up his face. He approved too.

With a small and sexy smile on his face, and two drinks in his hand, he leaned over. A small kiss landed on my cheek and he said, "Hello." I just smiled. I hadn't been this nervous at thirteen when I decided to ask the neighbor boy to fuck me. It was ridiculous to feel this dizzy in a man's presence, but I did. Reality seemed far away.

After a brief introduction to another couple and his wife, we were soon left to our own devices. This was when I realized there would be no opportunity for even a stolen squeeze or nip. I bristled with sexual frustration. This delighted my husband. The look of smugness on his face was funny and I turned my attention to him. Groping and swaying like teenagers, we watched one voluptuous dancer after another. Sex was in the air.

Shortly after the show, Trey and his wife departed. Only a peck was left on my lips. Seeing the look on my face, my husband taunted me. Declaring a little too loudly what a great slut I was going to be, he laughed. Not proud but tingling with sensuality and shame I whispered, "I think you are right." Lifting my head, I peered up and licked my parted lips. Alan grabbed my arm and we headed home.

Once back home and with a daughter not due for hours, I ran to the bedroom. Clothes were left in my wake. Only my heels remained as I jumped onto our low platform bed. Rolling over and pulling my knees up, I cried for him to lick me, and for him to do it now. Seriously, he said, "only if you admit that you want this as much as I." I didn't want to do that. My coercion and anal fantasies had come true. The part I hadn't seen coming was, that my own husband would be the one coercing me to take another man into my ass.

Coercion was hot, I was snared in his vision. His continued campaign for a threesome had worn me down and I yelled. With legs spread as wide as possible I admitted what I resented feeling. "I wanted to fuck Trey!" I wanted to do all those things I had seen in my hubby's texts. Admitting everything, I arched my hips toward him and begged for release.

Telling me I was a good little slut wife, he crawled towards my gaping lips. I didn't care anymore and when he told me to talk dirty between licks, I did. With gusto, I told him that I wanted other men to bite, lick and fuck me. I craved it. My desire for two cocks was making me sexually crazy. Within seconds I felt myself tensing up as the roughness of his tongue assaulted my clit.

Now fucking my ass with two fingers and my pussy with the same, I was gushing. Imagining Alan licking my ass as I sucked Trey off, started streams of juice flowing from me as I arched my back and screamed, "Get me fucked by lots of boys and to do it now!" 

An orgasm more intense than any I had ever felt before left my body trembling and my mind off somewhere else. The sweet taste of my own flavor came with Alan's tongue as he passionately kissed me. The look in his eyes before his lips met mine was of complete love and passionate adoration.

Because I still hadn't spoken with Trey by light of day I couldn't commit to taking his cock into me. Determined to not fuck a douche bag, I approached my husband. Determined there wouldn't be any "solo" play beyond heavy petty, he gave me my rules. I didn't like them, but I accepted them like the obedient slut wife I had become.

The morning of our solo meeting arrived and I was a nervous wreck. Dressed as my hubby pleased in a sheer white tank without a bra, faded denim jeans and chunky high heel sandals, I felt sexy. Slut jewelry dangling and feeling the rub of my jeans on my pierced labia kept me in a state of sheer need.

The Flying Saucer was our meeting place. Located in Austin's Triangle District, it was close to Camp Mabry, where Trey was stationed. As my car hurtled down Highway 183, I tried not to speed. My emotions once again conflicted. What was I doing? Horny and headed to meet another man my hubby wanted me to fuck. I wondered if I had lost my mind as much as my husband.

Intentionally arriving early, I ran to the bathroom. Again I felt a little foolish as I checked hair and face for something needing attention. Dark rose lipstick reapplied and hair fluffed, I returned outside to wait. My wait wasn't long.

Arriving in his camouflage battle dress uniform, his appearance made me want to support the troops. A brief kiss landed on my lips as he led me inside. We were seated by a young hipster on a tan leather couch. It was in the far corner of the trendy and bustling restaurant. Grinning and with no idea what to say, I waited.

His incredibly light green eyes studied me and made me feel a little nervous. What do you say in a threesome interview? I didn't know, so I asked why he had written me. Assuring me I was the only author he had ever written to, he told me it was my style of writing, coupled with the location of the story, had made him wonder, "Was it true? Was I real? Was I in Austin?"

He had been pleasantly surprised to hear back from me. Now here we were. My ass wasn't mentioned, but I felt the question hovering around me. He had read all my praises for anal intercourse. He already knew what I liked and what my hubby wanted. An hour passed, with much talk about nothing and only a brush of my hand on his.

What each of us wanted was discussed. As I had already predicted, my ass was on the line. Without being pushy, the handsome military man expressed desire for anal play. When asked what his greatest fantasy was, he replied, "Double penetration."

Shit! Of course, his ultimate fantasy was my husband's. I laughed and said, "No promises. I told him, my hubby desired this too, but I was unsure. It would have to be with someone I knew, someone I trusted. He assured me he understood. Two strong and handsome men wanting the same thing was going to be difficult to resist. I knew I was in trouble. 

With the bill paid, he took my hand. We were headed to his car for a little "play" time. Mutual chemistry needed to be tested. I hastily shoved an Altoid mint into my mouth as we awaited the elevator. Once inside, he grabbed me and lifted my head. The first pair of lips, other than my husbands, in over twenty years caught my mouth. Entrance was demanded by his eager tongue and I melted away.

A red sports car that I should have known the name of waited on the top floor of the concrete parking garage. I slipped into the backseat and he quickly followed. As he reached for me, I crawled into his waiting lap and began kissing him. His muscular arms encircled me and time suspended as he continued to explore the deepest recesses of my mouth. A feeling of the unreal accompanied his hand as he squeezed my breast. A stranger's hands roamed my body as I willingly submitted to his and my husband's wishes.

Heat radiating between my legs and nipples hardened under his touch, I let go. My hands roamed over his shaven head and down his arms. The feel of his bulge under me pushed me to want more and I wiggled just a little. Respecting my husband and his rules, I restrained the rising flames inside me. I had to be content to just "make-out."

Alan had insisted that I wasn't to cum. He wanted to see that for himself. We could touch but no relief could be found in that backseat. Trey and I both agreed, there was more than enough chemistry and we parted ways. A date would be set, when Alan returned to town. Horny, I hurried home to my vibrator.

In less than a day, the text came from Trey and my husband within seconds of each other. Wednesday, 7:00 p.m., at the Marriott on I-35. The fun was going to commence. Excitement settled between my legs as my heart sunk. I hadn't really believed my hubby would let it go this far. In only two days, my beloved was going to share me with another man. Why? A question still not answered with anything I considered reasonable. Oh well, the ball had started rolling and it would be almost impossible to turn back now. The delight on my husband's face kept me silent.

Wednesday morning. F-Day. Today was the day that was going to change everything. Nervous doesn't even begin to explain how I felt. Jittery on the other hand does. I was throbbing with lust and shaking with fear. Never had I experienced such contradictory emotions in a split second.

Needing to keep busy and with absolute no intention of cooking or cleaning, I wondered what would fill the next ten hours. Tweaking my nipples unconsciously, I decided on lingerie. Tonight was a special occasion. My first threesome with my hubby. My first time with another man since getting married at twenty three. It only seemed fair that I get a little pampering. I was about to get pounded.

Pulling up to Fascinations, a lingerie store located near central Austin, I hoped I would find something. The large story full of toys, fetish equipment and extreme lingerie was no Victoria Secrets. This place catered to strippers, prostitutes, and apparently today, middle aged suburbanites.

A short, energetic woman greeted me as I entered. Barely thirty and conservatively dressed the chubby salesperson looked more like a Sunday school teacher than a sex expert. Looks can be deceiving. This woman was not only friendly, she knew her business.

Thirty outfits tried and mostly rejected lay across the floor of the spacious brightly lit dressing room. Fluorescent lighting and mirrors surrounding me had not made the choice easy. Comfortable in street clothes is one thing. Comfortable stripping down in front of a man that I had just met, no. The last time I had done that was almost thirty years ago.

One black and pink teddy with peek-a-boo lace, one soft black corset and five new pair of panties later, I entered the jewelry/fetish area. Toys unlike any I had seen met my eyes. As did sex swings, bondage equipment, and body jewelry. It was the nipple jewelry that caught my eyes. Non-piercing clamps called to me. My little pink nipples needed touching twenty-four, seven. 

Sighing, I turned away. Another day, maybe.

Returning home, I continued trying not to worry. No matter what, things were going to change. I decided to go online and find a distraction. I still had five hours till the fucking was scheduled to begin and making myself a little hotter only made sense. Logging on to Scout.com, my favorite "play" site, I looked for my regulars.

Scout, provided scores of men looking for something. A few sincere individual seeking mates messaged me but mostly I met men in their twenties and thirties with serious MILF fantasies. Much to my chagrin, I had discovered that I LOVE cybersex. Talking dirty and trading pictures made me hotter and wetter than any other solo activity.

About a dozen horny boys waited every day for to me appear. Masturbating over the pictures I sent them kept them coming back for more. The more we talked, the more reckless my behavior became. Images of me barely clothed became boring quickly. Now I was exchanging nudes and sexually explicit photos to men in my neighborhood. I knew it was wrong. But nothing had ever made me wetter. Hubby even encouraged me to cyber-fuck while he licked me.

Now horny and rubbing myself between the legs, all fear left and I became impatient. I was ready to play. With three hours left, I decided to sunbathe. Topless, I lay in the hot Texas sun. Again, I took more pictures. My breasts looked beautiful and my nipples extended in the photos I sent the boys online and the two men on tonight's menu.

Finally, it was time to shower. I wanted every inch of me soft, scented and tasting delicious. First, I applied a scented scrub to my entire body. Special attention was paid to my ass, it would probably be the focus of the evening. Inserting a finger into my rectum, I swirled coconut cleanser. Natural coconut taste and scent made it perfect for future kisses. Every move I made felt like foreplay. My juices flowed as I prepared myself to be taken.

Gold snake skin high heels and black stocking accentuated my muscular legs. Black teddy and white lace panties hugged my curves and both seemed to beg for removal. A leopard print shift slid over the ensemble and I was almost ready. A bag hastily packed with lube, condoms, mints, weed, and lipstick was grabbed and I joined my hubby on the front porch.

His approving leer met me. Bulge already showing, he smiled. "You look so fucking hot, baby. God, you make me proud," and he grabbed my curvy ass and pulled me to him. Lifting my chin a little roughly, he pulled my lips up to his. In full view of my lovely neighbors, he mauled my body as his kisses went deeper and deeper. Pinching my nipple with a twist, he again wore a shit eating grin. He was enjoying his win and my open desire to fuck other men.

Thirty minutes later we pulled into the Marriot Courtyard located on North I-35. Still light outside, the whole scene seemed surreal. Seated next to me was my formerly possessive husband bristling with sexual tension. He could barely contain himself. Seeing me get fucked by another man was his sole focus.

The room was standard Marriott fare. Clean, tastefully decorated, and with a small seating area. The king size bed seemed to dominate the room and promised coming attractions. Before I could pack a bowl of weed and get a hit, he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. "I'm touching everything, first. Don't forget you're mine," and the mauling continued.

A knock at the door halted us. Straightening my dress and smoothing my blonde hair, I awkwardly waited as Alan let Trey into the room. Before he turned the knob, my handsome Sailor turned to me and said, "Make me proud." I looked down blushing.

The handsome Soldier smiled at me as entered the room. Tight jeans hugged his muscular ass and lean waist. Looking up, I caught a pair of lust filled light green eyes. His smile spread at my obvious distress.

A brief kiss was given to me and the men shook hands. They reminded me of co-conspirators. Their shared look reflected understanding. I wasn't sure what shared knowledge they had. I wanted to find out. All three of us stood awkwardly now that the moment had arrived. They were waiting for me to make a move.

Chit-chat combined with their expectant gazes on me was too much. I couldn't stand anymore delay and I reached for Trey. My hands found his head and I pulled him to me. His lips and hands grabbed me. With a green light before him, he didn't hesitate. Held a little tighter than comfortable, I opened my mouth to his invasion. As his tongue probed the recesses of my mouth, mine retreated. Glad to submit with my husband watching, I welcomed him with wiggles and moans.

Soon his mouth moved down my neck as his hands grasped my ass and yanked me to him. The strength of his arms left me wet and trembling inside. As he continued to kiss his way down my neck, he guided me back onto the bed. Now lying down, I ground up against him and held his head. When I turned my head towards my husband, a look of absolute delight met me. Watching another man play with me was just what he wanted. He wouldn't be facing any regret in the morning.

Regret wasn't in my mind either. Trey's hands were now twisting my nipples painfully and his mouth locked once more on mine and kept all thoughts away. All that mattered now was the physical. Pulling back off of me, Trey's eyes met Alan's blue ones and nodded. What should have irritated me, didn't. I had just been approved as a fuck toy and I was pleased. I wasn't capable of ignoring the currents already building in my core. I wanted this man to fuck me.

Standing, Trey helped me to my feet. I turned my back to him as he directed. My dress slowly opened as he pulled the zipper down my back. Wiggling my arms out of the traditional sheath, I let it fall to the floor. Two tall handsome military men stared at me and I felt uplifted. My lingerie purchases hadn't been in vain. Their expressions shouted silent approval.

Gentle pressure landed on my shoulder. Knowing what was expected, I let Trey guide me gently to my knees. As I watched him slip out of his clothes I just smiled. Alan now seated, just watched intensely. Porn had left the screen and become his reality. 

My skin rippled with anticipation as I tugged Trey's blue boxers down and revealed a now rising cock. Cut, smooth skinned and amply sized, it was happy to see my waiting mouth. A surge of power cut through me as I inhaled his musty scent. His body throbbed with need.

Wanting to make my hubby proud and feeling intoxicated by these men, I eagerly grabbed his cock and slid it into my mouth. Trey moaned at the sudden wetness swallowing him whole. Sucking and swirling my tongue, I brought him to full mast. My mouth caressed him lovingly. Looking up, my darker green eyes caught his lighter ones. I smiled as I outlined my open lips with his head.

As he held his breath, only the sounds of my gagging and slurping filled the air. The back of my neck burned. I could feel Alan staring at me. Two more deep throats and I looked over at my joyous husband and invited him to join. Within seconds, he was stark naked and pointing his upright 8.5 inches at me. He was so hard I could see the pulse in his cock. He was as excited as I had ever seen him.

Soon, I was being the best slut wife I knew how to be. Sucking and deep throating one while I stroked the other. Back and forth I went. My need to perform and please drove me forward. Nothing else in the world existed for me. Just these two hard cocks. It was my mission, no my purpose, to please them. Sucking one familiar cock and jacking an unknown one, I reveled in their enjoyment.




Fan Male



"Somebody needs to fuck her . . . if you're not going to, I am." My husband's words sailed above my head as my hubby grinned at Trey who did not need any more encouraging. Stroking my face, Trey told me to get on all fours in front of the couch. Wiggling my hips and laughing with delight, I crawled in front of the brown tweed seating. My ass was grabbed and with a loud groan, Trey plunged forward and bottomed out in my already dripping pussy.

Mouth open and aching for a cock, I grinned up at my husband as he settled in front of me. Within seconds, as Trey fucked me from behind, my husband was pounding my throat and the taste of his precum filled my mouth. The taste of my husband was intoxicating and I looked up. His smile met me.

Hands digging into my ass, Trey led the rhythm. Bounced back and forth between two strong military men, I soared. Thought totally gone, my body responded with a primal force. Groaning, whimpering, and with the occasional yelp, I wantonly rode those two cocks.

With a growl in his voice, Trey asked Alan to switch. As quickly as I was filled, I was emptied. My body wiggled in protest. The fire burning in me demanded I be used for their pleasure. My taste filled my senses as Trey plunged down my throat. As I began to suckle, a pressure was felt. Alan's demanding cock was nudging against my tightest spot.

With barely a pause, all of Alan's 8.5 inches invaded my bowels. Now I was being plowed from each direction again. Knowing my limits were almost nonexistent, Alan plunged harder and harder. The smell of our sex and the sounds of skin slapping skin surrounded us as I bounced happily between the men. The cries of pleasure I wished to voice were choked off by Trey's cock filling my throat.

"I know what Trey really wants." Smiling up, I laughed. Trey knew what I meant. Hubby was clueless. "He wants in my ass, baby."

Now with a laugh of his own, hubby withdrew and motioned to my bottom. Ass still sticking in the air, I continued to grin. Not needing anymore coaxing, Trey quickly lined up his now straining cock with my puckered backdoor. 

Pressure followed by the pop allowed him entrance. With a nod from me, he plunged. Declaring my ass "tight," he plunged rapidly in and out of my deepest recesses. I whimpered and moaned to the rising scent of musk.

Before I settled into the rhythm of Trey fucking my ass, he was crawling up my legs. Thrills shot through me as I saw where he was headed. Parting my legs without thought, I welcomed his approach. 

The tension coiling in my belly began burning out of control as I awaited his mouth. Trey wasted no time. Parting my soaked lips, Trey's mouth began to tease. Small little kisses and licks rained down between my legs. Squirming, I scooted closer. Now long laps replaced small. The sensations whirling throughout my body continued to block all thought. 

As Trey licked, Alan moved in next to me. His mouth sought mine and I disappeared. Lost in his kisses, I surrendered further. A little jump marked the moment his fingers slid into ass and pussy. Licked from top to bottom had me grinding and humping Trey's face as his fingers began thrusting in and out of both of my wet holes. As Trey's tongue landed on my clit, Alan moved to my breasts. 

Now one bald, tattooed man, was slurping at my opened and wet pussy as my incredibly handsome husband chewed on my erect nipples. It was just too many sensations at once. Whimpering, I leaned my head back and released my mind. Floating on the wave that was building in me, I held one bristly head and another one with thick dark hair. 

More juice built and started flowing from me. The sound of Trey's slurps further excited me and I groaned loudly. Squeezing both breasts together, my husband nipped and bit both nipples at once as the tonguing continued. Never had an orgasm seemed to take longer or rise higher. The tension flooding through my body was unbearable and I began to shake.

With my husband twisting and turning my now sore nipples, I screamed. Shrieks ripped from me as the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt, peaked and drenched Trey's face. Still bucking uncontrollably, I finished cuming. Within seconds my insides began to coil again and another orgasm ripped through me. 

When we met for coffee I had warned Trey that I was a squirter, but this volume was a lot, even for me. As soon as the last shudder passed through me, I scooted back. Trey and Alan both smiled at me as I lay there panting. Trey's face was slick with my nectar and Alan looked happier than I had ever seen. I contentedly grinned back. 

Alan's familiar hands reached for my limp form and drug me back between the two men. Moving the hand that protected my pussy Alan said, "It's my turn." Whimpering like a little girl, I told him, "No." That I was still too sensitive. Ignoring my protests, he spread my trembling pale thighs and buried his face into my pink folds. 

As I wiggled and he licked, I felt Trey's cock tapping on my cheek. Without thought, I opened my mouth, greedy for his invasion. Leaning over my head Trey plunged to the bottom of my throat. Face fucking me, he gave no pause. Remembering the look on my husband's face when he asked me to make him proud helped me to further relax my throat. Over my head, I heard Trey tell my husband, "You won't have any problem getting invited to parties." My husband's laugh came to me as my face was pounded. I had passed inspection.

Trey's smooth cock continued its assault on my eager mouth. With my neck arched and mouth opened wide, I took everything he had to give. His light green eyes looked crazed as they latched on to mine. Without breaking his gaze, he plunged faster and faster. Pinned and crazed myself, I whirled my tongue. 

Groaning and shuddering, he asked "Where . . .?" Grabbing his muscular ass I showed him. Pulled into my mouth even deeper by my grasp, his body tightened and his thrusts became more rapid. Unable to breath and without one single gag, I sucked. 

Lights began to flicker as I became desperate for air. A roar entered the room as Trey pumped rope after rope of thick hot seed down my throat. Despite swallowing all I could, some still dripped from the corners of my mouth. His pleasure was intoxicating to me and I smiled up as he withdrew. 

With a long gasp of air, I sat and looked at my hubby. He had enjoyed the whole show.

"Sorry, got a little distracted . . . ." I said with a satisfied grin and a slightly goofy shrug. 

"I know," and he went back to licking as Trey drew my head into his waiting lap. 

Trey's lips now captured mine as Alan got down to business. The taste of myself met me and combined with Trey's flavor in my mouth. Everything seemed stimulating and I sighed into his kisses. Rough fingers grasped my nipples and squeezed painfully and I whimpered. Trey's hands were rougher than those I was used to. Although it hurt, it made me even wetter. 

Flames followed Alan's tongue and Trey's hands. The combination of pleasures never felt before continued to assault my nerves and all I could do was submit. Their combined strength made me feel little and defenseless. Nothing had ever felt better. 

As nipples were tugged and stretched, the familiar coiling between my legs began. My husband knows my body better than I do. Sensing my impending orgasm, he gripped my thighs and pinned me. He wasn't letting me go with just one orgasm. 

Back arching and hips bucking against restraint I came. And I came. My juices poured out as my husband drank what I squirted. The room smelled and looked like what it was. A place people hid and became their true self. What I had previously kept suppressed was free. The true me was a slut. 

Two more orgasms were forced from me, as I begged Alan to release me. Finally, he listened and both men freed my exhausted body. I lay there, nude and sprawled wide as my body continued to throb. Trey's fingers gently traced my body as I panted. 

Bodies calmed almost to normality, we all looked from one to another and slightly giggled. Now satisfied, I remembered my nudity and slipped back into my black corset. We all continued to grin as we dressed. Thank you seemed like an odd thing to say. I just continued smiling. 

Dressed, we all paused. Alan and I had no idea what the protocol was. This was our first threesome. Made awkward by the silence, I grabbed Trey. Pushing my soft body against his hard one, I kissed him deeply. The kiss was sweet and tasted of us both. Pulling back I did tell him thank you. It was perfect. His experience with this lifestyle and his kind nature had guaranteed mutual ecstasy. 

As we left, my husband pulled me to him and whispered tenderly, "Thank you, Kay."

Still supporting our troops...Yogakay