0 comments/ 15614 views/ 2 favorites A Letter By: levanyob This is an letter I wrote to a woman just before we went our seperate ways. I never actually sent it, but often wonder what would have happened if I had. Dear XXXXX Here's the sexy letter I promised you, detailing what I hope will happen when I come to stay next. Hope it's not too raunchy & that you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it, but will understand if you want to read no further. I get to your place around 5 or 6 o'clock with a bottle of wine. After hugging and kissing, we flop onto the sofa with a glass of wine, talking, kissing and cuddling. After a couple of glasses, I start to massage your neck and shoulders, which you tell me, feels good. We move to the bedroom and you remove my shirt & trousers as I remove your kimono. You lie face down on the bed wearing only a pair of white panties. Kneeling over you, I begin to rub at your neck and shoulders which makes you sigh and moan as the stress of the last week disappears and you start to relax. I continue massaging for some time, occasionally running my thumbs down your spine. After about 30 minutes, you turn over and tell me to stop before you fall asleep, so we change places. You sit astride me and start to rub and kiss my shoulders. Then, turning me over, you kiss me deeply, sliding your tongue into my mouth, then kiss your way down my chest, licking and sucking my nipples until they harden Slowly, you work your way down my stomach, kissing as you go, on down to my ankles. Then, pulling off my shorts, you kiss and nibble your way back up my legs, paying special attention to the insides of my thighs and the area between my balls and bum. Moving your hand to my stiffening dick, you begin licking and sucking my balls, moving your hand up and down my shaft. I begin to moan, begging you to make me cum, but instead you move back up my body, kissing me once again, your tongue probing my mouth. Returning to my cock, you slide your tongue up and down the shaft, my moaning getting louder as the feeling of pleasure rises, my dick leaking pre-cum. Taking me into your mouth, you begin to suck, your tongue flicking across the head. I cry out as the movement and warmth of your mouth brings me closer to orgasm. Pausing briefly to run your finger across the head of my penis to lubricate it, you then return me to your mouth, pushing your finger into my bum, causing me to cry out. As your tongue once again begins to caress my cockhead, my climax hits and I arch my back as I cum inside your mouth. Exhausted, I lay back, pulling you close to me, stroking and kissing, tasting myself on your tongue. My hand creeps to your breast, stroking in circles towards your nipple. You purr contentedly and I move my mouth to the stiffening bud while stroking your other breast. Turning you over, I plant feather-light kisses on your shoulders and neck, again running my thumbs down your spine. Returning to your shoulders, I gradually move down your back, kissing one way across your back, then running my tongue back the other. You start to moan and by the time I reach the base of your spine, you are beginning to twitch. I prolong the agony a while longer, kissing my way up your spine to your neck, then turn you over. I kiss my way down to your tummy. As you move your hands to your breasts and begin to play with a nipple, I grab your arms and hold them to your sides. Moving to your boobs, I take a nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, sucking and dragging my teeth along the length. Pushing your tits together, I manage to lick and suck both nipples at once, making you moan even louder. Releasing your breasts I hook my fingers under the waistband of your panties as you lift your bum off the bed allowing me to slowly remove your knickers, the cotton soaking, releasing the smell of your juices. Parting your legs, you begin to toy with your sex as I watch, my dick stiffening with anticipation. Gently moving your hands, I trace a path up your thighs, before spreading the lips of your pussy and lapping up your juices. As I reach your clit, your body bucks and you pull my head into you, begging me to make you cum. Nibbling at your clit, I push a couple of fingers into your hole, moving them in and out in time with my licking. As my tongue and fingers move faster, your moans get louder until you cum on my tongue, gasping that you want me inside you, your legs wrapped around my head, your body spasming, sweet juices pouring into my mouth. Neither of us can wait any longer. I place the engorged head of my cock at the entrance to your snatch. With one hand you open up your cunt to me and with the other, guide my dick inside you. As I push inside, we both cry out and you wrap your legs around my waist. Gently moving in and out, I kiss you, our tongues moving against each other as my cock explores your hole. You start to play with your tits, pushing them together, pinching your nipples. I lower my head to suck, your moans getting louder. Rolling us over, you straddle me. I reach up to grab your boobs, rolling your nipples between my fingers as you lower yourself onto me, riding me gently. My finger is on your clit now, rubbing before pushing inside your quim, snug against my prick. You take my wrist and pull my finger to your mouth, tasting your own juices, rolling your tongue around it, getting at every last drop. I move my hands to your backside as you bend to suck on my nipples. My fingers pulling your bumcheeks apart, a wet finger probing for your anus, sliding inside, your sphincter expanding and contracting around it, causing you to squeal. Rolling over again, I pull your legs wide apart and push them back to your shoulders to give me maximum penetration, pushing into your soaking twat with urgency as you beg me to make you cum. With one hand,you pull on your nipple, while your other rubs franticly at your clit, a red flush spreading across your chest, letting me know you are close to orgasm. I release your legs and again they go around my waist as I bend to kiss you, your hands on my back, nails raking my skin. As we near climax, I begin to whisper in your ear, telling you how much I love fucking you. You tremble and start to buck as your orgasm washes over you, one hand moving down to my bum, pushing a finger inside me, massaging my prostate and I begin to cum, the warmth and grip of your pussy milking my seed from me, the pain of your fingers scratching my back and the pleasure of your finger on my prostate. My back arches and the semen rises up my cock, until finally I explode inside you, spraying my cum deep within you as we both cry out. Exhausted, we both collapse and lie panting, unable to speak. Eventually catching our breath, you pull me towards you and kiss me tenderly, nuzzling your head against my chest as I stroke your hair and hug you close to me as you drift off to sleep. Hope you enjoyed it! With much love YYY A Letter Dedicated to my real love, J. I love you, babe. I'll always be your naughty angel. To my love, All the long minutes that drags on into the seemingly endless days, I sit here, thinking about you. Thinking about your touch, your kisses, and your presence. I am thinking about your soft lips, your warm, moist tongue, your arms, your fingers…. I am imagining your warm arms around me, holding me tight against you, your heart beating next to mine. Your tongue gently pries open my lips and inserts itself into my mouth, feeling my moan escape from my lips around your mouth. We kiss deeply and aggressively, as I gently push you on the bed and straddle you, our lips and tongues still connected as one. When we finally separate our lips to gasp for breath, I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to lick you, babe? Do you want my warm moist tongue?” I smile teasingly as I lean over and gently lick at your neck, giving you a feeling of warmness and wetness and you had desired for so long. “Lick me, babe, please...” you beg, as I feel your aching hardness throbbing underneath me, begging to be released from your pants. I keep on licking at your neck, bathing it in warm saliva. You gently nudge my head up a bit and once again our lips and tongues were connected in an aggressive dance. I felt my own wetness staining my panties as I felt your hardness gently poking at it, I move a bit until your dick was aligned with my clit, and I start rubbing myself against it as we kiss harder and harder, our breaths and our tongues and our lips meeting in a wild, lustful blur. The next time we separate to breathe, I sit back up and remove my shirt, exposing my silky black bra, adorned with lace around the edges. My nipples were hard and almost poking out of the thin, delicate fabric. Your eyes nearly bug out as you stare at them, your hands almost automatically reaching out to pinch them through my thin bra. I smile seductively as you as I gently remove your hands from my breasts and pull you into a sitting position so that I could remove your shirt too, then pushing you back on the bed. I lower my head and start licking and sucking at your neck again, and then a bit lower, trailing my lips and tongue across your nipples, and down your belly, until I reach the waistband of your pants. You are almost bursting now from the anticipation, but I just give you a teasing grin as I slowly unzip your pants and reaches inside your boxers. I wrap my soft, warm fingers around your dick, watching your reaction. You stare at me, your lust and horniness and love showing deep within your eyes. “More...” you whisper lustily, your member twitching in my hands. I pull your pants and boxes down a bit, exposing your dick in the air, and it almost immediately stands upright, stiff and hard as a rock. “Should I lick you?” I tease you. “Yes, yes please,” you whisper, knowing that you really wanted my soft lips around your dick, my moist tongue, my warm mouth. Just thinking about it is making you twitch. While staring at you, I sit on the bed next to you and lean over and lick the tip of your dick with my tongue. I lean back up and give a teasing grin, watching you whimper and beg for more in your expression. Then I go for the dive, I grab the base of your dick with my hands and start licking at it like an ice cream cone, coating it with my saliva. I lick at it, and then I take the head of the dick and suck at it hard, feeling your shudder in pleasure. One of your hands reaches over and pulls my right breasts out of my bra and starts pinching at it and fondling it, as you keep on staring at me and my tongue and mouth as I alternate sucking you and licking you. I take you deep into my mouth and hold you in my warm mouth a bit, feeling you throb inside my mouth, and then I slid you out of my mouth, and then sliding it back in again, twisting my head a bit as I did so. You are twitching and moaning, your head and body filled with pleasure that you had missed for so long. “I want you… I want you… “You gasp out in dry whispers. “Me what?” I tease, taking my lips off his saliva slicked dick and leaned over to kiss you aggressively again. While still connected to your lips, I reach down and unzip my pants with my right hand as I caress your hair and your neck with my left. I wiggled my pants down on my legs and then I kicked them off. When we separate again, you seem pleasantly surprised to see my bare legs and my black silky panties, your hands immediately reaching over to rub them and caress them. In response I push them on my waist as I climb on top of you and straddle you once again. I pull the crotch of my panties aside and we both gasp with pleasure as your saliva slicked dick pushed yourself deep inside my tight wet pussy. “I wanted you for so long,” I whisper in joy as I start sliding up and down you, your hands keeping my balance as I move. I feel the cloth of my panties mixed with your pubes rubbing against my clit harder and harder, as I feel the warmness building up from deep within myself. Suddenly I felt it. It was a warm, explosion, radiating outward from the inner core. I felt my body grow limp as I felt your juices shoot deep inside me, and I collapse on you, kissing you deeply, feeling your arms around me so warmly. Still imagining your arms around me. Imagining your warm arms around me, holding me tight against you, your heart beating next to mine… I wish you were here right now. I miss you. Love, your naughty angel. A Letter This letter was shown to me by my friend Jill. It was written to her father. . Dear Robert Gene, Martha Marie and Marc David, I remember the day very clearly. It was 1969, April 11th to be exact. I took my youngest children to church to prepare for Easter Sunday. Standing at the door was an attractive man. I didn't know his name but, what I did know is that he was sexy. He wore a baseball cap and was very cute. I think he was there to attend an AA meeting. There was a lot of activity at the Church today. Somewhat unusual for a Saturday, definitely not typical. My mind and body shivered. My pulse raced at the sight of him. I'm sorry if this embarrasses you, it is not something children should hear about their mother, but it had been a long time since I had known or experienced love and attention in my marriage bed. In the way that all women respond, portions of my body began to ache. Some call it an "itch." What made an impression on me was that he opened the door for us as we rushed in, late as usual. I wasn't use to men being so gentlemanly. "Happy Easter to you and your family Vera" he said as I exited the church. That stopped me dead in my rush to leave. "Excuse me? Do I know you?" I asked. "My niece is Emily. Your daughter's friend?" He attempted to explain, in almost an apologetic manner. "Oh, so you're ......" I stalled for further explanation. "Martha; Emily's mother, is my sister." he said. "Oh, you're from California, right? I remember now, Martha has told me about you. You're her twin brother," Finally getting the connection. "Nice to meet you finally," I said. He blushed, "Remember we met at the children's Christmas program last year?" I thought it was cute that he was embarrassed at the fact that I didn't recognize him. I should have been the one blushing. "It must be your baseball cap" I laughed nervously. "I'm doing ok. Just feeling really crazy today." I was feeling very flustered at my attraction to, what amounted to, a perfect stranger talking to me. I turned to leave only to bump into the door jam. "Ouch," I said grabbing hold of my nose. As you can imagine, I was totally humiliated. "Are you ok?" He asked, putting his arm around my shoulder. He turned me around so that I was facing him. He was taller than me by about a foot. "Yes, I think so. My pride is more damaged than my nose." I laughed nervously. "I think I'd better look at it." First touching my cheek with his finger, and then holding my face in his hands. "At least it's not bleeding." he continued. I was feeling shy and had closed my eyes. I could clearly feel his breath on my face. I opened my eyes and all I saw were his dark brown eyes staring at me. I sensed a look of passion in them. Even when he knew I was alright, he failed to release me from his grasp. I slowly parted my lips and whispered, "kisssssss" He touched my lips with his; tentative, as though expecting me to change my mind. "Mmmm" was my only response. After a gentle kiss, which quickly turned passionate, Marc looked up, and glanced around the vestibule. I worried someone had seen us. Putting his cheek against mine, he whispered, "We're alone." into my ear. Releasing my face, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I could feel his arousal and it excited me even more. He moved his hands to squeeze my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling me even closer into his pelvis. When I said, "Yes," he released my hips. He took my hand and quickly pulled me about ten feet into the men's room. When he locked the door behind him, I panicked. Yes, I was physically attracted, but I was married. What exactly did he have in mind for me? His eyes asked me if I was ok with what we were about to do. I took steps toward him never breaking eye contact. He stepped forward pushing me back from where I had been. He used his body to pin me against the wall of the restroom. He began kissing my neck and massaged my breasts through my blouse. I had not felt such passion in many years and completely submitted myself to the ecstasy I was feeling. Knowing this man wanted and desired that, which I had to give. I suppose the details of what happened next don't have to be described completely. Let me simply say he stepped out of the restroom first, making sure no one was around , before signaling me that it was safe to exit. Again, he was a perfect gentleman. We were both smiling and as we left the church through different doors to minimize suspicion, he smacked my ass as if in appreciation for the pleasure I had given him. We only saw each other one more time, and that was 20 years later. The day of your wedding to Emily. You always believed you married your sister's best friend. I remember how upset your sister was that Emily was 8 years older than you. That wasn't the primary issue for me. That wasn't my main concern. The reason I insisted you marry in Connecticut was that it is a State which recognizes the marriage of first cousins. Marc David, you and Emily are actually cousins. No one else knew this secret except your deceased father who knew it couldn't be his. We had not been intimate in the 4 years prior to my indiscretion. He never mentioned it, nor did I. He accepted my baby, and the name I choose to give him without condition. It is not a coincidence that you and Emily's Uncle are both named Marc David. I felt it was only right that you knew who your real father is. It's Emily's Uncle Marc. Please forgive me. Love, Mom I like to tease Jill that this is why she has six toes. J/K A Letter My Dearest, You know who you are so I shall not share your name like I will this letter. You keep telling me I write beautifully, so I have decided to write something specifically to post in an attempt to express how grateful I am. For your unwavering friendship, your support through rough times and your unexpected love, there is no thanks great enough but to care for, support and love you in return. And even that feels like it falls short at times. I know you are constantly worried that you will drive me away with your near constant state of arousal around me, but there is something you forget. I am insatiably hungry for you as well. I have described how I want you before, but this time I intend to leave you flushed and breathless when you have finished reading this; Imagine, if you will, that I am there with you and in the midst of one of my fiercely stubborn streaks that you claim to enjoy so much. That instead of letting you roll me beneath you and tease me nearly to madness, I have you beneath me. Straddling your body, pinning your hands on my calves, beneath my thighs so that you cannot reciprocate as I kiss you. Starting out softly, barely touching my lips to yours. Then progressing to nipping and suckling at your mouth before pressing more firmly. Finally letting my tongue trace the edges of your lips, then invading to probe around curiously. My fingers tracing through your hair and down the sides of your neck to find your shirt. Unbuttoning it slowly while my mouth continues to move in a torturous tease over yours. Pushing your shirt off your shoulders to massage my hands firmly over the skin beneath. The motion causing my hips to grind against yours, nearly allowing your hands to escape the vice made by my legs. Oh but not yet...I have far to go before I let that happen. Pressing tiny kisses along your jawline and down to your shoulder. Sitting up and smiling down at you, then letting a playful growl rumble low in my throat. Lunging for yours in such a way that it looks like I must bite you, but you know better don't you? Barely letting my teeth be felt, breathing warmly over your vulnerable pulse points instead and tracing the tip of my tongue just enough to leave wet trails. Drawing swirls, circles and wandering lines of moisture and blowing softly over them to make them stand out in stark cool contrast. My hands sliding down your chest now, almost tickling, slipping between my thighs to find the fly on your pants, unfastening the button and zipper. My fingers finding their way inside to push your briefs down, freeing your cock from the confines. By now you would be hard, even if you did actually try to resist before my fingertips circling your base and crawling up your length would do the trick. Not to mention the words I would be purring in your ear. I love your cock, I find it gorgeous, and irresistible. Releasing your hands, but I know you are curious what I have in store and will behave for me. Kissing my way from your throat over your collarbones, down your breastbone. Perhaps taking a side trip or two to flick my tongue over your nipples. Continuing on over your stomach, grinning wickedly as my breath tickles your skin. My hands tugging down your clothing as I allow my breasts to brush over your cock in my silky shirt. Breathing hotly over you as my lips hover less than an inch away. Reaching out with my tongue to trace the contours and lines of your cock. Watching your reactions with predatory eyes. Wrapping my lips around you and sucking greedily, flicking my tongue up against you in my mouth. Taking you just to the edge before I pull away. Waiting just until you start to reach for me to push you back again, straddling your hips, allowing you to feel that I have purposely skipped panties today. Smiling as I raise my arms and roll my hips, giving a slow lap dance before I begin to inch up the skirt of my dress. Slowly revealing the tops of my stockings to view, then the clasps and elastic of my garter belt framing my clean shaven pussy. Sweeping the dress up and off over my head, revealing my bra in the process. Sliding the straps off my shoulders as I roll my hips again, smirking at the sound you make as your cock slips lengthwise between my lips. Unfastening my bra one hook at a time, starting at the top and working my way down through all six. Exposing my breast to you accompanied by another roll of my hips. This time pausing at the top of the roll to toss my bra aside and tilt my hips so that the rest of the roll is a thrust down over you. Pleasure is a guaranteed conclusion when I talk with you, it's just how we get there that changes each time. Which of us takes the initiative or control doesn't matter, except for the fact that it is now your turn my love. -Arrow A Letter and a Confession Maybe if I write a full confession I will be able to find some peace and get some rest. Don and I (Alice) would have been married fifty-three years this weekend. But instead I'm alone and lonely with terrible floods of memories coming back to haunt me. There is no excuse for what I did. Fortunately, my guilt and shame had made me straighten up and toe the line about fifty years ago. Why didn't I come clean then? Don was from a town in another state. We met when he came to a company business meeting here. We had dinner together a couple of times and it was almost love at first sight for both of us. Six months later, Don wrangled things around and got a transfer to the local office. About three months after he arrived we got engaged and four months later we were married. The problem started on our wedding day. We had a beautiful wedding and reception, well at least I thought so until late in the reception. Cliff was Don's best man and this is where the problem began. You see, Cliff and I had been school mates since he came to town in the fifth grade. In high school we dated and became 'the pair' at school. On my graduation night, we slipped out from the party we were attending and I gave up my virginity. We both attended the same university, were in the same engineering program, and we were together a lot. I dated very few other guys and he dated few girls. Cliff was a fantastic lover and I was always happy to crawl into bed with him. We were great lovers but, during the latter part of his senior year we both began to think and to realize that marriage wasn't right for us. We didn't have any real problems but we just seemed to be drifting into different adult concepts of what we wanted in life. Upon graduation he accepted a commission in the service. I dated more fellows during my last year and a half of school than I had dated in six previous years. On his first leave, when he came home, we both affirmed that we weren't in the cards for each other. We agreed to remain friends and we had sex the last night of his leave. And yes, we remained friends and even had sex on occasions. Cliff served his two years, came home, and came to work for the same large engineering firm that I had gone to work for a year earlier and was shocked when he walked in on his first day. Our friendship remained and we went out together on occasions. However, six months after Cliff came back he was married to a cute gal from a town on the East coast where he had been stationed. I didn't realize at the time that the last three times I had sex with him, he was already engaged. Of course, that ended our relationship. I wasn't hurt in the least and I was happy for both of them. OK readers, don't get ahead of me, but yes, this is where Don was transferred. He had come to that business meeting here a few months after Cliff married. As it turned out, Don and Cliff had worked on a project together a little earlier and so they rather quickly became good friends. When things started getting serious between us, Cliff never said a word about our former relationship. So that's a long story to fill you in on our relationships and it tells you why Don asked Cliff to be his best man. So back to the wedding. The wedding was very large since my family I was a relatively prominent and longstanding member of the community. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was elegant. I was as happy as anyone could be until a bunch of our co-workers separated us and proceeded to pour drinks to get us drunk. They were successful with Don and they tried to do the same to me, but I wasn't going for it. This was my wedding night and there were better things to do than get plastered. By midnight, my folks and most of the older (over 40) crowd were gone. The younger set was on a champagne binge. One thing was obvious, Mom and Dad had done well to reserve hotel rooms for all the younger generation. Very few of them could even find their cars, let alone, drive them. I finally decided that this was enough and tried to get to Don. I found him propped in a chair and he was totally out of it. I wanted to cry and I didn't know what to do. About the time my despair maxed out, I felt a hand take my elbow. Turning I was looking at Cliff. He obviously had not joined the binge. His wife Gerry, had not been able to attend. She was pregnant and about a month from delivery. She was not feeling or doing well, and was staying with her mother until the birth. When they got down to the end, Cliff was going to take vacation and fly East to be with her. He asked me if I would like him to help get Don to our room and I quickly said yes. Between the two of us we got Don to the room and into bed. By the time we finished, I was really feeling sorry for myself. Our wedding night and a husband that was stoned. "Would you like to go downstairs to the bar and have a cup of coffee?" "Yes I would, but I'm still in my wedding gown." "It's late and there won't be many people around and nobody will care, come on, let's go. I would enjoy a cup." What the hell. Gown or no gown, going to have a cup of coffee was better than sitting in the room with a stoned husband and feeling sorry for myself. I grabbed my purse and we headed for the elevator and bar. We drank coffee and chatted. Cliff told me about Gerry's situation. It was inconvenient, but nothing of any consequence. He repeated several times that having her gone for more than two weeks was hard and he missed her. The bright spot was that he would fly out and be with her next weekend. She should have only three weeks after that. We finished our coffee and went back upstairs. He walked me to my room and told me how much he had enjoyed being with me again. With that he pulled me to him and we kissed. Well the kiss turned out to be more than a friendly goodnight kiss. I felt myself pressing into him and his hand was massaging my buttocks through my wedding gown. Reluctantly I pushed him away and prepared to go into the room. I was dreading going back into the room, and just before sliding the key card into the slot I turned back to him and affirmed that he was the best man. Without even thinking I asked if the best man wasn't supposed to take care of the bride and groom until they got away. With that question a little smile started to appear on Cliff's face. Although I was far from drunk, I was still feeling a little happy glow. I know that if it had been anyone but Cliff and our past relationship, the following remarks would never have happened. I told him that the bride needed help and asked him, "I don't think it is right for the bride to not feel a cock in her on her wedding night; if the groom isn't functioning, wouldn't it be the best man's duty to fuck the bride on her wedding night?" I don't have to tell you how he replied. I slipped the key card into the slot, quietly opened the door and it was obvious that Don was out for the count. I closed the door quietly and we headed for Cliff's room. I didn't need anyone to tell me that this is not what I should do, especially on my wedding night. But I was so pissed with Don that I quickly rationalized that it would serve him right and that every bride is entitled to sex on her wedding night. It didn't take but moments before I was out of my gown. It wasn't until then that I remembered that I had prepared a surprise for Don, I wasn't wearing any panties. Cliff immediately noticed and asked if I hadn't felt naughty standing at the altar with all of those people and wearing no panties. I told him that I had felt naughty and during the ceremony when I would think of it I was almost embarrassed. He smiled and told me that my surprise wasn't wasted. He really appreciated it and he pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs wide before burying his face in my crotch. It was a warm, good, and familiar feeling being with Cliff and he had lost none of his expertise in completely satisfying me. The only down side was that he was using a condom. He didn't want me to have to possibly explain his cum where it didn't belong. At this moment I felt sorry that the two of us weren't more compatible. He had so many wonderful qualities, but we would never have made a marriage work. We were a wonderful party pair and we were fantastic in bed, but that's where it ended. Having him back in me again was so good that we did it a second time. Only this time I persuaded him not to use a condom. Instead, when the time came, I spread a towel on my breast and collected his sperm there. By now, all the effects of alcohol were gone and I was laying comfortably in his arms. For the last couple of hours I had forgotten Don. My body belonged to Cliff. Then everything came screaming at me. I looked at the clock and it was moving toward five in the morning. I jumped out of bed, put on my gown as best I could and raced for my room. I heaved a sigh of relief when I opened the door an saw Don right where we had left him. I undressed, cleaned my face and took care of the toilet necessities and crawled into bed next to Don. I could sleep late since our flight to Acapulco wasn't until afternoon. I lay there for a moment looking at him and reaffirming that I really did love him. Pangs of remorse for what had happened made me feel bad and tears followed as I went to sleep. I was awakened with the sensation of a hand rubbing my body and rays of sunlight streaming through the slight opening in the curtains. It took just a moment before I realized that Don was sitting behind me and rubbing me. I stretched and started to turn toward him. "Good morning Mrs. Rapp, beautiful wife. I'm so sorry to have passed out on you last night. I'll make it up to you whenever and however you want. I'm sorry. I should have been stronger." I was surprised, instead of sporting a screaming hangover, he seemed rested, chipper, and ready to go. (I learned much later that he has a low alcohol tolerance. He will generally pass out long before he really gets drunk. Therefore he is rarely plagued with hangovers.) I gasped as I recalled what had happened. But I quickly recovered and told him that I loved him and we would make it all up on our honeymoon and quickly changed the subject to getting packed, getting something to eat and getting to the airport. I was struggling with the thought that in a matter of hours after my wedding, I had already been unfaithful. It was all I could do to keep the tears back. About the time I thought I had things under control, the memories of Cliff came back. The tears rolled and Don was immediately by my side wanting to know what was wrong. I lied and told him I was just overcome with happiness. We had a wonderful honeymoon and we spent many hours in bed together. When we returned, Cliff told us that Gerry was doing well but that the baby would have to be taken by c-sect. That was to occur a week from Thursday and he would fly East on Tuesday night. On Friday night Cliff called and asked if I could come over on Saturday and help him decorate the house for Gerry and the baby. Don was playing tennis that morning and I agreed to help. I don't know why I did this (well really I did), but instead of dressing in old work clothes, I put on a pair of tight fitting short shorts and a tank top. I should tell you at this point that Cliff and I are not and were not in love. We had been lovers. The thing that set him apart was that his cock, though not out of average, had a very large mushroom head. That head, when it was working in and out had a feeling like none other. Well, this was the beginning. When the decorating was done, we ended up in the bedroom and I enjoyed his cock again. After that, we found occasions from time-to-time to get together for sex. Naturally we were very careful to not get into a pattern or do anything that might arouse suspicion. This went on for approximately eighteen months, until a few months before I delivered our first child. The day after the delivery I was shocked to hear that Cliff was in the hospital. He had a broken arm and was rather badly bruised in a fall down some stairs at work. I tried to see him, but he was heavily sedated and there was not much I could say to him. A couple of days later I went to see him. As I arrived, Gerry was just leaving. She told me he would go home this afternoon but she knew he would be happy to see me. When I reached the door he beckoned me to come in and shut the door. He started talking and noted that we were both parents now. The long and the short of his remarks were that in the hospital he had been doing a lot of thinking. We had been cheating on our spouses for some time now and that though we had been more than discreet, he was afraid the clock was going to wind down sometime. We didn't want to ruin our marriages and he felt that now was a good time to call it quits. His comments were like a slap in the face. We weren't getting together that often and the feel of him inside me was still wonderful. I looked forward to the occasional change. But as I listened and thought. I had to admit that he was right. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and departed. I had driven about half the distance home when it hit me. I had to pull off the road into a shopping center parking lot. I was almost drowned in uncontrollable tears. What I had done was unforgivable and why had I had to wait for Cliff to recognize our error and put an end to it? How could I have been so thoughtless and unloving to my perfect husband? I had to ask myself what in the hell was wrong with me to have carried this affair as far as I had. There were no ready answers to my thoughts and as I gathered myself together I made a promise to myself that Don would always be first in my thoughts and deeds and something like this would never happen again. That was the end to our affair and I never strayed again. I'm sure that Cliff didn't either. I will admit that at some parties we were known to steal a little grasp or clutch but who doesn't? Of course, I didn't have the guts to confess what I had done to Don and to ask for his forgiveness. I simply resolved to do what was right, and I have ever since then. * * * * * * Don passed away yesterday at the age of 81. His dying words were the most devastating words I have ever heard. Weakly he asked, "Why didn't you tell me about your affair with Cliff?" A moment later he was gone. I was crushed. I left the hospital in tears. I'm sure most thought it natural and that I was grieving over the loss of my husband, and I was. But the bitter tears came from the knowledge that somehow he had known and lived with that knowledge all these years and I never was honest with him about the affair. Our attorney delivered a letter to me today. It will haunt me the rest of my life. * * * * * * The Letter; Dated a fifteen days after our son was born. Dear Alice, By the fact that you have received this letter, it is obvious that the divorce papers were never served. The first thing I need to say is, 'Thank you for ending the affair with Cliff when you did, or at least keeping it so well concealed that I never knew it continued.' Your affair started to unravel just before you became pregnant with our first child, David. I was in a restaurant, not one of my usual haunts, with some clients. I became aware of the 'locker room boy talk' taking place in the booth next to us. This guy was telling about fucking the bride on her wedding night while her husband was passed out. In fact he had her twice. At some point I heard that the fucker had known both the bride and the groom very well and he had been their best man. I was kind of amused at the story and couldn't help but wonder how much truth there had been in the tale. I then concentrated on my clients again. But I received a shock when I left, to see Cliff with these men in the next booth and then to recognize that it had been his voice I was hearing. He didn't see me. You don't normally look at our bank statement, but if you had you would have seen cash advances at that time for several thousand dollars. The money was for a private investigator. He caught you and Cliff together about two weeks later and one more time about six or seven weeks after that. At the time I figured as your pregnancy had advanced that you had stopped for a while. The attorney destroyed the photographs before he delivered this letter to you. When you delivered our son I was the happiest man alive until the horrible thought hit me, "Is he really mine?" The first time the investigator reported you together was about coincident with the time you became pregnant. I had no way of knowing if Cliff was using a condom and I knew you were off the pill. Before coming to the hospital to see you that night, I have to admit that I helped Cliff fall down the stairs at the office. Before the paramedics got there I told him that if I ever saw him so much as look at you again inappropriately that he would be the contributor to at least one divorce, he would be looking for a new job, and would probably endure another hospital visit. I don't know why, and I hope my intuition is right, but I think I got the message through and since you are reading this letter, obviously something happened as a result. I had DNA tests run without your knowledge. The results came back today and thank goodness our son is, in fact, ours. Had he not been, I would not be writing this letter right now and we would be in the initial stages of divorce proceedings. I am sitting in my new office, since my former office was transformed into a nursery. You have been home for almost a week and I can hear the wonderful sounds of David gurgling and cooing in the next room as you are preparing him for bed. I am fighting the escalation of overwhelming joy and happiness over our new family member while reeling at the dreadful fear over what little I now know about you and Cliff. As I write this letter, I don't know what I can expect of the future. Have you, or will you end your affair? Or, now that the pregnancy is over, will you be back with Cliff again? Of course, I have no way of knowing how much time will pass before you read this letter, if that is to occur. I am praying that it will be many years which means you have ended the affair. The unknown is a horrible specter to deal with and how long I will have to deal with it is one of the big unknowns.. It's awfully hard to face and proceed through life not knowing if you can trust your partner. Now I go to bed each night praying that this nightmare will be lifted and almost afraid to wake the next day for fear of hearing the news that will result in divorce. The most wonderful thing that could happen right now is for you to come to me and that we can be honest and find a way to repair the wound. If you are truly sorry, I will forgive you because I love you. However, I don't really expect that to happen and obviously you didn't because I would have destroyed the letter had you done that. I'm sorry you have to read this after I'm gone. I would have loved to have you tell me why. You are the love of my life. Your husband of some unknown, and I hope a happy number of years. Don * * * * * * The funeral is tomorrow. Since I read the letter, I don't think I have stopped crying. A little bright spot came last night when Cliff and Gerry called to let me know they were in town. It was going to be so good to see them again. They moved to Hawaii to retire fifteen years ago and this will be one of the few times I have seen them since they moved. They came to the house after the funeral and we visited. At one point I went into the kitchen to prepare some fresh drinks. Cliff excused himself from Gerry and followed me in with an offer to help. He was very nervous and fidgety and just before I was ready to take the drinks out he came to me, helped me put the tray down and then in an almost fearful voice said, "Gerry asked me to find out if you had recently received a letter from Don that had been written a long time ago." A Letter and a Confession It is a good thing I had put the tray down because I certainly would have dropped it. "Oh my God, how did she know?" I could see the alarm and fear gripping Cliff. "Wha... What's the letter about Alice?" I hadn't seen Gerry come to the door. "It's alright Alice. It is all water long gone over the dam. If you want to show him the letter, I can get rid of the one I wrote for him." A Letter Becomes Dialogue Daniel, I want your big hard dick in my tight pussy. Forget foreplay, just fuck me like crazy! With every thrust of your cock I thrust my hips in the opposite direction just to feel you even harder and deeper. Time to switch. Doggy-style... Mmmm my favorite. Down on all fours, I beg for more and more. Harder! Pound me! Oh, Daniel! Harder! Oh, Daniel. Fuck me! Fuck you! I want to feel your dick in my throat but not through my mouth. Oh, DANIEL! Oh wait, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, don't stop, don't you ever stop! What? We are not done yet? You want to put your dick where? You want anal sex? Let's do it. Easy, easy babe, ow, easy... Ah, you feel so good. Mmm, wait... Slow, please work it in slow, oh. Ah, there we go. There we go. Okay, hold on. Let me work it first. Let me thrust my hips into you. Oh, baby, oh you feel so good! Okay Daniel, take charge, fuck me! Faster! Oh no, not already... Oh, I'm cumming again! Damn, I come faster during anal sex! Don't stop though. Keep pounding that ass until you cum babe. Oh, oh, oh yes! Oh YES! Keep it coming, keep it going! Oh DANIEL! Please do not ever stop! Oh. Oh my. Oh babe! I feel you cumming. I feel your fluids filling me. Oh, wow. Oh damn, you are good! Huh? What? Yeah, I am awake. What's up babe? Oh, you want to have some fun. What time is it? Three in the morning... Okay, if you want to. Here, let me give you a blow job for a few Daniel. I want to suck your dick like a lollipop. Mmm. I love the size of your shaft. Hold on babe, I am not done yet. Now I am going to suck you like a popsicle. Mmm, flick of tongue, thrust of a hand. I am going to deep throat you now. Yes, I can handle your big hard cock in the back of my throat. Don't worry babe, I can control my gag reflex. Wink wink. Mmm. Faster and faster in my mouth you go. Faster and faster in my mouth you cum. Hey! Wow, you flipped me over fast. Your turn? Oh, I love your masculine hands running across my body. No, I don't mind, kiss me anywhere. Ahh. Mmm. Oh, that feels like a hickey. Giggle. Did you just give me a hickey? Mmm, suck those tits. Oh baby. Oh! Hello, Mr. Finger. Oh, no. Please. Please... Oh, I cannot handle it! Oh don't, don't bury your face in my pussy. Oh no... I can't handle it! Oh wow, your tongue flicking my clit... Oh Daniel! Okay. STOP! Stop and fuck me! I want you in me now! Oh yeah, just like that. I love the feel of your cock in me. I love the feel of your body lying on top of mine. I just love the feel of you! Yes, yes, yes! Go ahead; put my legs over your shoulder. Whatever makes you happy dear. I don't care how you fuck me as long as you do! What? It's four o'clock already? No, I don't want you to stop. I don't care if I have to be up in three hours. Let's keep going until you get your fill. Giggle. You never get your fill of sex? That works for me. I never do either. Mmm. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. I don't care if I'm sore in the morning. I just want sex! Give me more! Give me all that you can! Don't worry about me. I love it. I like the pain. I like you in me. You can stay there forever for all I care. It's all good. As long as it is with you I am happy. Come on babe... I know you can tap that ass harder than that. Giggle. Yes, please, hurt me. Oh babe! Oh DANIEL... Are you sure you have to leave? I know; I understand. She is one lucky lady. Yeah, I'm good. I mean hell, I'm still feeling you between my legs Luv. I don't think my climax has ever stopped. Okay. Thank you for visiting me. I appreciate it. Definitely, we will definitely have to get together again when you come back to town. Heck yeah, anal, oral, whatever you want Daniel. Like I said, as long as you are in me I could care less. Giggle. Until next time, Piper A Letter For My Wife This is a private erotic message. You will want to be alone while reading this. And you will definitely want to have access to your pussy. I know how hard it is to study when you are turned on. So use this letter to release your feelings and help yourself concentrate. I trust that you are alone. A STORY FOR MY BEAUTIFUL (AND NAUGHTY) WIFE We are both nervous as we walk through the door. There is a smell of sex and eroticism in the air that turns us on immediately. We are greeted by a woman wearing a see-through negligee and powerful perfume. She asks, "What do you desire?" I take control and tell her that we are interested in having sex with another woman. She gives us a "menu" with pictures and a list of special talents for each picture. We smile shyly and sit down to begin looking for our first erotic adventure with another. "I want this one." I look into your eyes and know why. She is blond and has lips that look like they were made to please. Her talents include: bi, oral, and couples. "We would like to meet her." We are told that she will be in shortly. We sit back and drink champagne. There is another couple across from us and she has her hand inside of his pants. He is hard and you can see the outline of his cock through his pants. She smiles and dips her head into his lap. She moans as she tastes him for the first time. I look at you and you are fixed on the couple. I can tell that this will be a wonderful day. Our playmate finally arrives and introduces herself as Joy. She leads us into a small room with a bed and a shower. She tells us that she has been on vacation and feels lucky that she can once again be with a couple as she hasn't had an orgasm for 2 weeks. She tells us to have another glass of champagne while she rinses off her body. We watch as she undresses and steps under the water. She lathers her body seductively sending glances our way as she does. She motions for you to come inside and your face turns as you realize that you will once again know the pleasures of a woman. And this time, it will be in front of the man that you love. I help you take your clothes, pressing my hardness into the small of your back to let you know that I am as turned on as you. Tentatively, you step into the shower that has a seat, a detachable shower head, a handle on every wall, and a soft mat for your knees. She embraces you with a long kiss and I see your body melt into hers as the passion grows and your inhibitions disappear. She slowly lathers your body with a soft sponge. When she gets to your breasts, she moves the sponge over your nipple and smiles as you jump. She takes your nipple in her mouth and washes the other. your knees buckle slightly and your mouth opens as the sensations wash over your body. Joy realizes that you are ready and whispers for you to step out of the shower and relax on the bed. You do as you are told. Before you lie down, she mentions that there is a tiny vibrator that fits onto the end of your finger under the pillow. You put it on. You open your pussy slightly to tease me before you touch your clit with your vibrating finger. I am on fire and harder than I ever remember. There are wet hands on me. Joy tells me to undress and step into the shower. I am supposed to watch the two of you pleasure each other while I wash my body. I step into the shower anxious to watch the two of you taste each other. To my surprise, Joy rolls you onto your stomach and spreads flavored massage oil over your body. She is careful to spread the oil everywhere. She straddles your back and gently rubs your shoulders. She relaxes your entire body muscle by muscle all the way to your feet. My shower is done and I am standing next to the bed staring at my beautiful, naked wife while she is receiving a massage from a naked woman just a few feet from me. Joy smiles and says, "I think that we are ready..." Joy rolls you onto your back and I look at you with total lust and love. Your nipples are hard and I can see how wet your pussy is from the moisture on your lips. You are licking your lips and looking at me with complete passion. Joy tells me to straddle your chest. I do and she reaches around, grabbing my cock and guiding it into your mouth. You moan and almost cum from the thought of what is next. I feel completely exposed with my ass facing Joy. You put your hands on my ass and pull me toward your face forcing my cock to the back of your mouth. You let me pull out and then do it again. You are helping me fuck your mouth. I see your eyes grow big and then shut. I know that Joy has just touched your pussy with her mouth for the first time. Two sensations at once is too much. In the confusion, your throat relaxed and my cock slipped down your throat for the first time. You are overwhelmed. Your breathing gets quick and heavy. Your chest heaves under me and your hips jump up and down. You are so close.... on the edge.... don't stop, PLEEAASSEE, DON'T STOP! You cum loudly, muffled by my cock still in between your lips. Joy lets you relax for a moment and let you come down from your orgasm. But before you can relax, she kisses your lips softly letting you taste your cum on her lips. "Thank you!", she says. You continue to lick her lips trying to taste every last drop. You take my cock in your hand and stroke me as you two are laying in an embrace. Joy inches up your body and gets on all fours with her pussy above your face. You know what you are supposed to do. Your tongue inquisitively reaches for her pussy and you find renewed strength shortly after your orgasm. I slide down in between your legs and lift your knees exposing your pussy. You are so wet. Your clit is pulsing and red hot. I slide my cock up and down in between your lips. Teasing your clit on the upstroke and making you dance. You are pushing your hips down trying to make my cock slide into your pussy. I give you what you want and put half of my dick inside of you. You are wiggling and thrusting, trying to get more of me into your pussy. I hold your hips down and make you wait until I am ready. I stay in the same place long enough that you forget about me and concentrate on Joy's pussy. You are licking her like an animal. Pushing your tongue inside of her and dragging it up to her clit. You are lightly using your teeth to nibble at her sex. She is starting to moan and move her hips. She is riding your face harder and harder. Joy is grinding her clit on your nose and mouth making herself cum. Your pussy is squeezing my cock uncontrollably. Joy starts to cum and starts to rub her pussy all over your face. She is cumming everywhere and I can see her wetness. I start to fuck you faster and faster and I can feel you getting closer. My own orgasm is starting to near. I want to cum with you. Joy has other ideas. She lays down quickly and pulls you on top of her in a 69. She dives into your pussy, licking your clit uncontrollably. She grabs me and puts me in front of your face. You look down and see her finger rubbing her clit as she cums again. She moans into your pussy and it feels incredible. With her other hand, she grabs my cock and pulls it into your mouth. You are on all fours with a tongue on your pussy and a cock in your mouth. You are in heaven and getting very close to cumming again. Your moans have almost sent me over the edge. I grab your hair and start to make longer strokes into your mouth. I am using your mouth like a pussy and throwing my head back. But I have to watch. I can hear Joy cum again. You rotate your hips and grind your pussy onto her mouth. You are using her mouth like a vibrator. Your orgasm overwhelms you. You start to scream, but my dick only goes farther into your mouth. I pull back and violently jam my dick into your throat for the second time today. I start to cum and my eyes close tightly. Joy takes my dick back into her hand and strokes me while still in your mouth. You are still cumming. Your moans have sent me into another world. Just before my cock falls from your mouth, you suck hard to get the last drops from my dick. I fall backward onto the bed as you collapse onto Joy's body. Her pussy is next to your face which is resting on her leg. You see some of my cum on her pussy that must have escaped your mouth. You stick out your tongue and clean it up whispering a thank you to anyone that can hear... I love you with all of my heart. I look forward to a long life of making love to you, fantasizing about naughty times, and making some fantasies cum true. I hope that this helped you cum :-)~ Enjoy your school work! I love you, Your loving husband A Letter from a Friend A letter from a friend to a mutual acquaintance about a night out that I enjoyed. Or maybe it's someone's fantasy, or a fantasy that might never happen that I need to share to lessen the sadness... Dear Sue, I promised I'd write and tell you about my night at that club. I couldn't talk too much about it the other night just because I didn't want to be overheard. I've known G for a while, I've told you about him before. The idea that he would make it possible for me to be there, and to do things I've only read about or seen on the net was just too good a chance to turn down. What a fantastic place! It didn't look that big to begun with – the main area just consisted of a bar and dance floor area. There were doors all round that area leading to different rooms, which was a bit disconcerting. I got the impression that it was some kind of converted commercial building; it's the only way to make sense of it really, that it was a small office block converted on the cheap. There was a video lounge playing porn movies, next to a room like a big cupboard that was just a massive bed with pillows, that could comfortably hold about 10 people. Just down the corridor from that there was a room with a swing/hammock thing, the kind of thing you imagine only really does exist in porn mags. I was entranced by what looked like a viewing room with a one way mirror into the room with the big bed. I don't know why, but I loved the idea of people who weren't brave enough to join in sheltering in that little room and playing with themselves as they watched someone play in the big room. Call me a slut if you like, but the idea of people wanking while they watched me take two or three guys on was just so sexy, and G kept whispering suggestions like that in my ear. One thing you're guaranteed from a guy you've had good cyber sex with is a filthy imagination to stoke the fires! Behind the bar area there was a corridor with several private rooms which had double beds and doors which could be locked. G seemed pretty clued up on the etiquette of the place; I didn't want to think too much about that to be honest. His idea was the private corridor was meant to stay that way so that people who weren't so exhibitionist could still find a place to play. Mind you, that corridor wasn't all about vanilla fun. You know that I fantasize about S&M, and G is a bit of a player at that sort of stuff. Never mind the politics, it just turns me on... At the end of the corridor was a dungeon, although I guess you're supposed to call them playrooms these days. It had loads of things in - a cross to be tied to, another hammock, but with restraints attached, a rack, various chains and hooks I wanted it all Sue - I wanted every bit of that room to be transplanted to my house, for my garage to be that kind of playroom. Except of course that this playroom was open and big enough for people to walk round and watch what was happening. It was so sexy, and I felt so grateful to him for making it happen. I can't claim I felt like I fitted in exactly though. There were not really many people there and to be honest I felt a bit old!! The average age was maybe 30, but a young 30, if you know what I mean. It was couples only, no singles. no alcohol was served, just soft drinks and coffee but you could take your own drink. It didn't help that I didn't know what to wear Sue. I mean, you've been hosting Anne Summers parties for years now, but would you know what to wear when you're not even sure if you can get from car park to door without being seen? I'd gone for a kind of crossover Goth fetish look, with a button up black denim skirt and a short black leather jacket over a basque, stockings, thong and heels. Well, I started with a thong; G insisted I leave it in the carpark, and I gave in to him. He made me leave my jacket in the cloakroom as well – ordinarily Sue I'd hate men talking to my tits all the time but given what we were there for it seemed okay. I liked it actually. The other women were dressed a lot more functionally and minimally. One woman wore a pair of shoes and an ankle bracelet; nothing else. No-one looked at her any more than they looked at me. She was a real showoff too, sitting with her legs apart on a stool... G was a bastard to me while we were sat in that bar, talking to me all the time, telling me he was going to teach me to be willing to turn up at a club naked, ready to take on as many men as he wanted me to... I hated it Sue, and I loved it. By the time we went for a walk round the club I was so turned on... G told me he was walking me round the club to get me settled down, but I think he was being much more devious; He was letting me see what was happening and letting me watch people playing. The only thing worse than being manipulated so obviously is enjoying it as much as I did and I have to be honest Sue, I was loving it.... I watched a black rasta and his beautiful white girl in the dungeon. She was naked and tied in the hammock, spread wide open, shaved and obviously wet. He was sat in the corner on a big throne smoking and watching her. People were just wandering past and stopping to look at her. The next time I saw them they were both in the cage which had a single bed in. She was lying on her belly with a pillow under her raising her bottom. He was spanking her with a paddle, a soft horsehair type whip and his hands. He was using the paddle over and over again, as if he had a metronome in his mind that set the pace. Her bottom was so very red, and each time he moved position you could see the pinkness of her pussy, and how wet she was. All the time he was beating her she was moaning but not crying out. And then she came Sue. She came from being beaten, and maybe from being watched; I'm sure he didn't touch her clit. Her whole body shook and as she came he kept slapping her bottom. It was sooooooooooooo erotic. I was soaking wet watching. And G knew; the bastard touched me a couple of times, but only just enough to make me more turned on. I watched another couple fuck in various positions. I have to say that didn't do much for me, she was a drama queen exhibitionist and he thought he was a super stud. I found it boring in the end. She looked like she was auditioning for the stage and he looked bored! Watching too much porn was probably the reason why they looked like they were in a bad porn movie. Mind you, while we watched them one thing that did turn me on was when a couple next to us started giving each other oral. It was quite dark so not much was to be seen but she was making a noise sucking him. It sounded like she was getting her tongue round him as well as her lips. I was stood right next to them. Then he started sucking her. she was moaning and catching her breath. I started to play with myself and I think I came just as she did!! Make me a promise Sue; read the next bit but don't think any worse of me. We've shared a bedroom on holiday, you and me. We even shared a bed in that caravan when we went away with the kids. I never thought about you in a sexual way, even though I think you're the only person outside my family I've loved consistently over the years, but coming as I listened to that woman being licked by her man tipped me over the edge. I've always thought the lesbian bits in porn were to turn the men on, and maybe they are, because what I did that night was to please G. But I loved it, and I'll do it again to please me, if you see what I mean... G took my skirt off me, so I was naked from the waist down but for my stockings, and told me to say thank you to the woman for turning me on. So I kissed her, and tried to imagine how another woman would like to be kissed. It's confusing; when you're kissing a man you know how it works, but a woman? I got my answer there, that night. It works just as well ass it does when you kiss a man. It was like being 16 again, when you think that if you don't stop kissing then your stomach will turn inside out. And that if you do stop kissing your life will never be the same again. They took me into one off the side rooms, one with a window in the door so you couldn't stop people looking. I could look more closely at the woman as well. She was about 33 or 34 I'd say, a brunette with a wedge sort off haircut. She was wearing stockings and a kind of lacy body that was undone between her legs. And she was randy; so randy. She had me on my back within seconds and she was above me in a 69 position, and she was ssoooo greedy. She had her tongue on my clit, and her fingers in my pussy and my bottom and I was gone. I'd have done anything she asked of me. Anything. What she wanted, of course, was for me to get my tongue into her, and I did. I couldn't concentrate, or see straight, but I was shoving my tongue into her and trying to work out what she was doing to me and trying to do the same things to her. It seemed to be working. Her juices tasted slightly acidic, and sharp. There was lots of them, too. Her pussy lips were neat, tidy, and her bottom was hard to penetrate at first, but once I'd wet my thumb in her juices I was able to give her some of her own treatment, and she was away, moaning and pushing back at me. We had to stop for air eventually, and she climbed off me and held my hand. There were men crowding at the door of the room, watching us, three or four of them. I realised I didn't even know her name, but G and her man seemed to be getting on like a house on fire. They looked at her and me, and it was as if they'd reached a deal. G said 'Three for Kate and three for Bea...' Kate, I thought, she's called Kate. Then I realised what G had said. With the men in the doorway here were six men. 'They let single men in after a certain time Bea. Get in here guys, but her arse is mine.' My arse. He was talking about anal sex. He was saying that they couldn't use my arse, but he was implying that he would. They weren't reticent, the men, but they didn't leap on me either. The first one got between my thighs, and slid his cock into me. I was expecting a pounding but he moved slowly, as if he was trying to find his way. I wasn't sure about it at all, but then G knelt by my head and put his cock into my mouth, and I swear I came from the pleasure of tonguing him. I've been talking to this man for a year, and I've seen him come on a webcam, and I've let him see me naked so many times but finally having his cock in my mouth, and I felt as if it had all been worth it. The rest was so odd Sue. I lay there as the first man came, and stopped thrusting, and I didn't even flinch when he took the condom off and dripped the cum from it onto my tits. I just thought 'this is it; I'm a sex object just like G said I would be...' There were more guys lining up at the door; Kate was on her hands and knees and she was doing men two at a time; her fella was stood to one side. She was talking to them as well, telling them to fuck her and use her. G whispered in my ear 'tell me when you are tired....' I wasn't tired; I was running on adrenaline and lust. The second man fucked me into another orgasm, then pulled out, took the condom off and came on me. It was almost being choreographed by G, and I loved it. Don't think badly of me Sue; I fucked six men that night, one after another. The last time was after G had come in my mouth; Kate was lying on her side watching me, and the man between my thighs was thick set, with a short chunky cock. Another man was putting his cock in my mouth; it was odd because his groin smelt of baby powder. I was trying to make room for the guy who was fucking me, and I locked my legs round his hips so my feet were behind his back. Another guy came into the room but G told his 'this one's the last, she's tired'. He was right; my jaw was aching and my thighs felt like I'd been running upstairs all night. The guy was eager though, and I realised what he was going to do; he stood over the guy fucking me and took hold of my feet so he could rub his cock between them. I'd been getting a bit dry as the last guy seemed to be fucking me for ever with no sign of him coming, but the combination of the guy using my feet to wank him off and the other guy coming in my mouth and over my face was everything I needed to make me wet again. The guy inside me grunted and came with no visible change of pace, and then I felt the standing man come on my feet, and all I could think was that I wished I had photos of myself lying there..... Don't judge me Sue, but when G took me back to his hotel half an hour later, with Kate's mobile number newly programmed into my Nokia and come drying on my skin, all I could think of what when I'd be doing it next, and what I'd be doing next. Please be my friend still Sue; the only other person I can talk to about this is G, and if I talk to him about it I lose all sense of perspective.... Come over for supper one night and we'll talk; you still haven't told me which universities the girls are going to, and Ed wants to go to the same uni as Vic....My son has a crush on your daughter, and I'm panicking that you'll think me a pervert and never talk to me again... But I had to tell someone... Love Bea