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A guy responding to one of my posts advised me to add a disclaimer to my letters. It seems that some of the on-line services haven’t been posting my letters, so by adding this warning, maybe they will. So, if you aren’t eighteen, don’t read any further. This letter contains sexually graphic material and may not be suitable for everyone. If the idea of a woman having sex with several partners offends you, then don’t read my letters. Okay?

Tuesday, April 30, 1996

Hi Everybody,

The following is a true story. It is not as wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then, most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only 5′1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34, and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I’ve also been told that my best feature is my nicely-shaped butt. I am happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup. Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30), and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit, and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration, so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles, and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! Read the rest of this entry »

My wife Becky, is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. 5′3″ 105 lbs soaking wet. She has an ass I can hold in one hand. We had been married about 5 years and had told each other most of our secret fantasies. When ever I told her that I wanted to share her with another man, she told me that it wasn’t her cup of tea, but when we fucked, she was wet as hell and came like she needed it. She was a dancer before we ever got together and it turned her on to be naked in front of strange men.

When we would go out to clubs, guys would always ask her to dance. I always said OK, have fun. They would grab her ass and it would drive me crazy with jealousy. Although at the same time I would get a rise. Just to piss me off she would grind her pelvis into their leg or run her hands over their body. I think she knew what she was doing to me and liked it.

One night we had rid ourselves of the kids and prepared to go out for the evening. She wore a short, clingy, white dress that showed off her panties when she bent over. Underneath she wore a tiny pair of white panties and no bra. God, she looked hot standing in front of the mirror with just those panties, putting on what little make up she wore and doing her hair. She laid out my clothes for me. She had bought me a thong with lightning bolts on the front and black levis and black and red cowboy shirt. She liked cowboys and wanted to ride a bull. Little did I know that’s just what she wanted to do that night.

We went out to a cowboy club that had a mechanical bull. My wife made a beeline straight towards the bull and was soon in the saddle having the time of her life. She did not care that every guy in the place was watching her, so they could watch her body gyrate with the movements of that bull. Her dress would ride up, showing how high cut her panties were and she was expertly riding that bull for all it was worth. The guy that took the most notice of her was the guy running the machine. He knew how to get the most out of her, then throw her to the ground showing us all her most womanly attributes. He started off slow and kept building up pace until she couldn’t take any more. She responded by hugging him after every ride and he responded by giving her more free rides.

In my jealousy, I started flirting with 2 ladies (Renee and Tawnya) who were telling me that she was acting like a slut. I was better than her and I shouldn’t put up with that. I said “ladies help me show her what she is missing”

About 1:30 am, Becky came and asked me to get a room at the motel next door, since neither of us were in any shape to drive. I asked her if we could have a party with my 2 new friends and she said “only if I can bring my new friend”.

What could I say, my head was swimming with possibilities. Would I get to watch my beautiful wife take a new dick inside her and would I get to fornicate with my new mistresses. I immediately went next door and booked us a room. By 2:00 am I had us all a room and a case of beer and a couple bottles of wine.
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When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader, which was synonymous with the word slut. I was 15 when the below episode happened, and had already lost my cherry and had numerous lovers. I lost my virginity when I was 13 to a man who’s kids I used to baby-sit for. He and his wife had divorced after he caught her gang banging three black men. One night he came home and talked me into fucking him. After that, I found I loved fucking and would let anyone into my pants. But, I had never had the opportunity to make it with a black guy. I was curious, but I thought it wouldn’t be right to have sex with someone of a different race. I did have a friend, Keith, who was black, though he never made any attempt to have sex with me. That is, ’til one summer day.

He invited me over to listen to albums and I accepted. After I got there, he asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes. He came back with a strong rum and coke, and not having really ever drank alcohol, I got feeling pretty woozy real quick. We sat on his bed and soon he put his arm around me. I felt funny about it, but let him keep it there. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. I felt very horny real quick and I kissed him back. His hands went to my tit and his thumb ran across my nipple, causing it to harden and make me even more horny. This continued for about fifteen minutes and I was like putty in his hands. When I felt his hand at the crotch of my cutoffs, I jumped and moved it away. “No Keith, we can’t do that!” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I’m going steady with Jimmy, and what we’ve already done has gone too far, and also because of our differences. It’s not right to do this with someone who’s not the same race!” Then he kissed me again, and I made a very feeble attempt at breaking it. His hand went right back to rubbing my pussy through my shorts, and it felt so good, I couldn’t make him stop. Before long, he undid my shorts and began to pull them down. I whimpered “Please, no Keith. Please stop!” But he just kept on going. I felt my pussy get wet and I went with the flow. Soon, he had my clothes completely off of me and I lay there naked in his arms. He pushed me back on the bed and I felt my legs begin to spread to allow him access to my cunt. I felt his fingers enter me and go in deep. As they moved around, I got even hotter. He kissed me again, his tongue probing sliding into my mouth. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was amazed! He was huge! He undid his pants and I got my first view of it. It had to be a foot long!

He began to move between my legs and I felt his cock bump against my swollen mushy cunt. I said sharply “No! We can’t do this! Please, Stop!” “He said “Baby, I got to cum! If I can’t fuck you, will you suck my cock?” Well, I’ve done that numerous times with guys who I didn’t want to fuck, and figured it would be OK to do it. So I told him yes and he lay back. I lowered my head to his massive cock, then opened my mouth and sucked him in. My lips were stretched wide due to his size, but I took in all I could. He only lasted about ten minutes before he shot off in my mouth. Most guys usually spurt three or four times, and fill my mouth. I swallow the cum, then we’re done. Keith spurted about a dozen times, and each one was more than I ever had at once! I tried to swallow it all, but some of it dripped out onto my chin. He then lowered his head to my pussy and began to eat me out. Soon, I felt his cock harden again. I was so hot that I just had to cum. When he moved betwe en my legs again, I didn’t put up a fight about it. My body needed his cock, and needed it right away! I felt his cock split open my cunt and enter me. As he slid into me, I came, and came. I couldn’t very well ask him to stop that he had a “taste” of my cunt, so I let him continue. He slid in to the back of my tiny cunt, and stopped while I got used to his size. He was so fucking big that it almost hurt, but the ecstasy that I felt overrode any feeling of pain. As my cunt stretched, he went in farther. The biggest cock I had ever felt in me prior to Keith was about six inches in length. He doubled any other cock I had ever had, and the thickness was indescribable. Finally, I felt his balls resting against my ass and I knew that he had fully entered me. Then he began to fuck me. I cried out and came repeatedly as he thrust in and out of me. I had never had it this good before. His size was not only satisfying me, but driving me further towards the most powerful orgasm I ever had. Read the rest of this entry »

When Audrey first saw Aaron, she thought he was a burglar. She had been going out to her car to get her briefcase when she saw the moonlight catch a figure on her neighbor’s garage roof. The Hammonds had only moved in four months ago, and Audrey was horrified at the thought that they would be the first family in the quiet neighborhood to be robbed. She froze in the driveway, in her bathrobe, and tried to see whether the figure was about to climb in a second-story window, or just climbing out.

Neither was the case. As Audrey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could clearly see a young man, sitting cross-legged on the roof. She could just make out the red glow of his cigarette, and he appeared to be staring at the stars.

She noticed the beat-up car in the Hammond’s driveway, and the University decal on the back window. Not like a burglar to park in the driveway, Audrey thought. More like a kid home from college. She had some vague recollection of a conversation with June Hammond the day after they moved in. Now the details came back.

The two-year-old girl, Kim, was June’s. George Hammond, the husband, had a son from a previous marriage who was a freshman at a school in Massachusetts. Audrey tried to think of the son’s name, but nothing surfaced. June had been far more eager to talk about Kim, that day. And most days since, Audrey noted.

Audrey got her briefcase and pulled her bathrobe tighter in the brisk air of late May. She looked back up at the boy on the roof, just to see him crawling back in his bedroom window.

The next morning, Audrey was on a plane to meet with a client in Philadelphia. She liked business trips; she usually had at least one co-worker or assistant with her, and it was nice to have people to talk to after hours in the hotel bar. Audrey had lived alone since her divorce two years ago, and work-related travel had become a welcome break from solitude.

Not always, of course. Audrey had gone to Philly with two other people from the office, a married man a few years older than her, and a female assistant a few years younger. It was apparent that those two would be sleeping together from the moment they got on the plane. And the client was horrible. And so was the hotel bar. So Audrey spent six days in the City of Brotherly Love, alone, watching TV in her room.

On Friday, around mid-afternoon, Audrey finally pulled into her driveway. As she got out of the car, she heard banging on her high back fence. She moved around the house to her back patio, and immediately saw what had been going on. A trail of water ran from her small in-ground pool across the cement and over the seven-foot fence that separated her backyard from the Hammond’s.

Normally, Audrey wouldn’t have been bothered by a pool-hopping teenager. She used to let the previous neighbor’s kids swim all the time. But that day, after that trip, the idea of other’s having fun while she was so tired and upset opened something inside her. And out of that new opening came a lot of emotion. Audrey got as far as her fridge before collapsing on the floor. She held her head in her hand and did a few months worth of crying. Read the rest of this entry »

My husband and I recently hosted a going away party for one of our friends. There were fifty people there, friends of ours and his. Jack was going Australia for his work and would be gone for about three months. As is usual, I couldn’t hold my liquor and was soon feeling pretty drunk. My husband Steve knows how I get when I’ve had too much to drink and he kept on encouraging me to have more.

After the party was beginning to wind down, Jack asked me to go for a walk with him. I agreed and soon we were in the woods strolling along hand in hand. “Beth, I think I’m going to miss you the most while I’m away” he said. “Oh? Why’s that?” I asked. “I’ve been jealous of Steve for a long time. You’re one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I’ve ever seen” he replied. “Could I kiss you good bye?” My mind was working in a haze due to the alcohol, and I agreed. After all, what’s a kiss? I found out his idea of what a kiss is very quickly. He took me in his arms and his lips sought out mine. I felt limp in his arms, he was so commanding. His tongue sought out mine and soon was exploring my mouth. At the same time, his hands were moving down my sides and around to my ass. He began to squeeze my firm ass cheeks and it felt great! But, I had to stop this. I was married after all. I broke the kiss saying “Jack, this isn’t a friendly good bye kiss!” He replied “No, but I’d like something more to remember you by while I’m away. Come on Beth, I want you.” He again kissed me and I readily opened my mouth. His tongue moved around, darting this way and that inside my mouth. I whimpered as his hand brushed my tit and he took that as a go ahead.

We sat on the ground and he continued kissing me. His hands were all over me, feeling, stroking, squeezing. I felt like I was on fire. I knew that this was wrong, yet I had no control over it.

“Please Jack, this isn’t right. I can’t” I stammered, but my protests fell on deaf ears. Soon, he had my tits out and was playing with one nipple as his head dropped to the other. I felt so horny that I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to . I grabbed his head and pulled it hard to my tit as he sucked on it. I felt his hand drop to my thigh and lightly rub the inside of it. As it went higher under my dress, I felt my legs spread as if they had a mind of their own. It felt as though it was taking a lifetime for him to make his way to my cunt. When his hand finally reached my panties, he found them soaked through. He rubbed my clit through the soaked material, and I came. No warning, I just came. My body shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm took me over. I hadn’t cum like that since I was first married. I heard him unzip his pants and knew that soon I’d feel his cock inside of me. I wanted it desperately. I also knew it was wrong, but I had no control over it. My body had betrayed me and I wasn’t about to stop anything else that would happen. Read the rest of this entry »