SHE EXPANDED THE HORIZON OF HER FEMININE PLEASURE POTENTIAL (Her report... 18 months after her first MFM experience) By Beverly from Michigan - Received November, 1999 Dear Joan... You have been so kind, sharing your advice and stories over the past two years, I thought I would bring you up to date on my life. Like so many other husbands that I have read about, for the past several years my husband has enjoyed engaging in wild fantasy talk while we make love. Surprise, surprise! During those pillow-talk sessions, he often mentioned that he would love to have another guy screw me while he watched and/or participated. Well, for years I just tolerated his talk as something men had to do to get turned-on. Then, over the years he brought home X-rated videos and various magazines that featured three people having sex together. I finally started reading many of the letters about threesomes in Penthouse, Forum, etc., and wondered if the writers were really telling true stories... or was it all just titillating fiction. About two years ago I stumbled onto one of the stories you had posted on the Internet, and your listing of available personal experience stories... about women who had allowed themselves to experience MFM threesome sex. As you know, I started corresponding with you via e-mail, and you began sharing many of your stories with me. At first, I still thought some of the stories that purported to be "true experiences," were really just fiction. However, the more I read, I began to sense that most of the stories you were sending did read as being reasonable representations of what other real couples were doing to add spice to their shared sex lives. After much thought and re-evaluation of some of my long-held value systems, I decided that maybe recreational sex between me, my husband and others was not such a wicked or far-out thing to do. Believe me, reaching that conclusion was no small feat for a woman of my upbringing! I had been taught that sex was something ONLY done with one's married partner... and preferably just for the purpose of making babies. Recreational sex was an oxymoron not unlike `military intelligence.' I guess one of the things that helped me overcome my earlier inhibitions was the recognition that I had already rejected the notion that ALL sex outside of marriage was sin (my husband and I enjoyed some great sex before we got married)... and that any form of contraception was sinful. Clearly my husband and I enjoyed considerable sexual pleasure that was not intended to result in additional children. Sexual affairs are still totally out of the question for me, because they seem to require violation of a trust and openness that I hold dear in my marriage. However, I concluded, if my husband and I could genuinely come to terms with the notion of each other having intimate relations with others just for the sake of shared sexual fun, then MAYBE such things as MFM and FMF experiences could be possible for us. One night after I had mentally wrestled with my growing sexual interests, and my husband's continued pillow-talk about inviting others to share in our bedroom fun, I finally decided to talk with my husband and let him know that I MAY finally be open to trying some new things with him. For the first time I told him about the many stories you had shared with me, and the candid advice you had shared via e-mail. As you might guess, my dear husband was elated! Over the next several nights, we even read several of your stories together (I have saved everything you have sent on a special file in my computer). I told my husband that of all the things I read that you had sent, the story by Sandy and Jim (3-103-SANDY) and the one by Ken and Sue (3-102-SUE).... were the most persuasive to me that three-way fun was not perverse. Then your A03- WHY helped me understand a bit more about why my husband might want to have me experience another man or men. Lucinda's story (3-105-LUCINDA), and Annette's story (3- 107-ANNETTE) gave me insight on the fun and special joy other husbands and wives were sharing as they opened themselves to the sensual potentials of this kind of recreational sex. Frankly, the letters written by women had a bigger impact on me than most of the ones written by the men. Some of the things that some of your writers have ventured into are not likely to ever appeal to me. But other writers gave me some great new ideas. Over the following weeks my husband and I talked about some of the issues... or potential fears... that I would guess other women have considered too (fears about Jealousy, Prudity, Nudity and Confidence About My Body, etc.). During that time my husband and I enjoyed some really great sex together as we talked about actually giving threesome sex a try. JEALOUSY: During that time, my husband and I talked a lot about the possibility of jealousy coming up between us if one of us saw the other receiving or giving sexual attention (that could be construed as loving attention) to another person. My husband assured me that if he were allowed to see me enjoying recreational sex with another guy... rather than him having a jealous reaction, he would regard it as a special extension of our loving relationship THAT HE WOULD BE GIVING ME... and I would be allowing him to share with me. But, he said, if he ever did experience any form of jealousy, he promised to immediately tell me. On the other hand, I was less confident that jealousy would not result, if I saw him having sex with another woman. I wanted to say that I would not be jealous, but in all honesty, I could not be sure that my `womanly instincts' would not kick in. To avoid dealing with my possible jealous reactions, we decided that (at least early on) we would not invite another woman to our bed. My husband assured me that his preference was for MFM experiences anyway. PRUDITY: As mentioned above, I had already had to deal with my own potential 'prudeness' issues... sex outside of marriage... sex for other than procreation, etc. My husband and I had already developed a great `taste' for oral sex... both giving and receiving. We both love it. No prudity there. However, I felt that anal sex for me was clearly out. It is not so much a prudity issue as it is a pain issue. The few times we have tried it, it had hurt... lots! So, at this point, prudity was not a big issue to us. NUDITY: I would think that the thought of appearing nude in front of a man other than one's husband might be a big road block to some women who have considered trying MFM fun. I know the thought went through my mind. Fortunately, I have always had a positive self-image. My body is far from perfect (remember, I have had three kids... and I have a few stretch marks, etc.), but I thoroughly enjoy being a woman... a being `designed' to attract and stimulate male attention and desire. I take great pride in knowing that my husband and other guys seem to find me attractive. Even around the house, I try to dress in as feminine a manner as possible. I avoid frumpy old clothes except when serious cleaning or remodeling work requires it. When I go out... even to the grocery store... I make sure my appearance is clean, neat and tasteful. I get my share of favorable `looks' and eye contact from both men and women... even though my looks are really quite average. On the beach I often wear skimpy swim wear... particularly when we are away from our community. I admit it, I enjoy showing off my female body! But, I am not generally an exhibitionist either. An exception was two occasions when my husband and I visited a nudist club. Once was several years ago (a year after we were married), and the second time was about three years ago. These were NOT sexual experiences. Just volleyball, swimming, socializing and dining... all in the nude. At first I was self-conscious... but that soon went away. I think these two experiences helped me avoid a fear of being nude in front a of new guy. The truth is, I totally enjoy being a FEMALE female. My guess is that to the extent a woman enjoys her femininity and finds pleasure in exploring its potential... to that extent she will have less barriers to trying MFM fun. As we found ourselves moving closer to really trying an MFM experience, we decided to set down some rules between ourselves. The Rules We Adopted - First, we agreed that if we started by having another man join us, we would follow that sometime in the future by inviting a woman to join us. I have to admit that this was my suggestion, albeit a hesitant suggestion. I wasn't as confident as my husband seemed to be that jealousy need not get involved. And, I had no interest in sexual interaction with another woman. But then, my husband really had no interest in overt sexual contact with another guy either. It just seemed fair. If I was going to experience "doubled attention," then he should too. Second, we agreed that we would restrict sexual contact with others to times when we could both be present... no outside "affairs"... and not what one would call an "open marriage." We wanted this to ALWAYS be a sharing thing. Neither was to ever be left out. Third, we would jointly decide how extra partners would be selected and "screened." While we might not be together in person while the other made arrangements with a prospective guest to our love life, we would agree on guidelines for selection. Fourth, we both agreed that total discretion would be critical. Neither of us wanted our family members, existing friends or co-workers to know of this new aspect of our sexual relationship. Thus, we agreed to use "pen names," and to communicate through e-mail, a post office box, and a private phone line we had installed in the closet of our bedroom. By the way, your J02-HIM file was helpful on these issues. Fifth, we knew that our new ventures would involve some health risks, but we concluded that they would be minimal if we were picky about who we decided to have join us. So, we decided to stay away from men and women who boasted of `hundreds' of swing or threesome partners (although we decided that it would be helpful if our future partners had some experience prior to joining us neophytes), to avoid having sex with people who gave evidence of poor personal hygiene, had questionable lifestyles (active gay lifestyles, drug use, etc.), skin rashes or obvious medical problems. My husband has never enjoyed sex when he had to use condoms. Actually, I experienced less enjoyment at those times too. So, I had my tubes tied after the birth of our third child (3 years ago). While we recognized we stood a slightly increased health risk, we decided that condom-free sex would be acceptable for any males we invited to join us. Besides, a big part of my pleasure comes from feeling that gush of male juices against my inner pussy walls... and we sure didn't need to worry about me getting pregnant. We decided to deal with the condom issue on a case-by-case basis relative to any women who joined us. My husband agreed to honor the wishes of such women. Also, we agreed that if I, or any other woman, ever said "No" to something, we would honor that wish without any questions or cajoling. "No" was ALWAYS to mean NO! Sixth, we decided to avoid inviting any of these `extra partners' to our home. Our income level allowed us the luxury of hiring child care when we wanted to "go out," and paying for a decent hotel/motel room as a place to play. Seventh, my husband agreed to insist to any male `extra partner' that they should not try to have anal sex with me. Contrary to what several of your writers have written, the only anal sex I had experienced to this point was accompanied by substantial discomfort and/or pain. I just didn't enjoy it. I had occasionally allowed my husband that luxury, but I didn't want any other guy to try to take me that way. Our eighth and final rule was that we would ALWAYS honor each other's wishes having to do with stopping a given activity, asking an `extra partner' to leave, taking periodic breaks from our ventures, or totally terminating our ventures into extra partner sex. Oh yes, and as part of this, we agreed to always watch out for the other's well-being (avoiding rough stuff, getting rid of drunk or disrespectful people, etc.). Planning Our First Threesome - As you can see, once we decided to give threesomes a try, we spent a lot of time together thinking through all the ramifications. We wanted our future adventure to be characterized by heightened sexual pleasures and shared fun... not problems. By this point... some two months after deciding we would give MFM a try... I was actually getting excited by the prospect of what we were going to try. I am not one to masturbate, but I would occasionally find myself in the shower using the hand-held spray to stimulate my clit... or stroke myself to pleasant levels of sexual tension as I lay in bed in the morning, waiting for my husband to awaken. During our weeks of planning, my husband and I found ourselves enjoying some really intense sexual pleasures with each other. We would almost always fantasize about another guy being with us. When my husband would cuddle up behind me (with me on my side) and enter me from behind, he would whisper into my ear that he was "Sam," or "George," or "Bill," entering me for the first time. He would tell me how great it was to be inside my pussy... how warm it felt. Meanwhile, I would let my mind wander, wishing my husband was laying in front of me so I could neck with him and cuddle with him while this "other guy" was screwing me from behind. I found myself treating my husband to oral sex more often. I would bring his cock to my lips, kiss it, study it and fondle his balls while wondering how the masculine "equipment" of other guys might be different. I was beginning to really look forward to having us actually invite another guy to join us in our play. I will have to admit that I had second thoughts during this period. "What would my parents or sisters think if they knew what we were planning to do? What would our friends at church, or neighbors think? Was I kidding myself... were we really venturing into a strange perversion?" You may remember that I wrote to you for advice during that time. Your assurances were helpful. Now that I have had some VERY PLEASANT threesome experiences, I KNOW that you were right to put such worries behind me. Info About Us - By the way, I guess I should give the obligatory physical descriptions of me and my husband. I am blond, usually keep my weight at about 130, stand 5'3" in my stocking feet, and have a decent shape (36C, not too hippy, and a typical waist for a woman of 31 with 3 kids). My husband has dark brown hair, a fair amount of body hair (great hairy chest!), has been staying at about 175 lbs the last several years, stands 5'9, and takes care of his body (only a very modest "pot" at his belly, is fairly athletic). As I write this letter (November, 1999), I am 31 and my husband is 34. We have now been married 11 years. As I have told you, my husband travels a lot in his work. He is a technical service rep for a large electronics firm. While we live in Michigan, his work often takes him to Chicago and to various cities along the east coast. I do part-time sales work that allows me to set my own schedule and be flexible on if/when I work. I had already occasionally accompanied my husband on some of his shorter business trips to allow us time together alone, and to give us some mini-vacations. We decided that, at least at first, we should attempt to make our `extra partner' contacts in cities where my husband regularly traveled. We knew he would be having a two-week trip to Chicago, followed a few weeks later by a three-day follow-up trip to the same area. That gave us an idea. We would use some of the advertising ideas you suggested in your A02-HIM file, and further discussed in your story 3-301-SAM, to try to locate potential males in the Chicago area for our first MFM. Then my husband could meet with the better `prospects' during his two-week stay, in the hopes of finding a guy we could both meet when I joined him on his later three-day trip. We had gotten a PO box, and had subscribed to an Internet Service under an anonymous name, so we placed a couple ads in Chicago area adult publications my husband had found on an earlier trip. We even posted an ad on the "Alt.Sex Wanted" portion of the Internet. I could not believe all the e-mail notes and letters we received. Many of the guys wanted pictures of us... well, really, pictures of me. At first I said "No!" But then my husband got a Polaroid camera and demonstrated that he could take some sexy pictures of me that in no way revealed my face or identity. One Saturday night I agreed to let him give it a try, if he assured me that I could destroy any that I did not like, and that I would have control and safekeeping of all the photos until they were sent out. We had fun that night. He told me to pretend that my first `extra guy' was sitting in a chair in the room, watching as he took increasingly revealing pictures of me. That image in my mind tended to make me really hot! I started by letting him get some shots of me in my favorite lingerie. Then, as I began getting really turned-on, he started snapping a variety of nude shots, some with me playing with myself. Then I insisted on taking some photos of him... so we would have some for sending to future `extra gal' prospects. He stripped to his jockey shorts and did some crazy poses before he slid the shorts down and let me get some shots of his cock and balls. My husband's erect `endowment' is probably of average size (slightly over 6" long and a 5" circumference... we measured it), and it was absolutely rigid as I snapped several pictures of it. When I finished, we immediately put his cock to good use! Later we sorted through the pictures and promptly burned the ones that accidentally showed one of our faces or some other identifying detail. We have a color photocopier in my husband's home office, and we made color photocopy reproductions of some of the best pictures of me. That's not the best quality, but we decided that would have to do. We weren't about to send them out for someone else to make copies. We also scanned a couple of them into our computer to use as attachments for replies to the e-mail messages. Over the next several days we spent a few hours each night responding to the letters and e-mail messages. That was really an erotic experience too. My husband wrote the basic reply letter that we reproduced (with variations) over and over to the various guys... and I generally added my own, personal PS. Naturally there were many guys to whom we simply wrote, "Thanks, but No Thanks." Before it was time for my husband's two-week trip to Chicago, we had received 11 letters and 3 e-mail messages from Chicago-area guys who all seemed like reasonable `maybes,' and who gave my husband ways to reach them while in the Chicago area. The day after he reached Chicago he began making contacts. Each night he would call me with his reports. First Actual Meetings With Those Potential "Extra Guys" - He met with a few of the guys twice, sharing more of my pictures, and gaining more information about them. By the end of the two weeks he had located two guys he was sure I would like, and a third (somewhat older) who might also be a prospect. He had managed to get all three of them to send a photo of themselves back for me to see. That night... between him being gone for two weeks, and the photos, and all the interesting stories he had to tell... we fell into bed and made mad passionate love for over an hour. I had a roaring-good climax, and he shot a big load inside of me just after I reached my own peak of pleasure. We made arrangement for someone to stay with the kids for the days we would be gone, and we were almost giddy as we waited for the day to arrive to fly to Chicago. My husband had phoned all three of the guys to make arrangements to individually have drinks with them, so I could meet them personally... on a no-commitment-basis. I listened in on the extension phone, so I could hear their voices. We arrived early on a Thursday afternoon, so we could schedule three different times/places for meeting with the three guys all on our first day. We met the first guy right at O'Hare Airport. He had a membership at one of the airlines' VIP Club, so we joined him there at the appointed time. This was the older guy. We found a back corner and ordered some drinks. He was a gentleman, and quite attractive, but I wasn't feeling totally comfortable. He appeared to be a successful businessman, and presented himself in a friendly professional manner, but I just didn't feel drawn to him... and I thought I should be. My husband and I had some pre- arranged signals that enabled me to let him know I was not real enthusiastic about this guy. We cut things short, telling him we had to get to a business meeting, and my husband told him he would give him a call later. We grabbed a cab for downtown Chicago. During the ride downtown, I was able to verbalize my lack of enthusiasm for this first guy. My husband agreed, and we mentally marked him off. Although my husband did give him a courtesy "No thanks" call the next day. Our First Threesome - After we checked in at the hotel, we went down to the bar in the lobby. The second guy, much younger than the first, was waiting for us. He was Martin, an attractive professional guy who let us know right up front that he was married. That was not a problem to me or my husband... maybe a plus. Martin had a winning smile as he talked. After about 30 minutes of very amiable conversation, my husband suggested that we all take a dip in the hotel pool. Martin told us he didn't have a suit... but my husband promptly told him that he had brought an extra suit... for just such a situation. Martin eagerly accepted. We all went back up to our hotel room and changed into the swim wear. Both Martin and my husband gave me a little `grab-ass' attention, but neither of them tried to get anything started at that time. We headed for the pool. The time we spent in the pool and whirlpool gave us additional opportunity to get to know each other. It seems that over the past few years, Martin had been invited by two other couples to share some threesome experiences with them on a number of occasions. So, Martin was totally at ease with the things two guys and one gal could do together in bed. I began to get turned-on! Soon we headed back to our room. On the way up in the elevator, I let my husband know of my state of arousal by discretely placing my hand on his swim suit and grasping his hard-on. As soon as the hotel room door was closed behind us, my husband suggested, "Honey, why don't you help Martin get out of that wet swim suit." Martin was smiling again... and with a gleam in my eye, I bent over and yanked his suit to the floor. Martin's beautiful cock sprung out... hard and ready! He promptly untied the two side ties on my bikini bottom and let it fall to the floor. I continued to stand there, somewhat unsure what to do next, and I felt my husband untying the string that kept my top in place. My husband whisked it away and planted a kiss on my nearest breast. Meanwhile, Martin had gotten on his knees in front of me, and was beginning to bury his face in my crotch. I was glad we had just come from the pool, and I was reasonably `fresh.' Still standing there, I spread my legs a bit... while studying my husband's face for any possible signs of disapproval. There were none... just a big grin. Martin put his hands on my bare buns and drew me tighter against his face. I felt his tongue begin to explore my upper thighs and clit. Then it hit! I felt his tongue press between my pussy lips... and up inside me. My legs almost gave out as shudders of pleasure coursed through my body. Soon we were all three on the king-sized bed, and my husband had left his wet suit on the floor too. I just closed my eyes and basked in the numerous sensations of pleasure that flowed through me as the guys kissed and caressed my nude body. That must have gone on for at least 15 minutes. Eventually I reached out and took each of their hard cocks in each of my hands... stroking them as they kissed and played with me. Martin's cock was about the size and thickness of my husband's, but it felt veinier. Martin stood up and gently grabbed hold of my legs, drawing me toward the foot of the bed. My husband rearranged himself on the bed next to me, and smiled at me just before saying, "Babe, this is it! You are about to feel the cock of another man up inside you!" Then he kissed me as Martin lifted my legs over his shoulders on either side of his head. My husband lifted himself up slightly by my side, and watched as Martin placed the head of his hard cock between my spread legs, and against my pussy. I lifted my head and watched too... just as Martin began to press himself into my very wet pussy. A quiver of pleasure passed through my body as I realized that the cock of a guy other than my husband was beginning to explore the inner walls of my wet, hot pussy! Martin slowly pressed his way in as I laid back and closed my eyes. I guess I was already responding to him by thrusting my hips up against his invading tool. I felt my husband lean back over me and take one of my nipples into his mouth as Martin's cock reached the bottom of my pussy channel. Martin just held himself deep inside me for a minute or two before saying, "God you feel good inside!" With my eyes now wide open, looking directly up at Martin over my husband's head, I studied the obvious pleasure on Martin's face. "I'm going to fuck you at least twice this afternoon," Martin told me. "Later I will want to lay next to you with my cock slowly moving inside your velvety folds for a long period of time. But this first time I am going to fuck you hard and fast... to unload the pent-up contents of my over-stimulated balls." Having heard that pronouncement, my husband rolled to my side and leaned on an elbow as Martin began his cock's withdrawal and assault on my grasping pussy. He wasn't kidding. This first time was a vigorous, pounding `fuck' that caused my body to twist and thrust back at him as his thrusts grew more and more insistent. My head suddenly twisted toward my husband. "Oh baby... it feels so good!" I told him. He told me later that my body tensed up with each of Martin's deep drives, and my face contorted in obvious pleasure. "I'm going to cum... already. Martin... your cock is making me feel wonderful!" I heard myself saying. Moments later I felt my body convulse in an orgasm that nearly caused me to black out... it felt so good. I know my pussy must have contracted tightly around Martin's cock, but he kept on pounding in and out of it. Another wave of pleasure washed through me as I felt Martin pick up speed... and felt his cock engorge with pre-explosion tension. Then he jammed his cock very deep inside me and held himself there while his nuts quickly emptied themselves of their hot liquid. My pussy felt extraordinarily hot... and I felt Martin's juice spray against the walls of my cervix and ooze out around his softening cock. As Martin fully pulled out and laid my legs on the bed, my husband wrapped me in his arms and gave me a deep tongue kiss... drawing me tightly against him. Moments later I was laying on my back, and the two guys had again positioned me up on the middle of the bed, and were cuddling me from both sides. Each had one of my nipples in their mouth as my mind began to regain its senses. `Wow! That had been wonderful," I thought to myself. I put my arms around the shoulders of the two guys and drew them tightly against me as they sucked and licked my nipples. `My first MFM!' I thought. I had to admit to myself that it had been a really good experience! After a few minutes my husband rolled me toward Martin, and he was busily working behind me, working his very hard cock between my wet thighs and into my hot pussy. Martin took advantage of the fact that I was facing him, and began to give my face and lips a series of gentle kisses... as my husband began to pump in and out of me from behind. It didn't take my husband long before he too exploded within me. He later told me that the slippery feel of another man's juices covering his cock was a super turn-on as he drove in and out of me. That's why he could not hold back on his climax. The three of us rested for some time after that, talking about what we had all just done. I thanked them both for the pleasure they had given me. During our talk, I stroked and played with both of their cocks... and I felt Martin's quickly harden again in my hand. Eventually I turned onto my side again, this time facing my husband. Martin guided his cock into me again, this time from behind, as my husband had done. This time it was different. We all casually talked as Martin slowly stroked in and out of me. At one point I took my husband's hand and held it over my mons so he could feel Martin moving inside of me. My husband just grinned and kissed my tummy as he felt Martin's slow in-out motion within me. True to his word, this `fuck' was a long, slow one. Sometimes he would just pause while buried deep inside me... with his crotch pressed tightly against my buns. It was a gentle, respectful `fuck.' Two or three times I felt my body tremble as mini-orgasms passed through me, while my pussy contracted around his velvety tool. All this time my husband and I cuddled and necked, whispering our love for each other, as Martin's warm cock just kept up its protracted exploration of my inner parts. When my mini-orgasms washed through me, my husband kissed my eyelids and held me tight... then relaxed his arms as Martin resumed his pleasant probing. At one point my husband reached down and began playing with my clit as Martin continued to pleasure me. The doubled- attention sent me over the edge a couple more times, with minimal pauses by the guys after each orgasm. Meanwhile, both guys fondled my breasts, kissed my shoulders, held me gently, and told me how sexy they both thought I was. Who was I to question their judgment. All that intimate touching, coupled by the constant feel of Martin's cock inside me, and the sexy talk, made me feel extra feminine. It felt weird... but nice... being "sandwiched" between these two attentive men. Often my crotch was pressed tightly against my husband's as Martin pressed tightly against me from behind. This gentle coupling must have lasted the better part of an hour before Martin started to increase the speed of his thrusts, and he finally filled me again. This time my own orgasm was a bit more restrained. I think that by this time I was basically drained. Martin had to get home to his wife, but promised to visit us again Saturday afternoon before we left town. When he left, my husband and I spent a half hour cuddling in the bed we had shared with Martin... talking about what we had just done. I wanted to make sure my husband was not experiencing some form of jealousy... and he wanted to be sure I had enjoyed what we had done with Martin. We confirmed to each other that the experience with Martin had been a "really special" first threesome that was enjoyable by all of us. We then showered, and went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. After dinner we drove to another nearby hotel where my husband had made plans to meet the third guy... Tony. Tony proved to be a tall, handsome, nattily-dressed gentleman. He was a surgeon in a local hospital, and, again, married. His medical schedule gave him some flexibility to be away from home without generating undue questions. Tony had only been with one other couple as `the extra guy.' But, he said it had been a mutually- satisfying relationship that went on for nearly four years until the couple moved to California a few months back. Tony even had a picture of he and the couple (all clothed), along with a note from the lady. It said something to the effect, "If you include Tony into your life in the way we have, you will be VERY pleased. I can personally attest to the satisfaction and pleasure he can provide a willing couple/woman." We were impressed that he carried such a letter of introduction... and testimonial. The lounge had a dance combo that played some great dancing music. Soon Tony invited me to dance, and my husband encouraged me to join him on the dance floor. During the late afternoon and early evening, my husband and Martin had already treated me to unusually high levels of sensual fulfillment, so my libido was definitely sated. However, out there on the dance floor, Tony's body began to arouse new tinglings between my legs. I could tell Tony's trousers held some sizable contents... and I was again getting curious. After a few more dances, and conversations back at the table, it was agreed that Tony would join us at our room the next afternoon (Friday). My husband and I bid him farewell, and we went back to our hotel room to cuddle and talk about the day's activities before we enjoyed one more good screw, and fell asleep. Friday morning my husband left to handle his business appointments, while I leisurely rested and took another swim. As I relaxed next to the pool, my mind wandered back to the previous afternoon we had spent with Martin. Delicious memories were still fresh in my mind. The wonderful feelings I had experienced as a new man's tongue and lips explored my pussy... the sensations of having a cock other than my husband's, parting my pussy lips and pressing deep into me. The look of pleasure on Martin's face as he held himself firmly inside me... before that first ravenous `fuck'. The intense orgasm I had felt as this new cock pounded in and out of my body... and the follow-up shivers of pleasure that preceded Martin's eruption within me. Then, the prolonged second round of sensual pleasures he had given me as my husband held me in his arms. I must have had a smile on my face as I lay by the pool with my eyes closed... recounting the good experiences I had enjoyed thanks to my husband and Martin. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice wake me from my thoughts, "That smile must mean that you have some good memories." It was my husband. He had returned to take me to lunch. After lunch, we returned to our room where I freshened up as we awaited Tony's visit. Our Second MFM Experience - This time, I was dressed only in a lacy semi-see-through dressing gown when Tony arrived. He whistled as he closed the hotel door behind him. I could see a bulge form in his trousers... like it had done the night before... as he greeted my husband. This time, my husband said, "Just pretend I am not here, and you guys get acquainted." Tony took that as his clue. He took me into his arms and planted a big kiss on my lips as his hands began to massage my back. I could not wait to see what Tony was hiding in his trousers. So, as he held me in his arms, my hands began to un-do his belt. His trousers fell to the floor, and I reached down into his undershorts. He felt big... and hard! Feeling what I was doing, Tony stripped away my dressing gown and stepped back to survey my nude body. He whistled his approval again. That made me feel good. All this time my husband just sat in an easy chair in the corner, watching us get acquainted. I was curious about the large and hard cock I had just felt, so I knelt in front of Tony and stripped his shorts to his ankles. I could not believe it! Tony's bone-hard cock sprang out and nearly hit me in the face. It was huge! I mean it was both long and fat! I started to wrap my two hands around it to study it more closely. I noticed that my husband even leaned forward to get a better look. Tony quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks and the shorts that were around his ankles. Then he lifted me up and laid me across the bed, leaving my legs hanging off the sides. He quickly knelt next to the bed and spread my legs. He began kissing my legs, tummy, thighs and pussy... while my husband stripped, and moved over onto the bed next to me. My husband kissed me gently and then whispered, "Do you think you can handle that big thing?" I just kissed him back and whispered, "I sure would like to try." For the next several minutes my husband and I necked while Tony continued to feast on my pussy... licking, kissing, and stabbing his tongue into me. I felt my pussy begin to drool with juices of anticipation. When I was real wet, Tony asked me to stand up and face him. My husband just lay back on the bed and watched. Tony bent forward, took me into his arms, and lifted me up. My breasts were smashed against his big hairy chest as he kissed me... and my feet were actually a foot or so above the floor while he held me. It was a long kiss, with Tony's tongue probing deep into my mouth. I felt him reach behind one of my legs and bring it up around his waist. I got the picture, and I bought my other leg up and around the other side of his waist. He was facing the bed, so my husband told me later that he could see Tony's big cock between my legs. Then I felt Tony reach around under my buns to grab his own erection... which he aimed upward toward my pussy. His arm which was holding me relaxed slightly, letting my crotch slide down slightly, and I felt his cock head come in contact with my pussy. We broke our kiss as I happily realized what Tony was doing. I let myself slip down a bit more, and I felt his cock press against my very wet pussy lips... and then slightly inside. With just a bit of his thick cock within me, I clung to him and held that position for a moment or two. I saw in the mirror that my husband was watching as Tony's cock was part-way inside me. "Are you OK?" Tony asked me. "Yes," I responded, "but give me a moment or two to adjust to your size." By now both of Tony's hands were cupped under my buns, holding me against him, without allowing me to drop any lower. Thus, I was able to relax a bit. I turned a bit toward my husband and said, "Are you OK with all of this?" "Absolutely," he responded, "as long as you are enjoying yourself." About that time Tony allowed me to settle down a bit more onto his cock, putting a substantial part of himself inside me. I gulped a bit, feeling quite filled-up, and realizing how much of him I had inside me. Then he used his cupped hands on my buns to gently lift and lower me so that I was sliding up and down his thick rigid pole. My pussy felt sooo full! My husband told me later that with each drop down, Tony was letting more and more of his cock enter me... until he was totally buried within my body on each down stroke. Gawd I felt full... and the feelings were good! My body trembled against Tony's chest. I even experienced a couple orgasms during those thrusts toward completely engulfing his large manhood. When he was finally fully within me, and my body had recovered from its orgasmic trembling, Tony just held me like that for a few moments, flashed a broad grin at me, and kissed my neck. Then, with me still in his arms (unable to touch the floor), and him still buried within me, he walked us over to the edge of the bed. He turned around and sat down, leaving me in his lap, asking me to spread my legs from behind him. Then he laid back... with his cock still buried inside me! At this point my husband got up and stood next to me, wrapping his arms around my upper body, and drawing close against me to give me a kiss. "This is really wild," I whispered to my husband. "Ride him baby," he told me. "He's giving you the opportunity to be fully in control, and to enjoy his cock at the pace you want." I realized that this is exactly what Tony was doing. By this time I was resting on my knees on either side of Tony's body. I leaned over, put my hands on Tony's furry chest and began slowly pumping my pussy up and down on his large cock. I noticed the two guys wink at each other as my husband again lay back on the bed adjacent to Tony. The two guys seemed to be studying my face and smiling as I began to get into `fucking myself' on Tony's big stick. I enjoyed another two or three delightful orgasms while I was in control in this manner. Then Tony asked if he could take me doggy-style. Hesitantly, I agreed, and I lay on the bed between my husband's outstretched legs, with my ass in the air near the edge of the bed. While I awaited Tony's entry into my body from behind, I wrapped a hand around my husband's hard cock, and began to kiss its head. I had to stop when I felt Tony's cock against my pussy. He was gentle though. As my pussy relaxed, he slowly slid in until I had to ask him to go in no further. Then Tony began a prolonged screwing of my pussy from behind, going only as deep as I had asked. I began sucking my husband and playing with his balls. This three-way play continued for several minutes. Then I felt my husband's crotch twitch, and I knew he was about to shoot. Sure enough. I kept him deep in my mouth while he exploded, with some of his juices flowing out the corners of my mouth while Tony just kept gently pumping my pussy from behind. 'Wow,' I thought, 'I am making two guys happy at the same time.' Then I realized that I was being made happy too. My pussy began to tingle and squeeze around Tony's cock. Now that my husband's cock was no longer in my mouth, I was able to say, "Tony, I think you can put a little more of that thing into me. Give it a try." He began to lunge more tightly against my backside... until soon I could feel his balls slapping against my upper thighs. The fullness was incredible. My body began to react to Tony's lengthy assault... and I felt a trembling orgasm begin to build within me. I felt myself pressing up against Tony's downward thrusts... to be sure I had all of him inside me. He must have felt my orgasm building too. He increased his tempo... and I moaned loudly as my body responded to all the stimulation it was receiving. My husband was now holding me tightly against his tummy while stroking my hair and neck. As my pussy contracted around Tony's deep thrusts, it drove him over the edge too. I felt a splash of hot male juices washing over the inner walls of my pussy... and I came again. It was another really intense orgasm that seemed to send wave after wave of tingly sensations throughout my body. I collapsed onto my tummy against my husband's legs, and Tony pulled away and lay on the bed beside my husband and me. After I had regained my senses, my husband moved over and made room between his body and Tony's. I crawled up between them, gave them both a gentle kiss, and then snuggled in my husband's arms. The guys pulled the sheet up over all of us, and we just rested together for a half hour or so... with Tony cuddling against my back, with one hand over my side, cupping one of my breasts. After a while, Tony began to rub his semi-soft cock along the cleft of my buttocks... until I felt it begin to harden. My husband felt the movement on the bed, and whispered to me that he wanted to see close up this time, as Tony entered me. He pulled the sheet back, slid down with his face near my pussy, and I raised my leg a few inches as an indication to Tony that he could press his renewed cock between my upper thighs. Tony immediately took the que. I felt my husband use his two hands to spread my pussy lips to expose my still-wet pussy channel. Tony slowly pressed his crotch against my backside, and I felt the head of his cock come in contact with the epicenter of my pussy. "What a view," I heard my husband say, just as I felt the tip of Tony's cock slide up into me. Then I felt a gentle kiss on my clit. I guess my husband really was close! I ran my fingers over my husband's hairy back as Tony continued his slow entry deeper within me. It was feeling good again! Then Tony started a series of slow withdrawals (not quite all the way out), and drives back up inside me. My husband told me later that he got a hard-on himself, just watching Tony's cock slowly explore my pussy... coming out each time glistening with my pussy juices. By now I was pressing back against Tony's groin with his each inward thrust. It really felt good! Soon my husband slid back up next to me... facing me... and planted a long gentle kiss on my lips as he placed his hand on my mons, and felt Tony's action within me. "Feel good baby?" he asked. I had to admit it. "Yes," I replied, "it feels so good to have Tony's big cock working my pussy from behind while we neck, cuddle and face each other." By now I was being tightly `sandwiched' between the bodies of Tony and my husband. I had my arms around my husband's neck, he was kissing my neck, and Tony was again reaching around and playing with my nearest nipple... while his cock continued its slow in/out motion between my pussy lips. My entire body shuddered a few times as mini-orgasms washed through me... but Tony just kept his measured pace... and my husband watched the indications of pleasure on my face. Each time, as the quaking subsided, my husband kissed me all over my face... and pressed himself more tightly against my body to get a second-hand feel of Tony's continuing assault on my receptive pussy. This must have gone on for at least 45 minutes. During that time I felt my hubby's hard cock press against my tummy. By now my crotch was soaking wet. I grabbed hold of my husband's cock and aimed it between my legs, right next to Tony's cock. I felt too full to encourage him to try to enter me, but I positioned him so that as Tony pressed into me, my husband's cock road along side Tony's, into the wet V between my upper thighs. My husband told me later that feeling another guy's cock slide against his hard cock was quite strange and erotic... particularly knowing that the other cock was wet with my juices, and was exploring his wife's pussy with each thrust. I could feel the sliding of my husband's cock against my pussy lips and crotch as Tony pressed us all together. The combination of feelings, and the thought of what my husband and I were doing... what we were sharing together... set off another rolling orgasm within me, causing me to clench tightly against Tony's cock. I guess that got his juices flowing too. He began to increase his tempo until his crotch was crashing against my buns with each thrust. I felt him expand within me... and he finally shot another big load of his man juices deep up inside of me. That increased action set my husband off, and I felt him press himself tightly against my crotch as his cock exploded a load between my legs... onto Tony's nut sack. We played together for at least another hour before Tony finally left. During that time my husband got hard again, and wanted to enter my pussy from behind as I rested my head on Tony's hairy chest. He did, and he commented on how "neat it felt" to have his cock sliding through Tony's copious deposit within me. This time Tony cupped his hand over my mons to feel my husband's thrusts within me... and his final eruption inside of me. After Tony left, my husband and I showered together, cuddling and groping each other under the shower spray... and playing like a couple of kids. We fell asleep in each other's arms after repeatedly reaffirming our love for each other. Saturday afternoon we saw Martin again. It was a relaxing time of shared sensual pleasures for all three of us. Among other things, my husband took me doggy-style as I gave Martin a thorough blow job. I had a special sense of satisfaction knowing that my pussy was pleasuring my husband as I brought Martin off with my mouth. Martin was developing into a good friend who genuinely sought to give me pleasure. Silly Sex... Just For The Fun of It! During the past year, I have joined my husband on four more trips to Chicago. The first three times we got together with Martin and Tony... individually... as we had the first time. However, the last time we were together, it was different. Joan... my husband had arranged a surprise for me. he had secretly shipped a box to the hotel to arrive before we did. It contained all the things he thought we would need the next afternoon. It was an afternoon he had arranged for both Tony and Martin to join us. That day my husband, pretending to be going out for a business appointment, met with the two guys to give them an opportunity to meet each other... and to tell them of his plans for my surprise. My husband came back to the room fifteen minutes before I thought Martin would be visiting us. I had showered, and was wearing just my dressing gown. He had me go to the bathroom to remove it... and to stay there until he came in. In the meantime, he spread the bed with a moisture- resistant sheet that was in the box he had shipped, and had invited Tony and Martin to enter the room quietly, and to remove their clothes. When my husband joined me in the bathroom, he covered my eyes with a blindfold he had brought. "What is all this about?" I asked. "You'll see," he replied. Then he led me back to the main room... nude except for the blindfold... and had me lay in the middle of the bed. I felt movement on the bed, on either side of me, and I thought Martin and my husband were on either side of me. I reached out and wrapped my hand around one cock, and I said, "Hello Martin." I heard his voice say, "You guessed right, Beverly." Then I reached out on the other side and was startled to touch the distinctively large cock I knew belonged to Tony. "Tony?" I said. "Are you here too?" "Guessed right again Bev, I'm right here," he replied. That's when my husband reached over from the edge of the bed and pulled my blindfold off. All three guys were totally naked too, but each had something in their hands. "What's that stuff," I asked. "Well," said my husband, "we're going to have a `dessert party.' You are the dessert, and these are the toppings." Then I realized that they had various kinds of dessert toppings... a spray can of whipped cream, a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce, maraschino cherries, and other assorted dessert toppings. I just flopped back on the bed and laughed nervously when I saw what they had. About that time Tony sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on one of my breasts, and Martin started squeezing chocolate syrup onto my other breast. My husband dabbed a big spoonful of vanilla pudding (his favorite) right on my mons... and then (while I was giggling), they each put a cherry on the top of their work. "And now what?" I asked. Without answering, all three of them began to lick the nearest topping... and use their tongues to spread it around my breasts, tummy and pussy. I couldn't help but laugh while realizing I was about to enjoy the attentions of THREE guys this time. It is a good thing my husband thought ahead and brought a special sheet for the bed... on which we were all laying. In no time at all, it was covered in cream, chocolate, cherry juice and pudding. The guys took turns grasping a cherry in their teeth and feeding it to me. My nose and lips quickly had a mixture of the toppings that I tried to lick off. The guys took turns at my breasts and pussy, applying more sweet goo, licking and nibbling. Strangely, it felt good. I love chocolate, so I took turns squeezing chocolate on each of their cocks and sucking it off. We were a sticky mess. After 30 or 40 minutes of silly play that had an erotic quality about it, the guys informed me that they were each going to insert two stem-less cherries deep in my pussy, apply whipped cream between my pussy lips, and each would give me twenty deep `fuck' strokes to make cherry sauce in my pussy. I thought they were nuts, but I decided to add to the craziness. "Here, squirt a couple of inches of chocolate sauce in this glass," I suggested. "Then you can dip your cocks in and coat your cock heads just before you enter me. Maybe that way you can create some chocolate covered cherries." They laughed... but they did it! My husband already had a hard-on, so he went first. As quickly as the head of his dick was dipped into the glass, he dipped it into my pussy and proceeded to give me twenty brisk strokes. He said he could feel the cherries pushing against his cock. Then it was Martin's turn. A chocolate dip... and then he immediately plunged his hard cock into me for his 20 deep thrusts. His were slower, and more deliberate. I could see chocolate sauce and cherry pieces ooze out around his cock. Finally Tony took his turn. By now we were all sort of tittering at the absurdity of our little game. Tony had been stroking his cock to hardness as he watched the other two guys. He poked his cock into the glass as I held it, swished it around, and coated it heavily with the brown syrup. Then Tony held his dripping cock at my pussy opening and drove it in with one solid thrust. Even I could feel the cherries crush within me. I sucked my husband's chocolate- covered cock as Tony gave me nineteen more "crushing" drives. When he finally withdrew, I had chocolate sauce and cherry particles all over my pussy and crotch... and the guys all had gooey cocks. Tony let me lick the cherry-flavored chocolate mixture off his cock as Martin decided to slide between my legs and tongue as much of the sweetness and goo out of my pussy as he could. His deep tongue probes felt good as I finished licking Tony clean. When Martin finished, he came up and gave me a sticky-faced kiss. We all showered and got rid of the remaining chocolate, etc. We all decided we had had enough of the "silly sex play." It hadn't resulted in orgasms for any of us... but it had been fun! My husband had thought to bring three of my douche containers with him... so I was able to clean most of the cherries and chocolate out of my love channel. When we were all freshly showered, the guys took turns sucking my pussy and nibbling on my breasts until I had my first wonderful climax of the afternoon. That was just the start. Over the next two hours all three guys screwed me in various positions until they had each deposited a couple loads of their "sauce" within me. During that time I must have been blessed with four or five more wonderfully- satisfying orgasms myself. At one point my husband and Martin lay side-by-side facing each other on the bed while I straddled their legs and sucked the heads of both of their cocks into my mouth. I used my hands to kneed and fondle their nut sacks while sucking and tonguing their two cocks. Tony took advantage of my up-raised ass, slipped behind me, and entered my pussy from behind. Tony was slow and gentle this time, and my body spasmed two or three times with orgasmic relief as I paused briefly in my ministrations to the two cocks in front of me. Tony finally flipped me over on my back, put my legs on his shoulders, and entered me again while Martin and my husband each began sucking on one of my breasts. With my mouth away from tender cock flesh, Tony started to drive into me with relentless strokes. I felt my body twist and shake under Tony's assault... until a really intense orgasm consumed me. My pussy contractions set Tony off, and he filled again me with his juice. It had been a fun... but exhausting afternoon. After Tony and Martin left, my husband and I curled up in the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. We finally awoke about 9 PM, cleaned up and went out for a late dinner. Over the past 18 months, we have invited two other guys to share sexual pleasure with us. One was when we traveled to New Orleans, and the other fellow we met with twice... on two different trips to New York. They were good experiences, but I won't bore you with the details of these encounters. Since launching our new shared `extra-guy" sexual ventures a year-and-a-half ago, we have experienced MFM fun on eight different out-of-town trips (never at home), with four different guys, for twelve separate encounters. Frankly Joan, I have been pleasantly surprised that none of these "extra-guy" encounters has been a dud. Each one gave me pleasure... each in a different way. And, my husband claims he has enjoyed each and every one of them too. Based on his reactions during and after each threesome experience... as I have observed them... and his tender loving of me after each experience... I really believe he has been enjoying these `extra-guy' wife-centered ventures. While back home in our own bed, my husband and I often reflect on our various experiences since you persuaded me to give MFM sex a try. Our shared experiences, and our pillow-talk about them never fail to result in great sex with each other. Again, I would never want my family, friends or our co- workers to know what we do for recreational sex, but I have no regrets for giving up my long-held inhibitions. Over these months I have experienced some VERY intense sexual pleasure... and feminine fulfillment that I never knew I was capable of. I believe you called it "expanding the horizon of your feminine pleasure potential." The love and companionship between my husband and I have seemed to grow as we have shared these new experiences together. By the way, after you sent me your one-page file entitled A04-Anal, during the day I have been experimenting with my dildo and with a washed, smoothly-scrapped carrot... to relax my sphincter muscle... to see if I could enjoy anal sex with my husband. As the file suggests, I have been working myself with LOTS of lubricant (KY-Gel), and increasingly larger objects so my backside will relax and allow entry without giving me pain. Last week I surprised my husband by telling him I wanted to try anal sex again... and telling him of my `anal exercises.' That night he was very gentle with me, helping me to relax my sphincter, and watching me use the carrot a few minutes before he entered me. As you might guess, he was VERY hard... in anticipation of our new fun. He lubed himself very well, and entered me slowly while I lay on my tummy. When he was all the way in, he just stayed there, and asked if I was in any pain. Surprisingly, the worst I felt was a mild discomfort and fullness. As soon as he began a slow in/out motion, the discomfort disappeared and was replaced by a new and different sort of sensual stimulation. In no time at all, my husband exploded inside my rectum. It had felt good for me, but I had not climaxed myself. We have done it twice since, after a period of conventional intercourse, and each time it was easier for me, and produced even better sensations for me. Last night he reached around and played with my clit while he was buried in my backside, giving it slow mini-strokes. His finger action (coupled with the fullness in my backside) brought a wave of deep, satisfying orgasmic bliss to me. As my body contracted in its release, it caused my husband to explode way up inside my backside. Surprisingly, the warmth, and the newness of this kind of sex play really left us both warm with satisfaction. I even think that I might invite my husband to enter me that way the next time we are with Tony. I could never take Tony's large cock back there, but it might just be a wild and mutually rewarding experience for all of us if I sit on Tony's cock, taking it all the way up inside my pussy, and then have my husband enter my backside. If I can do it, I think it would give all of us a memorable evening. I will let you know how things go. Joan... I just thought you might like to share my experiences with some of your other female readers... and husbands too. I will keep you posted on any new things we try... or new guys we invite into our recreational sex life. Love, Beverly (from Michigan)