NANCY'S STORY Dear Joan... I guess that for many years I have had an overactive libido. I just love sex. Plain and simple, I just love it! Actually, that was not always so. My enthusiasm for sexual fulfillment began when I was 25. Before that, I have no memories of much interest in sex. I am now 48, trim, and considered attractive. I read about you and your "Library" of letters from women who regularly enjoy more than one male lover, and you were kind enough to share some of the letters from your Library with me over "the Net." After reading several of them, I decided to sit down at the old keyboard and tell you about my experiences. I am married, but UNLIKE most of your writers, my husband doesn't know about my extra lovers. I am sure he would not approve, even though he once admitted a dalliance of his own (long after I had been secretly taking outside lovers to fulfill my own desires and drives). More about that later. When I was 25, I had already been married for four years and was employed as the executive secretary for the CEO of a small but successful electronics firm in our town. At that time our town had a population of about 30,000. It is located about an hour away from a major mid-US city. My husband and I had tried to get me pregnant many times during our first four years of marriage, but with no success. We even visited my doctor to see if there were any reasons why I could not conceive. He said he found no reason for our lack of success. Sex between my husband and I was never a big deal, but we continued periodic intercourse with no results, and minimal pleasure for me. About that time in my life, my boss hired Mark as his advertising/PR man. Mark was married and had two young daughters. They lived on the outskirts of the major nearby city, about 45 minutes from our office. His work involved certain in-office hours, and regular travel to the big city and to two other smaller suburbs on behalf of our office. One day Mark invited me to have lunch with him. He was about three years older than me, and I considered him a fun person to talk with. I found him to be quite attractive too! After that, we shared numerous lunch hours together... getting increasingly friendly with each other. When our boss was out of town, we were occasionally able to take the afternoon off without any job consequences. Mark and I would drive to a nearby park or out into the countryside to share a late picnic lunch on the grass and chat. When Mark learned that my husband went to work (as a printer for a major manufacturer some 30 minutes from our home) at 4 pm... an hour and a half before I generally got home... he knew I didn't really have to get home at a certain time, and he encouraged me to spend more time with him. I was beginning to get a bit infatuated with him, so I agreed to his suggestions of drives to more private places further from town for our little picnics. He began bringing a blanket along with him, that he stowed in his car. We would spread it out and relax on the ground near a creek as we munched and talked. One afternoon it started to rain as we were eating and talking. Mark had a Plymouth Barracuda. Remember those cars? The back seat folded down so that that back seat area and the "trunk" area under the "hatch back" became a fairly long flat area as wide as the car. Mark quickly folded the seat down, threw the blanket over the surface, and told me to get in as he recovered our remaining munchies. Well, soon we were side-by-side in a reclining position, looking up through the glass hatch back and chatting as we finished our picnic. In that position, it was not long before Mark had his arms around me, and was giving me some gentle kisses. I could not help myself... at first I reluctantly responded and cuddled against him. Soon our shared kisses were quite passionate. Nothing more happened that day, but the next time we found a back road to park for a few hours, we found ourselves under the glass-covered hatchback, cuddling and necking for all we were worth. I could feel my body begin to respond to the passion of our kissing and cuddling. This time Mark's hands began exploring my body, and soon his hands were under my sweater and bra, cupping my bare breasts. I resisted, but not much, because it really felt good. Sex with my husband had always been a rather humdrum affair. These afternoons with Mark were waking wonderful new feelings in me. Mark began to profess his love for me... and soon I was professing mine for him... even though we were both married to others. The first time Mark's hand made its way under my panties and against my clit, my body shook in pleasureful sensations. "You shouldn't do that," I scolded... but he continued. God it sure did feel good though. By our next afternoon outing on the back road by the creek, he got me totally naked in the back of his Barracuda... and then shed his own clothes. I was running my fingers around his hairy chest as his fingers explored the insides of my pussy. Now keep in mind that prior to this, I had only had sex with my husband. I kept saying (not very convincingly) that what we were doing was wrong, but he persisted, and soon he was on top of me with his hard cock buried deep inside me. I felt like I was in heaven! I kept trembling as shocks of pleasure went thorough me. Then he exploded inside me. He apologized, knowing I was not on birth control. I kind of passed it off by saying that "I couldn't get pregnant anyway." Then I explained that my husband and I had been having unprotected sex for years and I had never gotten pregnant. By this time, I guess I really believed I could not get pregnant... so I really was not worried. That was the start of an intense relationship that went on for two years. We often had sex together... and then went home to our mates. The great sex and the intensity of our relationship caused both of us to believe we were deeply in love with each other. Yet, we committed that we would never let our spouses know, and we would never let our relationship disrupt the relationship we had with our spouses and he with his kids. A year into our relationship, our boss announced that the company offices were going to move into the big central city. My boss immediately asked me to stay on with him... knowing that the office would now be about an hour from where I lived. He offered a salary increase to sweeten his request. Mark and I talked about it a lot. I was not sure I could do that. Then I surprised both Mark and my boss. I talked my husband into renting out our home for a year, and renting a home for us closer to my new office... "so I could help my boss get his new office organized and operating smoothly." That meant my husband would still have about a thirty minute drive to his work, coming from the opposite direction. Well, we did it. That meant Mark and I could continue our illicit liaison for one more year. My husband and I had gotten to know Mark's wife and kids, and the four of us spent some evenings together socially. A few weeks after my husband and I got settled into our new routine, in our newly rented home, my husband was changed to a day shift. That meant late afternoon rendezvous with Mark were out. However, my husband now left for work at 6:30 in the morning, and Mark said he would come over and we could spend some time together before going to work. Mark would park his car several blocks from our house and watch as my husband drove away and got onto the freeway heading out of town. Then, I would hear a knock at the door. Often I would still be in my nightie, having only had time to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Believe it or not, Mark would quickly shed his clothes and climb into the bed my husband had just left... to make passionate love to me for an hour. Fortunately, we never got caught. It really is amazing that neither Mark's wife nor my husband ever expressed any question about the possibilities of any improprieties between Mark and me. Two months later I discovered I was pregnant. In panic, I told Mark. He talked about leaving his wife. I told him I would not hear of that... I was not about to break up his family. "Besides," I insisted, "you may not be the father. How can I know? For the last two years I have been having sex with both you and my husband." But, by this time, I had concluded that my husband was sterile... and that surely the pregnancy was the result of my frequent intercourse with Mark. Since I was now living in the big city, I got a new, local doctor to be my OB-Gyn. I began to get concerned about the health of the baby. What if he needed a blood transfusion at birth? They would need to know the father's blood type. I even convinced Mark to join me for a visit to the doctor's office and pose as my husband to give a blood sample. A month before the baby was born, I quit working, and my husband and I moved back to our small town. Mark would often drive up to see me, but we had stopped having sex. I was beginning to be embarrassed by how complicated I had allowed my life... and Mark's... to become. I finally told Mark that regardless what either of us thought about the source of my impregnation, he and I must stop our relationship, and I must raise this child with my husband as its father. Mark was crushed at the finality of my decision. For so long we had both concluded that our sharing of great sex had equated to a deep love for each other. The day my son was born, I managed to call Mark. He quickly drove to the hospital where I was, and came in for a visit after my husband and family had left. He saw the baby too. That's when I told him we MUST NOT see each other any more. He was crushed... but agreed. Naturally I soon was caught up in the daily routines of mothering. I did manage to send Mark some baby pictures, because I knew he considered my son his. Since then, Mark and I talked a few times, but out of respect for each other, we no longer saw each other. Can One Enjoy Great Sex Separate From A LOVE Relationship? I went back to limiting myself to the periodic humdrum sex with my husband. That's when I began to wonder if I had ever loved Mark at all... or if I had been drawn to repeated sexual encounters with him just because the sex was so good. Had I really equated great sexual fulfillment with love? From those thoughts, I began to wonder if it was possible to have enjoyable sex totally apart from love... sex just for recreation? The thought plagued me for many months. As I entered marriage, I knew that sex was an expression of romantic love. Naturally I knew sex was for reproduction. Sex for romance... sex for reproduction... and I was reading more about sex for sheer recreational pleasure. Surely I had first-hand knowledge that I could experience "romance sex" separate from "reproduction sex." Was it possible to experience "recreational sex" separate from romance and reproduction? The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know. I decided that I would find a guy or two who I could discretely screw just for the variety of it, for the fun of it... just for recreation... with no additional complications. As I considered my mission, I knew that such encounters would have to be anonymous. I did not want to get myself into a relationship like I had with Mark... with all of its emotional complications. I could not let any new man know my real name, address or phone number. I decided that married men would be preferable, so the guy had something at stake too... to encourage him to be as discrete as possible. And, I reasoned, married men were less likely to bring me any diseases. Without even giving it a second thought, I knew I had to be on the pill before trying such a venture. I convinced my husband that it was appropriate for me to start taking "the pill," so I would avoid having any more kids too close in age to our son. When my pill-taking routine was well established, I began taking a "Nancy Day," once a week. That meant that my mother would care for my son while I shopped or did whatever I wanted, with no particular schedule. That established an opportunity for me to be free for a day... with no questions asked. During my first few Nancy Days I actually shopped, touring local malls, etc. Then I began driving to more distant shopping areas and malls. I realized that if I really wanted to find a new sex-only partner, it had to be where no one knew me. I picked a fake name, phone number and town of residence that I could easily remember. But, I didn't know how to make contact with any potential sex-only partners. That's about the time I stumbled on to an "Adult" Book Store in one of the distant suburbs of the big central city. I pulled into the parking lot and gathered all the courage I had. I went in and began thumbing through the books, magazines and "toys." Some of the things were a real turn-on, and I was soon absorbed in looking at magazines and things... not realizing that one of the men in the store was continually looking at me. I purchased a few of the less-extreme magazines, the clerk put them in a discrete "plain brown bag," and I headed to my car at the back of the lot. I was looking through one of the magazines when I was startled to hear a tap on the glass of my door window. A handsome young man was smiling at me and asking me to roll down the window. When I did, he said, "I seldom see attractive women like you at this store. Forgive me for seeming aggressive, but I enjoy reading some of the magazines you selected, and I wondered if you would allow me to buy you a drink so we can talk." I stuttered at first... thinking that I should say no. But, knowing that this is just want I really wanted, I smiled back and said, "OK! Where?" "Follow me," he said. "I know a quiet little lounge just up the street." With that, he smiled again and headed for his own car. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. But, I followed him the few blocks to the lounge, and noticed that it seemed to be a clean, attractive business. I parked my car right up front... so I could leave quickly if I decided I needed to. After he had parked, he came over and opened my door for me. "By the way, my name is Mike," he told me... "what's yours?" I quickly gave out the fictious name I had been rehearsing. He was quite gentlemanly as we entered the lounge and found a booth. After we had each ordered a drink, we made small talk about the day, the weather, etc. After the waitress brought our drinks and left, he said, "I noticed that you picked up a copy of `Forum Magazine' and a few `Letters' magazines. I noticed that they featured headlines like `Affairs to Remember,' and `Sex Just For The Fun of It.' I enjoy those magazines and those subjects too." "Have you ever had an affair?" I asked as I intently smiled at him. He grinned and hesitated before answering. "Yes, a few," he finally replied. "Does that mean that you are married?" I quickly asked. He took a drink before answering. "Yes, I am married, even though I am not currently wearing my wedding band. I am happily married and have three kids... but I have discovered that I really enjoy the variety and excitement associated with an occasional sex-just-for-fun rendezvous with a sensual woman," he replied. "How about you?" I gulped. How was I going to play this? I decided to be candid with everything except my identify information. Over the next several minutes I told him I was married, and about the affair I had had with Mark... and that I never wanted to have another affair that was complicated with emotional ties. I asked him if he really believed that an adult man and woman could really share good sex without it leading to emotional ties. He assured me that if that is what one wanted... and established the ground rules up front... it is not only possible, it is his preference too. He told me about a few of the women he had been with... mostly married women who wanted some fun on the side. He told me that a couple of those `friendships' were of very brief duration while a couple others had continued for many months. We talked a lot that afternoon, and I grew to be quite comfortable with him. I felt I could openly express thoughts with him that I could never even discuss with my husband. And yet, we talked as easily as though we were discussing our enjoyment and preferences in bowling. Eventually we agreed to meet again at the same lounge a week later. I thought about Mike and our conversation all the way home. I hid the magazines, and during the next several days, while my husband was at work, I read several of the articles. They really got me hot! My First `Sex-Just-For-Fun' Experience A week later I met Mike at the appointed time in the parking lot of the lounge. He was carrying a bag. "Well," he stuttered, "we could get a drink in the lounge and talk across the table as we did last week, or (as he opened the bag) we could enjoy these two bottles of wine together and talk in a more comfortable environment." I knew he was suggesting a motel. "What else do you have in that bag?" I asked. "I have a bottle of massage oil and a couple of the magazines that I enjoy," he replied. "I thought I could give you a no-emotional-ties, no-strings- attached massage while you look through what I have been reading." I hadn't expected anything to happen this quickly... but why not? He seemed like the kind of guy who would respect my wishes if I said "No" to something. I smiled at him and agreed to follow him to a nearby motel. He told me to follow and then park in back while he checked in. I followed his instructions and was waiting in my car when I saw him wave to me from a side door. He gave me an almost brotherly kiss as he let me into the hallway. Then he led the way to a room and put the key into the door. I was nervous as he let me enter first. When the door was closed, I turned around and found him ready to kiss me again. This time it was not `a brotherly kiss,' it was a kiss that got my juices started. Soon we had fallen on the bed together and were exploring each other's body through clothing as we continued our kiss. He dropped his bag by the side of the bed and began unbuttoning my blouse. Then I got bold. I reached down and unzipped his pants. As I reached in to feel what he had inside, he unsnapped my bra and began to fondle and kiss my breasts. I was getting hot... I mean physically hot. "Lets do this without clothes on," I whispered. He quickly released me and began removing his clothes. I did the same. Clothes went everywhere. Then, as I reclined on the bed, he slid up beside me and planted his mouth on one of my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair while my hand closest to his groin began groping for his cock. There it was. Hot... and already hard. I thought he would want to put it into me right away. But he didn't. He began kissing his way down my body. Soon he was planting kisses all around my pubic mound. I wasn't used to this. Neither my husband nor Mark had ever treated me to oral sex. His tongue licked across my clit a few times. My body immediately responded with waves of pleasure. Then he snaked a couple fingers into my already-wet pussy... and began to play. Wow. That felt good. Then he moved his body between my legs and lay down with his face directly over my pussy. I wasn't sure about this. No one had ever spent time licking and kissing my pussy. I began to relax my head against the pillow and I closed my eyes... letting my mind focus on the feelings my pussy and clit were enjoying at the service of his tongue, lips and teeth. He was really fairly leisurely in his approach. Quietly, I began to feel my body respond even more. I could feel his tongue dart in and out of my pussy between kisses. As my pussy grew increasingly sensitive, I found myself twisting and trembling in pleasure. It went on like that for what seemed like forever... and he made no effort to reposition himself to screw me. At last a wonderful orgasm coursed through me and I found myself softly moaning and saying "Thank you... that feels SO good!" He continued until my body finally convulsed in a peak of pleasure. Then he moved up next to me and held me in his arms as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. I think we both actually fell asleep in each other's arms for several minutes. When I recovered, I moved down his body and began to return the pleasure he had given to me. However, I had never taken a man's cock into my mouth, so I just played with his cock and balls and licked and nibbled on them. Never-the-less, Mike's cock quickly swelled to hardness. That's when I decided to straddle his crotch and let his cock slide into me as I settled down on him. "Feel good," I inquired with a grin on my face. He grinned back up at me. "Sure does," he assured me. I leaned forward and gave him a rather sisterly kiss. My forward movement caused his cock to partly withdraw from me. Then I sat back up and took him fully within me again. That's when I decided to continue the rocking motion. It felt very good to me, and I could tell he was enjoying it. It didn't take long for him to explode and squirt his man juices up into me. As I realized that this was just the third man to do that inside me, my body tensed again and I enjoyed the ripple of a pleasant orgasm move from my crotch and up my body. Later Mike did actually give me a really good massage, and we took turns reading aloud from his magazines. The stories talked about oral sex, multiple partners and swapping. We both agreed that our spouses would never agree to swapping. I told him I wanted to learn more about how to please a man with my mouth... like he had done for me. He promised that next time he would lay back and give me verbal instructions as I took my time to learn and experiment with new techniques. We screwed again before we parted that afternoon. I felt really good as I drove home. I felt like Mike had helped me learn more about my feminine potential. Mike and I became good friends. We spent numerous afternoons together in the months that followed. He even introduced me to my first MFM threesome when... after asking my permission first... he invited a male friend of his to join us. That was a particularly enjoyable experience! Some months later, when Mike's company transferred him to an office across the country, I found myself spending time with Bob, the guy with whom I had experienced my first threesome. I enjoyed both guys, and shared lots of great sex with them, but we carefully restricted our friendship to mutual pleasure... no pretense of love! YES! I had discovered that recreational sex... sex just for the fun of it... was more than a theory... we were all regularly putting it into practice. Eventually, Bob and I mutually decided that we needed a break from our regular meetings, and that we may resume them sometime in the future. That also gave me the opportunity to CHOOSE to take a break from my new-found recreation. I got off the pill and within six months of sex only with my husband, I was pregnant again. This time, when my daughter was born, I stayed off the pill. Within two months I was pregnant again. Another girl. Clearly, my husband was NOT STERILE! Who biologically fathered my son? I will never know. But, it does not matter. My husband clearly fathered him. Sex with my husband never did give me the level of pleasure I received from Mark, Mike and Bob. But, in other respects, my husband and I have had a very good relationship. One night he came home and "confessed" that he had had a three month affair with a woman at work. It was over, he assured me, but he felt he needed to get it off his chest. I smiled to myself... thinking about the things I had done... while giving him the obligatory ration of shit for what he had done. Two days later our conversations were history... never brought up again. My kids are grown now. My youngest daughter is still in college. They've all done well. I have had several additional discrete "affairs" through the years, but have found myself wanting more and more new lovers during my forties. I now do sales work as part of a multi-level-marketing group. I have several sales people working "under" me. With the kids gone, and having this type of job, I can pretty much call the shots on how I use my time. I am now able to communicate with lovers and potential new lovers via E-Mail. And, I have a pager for discrete contact. However, I have steadfastly held to my policy of having a separate identity for any and all recreational sex partners. None of them know my real name, residence, work, etc. I never recruit from my own town... which has now grown to over 50,000 population. These days, when I am horny and on the prowl, I will often visit a lounge at one of the better hotels by the metro airport. Seldom am I disappointed. I can sit alone at the bar or in a booth, or even at one of the tables by the pool... read a book or the newspaper or spread out some business papers and actually do some work... and make smiling eye contact with men as they pass through. They are almost always business or professional men on a business trip. They also almost always have their own room at the hotel. Often my smile and eye contact will elicit conversation. If I give the conversation encouragement, the gentleman will often ask if he can join me. I still try to stick with married guys. If I fancy the guy, I usually explain that I am also on a business trip, just passing through on my way from Chicago to LA, etc., and have a few hours to kill because I missed my connecting flight. I generally try to get a guy's business card (I have some fake ones of my own), company name, learn a bit about his family, etc. during our opening conversations. That way I know just enough about him to motivate him to exercise discretion in whatever we do thereafter. Seldom does the lucky guy fail to invite me to his room "to relax in a quieter environment." My adventures have given me the opportunity to experience a wide variety of men. Older, younger, athletic guys... guys with uncircumcised cocks, extra long cocks, extra wide cocks... and many in between. I have enjoyed a few Asian men, some black men, some European men, and a couple great Latin lovers. Some of these guys have offered money when we are done. I am never offended, I just let them know that I am not a professional woman... I just love sex. They are always impressed by my candor. Not once have I felt that I had gotten myself into a situation where I was at risk of harm. Admittedly, a couple of times, after getting into a guy's room, behind locked doors, things didn't seem comfortable, so I had to tell the guy that I really wasn't up to having sex... that I needed to leave. Both times we parted company without a fuss. No doubt because these experiences were in better hotels where security personnel could be summoned quickly... and the guys didn't want trouble. I have gotten to know a couple of airline pilots who I really enjoy in bed. They have both become good friends and regular lovers. Pete is 52 and Andy is 47. They are both considerate lovers, and when we are all three able to get together, they seem to complement each other's efforts as they enable me to experience elevated levels of personal pleasure. They have taught me how to take one of them deep into my throat as the other slowly plows in and out of my pussy. Twice, I have let them `sandwich' me as one gently filled my ass and the other screwed my pussy. Since they took their time and were gentle, my initial concerns about pain were dispelled. Both times were really quite enjoyable. I could not believe how full they made me feel... and how intense my orgasms were. Yes, multiple orgasms. They have really helped me expand my horizons on how I can enjoy my femininity. Recently, Andy brought a young airline stewardess (I guess they call them Flight Attendants these days) to join us for a few afternoon sessions with Pete. Anita is a rather petite thing. She is about 5'3", very trim, minimal breasts, and just as vivacious as can be. It is fun to watch her explore her sexuality with both Pete and Andy. While neither of us are interested in sex with women, one afternoon I found myself holding her nude body close to mine as the two guys were alternately screwing both of us. At one point Anita began sucking on my much larger breasts as Andy screwed her doggy-style and I was sucking Pete. It was a very mellow, enjoyable experience. I still see Andy and Pete periodically... while occasionally having one-afternoon experiences with other guys. YES... I can assure your readers... I have learned that a woman CAN definitely enjoy sex-just-for-fun, with no unnecessary emotional ties... if she sets out to do just that. AND... I can tell you... I have enjoyed all of my extra- partner sexual experiences. They have enabled me to expand and really enjoy my femininity and my sexuality. They have enabled me to experience pleasures I never would have experienced if I had restricted myself to my marriage bed. I feel more fulfilled because of what I have done. My husband and I still have periodic sex, and we have a very good life together in other respects. A Few Of My More Memorable Experiences. Jack The Mighty One - Jack was a businessman I met at the airport hotel lounge. He was a very personable older guy (late 50s) with beautiful silver gray hair. He invited me to his room that afternoon, and soon had me completely stripped. Meanwhile, he had just removed his coat, shirt and tie. He loved to have me sit on his mouth as he reached his long tongue up inside of me. I enjoyed several waves of orgasms as he worked his tongue in and around my pussy. When he finally removed his trousers and pulled his shorts down, I was amazed at the size of the hard cock that sprang out. This man was hung like the proverbial horse. His cock was really thick, long and heavily veined. He insisted on taking a quick shower before we went further. When he came out, his cock was drooping slightly, but still looked extraordinarily large. He laid back on the bed, and I lay on top of him in a 69 position. He resumed his servicing of my pussy and clit with his tongue and lips... and I began to play with his "monster." I knew I could not get it into my mouth, so I licked its sides, nibbled on the head and veins, and sucked his nuts (one at a time) into my mouth. In no time, he was absolutely rigid! I decided to let my pussy give his large cock a try. As Jack laid back and cupped his hands behind his head, I straddled his body and positioned my pussy above the head of his cock. Then I literally `sat' on the head of his cock. I mean much of the weight of my body was actually resting there like I was sitting on a bicycle seat. I found myself grinning down at him. At just about that point, my pussy lips relaxed enough for the head of his cock to pop in between them. I guess I tensed up a bit, because at first, that's all that went in. I had wrapped my hands around his giant cock, and my body just sort of rested on my hands with only his cock head inside me. As I relaxed, and relaxed my grip on his cock, I found my body begin to slide down as my pussy welcomed more and more of him inside. By now my hands were pressing on his hips, supporting me in a partly-impaled position. That's when I heard him gently laugh as he said, "why don't you just try it up and down from there... until you are more comfortable with the feel of `George' inside you." "George? You call your cock George?" I asked. "Yes," he replied, "in many respects he has a mind and personality of his own, so I thought he should have his own name." I looked down between my legs and realized that only about half of `George' was inside me, so I took Jack's advice and began to raise myself up and down on the upper half of his cock. GOD did I feel full! The bulk and width of his cock pressed on all sides of my pussy walls, and it felt good! I guess my eyes closed as I screwed myself on the upper part of his cock. I wasn't aware of what I was doing, but as the sensations got better and better, I was inadvertently allowing myself to slide lower and lower on his cock with each stroke. I knew I was totally in control of the depth and timing of his penetration within my body, and I was absolutely enthralled by the heat, tension and tremors his huge cock was giving to the insides of my pussy. It was not until I began to feel his curly pubic hair tickle my ass cheeks that I realized I was finally taking virtually all of his huge cock inside me on my downward thrusts. That's when I opened my eyes and let myself sit all the way down on his crotch on the next downward thrust. I know my eyes must have fluttered as the pleasure/pain of his fullness within me began to hit home. I just sat there, completely filled... impaled like I never had been before... meeting his smiling eyes with my own. My pussy muscles were stretched to new limits, but they never-the-less began to squeeze the invader and demand continued movement. Jack rolled me onto my side next to him while still buried deep inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me against his hairy chest as he began a gentle in/out movement with his hips. Soon I found myself relaxed enough to press into his thrusts, and pull my hips back when he withdrew... allowing my pussy to enjoy the friction of his bulky dick as it began to screw me. I can't tell you how many times my body quaked and trembled in orgasmic bliss as Jack continued his gentle, but extraordinarily-invasive screwing of my pussy. I hope I didn't scratch his back too badly, but I know I clung tightly to him each time my body shook through another orgasm. He kept kissing my neck and lips as we bounced our bodies together. Finally I said, "Enough, Enough!" He stopped his movement within me and just held me tight against his chest. His cock never got soft. He didn't pull it out. We just sort of rested like that for several minutes. When I had recovered a bit, I said, "You are absolutely incredible!" "Have you been enjoying yourself?" he asked. "Oh yes," I responded... "but I never thought I would ever be able to get all of your cock inside me." I had pretty well relaxed by this point, with one of my legs draped over his upper leg as he faced me. Then Jack gave me an intense kiss, leaned back while still holding me tightly to him, and said, "I think it is time to give you a ride you will always remember." With that said, he rolled me onto my back while keeping his cock inside my pussy. His body ended up above mine, but he was resting all his weight on his knees and arms. He lifted my legs around his body and up onto his shoulders. I knew this position enabled him to have the greatest penetration into my body, and some anxiety began to build up within me. That's when Jack said, "I have no weight on you baby, and you can scoot yourself back anytime you feel `George' is too much for you." He was right, even though he was above me, I was still reasonably in control of the situation. I relaxed again. He began moving his cock in and out of me again. The feelings of extraordinary fullness were giving way to feelings of extraordinary sensual stimulation and pleasure within my lower belly. I found myself meeting his thrusts again. This time, Jack began to increase his pace and urgency. Oh it felt SO GOOD! Again my body responded with a series of most enjoyable orgasms. As I came down from one peak of pleasure, I began to realize that Jack was grinding his full length into me with each thrust, and I was still pressing myself against his crotch to feel every bit of him. My pussy was SO HOT! I could feel the sides of my pussy tingle as the veins of his rigid cock slid past on each of his drives into me. I nearly lost consciousness. I was reaching up and holding on to him for dear life when I felt him make a series of decisive thrusts against my crotch... and then it hit. Jack literally flooded my insides with his hot juices. This time, as I clung to him from below, I am sure I really did loose consciousness. I was in heaven! We held each other like that for a few moments. When he let me down, his well-worn cock plopped out of me, and I found my butt resting on some very wet sheets. Our mingled juices had soaked the space below our crotches, and I discovered that my pussy was extra tender. He rolled next to me and pulled me away from the wetness as we both laughed. Jack and `George,' and I have gotten together three more times as his business trips have brought him through my area. The Contrasts of Kevin and Ian - I `met' Ian on the Internet. He and a friend planned a trip through my area, and after numerous E-Mail messages, I decided that I would like to meet them while they were here. When we met, I was taken by the extreme contracts in skin tones the two men displayed. Ian was a Scotsman, and Kevin was a black man from South Africa. Both were well-built, gentle, gentlemen. Within thirty minutes of meeting, I was in their room and we were all naked. Kevin's skin was very dark and silky. Ian was quite pale in complexion. Ian's nut sack seem to dwarf his otherwise normal-sized dick... and Kevin had a long slender dick. They insisted on jointly showering my body with their kisses. That must have gone on for 40 or 45 minutes. I felt like I was their queen... and they my loyal subjects. When we finally did screw, they did a sort of tag-team thing. I laid on my back on the bed, with my crotch near the edge. Each guy lifted my legs in the air and gave me a dozen deep thrusts, and then withdrew so the other could give me a dozen. This gave them a chance to relax their sexual tensions slightly between turns, yet my sexual tension just kept building and building. This must have gone on for nearly an hour... non-stop. I found myself moaning. I was treated to a series of orgasms while they restrained themselves from coming. After giving me a chance to rest a bit, they flipped a coin and grinned at me without saying a word. This time Ian laid on the bed face up, asked me to give him a blow job while crouching in an ass-up position near the edge of the bed. I complied, and Kevin promptly inserted himself into my obviously inviting pussy from behind. Kevin grabbed onto my ass cheeks and began to pound in and out of me. I felt unable to give Ian a good blow job as my body bounced and my mind was on the good sensations Kevin was giving me. Ian satisfied himself by just holding my head against his chest as Kevin pleasantly pounded me. I think Kevin shot into me just as my body was convulsing through a most enjoyable orgasm. As soon as I recovered, Ian lifted me up and let me sit my soaked pussy right down on his cock. "Aw, the special feelings of `sloppy seconds'," cooed Ian. His eyes closed as I began to ride my well-lubed pussy up and down his hard shaft. I reached around and played with his large balls as I rode him. I felt him begin to tense up, so I gave his nut sack a gentle squeeze. When he came, I could not believe the force. Those large nuts of his must have housed a quadruple dose of male juice. It was actually hot. I felt his cock shudder within me as shot after shot of his stuff drenched my inner walls. When we all recovered, we got cleaned up and went out for lunch. Back in their room later that afternoon, we experimented with several different mutual-pleasure- producing activities. Before the afternoon was over, they had given my ass and pussy some fantastic tongue-dipping oral services. They took turns using their tongue to ream my ass while the other nibbled on my clit. As a grand finale that afternoon, I let Kevin bury is long slender cock deep up my backside for a leisurely screw before rolling up on top of him and welcoming Ian's cock into my pussy, while Kevin relaxed in my backside. As Ian stood between our legs at the end of the bed, I got to lean toward him and watch his pale cock slide in and out of my pussy as Kevin's dark nuts lay just below them. My body was pretty much played out by this time, so I just enjoyed the full feeling of Kevin's cock nestled in my backside and Ian ramming his cock into my pussy as he stood in front of me. With my legs spread wide around Ian's hips, I noticed Kevin's balls begin to enlarge and tighten. Kevin was being stimulated within my body as Ian's cock kept rushing by it, just a thin membrane away. Ian exploded within me and then pulled away. I immediately reached between my legs and used one hand to cup Kevin's dark nuts while I ran a finger nail along the tender underside of the exposed portion of his hard cock. Kevin jerked, driving the full length of his cock into my backside, and causing me to fall back onto his chest. Two more stabs of his dark meat, and I felt the wonderfully warm flow of his juices fill my bowls. I never did see Ian again, but Kevin has visited me twice since during business trips. It was on one of those trips that Kevin taught me the pleasures of "round the world" sex. He started by treating me to an incredible afternoon of sexual fulfillment with his tongue. Then he showed me how to give a man a particularly satisfying blow job... one that brought the full length of his long slender cock into the recesses of my upper throat. Not only did he obtain substantial pleasure... I found that sort of pleasure- giving to be particularly satisfying to me too. After a rest, we screwed in several relatively conventional cock-in-vagina positions until we both came (me more than him). Finally, Kevin instructed me that to finish our "round the world" shared sex, he would "worship, fuck and fill" my ass. I started by laying on my tummy as Kevin crawled up between my legs. He spent lots of time showering my ass with kisses, licks and little nibbles. Eventually, I felt his tongue slide between my ass cheeks and my sphincter muscle involuntarily squeezed his tongue while it was inside me. I felt him blow some spittle inside my anal opening, and then he raised up, turned me over (face up), spread my legs, and stepped in between them. I could see his cock was already hard. He lifted my ankles onto his shoulders, and used his hand to aim his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. As our eyes locked onto each other, he pressed the head of his cock into my spittle-lubed ass. Then he grabbed each of my hips and began a rhythmic screwing of my ass while our eyes remained locked on each other. I squirmed several times as orgasmic bliss passed through me. Then, when I felt him expand within me as his orgasm approached, I felt a body-wrenching orgasm begin to twist through me. Its peak hit just as Kevin let his hot juices pump up my back side. I must admit it. Kevin's version of `round the world' shared-sex was most enjoyable. A Little Sidelight - In my real persona, I have a female friend who has often complained to me that she really wants to have a child... but that her husband just can't seem to get the job done. She knows she is fertile, but believes her husband to be sterile. I could not help but think back to my situation with Mark many years earlier. This woman (Kathy) has told me on numerous occasions that she would do almost anything to get pregnant. Finally, one day I decided to help her out. I told her that I knew a few attractive men who might be willing to "donate some sperm to assist in her quest." We were at lunch when I told her this, and she momentarily looked at me in surprise. "Are you serious?" she asked. "I could be," I told her. Then I told her to think about it before we discussed it further. Two days later we had lunch again. This time she was all abuzz with questions and enthusiasm. I finally told her that this plan MUST be strictly between the two of us. Without hesitation she immediately said, "Absolutely!" "Besides," she said, "I would die if this ever got back to my husband... if he ever had any thought that the baby was not fathered by him." I told her that the best way to accomplish her mission would be for her to be willing to receive the sperm `donations' in the customary way... through intercourse. She promptly told me that she had never been with another man since she and her husband were married ten years ago... "However, I think I would enjoy receiving the `donations in the customary way'." Then I went on to tell her I could set up a situation where more than one white male would be able to make a donation... without knowing what they were doing... so she would never know for sure which one's sperm actually produced her pregnancy. I reminded her that such anonymity was essential if she wanted to be sure of no later complications by a man who wanted to claim paternity. "Are you saying that I would actually be having sex with more than one man?" she questioned me. "That's right, honey... do you think you are up to it?" I challenged. The long and the short of the story is that over the next several days, Kathy became downright enthusiastic over my plan. I had her track her menstrual cycles to identify the best possible times for pregnancy. Meanwhile, I got onto the Internet under my fictious name and began to set up a group of out-of-town guys to join me for a planned sex party. When the day arrived, I instructed Kathy that she would have to be blindfolded so she could not identify the men and they could not identify her. Then I told her that the men would know me by another name... and for her to not comment on the different name. When the day finally came, I had one of the guys get a large two-bedroom suite at the airport's Embassy Suites, and told the other guys that they would have to chip in to help him with the costs. When I walked in, I found that four guys had showed up! I told them all to leave for thirty minutes "while I got ready." Then I called Kathy on my cell phone, down in my car, and told her which room to come to. She came up, I had her strip, and I blindfolded her and put her in the middle of one of the beds. She was absolutely giddy in anticipation. I told her to wait on the bed... that the door would be closed... that when the guys arrived I would get them `primed' and then send them in one at a time. She was not to talk during the entire afternoon, and was not to get up from her missionary position on the bed. She was to make every effort to retain as much `donated sperm' within her as possible. When the guys arrived, I met them, closed the door, and began unzipping their pants. I told them I had a surprise for them, but that as one of the conditions, they must not ask any questions, and must do exactly as I directed during the afternoon. That's when I told them I had another lady in the other bedroom, behind the closed door. That she was blindfolded, and relatively inexperienced. As I had been talking, the guys were already shedding their clothes, and helping me shed mine. One guy who I knew to be particularly gentle was nude first. I knelt down and proceeded to give him a blow job. As soon as he was really stiff, I directed him to go to the other room and to lubricate himself with his own spittle before putting his cock into the receptive pussy awaiting him. I told him he was only to screw her in the conventional missionary position, and that if he gave her a really good screw, and rewarded the lady with a blast of his warm juices, he could come back in here and I would suck him back to life and give him another special screw in any position he wished. The other guys listened as I gave my instructions. As he left, the others peered through the door to observe that there really was an attractive lady laying nude and blindfolded on the bed in there. I promptly started giving an attentive blow job to one of the other guys as I knelt on the bed with my ass in the air. One of the other guys poked his cock into my pussy. I stopped my oral ministrations just long enough to warn him, "If you drop your load in there, the party will be over for you. You must hold out... not come until I tell you." He kept his pace slow (but enjoyable for both him and me) as I continued to suck the other guy. It wasn't long before my lips had produced another raging hard-on, and the first guy had wobbled out of Kathy's bedroom with a look of satisfaction on his face. I sent the second guy in as I reached for the deflated cock of the first guy, and used my other hand to stroke one of the other guys to hardness. By the time the second guy came out of Kathy's room... obviously drained... the first guy was hard again. I directed the third guy to go to the other bedroom and do as I had directed the others... told the guy who had been screwing me from behind that he had to move out... told the first guy (who now and another hard- on) that he could get behind me and screw my pussy or ass to his heart's content... and asked the second guy to put his cock into my mouth so I could get it stiff again. Meanwhile, I used my hand to stroke the other guy to readiness. Within 45 minutes, I had gotten all four guys to plant a fresh load in Kathy's pussy... and they were all back for a blow job and more sex with me. I was getting excess attention, so as I saw a guy with a stiff dick that I could not immediately serve, I told him to return to the other bedroom and to screw "the lady" some more... until he was able to come back and tell me he had again shot his wad deep inside her. As it worked out, all four of the guys `donated' inside of Kathy at least once... most of them twice. I noticed that one of the guys did it four times with her. Kathy kept her word and refrained from any talking with me or any of the guys... but I heard her moan in pleasure several times, and occasionally heard her say, "Yes, YES... Harder, HARDER!" When I had finally worn the guys out (and very much worn myself out... pleasantly, I must add), I asked them all to leave so Kathy and I could leave unseen. I promised to be in touch with them over the Internet. I did contact each of the guys with a discrete E-Mail message... thanking them for the very good `business meeting' they had conducted. I assured them that all the participants were very happy with the results. But, I never told them the real news... two months later Kathy was happily pregnant! As we went home that evening, Kathy told me her pussy was sore... but that she had really enjoyed the experience. "How many guys were there?" she asked... unable to clearly distinguish who had screwed her more than once. I told her, "There were several... as many as your mind wants you to remember." The `gang bang' experience that I had while making things work for Kathy was my first and my last. I enjoyed it, but it was a bit overwhelming. I felt it was a bit over- orchestrated, but I felt I had to do it that way to be sure that Kathy got each guy's most potent load... and as many follow-up loads as possible. Clearly it worked! Kathy and her unsuspecting husband are very much enjoying their new daughter. Kathy's special party was nearly five years ago. Her daughter is a beautiful four-year-old. Her dad is proud of his daughter... and her mom has a twinkle in her eye every time she sees me. Well, enough of my reminiscing. I would love to hear some comments from your female readers. Joan, thanks for giving me this opportunity to share my story. If anyone sends comments, please send them on to me. Nancy