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