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 Can a Woman Truly Love Her Husband And Still Yearn For Sex With Other Guys?
(Three Letters)

   Wife Wishes Husband Would be Open to Sharing Her

   I was at my hairdresser's salon a few months ago.  She had just put the
hairdryer down over my head.  I am sure she thought I would not be able to
hear.

   It was early, so no other clients were in the salon.  I saw the three
other stylists chatting and giggling as my stylist approached them.  One of
the girls had a large smile on her face and a broad look of satisfaction. I
wondered what they were talking about.

   I lifted the hairdryer just enough so I could hear them.  The girl with
the self-satisfied smile was saying, "Yep...  two of them.  An MFM.  It was
an absolutely delicious threesome." The other girls were laughing and
asking questions.  About that time they noticed that I had my hairdryer
elevated, and was listening.  I let it drop back down.

   As my hair continued to dry I noticed the other three stylists leave. 
When my hair was dry my stylist lifted the dryer and explained that since
there were no other customers yet, the other girls had decided to step next
door to get a cup of coffee.

   Hesitantly, I began to ask my stylist what they had been talking about.
I said, "They sure looked excited." While working with my hair, my stylist
said, "Susie lives with a guy who gives her great sex." She paused.  Then
she said, "Last night he brought a friend home to join him in giving Susie
a night of doubled sex!"

   I turned a bit and said, "Really?" She smiled at me and said, "He does
that for her every once and a while.  We all enjoy hearing her reports the
next day."

   Nothing more was said.  My stylist finished her work, and I left.  I
could not help but think about what I had just heard.  I went home, got on
my computer, and began searching for references to "threesome sex," and MFM
sex."

   I could not believe all the sites that came up.  They included
everything from advice on threesomes for married Christian couples...  to
very graphic pictures of nude women being cuddled by two nude men, one
playing with her breasts as the other one had his penis buried in her
vagina.  Along the way I found references to you, Joan, and to your web
site.

   When I visited your site I could not believe how many women (married and
unmarried) who professed to enjoyment of sex with two men at the same time.
My vagina began to get moist.

   Let me give you a little background on my situation.  My husband and I
have been married for 15 years.  We have two children, and I love him VERY
much.  I have NEVER considered cheating on him.  However, over the years
our sex life has diminished to rather predictable, bland, missionary-style
sex.  My pleasure from our couplings is at best intermittent.

   I read your advice files, and wondered if my husband would ever consider
"sharing" me with another man.  Even during sex, he had never suggested any
desire to see me have sex with anyone else.  Until that day at the salon, I
had not even entertained such an idea.

   Actually, my husband tends to be very protective of me.  If he ever
observes another guy ogling me, he gets hostile toward the other guy, and
often makes nasty comments to them to get them to go away.  That has
happened several times over the years, when we were at beaches and when we
have been out to dinner.

   He doesn't like me to wear low-cut blouses or skirts that he considers
too short.  He considers himself a "traditional" and "conservative" husband
and father.  Frankly, I think he is a bit overly protective...  maybe even
jealous when he sees the eyes of other guys showing their appreciation for
my body.

   One night recently when he and I were enjoying some especially hot sex,
I told him what I overheard at the beauty salon.  His reply was, "She must
be a slut, or a member of one of those `weirdo' swinging groups.  I'm glad
you aren't interested in any of that stuff."

   Well, that shut me off.  There was no more talking about that subject...
even though the idea of being in bed with two guys really got to my
imagination.

   Joan...  I am writing to you to let you know that even wives like me who
really love our husbands DO get turned-on by the thought of sexual play
with other men.  I have actually started to develop a sort of hunger for
the feel of a different penis within me.  I would love to do that, and yet
I know that if I did, it would not reduce my love for my husband.

   An affair is totally out of the question for me.  I would never want to
risk the trust relationship I have with my husband.

   It looks like that is an experience I am not likely to ever have.  Any
thoughts?

   From JT

   Dear JT...

   Thank you for your note.  I appreciate your situation.  I think many
other women find themselves similarly situated.

   Do you think that he thinks Susie was a "weirdo" because he believes she
has sex with many men?  If so, he might be interested to know that many of
the couples who have written to me have restricted their "extra partner"
play to 1 to 3 extra guys over several years.

   Do you think he thought of her as a "weirdo" because she might be
opening herself to health issues or unintended pregnancy?  If so, there are
clearly ways to protect against those eventualities.

   Beyond these thoughts, I can't offer much in the way of altering your
husband's parochial views.  Since an affair is "out of the question" for
you, your only hope is that your husband changes his perspective.

   Maybe you could ask him to take you to an X-rated movie sometime...  or
ask him to stop at an adult store to pick up some toys or books on sex play
for couples.  That may be a way to bring up the subject again, in a
reasonably discrete non-committal way.

   Love, Joan





   Married Woman Finds Her Own Extra Sexual Outlet

   When you're a married woman and have secrets, there aren't many people
you can share those with.  Sometimes you want to talk about them, put them
out there, and release it.  Joan...  this is my attempt at sharing my
secret.

   I am 38-years-old, have been married for 15 years, and have two
wonderful kids.  I am 5'6", 130 lbs, with 36C breasts, blonde hair and blue
eyes.  I have an average build.

   Anyway, the past two years of my marriage has been rather unsatisfying
in the sex department.  As happens in many relationships, women like me
begin to feel like just a roommate.

   My husband and I are the picture perfect couple in public, but at home
we just exist.  I do love him.  It's just that our communication and
interests have waned.  I feel like I am a distant second to sports and his
friends.  We still have sex, but I do it out of guilt, and it really is not
very fulfilling.

   Recently, I got into running, and even joined a group of runners.  I
meet them quite a bit in the mornings through the week.  Over the course of
these runs, I have met new friends, and it has been an outlet for me.

   One guy in particular really talks to me, and has tried to help me with
my runs.  He began asking me about myself, and really seems to care.  He is
only 26, 5'9", a great runner build, and has brown eyes that a girl can get
lost in.  So we occasionally go for coffee and talk, and I am sure I
over-shared way too much with him.

   One morning, it was just going to be the two of us running, so I met him
at his apartment.  I had not slept well that night, and was down.  I went
to his apartment, knocked on the door, and began to put my keys and cell
phone.  About that time a flood of thoughts crossed my mind.  I started
crying.

   He opened the door, and there I was...  crying.  His arm grabbed me.  He
pulled me inside the door, and shut it.  I sat on his couch and apologized.
He sat down next to me, and put both of his arms around me.  No man other
than my husband had done that since I've been married.  It felt wonderful.

   He said, "Tell me what's wrong.  We can forget the run." I say nothing,
but took in the warmth of his touch, the smell of his body, noticing that I
was then holding him as well.  He pulled back, brushed the hair out of my
eyes, and said, "What can I do to help.  You are too beautiful and
wonderful to be upset."

   At that moment I lost my composure and kissed him, with no resistance
from him.  We broke after a minute.  He apologized.  I ask why.  He said,
"I shouldn't have done that."

   Without hesitating I said, "I wanted you too!  I am sorry, I know you
don't want to kiss an emotional married woman."

   He replied, "I think about you all the time...  on all levels.  You are
sexy, fun, wonderful...  and I don't care that you are married.  Do you
think I haven't thought about that...  and more...  when I think about
you?"

   I responded, "I need `the more'." At that point I began kissing him
again...  that time with more passion.  Soon I was pulling his shirt off
over his head.  I ran my hands all over his chest, nipples, abs, down to a
bulge in his running shorts.  I felt so flushed, I felt wave after wave of
moisture envelop my pussy.

   I got up and took my own shirt off (I wasn't wearing a bra), really
thinking that 38-year-old breasts may not be to his liking.  But he touched
them and squeezed them.  It all made me feel so wanted.  Moments later I
was on my knees, pulling his shorts off.  Holy crap, he was fully hard, and
a good 1.5" longer and thicker than my husband.  I was in heaven, not
thinking of anything but making the guy cum.

   So I grabbed the shaft of his cock and started licking his balls, and
then his shaft...  slowly, with the tip of my tongue, feeling him pulse.  I
asked him if he every masturbated while thinking about me.  He said, "Sure
I do, after every run...  and a lot of other times."

   That turned me on, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth and
proceeded to absolutely go crazy.  Up and down, up and down, non-stop as
quickly as I could.  After a few minutes I tasted pre-cum.  It was so good.


   I have given oral sex to my husband for years, but there I was about to
make this guy (12 years younger than me) cum.  So I continued.  He said,
"Watch out!  I'm going to cum." I glanced up and said, "Your cumming right
where I want it," and proceeded to basically fuck him with my mouth.

   I then slowly squeezed his balls, and could feel the pulse of his cock
really begin, indicating he was nearing his climax.  He shot a load into my
mouth that was huge.  I was trying to take all of his warm, salty cum, but
I couldn't.  Some leaked out.  I just slowly milked his cock while staring
up at him.  When I pulled up he kissed me, no doubt tasting his cum on my
lips.

   He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me again, and then took me to his
bedroom where put me on his bed.  He pulled my shorts off, exposing my
shaven pussy.  His hands grabbed my ass, bringing my wetness to his face.
Then he proceeded to lick and suck me like a pro.

   I came quickly, with intensity, but he kept going.  I was driven up the
wall by the time I had my third orgasm.

   He finished, and I looked at him.  I saw that he had recovered his
hard-on, and was ready.  I told him I wanted him to fuck me.  He fumbled
around, and told me he had no condoms.  I pushed him onto his back and
mounted him anyway.

   He was smacking my ass, grabbing and pinching my nipples.  It was
amazing.  He was so turned-on that he just flipped me onto my back and
fucked me as hard as I've ever been.  I loved it.  It was so damn intense,
and when he came inside my pussy and collapsed into my arms, I felt like I
had never been happier.

   Needless to say we skip our runs a lot now.  We have been together many
times since that first morning, and it is a real outlet that I love. 
However, it is also a secret I have to keep.

   I still love my husband first and foremost, and never want anything to
get in the way of that primary relationship.  My family means a lot to me.
But, I really NEED this additional sexual outlet.  I wish it did not have
to be a secret, but it does.  I am sure many other women can relate to me.

   SL



   Cougar Catches A Young Man to Screw

   My husband and I have been married for 25 years and I love him dearly.
But, I also love being a "Cougar," seducing young guys to give me the
additional sex that I really need.  Obviously, I cannot tell my husband
about my occasional afternoon "affairs."

   On a recent Friday afternoon I decided to go shopping.  It was a nice
day, not cold, but not hot either.  I live in the desert area of the
country, and nights are cold, but the days are mild.

   I decided to wear a black pair of Danskin pants, tennis shoes, and a
shirt that is made of gauzy material, over a red sports bra.  I then put on
a light workout zip-up style jacket, and off I went.

   Once at the store, I couldn't find what I was looking for, and asked a
stocker where it might be.  He told me that he would take me to where it
was.  Once we were standing in front of the item, as I bent down, I noticed
that he had a bulge in his pants, and that it was growing.

   I looked around to see if anyone was coming onto the same isle we were
on.  No one was there.  As I picked up the item from the bottom shelf, I
let it fall from my hand, and before he could pick it up I squatted down. I
was eye-to-crotch with the guy.

   I guess I should tell you what he and I look like.  He was about
28-years-old, and his nametag said Mike.  He was a clean cut kind of guy,
and very polite.  I am 51-years-old, 5'8", about 145 pounds, with long red
hair, light complexion, and natural 40D's.

   I picked up the item, and as I was standing up, I lightly brushed my tit
against his crotch.  I could feel that he had a large cock, and that it was
getting hard.  He didn't know what to do, and stepped back a bit.  My
jacket was unzipped, and I could feel my nipples getting hard too.

   Let me tell you about my nipples.  They have a mind of their own.  They
will get hard for no apparent reason.  Right then they had a reason.  When
they get hard, they stick out about half an inch, and are about as round as
a dime.  My sports bra and a gauzy shirt didn't hold anything back.

   I saw that the young man was staring at my tits.  When he noticed that I
was looking at him, he blushed.  I asked, "Do you like what you see?" He
smiled and said, "Absolutely!"

   I decided what the heck.  I asked him, "Would you like to put your cock
between them, and then fuck me too?" I don't think he believed what was
happening to him.  He could only shake his head affirmatively.

   I asked him what time he got off work.  He said in about an hour.  I
told him I would be shopping for a while longer, then I would pick him up
in the parking lot.  I gave him my number, asked him to call me when he got
off, and went about my business.

   I checked out of the store and noticed that he was standing near a
couple of other stockers who were checking me out.  I smiled and waved as I
left.

   It wasn't a full hour after I met Mike that I was getting a call.  He
said he was already off work, and asked if I had meant what I said.  I told
him, "Of course," and headed back to the store to pick him up.

   As I pulled into the parking lot I could see him headed to what I
guessed was his car.  I rolled down my window and asked if he wanted to
follow me or ride with me.  He followed.  We pulled into my driveway, and
on into my garage.  I didn't want my nosey neighbor to see that I had
brought a guy home.  Mike followed me into the house, and once the door was
closed I slowly took my jacket off.

   I asked him what he would like to do.  Judging by the bulge in his
pants, I already knew the answer.  He said, "Whatever you like." I led him
to the bedroom and closed the door.  I told him I needed to call my husband
and let him know that I had gotten home safely...  and to make sure he was
still there.  He works over an hour from our home.

   My husband always worries about the crazy drivers in our town, and I
wanted to be sure I had enough time to enjoy the young man in front of me.
I let my husband know that I had found everything I needed at the store. 
We hung up and I then focused on Mike.

   I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving my sports bra and pants on.  I
helped him out of his shirt and pants.  His cock was pushing against his
underwear.  I could see that it was larger than average, and looked thick
too.  I could see pre-cum on his shorts.

   I noticed he was staring at my crotch.  I asked him why.  He said that I
had a very nice camel toe.  It was my turn to blush, as I felt my lips
sucking up the fabric.  I began to pull my panties down, and he stopped me.
He said, "Let me help you," and he laid me down on the bed.

   He began to eat me through the fabric.  It felt great...  little nibbles
and lots of licking.  I could feel myself getting very wet.  I pulled off
my sports bra as he kissed my belly.  Slowly and softly he kissed and
sucked my erect nipples.  I reached down and rubbed his cock through his
shorts.

   I then reached inside and took his cock in my hand.  I could barely get
my fingers around it!  I told him that I wanted it inside me.  He said I
was going to have to wait a bit.  He pulled my pants off as I raised my
hips.  Mike then buried his face in my pussy.

   He worked his tongue in and out of my pussy, and then flicked my clit
too.  I could feel myself cumming, and told him.  He sped up and slowed
down.  I could hold it no longer.  I came for what seemed like minutes.

   I swear, I almost smashed his head between my legs.  I came as if I
hadn't cum in years.  Waves and waves rolled over me.  I became ultra
sensitive, and had to ask him to stop.  He did.

   It took me a minute or two to catch my breath.  When I did, I returned
the favor to him.  I took his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking it.  I
couldn't get it all into my mouth.  It was too big.  So I flicked my tongue
over the tip, and then sucked on it hard.

   I played with his balls, and then slowly moved a finger toward his ass.
He squirmed a bit, but all I did was lightly touch the outside.  His cock
got even harder in my mouth when I did that.  I continued to work his cock
up and down in my mouth, faster and faster, all while playing with his ass.


   I could feel his balls tightening up.  That's when I stopped.  He looked
at me like "What?" I told him I wanted him to cum inside me.  He smiled
again.  I got on top of him, and his cock slid easily into my soaking
pussy. I controlled the pace while he sucked on my tits.  He had great
control.  I fucked him hard, and came again.

   I have discovered that my occassional young male lovers generally give
me intense sexual pleasure.  Mike was no exception.

   He rolled me onto my back, all while keeping his beautiful cock inside
me.  My legs went up over his shoulders.  I told him to fuck me hard.  He
did...  in and out, faster and faster.  I could feel another "O" cumming
on. He was getting ready to pull out as he said he was about to cum.

   I told him, "You better not!  I want to feel you shoot your load deep
inside me!" Hearing me say that, he let go a geyser of cum.  I could feel
it deep inside my pussy.  He kept fucking me harder and harder.  I could
feel his cum running down my ass.  It was hot.  I came again and again.  He
then laid on top of me with his throbbing cock still in my cum-soaked
pussy. I could feel him getting a bit soft, but that was okay.  I was
spent.

   He said that he needed to get going, which I didn't mind, as my pussy
was sore...  but it felt great.  Besides, I needed to be sure he was gone
before my hubby arrived from work.  He asked if I would like to spend some
time together the following Saturday afternoon.  Well it is the next
Saturday now, and I am looking forward to another round of getting fucked
by that young stud this afternoon.

   Oh my husband, I almost forgot.  By the time he got home from work that
night, I had showered and cleaned myself.  I told him I was horny, and
asked if he would go to bed and fuck me before dinner.  He did.  He had no
idea how I had spent my afternoon.  He just thought I was extra horny.

   I would love to be able to share the details of my encounters with him,
but he had never expressed any willingness for me to have sex with other
men, and I just don't want to upset our relationship.