LETTERS FROM KAREN

Karen is a woman in her early 50s.  She has agreed to 
share some highlights of her sex life... through a 
series of letters... with my readers.  The stories 
are all TRUE!  They begin when she had just graduated 
from high school... about 27 years ago.  Some of the 
stories deal with pre-marriage experiences she had.  
Then there were 12 years of monogamous married life 
with her husband Bob.  

When Bob and Karen began to honestly share their 
fantasies and past sexual adventures, they decided to 
open their life to the exploration of MFM threesome 
fun and more recreational sex or "sport fucking" as 
Karen calls it.  Jim (four years younger than them) 
was the first threesome partner Karen and Bob invited 
into their life.  They had been friends for about two 
years before Bob set things up for Jim to join him in 
"multiplying Karen's pleasure."  Due to their age 
difference, in her later reports, Karen kiddingly 
refers to Jim as her "toy boy."

Karen would welcome letters from other women with 
reactions, questions, comments and related stories.  
You may write to her care of me.....   Joan, 
JJJ3313260@AOL.COM.


Letter #1  -  A Little Background

Hi Joan -  

Glad to hear from you.  I hardly know where to start.  I've 
never had a friend I could talk to about my experiences, 
and have often wondered if anyone else has had similar 
experiences.  My name is Karen and it sounds as if we have 
much in common.  I am in a committed relationship, and have 
been married 30-plus years.  

I have found the stories you have provided to be most 
interesting.  My husband and I think that whatever works 
for a person should not be judged by anyone else.  There 
are so many lonely people in this world, and everyone 
should be loved.  Judgmental people drive me up the wall.  

What may work well for me might not be suitable for anyone 
else.  So long as nothing is hurtful, it's nobody's 
business.  I love reading other people's stories and 
knowing we are not alone in the ways we enjoy sex.  I know 
we have lived in a way that some would consider dangerous, 
but for my husband and me, it has improved our relationship 
and made us closer as we have shared so much.  We 
understand, accept and have a mutual respect for each 
other.  

When the girl in one of your stories told her husband how 
much she loved him for giving her that experience, I knew 
how she felt.  I told Bob exactly the same thing after we 
enjoyed fulfilling our MFM threesome fantasy the first 
time.  I loved it, and I knew how much he loved me... and I 
told him so.  That will be in my story.  

To answer you, no, the two guys with whom we had threesomes 
with never met or knew each other.  That will unfold in the 
stories.  And the relationships did not go on 
simultaneously.  They both lasted over a number of years.  
We are still involved in the second relationship and meet 
still occasionally.  There is so much to relate.  

Joan, I am not quite 20 years older than you are, so I've 
had more time to have experiences.  I can appreciate the 
love and care you and your guys can give to your 
children... and that is special (see Joan's story - #JL-
104.TXT).  Bob always felt he did not have enough time for 
his family... especially his boys, because he was working 
all the time.

He did spend time with them though, and has always been a 
wonderful father.  I love to write my stories in a frank 
way... and I can see from reading yours, my words will not
offend you.  

From reading letters in Penthouse, and some of the erotic 
stories on the Net, I have learned there are as many unique 
lifestyles as there are people.  I will give you some 
background about me.  I was raised in a strict, Christian 
home.  I always had a strong sex drive and I dated a lot in 
high school.  I am just over 5 ft. tall and in those years, 
quite
skinny.  I loved to park and neck and roll around with 
guys, but I never let it go any further.  

I started to date Bob at 18, just after high school.  He 
has been a great husband and soul mate, and he is the 
reason why I blossomed sexually.  A couple years after we 
were married, he shared with me his favorite fantasy of 
doing a threesome with another man.  

For 10 years we talked about it... and I had greatly-mixed 
emotions.  I did not understand why he would want to share 
me, and I was afraid it might make him too jealous and ruin 
our relationship.  I also did not know anyone I would be 
interested in doing something like this with.  We are both 
well-educated, and we are financially comfortable.  We are 
also well known and active in our community.  

After 10 years of marriage, we moved to Austin, Texas.  
Through Bob's job, he met and became very good friends with 
Jim, a salesman who called on him.  Jim was the guy we 
eventually did our first threesome with.  I am not the kind 
of person who could do this with a stranger.  

It turns me on to go out with two guys who are well-
dressed.  I like the build-up of sexual attraction.  With 
Jim, the sexual tension built over the next year.  I could 
tell I really turned him on, and he had the same effect on 
me.  I shared with Bob that if he was really serious about 
his fantasy, I could do it with Jim.  I like men who are 
tall and well-built with wide shoulders and nice butts... 
and Jim fit the bill.  

Bob and I had some great sexual times as we mentally 
explored this fantasy for about six months.  Bob now had to 
re-examine his feelings... now that he was faced with the 
possibility that his fantasy might happen.  I knew Jim was 
not he kind of guy I could fall in love with, he was just a 
sexual turn-on.  

Bob was the first man I did anything really sexual with.  
He taught me everything from French kissing to fucking.  I 
always had a strong sexual drive, and I don't believe any 
man could keep up with me. Bob always said if I had two 
guys, I would love it... and really get satisfied.  

I love all aspects of sex, and have learned the difference 
between sex for love and "sport-fucking."  I learned that 
if sex is going to be fun, it ought to be dirty... and the 
dirtier the better.  I often wonder about the kind of 
fantasies I have, and if other women have them too.  

For instance, sometimes I get so hot I just think about a 
cock and how soft the skin is... and how hot it gets when 
hard.  I love to feel a cock grow hard when I hold it and 
when I suck it... and feel it get hard in my mouth.  I love 
to rub a man's balls.  I really get off on the feeling of 
power I get, especially when I jack-off a man.  I love to 
watch a cock respond, and watch the head get wet... and 
then squirt when he comes.  

I don't do this often, as I hate to waste a good hard-on.  
I like to fuck a cock more than just jack-off a cock and 
watch.  However, that is one of my favorite masturbatory 
fantasies.  

Over the past 20 years, we have had two guys in our lives 
with whom we have enjoyed regular threesomes.  These 
threesomes have really added to our own sex lives.  Both 
guys lived in other cities.  We usually got together 
between two to four times a year, just depending on 
circumstances.  

I have found that I love the feeling of two mouths, four 
hands and two cocks.  I have nice breasts.  They are very 
sensitive, and my nipples are prominent with large aureole.  
I love to have them sucked on.  Having both breasts licked 
and sucked at the same time makes me SO hot.  I'll tell you 
a lot more as our story unfolds.

If you have time, drop me a note about you and your 
particular situation  I have had a few "erotic" pen-pals, 
but men don't seem to be too interested in that sort of 
thing.  Bob also has had a few women he corresponded with 
and shared stories, but nothing like what we have done.  
Looking forward a lot to sharing experiences with you.

Karen



Letter #2  -  Our First Threesome Experience

Let me tell you about my first MFM threesome.  I hardly 
know where to start.  I've never before had a friend I 
could talk to about this, and I enjoy this opportunity to 
share our story.  

Bob and I had been married about 10 years, and we had often 
discussed his fantasy of watching me fuck another guy.  At 
first I was not receptive, but eventually I became more 
comfortable with the idea.  

There was no particular guy in mind, but we met Jim and we 
all became good friends.  Jim called on Bob about once a 
month.  At those times we would all go out to dinner or 
have Jim come to our place for dinner.  I found Jim to be 
very attractive and sexy, but I knew he was nobody I would 
ever run away with.  

He was between marriages, a big flirt, and had a good sense 
of humor.  When I finally told Bob that I wanted to fulfill 
our fantasy with Jim, we began to plan how we would make it 
happen.  This added to our shared sexual stimulation, 
because Jim didn't suspect what we had in mind.  

It was clear Jim found me very attractive, and the sexual 
chemistry grew more tense each time we were all together.  
However, I didn't know how he might respond to a situation 
like we had in mind.  

Jim lived in Houston and came to Austin for a visit in 
March, along with a trainee.  That evening we all went to 
dinner... and Bob drove.  We went to a small town about 25 
miles away.  On the way back, I got into the back seat with 
Jim "to visit," I said.  That left Jim's trainee in the 
front seat with Bob.  The road was dark, and nobody could 
see into the back seat.  I sat very close and put my hand 
on his leg.  

As we all talked and laughed, I slowly moved my hand up to 
Jim's crotch.  He got a hard-on, and I rubbed him as we 
rode along.  He was very nervous.  At first he tried to 
push me away... but I kept coming back.  He was very 
turned-on and nervous, and surprised... and I was really 
enjoying this.  

Obviously nothing more could happen that night.  Bob knew 
in advance what I was going to do.  Poor Jim hardly knew 
how to act when we got back to the house.  Jim and his 
trainee left, and Bob and I had a great night of fucking as 
we discussed what had happened in the back seat.

Jim had to be very torn, as he didn't want to screw up a 
good relationship... to say nothing about business.  On his 
visit in April he was nervous, but friendly.  We just had a 
social evening, and I acted like nothing had happened.

In May there was a business meeting in Houston, and Jim was 
going to be there.  I went with Bob and we made plans to 
have dinner with Jim.  We were all dressed up and went to a 
nice restaurant where we had a great time.  Then we went 
back to Jim's place "to have a drink" and to visit.  I wore 
my sexiest dress.  It split up the front, and its top was 
cut very low.  I did not wear a bra.  

When I sat down, my dress split apart and showed a lot of 
leg.  I knew it would be very easy to take off.   We talked 
for awhile, then Bob made an excuse to run to the store for 
some snacks.   I could tell Jim was very nervous, being 
left alone with me.  I asked him to freshen my drink.  When 
he got up to refresh my drink, I followed him into the 
kitchen and stood very close.  

While standing next to him, looking into his eyes, I 
blurted it out!  I told him how I thought he was very 
sexy... and that Bob and I had a fantasy to do a threeway 
with him... and I asked how he felt about that.

He was so turned-on that his hands were actually shaking.  
He told me how much I turned him on too.  I said, "Why 
don't you kiss me?"  He took me in his arms, and he started 
necking with me while we were standing in the kitchen.   
Then I took his hand and led him back into the living room 
and we sat down on the couch.  

He wanted to be sure this is what we wanted to do... and be 
reassured that Bob would not be angry.  I just kissed 
him... and very soon his hand was on my breast.  We were 
really getting hot and heavy when Bob came back in the 
door.  This had been our plan... to allow me some time to 
get the ball rolling.  When Bob walked in on us,  Jim got 
nervous, but Bob reassured him that this was what we both 
wanted to happen... and that all was OK.  

By this time my dress was partially open, and one breast 
was out.  Bob sat on the couch next to me (opposite side 
from Jim)... and then we really got into it.  My dress was 
soon totally open   One guy would be kissing me, and both 
of my tits were being rubbed and caressed.  I was rubbing a 
hard cock with each hand... and shortly, both of their 
dicks were out of their pants.  

At this point I suggested we head for the bedroom.  We got 
on the bed with me in the middle, and slowly shed all of 
our clothes.  What an incredible feeling to have all that 
bare male skin touching my body... with four hands, two 
mouths and two cocks to play with.  It was overwhelming to 
me and took my breath away.  

I was so hot and my pussy was so wet.  Both nipples were 
being sucked and licked... being rubbed all over... fingers 
were in my pussy... I was being kissed by two guys!  

The guys were nervous, and they kept getting soft and then 
hard... and then soft again.  We must have played like that 
for quite awhile.  I love foreplay!  Sometimes I would have 
to just take a break to catch my breath.  I would suck one 
cock and play with the other.  Sometimes one guy would just 
lay back and take a break and watch.  I remember getting on 
my knees between them and stroking each cock while I caught 
my breath... and telling them how much I was loving this.  

Jim's cock was different than Bob's.  It was shorter and 
much thicker.  Finally I got on top of Jim and slid his 
cock into my pussy while Bob stood beside me.  As soon as I 
felt Jim's cock within me, I started sucking on my 
husband's cock as he watched.  What a turn-on for me.  

Jim made me stop after a few minutes, because he was 
getting close to coming.  I laid down next to Jim, and my 
husband fucked me missionary-style for awhile.  I hung my 
head over the edge of the bed, and Jim came around and let 
me suck him.  His balls were bigger than Bob's.  I rubbed 
and fondled them as I was sucking his cock.  

As Bob watched me do this, he came off!  After he had 
filled my pussy and withdrew, Jim came around and 
immediately got onto the bed, positioned himself above me, 
and started fucking my pussy.  His cock felt great because 
it was so thick, even though he couldn't go as deep as Bob.  
Bob just watched me getting fucked by Jim.  I could tell he 
was loving the scene, having his fantasy come true.  

I absolutely didn't want anybody to wear rubbers, as I love 
having that feeling of a bare cock... and the feeling of 
having it shoot-off inside me.  When Jim came, I could feel 
the spasming of his dick as it shot its load... and I had a 
shuddering orgasm.  All that come, plus my own juices, had 
me swimming in wetness.  

We all rested and relaxed for probably 20 minutes.  Jim got 
a towel from the bathroom.  I needed it to wipe up.  Then 
we got going again.  This time Bob got so excited as I was 
stroking both cocks, he just shot-off on the towel.  Then I 
fucked Jim again with me on top.  I rode him hard while Bob 
sucked my tits.  I had another great come before Jim shot 
off again in my pussy.   

By this time it was after midnight, and we had been playing 
together for over three hours.  We had to leave for home 
the next day so we all said our good-byes. It had been a 
beautiful, incredible night!  

When Bob and I got to the car, I told him how very much I 
loved him for doing this.  That I loved every minute of it.  
I told him he had been SO RIGHT when he said that if I ever 
had two guys at the same time, I would love it and get 
really satisfied.  We went right back to the motel.  Little 
did I know... the night was just beginning for us.  
.  
Bob got one hard-on after another that night, and he fucked 
me SIX MORE TIMES!  We could not believe it, but each hard-
on was as good as the first, and each cum was fantastic.  I 
had more orgasms that night than I had ever had before.  

I kept track (and I usually don't), but we fucked 20 times 
in those 3 days.  We were both so hot from that night with 
Jim.  Well that's the story of my initiation.  I hope you 
enjoyed it.  Lots more to come.  

Karen



Letter #3  -  More Background About Karen

Hi Joan,  I have enjoyed everything you have sent... and 
draw parallels between Bob and me, you and your guys... and 
the several women who have sent you their stories.  I find 
certain expressions of feelings that we all share.  

Also, I took note of some things I could do, and some 
things I could not do.  I don't mean that in a judgmental 
way... just that certain things are not me.  For example,  
I could never go to a bar and meet a stranger and fuck him 
later that night.  I want the build-up of getting to know 
someone, and letting that sexual attraction and tension 
develop.  

That's why Jim was such a good match for us.  You sound 
like my husband, Bob.  You both seem interested in the 
psychology of why we do what we do... and why certain 
things turn us on.  Perhaps we are just molded by our 
personal life experiences.  

By the way, I am just over 5' 2", have reddish-brown hair 
and green eyes.  My legs are
short, and usually I weigh around 125 to 130#.  Right now 
I'm about 10# over, and trying to get back down.  I think I 
am pretty, and some people have told me I resemble Susan 
Hayward.  In my pictures, I see it too.   

I am going to go back to my early 20's, in the early years 
of our relationship (Bob and mine), to give you some 
background on maybe why a threesome with another guy became 
his favorite fantasy.  One of your very early exposures to 
sex was secretely watching your mom have this unique 
experience with your dad and his brother, so this became 
part of your sexual history.  Do you agree?  (NOTE FROM 
JOAN:  Yes!  See my story #JL-104.TXT)  

I also want to tell you that there has never been any 
sexual play between the men I have been with.  It has 
always been all straight hetero... with full attention on 
me!  That's part of the reason I have always found the 
experience so overwhelming.  When I am with two men at the 
same time, I am busy... but the guys can individually take 
a break and watch, which tends to rejuvenate the guy who's 
watching.

All men seem to be such voyeurs, and they really get turned 
on by watching.  I have found that I have to take a break 
now and then.  I noticed the same in the stories you sent 
me by Susan and Lucy (NOTE FROM JOAN:  See stories #J3-
105.TXT and #J3-106.TXT).  

I know some women could never handle relationships that 
involve two men.  A lot of women don't really appreciate 
sex... are not even interested in developing their sexual 
potential.  I'm sure that's true of some men also.  Too 
many men have three main goals... getting it up, sticking 
it in, and getting off!  End of story.  

I've had a few girlfriends over the years who wished their 
man knew how to turn them on.  I think every life is a 
"story" all by itself.  Back to why certain things turn us 
on.  

Bob has this thing for nipples.  He loves breasts that have 
protruding nipples and large aureole.  One night while we 
were dating, we were at a drive-in movie.  No cars were 
around us, and I was hot.  As we were necking and playing, 
I took off my blouse... and then my bra.  It was the first 
time he had seem my bare tits.  To this day, he says that's 
when he knew he was in love with me.  I qualify.  My 
breasts are 36C and my nipples are large with big aureole.  
"Gorgeous pink..." his description.  Why should this be?  
Who knows.  

We have gone to quite a few topless clubs over the years, 
and I've seem him get a hard-on just looking at girls who 
have his kind of tits and nipples.  Also, I agree with you 
that "different" is not necessarily better.  But "new and 
different" can be very stimulating.  

The new and different experiences we have had have added 
much to our relationship, and have made us so much 
closer... because our sex (when we are alone) is so 
stimulated by the memories of... and the shared talk 
about... those experiences.  

Bob says it turns him on so much to see me so turned-on, 
and for me to be so wild and dirty and uninhibited.  More 
about this as I send you my stories.

Love to all,  

Karen



Letter # 4  -  My Earliest Sexual/Sensual 				
			Encounters/Experiences

Dear Joan - 

My first sexual experience involved a boy named Ken (not 
his real name).  He lived near the farm where my aunt and 
uncle lived... and I usually went to visit them for two 
weeks each summer.  I was sweet on him for several of my 
teen years.  

The summer I was 16 is when this happened.  As you know 
from my earlier letters, I loved to neck and roll around 
with guys.  This summer was hot.  Toward the end of my 
stay, we went down to a private lake on the farm for a 
swim, and got to necking in the water.  

Ken wanted to see my young tits, and play with them... and 
I could feel his hard dick poking me when he held me close.  
Finally I agreed to show him my breasts if he would let me 
see what he was hiding in his trunks.  I thought he would 
chicken out, but he agreed.  So I stepped back a few feet 
and pulled my top down.  

My boobs weren't very big at that time, but my nipples were 
large and swollen... and he groaned when he saw them.  I 
could tell he was playing with himself under water and it 
turned me on more.  

He stood up in the shallow water and pulled his trunks 
down.  I was amazed at the size and redness of his cock.  
The purple head just fascinated me.  He started stoking his 
cock while I watched.  I enjoyed watching the pleasure on 
his face.  Then his cock started to squirt his white, milky 
cum and, oh God, did that turn me on.  

My pussy was so hot and swollen and must have been very 
wet.  After we calmed down and finished our swim, we went 
back up to the farmhouse.  We were both very young and, I 
think, very embarrassed, as we were both dealing with a 
bunch of new emotions.  

Nobody was home, and when he left I went up to my room and 
took off my swimsuit and laid on the bed and masturbated 
furiously.  I was so damn hot, I must have come-off three 
or four times thinking about what had just happened.   

Remember how I wrote the last time that things that happen 
early in our life set us up mentally for what turns us on 
later in life?  This was one of those defining experiences 
for me.  

Two days later Ken came over after supper and we went for a 
walk in the orchard.  We were both dealing with a lot of 
emotion, and we were very hot for each other.  We started 
necking again when were out of sight.  I loved the way he 
kissed.  Eventually we snuck back up in the hay loft and 
repeated what we had done by the lake.  I would not let him 
touch me, but I played with my hardened nipples while I 
watched him jack-off again.  Again, he squirt come out of 
the end of his cock.  It still turns me on to think about 
it, and that was over 35 years ago.

That gives you background on what comes next.  The first 
time I told Bob that story from my past... it made him so 
damn hot that he did the same thing (stroked his cock until 
he shot his juices) for me while I masturbated for him.  I 
watched him come and he never lost his hard-on.  Then I 
came, and he buried his cock in my wet and ready pussy... 
and we both came off again. What a delicious fuck!  We did 
it a few more times that night too.

This next notable event in my sexual development happened 
some years later while I was dating Bob.  The story I am 
about to tell you is one I had to wait a few years before I 
could share it with Bob.  

As I said earlier, Bob was away at college. When he 
graduated, he took a job out of town to make money and get 
on his feet before we got married.  We had our share of 
break-ups and fights during this courtship.  

One of the major reasons I kept coming back was the great 
sex we shared.  At this point in my life, Bob was the only 
guy I had ever been with in a sexual way.  I had a few 
dates through the years when he was gone, but nothing 
serious.  I was pissed and hurt that he moved away and that 
he could only get back home about once a month.  

I would usually go see him once a month for the week-end.  
I started going out some nights with some girl friends.  We 
usually went to a nearby singles bar.  I really enjoy 
dancing, but I am not much of a drinker.  One Friday night 
I met a guy the other girls knew.  I'll call him Lyle. 
Don't change the name as I hope he reads this... but small 
chance.  

Lyle was an instant turn-on for me. Built nice, great butt 
and he was a cop.  We danced, and he bought me a drink, and 
we talked for awhile.  He really was not much of a talker, 
but he was very sexy looking.  He asked for my phone 
number, and I gave it to him.  

The next week he called for a date.  He could only go out 
on Thursday night due to his work schedule.  I wasn't too 
happy about this as it was a work night for me, but I 
decided to go.  We went out to a club... dancing and 
drinking... in a nearby town.  

By 11 PM we were ready to leave.  On the way home he pulled 
off onto a country lane and parked.  We started kissing, 
but he had a T-bird, and seats were split, so he pulled the 
front seat forward and we got into the back seat.  I was 
hot and he was sexy, and this was the first guy (other than 
Bob) I had parked and necked with in about four years.  

Lyle was about four years older than me... in his mid-20's. 
An "older man!"  That turned me on.  We necked and rolled 
around in the back seat, and we were both getting hotter.  
He was rubbing my tits through my blouse and feeling may 
ass and trying to put his hand up my skirt.  I was loving 
this, but knew I did not want to fuck this guy on a first 
date.  Too fast.  

We started French kissing, and before I realized what I was 
doing, I grabbed his hard cock and was rubbing it through 
his pants.  He was really pushing to get his hands up my 
skirt and to get into my pants.  Things just kept getting 
hotter.  He had my blouse open and my bra unhooked, and he 
was rubbing my bare tits and flicking my nipples. He kept 
saying how he wanted to fuck me.  I was getting scared.  

He didn't even tell me if he had any rubbers, and yet I was 
getting to the point that I didn't give a shit.  By now his 
pants were unzipped and I had his bare cock in my hand.  
Finally I asked him if he'd like a blow job.  He said, "Oh 
God, yes!"  I unbuckled his pants and he pulled his pants 
and shorts right down to his ankles.  I leaned over and 
took the head of his cock into my mouth.  

He was really leaking pre-come, and he was in my total 
control as soon as I put the head of his dick into my 
mouth.  I love cocks and balls... and this was really 
exciting.  I was stroking his cock with one hand and 
cupping his balls with  the other and sucking his dick.  He 
was groaning and just lost in his ecstasy.  

He kept telling me how good it felt, and how he wanted to 
eat my pussy and fuck me with his cock.  I just kept 
rubbing and sucking and I knew he was getting close. He had 
his shirt open, and I just kept pumping.  Pretty soon he 
started coming.  I held his cock so the come shot up on his 
belly and so I could watch it squirt each drop. He had a 
good load.  

He went absolutely nuts when he came off.  He was moaning 
and bucking his hips.  Not only did I find it dirty and 
sexy, it was a real power trip to be able to do that for a 
man.  It never dawned on me until that moment that this was 
a power trip.  That hard dick was for me and I was in total 
control... and I made it shoot off.  He cleaned up with 
some Kleenex and, shit, he came right back for more.  

Now his pants were around his ankles and I didn't think his 
cock would ever got soft.  It was poking my belly again.  
So I grabbed it and started stroking it some more.  I got 
him back on the seat and started sucking his cock and 
jacking him off again.  This time took a little longer.  

I was amazed at how his cock felt just like Bob's.  About 
the same size for sure.  He loved me rubbing his balls and 
licking up and down the shaft of his cock.  Finally things 
calmed down and his cock got soft.  By this time it was 
almost 2 AM.  He took me home and dropped me off.  

I was so damn horny I went to bed... and, once again, had 
to bring myself off several times before I could go to 
sleep.  I was very confused.  I knew I really loved Bob, 
but I was so hot and wanted to fuck Lyle badly.  

The dumb shit never called me again for a date.  If he had, 
I'm pretty sure I would have eagerly fucked him.  I did see 
him a few times at the bar, and he was always nice.  It 
took me years to get the story and to figure out why he 
never called back.  Seems he was fucking one of the girls I 
worked with, and she was engaged to another guy at the 
time.  He wanted her to break off the engagement and to 
marry him. I think he was trying to make her jealous, and 
figured I would be an easy fuck.  

Too bad, as he missed out on a hot pussy by not trying just 
a little harder.  On Friday I could hardly keep my mind on 
my job, I was so hot.  I needed a hard cock to fuck and 
knew where to find one.  I left work at 5 PM and went 
immediately to Bob's apartment where he lived.  He wasn't 
expecting me that weekend.  When I walked in, he was 
surprised.  

I didn't want to visit, drink a beer, watch TV, or get a 
pizza.  I wanted his hard prick in my pussy.  He knew I was 
hot.   One might say I raped him.  I just about ripped his 
clothes off and we hit the bed in no time.  I was a wild 
woman that night.  We did the foreplay thing, I got his 
cock good and stiff, and we fucked!  

Then I'd let him rest just a short time and start to stroke 
and suck his cock until it came back up so I could fuck it 
again.  I worked him over until 3 AM, until he finally just 
passed out.  I wanted Bob and yet I really just wanted his 
dick.  I think that night I could have fucked the football 
team.  I was so wanton and dirty.  It was just pure animal 
lust.  I loved it.  

On Saturday Bob really questioned me about why I was so 
hot.  He told me he had never seen me like that.  I told 
him I had a date on Thursday night... and that's all I told 
him then.  From that point on, he knew something had 
happened.  He thought for years I'd fucked this guy, but I 
hadn't.  I just jacked him off twice.  

We were married for about five years before I told him the 
truth.  Shit, did that turn him on.  We had a hot summer of 
fucking.  It really fueled his fantasy.  I really wonder 
what might have happened if Lyle had ever dated me a few 
times more.  This was my first experience as a grown woman 
with pure lust.  

It was just sex and fucking because it felt good... 
although I could not have thought that through at the time.  
I think this gives you some background information you need 
leading up to our threesome for both of us.  More soon.  
Hope this makes you all hot as hell and makes you need to 
fuck both your guys when you read this.  

Let me know.  Karen



Letter #5  -  My Introduction To The Distinction Between 	
		"Sport Fucking" and Love
                             
Dear Joan,  

Today I am going to tell you about the time I yielded to 
temptation.  This happened shortly before Bob and I got 
married.  

Bob was doing a lot of travelling in his work, and I was 
still working too.  A young guy just out of college came 
into our office as a trainee.  He was from a city that was 
about five hours driving time away, so he couldn't get home 
very often.  He was stuck in our office for about nine 
months.  

We were working together and I was very attracted to him.  
He turned out to be the guy that had the largest cock I 
have yet encountered in my life.  He also was a very gentle 
lover and I enjoyed very much the "forbidden fruit" times I 
had with him.  

Our little affair did not last long, as it was in the late 
winter and spring just before I got married.  Another 
reason it did not last long was that I did not want or need 
any gossip or scandal at the office or any kind of stories 
getting back to Bob.  

I'll call him Mike (not his real name).  He was real cute, 
and he had a great sense of humor, which I like.  He was 
also a big flirt.  Supposedly he had a sweetie back home he 
was pretty serious with.  As we got friendlier with each 
other, he would talk about how horny he was, and how he 
missed his girl back home.  

One day he made a remark that his ideal situation would be 
to meet a horny married or engaged woman who could be 
discreet... and who (like him) needed some relief.  I told 
him I believed it was the guys who couldn't keep their 
mouth shut.  He immediately replied that he could.  

As time went on, we got friendlier, and I found myself 
fantasizing about him.  But, was very afraid of getting 
nvolved in an office affair.  Nothing good usually comes of 
that sort of thing, and I didn't want to mess up my 
relationship with Bob.  

About six months after Mike came into the office, I was 
mentioning how I was going to be looking for a new 
apartment, as I needed to move.  Mike suggested I come look 
at the place where he lived, as it was a new building and 
very nice.  One night we had an office retirement party and 
Mike was there.  After the dinner, he suggested I stop by 
and see his apartment.  I was feeling just naughty enough 
to do it.  

I went over there and he showed me around his place.  It 
was very nice.  The sexual tension was very thick.  As I 
was getting ready to leave, he offeered to help me with my 
coat.  He was in back of me, and instead of putting my coat 
on, he put his arms around me and kissed my neck.  Well, 
that got the ball rolling... and I turned around and 
started kisssing him back.  

Before long, the lights were out and we were on the couch 
necking.  It was stupid of me to think I could stop this 
from going any further, but I did.  Slowly things got 
hotter and hotter.  We were feeling each other all over but 
our clothes were still on.  Then he got my blouse 
unbuttoned, and my bra came off.  When he got to my tits 
and nipples, he started licking and sucking, and I was a 
goner.  

I could feel his hard cock through his pants, and he 
pressed it against me.  He took his shirt off, and then my 
blouse was gone, and we were naked from the waist up... 
necking like crazy.  He got his hand up my skirt and was 
rubbing my swollen pussy lips through my panties.  He was 
going real slow and was very gentle.  Actually, he was 
going too slow for me.  It was almost like he was teasing 
me.  

I unzipped his pants and he pulled them down around his 
knees... along with his shorts.  There was enough light for 
me to see his hard cock, and my eyes bugged out.  I 
remember saying, "Oh my God. Its so big."  And it was.  

I touched him, and wrapped my hand around his shaft.  He 
groaned with pleasure. This was the biggest cock I had ever 
seen.  When I asked him later, he told me it was nine-
inches long.  I am small, and I was a bit apprehensive that 
his cock would hurt me.  He told me he would be careful, 
and not to worry.  I must admit I was fascinated by his 
cock.  

He got my skirt and panties off.  I was so wet.  We stayed 
on the couch, and he knelt in front of my as I spread my 
legs for him.  He put the head of his dick between the lips 
of my pussy as he kissed me and touched my nipples.  Slowly 
he slid his cock into my very hot, wet pussy.  Oh, my it 
did feel good.  His cock was thick as well as long, and it 
really filled me up.  

He rocked back and forth, slowly burying it deeper, and my 
pussy seemed to get even wetter as he went in further.  I 
had no trouble taking his cock, but I don't really know if 
he buried it all the way that first time.  I had a fabulous 
orgasm very quickly, and it surprised me that it happened 
that soon.  

Mike had great control, and he just kept slowly sliding his 
hard cock in and out.  He was driving me crazy.  I had 
several great orgasms, and finally I could tell he was 
building toward his climax.  Right then he asked if he 
could come in me, and I said yes, yes, it's OK.  Fill my 
cunt with your come.  He had a crashing orgasm and it 
seemed like I could feel every squirt of his cock.  I don't 
know how long it had been for him, but his come lasted a 
long time.  It was very much a turn-on for me.  

You were so right Joan, when you said a big cock is not 
necessarily better, but it sure was different.  Maybe there 
are guys that are even bigger, but Mike had the biggest 
cock I ever played with or fucked.  The thing that turned 
me on about his cock was watching him walk around naked, 
especially right after we finished fucking and he had his 
come, and it was going soft.  It looked like a sausage 
hanging out of his belly.  

He also had the largest ball sack of all my men.  God, his 
balls really hung down, and everything would swing as he 
walked.  After we finished fucking on the couch we sat and 
talked and held each other.  I was holding his soft cock in 
my hand and it began to stiffen again.  This time he took 
my hand and led me to his bed.  

We began our foreplay and I got my first chance to put his 
cock in my mouth and suck and lick the head.  This was 
different and fun.  Then he fucked me from behind as we lay 
on our sides.  Once again he was slow and gentle, and very 
much a turn-on.  After he came, I was awash in my juices 
and his come.  He got a towel and helped me clean up.  

I must tell you about something that is kinky and really 
turned me on.  This is about as kinky as I get, and have no 
idea why this should be such a turn-on for me.  He said he 
had to pee, and I asked if I could hold his cock while he 
went.  We went into the bathroon and he stood in front of 
the toilet bowl to relieve himself.  I stood next to him 
and held his cock in my hand... and guided it as he pissed.  
I found that so dirty, and such a sexual turn-on.  Why 
would I find that so sexy?  I've never read any stories 
where any other women found that a turn-on.  

Finally, I was able to get dressed and get back to my 
place.  The next day was a work day. I was very nervous 
about what might happen with work and with my relationship 
with Bob, but nobody ever found out.  

Mike was a man of his word and was very discreet.  He kept 
his mouth shut, and we had several more good times 
together.  Years later when I told Bob about my little 
fling, he was not angry or hurt, and found my story a real 
turn-on.  Of course, by now there was no threat to our 
relationship, and he could be secure and enjoy the sexy 
story I had to share.  


One time several of us at the office worked late due to 
some special projects.  When we all left the office, it was 
snowing and my car was parked toward the back of a very 
empty parking lot.  

Mike walked me to my car as it was dark... and it would 
give us a chance to spend some time alone without looking 
suspicious.  As luck would have it, my car wouldn't start 
and the battery was low.  He got his car and brought it to 
the side of mine to hook up with cables to get it started.  

As the engine was running and charging my car, he and I 
started necking in the front seat.  The windows got all 
steamy.  Nobody was around, and I was rubbing his dick 
through his pants.  He had his hands up under my blouse, 
had unhooked my bra, and was rubbing my
breasts and playing with my nipples.  That always makes me 
hot.  

If you want to get me hot, just lick and suck my nipples... 
and I'm fired up!  Pretty soon I had his pants unzipped and 
I pulled his cock out.  He was really hard, and leaking 
pre-cum.  I loved to wrap my lips around his cockhead, and 
lick and suck with my tongue.  

We were all bundled up in winter clothes, and I felt it 
would be difficult to fuck in the car in that parking lot.  
Mike got his hand into my panties, under my skirt, and was 
rubbing my little love button with his finger.  Oh MY!  My 
pussy was swollen and wet and so hungry for something stiff 
and long.  Then he slid his finger up into my cunt and 
began moving his hand to give me a good finge-fucking.  

It didn't take me long to have a shattering orgasm.  I had 
to return the favor.  When I got control of myself I began 
to jack him off.  As I have said before, I love to watch a 
dick squirt it's love juices.  He was getting closer, and I 
did have presence of mind enough to know his load was going 
to make a real mess.  I slipped off my cotton panties, and 
when he started to shoot off, I wrapped his dick with them.  

He really had a gusher, as usual.  That really was a turn-
on for both of us.  He told me he wanted to keep those 
panties with the scent of my pussy mixed with his come.  I 
wonder if he ever washed them, or if he still has them 
today?  After we calmed down, I was able to leave.  When I 
got home I was still very turned-on, and had to bring 
myself  to orgasm again before I could even eat supper.

One of the last times we were able to get together, we 
slipped out of town to a motel for one night.  We knew our 
little fling was going to end as Mike was about done with 
his training program, and would be going back to his home 
town.  And, Bob was soon to be moving back where I was then 
living.  

There was a motel about 40 miles up the road, and we got 
reservations for a Friday night.  I made up some excuse why 
I wouldn't be home that night, and we slipped away.  This
place had an indoor, heated, swimming pool which was very 
unusual 30 years ago.  Very nice place.  

Mike drove, and I was being my usual dick-tease in the car.  
I sat next to him and pulled up my dress and fingered my 
pussy right in front of him.  I had my blouse open and let 
him gaze on my breasts as I cupped and rubbed them.  Then I 
got his cock out, and stroked it and rubbed it lighly as we 
were driving down the highway.  It drove him crazy, and he 
was really primed for when we got to the room.   

We checked in, and went to the room.  We hadn't even had 
supper yet.  In no time he had me stripped naked, and he 
was pulling off his clothes as he was using his hands and 
mouth on me.  I have to say that he had a gorgeous cock, 
all swollen and hard just for me.  We quickly buried it in 
my hot little pussy that was so hungry to be filled.   

He fucked me on the bed, and I could feel his large balls 
hitting my ass as he rode me.  After he had his gushing 
orgasm inside me, we laid there and cuddled and necked.  I 
loved to watch him walk around with his cock hanging down 
right after a good come.  I don't necessarily think "bigger 
is better," but I did find his cock very stimulating.  

It was very sexy to me to see how large his cock and balls 
were and how they looked and hung right after we had sex.  
We fucked again before we went to eat, and them came back 
and went for a swim in the heated pool.  Thank goodness I 
didn't see anyone I knew.  Now that I look back, it was a 
dangerous thing to do, but I guess I wasn't thinking with 
my brain in that case.  We had quite a night of sex, and 
stayed until late morning, before I had to leave and get 
back home.  

Now that I look back on it, I am surprised I didn't 
consciously recognize that situation for what it was.  I 
knew that I loved Bob and wanted to marry him.  I knew that 
I would never love Mike that way.  I also enjoyed sex with 
each guy a lot.  In fact, when Bob would come home from his 
job for a long weekend, I was very hot for him and just 
fucked his brains out every chance I got.  He thought I was 
just horny, knowing that we were soon going to get married.  

When Bob was home, he found one hot bitch that needed to be 
fucked a lot, and that helped take the edge off things for 
me.  I think he was glad to go back on the road at times, 
just so he could get some rest.  

I guess I was just too young and immature to really think 
it through,  but that relationship with Mike was really my 
first experience with recreational sex or "sport fucking," 
as I call it.  About eight years later when I was able to 
tell Bob of my adventure with Mike, Bob really was turned-
on by it... and the story led us to enjoy a lot of really 
hot sex re-living those days.  



Letter #6  -  Bob Has Had His "Sport Fucking" Fun Too

All the stories that I have written to you have been about 
me.  But, I want you to know that Bob had some little 
adventures of his own too.  He has told me about how, in 
his senior year at college, he was fucking a girl who lived 
in the next apartment.  It seems her husband was more into 
drinking than sex.  He, too, felt like I did (regarding 
that experience as "sport fucking"), and was quite turned-
on when he was screwing both of us and having his naughty 
little secret.  

After our threesome adventure with Jim began, I loved Bob 
so much for getting me into this MFM situation, that I 
wanted him to have a similar experience.  He met a woman a 
few years later who really appealed to him, and we did get 
together with her one time.  It didn't turn out to be a 
good experience, however.  

Then I became good friends with a woman here in Florida.  
We are still good friends.  Her husband was an invalid 
after a stroke at age 46, and I did get her into a three-
way with Bob.  We got together three times, but she 
couldn't handle the guilt she felt, which was really too 
bad.  She loved the sex... and she, like me, is not Bi.  

It has been about seven or eight years since that happened.  
I also found out that Bob's stories from long ago turned me 
on, which surprised me as I didn't think it would when we 
first started sharing our adventures from the past.  

If you met us, you would never guess what we have done in 
our marriage.  We are very middle class people, and project 
a very different image of our relationship.  We have always 
been very aware of how judgemental others can be, and we 
did not want our reputations ruined.  

We both think there would be a lot more sexual 
experimentation happening, except for the fear of the 
'judgementalism' of others.  Of course, we also think there 
are a lot of couples who lead secret lives like we do.  A 
lot of couples could never get away with the chances we 
have taken with our relationship.  

I can honestly say that, by sharing our sexuality with each 
other, we are closer as a couple.  I do know, in the 
fullest sense, the difference between sex for love and sex 
for fun.  

Thanks and Love to all,  
Karen



Letter #7  -  Thoughts For Other Woman Who Are Thinking 	
		About Trying MFM Threesome Fun

Hi again Joan -  

As for my thoughts to other women who may be considering 
engaging in a MFM menage, I would say not to do it... if 
you are just doing it to please a husband.  One must be 
sure FIRST that the husband/wife relationship is solid.  

Men often seem to regard woman as their property, and they 
can get insanely jealous.  A woman must only do this if SHE 
wants to.  Also, the situation must be right for everyone 
so that everybody can feel comfortable.  

I could never go to a bar and pick up a stranger and fuck 
him that night.  I say that, not in a judgmental way, but 
just that it would make me very uncomfortable.  Others are 
not comfortable with anyone but a stranger.  

Inviting another man into a marriage bed can be a very 
dangerous situation for sure.  In our situation, it has 
made us closer, and it has enhanced our relationship both 
sexually and emotionally.  Bob says it turns him on to see 
me so turned-on... and enjoying myself so much.  I can be 
such a total whore... and he loves it.  So do I!  

Bob and I went together for five years before we got 
married.  It was a strained relationship at times during 
those five years.  Bob was away at college and we both got 
lonesome at times.  Young couples always have their share 
of fights and falling out... and we did too.

Actually it would have been better if we hadn't started our 
relationship until a few years later.  We both would have 
had more time to grow and mature... and to date others.  
But none of us get to pick the time we meet the person we 
truly love.  

After we got married, Bob would get turned-on when I told 
him a dirty story from my past.  He told me his favorite 
fantasy to be in a three-way with me and another guy.  As 
we talked about it over the years, the idea of fulfilling 
his fantasy slowly grew on me.  I knew that it had to 
involve a guy I found attractive, knew well and turned me 
on.  That situation really didn't present itself until Jim 
came along.  

Sometimes I meet a guy who just has that certain look that 
turns me on. I'm sure everybody has that happen.  Well, 
that's the guy I want to get to know as a possible 
"candidate."  When I was single it was a lot less 
complicated.  I'll close this for now and make this a 
separate message.  

Sincerely,

Karen


Letter #8  - Karen's Second Threesome with Hubby and Jim 

Hi Joan,  This is the continuing story of my threesome with 
Bob (my husband) and our friend Jim.  As I told you, this 
relationship went on for quite a long time.  After our 
first experience, I was SO READY to do it again.  

It was several months before we could all get together.  
Jim and Bob talked by phone, and a few times Jim called the 
house just to visit.  We all agreed we had had a great 
time, and we were looking forward to getting together 
again.  

One morning about a week before Jim was due in town, the 
phone rang.  The kids had gone to school, and Bob was at 
work.  Jim was calling just to tell me how he was really 
looking forward to seeing me again.  He told me he had just 
gotten out of the shower where he had been fantasizing 
about fucking me... and that he had gotten a hard-on.  

He said he gotten so turned on he wanted to call me right 
away.  I asked where he was, and he said he was on his 
bed... nude... stoking his hard cock.  I told him to hold 
on a
minute while I changed phones.  I went in the bedroom and 
stripped off my clothes and laid on the bed to talk to him.  

The mental picture of him naked and rubbing his dick really 
turned me on.  He asked what I had done, and I told him I 
went into the bedroom, got naked and  was on the bed, 
rubbing my hot, wet pussy and my clit.  He told me how I 
had turned him on from the first day we met... and that he 
never dreamed he would be lucky enough to fuck me.   

He told me he had been alone on the road and would 
fantasize about our 3-way, and would get so hot he had to 
jack off so he could fall asleep.  He was really turned 
on... and so was I.  He talked about how he loved my hot 
pussy and loved licking my breasts and
nipples.  I told him I loved his hard cock inside me... and 
how hot it made Bob to watch me fuck him.  

I told him how when we next got together I would suck his 
cock and rub is balls and bury that hard cock in my pussy 
and give him some great climaxes!  Very soon I could hear 
him come loudly.  It was such a turn on.  I had not had 
phone sex in a long time, and only with Bob. After we hung 
up I continued laying on the bed and masturbated several 
times,
thinking about what was to come very soon.

On the day that Jim was in town, I was really hot all day.  
Bob came home early and took a shower.  We met Jim for 
dinner at a nice restaurant.  Both guys were dressed in 
suit and tie, and were so sexy.  My pussy was swollen and 
wet in anticipation of what was to come.  

We had created a very open and honest relationship... and 
we were all turned on.  After dinner, we went right to 
Jim's hotel room.  I remember being sandwiched between the 
two guys as soon as the door closed.  Bob was on his knees, 
pulling my panties off... and was eating my pussy while Jim 
stood behind me kissing my neck and caressing my breasts. I 
reached behind me and rubbed Jim's cock through his pants.  
He was already hard.  

Jim had gotten a king-size bed, and we were all quickly on 
it... naked.  Jim was licking my clit and finger-fucking me 
while Bob was kissing me and sucking my nipples.  I had a 
shuddering orgasm.  We stayed there for five hours.  It was 
a blur of time with all the sucking, fucking and playing.  

Much of the time my hands were wrapped around two cocks... 
or I was sucking them.  All that skin touching skin on each 
side of my body.  Wow!  Both tits being rubbed and my 
nipples being sucked. Nummy!  Kissing one guy while the 
other rubbed me, ate me, fucked me.  All kinds of 
positions.  I needed to take breaks just to catch my 
breath.  

I don't know how many times I came, but it was quite a few 
and it was wonderful!  I had no idea I could come that much 
until that night.  Both guys were more relaxed this time 
and got hard easier and kept their hard-ons better.  I was 
so busy and just overwhelmed with sexual sensation.  

I recall one time that Bob was fucking me while I was on my 
back and hanging my head over the edge of the bed.  I was 
simultaneously sucking Jim's cock back to life.  For me, it 
was great not having the guys wear rubbers.  My pussy was 
dripping with all of my juices and their cum.  I love the 
feeling of a guy cuming inside me.  Both Jim and Bob each 
fucked me three times that night, so you know I had a 
generous dose of hard dick and come.  

When we left Jim's room to go home, I kept my blouse open 
and played with  my tits... and I had Bob's cock out.  I 
sucked his cock back to life as he drove home.  When we got 
home, he fucked me three more times during the night, and 
then came out of the shower in the morning with another 
hard-on.  I gave him a blow job before he went to work.  

I think it's so great that this threesome fun turns him on 
so much... because I sure love having two guys fucking me 
and I do feel so thoroughly fucked and satisfied when we do 
it.  Then Bob and I fuck like crazy as we talk about what 
we have done.  That lasts for weeks.  

Well that's my story for this time.  Still lots more to 
come.  I have so many great memories of our get togethers, 
but some were very special and extra memorable.  I'll 
continue to send you more.  

I am going to tell you a story soon about a short fling I 
had with a guy with a big
dick.  Usually when I read a story about guys with 8 to 12 
inch cocks, I figure it's a fantasy... written by a guy.  I 
haven't had a lot of men (only six) and I know most guys 
cocks are about 6 to 7 inches.  Even my "biggie" was about 
9 inches.  It was fun, but I'm not sure bigger would be any 
better. At some point, like tits and money, what more can 
you do with it?  

Love, Karen


Letter #9  -  Karen's Husband Sends His Thoughts

Hi Joan,  
I am enjoying reading what you and Karen have put together 
about your and our threesome experiences.  I will try to 
add some comments of my own.  I really love this woman.  
She has been so wonderful.  

Karen is a very sexy and sexual woman.  I knew this from 
the start, when she loved to park and neck.  She would keep 
going for a long time.  She was a girl I could take to a 
drive-in movie... and never see a bit of the movie.  

I had a lot of fantasies as a young man.  They covered most 
bases, except for anything hurtful or painful.  It really 
excites me to see Karen get sexually excited.  Her eyes 
change, and her voice changes, when she gets hot.  She is 
totally into the pleasure she gives and receives.  

Actually, she scared me sometimes.  I wondered if I would 
be able to hang on to her over the years.  Men find her 
very attractive.  Sometimes she seems to me to just ooze 
sex.  She also is very much a lady.  She dresses well, 
takes pride in her appearance, and keeps herself in shape.   

We have always allowed each other to share our sexuality 
deeply.  She was... and still can be... very much of a 
tease, which I really love.  She knows just how far to take 
it.  But when she was younger, she really didn't seem to 
know when to stop.  I'm sure a lot of guys went home with 
aching nuts after a date with her.  I know I did before we 
started giving each other some relief.  She's lucky she 
didn't get raped in her younger years.  

By fulfilling the fantasy of a threesome, I guess I felt 
like that would fulfill her sexually... and keep her with 
me.  I have found the situation so sexually stimulating, 
even beyond what I imagined.  

I loved hearing her stories from the past, and they really 
turned me on. That fueled my extra-guy fantasy even more.  
Our friendship with Jim was a perfect situation, and I did 
not feel threatened by it.  I also knew that some jealousy 
was a real turn-on.  It worked on her too.  

One time while we were dating, she was being real bitchy, 
and I made a date with a girl named Joan (her real name) 
who was in school with us.  Joan had the sweetest set of 
knockers.  Every guy just drooled when she came around.  
Joan liked to wear sweaters... especially cashmere... and I 
can't even describe how she looked.  She was a knock-out!  
She also had a very sexy face with dark eyes and dark hair.  
She was very pretty, but she had a slutty look too. 

Anyway, I got a date with her, and believe me that snapped 
Karen out of her bitchy mood in a big hurry.  She got me to 
cancel the date, and took me out that night, and fucked my 
brains silly.  Later she told me how she was very jealous, 
and it had made her very horny.  She said she knew I was 
dying to get to squeeze Joan's tits... and she was sure 
right about that.  

I have no particular idea why an MFM threesome became my 
favorite fantasy, just a lot of factors.  We have been 
together in an FMF threesome, but it wasn't a turn-on for 
me.  Karen is not at all Bi, so the extra girl really 
didn't do much for her either.  

Interesting thing is she really likes to go to nice topless 
bars and nude clubs.  Watching the girls dance for the men 
can light her fire.  One time we were in a bar in Houston 
where we watched a sexy girl dance for a good looking guy 
who was all dressed up.  

We were sitting close enough to see that he got a hard-on, 
and it turned Karen on.  There was a dancer named Joey at 
one time that turned Karen on a lot.  Joey looked like 
Marilyn Monroe with heavy-lidded eyes and very perky tits.  
She was very sexy, and Karen would have her dance for me.  

We almost, but not quite, got her to go with us one night.  
I would have loved to fuck her with Karen.  We went in to 
Joey's bar one night with Jim.  She danced for me and sat 
and had a drink with us.  I told her the three of us were 
going back to the hotel, and Karen was going to get fucked 
by both of us.  It really turned Joey on and she danced for 
me twice more and really did me good.  That fired-up Karen 
real good.  

Well, hope this bit of background from my perspective 
helps.  

Karen's Husband - Bob


Letter #10  -  Karen's Thoughts About Anal Sex, and Women's 
			Lost Ability to be Sensual  

Hi Joan,  

I also have trouble relating to women who seem to enjoy 
anal sex.  I have to tell you that I don't do anal sex.  
Until I read your story, I never thought about using anal 
plugs to train myself to accept increasingly larger 
objects.  

Years ago, when we were first married, one very hot night, 
Bob and I were in the middle of some hot sex and I said, 
"Stick your cock up my ass."  We greased up his cock real 
good and smeared me with KY Jelly and tried it.  Well, he 
got in just a little... and it hurt me so bad that it 
ruined the entire evening.  It felt like somebody stuck a 
hot poker up me.  

He lost his hard-on when he thought he had hurt me. It 
spoiled the whole evening.  We never tried that again and I 
really don't think I've missed much.  Fortunately,  Bob and 
I both feel the same, and anal sex is not something he has 
wanted.  I guess we are pretty square.  I do love sucking 
his cock and have let him come in my mouth sometimes.

Again it's not something Bob was ever hung up on.  He likes 
me to suck him and let him come and let it fly while I jack 
him off with my hand.  I like that too, and it turns me on 
to watch his cock pump his come into the air.  Anyway, what 
I'm trying to say is that sometimes it's hard for me to 
identify with some of the things other women do.  

Meanwhile, I promise to get to work on continuing my story 
with Jim.  Jim, Bob and I went on for quite a few years... 
and my writing is going back over the last 15-plus years.  

Joan, mine is a very long story.  I am looking forward to 
the feedback we are going to get.  As I told you before, we 
are both interested in the "psychology" of sex, and why 
people do things the way they do... and what turns them on.  
I read somewhere that the largest sexual organ is the 
brain.  I really think that's true.  I learned a long time 
ago that flirting and build-up and teasing can really 
intensify sexual response and pleasure.  

All men seem to be voyeurs, and that explains why they get 
turned-on by everything from large breasts in a sweater, to 
watching dirty movies.  Know what I love to do?  I like to 
wear my wonder bra with a low-cut blouse or sweater, and 
have a man try to look me in the eye when I'm talking to 
him.  Most of them just can't do it... and I almost have to 
laugh.  

I really wonder what is happening in our society.  Women 
don't really seem to understand anymore the importance of 
being sensual.  I think maybe we lost some very important 
things along the way during the so-called "Sexual 
Revolution."
   
Love to all,
Karen



Letter #11  -  Some Back Seat Threesome Fun
98-11-13 

Dear Joan,  

Here I am again.  I would like to continue my story of our 
relationship with Jim.  

Each time that my husband, Jim and I got together, I tried 
to make it a unique experience.  This was new for all of 
us, and I understood this situation was just for fun.  I 
think we all tried to make our "adventure" as much fun as 
we could.  Who could know how long this would go on; and it 
was difficult to get together very often, with us living so 
far apart and having conflicting work schedules, etc.

One time Jim came to visit us.  I had this fantasy of 
parking and pretending like we were all in high school 
again.  I told the guys ahead of time to wear casual slacks 
and shirts... that I had planned a special treat for the 
evening.  

After we all went out for dinner and a few drinks,  I told 
Bob to drive out to a place we knew which was out in the 
country... where some friends owned land near a lake.  It 
was very private, and I knew we could park there and not be 
disturbed or interrupted.  By the time we left town, it was 
already getting dark.  I wore a blouse that buttoned down 
the front, a strapless bra and a skirt.  I even had on some 
old saddle shoes and white socks... like in high school.  

On the way out to park, I was really teasing both guys and 
even necked with Jim a little while I rubbed Bob's dick 
through his pants.  Even before my husband got the car 
stopped, Jim and I had piled into the back seat, and had 
started necking.  Bob joined us, and things got hot and 
heavy in a hurry.  

I was necking up a storm with one guy on each side of me, 
but at first I wouldn't let it go any further. I was being 
a real tease.  Eventually I felt Jim's hard-on through his 
pants, and acted like I was so surprised... and asked him 
if he had a "boner"?  I started rubbing it and let the guys 
unbutton my blouse after they had been caressing my tits 
for awhile.  

One of the guys unhooked my bra, and there I sat between 
them... with my bare tits hanging out of my blouse, having 
both nipples sucked and licked.  I unzipped Jim's pants and 
got my hand into his shorts.  He tried to help me, but I 
wouldn't let him.  I told him I wanted to play with his 
bare cock, and didn't want any help.  

When I got hold of his cock, I pulled it out from the front 
of his pants, and stroked it.  Soon I unzipped my husband's 
slacks and had his cock out too.  I was loving this... 
being so totally in control.  Their cocks were leaking pre-
cum like crazy, and my pussy was so wet and swollen... but 
I wasn't letting anybody up my skirt yet.  I was still just 
being a big tease.  

Eventually,  after necking and rolling around with each 
guy,  I unbuckled their pants and had them pull their pants 
down below their knees.  They had their shirts unbuttoned, 
and I was sucking their nipples and letting them suck mine. 
They both love it when I talk dirty, so as I got their 
pants off, I told them how I wanted to play with their 
balls and have full access to their cocks to see how 
excited they were.  

They each kept trying to get their hands up my dress to my 
wet pussy... and finally I let them.  Jim was finger-
fucking me good while Bob sucked my tits.  That  gave me a 
huge orgasm.  When I recovered, I got my mouth on Jim's 
cock and licked and sucked it while Bob gave me another 
orgasm with his fingers from behind.  

Then I took off my soaked panties and told Jim I wanted to 
sit on his cock.  I straddled him there in the back seat, 
and let my husband play with my tits while I moved up and 
down on Jim's hard cock.  Bob sat right next to us while I 
was riding Jim's firm dick. I know he was enjoying watching 
me ride Jim's cock.  He was stroking his cock as he watched 
us fuck.  

Jim came very quickly, so I just switched over to my 
husband's cock... and rode him until he came off.  Glad I 
had a box of Kleenex, because I had one dripping wet pussy 
to mop up.  We all took a break to catch our breath.  

Almost two hours had gone by, and our baby-sitter could not 
stay late as it was a school night.  We decided to go home, 
but I wasn't done yet.  Bob got up front to drive while Jim 
and I stayed in the back seat.  Jim's pants were still off, 
and we got really hot playing and necking while Bob drove 
home.  

I climbed back on Jim's lap, my legs on either side of him, 
with his cock buried in me.  I found it a real turn-on, to 
feel the car bouncing down the road while I was riding 
Jim's cock for all I was worth... and having my blouse open 
and my tits bouncing as I rode astride his stiff cock.  We 
both had great climaxes before we got back to the house.  
The car smelled like pussy and come and sweat.  Thank 
goodness the sitter had her own car.  

After Jim left, Bob and I stripped and got into the shower.  
Bob had a hard-on before he got naked.  It popped right out 
of his pants as he got ready to join me in the shower.  
Once again, it was obvious he had gotten damn horny from 
our threeway fun.  I gave him a blow job in the shower, and 
he was hard again by the time we got dried and into bed.  

His performance has always been really something.  We 
fucked several times that night, and once again in the 
morning before he went to work.  I think our threeway fun 
is almost as much fun for him as it is for me.  Well, 
that's it for now.     

Karen


Letter #12  -   Three-way Fun At 'The Frog Pond'
11-18-98

Hi Joan, And Bob and Tim.  

I love the stories from Annette (J3-107).  She doesn't tell 
us how old she is, but would guess late 20's, early 30's.  
Lots of years to have fun.  Her stories trigger memories 
for me.  And I understand her getting turned-on by writing 
about her true threesome experiences, etc.... as I do too.  
I need to tell you about our 'Hot Tub Experience,' which 
one of Annette's stories reminded me of.  

There was a big convention scheduled for Dallas in January 
and was about 4 or 5 days long.  Bob (my husband) wanted to 
take me.  Jim (our threesome friend) was supposed to be 
there too.  We figured on a good time in Dallas, even if it 
was a working trip for the guys.    

There is a street in Dallas called Lovers Lane and, at that 
time, there was a hot tub place called the Frog Pond.  At 
the Frog Pond you could rent a room with a hot tub, sauna, 
bathroom and bed.  We decided that all threeof us would go 
and get a tub room for a few hours.  

I was a little nervous going in with two guys, but the 
clerk semed unphased by it.  Bob had gotten a bottle of 
champagne, and they iced it down for us in a disposable 
bucket... and gave us some plastic glasses.  It was really 
cold out that night.  It can get plenty cold in Dallas in 
the winter.  

We got into the room, and everyone was feeling pretty 
playful and giddy.  Our plans were to play around in the 
hot tub room, get all turned-on, and then go back to the 
hotel for the night.  We were all staying at the same hotel 
downtown.  When we got into the room, we all stripped our 
clothes off, and got into the tub.  It was really hot and 
took some getting used to.  

Bob popped the cork off the champagne, and poured us all a 
glass.  I'm not much of a drinker.  I never need to get 
high to get into sex... as I enjoy it so much.  I don't 
want to feel numb, and I want to remember what happened.  
There was some necking and playing going on... and we all 
were having a great time.  The guys decided to go into the 
sauna.  It really was sexy to see these two guys getting 
out of the tub and walking to the sauna with their dicks 
sticking straight out.  I was great knowing that both those 
hard cocks were for me!  

We were all getting really horny, and I was not too sure 
how much longer I wanted to stay there, as I was really 
ready to feel both of those cocks in my wet pussy.  The 
guys didn't stay in the sauna long.  They had gotten back 
into the tub, one sitting on each side of me, and drinking 
their champagne. We were really getting into it.  I had a 
dick in each hand and they were kissing me and sucking and 
licking my nipples which were just above the water.   

We were all ready to fuck, but the bed was really small, 
and there wasn't much of anywhere else to go.  I was not 
about to do it on the hard floor.  I thought maybe I could 
handle each guy doggie-style if I leaned over the bed.  So 
Jim and I got out and he started fucking me from behind.  
It was just delicious.  

Bob came and stood next to me and stroked his cock and 
rubbed my tits while Jim was sliding his cock in and out of 
my hot cunt.  I came off several times before Jim shot his 
load deep inside my pussy.  Then Bob slipped his cock in me 
and fucked me to several more great comes before unloading 
in me.  

I could look between my legs and see their cocks buried in 
my pussy, and watch their balls swing as they pumped me.  
That was a real turn-on for me.  I'm getting wet and 
swollen remembering that part.  

Anyway, now that the edge was off for awhile, the guys 
finished off their bottle as we relaxed in the hot tub.  
Both guys said they were getting more and more sleepy.  
Their dicks did not come back to life as would normally 
happen, and the longer we sat there and the champagne took 
its effect,  I thought they would fall asleep in the hot 
tub.  I talked them into getting dressed and getting out in 
the fresh, cold, air hoping that would revive them.  

We got dressed and went to the car.  I told Bob that he 
should let me drive as I only had one glass of champagne.  
Both Jim and Bob fell sound asleep as I drove back to the 
hotel.  Jim went right to his room and Bob and I went to 
ours.  Bob was zonked out as soon as he hit the pillow.  I 
was pretty tired and I got a real laugh out of it.  The 
heat, hot tub, one good come and the drinks really relaxed 
both Jim and Bob.  That night did not turn out like we all 
planned.  

We did make up for it two nights later when we were all 
able to get together/  This time we did not go to the Frog 
Pond.  We stayed in the room... and no drinking this night.  
We all laughed about it later.  

There also was a night for us like Annette described (story 
#J3-107) where Bob wanted to watch me give Jim a blow job.  
Something about that really turned him on.  We were in 
Houston and were again staying at Jim's house.  We went out 
to eat, and then we went to a place called Sugars.  

There was a real sexy girl working there named Joey, who we 
knew from other visits.  She was there that night and 
danced for both Bob and Jim.  She even turned me on, and 
I'm not Bi.  She had the sexiest eyes... as well as a great 
body.  

Then we went back to Jim's.  We were all so hot we didn't 
even make it past the couch.  We wound up there in the 
living room with me in the middle.  Before long, we were 
all naked and rolling around.  This time Bob fucked me 
first, as he got on the rug in front of me, and I spread my 
legs, and wrapped them around him.  

My husband slid his cock into me, and rocked back and 
forth... nice and slow while Jim was kissing me and sucking 
my nipples.   I love the multiple orgasms I have when 
fucking in a threesome.  After Bob unloaded in me, I told 
Jim I wanted to suck him off.  I thought he was going to 
come right them.  

I got on the floor between Jim's legs.  Bob was right next 
to me, watching.  I really gave Jim's cock and balls a work 
out... holding his shaft in my hand and sucking the head 
and licking his balls.  He was going absolutly crazy... you 
know how much I was enjoying this.  What a power trip for 
me.  I could see Bob was sitting there stroking his cock 
and getting hard again as he watched.  

Jim's cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy, and I used my 
mouth on his cockhead to taste it and lick it off.  Jim had 
pretty good control, but the intense feeling he got from my 
hand stroking his shaft and my mouth sucking and licking 
that purple head took its toll.  Pretty soon he was 
shooting his load and I kept stroking him and letting it 
shoot in the air.  I enjoyed the feel of his hot come 
washing over my hand.  

Bob was still stroking his cock, and came off too... from 
watching what I had done to Jim's cock.  Bob said it was so 
sexy watching this, that he just couldn't keep from coming.  
That was a very sexy night for me, and I was turned-on for 
weeks after that as Bob and I discussed it later.   

Like Annette, I love playing with a cock and rubbing a 
guy's balls, and watching how a guy just gets so lost in 
the pleasure.  That is such a turn-on for me.  I think 
Annette is the first woman, other than me, who has written 
about enjoying the feeling of power such hand-jobs give us.   

Love, Karen



Letter #13  -  Our Weekend With Jim at the Astrodome Hotel



Good morning Joan,  

I have to tell you, I am enjoying writing about the 
episodes of our relationship with Jim.  It has made both 
Bob and me horny as we think back, and rehash those times.  
It was something how incredibly turned-on it made us to do 
the things we did.  

I told you in the beginning that the things we did, and the 
chances we took, might destroy many other marraiges.  It 
made ours stronger.  Proving that what works for one, may 
not work for another.  As good as sex was for us right from 
the start, it got better and better as the years went by 
and we did our experimentation.  

I think that's rare in conventional married relationships.  
I can tell you that Bob and I have been having sex for 30-
plus years, we still have good sex.  It is usually once or 
twice a week, mostly on the week-end.  

I'm always amazed when I read the columns in the newspaper 
(like Ann Landers), when people say they are done with sex 
in their mid-40's.  I guess we truely are in love, because 
if this were just lust, it wouldn't last this long.  

I really have enjoyed my E-Mail conversations with you, 
Joan.   I appreciate your comments.  I have thought for a 
long time that nobody would really be interested in hearing 
about my experiences, especially since I am not that great 
a writer.  

I feel frustrated that I can't really capture the emotion 
and the sexual tension that I felt during this time.  The 
"sport fucking threesomes" that Bob and I have shared have 
really made me love him even more deeply, and intensely 
that I had before... because it was he who encouraged me to 
experience this expanded sexuality.  

Believe me, if you met us socially and got to know us, you 
would never guess what we have done.  You would probably 
think of us as the squarest, middle-class, straight, fuddy-
duddy people you ever met.  I do still enjoy dressing sexy.  
I like low cut dresses, and blouses and bras that lift and 
show my breasts.  And Bob gets a kick out of watching men 
watch me.  He is so secure in his masculinity.

We both came from strongly religious backgrounds.  Maybe it 
was all that repression that has finally come out.  We just 
feel that our personal life is our own business.  We have 
reconciled our religious beliefs by concluding that, so 
long as everything we do is consensual, not hurtful, and 
both agreed to it... then it is permissable within the 
bounds of our marriage relationship.    

Half way through my writing of the following story, Bob 
read what I had written.  It got Bob so horny,  he insisted 
on fucking me right then!  I was quite ready!  Even though 
this happened about a dozen years ago, writing about it 
really turned us both on.  Hope it does the same for you. 

Love to all(or should I say) 'Fucks to all,'
Karen


Our Shared Weekend...  

This is the first time I have written this story to anyone.  
I never shared it before, because I never thought anyone 
would ever believe it.  Then, as I thought about it, I 
decided that it really doesn't make any difference if 
anyone believes it... because it happened to me and it is 
presented here as I remember it.  

What I am about to tell about happened about 12 years 
ago... about the fifth or sixth time Bob and I were able to 
get together with Jim, It happened about one year after we 
had our first threesome with him.  It would be the fist 
time we would be able to spend the entire night together, 
as none of us had to be home or off to work the next 
morning. 

By now, both guys had lost any inhibitions about being 
naked in front of each other, or watching the other fucking 
me.  Through a business contact, Bob had gotten tickets to 
an Oilers football game in Houston, plus reservations at a 
really nice hotel right next to the stadium.  

We acquired the tickets and hotel reservations about six 
weeks before the game, so there was plenty of time to 
anticipate and plan.  I think one of the things that made 
our situation with Jim such a turn-on for me was the time 
lapse between each get together.  Sometimes we could meet 
three or four months in a row; but, more often it turned 
out that something interfered, so we would go two to four 
months without getting together with Jim.

Bob had called Jim to let him know our plans.  He was 
scheduled to be home in Houston that week-end, so we all 
began to make our big plans for that weekend.  I was very 
much excited about the fact that I would be spending all 
night with both of 'my' men.   

I had begun to realize that the two men shared certain 
traits, sexually.  Both were stimulated by the visual, both 
were voyeuristic, both like to be teased and liked foreplay 
and lots of body contact and bare skin.  I began to 
formulate plans to make this a special weekend for us all, 
by doing my best to keep the guys stimulated.  

I went out and bought a special, sexy, filmy short nightie 
and panties, robe, and a bra called "oyster-on-the half-
shell."  I still have it.  It has half-cups, and sets my 
breasts up so the nipples are exposed above the cup.  I 
also bought some thigh-top hose and high-heel slippers.  
All in red.  I also got some plastic champagne glasses. 

Then Jim called about two weeks before the trip to talk, 
and have some phone sex, which always got me going.  It is 
such a turn-on to me to know there is a man alone somewhere 
with a hard-on, thinking about screwing me, and having to 
jack-off.  I wonder if the girls that pose in magazines 
like Playboy think about all the guys who will look at 
their pictures and get hard-ons and have to jack-off, or 
will use that to get turned-on and go fuck their wives or 
girlfriends?  That's a power trip.  

While I talked to Jim, he had told me how he was laying on 
the bad naked, stroking his hard cock and wanted to come.  
I asked him his favorite fantasy about me, and he said he 
thought about how he wanted to fuck me all alone, but he 
knew it couldn't happen and he wouldn't want to hurt Bob.  
He just wanted to have me all to himself and not have to 
share my time with anyone else while we were fucking.  Just 
one time.  

That turned me on and got me to thinking.   I fed his 
fantasy by making him tell me what he would do to me, and I 
heard him moan as he came off.  I was imagining him laying 
there naked, stroking his cock and shooting his come.  That 
gave me more thoughts to formulate and plan.  Then I went 
shopping again.  More on this later.   

As the weekend got closer, I found my excitement growing.  
I was all jittery on the inside when we drove over to 
Houston that Saturday morning.  I really had some plans.  
As you will read as the story unfolds... it was the 
wildest, nastiest, night of dirty, hot sex.  It was the 
hottest, most sensual, sexiest night of my life.  Nothing 
else came close, and probably never will again.  You are 
only once in your mid-30's, with all the sexual energy and 
drive that age can provide.  

We got to the hotel early enough for Bob and me to take a 
nap, shower and dress.  Jim came over and we went to 
dinner.  I wore a sexy, short dress that was low cut.  When 
we returned from dinner,  I had already explained to the 
guys that I had made some special plans, and needed some 
time alone in the room to prepare.  I asked them to give me 
30 minutes, and then to come on up to the room.  

They went to the bar for an after dinner drink. I went up 
and put on my red outfit and robe.  The room was actually a 
small suite with a sitting room with a couch, easy chair, 
table with four chairs, TV and lamps.  Then there was a 
small hall past the bathroom that led to the bedroom that 
was equipped with a king-size bed.  There was no balcony, 
but a large window looked right out at the Astrodome... a 
beautiful sight at night from our sixth floor suite.  

I also found a radio station that played real funky blues 
music 24-hours, and I put that on real low next to the bed.  
I turned off all the lights and lit candles in both rooms.  
I was ready and waiting when I heard the soft knock on the 
door.  I answered the door, and both guys came in.  I 
directed them to sit down... Jim on the couch and Bob in 
the chair facing Jim.  

Bob opened the champagne, and we sipped our drinks and 
talked a bit about how we had all been thinking about this 
night... about being together all night... and looking 
forward to it.  In a few minutes, stood up and slowly 
slipped my robe off so the guys could feast their eyes on 
the treat to come.  

Then I explained that I wanted to undress them, and that 
they should not touch me until I said they could.  They 
both agreed to my little game.  I began with Jim by sitting 
on the couch next to him and kissing him and unbuttoning 
his shirt and rubbing his chest and nipples.  I put my hand 
on his pants and felt his swelling cock... and gave it a 
little squeeze.  Then I moved to Bob.  

I stood in front of my husband and leaned over to kiss him 
hard... and to let his lips touch my nipples through my 
nightie.  I also rubbed his pants, to feel his growing 
reaction. Then back to Jim, where I necked with him and 
removed his shirt and licked and sucked his nipples... and 
rubbed his cock some more.  By now Jim was fully erect.  I 
talked a little to each guy, asking if they could see my 
nipples through the nightie, and how did they like the 
outfit?  

They were both hot, and getting hotter... and I was loving 
being the tease.  When I was across from them, I hoped they 
would watch each move I made with the other... in the hopes 
it would feed their sexual tension even more.  How could 
they help but watch!  I went to Jim and unbuckled his 
pants, and got in front of him and pulled them down.  I 
even took off each guy's shoes and socks.  I went back and 
forth like this, slowly, until I had them both stripped 
naked.  

Then I sat next to Jim and told him he could touch whatever 
he wanted, but that he could not take anything off me.  Oh, 
he was really breathing hard... and his cock was stiff and 
ready.  I stroked it lightly and felt the pre-cum already 
leaking from the head as he rubbed my tits and licked my 
nipple through the material of my gown.  He got one hand 
between my legs and up to my pussy.  

After Bob got his turn, I told them both to stand up and 
come help me get naked.  They stood up and came right to 
me, one in front and one in back.  Jim pulled the nightie 
over my head and unsnapped my bra.  My husband pulled my 
panties down, and buried his tongue in my swollen cunt as 
Jim kissed me from behind while holding my tits and 
caressing them.  

I slowly pulled away and led them to the bedroom.  Jim was 
so ready to fuck.  I had to slow him down.  As he laid on 
his back on the bed, I sucked his cock and used my hands on 
his nipples.  My husband was caressing me, rubbing me all 
over, and finger-fucking me.  My pussy was swollen and 
leaking.  I felt like I was such a whore.  I had no 
inhibitions with my two guys.  

Then Bob laid on his back and I began sucking his cock and 
working on his balls with my hands.  Jim was touching me 
all over.  I reached my hand down to my swollen cunt and 
fingered my clit a bit.  My God, I couldn't believe how 
swollen my pussy lips were.  I took Bob's hand and placed 
it on my pussy so he would know how it felt.  He says it 
was one of the sexiest things I ever did.  I tell you, the 
lips of my cunt were swollen so that it felt like they were 
in a perfect circle.  Bob says I opened like the bloom of a 
flower.  

Rather suddenly, Jim was kneeling on the bed behind me, and 
he slipped his cock into me and strated fucking me doggie-
style.  As I have told you, his cock is just a little 
shorter than Bob's, but thicker.  Almost immediately, I 
started to come.  This was the start of a night of 
unbelieveable comes... and more than I could count.  

Why it would be that on this night, I could orgasm so 
easily and so much, I do not know.  It felt like I climbed 
the mountain and hit the peak.  But, instead of coming down 
and then going back up again, I just kept skipping to the 
next peak.  I had to stop sucking Bob's cock for fear of 
biting him.  I can recall saying out loud, "Oh god, I'm 
coming.  Oh, again. Oh, fuck. Yes. Again!"  As I said that, 
Jim fucked me harder.  

My arms were wrapped around Bob's hips, his cock was right 
in my face, and I was whimpering in sexual pleasure.  Bob 
told me later he never saw anything like that before.  I 
had come seven times before Jim came in me with his orgasm.  

As soon as Jim came, Bob turned me around and continued 
fucking me doggie-style.  He brought me off several more 
times to shattering climaxes before he unloaded his balls 
in my sloppy, wet pussy.  We all collapsed from the 
intensity of the sex we just shared.  

There I lay, freshly fucked and totally naked between my 
two lovers.  Damn I was so hot.  While I loved Bob and I 
cared deeply for Jim, there was no doubt that what we had 
just shared was just great, fun 'fucking.'  This was pure 
lust and great, dirty sex.  We rested for a short while, 
caught our breaths, and cooled down.  We were all hot and 
sweaty, and needed a break.  

Then it was time for the next part of my plan.  I excused 
myself and left the guys on the bed while I went to the 
bathroom.  I took my time.  I showered and really freshend 
up.  Then I put on my second outfit of the night.  A black, 
short slip, black bra and panties and my high-heel 
slippers.  Fresh perfume and checked my hair.  I cleaned 
everything, if you understand what I mean.  Then I went out 
to the guys.  

They had gone to the sitting room to drink some more 
champagne, and were still naked.  They were surprised to 
see me in my black slip. I told them it was time for some 
more adventure, and I wanted them to each shower and 
freshen up... Bob first.  

They agreed and I poured myself a little champagne while 
Bob went to shower.  I sat next to Jim on the couch and 
began to explain what I had in mind.  I asked him if he 
could handle it.  He said yes, if Bob was OK with it, he 
would love it.  

When Bob came out, Jim went to shower.  I poured us each 
some fresh drink and sat next to my husband.  I reminded 
him that I had shared my entire sexual past with him.  
About jacking-off Lyle, and my fling with my co-worker, 
Mike.  I reminded him how he had always said he wished he 
could have been a fly on the wall and watched it all.... 
how it would really have turned him on.  

He said yes, that's right.  Well, I told him, the last time 
Jim called me for phone sex, he told me his favorite sexual 
fantasy was to fuck me all alone, no interuptions, without 
me having to divide my attention between two guys.  So... I 
told him... my plan was to fuck Jim, all alone... without 
Bob being involved.  I told him that when Jim came out of 
the bathroom, I was going to take him back to the bedroom 
and let him fuck me.  

I kissed my husband deeply, and told him he could sit in 
the bedroom chair and watch, or he could stay in the front 
room.  What ever he wanted to do.  I even told him that if 
he wanted, he could leave and come back in awhile.  But, I 
wanted to have Jim all to myself just once.  

I looked my husband in the eye and asked him to promise 
that if he stayed and watched, he wouldn't interrupt or try 
to join in.  Bob was already starting to get excited, just 
as I thought he would.  He wanted to know if he could stay 
there naked, and jack-off if he got too excited.  I told 
him that was fine, but he couldn't join in or come near the 
bed until Jim and I were done fucking... and he should 
understand that might take awhile.  

I told him I had already discussed this with Jim and he was 
OK with it, as long as Bob could handle it.  Bob gave me an 
enthusiastic "Yes," and I knew he was really turned-on by 
the idea.  

The timing was good because just then Jim came out of the 
bathroom.  I got up, went over and kissed him hard.  I told 
him my plan was OK with Bob, and that I was ready.  He was 
naked as was Bob, so Jim and I went back to the bed, and 
Jim laid down.  There was a full moon streaming its light 
through the window, and the blues music was playing softly.  
Bob came in right behind us, and I saw his swollen cock in 
the soft light as he sat down in the chair. 

I could see in the soft light that my husband's prick was 
quite swollen, but not hard.  I knew the anticipation was 
turning him on.  I stood beside the bed, bent over, and 
sucked Jim's soft cock into my mouth.  I swirled my tongue 
around it.  I could feel it begin to stiffen, and could 
feel his heart beat as the blood was filling it.  

Jim put his hand up my legs from behind and rubbed my butt 
and pussy through my silk panties.  I didn't take my mouth 
away from Jim's cock until he was fully erect.  I told him 
how much it had turned me on, to have him call on the phone 
and jack-off while talking with me.  I asked him to take 
his cock in his hand and massage and rub it like he does 
when he calls me... because I wanted to be able to remember 
what he looked like doing that.  

I stood there next to him in my black slip, and rubbed my 
breasts, and then lifted the front of the slip and put my 
hand down my panties and stroked my clit, as he pumped his 
cock for me.  I stopped and lay down on top of him, and let 
him feel the full length of our bodies with the silk of the 
slip between us.  We began necking and rubbing each other 
all over.  I loved the feel of his hard-on poking my belly 
through the silk.  

After awhile I whispered to him,"Take my clothes off.  Make 
me naked."  Slowly he removed my slip, then my bra and 
licked and suckled my nipples and tongued my tits, driving 
me crazy.  Next went my panties.  Then he buried his face 
between my legs and ate me.  

Jim was really good at two things.  One was fucking me 
doggy-style, and the other was eating my pussy.  He would 
suck my clitoris between his lips and move his tongue back 
and forth across it while finger-fucking me with two 
fingers.  Before long he had me at the mountain top... and 
a shattering orgasm washed over me.  

I said out loud, "Oh god,  I'm coming" and then "Again!"  I 
wanted them both to know the intense pleasure I was 
getting.  Skipping from one mountain top to the next is the 
best way I know to describe those multiple orgams.  

Jim proceeded slowly, like he wanted to savor this time of 
fucking me alone.  He fucked me doggy-style for awhile.  
Then he was on-top, and I could feel his ball sack slapping 
my ass as he pumped me with his cock.  Once or twice he 
asked to break because he said "I don't want to come yet.  
Too soon."  

Occasionally I glanced over at my husband.  He was staying 
put, he kept his word.  But he watched every move, drinking 
in this sight of his friend and his wife fucking their 
brains out in front of him.  

He says it was the only time he watched two people fuck 
from start to finish... and he said it was very sexy, 
especially since it was me being fucked.  I mounted Jim and 
rode him for a while, then turned around to face Bob.  I 
came off a number of times while Jim and I fucked.  I 
wanted to watch Bob as he watched me... to let him see my 
face and eyes if he could, while I came some more.  

I was in such a position that he could see Jim's cock 
buried up my cunt.  I reached down and cupped and rubbed 
Jim's balls.  Then I came again as Jim pumped another load 
of his love cream in to my hungry pussy.  I could feel Jim 
tense up and push his hips right off the bed to get his 
cock buried in me as deep as possible.  Then I just 
collapsed onto the bed and laid next to Jim for awhile, to 
cool off and to catch my breath as I cuddled next to him.  

I didn't wait long to go to Bob... as I didn't want him 
hurt or upset.  Besides, wanting to fuck Jim alone and to 
give him my undivided attention... the goal was to turn Bob 
on by letting him watch.  I knew I now needed to give Bob 
my attention and take care of him.

I arose from the bed and walked over to my husband.  He 
stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around me.  
Then he kissed me... deep and hard.  I reached for his dick 
with my hand and found him hard as steel, and his cock-head 
as swollen and hot and wet as I have ever felt it.  

The muscles in my pussy were contracting as if grasping for 
something that should be there and wasn't.  He reached with 
his hand to my waiting cunt.  When his finger touched my 
excited clit, I came off with a crashing orgasm.  I think I 
would have collapsed on the floor if he hadn't been holding 
me. 

Never in my life, not even since, did I ever come while 
standing up like I did that time.  Then he picked me up by 
reaching under my arms, and litterally slammed me against 
the wall.  My legs went around his waist, and he buried his 
cock in me as hard as he could.  It was like he was trying 
to bury his balls along with his dick.  

I had never seen him like that.  I can only describe it as 
an angry, animalistic fuck.  His nostrils flared, and I 
felt a little frightened.  But his approach also added to 
the intensity of our passion and my pleasure.  

I again started coming.  Oh, God... it was incredible.  I 
was ready to scream.  I bit down on his shoulder, actually 
drawing blood.  It was the only injury of the night.  I 
couldn't move my hips since he had me pinned up against the 
wall, and he just kept pumping my pussy with his cock... 
using it almost like a weapon.  

Finally he came too, in the longest orgasm I had ever known 
him to have.  It seemed to me like it took him several 
minutes to finish coming.  Then we laid down on the bed.  I 
was exhausted from fucking my two lovers.  I lay between my 
two men, and before long I heard Bob snoring softley.  Then 
I must have drifted off.  I have no idea how long I slept, 
probably an hour or more.  

I was slowly aroused by the most gentle, pleasurable 
feeling between my legs.  I opened my eyes and became aware 
that Jim had his hand covering  my bush.  He was gently 
rubbing it and my swollen pussy lips, just barely touching 
my skin.  Looking over, I could see he had a hard-on and 
was slowly stroking it with his other hand.  

The candle light was soft, and there was added moonlight 
streaming across the three of us.  The radio still played 
very low... sexy, funky blues.  Perfect music for lusty 
fucking in my opinion.  Bob was still sleeping soundly.  

I moved Jim's hand and rolled over him with one leg on each 
side... and slipped his dick up my still hungry, so wet 
pussy.  I whispered in his ear to be quiet and we would 
have a nice, slow fuck.  He whispered back that I was 'so 
beautiful' and that watching Bob fuck me was the sexiest 
thing he ever witnessed.  

From my position above him, I could hang my tits in his 
face and let him lick my nipples, and I could bend over and 
lick his nipples and kiss him, while I slowly rode up and 
down on his magic prick.  I loved that slow fucking, and 
had several beautiful orgasms as time gently progresssed.  

I think he must have lasted 15 minutes at least.  That was 
fine... and just so beautiful.  Bob never stirred, and we 
never changed positions.  When Jim did come, he shot 
another load of his warm, white, creamy come deep into me, 
hardly mading a sound.  For me, it was just an absolutely 
beautiful, warm and comforting fuck.  

The only words I can think of to describe it don't do it 
justice.  Once again I rolled on my back between my 
lovers... my studs... my two cocks... and slowly drifted 
off.  I never felt so sexy, so sexually satisfied and yet 
so ready to continue.

I have no idea of time for the rest of the night.  I just 
know that I laid between Jim and my husband... and it was 
like the first time we did a threesome, and Bob and I had 
gone back to the motel alone. That time my husband kept 
getting constant hard-ons about every hour all night long.  
This time I had two guys that were doing that.  

All we got was cat naps that night, especially me.  I just 
laid on my back and fucked whoever wanted to fuck.  During 
the night, I soaked several towels cleaning my sopping wet 
pussy.  Orgasms just flowed through my body.  The sex was 
hot, dirty, lustful, and sweaty... and I reveled in it, 
loving every minute.  I would guess that both Bob and Jim 
had each fucked me six times by morning.  

Eventually, I became aware of the morning light, and I 
silently slipped into the bathroom to clean up and shower.  
After about 15 minutes, my husband came in and joined me.  
We talked a little about what an incredible night of sex it 
had been, and how turned-on we all were.  We both showered 
and cleaned up, although neither of us dressed.

When we came out of the bathroom, Jim was ready to stumble 
in.  Bob and I laid back down on the bed and held each 
other while Jim was in the bathroom.  As we cuddled and 
kissed, unbelievably my husband's cock started to come 
alive again.  Then Jim came out and joined us and we 
realized it was almost 9AM, so we had gotten some sleep.  

We all laid there nude and discussed what we had done, and 
how fantastic it was.  Both guys remarked about the large 
number of times I had cum, and questioned me about it.  As 
we talked, it became obvious that both guys were getting 
turned-on just talking about the sex we had all enjoyed.  
Maybe laying there naked helped also. 

Pretty soon we were all entangled in another three-way, in 
full daylight.  There was no hiding anything in that full 
light.  As I was sucking Bob with my butt in the air, Jim 
moved behind me and slipped his cock into me doggy-style 
again.  Oh, god... he was so good at that... with his fat 
prick.  I had to stop sucking my husband's cock for fear of 
biting it... because I was so lost in the feeling of Jim's 
cock pumping in and out of my pussy.  

Several more great orgasms for me, and then Jim emptied one 
last gush of his cum as deeply into my hungry cunt as he 
could jam it.  I rolled onto my back, and Bob immediately 
gave me a great fucking... riding me until he emptied his 
balls too.   Holy shit, what a night.  And what a finish!!  

The night was more than I could have ever imagined.  I 
could not believe I had actually fucked two guys 
continuously for 14 hours... and did it 12 to 14 times, and 
came off who knows how many times.  

Now you see, Joan, why I wanted to save this story until 
last.  Why I say that nothing like this ever happened 
again.  I think this was something that could never be 
repeated or topped for me.  This was the top... the peak of 
my lustful sex life.  I'm so glad my husband talked me into 
living out his two-guys-for-Karen fantasy.  

My husband and I make love... and sometimes we fuck.  Jim 
and I never made love, but we have fucked a lot.  With 
Jim... it was always pure, hot lust.  Sometimes people get 
their emotions confused.  Women especially mix up lust and 
love.  Men seem to more easily understand that being in 
love, and being in lust, are very different things.  

I have a thought I want to leave with any woman who has a 
husband who is trying to talk her into a threesome with 
another man.  

Your threesome encounter may be an overwhelming and intense 
sexual experience.  You are likely to get hotter and more 
sexually-satisfied than you have ever been.  If two people 
have been in a monogamous relationship for many years, this 
multiple-male situation can confuse a woman.  It blew me 
away the first time. 

I had some confusion, and thought maybe Jim might love 
me... and what would I do if he tried to interfere with my 
relationship with Bob?  That never happened.  He was just a 
great fuck!  He didn't love me, but he cared for me and he 
was sexually attracted to me as I was to him.  That was it.  
Once I realized fully that this thing with Jim was just 
"sport fucking," I was OK.  In fact, it made it even more 
sexy to me.

After Jim left, my husband and I went to the football game, 
ate, and came back to the room.  Just Bob and me.  And, we 
fucked again all that night... and a lot for weeks to come.  
This situation really worked for us.  Jim and Bob and I 
continued our relationship for over five years.  

Eventually, Jim married again.  He changed jobs, and no 
longer traveled as much.  We moved to Florida.  We are 
still friends, and we see Jim and his wife on occasion.  We 
have no idea if she knows of our adventures or not.  I 
don't think she does.  

It makes me hot to be with my husband, Jim and his wife;  
knowing I have fucked both guys.  Then Bob and I go back to 
our hotel room and fuck some more.

And thank you, Joan, for calling me a "horny girl."  I 
liked that.

Love to all --and happy holidays, 
Karen

(The above story was finished and sent to Joan on 
Sat., December 19, 1998) 



