SHE EXPANDED THE HORIZON 
OF HER FEMININE PLEASURE POTENTIAL


(Her report... 18 months after her first MFM experience)
By Beverly from Michigan  -  Received November, 1999


Dear Joan...

You have been so kind, sharing your advice and stories over 
the past two years, I thought I would bring you up to date 
on my life.

Like so many other husbands that I have read about, for the 
past several years my husband has enjoyed engaging in wild 
fantasy talk while we make love.  Surprise, surprise!  
During those pillow-talk sessions, he often mentioned that 
he would love to have another guy screw me while he watched 
and/or participated.

Well, for years I just tolerated his talk as something men 
had to do to get turned-on.  Then, over the years he 
brought home X-rated videos and various magazines that 
featured three people having sex together.  I finally 
started reading many of the letters about threesomes in 
Penthouse, Forum, etc., and wondered if the writers were 
really telling true stories... or was it all just 
titillating fiction.

About two years ago I stumbled onto one of the stories you 
had posted on the Internet, and your listing of available 
personal experience stories... about women who had allowed 
themselves to experience MFM threesome sex.  As you know, I 
started corresponding with you via e-mail, and you began 
sharing many of your stories with me.  At first, I still 
thought some of the stories that purported to be "true 
experiences," were really just fiction.

However, the more I read, I began to sense that most of the 
stories you were sending did read as being reasonable 
representations of what other real couples were doing to 
add spice to their shared sex lives.  After much thought 
and re-evaluation of some of my long-held value systems, I 
decided that maybe recreational sex between me, my husband 
and others was not such a wicked or far-out thing to do.

Believe me, reaching that conclusion was no small feat for 
a woman of my upbringing!  I had been taught that sex was 
something ONLY done with one's married partner... and 
preferably just for the purpose of making babies.  
Recreational sex was an oxymoron not unlike `military 
intelligence.'

I guess one of the things that helped me overcome my 
earlier inhibitions was the recognition that I had already 
rejected the notion that ALL sex outside of marriage was 
sin (my husband and I enjoyed some great sex before we got 
married)... and that any form of contraception was sinful.  
Clearly my husband and I enjoyed considerable sexual 
pleasure that was not intended to result in additional 
children.

Sexual affairs are still totally out of the question for 
me, because they seem to require violation of a trust and 
openness that I hold dear in my marriage.  However, I 
concluded, if my husband and I could genuinely come to 
terms with the notion of each other having intimate 
relations with others just for the sake of shared sexual 
fun, then MAYBE such things as MFM and FMF experiences 
could be possible for us.

One night after I had mentally wrestled with my growing 
sexual interests, and my husband's continued pillow-talk 
about inviting others to share in our bedroom fun, I 
finally decided to talk with my husband and let him know 
that I MAY finally be open to trying some new things with 
him.

For the first time I told him about the many stories you 
had shared with me, and the candid advice you had shared 
via e-mail.  As you might guess, my dear husband was 
elated!  Over the next several nights, we even read several 
of your stories together (I have saved everything you have 
sent on a special file in my computer).

I told my husband that of all the things I read that you 
had sent, the story by Sandy and Jim (3-103-SANDY) and the 
one by Ken and Sue (3-102-SUE).... were the most persuasive 
to me that three-way fun was not perverse.  Then your A03-
WHY helped me understand a bit more about why my husband 
might want to have me experience another man or men.

Lucinda's story (3-105-LUCINDA), and Annette's story (3-
107-ANNETTE) gave me insight on the fun and special joy 
other husbands and wives were sharing as they opened 
themselves to the sensual potentials of this kind of 
recreational sex.  Frankly, the letters written by women 
had a bigger impact on me than most of the ones written by 
the men.  Some of the things that some of your writers have 
ventured into are not likely to ever appeal to me.  But 
other writers gave me some great new ideas.


Over the following weeks my husband and I talked about some 
of the issues... or potential fears... that I would guess 
other women have considered too (fears about Jealousy, 
Prudity, Nudity and Confidence About My Body, etc.).  
During that time my husband and I enjoyed some really great 
sex together as we talked about actually giving threesome 
sex a try. 

JEALOUSY:  During that time, my husband and I talked a lot 
about the possibility of jealousy coming up between us if 
one of us saw the other receiving or giving sexual 
attention (that could be construed as loving attention) to 
another person.

My husband assured me that if he were allowed to see me 
enjoying recreational sex with another guy... rather than 
him having a jealous reaction, he would regard it as a 
special extension of our loving relationship THAT HE WOULD 
BE GIVING ME... and I would be allowing him to share with 
me.  But, he said, if he ever did experience any form of 
jealousy, he promised to immediately tell me.

On the other hand, I was less confident that jealousy would 
not result, if I saw him having sex with another woman.  I 
wanted to say that I would not be jealous, but in all 
honesty, I could not be sure that my `womanly instincts' 
would not kick in.

To avoid dealing with my possible jealous reactions, we 
decided that (at least early on) we would not invite 
another woman to our bed.  My husband assured me that his 
preference was for MFM experiences anyway.

PRUDITY:  As mentioned above, I had already had to deal 
with my own potential 'prudeness' issues... sex outside of 
marriage... sex for other than procreation, etc.  My 
husband and I had already developed a great `taste' for 
oral sex... both giving and receiving.  We both love it.  
No prudity there.  However, I felt that anal sex for me was 
clearly out.  It is not so much a prudity issue as it is a 
pain issue.  The few times we have tried it, it had hurt... 
lots!  So, at this point, prudity was not a big issue to 
us.

NUDITY:  I would think that the thought of appearing nude 
in front of a man other than one's husband might be a big 
road block to some women who have considered trying MFM 
fun.  I know the thought went through my mind.

Fortunately, I have always had a positive self-image.  My 
body is far from perfect (remember, I have had three 
kids... and I have a few stretch marks, etc.), but I 
thoroughly enjoy being a woman... a being `designed' to 
attract and stimulate male attention and desire.  I take 
great pride in knowing that my husband and other guys seem 
to find me attractive.

Even around the house, I try to dress in as feminine a 
manner as possible.  I avoid frumpy old clothes except when 
serious cleaning or remodeling work requires it.  When I go 
out... even to the grocery store... I make sure my 
appearance is clean, neat and tasteful.  I get my share of 
favorable `looks' and eye contact from both men and 
women... even though my looks are really quite average.

On the beach I often wear skimpy swim wear... particularly 
when we are away from our community.  I admit it, I enjoy 
showing off my female body!  But, I am not generally an 
exhibitionist either.

An exception was two occasions when my husband and I 
visited a nudist club.  Once was several years ago (a year 
after we were married), and the second time was about three 
years ago.  These were NOT sexual experiences.  Just 
volleyball, swimming, socializing and dining... all in the 
nude.  At first I was self-conscious... but that soon went 
away.  I think these two experiences helped me avoid a fear 
of being nude in front a of new guy. 

The truth is, I totally enjoy being a FEMALE female.  My 
guess is that to the extent a woman enjoys her femininity 
and finds pleasure in exploring its potential... to that 
extent she will have less barriers to trying MFM fun.

As we found ourselves moving closer to really trying an MFM 
experience, we decided to set down some rules between 
ourselves.  


The Rules We Adopted -

First, we agreed that if we started by having another man 
join us, we would follow that sometime in the future by 
inviting a woman to join us.  I have to admit that this was 
my suggestion, albeit a hesitant suggestion.  I wasn't as 
confident as my husband seemed to be that jealousy need not 
get involved.  And, I had no interest in sexual interaction 
with another woman.  But then, my husband really had no 
interest in overt sexual contact with another guy either.  
It just seemed fair.  If I was going to experience "doubled 
attention," then he should too.

Second, we agreed that we would restrict sexual contact 
with others to times when we could both be present... no 
outside "affairs"... and not what one would call an "open 
marriage."  We wanted this to ALWAYS be a sharing thing.  
Neither was to ever be left out.

Third, we would jointly decide how extra partners would be 
selected and "screened."  While we might not be together in 
person while the other made arrangements with a prospective 
guest to our love life, we would agree on guidelines for 
selection.

Fourth, we both agreed that total discretion would be 
critical.  Neither of us wanted our family members, 
existing friends or co-workers to know of this new aspect 
of our sexual relationship.  Thus, we agreed to use "pen 
names," and to communicate through e-mail, a post office 
box, and a private phone line we had installed in the 
closet of our bedroom.  By the way, your J02-HIM file was 
helpful on these issues.

Fifth, we knew that our new ventures would involve some 
health risks, but we concluded that they would be minimal 
if we were picky about who we decided to have join us.  So, 
we decided to stay away from men and women who boasted of 
`hundreds' of swing or threesome partners (although we 
decided that it would be helpful if our future partners had 
some experience prior to joining us neophytes), to avoid 
having sex with people who gave evidence of poor personal 
hygiene, had questionable lifestyles (active gay 
lifestyles, drug use, etc.), skin rashes or obvious medical 
problems.

My husband has never enjoyed sex when he had to use 
condoms.  Actually, I experienced less enjoyment at those 
times too.  So, I had my tubes tied after the birth of our 
third child (3 years ago).  While we recognized we stood a 
slightly increased health risk, we decided that condom-free 
sex would be acceptable for any males we invited to join 
us.  Besides, a big part of my pleasure comes from feeling 
that gush of male juices against my inner pussy walls... 
and we sure didn't need to worry about me getting pregnant.

We decided to deal with the condom issue on a case-by-case 
basis relative to any women who joined us.  My husband 
agreed to honor the wishes of such women.  Also, we agreed 
that if I, or any other woman, ever said "No" to something, 
we would honor that wish without any questions or cajoling.  
"No" was ALWAYS to mean NO!

Sixth, we decided to avoid inviting any of these `extra 
partners' to our home.  Our income level allowed us the 
luxury of hiring child care when we wanted to "go out," and 
paying for a decent hotel/motel room as a place to play.

Seventh, my husband agreed to insist to any male `extra 
partner' that they should not try to have anal sex with me.  
Contrary to what several of your writers have written, the 
only anal sex I had experienced to this point was 
accompanied by substantial discomfort and/or pain.  I just 
didn't enjoy it.  I had occasionally allowed my husband 
that luxury, but I didn't want any other guy to try to take 
me that way.

Our eighth and final rule was that we would ALWAYS honor 
each other's wishes having to do with stopping a given 
activity, asking an `extra partner' to leave, taking 
periodic breaks from our ventures, or totally terminating 
our ventures into extra partner sex.  Oh yes, and as part 
of this, we agreed to always watch out for the other's 
well-being (avoiding rough stuff, getting rid of drunk or 
disrespectful people, etc.). 


Planning Our First Threesome -

As you can see, once we decided to give threesomes a try, 
we spent a lot of time together thinking through all the 
ramifications.  We wanted our future adventure to be 
characterized by heightened sexual pleasures and shared 
fun... not problems.

By this point... some two months after deciding we would 
give MFM a try... I was actually getting excited by the 
prospect of what we were going to try.  I am not one to 
masturbate, but I would occasionally find myself in the 
shower using the hand-held spray to stimulate my clit... or 
stroke myself to pleasant levels of sexual tension as I lay 
in bed in the morning, waiting for my husband to awaken.

During our weeks of planning, my husband and I found 
ourselves enjoying some really intense sexual pleasures 
with each other.  We would almost always fantasize about 
another guy being with us.  When my husband would cuddle up 
behind me (with me on my side) and enter me from behind, he 
would whisper into my ear that he was "Sam," or "George," 
or "Bill," entering me for the first time.  He would tell 
me how great it was to be inside my pussy... how warm it 
felt.  Meanwhile, I would let my mind wander, wishing my 
husband was laying in front of me so I could neck with him 
and cuddle with him while this "other guy" was screwing me 
from behind.

I found myself treating my husband to oral sex more often.  
I would bring his cock to my lips, kiss it, study it and 
fondle his balls while wondering how the masculine 
"equipment" of other guys might be different.  I was 
beginning to really look forward to having us actually 
invite another guy to join us in our play. 

I will have to admit that I had second thoughts during this 
period.  "What would my parents or sisters think if they 
knew what we were planning to do?  What would our friends 
at church, or neighbors think?  Was I kidding myself... 
were we really venturing into a strange perversion?"  You 
may remember that I wrote to you for advice during that 
time.  Your assurances were helpful.  Now that I have had 
some VERY PLEASANT threesome experiences, I KNOW that you 
were right to put such worries behind me.


Info About Us -

By the way, I guess I should give the obligatory physical 
descriptions of me and my husband.  I am blond, usually 
keep my weight at about 130, stand 5'3" in my stocking 
feet, and have a decent shape (36C, not too hippy, and a 
typical waist for a woman of 31 with 3 kids).  My husband 
has dark brown hair, a fair amount of body hair (great 
hairy chest!), has been staying at about 175 lbs the last 
several years, stands 5'9, and takes care of his body (only 
a very modest "pot" at his belly, is fairly athletic).  As 
I write this letter (November, 1999), I am 31 and my 
husband is 34.  We have now been married 11 years.

As I have told you, my husband travels a lot in his work.  
He is a technical service rep for a large electronics firm.  
While we live in Michigan, his work often takes him to 
Chicago and to various cities along the east coast.  I do 
part-time sales work that allows me to set my own schedule 
and be flexible on if/when I work.

I had already occasionally accompanied my husband on some 
of his shorter business trips to allow us time together 
alone, and to give us some mini-vacations.  We decided 
that, at least at first, we should attempt to make our 
`extra partner' contacts in cities where my husband 
regularly traveled.

We knew he would be having a two-week trip to Chicago, 
followed a few weeks later by a three-day follow-up trip to 
the same area.  That gave us an idea.  We would use some of 
the advertising ideas you suggested in your A02-HIM file, 
and further discussed in your story 3-301-SAM, to try to 
locate potential males in the Chicago area for our first 
MFM.  Then my husband could meet with the better 
`prospects' during his two-week stay, in the hopes of 
finding a guy we could both meet when I joined him on his 
later three-day trip.

We had gotten a PO box, and had subscribed to an Internet 
Service under an anonymous name, so we placed a couple ads 
in Chicago area adult publications my husband had found on 
an earlier trip.  We even posted an ad on the "Alt.Sex 
Wanted" portion of the Internet.  I could not believe all 
the e-mail notes and letters we received.

Many of the guys wanted pictures of us... well, really, 
pictures of me.  At first I said "No!"  But then my husband 
got a Polaroid camera and demonstrated that he could take 
some sexy pictures of me that in no way revealed my face or 
identity.  One Saturday night I agreed to let him give it a 
try, if he assured me that I could destroy any that I did 
not like, and that I would have control and safekeeping of 
all the photos until they were sent out.

We had fun that night.  He told me to pretend that my first 
`extra guy' was sitting in a chair in the room, watching as 
he took increasingly revealing pictures of me.  That image 
in my mind tended to make me really hot!  I started by 
letting him get some shots of me in my favorite lingerie.  
Then, as I began getting really turned-on, he started 
snapping a variety of nude shots, some with me playing with 
myself.

Then I insisted on taking some photos of him... so we would 
have some for sending to future `extra gal' prospects.  He 
stripped to his jockey shorts and did some crazy poses 
before he slid the shorts down and let me get some shots of 
his cock and balls.  My husband's erect `endowment' is 
probably of average size (slightly over 6" long and a 5" 
circumference... we measured it), and it was absolutely 
rigid as I snapped several pictures of it.  When I 
finished, we immediately put his cock to good use!

Later we sorted through the pictures and promptly burned 
the ones that accidentally showed one of our faces or some 
other identifying detail.

We have a color photocopier in my husband's home office, 
and we made color photocopy reproductions of some of the 
best pictures of me.  That's not the best quality, but we 
decided that would have to do.  We weren't about to send 
them out for someone else to make copies.  We also scanned 
a couple of them into our computer to use as attachments 
for replies to the e-mail messages.

Over the next several days we spent a few hours each night 
responding to the letters and e-mail messages.  That was 
really an erotic experience too.  My husband wrote the 
basic reply letter that we reproduced (with variations) 
over and over to the various guys... and I generally added 
my own, personal PS.  Naturally there were many guys to 
whom we simply wrote, "Thanks, but No Thanks."

Before it was time for my husband's two-week trip to 
Chicago, we had received 11 letters and 3 e-mail messages 
from Chicago-area guys who all seemed like reasonable 
`maybes,' and who gave my husband ways to reach them while 
in the Chicago area.  The day after he reached Chicago he 
began making contacts.  Each night he would call me with 
his reports.


First Actual Meetings With Those Potential "Extra Guys" -

He met with a few of the guys twice, sharing more of my 
pictures, and gaining more information about them.  By the 
end of the two weeks he had located two guys he was sure I 
would like, and a third (somewhat older) who might also be 
a prospect.  He had managed to get all three of them to 
send a photo of themselves back for me to see.

That night... between him being gone for two weeks, and the 
photos, and all the interesting stories he had to tell... 
we fell into bed and made mad passionate love for over an 
hour.  I had a roaring-good climax, and he shot a big load 
inside of me just after I reached my own peak of pleasure.

We made arrangement for someone to stay with the kids for 
the days we would be gone, and we were almost giddy as we 
waited for the day to arrive to fly to Chicago.  My husband 
had phoned all three of the guys to make arrangements to 
individually have drinks with them, so I could meet them 
personally... on a no-commitment-basis.  I listened in on 
the extension phone, so I could hear their voices.

We arrived early on a Thursday afternoon, so we could 
schedule three different times/places for meeting with the 
three guys all on our first day.  We met the first guy 
right at O'Hare Airport.  He had a membership at one of the 
airlines' VIP Club, so we joined him there at the appointed 
time.  This was the older guy.  

We found a back corner and ordered some drinks.  He was a 
gentleman, and quite attractive, but I wasn't feeling 
totally comfortable.  He appeared to be a successful 
businessman, and presented himself in a friendly 
professional manner, but I just didn't feel drawn to him... 
and I thought I should be.  My husband and I had some pre-
arranged signals that enabled me to let him know I was not 
real enthusiastic about this guy.  We cut things short, 
telling him we had to get to a business meeting, and my 
husband told him he would give him a call later.

We grabbed a cab for downtown Chicago.  During the ride 
downtown, I was able to verbalize my lack of enthusiasm for 
this first guy.  My husband agreed, and we mentally marked 
him off.  Although my husband did give him a courtesy "No 
thanks" call the next day.


Our First Threesome -

After we checked in at the hotel, we went down to the bar 
in the lobby.  The second guy, much younger than the first, 
was waiting for us.  He was Martin, an attractive 
professional guy who let us know right up front that he was 
married.  That was not a problem to me or my husband... 
maybe a plus.  Martin had a winning smile as he talked.

After about 30 minutes of very amiable conversation, my 
husband suggested that we all take a dip in the hotel pool.  
Martin told us he didn't have a suit... but my husband 
promptly told him that he had brought an extra suit... for 
just such a situation.  Martin eagerly accepted.

We all went back up to our hotel room and changed into the 
swim wear.  Both Martin and my husband gave me a little 
`grab-ass' attention, but neither of them tried to get 
anything started at that time.  We headed for the pool.

The time we spent in the pool and whirlpool gave us 
additional opportunity to get to know each other.  It seems 
that over the past few years, Martin had been invited by 
two other couples to share some threesome experiences with 
them on a number of occasions.  So, Martin was totally at 
ease with the things two guys and one gal could do together 
in bed.  I began to get turned-on!

Soon we headed back to our room.  On the way up in the 
elevator, I let my husband know of my state of arousal by 
discretely placing my hand on his swim suit and grasping 
his hard-on.  As soon as the hotel room door was closed 
behind us, my husband suggested, "Honey, why don't you help 
Martin get out of that wet swim suit."  Martin was smiling 
again... and with a gleam in my eye, I bent over and yanked 
his suit to the floor.

Martin's beautiful cock sprung out... hard and ready!  He 
promptly untied the two side ties on my bikini bottom and 
let it fall to the floor.  I continued to stand there, 
somewhat unsure what to do next, and I felt my husband 
untying the string that kept my top in place.  My husband 
whisked it away and planted a kiss on my nearest breast.

Meanwhile, Martin had gotten on his knees in front of me, 
and was beginning to bury his face in my crotch.  I was 
glad we had just come from the pool, and I was reasonably 
`fresh.'  Still standing there, I spread my legs a bit... 
while studying my husband's face for any possible signs of 
disapproval.  There were none... just a big grin.  Martin 
put his hands on my bare buns and drew me tighter against 
his face.  I felt his tongue begin to explore my upper 
thighs and clit.  Then it hit!  I felt his tongue press 
between my pussy lips... and up inside me.

My legs almost gave out as shudders of pleasure coursed 
through my body.  Soon we were all three on the king-sized 
bed, and my husband had left his wet suit on the floor too.  
I just closed my eyes and basked in the numerous sensations 
of pleasure that flowed through me as the guys kissed and 
caressed my nude body.

That must have gone on for at least 15 minutes.  Eventually 
I reached out and took each of their hard cocks in each of 
my hands... stroking them as they kissed and played with 
me.  Martin's cock was about the size and thickness of my 
husband's, but it felt veinier.

Martin stood up and gently grabbed hold of my legs, drawing 
me toward the foot of the bed.  My husband rearranged 
himself on the bed next to me, and smiled at me just before 
saying, "Babe, this is it!  You are about to feel the cock 
of another man up inside you!"  Then he kissed me as Martin 
lifted my legs over his shoulders on either side of his 
head.

My husband lifted himself up slightly by my side, and 
watched as Martin placed the head of his hard cock between 
my spread legs, and against my pussy.  I lifted my head and 
watched too... just as Martin began to press himself into 
my very wet pussy.  A quiver of pleasure passed through my 
body as I realized that the cock of a guy other than my 
husband was beginning to explore the inner walls of my wet, 
hot pussy!

Martin slowly pressed his way in as I laid back and closed 
my eyes.  I guess I was already responding to him by 
thrusting my hips up against his invading tool.  I felt my 
husband lean back over me and take one of my nipples into 
his mouth as Martin's cock reached the bottom of my pussy 
channel.  Martin just held himself deep inside me for a 
minute or two before saying, "God you feel good inside!"

With my eyes now wide open, looking directly up at Martin 
over my husband's head, I studied the obvious pleasure on 
Martin's face.  "I'm going to fuck you at least twice this 
afternoon," Martin told me.  "Later I will want to lay next 
to you with my cock slowly moving inside your velvety folds 
for a long period of time.  But this first time I am going 
to fuck you hard and fast... to unload the pent-up contents 
of my over-stimulated balls."

Having heard that pronouncement, my husband rolled to my 
side and leaned on an elbow as Martin began his cock's 
withdrawal and assault on my grasping pussy.  He wasn't 
kidding.  This first time was a vigorous, pounding `fuck' 
that caused my body to twist and thrust back at him as his 
thrusts grew more and more insistent.

My head suddenly twisted toward my husband.  "Oh baby... it 
feels so good!" I told him.  He told me later that my body 
tensed up with each of Martin's deep drives, and my face 
contorted in obvious pleasure.  "I'm going to cum... 
already.  Martin... your cock is making me feel wonderful!" 
I heard myself saying.  

Moments later I felt my body convulse in an orgasm that 
nearly caused me to black out... it felt so good.  I know 
my pussy must have contracted tightly around Martin's cock, 
but he kept on pounding in and out of it.  Another wave of 
pleasure washed through me as I felt Martin pick up 
speed... and felt his cock engorge with pre-explosion 
tension.  Then he jammed his cock very deep inside me and 
held himself there while his nuts quickly emptied 
themselves of their hot liquid.  My pussy felt 
extraordinarily hot... and I felt Martin's juice spray 
against the walls of my cervix and ooze out around his 
softening cock.

As Martin fully pulled out and laid my legs on the bed, my 
husband wrapped me in his arms and gave me a deep tongue 
kiss... drawing me tightly against him.  Moments later I 
was laying on my back, and the two guys had again 
positioned me up on the middle of the bed, and were 
cuddling me from both sides.

Each had one of my nipples in their mouth as my mind began 
to regain its senses.  `Wow!  That had been wonderful," I 
thought to myself.  I put my arms around the shoulders of 
the two guys and drew them tightly against me as they 
sucked and licked my nipples.  `My first MFM!' I thought.  
I had to admit to myself that it had been a really good 
experience!

After a few minutes my husband rolled me toward Martin, and 
he was busily working behind me, working his very hard cock 
between my wet thighs and into my hot pussy.  Martin took 
advantage of the fact that I was facing him, and began to 
give my face and lips a series of gentle kisses... as my 
husband began to pump in and out of me from behind.

It didn't take my husband long before he too exploded 
within me.  He later told me that the slippery feel of 
another man's juices covering his cock was a super turn-on 
as he drove in and out of me.  That's why he could not hold 
back on his climax.

The three of us rested for some time after that, talking 
about what we had all just done.  I thanked them both for 
the pleasure they had given me.  During our talk, I stroked 
and played with both of their cocks... and I felt Martin's 
quickly harden again in my hand.  Eventually I turned onto 
my side again, this time facing my husband.  Martin guided 
his cock into me again, this time from behind, as my 
husband had done.

This time it was different.  We all casually talked as 
Martin slowly stroked in and out of me.  At one point I 
took my husband's hand and held it over my mons so he could 
feel Martin moving inside of me.  My husband just grinned 
and kissed my tummy as he felt Martin's slow in-out motion 
within me. 

True to his word, this `fuck' was a long, slow one.  
Sometimes he would just pause while buried deep inside 
me... with his crotch pressed tightly against my buns.  It 
was a gentle, respectful `fuck.'  Two or three times I felt 
my body tremble as mini-orgasms passed through me, while my 
pussy contracted around his velvety tool.

All this time my husband and I cuddled and necked, 
whispering our love for each other, as Martin's warm cock 
just kept up its protracted exploration of my inner parts.  
When my mini-orgasms washed through me, my husband kissed 
my eyelids and held me tight... then relaxed his arms as 
Martin resumed his pleasant probing.

At one point my husband reached down and began playing with 
my clit as Martin continued to pleasure me.  The doubled-
attention sent me over the edge a couple more times, with 
minimal pauses by the guys after each orgasm.  Meanwhile, 
both guys fondled my breasts, kissed my shoulders, held me 
gently, and told me how sexy they both thought I was.  Who 
was I to question their judgment.  All that intimate 
touching, coupled by the constant feel of Martin's cock 
inside me, and the sexy talk, made me feel extra feminine.

It felt weird... but nice... being "sandwiched" between 
these two attentive men.  Often my crotch was pressed 
tightly against my husband's as Martin pressed tightly 
against me from behind.  This gentle coupling must have 
lasted the better part of an hour before Martin started to 
increase the speed of his thrusts, and he finally filled me 
again.  This time my own orgasm was a bit more restrained.  
I think that by this time I was basically drained.

Martin had to get home to his wife, but promised to visit 
us again Saturday afternoon before we left town.  When he 
left, my husband and I spent a half hour cuddling in the 
bed we had shared with Martin... talking about what we had 
just done.  I wanted to make sure my husband was not 
experiencing some form of jealousy... and he wanted to be 
sure I had enjoyed what we had done with Martin.  We 
confirmed to each other that the experience with Martin had 
been a "really special" first threesome that was enjoyable 
by all of us.

We then showered, and went down to the hotel restaurant for 
dinner.  After dinner we drove to another nearby hotel 
where my husband had made plans to meet the third guy... 
Tony.

Tony proved to be a tall, handsome, nattily-dressed 
gentleman.  He was a surgeon in a local hospital, and, 
again, married.  His medical schedule gave him some 
flexibility to be away from home without generating undue 
questions.  Tony had only been with one other couple as 
`the extra guy.'  But, he said it had been a mutually-
satisfying relationship that went on for nearly four years 
until the couple moved to California a few months back.

Tony even had a picture of he and the couple (all clothed), 
along with a note from the lady.  It said something to the 
effect, "If you include Tony into your life in the way we 
have, you will be VERY pleased.  I can personally attest to 
the satisfaction and pleasure he can provide a willing 
couple/woman."

We were impressed that he carried such a letter of 
introduction... and testimonial.

The lounge had a dance combo that played some great dancing 
music.  Soon Tony invited me to dance, and my husband 
encouraged me to join him on the dance floor.

During the late afternoon and early evening, my husband and 
Martin had already treated me to unusually high levels of 
sensual fulfillment, so my libido was definitely sated.  
However, out there on the dance floor, Tony's body began to 
arouse new tinglings between my legs.  I could tell Tony's 
trousers held some sizable contents... and I was again 
getting curious.

After a few more dances, and conversations back at the 
table, it was agreed that Tony would join us at our room 
the next afternoon (Friday).  My husband and I bid him 
farewell, and we went back to our hotel room to cuddle and 
talk about the day's activities before we enjoyed one more 
good screw, and fell asleep.

Friday morning my husband left to handle his business 
appointments, while I leisurely rested and took another 
swim.  As I relaxed next to the pool, my mind wandered back 
to the previous afternoon we had spent with Martin.  
Delicious memories were still fresh in my mind.  The 
wonderful feelings I had experienced as a new man's tongue 
and lips explored my pussy... the sensations of having a 
cock other than my husband's, parting my pussy lips and 
pressing deep into me.  

The look of pleasure on Martin's face as he held himself 
firmly inside me... before that first ravenous `fuck'.  The 
intense orgasm I had felt as this new cock pounded in and 
out of my body... and the follow-up shivers of pleasure 
that preceded Martin's eruption within me.  Then, the 
prolonged second round of sensual pleasures he had given me 
as my husband held me in his arms.

I must have had a smile on my face as I lay by the pool 
with my eyes closed... recounting the good experiences I 
had enjoyed thanks to my husband and Martin.  Suddenly I 
heard a familiar voice wake me from my thoughts, "That 
smile must mean that you have some good memories."  It was 
my husband.  He had returned to take me to lunch.  After 
lunch, we returned to our room where I freshened up as we 
awaited Tony's visit.


Our Second MFM Experience -

This time, I was dressed only in a lacy semi-see-through 
dressing gown when Tony arrived.  He whistled as he closed 
the hotel door behind him.  I could see a bulge form in his 
trousers... like it had done the night before... as he 
greeted my husband.  This time, my husband said, "Just 
pretend I am not here, and you guys get acquainted."

Tony took that as his clue.  He took me into his arms and 
planted a big kiss on my lips as his hands began to massage 
my back.  I could not wait to see what Tony was hiding in 
his trousers.  So, as he held me in his arms, my hands 
began to un-do his belt.  His trousers fell to the floor, 
and I reached down into his undershorts.  He felt big... 
and hard!

Feeling what I was doing, Tony stripped away my dressing 
gown and stepped back to survey my nude body.  He whistled 
his approval again.  That made me feel good.  All this time 
my husband just sat in an easy chair in the corner, 
watching us get acquainted.

I was curious about the large and hard cock I had just 
felt, so I knelt in front of Tony and stripped his shorts 
to his ankles.  I could not believe it!  Tony's bone-hard 
cock sprang out and nearly hit me in the face.  It was 
huge!  I mean it was both long and fat!  I started to wrap 
my two hands around it to study it more closely.  I noticed 
that my husband even leaned forward to get a better look.

Tony quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks and the 
shorts that were around his ankles.  Then he lifted me up 
and laid me across the bed, leaving my legs hanging off the 
sides.  He quickly knelt next to the bed and spread my 
legs.  He began kissing my legs, tummy, thighs and pussy... 
while my husband stripped, and moved over onto the bed next 
to me.

My husband kissed me gently and then whispered, "Do you 
think you can handle that big thing?"  I just kissed him 
back and whispered, "I sure would like to try."  For the 
next several minutes my husband and I necked while Tony 
continued to feast on my pussy... licking, kissing, and 
stabbing his tongue into me.  I felt my pussy begin to 
drool with juices of anticipation.

When I was real wet, Tony asked me to stand up and face 
him.  My husband just lay back on the bed and watched.  
Tony bent forward, took me into his arms, and lifted me up.  
My breasts were smashed against his big hairy chest as he 
kissed me... and my feet were actually a foot or so above 
the floor while he held me.  It was a long kiss, with 
Tony's tongue probing deep into my mouth.

I felt him reach behind one of my legs and bring it up 
around his waist.  I got the picture, and I bought my other 
leg up and around the other side of his waist.  He was 
facing the bed, so my husband told me later that he could 
see Tony's big cock between my legs.  Then I felt Tony 
reach around under my buns to grab his own erection... 
which he aimed upward toward my pussy.  His arm which was 
holding me relaxed slightly, letting my crotch slide down 
slightly, and I felt his cock head come in contact with my 
pussy.

We broke our kiss as I happily realized what Tony was 
doing.  I let myself slip down a bit more, and I felt his 
cock press against my very wet pussy lips... and then 
slightly inside.  With just a bit of his thick cock within 
me, I clung to him and held that position for a moment or 
two.  I saw in the mirror that my husband was watching as 
Tony's cock was part-way inside me.

"Are you OK?" Tony asked me.  "Yes," I responded, "but give 
me a moment or two to adjust to your size."

By now both of Tony's hands were cupped under my buns, 
holding me against him, without allowing me to drop any 
lower.  Thus, I was able to relax a bit.  I turned a bit 
toward my husband and said, "Are you OK with all of this?"  
"Absolutely," he responded, "as long as you are enjoying 
yourself."

About that time Tony allowed me to settle down a bit more 
onto his cock, putting a substantial part of himself inside 
me.  I gulped a bit, feeling quite filled-up, and realizing 
how much of him I had inside me.  Then he used his cupped 
hands on my buns to gently lift and lower me so that I was 
sliding up and down his thick rigid pole.  My pussy felt 
sooo full!  My husband told me later that with each drop 
down, Tony was letting more and more of his cock enter 
me... until he was totally buried within my body on each 
down stroke.

Gawd I felt full... and the feelings were good!  My body 
trembled against Tony's chest.  I even experienced a couple 
orgasms during those thrusts toward completely engulfing 
his large manhood.  When he was finally fully within me, 
and my body had recovered from its orgasmic trembling, Tony 
just held me like that for a few moments, flashed a broad 
grin at me, and kissed my neck.  

Then, with me still in his arms (unable to touch the 
floor), and him still buried within me, he walked us over 
to the edge of the bed.  He turned around and sat down, 
leaving me in his lap, asking me to spread my legs from 
behind him.  Then he laid back... with his cock still 
buried inside me!  At this point my husband got up and 
stood next to me, wrapping his arms around my upper body, 
and drawing close against me to give me a kiss.

"This is really wild," I whispered to my husband.  "Ride 
him baby," he told me.  "He's giving you the opportunity to 
be fully in control, and to enjoy his cock at the pace you 
want."

I realized that this is exactly what Tony was doing.  By 
this time I was resting on my knees on either side of 
Tony's body.  I leaned over, put my hands on Tony's furry 
chest and began slowly pumping my pussy up and down on his 
large cock.  I noticed the two guys wink at each other as 
my husband again lay back on the bed adjacent to Tony.  The 
two guys seemed to be studying my face and smiling as I 
began to get into `fucking myself' on Tony's big stick.

I enjoyed another two or three delightful orgasms while I 
was in control in this manner.  Then Tony asked if he could 
take me doggy-style.  Hesitantly, I agreed, and I lay on 
the bed between my husband's outstretched legs, with my ass 
in the air near the edge of the bed.  While I awaited 
Tony's entry into my body from behind, I wrapped a hand 
around my husband's hard cock, and began to kiss its head.  
I had to stop when I felt Tony's cock against my pussy.  He 
was gentle though.  As my pussy relaxed, he slowly slid in 
until I had to ask him to go in no further.  

Then Tony began a prolonged screwing of my pussy from 
behind, going only as deep as I had asked.  I began sucking 
my husband and playing with his balls.  This three-way play 
continued for several minutes.  Then I felt my husband's 
crotch twitch, and I knew he was about to shoot.  Sure 
enough.  I kept him deep in my mouth while he exploded, 
with some of his juices flowing out the corners of my mouth 
while Tony just kept gently pumping my pussy from behind.  

'Wow,' I thought, 'I am making two guys happy at the same 
time.'  Then I realized that I was being made happy too.  
My pussy began to tingle and squeeze around Tony's cock.  
Now that my husband's cock was no longer in my mouth, I was 
able to say, "Tony, I think you can put a little more of 
that thing into me.  Give it a try."

He began to lunge more tightly against my backside... until 
soon I could feel his balls slapping against my upper 
thighs.  The fullness was incredible.  My body began to 
react to Tony's lengthy assault... and I felt a trembling 
orgasm begin to build within me.  I felt myself pressing up 
against Tony's downward thrusts... to be sure I had all of 
him inside me.  He must have felt my orgasm building too.  

He increased his tempo... and I moaned loudly as my body 
responded to all the stimulation it was receiving.  My 
husband was now holding me tightly against his tummy while 
stroking my hair and neck.  As my pussy contracted around 
Tony's deep thrusts, it drove him over the edge too.  I 
felt a splash of hot male juices washing over the inner 
walls of my pussy... and I came again.  It was another 
really intense orgasm that seemed to send wave after wave 
of tingly sensations throughout my body.

I collapsed onto my tummy against my husband's legs, and 
Tony pulled away and lay on the bed beside my husband and 
me.  After I had regained my senses, my husband moved over 
and made room between his body and Tony's.  I crawled up 
between them, gave them both a gentle kiss, and then 
snuggled in my husband's arms.

The guys pulled the sheet up over all of us, and we just 
rested together for a half hour or so... with Tony cuddling 
against my back, with one hand over my side, cupping one of 
my breasts.

After a while, Tony began to rub his semi-soft cock along 
the cleft of my buttocks... until I felt it begin to 
harden.  My husband felt the movement on the bed, and 
whispered to me that he wanted to see close up this time, 
as Tony entered me.  He pulled the sheet back, slid down 
with his face near my pussy, and I raised my leg a few 
inches as an indication to Tony that he could press his 
renewed cock between my upper thighs.

Tony immediately took the que.  I felt my husband use his 
two hands to spread my pussy lips to expose my still-wet 
pussy channel.  Tony slowly pressed his crotch against my 
backside, and I felt the head of his cock come in contact 
with the epicenter of my pussy.  "What a view," I heard my 
husband say, just as I felt the tip of Tony's cock slide up 
into me.  Then I felt a gentle kiss on my clit.  I guess my 
husband really was close!

I ran my fingers over my husband's hairy back as Tony 
continued his slow entry deeper within me.  It was feeling 
good again!  Then Tony started a series of slow withdrawals 
(not quite all the way out), and drives back up inside me.  
My husband told me later that he got a hard-on himself, 
just watching Tony's cock slowly explore my pussy... coming 
out each time glistening with my pussy juices.  By now I 
was pressing back against Tony's groin with his each inward 
thrust.  It really felt good!

Soon my husband slid back up next to me... facing me... and 
planted a long gentle kiss on my lips as he placed his hand 
on my mons, and felt Tony's action within me.  "Feel good 
baby?" he asked.  I had to admit it.  "Yes," I replied, "it 
feels so good to have Tony's big cock working my pussy from 
behind while we neck, cuddle and face each other."

By now I was being tightly `sandwiched' between the bodies 
of Tony and my husband.  I had my arms around my husband's 
neck, he was kissing my neck, and Tony was again reaching 
around and playing with my nearest nipple... while his cock 
continued its slow in/out motion between my pussy lips.

My entire body shuddered a few times as mini-orgasms washed 
through me... but Tony just kept his measured pace... and 
my husband watched the indications of pleasure on my face.  
Each time, as the quaking subsided, my husband kissed me 
all over my face... and pressed himself more tightly 
against my body to get a second-hand feel of Tony's 
continuing assault on my receptive pussy.

This must have gone on for at least 45 minutes.  During 
that time I felt my hubby's hard cock press against my 
tummy.  By now my crotch was soaking wet.  I grabbed hold 
of my husband's cock and aimed it between my legs, right 
next to Tony's cock.  I felt too full to encourage him to 
try to enter me, but I positioned him so that as Tony 
pressed into me, my husband's cock road along side Tony's, 
into the wet V between my upper thighs.  My husband told me 
later that feeling another guy's cock slide against his 
hard cock was quite strange and erotic... particularly 
knowing that the other cock was wet with my juices, and was 
exploring his wife's pussy with each thrust.

I could feel the sliding of my husband's cock against my 
pussy lips and crotch as Tony pressed us all together.  The 
combination of feelings, and the thought of what my husband 
and I were doing... what we were sharing together... set 
off another rolling orgasm within me, causing me to clench 
tightly against Tony's cock.  I guess that got his juices 
flowing too.  He began to increase his tempo until his 
crotch was crashing against my buns with each thrust.  I 
felt him expand within me... and he finally shot another 
big load of his man juices deep up inside of me.  That 
increased action set my husband off, and I felt him press 
himself tightly against my crotch as his cock exploded a 
load between my legs... onto Tony's nut sack.

We played together for at least another hour before Tony 
finally left.  During that time my husband got hard again, 
and wanted to enter my pussy from behind as I rested my 
head on Tony's hairy chest.  He did, and he commented on 
how "neat it felt" to have his cock sliding through Tony's 
copious deposit within me.  This time Tony cupped his hand 
over my mons to feel my husband's thrusts within me... and 
his final eruption inside of me.

After Tony left, my husband and I showered together, 
cuddling and groping each other under the shower spray... 
and playing like a couple of kids.  We fell asleep in each 
other's arms after repeatedly reaffirming our love for each 
other.

Saturday afternoon we saw Martin again.  It was a relaxing 
time of shared sensual pleasures for all three of us.  
Among other things, my husband took me doggy-style as I 
gave Martin a thorough blow job.  I had a special sense of 
satisfaction knowing that my pussy was pleasuring my 
husband as I brought Martin off with my mouth.  Martin was 
developing into a good friend who genuinely sought to give 
me pleasure.


Silly Sex... Just For The Fun of It!

During the past year, I have joined my husband on four more 
trips to Chicago.  The first three times we got together 
with Martin and Tony... individually... as we had the first 
time.  However, the last time we were together, it was 
different.

Joan... my husband had arranged a surprise for me.  he had 
secretly shipped a box to the hotel to arrive before we 
did.  It contained all the things he thought we would need 
the next afternoon.  It was an afternoon he had arranged 
for both Tony and Martin to join us.

That day my husband, pretending to be going out for a 
business appointment, met with the two guys to give them an 
opportunity to meet each other... and to tell them of his 
plans for my surprise.

My husband came back to the room fifteen minutes before I 
thought Martin would be visiting us.  I had showered, and 
was wearing just my dressing gown.  He had me go to the 
bathroom to remove it... and to stay there until he came 
in.  In the meantime, he spread the bed with a moisture-
resistant sheet that was in the box he had shipped, and had 
invited Tony and Martin to enter the room quietly, and to 
remove their clothes.

When my husband joined me in the bathroom, he covered my 
eyes with a blindfold he had brought.  "What is all this 
about?" I asked.  "You'll see," he replied.  Then he led me 
back to the main room... nude except for the blindfold... 
and had me lay in the middle of the bed.  

I felt movement on the bed, on either side of me, and I 
thought Martin and my husband were on either side of me.  I 
reached out and wrapped my hand around one cock, and I 
said, "Hello Martin."  I heard his voice say, "You guessed 
right, Beverly."

Then I reached out on the other side and was startled to 
touch the distinctively large cock I knew belonged to Tony.  
"Tony?" I said.  "Are you here too?"

"Guessed right again Bev, I'm right here," he replied.  
That's when my husband reached over from the edge of the 
bed and pulled my blindfold off.  All three guys were 
totally naked too, but each had something in their hands.

"What's that stuff," I asked.  "Well," said my husband, 
"we're going to have a `dessert party.'  You are the 
dessert, and these are the toppings."  Then I realized that 
they had various kinds of dessert toppings... a spray can 
of whipped cream, a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce, 
maraschino cherries, and other assorted dessert toppings.  
I just flopped back on the bed and laughed nervously when I 
saw what they had.

About that time Tony sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on 
one of my breasts, and Martin started squeezing chocolate 
syrup onto my other breast.  My husband dabbed a big 
spoonful of vanilla pudding (his favorite) right on my 
mons... and then (while I was giggling), they each put a 
cherry on the top of their work.

"And now what?" I asked.  Without answering, all three of 
them began to lick the nearest topping... and use their 
tongues to spread it around my breasts, tummy and pussy.  I 
couldn't help but laugh while realizing I was about to 
enjoy the attentions of THREE guys this time.

It is a good thing my husband thought ahead and brought a 
special sheet for the bed... on which we were all laying.  
In no time at all, it was covered in cream, chocolate, 
cherry juice and pudding.  The guys took turns grasping a 
cherry in their teeth and feeding it to me.  My nose and 
lips quickly had a mixture of the toppings that I tried to 
lick off.

The guys took turns at my breasts and pussy, applying more 
sweet goo, licking and nibbling.  Strangely, it felt good.  
I love chocolate, so I took turns squeezing chocolate on 
each of their cocks and sucking it off.  We were a sticky 
mess.

After 30 or 40 minutes of silly play that had an erotic 
quality about it, the guys informed me that they were each 
going to insert two stem-less cherries deep in my pussy, 
apply whipped cream between my pussy lips, and each would 
give me twenty deep `fuck' strokes to make cherry sauce in 
my pussy.  I thought they were nuts, but I decided to add 
to the craziness.

"Here, squirt a couple of inches of chocolate sauce in this 
glass," I suggested.  "Then you can dip your cocks in and 
coat your cock heads just before you enter me.  Maybe that 
way you can create some chocolate covered cherries."  They 
laughed... but they did it!

My husband already had a hard-on, so he went first.  As 
quickly as the head of his dick was dipped into the glass, 
he dipped it into my pussy and proceeded to give me twenty 
brisk strokes.  He said he could feel the cherries pushing 
against his cock.  Then it was Martin's turn.  A chocolate 
dip... and then he immediately plunged his hard cock into 
me for his 20 deep thrusts.  His were slower, and more 
deliberate.  I could see chocolate sauce and cherry pieces 
ooze out around his cock.

Finally Tony took his turn.  By now we were all sort of 
tittering at the absurdity of our little game.  Tony had 
been stroking his cock to hardness as he watched the other 
two guys.  He poked his cock into the glass as I held it, 
swished it around, and coated it heavily with the brown 
syrup.

Then Tony held his dripping cock at my pussy opening and 
drove it in with one solid thrust.  Even I could feel the 
cherries crush within me.  I sucked my husband's chocolate-
covered cock as Tony gave me nineteen more "crushing" 
drives.  When he finally withdrew, I had chocolate sauce 
and cherry particles all over my pussy and crotch... and 
the guys all had gooey cocks.

Tony let me lick the cherry-flavored chocolate mixture off 
his cock as Martin decided to slide between my legs and 
tongue as much of the sweetness and goo out of my pussy as 
he could.  His deep tongue probes felt good as I finished 
licking Tony clean.  When Martin finished, he came up and 
gave me a sticky-faced kiss.

We all showered and got rid of the remaining chocolate, 
etc.  We all decided we had had enough of the "silly sex 
play."  It hadn't resulted in orgasms for any of us... but 
it had been fun!  My husband had thought to bring three of 
my douche containers with him... so I was able to clean 
most of the cherries and chocolate out of my love channel.

When we were all freshly showered, the guys took turns 
sucking my pussy and nibbling on my breasts until I had my 
first wonderful climax of the afternoon.  That was just the 
start.  Over the next two hours all three guys screwed me 
in various positions until they had each deposited a couple 
loads of their "sauce" within me.  During that time I must 
have been blessed with four or five more wonderfully-
satisfying orgasms myself.

At one point my husband and Martin lay side-by-side facing 
each other on the bed while I straddled their legs and 
sucked the heads of both of their cocks into my mouth.  I 
used my hands to kneed and fondle their nut sacks while 
sucking and tonguing their two cocks.  Tony took advantage 
of my up-raised ass, slipped behind me, and entered my 
pussy from behind.  

Tony was slow and gentle this time, and my body spasmed two 
or three times with orgasmic relief as I paused briefly in 
my ministrations to the two cocks in front of me.  Tony 
finally flipped me over on my back, put my legs on his 
shoulders, and entered me again while Martin and my husband 
each began sucking on one of my breasts.

With my mouth away from tender cock flesh, Tony started to 
drive into me with relentless strokes.  I felt my body 
twist and shake under Tony's assault... until a really 
intense orgasm consumed me.  My pussy contractions set Tony 
off, and he filled again me with his juice.

It had been a fun... but exhausting afternoon.  After Tony 
and Martin left, my husband and I curled up in the bed and 
fell asleep in each other's arms.  We finally awoke about 9 
PM, cleaned up and went out for a late dinner.

Over the past 18 months, we have invited two other guys to 
share sexual pleasure with us.  One was when we traveled to 
New Orleans, and the other fellow we met with twice... on 
two different trips to New York.  They were good 
experiences, but I won't bore you with the details of these 
encounters.

Since launching our new shared `extra-guy" sexual ventures 
a year-and-a-half ago, we have experienced MFM fun on eight 
different out-of-town trips (never at home), with four 
different guys, for twelve separate encounters.  Frankly 
Joan, I have been pleasantly surprised that none of these 
"extra-guy" encounters has been a dud.  Each one gave me 
pleasure... each in a different way.  And, my husband 
claims he has enjoyed each and every one of them too.  

Based on his reactions during and after each threesome 
experience... as I have observed them... and his tender 
loving of me after each experience... I really believe he 
has been enjoying these `extra-guy' wife-centered ventures.

While back home in our own bed, my husband and I often 
reflect on our various experiences since you persuaded me 
to give MFM sex a try.  Our shared experiences, and our 
pillow-talk about them never fail to result in great sex 
with each other.

Again, I would never want my family, friends or our co-
workers to know what we do for recreational sex, but I have 
no regrets for giving up my long-held inhibitions.  Over 
these months I have experienced some VERY intense sexual 
pleasure... and feminine fulfillment that I never knew I 
was capable of.  I believe you called it "expanding the 
horizon of your feminine pleasure potential."  The love and 
companionship between my husband and I have seemed to grow 
as we have shared these new experiences together.  

By the way, after you sent me your one-page file entitled 
A04-Anal, during the day I have been experimenting with my 
dildo and with a washed, smoothly-scrapped carrot... to 
relax my sphincter muscle... to see if I could enjoy anal 
sex with my husband.  As the file suggests, I have been 
working myself with LOTS of lubricant (KY-Gel), and 
increasingly larger objects so my backside will relax and 
allow entry without giving me pain.

Last week I surprised my husband by telling him I wanted to 
try anal sex again... and telling him of my `anal 
exercises.'  That night he was very gentle with me, helping 
me to relax my sphincter, and watching me use the carrot a 
few minutes before he entered me.  As you might guess, he 
was VERY hard... in anticipation of our new fun.  He lubed 
himself very well, and entered me slowly while I lay on my 
tummy.  

When he was all the way in, he just stayed there, and asked 
if I was in any pain.  Surprisingly, the worst I felt was a 
mild discomfort and fullness.  As soon as he began a slow 
in/out motion, the discomfort disappeared and was replaced 
by a new and different sort of sensual stimulation.  In no 
time at all, my husband exploded inside my rectum.  It had 
felt good for me, but I had not climaxed myself.

We have done it twice since, after a period of conventional 
intercourse, and each time it was easier for me, and 
produced even better sensations for me.  Last night he 
reached around and played with my clit while he was buried 
in my backside, giving it slow mini-strokes.  His finger 
action (coupled with the fullness in my backside) brought a 
wave of deep, satisfying orgasmic bliss to me.  As my body 
contracted in its release, it caused my husband to explode 
way up inside my backside.  Surprisingly, the warmth, and 
the newness of this kind of sex play really left us both 
warm with satisfaction.

I even think that I might invite my husband to enter me 
that way the next time we are with Tony.  I could never 
take Tony's large cock back there, but it might just be a 
wild and mutually rewarding experience for all of us if I 
sit on Tony's cock, taking it all the way up inside my 
pussy, and then have my husband enter my backside.  If I 
can do it, I think it would give all of us a memorable 
evening.  I will let you know how things go.  

Joan... I just thought you might like to share my 
experiences with some of your other female readers... and 
husbands too.  I will keep you posted on any new things we 
try... or new guys we invite into our recreational sex 
life.

Love, Beverly (from Michigan)



