Suddenly, with both clerks still kneeling before her, my wife spoke up. “Do you like feet?” she asked them coyly.
The clerks nodded dumbly.
“I just figured that since you work in a shoe store, you must really like feet,” she continued. “Would either of you like to kiss my feet?” she asked, wiggling her manicured toes in front of their eyes.
The clerks said nothing but the next thing I knew, I was witnessing the wildest thing I had ever seen: two young guys we had never met before were kissing my wife’s feet and rapturously sucking on her toes as if they were small, hard cocks.
I could tell that my wife was really hot for these guys, so I let things go a little further than I normally would have. I handed her a dildo and said, “Show the guys what you do at parties.” She immediately grabbed the dildo and crammed it into her tight, wet twat. She was on fire now, and the two clerks were devouring her with their eyes. I handed her a second dildo and, after lubricating it with her juices, she forced it up her ass.
At this point, I suggested to the guys that they give her a hand. (I think they would have done so whether I wanted them to or not.) They brought my wife to an unbelievable orgasm. She then brought out the guys’ cocks and masturbated each of them to orgasm. Later she told me that it had been only the second time she had done that to a man besides me.
I love showing my wife off and she enjoys it too. Our sex life is now very satisfying because we dared to let our fantasies come true.—
K.L., Muncie, Indiana
MORE SHOE STORE HIGH-JINX! WILLING WIFE SHAKES HER BOOT-Y
Heather is the most wonderfully sexual woman I have ever met, and it has been my great pleasure to be married to her for the past sixteen years. She is more than willing to accommodate my perversions and more than able to think up many of her own.
Heather is also a real beauty. She stands five feet, nine inches tall and has light brown hair that cascades over her shoulders and around her angelic face. Her body is perfectly proportioned. Her breasts are gorgeous and are adorned with large dark-brown areolae and nipples that stick out a full half inch when aroused.
To top it all off, Heather has remained in tremendous physical shape. She walks five miles every day, which keeps her body as hard and shapely as a granite sculpture. Her long, firm legs are strong enough to squeeze the come right out of you when she wraps them around you to fuck.
Needless to say, when Heather walks by men, they (and their cocks) sit up and take notice. This brings me to one of my favorite pastimes: I love to watch men looking at my lovely wife. The more she shows, the better. I love it, and you better believe she likes showing off as well.
One day, about two weeks ago, Heather and I took a day off from work and decided to go shopping at a new mall located about ninety miles from our home. We rose at six in the morning to make the one-and-a-half-hour drive. When Heather came into the kitchen that morning my dick immediately sprang to attention. She had on a tight semitransparent top through which I could clearly make out the outlines of her large nipples. She also wore a black, pleated miniskirt. Her long, slender well-tanned legs were bare. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of three-inch high heels.
The moment I saw her, I wanted to lay her on the table and bury my face in her sweet pussy; but the day was young, and her outfit (as well as the mischievous twinkle in her eyes) told me to wait and see what the day would bring.
We arrived at the mall just as it was opening for business. After about half an hour of window shopping, we bought some coffee and seated ourselves on a bench near the top of a spiral staircase. I soon noticed that Heather had not chosen our bench at random: anyone coming up the stairs had only to glance slightly upward to see her lovely legs. Soon a well-built man with a mustache started to ascend the stairs. When Heather spotted him she slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. This caught the man’s eyes instantly.
Pretending she was looking over her shoulder at a store window, Heather seductively spread her legs once more, giving the young stranger an unobstructed view up her skirt at (I assumed) her customary lace panties. At this point our young voyeur tripped and nearly fell down the stairs. Watching his reaction made me hard as stone.
After teasing a few more passers-by, we got up and continued our stroll through the mall. As we walked hand in hand, Heather turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed the show so far. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and briefly placed her hand on the raging hard-on hidden in my jeans. “Judge for yourself,” I said.
Our next stop was a shoe store. Stopping in front of the store, Heather pointed out a good-looking young man helping an older gentleman try on shoes. With a twinkle in her eye, she announced that I too needed a new pair of shoes. I entered the store alone while Heather went to the bathroom to freshen up.
The young salesman, whose name was Ross, was quite helpful. I had been trying on shoes for about ten minutes when Heather waltzed in looking incredibly sexy. She sat in a chair directly across from me. Spotting her, Ross dropped me like a hot potato and instantly turned to help her. Looking at Heather, I couldn’t really blame him.
She told him she would like to try on a pair of red heels. Ross looked at me and I told him to go ahead and wait on the young lady since I was really in no hurry. Ross turned back to Heather, gently raised her foot up onto his stool and removed her shoe. As he did so, Heather let her thighs fall slightly apart. It was only then that I discovered that Heather had not worn her usual panties. She was wearing a pair of hot-pink crotchless panties with black, lace trim. Ross froze as he caught sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy. Then, without a word, he rose to retrieve a new pair of heels. When he returned, he again placed her foot on his stool.
Leaning back in her chair, her nipples taut against her tight top, Heather once more spread her legs for all to see. Her pussy— which she keeps shaved clean from the top of her pussy-lips all the way to her asshole—was cherry red from excitement. The lips were full and succulent, and her love juice glistened as it flowed down to her asshole. It was the most unbelievably sexy thing I have ever witnessed, period.
I was more turned on than I ever imagined possible, and I imagine the same was true for Ross. He looked over at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Since we were the only three people in the store and I had made no sign of objecting, Ross decided to go for it. He turned back to Heather and ran his hand lightly up the inside of her thigh. Heather closed her eyes and spread her legs even further.
Encouraged, Ross tossed caution to the wind.
Slowly sliding forward on his stool, he inched his hand higher and made contact with Heather’s hot, wet box. Heather emitted a low guttural moan. He then started to gently caress my wife’s lovely pussy. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to massage her clit with his thumb. Heather was hot as fire. She began to rock back and forth on his fingers, riding them as if they were a hard, throbbing cock. The juices flowed over his fingers and dripped onto the faux-leather chair. Within minutes Heather was in the throes of an intense orgasm. She threw her head back and grunted loudly. Her cries of passion were so loud, I was afraid a crowd might gather in front of the store.
After Heather had settled down she stood, straightened her clothes, thanked Ross and walked away. I soon followed.
I met Heather down the hall from the store. Without saying a word, we hurried to the parking garage and climbed into our minivan. I lay her down on the back seat, dropped my pants and draped her long legs over my shoulders. With one swift thrust I buried my diamond-hard cock in her wonderfully hot canal. Neither of us lasted more than three minutes before we simultaneously came.—
J.F., Minneapolis, Minnesota
IT TOOK BEAUTIFUL STRIPPERS TO EXPOSE HER PASSION FOR HIM
I have been an occasional reader of your magazine for many years. Like many of your letter writers, I didn’t think I’d ever have the opportunity to write a letter of my own. As a married thirty-five-year-old with children, I thought my glory days were over; but on one September day, I was proven wonderfully wrong.
I work at a franchised national chain in a middle management position. One September day I had to go to a meeting in a large city with another manager from our firm. The other manager is a beautiful lady in her early thirties. In spite of her beauty, I had never considered trying anything with her because I knew she was happily married with a nice house, a sweet dog, a two-car garage and all the other accouterments of a dull but happy life.
Sioban and I had a good relationship at work but other than an occasional collision in the hallway, we had never had any physical contact. I must admit, however, that I treasured those encounters and had often dreamt about how things might develop from these encounters.
Anyway, on the day of our trip, I went to pick Sioban up at her house at six in the morning. The city was about three hours away so we had to get an early start. As I pulled into Sioban’s driveway, she walked out of her front door, looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a light blue dress that fit rather snugly around her ample bust and waist line, but was loose and flowing below her waist.
She got into my car with a big bright smile and a grand good morning. We headed for our destination chatting about our work, our mates, vacations and various other safe subjects. All of a sudden, though, Sioban asked me if I intended to visit the strip joint that all of the other men in our office frequented whenever they got the chance to visit the city. I was actually kind of shocked by this comment and I just laughed it off by saying, “Yeah, right!”
Shortly thereafter, we arrived at the hotel where our meeting was to take place. As we walked in through the huge front entrance, I kept picturing how nice it would be to have a private meeting with Sioban in one of the hotel rooms.
The meeting was pretty much a standard affair. It ended with a buffet lunch, but Sioban and I blew it off and decided to eat somewhere a little more interesting. We proceeded downtown to an old building that had recently been converted into a series of shops and eateries.
The restaurant we chose had an old-world ambiance and great food, but it was the conversation I enjoyed the most. It was very intimate, kind of like a first date when you get as much from looking deeply into your date’s eyes as you do from the conversation. We spent a lot of time discussing past relationships. The conversation was at times intense, but always very pleasant.
Once in the car, Sioban asked me if I regretted missing out on the strip joint. I thought to myself: This is the second time this woman has brought this subject up. Could she actually be interested in going there? So I turned to her and said: “Do you?”
Sioban blushed and averted her eyes. I asked her if she wanted to go there with me. After what seemed to be an eternity she responded, “If I said I did, would you tell anyone back at the office?”
I assured her that I would not, because I didn’t think it would be a good idea for my wife to find out. As we discussed what we were about to do, I noticed that she was no longer her usual calm cool self. She was nervous, but it was much more of an excited nervousness than an apprehensive one. It was obvious that she could hardly wait to get there. I didn’t tell Sioban, but she wasn’t the only one.
I paid her cover charge and we entered the smoke-filled front door. It was midafternoon and the place was far from packed. Only one of the three stages was being used, so I guided Sioban towards an empty table about ten yards away from it.
The dancer teased for a while before finally removing her g-string. She teased and rubbed her twat in several guys’ faces and collected as many tips as she could before the song was over. I had to explain to Sioban how the whole thing worked. It was arousing just telling her about the process.
After a couple of different dancers had performed, Sioban asked if I was going to sit up near the stage. I didn’t want to act like a chicken, so I assured her that I would and asked if she would join me. She declined and said that she would keep an eye on me from the table.
I got to the stage just as a very well-endowed, dark-haired dancer stepped into the spotlight. At this point, there were only two of us up near the stage: myself and an older man who must have weighed a good three hundred pounds. The dancer (her stage name was “Ginger”) gave me more than my share of attention. Toward the end of her third song, she reached down my pants, gave me a quick squeeze and nodded at the audience as a sign of approval. After getting an appreciative chuckle from the crowd, she asked if I would like a private dance later. I tucked a buck into her garter and said, “You betcha!”
When I sat back down at our table, I noticed a big smile on Sioban’s face. I smiled back and asked her what was so funny? She said she thought that the way I tucked the dollars into the dancer’s garter was really cute. I asked again if she wanted to move closer to the stage but once more she declined.
A few minutes later, Ginger came to our table, grabbed my hand and said, “It’s your turn, honey!” She pulled me out of my seat and led me to the back corner of the club. This part of the club was designed for only one thing: private dances.
Ginger was good and she knew it! She worked me over in every possible way short of giving me a blowjob. About halfway through the song, I noticed that Sioban had moved to a different table, one which allowed her to keep a closer eye on my activities.
When the dance was over and I had caught my breath, I asked Ginger if she could arrange to have one of the dancers put on a special show for Sioban. She agreed that this could be arranged and took my money.
I returned to my seat. Sioban and I talked and watched a few more dancers until a dancer named Tammy showed up to show us her stuff. She began to strip in front of us, shaking her tits in both of our faces. Then, gradually, she began to pay more attention to Sioban. I could tell Sioban was excited and so could Tammy. Soon, Tammy was dancing solely for Sioban’s benefit. Her bra came off and her large firm breasts bounced free. Then she leaned over and swayed her breasts just inches from Sioban’s upturned face.