Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.

I have spent the last few weeks engaged in a passionate affair with a 19-year old university rugby player; not the most moral thing for a respectable married lady in her late 50s to do – especially if she also happens to be, as I am, a Church of England vicar. It's not that I don't love my husband of more than 30 years standing. It's just that we don't really do much more than cuddle anymore. When Peter seduced me in the vestry of my church one sultry, sweaty evening he unleashed a hungry, wanton sexuality in me that I had never known I possessed. I had never sucked a man's cock until that night, but now I love chewing on Peter's after he's given me a good, solid fucking, tracing my tongue along the throbbing vein which runs up it, smacking my lips around the head as I gently nibble, stroking his hairy balls. nnHe likes having me in all positions, but the one he likes best is what he calls the 'literal' missionary position – face-to-face with me wearing my dog collar. He does it slowly then, withdrawing his cock gradually before thrusting it back in with all his power, to watch my face contort in lust and hear my gasps of pleasure. Each Sunday in church he sits in the front pew with his father and sister while his mother, my closest friend, plays the organ. It can sometimes be difficult to concentrate on my sermon, especially when Peter catches my eye and runs his tongue slowly, lasciviously, around his lips. It was especially hard one Sunday, just days after Peter had fucked me from behind in the very pulpit from which I was preaching to my respectable congregation!nnI see Peter every Tuesday evening, and will continue until he goes back to university in a few weeks time. I was thinking about that, wondering how I would ever cope without my weekly rogering, last Thursday as I sat in my vestry in my clerical garb, trying to concentrate on the sermon for Sunday. Something about adultery perhaps? No, I didn't think so. Suffer the little children to come unto me? Definitely not! I was miles away when I heard a polite cough. Standing before me was Peter's sister Julia, the Head Girl at the local school who had recently reached the age of 18, though she looked younger. Blessed with the sweet, innocent face of an angel, I normally only ever saw her in her school uniform, or one of the pretty pink or yellow dresses she wore to church, her long chestnut hair held back with a colour-coordinated Alice band. She looked very different tonight, wearing a very short black halter-neck T-shirt – I believe they are called boob tubes – and a very short white tennis skirt, her hair hanging loose about her bare shoulders.

I haven't been able to please my boyfriend's sexual desires in a very long time. We have had an amazing relationship for years, but I really wanted to spice up our sex lives. I feel like I can't please him enough with our busy work schedules. I work days and he works nights so it's hard to have our time together for an evening of fun.nnToday at work I was feeling quite horny as usual. I wanted to plan an evening of something new. Late in the day, I got an amazing idea to surprise my boyfriend with something new.nnAfter work, I decided to go to a porn shop to just browse around and get different ideas. I have only been to a porn shop with Tim, so it was my first time going alone. It was exciting and at the same time, I could feel men stare me down as I walked up and down the isles curiously.nnI looked at the usual items that Tim and I would look for such as sexy lingerie and new porn DVD's. Today I was in the mood to try something completely different on him. I started browsing all the toy novelties. All I could think about as I was looking for a new toy was how beautiful Tim's ass is. Lately we have been into something new- which is 69ing while we both lick each others asses. I never explored this with another man so the thought of it turns me on so much. While we were having sex a couple of weeks ago, I lubed up his ass with my saliva and inserted my finger in his ass to see his reaction. I never heard Tim moan so loud in my life. I thought for sure that we woke up my roommate.nnAs that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to really get his full hard attention.

Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.