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The only problem with these fantasies is that usually your mind is racing ahead of the logical progression of the story. In that event, many times, my husband or I are unable to reach the

“good part” of the story, because the anticipation of what's to come is all that is required to accomplish the purpose.

One more favorite that I usually use when I masturbate. My husband is a pilot. Of course, many layovers occur with various stewardesses. Contrary to public opinion, there doesn't seem to be much hanky-panky on these layovers. We have a good sex life, so I am sure he is not fooling around with these 134

girls; however, I do fantasize about it while masturbating. It is very sexy to imagine him doing this. (I don't tell him this, of course.)

Fantasy 3:
I
get on a plane and follow him to his layover point. He has been in the hotel for a couple of hours. I get a key from the room clerk and go upstairs. I know what I will find. I open the door. He is naked and sitting in a chair, with an enormous hard-on. In front of him, standing with her hips thrust forward and one foot on the arm of the chair, is a gorgeous stewardess whom I know. She is nude. She is a big girl – but not fat. She has a beautiful body. Lovely, huge, but well-formed, tits. She is very blonde except for her cunt, which is very bushy with black hair. My husband is licking her cunt as she looks at me and smiles and invites me in. On the bed is an equally stunning brunette, also nude. She invites me to remove my clothes and tells me that, “He will be ready in a few minutes.” I sit in a chair. By now, they have moved to the bed. The blonde is sucking my husband's cock. She is being sucked by the brunette, and, of course, my husband is eating the brunette's cunt. I am so hot watching them that I am now playing with my cunt and rubbing my nipples until I climax. The girls also climax, but my husband does not. The blonde finally turns to me and says, “He's ready now.” I go over to the bed and slowly let myself down on that wonderful prick. The girls are beside us, going down on each other. As I watch them and ride that cock I climax.

I have rambled on far too much I fear, but as some, of your other contributors have said, it's good to be able to tell someone. Detailed fantasies are still somewhat out of place at the coffee klatch.

I believe in your sincerity, but feel more comfortable signing only my first name.

Arlene

My Secret Garden
was a great book. I bought it by accident, and it turned out to be the best accident I ever had.

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I am married one and a half years, and I am happy now that I read
My Secret Garden.
See, my husband has an unusual problem that's driving me insane. He doesn't believe in any type of foreplay at all, except for himself. I have to do everything to him, but he won't excite me in any way. He just mounts me and slides in and out maybe four times, and he pulls out and comes. Sex lasts a total of three minutes if we are lucky. I asked numbers of times why he won't come inside of me, but never get any answer. I am told to lay still on the bed, and when I try to move along with him, he seems to have the idea only men are supposed to enjoy sex. I put up with this every day. When he goes to work I am so overjoyed. I found myself one day lying on the bathroom floor with my hairbrush, just thinking how it would be making love to my husband. It is so beautiful I have to do it almost every day now. I imagine us both climaxing together, and I almost go out of my mind with pleasure. Then I go to the store and look for other goodies to replace my hairbrush. So far I've had a hot dog, knockwurst, sausage, cucumber. I think I would die if he caught me, but I sometimes imagine him walking in, and it excites me even more.

Bunny writes that her lovemaking with her husband is

“always exciting and complete….” Although he is crippled and unable to walk, they have a son, and, “baby,” she proudly de-clares of her husband, “he has more energy than a young man when it comes down to fucking. We have a lot of fire and believe me, we burn it all up. The days of Zip Zam Thank You Ma'am are all over with.” Bunny's husband is as avid and experimental about sex as is Bunny herself, and yet in the very heart of Bunny's full erotic life, she names a frustration: she has always had a fantasy of making love to a woman. This is an important theme that runs through letter after letter in this book, from women in every sexual walk of life.

“Who knows better than a woman how to satisfy another woman?” I think that sentence haunts the bedroom of every woman who knows the fireworks oral sex can hold for her, but 136

whose lover is inexperienced, unskilled, or just downright reluctant about it. Even Bunny, who never implies any lack of ardor or skill to her husband in any sexual area, found it a thrilling experience. Describing what happened when, with her husband's willing consent and participation, she put her fantasy into practice, Bunny describes the feeling of having another woman go down on her: “She had a tongue that knew every spot there is to know on a woman.” Because Bunny does not call herself a lesbian, I do not consider her one. (The fact that she is married is not, of course, evidence either way.) Some lesbians are proud of the name.

Other women describe homosexual fantasies to me, but add the proviso that while they enjoy thinking about it, they nevertheless consider themselves heterosexuals. Bunny herself, in her enthusiasm and gusto for sex in all its forms, never seems to give the matter any thought at all – and I think she is probably the wisest of all.

Bunny

I have had fantasies for years, but never gave them a second thought until my husband and I began sharing them. Now fantasies are a part of our everyday life. It all began when my husband, I, and my son took a trip to Houston, Texas, in 1972, with two other couples. When we woke up the next morning, the women decided to go shopping. We walked for about six blocks, when a peep-show store caught my eyes. I always wanted to go into one of those shops, and being away from home, I felt more at ease walking into the place. So I asked the women would they go with me? One said okay, but the other one grabbed my little boy, who was two years old, and said no, I'm not going into that place (the poor woman should have gone; she might have learned something). I was really amazed at the books, dildos of all sizes, vibrators, and French ticklers that they had on display. I went around the store trying to pick out the best books, but naturally I only could look at the cover and use my own judgment, for the books were covered in transparent wrapping. So I picked out three books that I 137

thought would be enjoyable. I could not wait to get back to the room to open them. When I did, I could not believe my eyes.

Honey, those books had Me and my husband wondering what in the world had we been missing. My husband and I would look at them every chance we had. I really enjoyed the lesbian shows. When we make love, I tell my husband my fantasy about making love to a woman. Our lovemaking was always exciting and complete, and the thought of me eating a woman really aroused us more. So we made plans to get someone, to see how enjoyable it would really be. One night, a friend of ours came down. She is always talking about sex. I asked her if she ever had a woman eat her; she said no, but was indeed very curious about it. I told her about the plans me and my husband had made, and to my surprise, she was very willing. She undressed faster than we did. I had been curious for months about eating a woman, so here we were, all three of us lying there naked, and I wondering would I do a good job on her. I always knew I did a hell of a blow job on my husband, but, damn, eating a woman, shit what a difference, so I got to it. First I fondled with her breast, then slowly worked my way down with my tongue to her cunt. I opened it with a gentle touch, the way my husband opens me, ease in my hot tongue, and watched her face expression change to: Goddamn it's about time you got there! I ate her till my husband could take no more, and he began eating me. After we brought herd home, we got back in bed and started where we left off. Here I had eaten this chick and I enjoyed it, but there was a problem: I wanted a woman to eat me. We have this other friend who is just eighteen, but knows a lot about sex. She came down one night. My husband had company, so she came to the bedroom.

I was lying there with just my robe on watching the “Untouchables” when I felt her hand going under my robe. She is the type of person who says if you want something go after it, so I gathered she wanted my pussy, and baby she was welcome to it. She had experience. I could tell by the way her hands moved to my cunt, and she parted my lips so gently. She came closer to reach my neck and kiss it softly; then she slowly lowered her head to my pearl. Goddamn that bitch knew just what she was doing. And I enjoyed every minute or it. Then my husband 138

joined us. It was another threesome, but this time, the woman was eating me. She had a tongue that knew every spot there is to know on a woman.

I never believed that a woman could make me feel the excitement that I felt that very minute. My husband made love to me while she blew him. Then I made love to her, while my husband fucked me from behind; then he made love to her while I blew him; then we both made love to him, she blew him while I sucked his chest. Then he fucked both of us.

Now this fantasy that I love having is about my husband's old girl friend. From the minute I met her, I always liked her.

After three years of knowing her, I just found out from my husband that they were lovers before he met me. It has been a year since we saw her. She is in Europe now with her husband.

Ever since I had my husband tell me how he used to make love to her, I fantasize that she comes over, and we are drinking Vodka like we used to do. I ask her if she would like my husband to eat her, and how willing she is, so we all undress. My husband is always teasing people, so he begins making love to me first, knowing how excited she would get, blowing in my ears, biting my neck, licking all over my body, then slowly parting my lips and licking my cunt, then going to my pearl.

But never entering into my cunt. But then I feel a tongue entering inside of me, a long hot tongue licking every corner, catching every drop of juice that's dripping down. That chick really has her shit together, a tongue still on my pearl and a hot tongue slowly taking its time going around and around into my cunt. She and my husband give me a hell of a working over until I can't take anymore, now I need a fucking, so my husband gives her the dildo to put on. She is now working with it just at the tip of my cunt, every now and then she stabs me with it. My husband is sucking my breast and playing with my pearl. Now we begin to get more excited. She begins penetrat-ing inside of me with the dildo. I begin shouting I'm coming bitch, just keep on working inside of me. Then my husband starts making love to her. She begins kissing me and I her.

While my husband is eating her, she gets between my legs and slowly starts eating my cunt, and I start sucking my husband's prick, and we all come to climax together.

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Sometime me and my husband fantasize about four men holding us up and taking us into a shed, where they fuck me while my husband is tied up and can do nothing but watch.

One guy is eating me while the other one shoves his big black prick into my mouth. The other two lick all over my body. After they all eat me and I suck their pricks, a woman is brought in, and she begins to eat me, then I eat her. She is then brought over to my husband. He is untied and he begins to eat her. Now a German shepherd is brought in and he begins to lick my cunt and asshole. When his red penis begins to show, they insert it into me, and we begin fucking. Now my husband and that woman are doing sixty-nine. We all have reached our climax now, and everyone is beat as hell.

My husband and I have been married for three years.

I am twenty-five, and he is forty-eight. He is in a wheelchair, has been in one since 1949, and baby he has more energy than a young man when it comes down to fucking. We have a lot of fire, and believe me, we burn it all up. The days of Zip Zam Thank You Ma'am are all over with.

I really enjoyed your book.

One of Sherri's great frustrations is that she cannot share her fantasies with her husband: “… even after ten years of marriage, he still does not fully love me or trust me.” So she is silent about the waking dreams that might fill their bedroom hours with life.

Sherri's letter strikes a sympathetic chord in me; she makes me sigh at the barriers within us all. They cause so much wasted happiness, so much time lost. I do not see her husband as a cold-hearted villain as much as just one more person who feels he cannot trust what he does not know. The irony is that Sherri is ready – eager – to let him know her deepest thoughts; she wishes to display herself to him in all her nakedness. It is heartbreaking to realize that his distrust will make it highly unlikely for him ever to find out what her sexual fantasies are, and to enjoy them with her.

Ginger sounds more fortunate. She reports that she is learning to use her sexual fantasies to excite her husband. She se-140

lected two of the fantasies from
My
Secret Garden
and read them to him, “casually.” The result delighted her – “he got a hard-on.” Perhaps encouraged by this, Ginger's husband himself has begun making up fantasies. “Once,” she says happily,

“my husband
made-up a good airport fantasy.” Her underlined words are all the evidence we need to tell us the great pleasure she felt in sharing one of his inventions.

Ricky married the only man she had ever had intercourse with, but while her husband brought home quite “a few tricks” from his time with the Navy in the South Pacific and the Orient, she finds “After a while, even the most bizarre positions become boring.” Having known only one man in her life, she says she finds that “his feel, his mannerisms, are too familiar…. I am terribly curious if there is a noticeable difference between men…. I want to know so very much and plan to know no matter if I am married or not.” Apparently, she has not yet found out; in the meantime, she satisfies her desire for variety in fantasies instead.