Naughty Secrets (6 page)

My then-boyfriend knew about my past so he went very slowly and was really understanding. He didn’t rush me or force me into
anything, just kissed me very slowly from head to toe. He massaged me and touched every part of my body. It may have not been
very good by someone else’s standards, but to me it was the best just because he was so considerate of what I had been through.

Afterward we held each other and talked and then eventually did it all again. We stayed up all night just making love and
cuddling and enjoying being together. He replaced all those bad memories with thoughts of a night of wonderful loving.

A long time ago there was a secretary at work. Even though we were both partnered we’d been flirting for months. After the
Christmas party that year I gave her a ride home and we ended up parking. We did all kinds of stuff, from oral to several
creative positions with each of us reaching several orgasms. It was wicked, bad, and wrong—and yet so right. We met three
more times and she gave me excellent oral each time. We also shared great anal sex.

On what we agreed would be the final time she asked that we do it in her boss’s office. I will never forget the sight of her
perfect ass bent over her boss’s desk. She was wearing garters with lace-top black stockings, and the sight of lifting her
skirt and revealing all that was incredible.

My best, although there are lots, was a night of real lovemaking, licking, rubbing, and kissing each other all over, watching
each other’s reactions, engrossed in giving one another pleasure. It had started with just a kiss, but once we kissed, we
couldn’t stop. It was slow and sensual. I think it was so great because it was all about making each other feel good, and
showing one another how much we loved giving each other pleasure.

I once had a very turbulent secret sexual relation with a colleague from the office, a twenty-six-year-old dark-skinned girl
from Malaysia. She was really attractive and sexy with soft skin and coarse, dark pubic hair.

One day we fucked for several hours outdoors in the long grass in a fruit orchard. I took her that day in every possible way.
She gave me blow jobs and I made her come with my mouth and fucked her with my tongue. What was best was that at the end of
the day she decided she wanted to blow me, have me come in her mouth, and swallow. I kissed her madly and we both shared my
come. This is the most intense sexual experience I ever had.

My girlfriend and I went to a nightclub for drinks and a dance one evening. She had on a tight top with a full-length zipper
and a tiny little swishy skirt. I asked her to zip the top up only half way so, since she didn’t wear a bra, I could see her
tits jiggle. Wow, did they. When she danced I could clearly see her big, hard nipples. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, I
was able to play with her cunt on the dance floor by pulling up the front of her skirt. On the way home she undid her top
all the way and played with her tits while I watched.

Later, while I tried to drive, she pulled up her skirt and masturbated to orgasm. Well, I had to stop at the side of the road
at the airport so she could give me a nice head job.

Probably the first time my wife sucked me off would qualify. She put a little too much suction on and I think she sucked out
some of my brain cells.

Actually, the best sex that I’ve ever had is a toss-up between masturbating and a lover I had about five years ago. He was
seven years younger than I was and he really knew what to do and how to do it. It was great because it was the first time
I was given oral sex and he knew just how to do it. He licked and sucked until I was dripping wet, then made me come like
I’d never come before.

I lost a bet with my husband one day several years ago. I don’t even remember what we bet on, but had I won he’d agreed to
do the housework for me while I sat and did whatever I pleased. If I lost I had agreed that he could do whatever he wished
to me for one night. Well, I lost, and he chose to give me an enema, then have anal sex with me.

I’d always refused his requests for anal sex because it was embarrassing and I thought it would be icky. He was intuitive
enough to have figured out that I really wanted to try, but was afraid of making a mess. The enemas he gave me while he played
with my clit and put a vibrator in my vagina made me incredibly hot so that, when he lubed his cock and slowly entered my
ass, it felt exciting, with little pain. We play like that often now.

My lover and I did it on my former boss’s office desk while the cleaning lady was in the outside office. I had on a two-piece
suit with stay-up stockings and high heels but we were so hot for each other we couldn’t wait. He opened my blouse, unhooked
the front clip of my bra, then pushed up my skirt, unzipped his pants, and rammed into me. My lover was pumping me really
hard and my tits were bouncing when we both exploded.

Afterward we had to attend a retirement party for one of our colleagues and my boss was there. All through dinner my lover
and I couldn’t stop looking at each other, the smell of sex still on our bodies. He told me later that all he could think
of during the meal was me, lying across that desk with my tits bouncing and my legs wrapped around his neck. That was just
one of the many “best sex” scenes we have shared.

Although I have had great sex with my boyfriend of eighteen months, I’d have to say the best sex was with someone I’d been
wanting for a long time.

In my senior year of college—before I even knew what an orgasm was—I’d been having an ongoing flirtation with a guy. He was
adorable—dimples, perfect smile, broad shoulders, great body, funny—and he made no move to hide the fact that he was attracted
to me also. Finally, about a week before I graduated, we had sex—crazy, I’ve-been-wanting-you-forever sex. No orgasm for me—like
I said, I didn’t know how to yet—but damn, it was good.

I have spoken with him a few times since, but I never did anything else with him. I think that’s part of the attraction: a
long-awaited consummated flirtation, never to be repeated. Makes it kind of sacred.

The best sex I ever had was a couple of years after we were married. One night out of the blue, as we finished the dinner
dishes and in what seemed like slow motion, my husband came up behind me, gently pressed his front onto my back and pushed
me up against the kitchen counter. One arm slid around my waist while the other reached out with my hand to turn the light
off. Our fingers entwined and he wrapped them around my waist, too.

He softly and gently kissed my neck and shoulders until my knees got weak and my skin was warm and tingly. Then he slowly
turned me around and moved his kisses to my mouth. He lifted me onto the counter, unbuttoned my sweater, and un-hooked my
bra (do guys go to school to learn how to do that one-handed in a second?). Sweet warm kisses landed on my nipples with that
little bite he does to make my back arch.

He scooped me up and settled me on the gliding rocker in the nearby family room. Sliding my pants and panties off in one swift
motion, he started to kiss and suck my toes, quickly working his way up my legs until he was between my thighs. I was aching
for him to touch my clit and when he did I came right away. He entered me and, after a few kisses, I came again. The gliding
motion from the chair was nice for him too. Eventually we wore out that chair but we just could not find another spot like
it.

One night when I got off work at about one in the morning I walked in to find my house lit just with candles. My favorite
cocktail was sitting on the table next to a pretty nightie and a note that said, “Put this on.” I collapsed on the couch totally
tired and not really in the mood for loving. I was sad to be disappointing him, but then his hands slid over my shoulders
with the cool sensation of gardenia-scented lotion. I love gardenias.

He didn’t say anything but continued to massage me until I was about to doze. Eventually I found myself on the floor on my
favorite mink blanket. I hadn’t even noticed how wet I had become but he sure did and worshiped me with his tongue until I
couldn’t take any more. We spent the rest of the night reaching one peak after the next and woke up cuddled together on the
floor, wonderfully exhausted.

T
he best answer I got was from a fifty-six-year-old woman. She wrote:

I cannot conceive of it ever being bad.

Bravo for her! Most of us, however, have had unfortunate experiences. Many of those who answered mentioned a time when one
or the other wasn’t in the mood. Making love when it’s just not right at that moment is a drag.

Quickies also rank up there. What’s a quickie? Sex that doesn’t last long enough to satisfy one partner or the other. Leaving
someone “hanging” is really poor.

For me, I have two, both during the one-night-stand period between my divorce and my relationship with Ed.

The first was with the professor of a weekend course I took. We ended up in a hotel room and it was really quick. I don’t
remember the sex part but what I do remember is that he never took off his undershirt or his socks. Why the socks remained
I don’t know, but he told me that he loved to embarrass his cleaning lady with the semen stains on his T-shirt. Needless to
say, he told me this afterward. Had I known what a jerk he was I wouldn’t have… Actually I probably would have, since in those
days, I was keeping count of how many men wanted to go to bed with me. After my divorce, with my self-esteem at a low point,
it seemed important that men find me attractive enough for sex.

During that period I spent an evening with another man who told me in pretty graphic terms that he was “well hung.” I guess
he thought I’d get a thrill out of his oversize equipment. Unfortunately he thought his size made up for a lack of foreplay.
I was still dry, and his oversize penis never really fit. Suffice it to say, I ended up at my gynecologist’s office, abraded
and very sore. Since this was before AIDS and I was on the pill we had not used a condom, so the doctor gave me a shot of
penicillin for good measure.

I have to relate one other story. I was in college and my then-boyfriend and his best friend were both members of the ROTC.
They went off for six weeks of summer training and both my soon-tobe hubby and his friend were super horny when they returned.
The friend and his girl, having no place to make love, ended up in the woods, doing it on the grass. They found out afterward
that they had been lying in a patch of poison ivy. We all laughed about it later— much later. They said they didn’t know which
was worse, the terrible itchy rash or trying to explain to their parents how they got it.

Here are some of the “worst times” sent in by the respondents to my survey.

I had a really lame one-nighter with a guy three years younger than I was. We fumbled and messed it all up—it was a total
joke. He came in about five seconds and I wasn’t excited at all. To this day I don’t know why I was even there in the first
place. I was really confused about who I was but that’s no real excuse. I think even today he would still suck!!!

I should have known that he was just an incredibly selfish lover because he was a bad kisser. He climbed on before I was even
remotely close to ready, and didn’t really care whether I was turned on at all. He barked out orders assuming I wanted only
to please him. First and last time with him.

The first guy I ever had intercourse with was the
worst
. I was eighteen and the guy was twenty-six. He was very selfish! At the time I had no idea how bad a lover he was… now I
do and I feel sorry for him! I never climaxed when I was with him. He was a Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am kind of guy. As long
as he got off he couldn’t care less how I felt. There was no real foreplay, nothing to make it fun for me! The saddest thing
about the entire experience was that I thought it was normal. I thought all the things I’d read and heard were fairy tales.
Fortunately I’ve learned otherwise since.

I’m almost six feet tall, overweight, with large breasts and a sizable ass but I don’t mind it at all. It’s who I am and that’s
that.

I had a one-night stand several years ago with a guy I had talked to frequently but only dated once. After we made love— no,
fucked
would be a better term—he said that he had never been with a big woman before and was just experimenting. He made it clear
that sex was very different with a larger woman and his tone said clearly that he didn’t like it. To hell with him!