The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (16 page)

We decided it really
was
time to get some sleep and the next day we pretty much spent in bed, getting up only to grab whatever was quick to eat. Of course, even a quick meal wasn’t
quick that weekend because we walked around naked the entire time. While I was tearing apart lettuce for our sandwiches she was on the floor in front of me, licking me and distracting me until I
couldn’t stand it any longer. The sandwiches were forgotten for a while as I helped her onto one of the kitchen counters.

When we got tired (or felt like we needed new ideas) we watched the videos yet again and ended up either in her bed or in the hot tub. She was like a woman on fire (and so was I) and we
couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

She took me out to dinner Saturday night and we said sexy things to each other and secretly groped each other while sitting in our booth and by the time we left the restaurant (with most of our
food taken “to go”) we couldn’t wait to get naked with each other again.

When we got back to her house and were standing in her bedroom she stopped me and said, “Wait a minute. I want to undress you.”

With the light from the patio coming through the windows in her bedroom I stood there as she slowly undressed me and laid me on her bed. All her clothes were still on at that point. Then she
made love to me while she remained fully dressed. It remains one of the sexiest moments
ever
in my life.

She had lain next to me on the bed and I don’t know that there was one inch of my body that remained untouched by her tongue or her fingers. My very skin was quivering from want and
need.

She kissed my toes and made her way up, kissing the backs of my knees and running her tongue up the inside of my thighs. I wanted to scream for release, and I
did,
when it finally
came.

After that I slowly undressed her and did the same to her (although I wasn’t clothed), so I could feel
her
quiver and hear
her
moan.

We made love on her living room floor with the street lights shining in on us and where anyone who might want to peek in the windows could see us.

She lay on the piano bench for me while I knelt beside it and she had me actually lie
on top
of the piano for her.

We took a shower together and stayed in there giving each other orgasms until the water turned cold, then headed out to the hot tub to warm up again.

As we sat in the hot tub together that last time I said to her, “You do know that you will have to get my butt prints off the piano before your family gets home, right?” And we both
laughed.

“I have a surprise for you,” I told her finally. I had her lie on the bed and instructed her to keep her eyes closed and not peek until I told her it was all right to look. I went
into the bathroom, then came out and said, “You can open your eyes now.”

“What is
that
?” she said wide-eyed when she saw me.

“It’s called a strap-on dildo,” I told her. “My ex-husband got it for me as a joke and I picked it up when I got the videos. I was just going to
show
it to you,
but I think I have a better idea now.”

I slid up next to her on the bed and, whispering to her, I told her that I was going to make sure she was ready for me before I continued. I kissed her and licked her and sucked her sensitive
spots until she was begging for release.

Then I straddled her and, while holding her legs closed with mine, rubbed the dildo across her clitoris until I could tell that she was close to climaxing.

There was no lubrication problem, of course. She was pretty ready for anything at that point. Moving my legs between hers to get her to open them, I then slowly inserted the dildo. Impatient and
excited, she reached around, grabbed my ass and pulled me close to her and let out a sigh when the dildo was fully inside her.

I pulled back and slowly pumped the dildo. I watched her face and she, opening her eyes and looking at me, pulled my face close to hers to kiss me deeply.

I pumped a couple more of times but also did a little grinding motion with my pelvis, and she moaned.

I could tell by her breathing that she was starting to come, and I let her guide my actions. Her hands pushed and pulled me and she thrust her hips up to meet my motions and then finally, when I
had worked up a fine glistening of sweat on my body, I heard her cry out, “OH MY GOD!”

I knew I had just given her the first vaginal orgasm she had ever had and that was a pretty good feeling.

We lay in bed, holding each other, and she told me that she wanted to try wearing the dildo and “doing” me. I fitted it onto her and let her take charge at that point.

She said she wanted to take me in the hot tub, so we went outside, and I assured her that I didn’t care what the hot water might do to the harness; she could do whatever she wanted.

She knelt on the bottom of the hot tub and had me sit on the dildo and she was slow and she was loving and I had the idea that this was something she had often thought of, although she probably
never thought her fantasy would be fulfilled by another
woman.

After we dried off we lay in her big bed once more and caught a few hours of sleep while holding each other. Our “breakfast” that Sunday morning when we woke up was eaten in the
sixty-nine position.

All good things must come to an end, and that weekend did, too. I left before her son and husband got home, reminding her that she had to clean the “butt prints” off the piano and we
held each other and kissed before I grabbed my videos and dildo and left for my drive home.

The next day at work she told me that her husband had said, “What the heck did you two do all weekend? You look like you’ve hardly slept at all.”

She said she had answered, “Oh, just girly things.”

And I laughed and smiled because I realized she never suspected that I agreed to spend the weekend with her just so that I could seduce her.

Peter, Dorset

Do you remember the 1960s? I suspect that if you do, you won’t want to admit to being that old! Or maybe you just go along with that saying, “If you can remember
the sixties you didn’t party hard enough!”

Some of it is a blur now but really that’s only because most of the time not a lot happened to me worth remembering. But when I was twenty in 1969 that changed – with a bang!

I met this girl, her name was Susie and she was eighteen. She was a pretty girl, nice legs and great breasts. She dyed her hair peroxide blond, fashionable at the time, and overall she was quite
a looker. It was winter so she wore this maxi coat which didn’t give a lot away but, when it swung open, you would have sworn at first sight that she was wearing nothing below the waist, her
ultra-micro miniskirt being just that, as short as she could get, and her long legs in flesh-coloured tights, or sometimes entirely bare, just an encouragement to fantasize.

She lived at home with her mother whom I met when I went round to pick up Susie for our first date. Her mother was nice, friendly and welcoming. I reckoned she had been quite a looker at
Susie’s age; still was, really. A far more curvy figure than Susie, she was at a guess late thirties. Her breasts were large and well shaped from what little I could see, and her bottom was
full and lushly curved. Dark haired as Susie would have been without the peroxide bleach, her skin was smooth cream contrasting with dark eyes and scarlet lips.

Susie and I went to the pictures on that first date; we saw
The Virgin Soldiers.
Actually, I didn’t pay much attention to the film; after it had started I held Susie’s hand in
her lap and soon felt her urging my fingers up her thigh and under that short piece of material she called a skirt and into her panties. Well, after that any film, no matter how good, was going to
take second place. Luckily it was a weekday evening and the cinema wasn’t crowded so we were alone in that row towards the back. Later, we went back to my car and parked down a local
lovers’ lane she knew and finished the job, so to speak.

She was never less than willing.

So it went on: normal boy–girl dating, heavy petting and, more often than not, boy–girl bonking.

After a few dates, I found I was going round to her house more frequently even when Susie herself wasn’t there: still at work or out with girlfriends (she
said
and I
hoped
!).
Thing was, as a woman on her own, Susie’s mother managed well but some jobs she just couldn’t do. Little day-to-day things like refixing a loose door on a kitchen cabinet, changing a
high-up light bulb when the old one had got jammed in the socket, repairing some electrical appliance like a kettle with a blown element or a vacuum cleaner with a broken wire in the plug.

Susie’s mother was always very grateful for my time and effort and I didn’t mind.

Then one day Susie rang to say her mother was ill and asking to see me. I couldn’t understand why particularly; I hadn’t been due to go round that evening as I had work I needed to
catch up on at home but I went anyway. Susie took me up to her mother’s bedroom where she was lying down with just a dim table light to break the gloom. Susie said her mother had these spells
of illness now and again, like a very bad migraine, and she was just getting over this one that had lasted two or three days. Then she left us alone.

I went over to the bed and said, “Hello,” and “How are you feeling now?” – the usual stuff. Susie’s mother hauled herself up onto the pillow and I smelled
this attractive perfume, seemed fresh so I guessed she’d maybe just put it on. Well, she said she was a lot better but had wanted to see me to thank me again for the jobs I had done on her
behalf as she had had a sudden morbid fear that she had been imposing on me and that I wouldn’t want to come again and she wanted to put that right. I said no, I was fine about these little
jobs. I had no problem with helping her out.

As we spoke, the bedclothes slid down her chest and I saw that I was right about the size and voluptuousness of her breasts. Her nightie was really low cut and those torpedoes were just aimed
right at me under the thin material.

I tried hard to look just at her face but I think I wasn’t too successful.

She held my hand while we chatted and it seemed to me she was feeling a little better every minute. I got her some orange juice from the kitchen and, when I came back, I noticed that some
buttons at the front of her nightdress that I could have sworn were secured earlier, had now mysteriously become undone. As she leaned forwards to sip the juice without either spilling it or
choking, those pert boobs almost did an escapology act all of their own.

I began to feel feverish myself then.

After we finished chatting, I went back downstairs to Susie and I had her on the couch, on her back with her miniskirt up round her waist and panties off on the floor before she could draw
breath. And I was in her, so hard and all, before she was really ready. But I just had to; I would have exploded otherwise.

And it wasn’t Susie I was thinking of.

So, going back to what I was saying earlier. As we lay there, my fingers on her and in her, my lips to her nipples and my other hand caressing her soft, brunette hair, we heard the front door
slam.

“Oh God,” said Susie’s mother, “Susie’s back early. Better look respectable, lover!”

So that’s my confession. It’s one I was afraid I would have to make to Susie sometime but fortunately she never found out. It was every young man’s dream: an experienced older
woman to guide him and teach him and a younger girl, too! I never forgot what I learned then and I hope I’ve put it to good use since!

Roxanne, Michigan

Sometimes my sexual urges seem to go into overdrive and I want to do something naughty. Usually I keep them under control because I don’t want to do anything stupid.
There are many times I have satisfied my urges by getting wild and completely uninhibited with my husband, Steve. Yet there are times when nothing seems to put out that fire and I just have to wait
it out until the urge goes away.

This was one of those times. For days I was out-of-control horny. I pounced on Steve every chance I got. He loved it but started asking what had got into me. One night after we had wild sex, we
were lying in bed. I tried to delicately explain the situation. I did not want him to freak out or get mad.

“I want to do something wild,” I said to him.

“Wild how?” he asked.

“Sexy wild, I want to live out a fantasy,” I told him.

He looked curious, but a little hesitant when he asked, “What fantasy?”

“I want to be with two men at the same time.”

“What?” He looked upset. I knew it, I had gone too far. I shouldn’t have told him.

“Honey, it’s not that you aren’t good enough. I have always been curious. You’ve been with two women in the past, I’ve had a threesome before with a guy and another
woman, but I’ve never been with two men at the same time. It is just something I want to try.” I tried to smooth things out but he stopped me.

“I’m not upset, just really surprised,” he said. “I never thought you would say something like that. I don’t know what to think right now. I don’t know if I
like the idea of sharing you with another man. I’ll have to think about it.”

“OK, babe. You think about it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Then he rolled over and fell asleep.

I did not bring up the topic again and neither did he. I guessed he had made up his mind and I was not going to push the issue. I wished I had never even mentioned it to him.

That weekend I woke up late Saturday morning and Steve was gone. That’s not unusual: I always slept in on Saturdays and Steve liked to get up early and go fishing. When I went into the
kitchen to get some coffee there was an envelope on the kitchen island. I opened it. There was a hotel key card and a note from Steve that said to meet him at the hotel that night at 7
o’clock.

I was really curious. What is he up to? I wondered. I showered and got some things together to take to the hotel. I gave myself a quick manicure and pedicure and called the salon so I could get
a touch up on my bikini wax. Whatever he had planned I wanted to look great. I also stopped at a lingerie store to pick out something really special to wear for the evening. Steve probably had
something really romantic planned.