The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (26 page)

I wished they were closer, that I could see better as I could only catch glimpses of his shaft, slippery and wet as she rose before slamming herself back down on him, impaling herself, grinding
into him while his fingers squeezed her flesh.

My cock was throbbing, wanting some sort of release. I couldn’t very well pull it out and jerk off there in the front garden. Anyway the more I watched the greater the desire so I snuck
off, didn’t confront them and headed off into the city. I was confused, didn’t know what I was thinking and why. There wasn’t anyone I could talk to; I’m married after all.
What could I say to someone? They’d be more shocked about me than finding out my wife was cheating on me.

I knew where a gay bar was and thought I’d go and check it out, you know, just to get the feel of the place, see if I could maybe get some answers to the questions running through my
brain.

I was surprised it was so packed. There were guys everywhere. Drinking, dancing and just sitting around talking. I was nervous and felt self-conscious so I moved over to the edge of the bar,
perched myself on a stool and ordered a drink. Before the drink arrived this guy came over, started some small talk. He didn’t look gay to me so we started chatting. His name was Frank. Next
thing you know we’ve downed half-a-dozen beers and we’re getting on like a house on fire.

Anyway I had to take a piss and asked him where the toilets were. He said he had to go too so we made our way through the crowd. It was bizarre. I think three guys groped my arse and I’m
sure one was lunging for my cock before he got pulled back. It made me feel good that someone, even if it was a man, was actually attracted to me.

They seemed like such a friendly lot, laughing and having a good time. There was no one in the toilets and when I flopped out my cock to piss, you should have seen the look on Frank’s
face. His eyes nearly popped and I must admit my chest swelled as his eyes devoured my member.

“Nice cock,” he said.

“Never had any complaints,” I laughed.

Next thing I knew he was on the floor sucking me off. I didn’t know what to do. It all happened so fast. My cock grew and grew as he gobbled me down. Boy, did he give good head. I could
feel my balls tighten as he looked up at me. I remembered how I felt when I was watching Brad and I thought, well, here’s my chance, so when he beckoned me into a cubicle, I thought why
not.

Before I had time to shut the door he had his trousers down to his ankles and was bending over, his arse cheeks wiggling at me as he whispered for me to hurry. I pulled his cheeks apart and his
puckered hole winked back at me. I thought it’s now or never and began to inch my knob in. Man, he was so tight. Once I got my knob in the rest was easy.

I was surprised at how easy it was and I loved my balls slapping against his arse as he pushed back. I gripped his hips, marvelling at his broad back, the tightness of his muscles. My hand moved
further around and I managed to grab his shaft. It nearly drove me wild and I found myself slapping at his thighs, his arse and in no time I was shooting my load, just as a couple of other guys
entered the toilets.

Zipping up my trousers I couldn’t believe what had just happened, what I’d stooped to. Fucking a guy in a toilet in a gay bar. It was the most out-of-character thing I’ve ever
done. I practically ran out of there, jumped into my car and drove home. The thing was I couldn’t stop thinking about how my shaft disappeared into his arse, how his muscles gripped my cock,
how fucking great it felt.

When I pulled up the driveway I wondered what to do about my wife. I’d completely forgotten about her and Brad, I was so caught up with myself. When I thought about it I realized
she’d been complaining a lot, saying our sex life was boring, so maybe it was my fault that she had turned to our neighbour.

An idea began simmering in my brain. Brad had once told me about a swingers club he went to. Said anything you’d ever thought of you could have there. I wondered if she’d be in it. I
wondered if I could fuck a guy while he was fucking her. The thought of it had my cock throbbing like crazy.

Yeah, that would be awesome. Or maybe another woman going down on her while I fucked her hot little pussy. I could see myself, my cock thick and hard, probing some other woman’s fat pussy
lips, sliding in, ramming into her while my wife looked on. Man, pre-come oozed from my slit. I hurried inside, found my wife relaxing in the spa and jumped in with her.

She was shocked when I suggested she bend over and I lather up her hole, give her a bit of a thrill. With suds clinging to her body, I soaped up my cock and with hardly any effort I slid right
in. She loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Before I knew it she’d turned into a tigress, slamming back into my groin, grinding her arse into my pelvis.

It was fucking amazing. We fucked our brains out all night, in every position imaginable. She asked what had happened, why I was doing stuff that she’d only ever fantasized about.

I never told her it was because I caught her and Brad. I thought me fucking Frank made up for it and I wasn’t sure how she’d react knowing I’d just fucked a guy, so I said
nothing, but I did hint that from now on she’d never know what surprises I’d come up with.

She giggled and threw her arms around me. Told me she loved the new me and to be honest so did I. There was so much I had to learn and I’m telling you it’s going to be fun finding
out what I’ve been missing out on.

I’d always been pretty conservative, maybe even a bit of a prude, so I suppose you could say that my wife having sex with our neighbour opened up a whole new chapter in my life.

I’m definitely not gay, but if the opportunity comes up for a threesome, or foursome, and nature takes its course, well, I’ll be happy to participate and see what else I can learn
but until then arse-fucking has become my favourite position.

Mary, Plymouth

Tom has been my boyfriend since college. He’s a very sweet, attentive guy, and he loves to buy me little gifts. The best one by far was the remote-controlled vibrator he
bought me for my birthday. I was totally confused when I opened the parcel; I just sat looking at this weird belt thing with what looked like a pager nestled next to it amongst the tissue paper. I
asked him what the hell I was supposed to do with it, but Tom just smiled and told me I was going to have the best birthday ever. He’d booked us a table at a really nice restaurant for that
evening, and he wanted me to wear the vibe. He said it would slip inside my knickers discreetly, and nobody would know it was there except me, and him. Then, he said, we’d go out for dinner
and he’d keep the remote. He would be completely in charge of my pleasure for the evening and, when I was least expecting it, he’d give me the orgasm of my life.

I had to admit that the idea sounded appealing. I’ve always enjoyed the feeling I get from a toy, and the thought of giving Tom the power to buzz me into oblivion at any moment was quite
arousing, but I definitely wasn’t prepared to go out in public with a vibrator stuffed down my pants. I wanted to know what he thought we’d do if someone heard it, or if people started
noticing what we were doing. It would be too embarrassing for words. Tom popped the batteries into the vibe and switched it on to show me how quiet it was, and he reminded me that restaurants
aren’t exactly the most silent of places. It took some wheedling, and even a little begging, but finally I agreed to wear it, on the condition that we wouldn’t switch the vibe on until
I felt ready.

Well, by the time we got to the restaurant that evening, I was feeling nervous. I had on my little black dress, with my black lace bra, knickers and stockings underneath, and the vibe belt on
underneath that. It slipped firmly, not too tight, around my hips, with the unit itself resting just between my pussy lips. If I squeezed my thighs together, I could feel the pressure of it rubbing
on my clit, and I was wishing we could have tested it out at home.

As I sat down, I was sure every other person in the restaurant knew what I had down my knickers. The people at the tables next to us were so close that I could have touched their elbows if I
pulled my chair out. I’d never felt as naughty.

We ordered our food and a bottle of wine, and Tom asked me how I was feeling. I said I was all right, and he asked if I wanted to turn the vibe on. I wanted to wait a bit more, but after a
couple of glasses of wine, I was less worried about it, so I excused myself to the ladies’ and went to turn the unit on. When I got back, I saw Tom grinning at me across the restaurant,
because he knew exactly what I’d been doing. I saw he had the remote in his hand, playing with it like it was a set of car keys or something, and I expected him to buzz me right there, but he
didn’t.

I sat down at the table again and it was like a normal meal, except I couldn’t keep my eyes off that remote. I asked Tom when he was going to do it, and he just smiled at me. I called him
a git and started eating my salad, and then I felt the vibrator start up. He didn’t run it for long, and it was very low, just a little tickle on my clit, but I nearly spat lettuce all over
the table.

Tom asked me if it felt good and I said yes. It was incredibly sexy to get that feeling sitting there in my posh frock, with all those other people around us, stuffing their faces and not having
a clue what we were doing. The thought turned me on more than the vibe, and I was going to ask Tom to turn up the speed, but he shut it off again. It was then that I realized what his game was. He
told me, in a very low voice, so the other diners couldn’t hear us, that it wasn’t the vibrator that was going to make me come, it was him.

All the way through the main course, Tom kept giving me little thrills with the vibe, just a few seconds at a time, and I had my work cut out not to gasp every time I felt it buzzing against my
clit. I could feel myself getting wetter, and the anticipation was incredible. I could see Tom was getting really worked up. To anyone else’s ears, we were carrying on a perfectly normal
conversation about work, talking about Tom’s chances for a promotion that was coming up, but he kept making little comments to me in a low voice, only for me. He kept telling me what a dirty
girl I was, getting so horny in the middle of a posh restaurant. He kept pointing out people that he said were looking, and he told me he could tell how turned on I was just from the look on my
face.

I could feel myself blushing, but I didn’t feel embarrassed any more. All I could think about, all the way through dessert, was how much I wanted to push all the plates and glasses off the
table and just bend over it and have him fuck me right there, in front of everybody. Tom asked me what I was thinking and I told him, leaning forwards so I could whisper to him. My breasts brushed
the tablecloth and my nipples were so hard and sensitive by this time that I thought I was going to explode. Tom said he wished we could fuck like that too, but we both knew there was no chance. He
said he was going to the loo and to pay the bill so we could go home, and I said I’d wait while he did.

I didn’t realize that the vibe’s remote had such a range, but he must have buzzed me from the gents’, because Tom wasn’t anywhere in sight when I got the most amazing
sensation in my pussy. The vibe buzzed so hard I was sure it must be the loudest thing in the restaurant, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. I was dripping wet, but it just kept pounding
against my clit. I caught my breath, grabbed hold of the edge of the table and hung on. I knew if it kept up I wouldn’t be able to keep from coming, and I could feel myself breathing faster.
I started to grind my hips against the chair, and I was really aware of all the other people, but I could feel the climax coming up on me like a big wall of water, totally inevitable.

Tom was standing by the door, watching me, with his hand in his pocket. I turned my head slightly and I could just see him smiling at me as I came in a great big rush. I know I was panting, and
I could feel my come soaking my knickers, making my thighs wet. I wriggled in my seat as my body trembled with little aftershocks, and the vibe stopped just as it was becoming painful on my
oversensitive clit. I was amazed that no one looked at me.

Tom crossed the restaurant and stood behind me. “I think you’re about ready, aren’t you?” he said, touching my shoulder.

If I’d been able to stand up, I would have hit him. He slipped my coat on as I got to my feet and whispered, “Dirty girl,” into my ear. By the time we got into the taxi I was
getting horny again, and he played with the remote the whole journey home until I thought I was going to pass out.

That night, we fucked like we hadn’t done for ages. I don’t know if it was the excitement or the naughtiness of using the vibe in public, or putting myself completely in Tom’s
hands, but it did something pretty incredible for us. That evening in the restaurant was the first orgasm I’d ever had in public, but it hasn’t been the last. These days, we use the
remote vibe at work, in the pub, out shopping . . . anywhere, any time. I never imagined being completely in his hands could be so much fun!

Selena, USA

When I was nineteen I went through a phase that I can only attribute to some kind of raging hormone imbalance. I was plagued with a physical disorder that had my sexual
appetites skyrocketing out of control. My mind was dominated night and day with thoughts of sex and of ways to try to relieve myself of this tormenting sexual hunger.

I masturbated several times a day but the relief I got from it was short-lived and I constantly felt the gnawing need for something more.

I was so afraid an overpowering temptation would cause me to prostitute myself to some irresponsible, horny dork that would get me pregnant or give me some gruesome disease. So far I had not
succumbed to that. I knew all about sex, or at least all one could know without having done it. I’d just never trusted anyone enough to let him fuck me. What I am about to tell you happened
during the time I was having the aforementioned sexual problem. At that time my mother, who is assistant to the mayor of Green’s Bluff where we live, was engaged to Alex Bromwell, a
moderately wealthy man a few years her senior. He was and is an attractive, distinguished-looking man as well as a somewhat reserved, dignified gentleman. I was and am very fond of him. Until now I
have never revealed this to a single soul, mainly because I promised Alex I would keep it our secret.