The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (34 page)

At first, the only sounds I could hear were the crackle of the fire and our own laboured breaths. Then the clapping started, followed up with some wolf whistles. Tony chuckled and rolled off me,
then climbed to his feet to bow to the mostly naked assembly. Almost everyone had separated into their own small fuck groups, but I guess our threesome had still been the centre stage, so to speak.
I ignored the drunken crowd, content to just lie there comatose on Ryan’s body.

Tony bent down and lifted me into his arms, nixing that plan. “The lusty lady will be performing again in twenty minutes, people.” More hollering and whistles. “Only this time
it will be a twosome,” he whispered, before taking my mouth in the most unbelievably erotic kiss. His tongue was liquid sex as it traced my mouth, flicking against my upper lip suggestively,
before thrusting inside in a wild rhythm I recognized all too well. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you, babe,” Tony broke away to say, “but you couldn’t
seem to tear your eyes away from the beach boy. So tonight, I thought I’d share in on a little of his action . . . hope you didn’t mind.”

I lay limp in his arms and gazed up at him in surprise. Did he really need to ask? As I was about to respond, Ryan gained his feet.

“That was great, babe,” he said, giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze on his way over to Sara’s current threesome.

I guess he hadn’t had his fill of her yet. Rather than disappointment, I felt only satisfaction at the sight of his retreating back.

Don’t get me wrong, he was great. And both of them together were lethal. I can honestly say I’ve never had better sex in my life. But I found myself hurrying Tony along as he carried
me down to the lake for a quick clean up before our next show.

Turns out tall, dark and handsome flicks my switches, too. Who knew?

Rowan, Johannesburg

I see the statement once again in a magazine I’m reading and it takes me back to our courting days: “I’m not a virgin, I don’t cook and if you think
I’m going to take that thing in my mouth you can think again.”

Jenni had actually said that to me, soon after we became an item. I think it must be a kind of policy summary for single girls.

We were getting along well, enjoying each other’s company and the sex was great. I was beginning to think Jenni had long-term potential. She was attractive with a slender figure, small
breasts, long, shapely legs and for me, sexiest of all, was her look of wholesome respectability. That the look was purely superficial was an added bonus.

My reaction must have shown. Her “If you don’t like it you know what to do” showed a touch of overconfidence, I thought.

She’d got it from one of those women’s magazines. I’d read it too. “Well, I didn’t expect you to be a virgin and you can always learn to cook. It’s the other
one that worries me.”

“Surely two out of three isn’t bad?”

I had to laugh. “It’s not good. You got a fail on the important one.”

“Well, that’s my boundary.”

“Why put it out of bounds?”

“Because it’s distasteful.”

“Hmm. Well, if that’s your boundary I suppose I have to respect it.”

“Of course.”

Smug complacency was creeping in. It was time to be cruel. “But ‘not ever’ is too long for me, Jen. I’m not going the rest of my life without that sublime experience now
and again.”

That got rid of the smug complacency but it took a moment for the words to sink in. “Are you dumping me?”

“No. Let’s just say it’s by mutual agreement.”

“You bastard!”

“Don’t be like that, Jen. We should just acknowledge that we’re incompatible.”

“No. It’s blackmail.”

“Please, Jen. Isn’t it better to –”

“If I don’t let you stick your prick in my mouth you won’t go out with me.” Her voice was becoming shrill.

She was happy enough for me to stick it in her cunt, I thought. I was starting to get irritated with her. I was getting another side of sweet little Jennikins.

“If that’s not blackmail then what is?”

“Tell me, Jen. When you said ‘not ever’ did you mean it literally?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well then.”

“Well then what? It’s not meant for going in a girl’s mouth. It’s unnatural.”

“Fair enough. I’ll never put my prick in your mouth ever. Other girls think differently.”

“Why are you so keen on it?”

“Have you ever thought how short a man’s climax is compared to what a woman can experience?”

She obviously hadn’t; not until then when she did think about it. I knew for a fact that Jenni was multi-orgasmic, provided I kept going long enough.

“Yes. I suppose so. So what?”

“Well, that’s the way men are made and you can’t change it. But with oral sex there’s a special intense quality to the climax that makes up for its brevity.”

“Oh.” She was thinking about it.

“I don’t know if it’s the same for all guys but it certainly is for me. In some ways it’s almost too much. A man only needs it now and again but it is special. Fond of
you as I am, it’s not a pleasure that I would deny myself. Not for ever.”

That had given her something to think about. Of course it was mostly bullshit but a blow job is a particularly nice way to come and it had been all too rare an event in my life to date. Besides
I think any woman worth her salt should give her man a blow job now and again.

“I didn’t know that. You may have a point.”

“No. I’m not going to force you to do anything you find distasteful. Not every girl does. Some even like doing it. They see it as a special gift from them to their man.”

She looked like she didn’t believe me.

“Look, a prick isn’t dirty or unclean. Especially seeing as my mother had my foreskin cut off for you. Perhaps you tried it on someone who wasn’t up to the mark with his
personal hygiene?”

She looked shy. “I did try it once and gagged on it.”

“Pity. You should make sure that the guy is lying on his back so you can control the penetration.”

She was thinking frantically. Her hopes of a white wedding were fading fast. If we broke up she’d have to start from scratch all over again and she didn’t want to do that.
“Look, this is all something new and I need to think about it. Can you give us both some time before you . . . you do anything we might both regret?”

“All right, Jenni, but know that I mean what I say. If you really don’t ever want to do it it’s better to acknowledge it now. A messy divorce in a few years’ time would
be a lot worse.” There was a hint of marriage implicit in that last remark. Perhaps that would help swing the balance.

I wouldn’t have been so hard-assed about it except that she’d been so cocky saying she’d never do it. She’d brought it up in the first place as if she were challenging
me. At heart I’m a nice guy and in the past I’d often let girls win those little challenges they come up with. They don’t appreciate it. They think you’re soft, not man
enough to control them. They don’t really want their man to lose the challenges they set. Now that I’d confronted her with it, Jenni was reconsidering her “immutable”
boundary.

I put down the magazine and smiled. The compromise we came up with had been on special occasions: birthdays and anniversaries, Christmas and St Valentine’s.

Jenni’s happy about it too. As she brags to her friends, “My husband never forgets a birthday or our anniversary.”

Susy, Buckinghamshire

It was my husband’s birthday and as he has everything he could possibly want or need I was struggling with ideas for a present. One night we were lying in bed watching
one of our favourite porn movies when he stated how horny it was watching me sucking his hard cock while watching two women licking and fingering each other’s pussies. This gave me an
idea.

Now other than the occasional fumble at school I have always been straight. Yet there is something about the shape of a woman’s body that turns me on. I love it when my husband has been
licking my wet cunt and then shoves his tongue into my mouth. I get so hot and wet sucking my juices from his face, or his cock. I found a local adult friend finder website and created an account.
I thought I would have problems finding a woman who was prepared to join a couple in the bedroom who wouldn’t want to be fucked by the husband. I was wrong. I placed the advert with the
headline “Lesbian wanted must be willing to join couple and love the taste of come . . .” Within two days I had over twenty responses. I looked through the photos and found one woman
who got me wet just looking at her. The thought of having my first real lesbian experience with my husband joining in got me so hot I had to thrust two fingers into my hot wet cunt and make myself
come. I couldn’t resist tasting my fingers after I’d come.

I emailed the woman, Jo, and after a couple of emails discussing what we would both like and dislike our emails became hotter and hotter until one night we met up online and were having such a
filthy conversation I jumped on my husband, taking his cock deep into my mouth as soon as he walked in through the door. Before he had even taken his coat off I was bent over the stairs with his
hot cock pounding my dripping cunt.

His birthday arrived and I had booked a hotel for the night halfway between our home and Jo’s. The plan was that my hubby and I would go out for a meal and then we would go back to our
room where I would instruct my hubby to go take a shower and make sure his cock was clean for a great sucking. I would say that I was going downstairs to get a bottle of champagne.

Before I went I decided that to be sure he was in for a real surprise I would gently tie his wrists to the bedpost with some silk scarves and blindfold him. I told him to lie there and wait for
me to return. He did object slightly, but when I told him that if he did this for me I would suck his hard cock with champagne in my mouth he agreed. This is one of his favourite kinds of blow job.
He loves the way I swill the bubbles around the head of his cock.

I left him alone tied to the bed and went to the bar to collect not only the champagne but Jo as well. We kissed deeply as soon as the lift doors had closed. This was our first meeting in person
and neither of us was disappointed. It took all of our self-control not to strip each other in the lift. As we entered the room Jo was silent as she had promised. I told my hubby I had the
champagne and that I hoped he was ready for the best birthday present ever. I dropped my clothes to the floor and Jo did the same. As we both stood there in nothing but our stockings and basques I
could feel my cunt getting hot and wet. I took a mouthful of champagne and went down on my hubby. He started to moan as I swirled the bubbles around the head of his cock with my tongue. I gently
stroked his balls and rubbed his asshole with a finger of my other hand. He began to fuck my face. At that moment I felt Jo kneel down on the edge of the bed and begin to rub my clit. I almost came
in an instant. It was so hot having my face fucked and my clit rubbed by another woman. I let out a deep moan. This really excited him as I felt his huge cock grow even larger. He commented that
although sucking him normally turned me on it never usually got me this hot.

I decided it was time to give him his true birthday present. I took my mouth away from his cock and kissed up his body, holding his hard member in my hand until I reached his face. I kissed him
deep and hard. At that moment I felt Jo insert two fingers deep into my soaking wet cunt. I reached up and untied my hubby’s wrists and slowly untied his blindfold. I then said, “Happy
Birthday!” His face looked confused for a moment, then he saw Jo as she stood up beside the bed, grabbed my hips and turned me over. She shoved her face between my legs and began lapping at
my cunt hungrily. I saw the look of confusion change to surprise then passion within a couple of seconds. I begged him to fuck my face hard but not to come as I had other plans for his gorgeous
juices.

After a few minutes of him fucking my face while watching Jo licking me out, the combination of my moans and the visual effect of watching another woman eat his wife’s pussy was almost too
much for him. He was almost begging me to let him come. I told him I wanted him to fuck me hard while he watched Jo sit on my face. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Before I knew it he had
turned me over onto my knees and was shoving my face into Jo’s cunt. At the same time he parted my ass cheeks and thrust his hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. He fucked me so hard I
thought his balls would vanish up there as well. I licked Jo’s cunt and fingered her until we all exploded in a fit of come within seconds of one another. It was the hardest I had come in a
long time and I could tell by the way his juice was dripping out of my cunt even while his cock was still in there, that he had really enjoyed it too.

Once we had all recovered he turned to me and told me that was a great birthday present. I told him it wasn’t over yet. I kissed him deeply and turned over to lie on my back. I could tell
that kissing me while I tasted of another woman was turning him on again. Little did he know there was more in store for future birthdays!

Karl, Alabama

Back when I entertained delusions of becoming a successful novelist, I often visited the local library for “research”. I felt at ease among the shelves of books I
had no intention of reading. Usually I sat at the table nearest the librarian’s desk, a notebook opened before me, and I’d stare at Rose sitting prim and proper behind her desk.

While she read her romance novel I’d note the way she’d rub her thighs together during what must have been the erotic passages. I liked the way her long brown hair was severely
pulled back and wrapped up in a complicated concoction of pins and barrettes. Her secretarial-style glasses teetered precariously off the tip of her nose as though contemplating a suicide leap.

I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t ordinarily my type. Guys like me can’t afford a type. I’m the sexual equivalent of flypaper. I stick whatever sticks.