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my husband had ever had, and after my large-cocked lover had left, we enjoyed hours of climax-filled fucking and sucking. It was the best and most satisfying love my husband and I had ever made to each other. After several months, I discovered that sex with my husband had become better than with my liaisons. When I told my husband that he had really become the best of them all, he was overjoyed.
    Armed with the knowledge that he was my best lover, my husband got up the courage to ask if I would make love to him and another man at the same time. After several months, when I met a man whom I felt would be compatible with us, I told my husband that I would try a threesome. To this day, I remain thankful that I did decide to go through with it. It was wonderful for all of us.
    My husband and the other man were gentle, loving, and did everything to please me. The man said afterwards that he’d had the best lovemaking of his life, and my husband had had the chance to feel and listen to me as I climaxed with another man. Our mÉnage À trois took place every weekend for five months. They made love to me separately, together, and in every combination. I was fucked/sucked, fucked/ass-fucked, ass-fucked/eaten, ass-fucked/sixty-nined, ad infinitum. Neither man had any inhibitions about eating me or fucking me after the other one had just come inside of me. And I received compliance to a request for the performance of one of my secret fantasies. I watched my husband being ass-fucked while he made love to me—and then I sucked both men clean.
    My relationship with my husband has gotten better and better. It works because we each possess an incredible desire to do that which most pleases the other. And it only works when we do it together—for each other. I know this, because on the fifteen or twenty occasions when I’ve fucked other men without my husband’s presence, I’ve been incapable of attaining a climax.
    At last count, I have been fucked about five hundred times with my husband voyeuring or participating, and every time I’ve climaxed, I’ve done it for us.
    Thank you, my darling husband. You’ve given me the happiest marriage on earth.—
Name and address withheld
    CAR FLIRTS HEAT UP TO A HORNY TIME
    Let me offer your readers a pickup technique that was entirely new to me and that worked perfectly.
    I was cruising home from work, thinking about my love life. My girlfriend had recently tossed me aside to marry a rich older man. In a way it was a relief to me to be rid of her, if that was what she was into, but I was feeling pretty horny.
    I made a stop for a red light, and my attention was drawn by the very loud, very sexy disco music coming from the car to the right of mine. It was a cream-colored ‘64 Chevy convertible. It appeared to be in mint condition. It had a pink satin interior, and the top was down. Moreover, the driver was one of the tiniest, most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
    Her hair was tied up in a scarf, but I could see a few black curls peeping out. I thought her hair had to be very long. Her skin was smooth and creamy. Her lips were the same shiny, deep pink as her car’s upholstery. She looked over at me, bouncing in time to the music, and winked one blue eye and licked her lips. Then she looked down at her left hand.
    My eyes followed hers, and my cock rose to its full height. Her bare hand, with long, long fingers and rosy nails, was doing a lively dance on the outside of her car door. Always in time to the sensual music on the tape, she was miming foreplay.
    She caressed an imaginary nipple with her middle finger. She rolled it in her palm and between her thumb and forefinger. Her pantomime was so accurate that there was no question what she was doing.
    She stroked what I was coming to think of as my chest, tickling it with her nails. She inched her hand down, down, with little nips and pinches of her fingers. I could almost feel it. I had to open my fly before my cock was squeezed to