My wife, Leah, is a very beautiful woman with a keen appetite for sex. She has two fantasies she likes to talk about when she is particularly horny. One has her lying face down on a lonely beach as a stranger walks by. He stops, kneels at her side and unties her bikini. He coats her body with suntan oil. She does not open her eyes to see who it is.

After he has gotten her all hot and bothered, he strips naked and sticks his rock-hard dick in her pussy from behind. All the time he is fucking her, she is moaning, “Who are you?” They both come quite quickly and heavily. Finally, she opens her eyes to see who has just fucked her. We’ve acted out this fantasy many times, with me taking the role of the stranger.

Leah gets really hot when we play “Beauty Contestant.” She likes for me to talk out the scenario, in which she is the final contestant in a state beauty contest for married women. She has to prove to ten judges that she is a perfect wife in every way. This means she must prove to each judge how sexy she is. I am her “manager” and I decide how best to demonstrate her charms in each of the sex categories.

The categories are: Evening Gown. Each judge will dance close to her for fifteen seconds. Bathing Suit. Each judge will have ten seconds to feel her tits, ass and pussy through the bathing suit. Nightie. Each judge will feel her tits under the nightie and stick his finger in her pussy. Fellatio. I ask all ten judges to remove their clothes so my wife can demonstrate her deep-throat technique for them. Pussy Power. My wife will bend over the arm of a chair and each judge will enter her pussy from behind for fifteen seconds. Positions. Each judge is allowed fifteen seconds to fuck her in his favorite position. Of course, as her “manager,” I am obligated to show each judge exactly what is to be done to her in each category.

For the grand finale, each judge is told to fuck my wife to orgasm any way he chooses. Each judge is timed and the number of actual orgasms is counted. The judge who can make her come the most is allowed to spend the rest of the evening with my wife and me. Of course, I always get the final fuck.

This fantasy always has my wife screaming so loud I’m afraid our neighbors will come running!

Crouching in the sand at my feet, he perches lightly as a seabird, letting the cloth of his skirt pull apart at the knees. I have a perfect view of his glistening penis, its head raised, its shaft thrusting toward me. It undulates before me like a mesmerizing serpent. It is nearly impossible to look away from it and gaze into his coal-black eyes.

He is tenderness combined with lust, a reincarnation of his ancient gods, the rulers of this island paradise, and of all the mountains and seas that surround us. We begin our lovemaking cradled in the very lap of love-a slim, moonlit cove. We are two hungry creatures groping together in the wet sand.

I can feel his strong legs on either side of my body. His hands pull away my thin cotton dress and begin to roam my breasts and belly with a light touch that sends currents right through me. His cock impales me and moves within me like a puppet into the most elaborate positions. I follow him like a shadow dancer as I writhe on my bed of pillows, my pussy hot with cream.

Suddenly my body contracts in a convulsive orgasm. I can still feel the sand beneath my back, the hard pillars of his arms and the pounding of his flesh against mine. It’s a long time before my senses calm themselves, before I fully come back to myself. My fantasy is ending, but I luxuriate in the well of desire I have created. I will still get turned on hours later by one quick flashback of my orgy of Balinese lust.

As a matter of fact, over time l have learned how to summon any one of my many fantasies to my mind whenever l want a quick pick-me-up. Although I haven’t given up my ritualized evenings inspired by letters from Tracy, I have found that my powers of imagination have matured. I can take a fantasy break like others take a coffee break without even leaving my chair. I just daydream my way into one of the many sex scenes I have already visited, close my eyes and free my body to respond.

The result has been that I maintain a constant sexual buzz, an undertone of sexuality I can build on once I’m in the privacy of my own home. I delight in these self-styled fantasies whenever I feel life getting a bit too routine. I still maintain my predictable patterns, but now I have a foolproof way to add a few twists and turns, when and where and with whom I choose.

My latest favorite fantasy escape comes to mind. The first time I indulged in this particular dreamscape was after one of my ballet classes. We’d had a visiting instructor, a male dancer from a New York touring company, who was absolutely thrilling to watch. My head was still filled with visions of the effortless grand jetés he executed high in the air.

He was already so perfectly formed that I didn’t need to change a thing, just imagine what I’d seen-adding myself, of course, as his partner. I must have danced around my living room for an hour, doing a freestyle blend of sensuous bends, stretches and dips, all of which were performed in the imaginary arms of my latest fantasy man.

I could see myself dressed in filmy whites. He was wearing skintight pants, and his chest was bare. I swirled and draped myself around him. My muscles flexed as I twined my leg around his legs, then sinuously lowered myself so that my mouth passed over his bare torso, down over his snugly held penis bulge and along his rock-hard thighs. My fantasy was so real to me that I could feel the heat of his body and imagine us performing before an admiring crowd.

Finally, hot and sweaty from my exertions and breathing deeply, I let myself fall to the floor. Completely won over by the beauty of my dance, my fantasy partner lowers himself to me. We roll back and forth in an inspired embrace, tasting each other with our mouths and tongues, pulling desperately at our thin leotards until they shred like tissue.

My eyes may be closed, but in my mind, I see his strong muscles flex and strain above me; he holds my body tightly against his own as he begins to jab with his cock. I spread my legs and let him sink in, deep and long, feeling every inch of his manhood filling my vagina with creamy come. As I lie on the floor recovering my breath, I relive the passionate highs of our fantasy dance and fantasy fuck until I have finally worn myself out with pleasure.

As you can see, my fantasies are pretty hot. In fact, until I began to use Tracy’s letters to inspire me, I was never aware that so much erotic potential lay hidden in the recesses of my own imagination. Now I know that with or without my twin’s adventures, I am free to find love and excitement in my own fantasy world anytime of the day or night.