I’ve been a longtime subscriber to your magazine, and my wife and I often try to act out some of the stories. We enjoy your magazine so -much that we felt it appropriate (actually, at my wife’s urging) to write and share one of our most erotic adventures.

We’ve been married for several years (we’re both in our late twenties) and we’ve always maintained a sexually open relationship, even prior to our marriage. As the day of our wedding grew closer, my wife, Elyse, expressed some concern about my bachelor party. We both agreed that it wouldn’t be such a great idea to get involved in any wild orgies where there were obviuosly going to be call girls involved. It was left at that.

One day, while visiting my wife-to-be and after vigorous sex, I decided to go out and pick up some ice cream. While on the main boulevard, I noticed in my rearview mirror a nice sports car with a sexy girl at the wheel. At the next light she pulled up next to me. She was so provocative with her pitch-black hair, dark tan and sexy sunglasses. She looked over at me and smiled. As the light changed, she sped off, but I was mesmerized and sped after her. At the next traffic light, we made flirty small talk. By the third light I had her name and telephone number-as well as a raging hard-on. I picked up the ice cream and returned to my finacee.

“What took you so long?” Elyse asked, noticed my excited state.

“Well, you’re not going to believe this, but I just met this sexy chick. I even got her phone number, but since we’re getting married in a few weeks, I’ll just throw it away,” I said sincerely. I was getting ready to tear up the slip of paper with Sandra’s number on it when Elyse snatched it out of my hand.

“Let’s discuss this further,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you go out with Sandra. It could be your last ’single fling’ and a great bachelor party!” I knew Elyse was serious, because she loved to hear stories of my past sexual escapades with other women and often would ask me to tell her about these women while we were engaged in sex. “On one condition,” she added. “I want to know everything!”

I called Sandra a few days later, while Elyse listened on the other phone, and set up a date for Saturday night. For the rest of the week, sex with Elyse was fantastic as she asked me to describe to her how I would fuck Sandra. When Saturday came, Elyse wanted to dress me up. She showered, manicured and generally prepared me. Then she laid out my black suit, which she thought I looked really sexy in.

As she was helping me dress, she went down on her knees and took out my cock and started giving me one of her expert blowjobs. As I was about to come, she stopped abruptly and stood up. “Don’t come now. I just wanted to make sure your balls had a full load for Sandra,” she said as she tucked my throbbing cock into my pants.

I picked Sandra up and she was even more ravishing than I had first realized. She was wearing a satin mini-dress with high-heeled pumps and no stockings. She had this really dark tan, and for the first time I saw her eyes-they were an enticing emerald green. We went to dinner, and the entire meal was spent ogling each other and making suggestive remarks. We both had the same thing in mind. Afterward I took her to this cozy club and we danced for a while, and then, during a slow number, we started to kiss. When Sandra started grinding her mound against my now stiff cock, I said, “Let’s take a walk outside. I can’t stand up straight in here.” She licked her lips and agreed.

We went back to my car and sat close to each other, staring up at the sky. Then we started making out. Soon my hand was in the top of her dress and I was pinching her erect nipples as my tongue probed her mouth. With Sandra extremely turned on, I took her hand and put it on my cock, which was straining against the material of my pants. “Feel me, Sandra,” I whispered in her ear. “Feel how hard I am. It’s because of you that I’m so hard.”

She let out a low moan and rubbed my cock with vigor. Soon I went underneath her dress and found a wet spot between those beautifully tanned thighs. She eased her legs open and my fingers went around the elastic of her drenched panties and easily slipped inside her warm pussy. After just a few strokes, she shuddered, closing and opening her thighs around my probing hand. I could tell she had had her first orgasm.

“I want to take you to a motel and stretch you out on a bed and fuck you till you faint!” I told her matter-of-factly.

“I want that so much!” she replied sincerely. “But I can’t.”

After continuing ·to make out with her in effort to get her hot enough to throw caution to the winds, I said, “Come on, let’s go now.” Sandra, misinterpreting my statement, said, “What? You want me to sit on you here? Now?” It suddenly dawned on me that she was too embarrassed to go to a motel. She wanted to get it on right there in the front seat of my Cadillac!

Quickly I reached underneath her and pulled her panties completely off. Equally as fast, I pushed my pants down to my knees. I laid her back, pulled her dress up and entered her as she spread her legs wide to receive me. Then I started pumping her-slowly at first, then harder and faster.

“Do you know what I’m doing to you, Sandra?” I asked her, breathing hard.

“What?” she moaned.

“I’m fucking you. Do you like it?” “I love it! I love your dick deep inside me!” she yelled with abandon as she came again.

I held back my own orgasm as I slowly disengaged myself from her. Kneeling on the seat, she kissed me and then said, “Wow! Whose idea was that anyway?”

“Mine,” I declared. “But now let me show you your idea.” I pulled her on top of me and put my dick up inside her hot hole. “Go ahead! Now you fuck me!” She started gyrating on my lap while I liked her exposed breasts and nipples. Soon Sandra yelled that she was coming, and after her tremors subsides, I told her that I was going to give her a heavy load.

“No, please, let me kiss it first,” she said as she quickly got off me and went down on her knees. She started with kisses and then she started giving me an all-out blowjob, jerking me off with one hand while the other kneaded my heavy balls.

Soon I was on the verge of exploding. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in your mouth!” I squealed. I

realized that this was exactly what Sandra had in mind as she picked up the pace. looking up at me with those emerald eyes. And then I started squirting for what seemed like an eternity, filling her mouth with globs of semen.

Well, my “bachelor party” was a smashing success. The nest day I took Elyse to a motel, and once in bed, I gave her all the details. She was so turned on that we had one of our most intense fuck sessions ever. While resting afterward I picked up the phone and called Sandra, letting Elyse listen in on the conversation. After exchanging hellos, I got Sandra into a conversation about our hot sex scene the night before. This made Elyse so hot that she started blowing me as I continued talking to Sandra.