How did you come about opening up your relationship to having sex with others? My spouse and I discussed our failing sex life due to her medical issues. The result was that if I were to have sex with other women she would hope I would remain with her. Basically giving me that proverbial hall pass and long as I always returned to my home room after I explored the halls. Since then I have had many sex partners, all women, and live a very active and fulfilling sex life. So tell us. What's Your Story?
For us mainly because I traveled for my job and was away from home often. This while we lived together. before we married. She knew I was seeing other women, and she said she wanted other men.
This may seem repetitive from my other posts, but you asked. When I was married to my now ex-wife, I had this crazy fantasy that she should become a “hot wife”. Reluctant at first, but when the right guy came along, she went for it. For 6 months. Didn’t matter if I was home, or out of town. But she was adamant that I could not get any “ strange”. WTH. Same with my current wife. we both had MFM fantasies, which we consummated. Even though we were fine with her having sex with her friend, there was no way on God’s green earth that she would consent to having a FMF, or me getting anything extra. WTH? I guess she was cucking me. It was fun while it lasted….. been years ago.
When we started dating I thought my wife was still very a novice when it came to sex. Then one night she told me about her BFF and BFF boyfriend walking in on her having a ONS. Her legs were “trapped” on the guys shoulder at the time. She said the guy started “going wild” when he saw her friends watching them. (I’m guessing “going wild” is a euphemism for “fucking her hard and fast”). The friends got so excited they started having sex too. She said the night ended with all four of them having sex on a small twin bed. The guys were trying to outdo each other. Year later I told her how much I loved that story. It made my imagination go wild. I wish I was there to watch the whole thing. That story eventually led us into opening our marriage.
We played early on. At first we just fucked in front of others at parties because we were young, horny, and under the influence. After we married young, we played with a couple of couples our age. I also fucked several of her friends who were wanting my services - usually while she watched and waited her turn. During the child planning and early raising years (about 15 years) we didn’t play at all. Now we’re back at it and play with several other couples on a regular basis.
I've told my story multiple times on HF. So maybe I'll give a little extended version---you know, kind of like Penthouse used to do when someone would share their sexual case----I forget what that column was called. I lost my virginity to a neighbor when I was about 13. She was 15, and I knew she was anxious to lose her virginity, and she knew I was anxious to see boobs (and to see where it would go from there...) I got to third base with a girlfriend or two at 15, but it wasn't till I turned 16, and had a car, that I saw more action. I didn't think I was all that good looking, and I made up for social awkwardness with humor and feigned confidence. So I decided early on that if I was going to get laid, I would have to first seduce the girl completely---her mind, her taste, her innocence and naivete. So any time I got a girl to go out with me, the first date was always to this very exotic Moroccan restaurant. You sat on the floor on cushions, the walls and ceiling were covered in blankets as if you were in a Bedouin tent, there was no silver ware and they washed your hands with rose water before serving you, and if you were there on the right night they had belly dancers. The food was very authentic, and we always had a Moroccan Pastilla (And if you've never had a Moroccan Pastilla, you have to have it at least once before you die. I am convinced that this is truly the only food of the Gods mortals can eat!) This was a completely new and mind blowing experience for every girl I dated. The second date was to a very fancy French restaurant that was relatively cheap. (It was so cheap that the owner was killed in a drug deal gone bad, He literally had to sell drugs to keep the restaurant afloat!) It was in an old 3 story house and each room had several waiters assigned, so that the minute you took a sip of water, they would immediately refill your glass. They all used French accents and simple French phrases. As far as getting into my dates' panties, this worked fairly well. (In fact, I ran into one of those girls at a grocery store 15 or 20 years ago, and she told me that the Mataam Fez (the Moroccan restaurant) was one of the coolest dates she ever went on. The summer before my last year in High School. I was in a bookstore in Boulder with a friend. We were in the back and arguing about a bag of shrooms I had. His parents were supposed to be gone that weekend and we were going to do them at his place. But it turned out they changed their plans. As we were talking about it, a girl popped around a bookshelf and said, "I like shrooms." I'm sure she saw my eyes get real big, because she looked to me just like Brigitte Bardot. I told her, "I got shrooms," and somehow her and I decided I would bring them to her apartment on Saturday morning. She was a freshman at CU, her parents were fairly wealthy so they provided her with an apartment of her own. She told me her name was Teresa. Saturday morning, we sat on her couch and started taking the mushrooms. I was afraid I was going to get high and do something, or say something really stupid and awkward. (And after all, I didn't have the chance to woo her first with the Moroccan restaurant, and even though we were close to the same age, she was already in college!) I was doing my best to act cool, but as the shrooms kicked I relaxed and went with the flow, and at some point I was really fascinated with her shirt. "Wow, let me look at this..." She leaned back on the couch and I leaned over her looking at her shirt over her belly. After a while I started stretching the fabric, and telling her to look at it. Then I started rubbing her shirt, and then rubbed my hands up and over breasts before I realized what I had done. I looked at her surprised and said, "Sorry." She said it was ok and pulled me on top of her. So I rubbed her boobs some more, which on shrooms, had an incredibly sexy shape. After making out for a while, we made our way to her bedroom and had some amazing sex. So we agreed that would be our thing. One of us would get mushrooms, or maybe some weed, and we'd get high and have sex. This went on for a number of months, every weekend. She started asking me about other girls I had been with, and if I was seeing anyone else now. She'd ask me to tell her stories of what I did to other girls Then one time she explained that she likes to share, and she likes to watch. She asked if I would like to be shared with her girlfriends, and of course I said yes. Her friends, like her, were all hot. A few of them would get high with us. Some didn't. One girl got too mellow on the shrooms, and just laid naked in the bed while Teresa and I had sex. My first Asian girl was a Chinese girl that was her friend. We did all this at her apartment. She would watch me have sex with her friend, and then it would be her turn, laying in the wet spot. Sometimes they would both pleasure me, but she never kissed or touched them. Part of our foreplay included laying in her bed and reading Penthouse Letters. We'd always laugh when a letter would start with, 'I didn't believe this stuff really happened to people until...' She would say that I should write a letter and start out with that sentence, ending it as, '...until I met this girl in a bookstore.' We'd also read Penthouse Forums, and the section with the case histories I mentioned... I took a year off of school after high school, and saw quite a bit of her. And her friends. Then my first year of college was out of State, and she would always want me to go out on dates with girls there and then call her and tell what I had done sexually with the girl. She would smoke weed before I called so she could, as she said, 'experience me with the girl, and would masturbate as I told the story. Sometimes I'd make up stories. I got a regular girlfriend which made the sex more consistent, and so I often had stories to tell Teresa. But then that girlfriend wanted to get married, I didn't, and that was difficult for me. I never wanted to break a heart, and I am not good at all in breaking up with girls. After a while I didn't even want to see that girl, except for the sex. But the rest of the school year, I pretended to love her, knowing that there was no ring by spring for her. But the thing is, I wanted to experience what Teresa was experiencing. I wanted to watch her have sex, and then be with her afterwards. We talked about it, and she didn't seem opposed to it. I wanted to watch the absolutely best porn film that she was watching--the one starring your partner. One time I thought it was actually going to happen. But it didn't. But then I told her I was going to go to school in Japan. She freaked out. (Somehow I knew that would happen.) She tried to see if her parents would pay for her to go to Japan, but they wanted her to finish her studies at CU. Then we talked about getting married. But then it would be a long distance marriage with an ocean between us, so we didn't. Somehow Teresa knew she would never see me again. To be continued----because, you know, when you read that column in Penthouse---it was always continued on another page, which was typically hard to find among the advertisements, etc.
“Ask Xavier’s Hollander” or “Penthouse Forum” were the two columns people always sent letters into when they “couldn’t believe it happened to them” I Couldn’t wait for each edition to hit the book shelves.
Don’t forget the annual Penthouse Letters “Wife Sharing” edition. I was one of those that submitted the story of our first MFM. I thought no way they’ll publish it, but what the heck. I was very surprised when the latest copy showed up in my mail….. they had published it! I still have that copy somewhere buried in my closet. I don’t know if PLWS is still around. Thank goodness for HF!
Yes---that's right, Penthouse Forums, not letters. Both of those columns were in the front, though they did get continued on Page xx. But there was another series, at least for a while in the 70's, that began on a page either in the center or a bit after the centerfold. It was always a single case history of someone's sexual experiences/love life.
I assume that, because it was letters solicited from the public, that you didn't get paid. But I always wondered if I sent in stories about Teresa and I as a letter if I would get paid.
Lol yes letters as well - I don’t recall why but I do remember buying the Letters edition and thinking it wasn’t as good as the “forum” within the regular monthly release. Maybe it was just the lack of pics once you finished “reading the articles” You know the real reason We all bought the magazine was the articles… haha Not sure what the third column would have been.., damn maybe I missed that in the many years I bought Penthouse - I had boxes of them by the time I moved out of my parents basement. If only I had invested that $6.95 a month into a compounding, tax sheltered, retirement fund! What a hard on I’d a had now… PS AFTER THE CENTREFOLD? I was generally having a smoke by the page after the centre fold, so maybe that’s why I never found it…
Yes, that 6.95 could have been big. When inflation was peaking around 1980 - 81, you could've bought a 30 year zero-coupon treasury bond with a face value of $1,000,000 for about $7,000. In other words, you could've bought 1,000,000 in treasury bonds for $7,000, that would have matured in 2010 - 11 for $1,000,000!
Continued from page 48. (LMAO: Continuation of My Story) Let me digress a bit about the time I thought I was going to get to watch Teresa have sex with another guy. We were in bed tripping on mushrooms, and were cuddling in post-coital bliss. We felt like we could really experience each other on shrooms. I think because we were young and with raging hormones. I don't know how well I would perform on mushrooms today. My wife today is fairly adverse to drugs, so she won't. and it is rare that I'll take shrooms now (once in a while for brain health). There is a level of intoxication that was a sweet spot we discovered, but I don't remember, or even know whether it would still work the same today. I haven't had sex on shrooms since with Teresa, but I wonder if I would get more mellow and less focused on it now. With weed on the other hand, I don't use that regularly either, but far more often than shrooms. When I do it is usually edibles, and I usually get horny when I do get high, probably because I have always liked it for enhancing sex. But with Teresa on shrooms, it was like I was super-sensitive to every move in her body--whether on the surface--or inside of her. I smelled her more intensely. I tasted her more intensely, and as we had sex, it was like I could sense the muscles inside of her moving, before her skin followed along. Anyway, back to the story----we were enjoying a moment of post-coital bliss, still pretty high on shrooms. Suddenly there was a knock on her door. I put on some pants and went out and answered her door. It was a guy from down the hallway, and he said he had some stuff he wanted us to try. So I yelled to Teresa and she said ok, and I let him in. He sat on a bean bag chair and mixed some powder in a glass of water. I don't know what it was, I remember it being purple. Teresa came out, still completely naked, her pubic hair pasty from sex, and sat on the couch cross legged, next to me, and opposite the neighbor, who's eyes got very big. I remember I kept staring at her crotch. Her lips were open, as if they were inviting him. I thought, "Wow, this is going to happen." We drank it (we weren't really thinking straight) and this guy could not stop staring at Teresa. After a bit she looked at me, and I looked at her. I don't think we spoke, but she knew what I was thinking, and she shook her head---might've said no. And then she wrapped her arm around me, put her feet to the floor and crossed her legs. We made some small talk for a while and I think she was trying to hint that he should leave, but whatever we drank was starting to kick in, and I swear he looked like a lizard person, or reptilian somehow. And then I looked at Teresa and she seemed to also. except that she was very sexy with incredible boobs and a vagina. But suddenly it felt weird, and I stood up and said "I have to go for a walk. She begged me to stay, but I didn't listen and put on my shirt and shoes. and was out the door. I don't know how long I was gone or where I went, other than I know I wondered around the Boulder neighborhood referred to as The Hill and the nearby park. When I returned, she was frantic and in tears. She said she was so worried about me. She was still naked, and pulled me into a chair that hung from the ceiling in the corner of her living room, and held me so tight. We barely fit in the chair. I got up, peeled off my clothes and squeezed back into the chair. We held each other tight for the longest time. And somehow she represented the totality of womanhood to me. After what seemed like an hour in that chair, we made it back to her bedroom, and made intense love, like it was beyond a physical sensation---as if it was to our very souls intertwined. (As far as the guy, she had kicked him out as soon as I left.) I already knew at this point I was going to go to Japan, but I also somehow knew that she would get upset. But up until that day, I jokingly called her, "The One I'm With" from the song, 'Love the One Your With' because I felt like she didn't want a commitment. But when I returned from school in Iowa, planning to go to Japan, my intuition was telling me, 'she's not going to like this. She will freak out.' Then that day happened, and she went from The One I'm With, to Teresa--the complete magical woman who fills my soul. I spent the whole night with her. and didn't get home till the next morning, where, coincidentally, my parents said, "Your girlfriend from college kept calling till late. Where were you?" (Oh crap, Well, I'm glad I wasn't there to take her call. (Like I said, I'm really bad at breaking up with a girl. (Did I mention that years later I heard she didn't go back to school that fall, and was very depressed for months. (I'm not proud of that...)))) For the next several weeks, as I recall, maybe longer, I fretted and worried over how to tell Teresa I was going to Japan. And when I did, as I said, she freaked out. But Japan------Damn! It didn't take long to realize that being an American in Japan was incredible. And I was blonde haired, which made it even better! My first impression was that Japanese girls were fairly aggressive, yet fairly naive. At least this was the case with many freshman college students. My second day in Japan a female student came to campus, apparently to meet foreigners as she went right to the small dormitory for foreigners. I was the first one she found, and she invited me to go sightseeing in Kyoto the next day. She picked me up and we walked to the train station, and as we spent the day, I learned that she had never been kissed and wanted me to give her her first kiss. As the day wore on, I began to realize she was a bit weird. But she did show me around, and to thank her, I provided her first kiss. On the train back to campus she asked if I'd give her another one. So on the quiet walk from the train station, I gave her another kiss. We walked a little further and she insisted she had never made out either. By this time, I was getting a very weird vibe and wanted to get back to the dorm and forget about her. But she kept begging. So I thought, ok, if you want to make out, at least I will touch your breasts. So we made out for a bit, I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. and meanwhile my hands explored her small breasts, over her shirt and bra, but , you know. So then we continued walking back to campus, and she started talking about how boys like to touch boobs and see boobs, and by the time we got to the dorm, she was insisting that if I bring her up to my room, and kiss more, she would show me her breasts. At first I said I was tired, but she kept insisting, so I decided that this would be a story for Teresa the next time I talk to her. And took her up to my room. Indeed she quickly stripped down to her panties, and we laid in my futon kissing and fondling her breasts. She was not ready to lose her virginity she said, but she had never seen a penis. So I took off my underwear and let her see it and hold it, and after a little more kissing and holding, she said she wanted to see me again, and left. (Unfortunately, she spent the whole school year, and the next year too, telling everyone on campus that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, that we were going to get married, and that I love her. (The next year I was no longer a student but I stayed in Japan and my first wife was a student there, and I made friends with the foreign students that year so I could have some Western friends.) I had a friend from New York that the Japanese girls loved, because he had a Paul McCartney look. We would keep an eye out for this girl, and when we saw her coming would run off and hide. By the way, I had no problem telling her that we were not boyfriend and girlfriend. She was just weird, and I wasn't close enough to her to worry about making her cry. IN fact, I knew she probably wouldn't cry----just tell herself that, I didn't mean it. She even continued to do this after my first wife and I were engaged, and all our friends knew. At the end of the following year, I heard that a foreigner about to leave for Texas (and who I thought was an asshole, there is another example I will share), actually took her virginity. I don't think it fixed her... Anyway, I quickly learned that not all Japanese girls were like her. My friend from New York went on a date a few days later with a girl, I thought, looked experienced. Indeed she was, and horny. That night they had sex in the back of a quiet Shinto shrine she had taken him to. And she never stalked him (so that wasn't a thing with Japanese girls.) Unfortunately for the female exchange students, Japanese guys were not very interesting and the younger college guys were definitely awkward and socially inept. There were the occasional hipsters and they could be cool, and many of them tended to speak English fairly well, so a few girls hooked up. But most of the foreign girls had no one and were not interested in the local guys, and were trying to get the attention of their fellow male foreign students--most of whom found that, Japanese girls were dying to sleep with them, and even be their devoted girl friends. To be Continued.
haha In the water - in those days it was likely MDMA… I had someone put it in my tea once and it was a trip - but very much like ecstasy from the sounds of it… never done ecstasy but I think that is MDMA as well just in pill form. It makes sex and touch and all senses over the top.
It could've been. Teresa and I had no idea what it was(which was not like either one of us to take something we had no idea of what it was or did---but we were already tripping). But we speculated---was it angel dust, which neither one us had done. But MDMA makes sense.
Ok Last word for fear of detailing the thread. They would lace our weed with dust around that same era. Very different, you would be right fucked up with a single join, but not the same as the whole body sensory overload from MDMA… didn’t get laid while on it but we spent a long day fondling each other… “That’s all I got to say about that”
I'll relay my experience with weed and sex. When hitting a massage parlor I'd pop a 10mg edible about a half hour before going. By the time I got in the place, met the girl, had the proverbial shower and massage the THC would have hit. I'd be horny as ever. We'd begin fucking but most times I couldn't ejaculate. I'd orgasm over and over but no squirt. It felt fantastic though. Trouble was there is always a time limit. If we passed it Mama would be knocking on the door. A few times I left still horny as fuck and masturbated to finish once I got home. Regardless I still love fucking these Asian women whether high or sober. This one masseuse, Lexi, became a regular with me. She could fuck. I mean really fuck. She had a pussy that fit my cock perfectly. I hated that she moved on but that's the way these girls are. Anyway, like I said she was a perfect fit. When high it was like Wolf said, I could feel every move in her body. And I would orgasm over and over. Do it once and lay over her a moment or two. Then start thrusting again. She let me do this 4 or 5 times. Usually with these girls you get one, maybe two pops and that's it. But not Lexi. She always encouraged me to cum. That first time I told her I was high and didn't cum yet. She encouraged me to try again. So I slowly begin thrusting and feeling that wonderful pussy of hers around my cock. Build up and orgasm. Then lay over her panting. She asked and I said no. So here we would go again. Understand, these girls goal is for you to fill the condom. But that time limit is there. So as time drew near Lexi warned me and I kept going until I got over the top and filled the condom. I came so hard I literally passed out from the exertion. I do it every time I cum when high. The first time I did that with her she got so scared that I had a medical problem. When I came around I reassured her it was from the weed. It was a pretty sight to come around with this beautiful naked Asian woman all concerned and holding me. After that when I met up with Lexi she would ask if I was high. She then knew what to expect. It got to a point that she would skip the massage and go right to sex so I would have more time to cum. Then when time was up she'd take me to the kitchen and have Mama fix me something to eat. See, I also told her weed makes me hungry. Those couple of years that Lexi was working in my area was the best MP times I ever had. Both Lexi and Mama got to know me. And when Lexi moved to a different spa she let me know. I followed and she would introduce me to the new Mama. The nice thing was every month I had great sex and got lunch thrown in too. Along with that I never have to worry about my spouse being upset that I'm fucking other women. I've never had sex with any other women while high though. Only massage girls.
I certainly relate to that. Not to ruin the surprise (LMAO!!! As if most of you haven't read my years of posts about this), but when my wife was with a lover and I was listening in or even watching (once facebook messenger became a thing), if I took an edible between half an hour and an hour and a half beforehand, I would be so intensely a part of their lovemaking. I felt like I was stroking into her as he was, and yet it was him. I was feeling what he was feeling vividly in my head. And I would cum so hard. And then once she was home, there was what I one time described as an intense residue of him on her skin and inside of her as I made love to my wife. And again I would cum so hard. Though, there are a few times that I miscalculated the time, or she stayed out too late, and when she got home, she was horny and ready for me, and I was too tired and coming down that I really wanted to sleep. I didn't do this all the time, because, for one thing, she does not like drugs (but man, alcohol can really make her wild), and if I had to pick her up or knew that I would be driving I especially did not do it. Being that I do not get high all that often, my body does not build up a tolerance for it and I believe this means that it is always the cool experience I knew it to be even in my early experiences. And that's the way I like it. On the other hand, this is why I love sharing. It keeps our sex lives intense----as intense as when we were first dating and she was my mistress and I her lover. To people who have not shared their spouse, I describe it as, and compare it to, having sex on weed, because you are so much more aware of her sexuality, so much more aware of her body, so much more aware of the pleasure she gives and the pleasure she receives. And science confirms this, as researchers have concluded that a man tends to have a more intense orgasm if he knows that his partner has just been with another man. But everyone has their own reaction to drugs. I guess some people do get too mellow and don't enjoy sex as much. Teresa certainly wasn't that way, and I certainly do not respond that way. Like Teresa's friend that I mentioned just laid there--when we started a while after taking the mushrooms, we kissed and caressed each other, and I ate her pussy, and there were moments where it was really good for her, and other times she was more fascinated with this psychedelic poster that Teresa had on her bedroom wall. In the end, Teresa and I had sex, and her friend's body just served as a back drop to our lovemaking. My wife's ancestors, as many of you may also know, were healers in the old Philippine traditions and this gift has passed down through her family. So she sees spirits. The one time she did try weed, our son-in-law gave her some butter. He thought he was giving her a small amount, but I knew it was probably too much for her first time. Once it started to kick in, she liked it, and said, now I know why people do this. And so I tried to make it sexual for her. At first she wanted to watch some comedy, and she laughed hard, then I put some porn on, and she seemed to be enjoying it, and we started making out. But then she said she was hungry, and I had to make her a sandwich. So I let her eat, and then started to make out some more, but then she felt dizzy and started to get nauseous. She threw up once in the toilet, and then started seeing spirits around her, and so the rest of the night I had to hold her, while she slept, and if I dozed off, and then rolled over, she would immediately wake me up and tell her I had to hold her. She said, 'Never again.' Alcohol is a different story however. She doesn't drink very often and gets tipsy fairly quickly. And if she gets a little too tipsy, she loses all inhibitions. I have a few stories to tell on that...
