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great fantasies. We decided recently that it was time to live out one of our fantasies—for me to share an experience with another woman. I had always wanted to know what it would be like to touch another woman’s body, and my husband was dying to watch.
    Heather, a close friend of ours, came by our house to have a few drinks. Before we knew it, she and I were lying on the couch together, caressing each other’s thighs, while my husband sat across from us watching.
    Heather’s breasts felt soft, yet so firm and sensuous. I slowly raised her blouse so I could play with her large nipples, and she put her hand under my skirt and began to spread my lips apart. As she fondled my cunt, I begged her to suck me while my husband watched. I began to drip hot juices, and I told Heather that I wanted to pussy-fuck her. As our two twats touched, I could not contain the excitement that went through my body.
    We didn’t want my husband to feel as if three is a crowd, so we invited him to join the fun. Heather and I licked his cock, taking turns sucking it while the other licked his ass. My husband could not believe how much I was enjoying myself. I felt that Heather should do the honors and drink his come while I proceeded to suck and lick her pussy until she came in my mouth. Our activities continued until the late evening, and now this takes place at least once a week.
    —I. B., New Hampshire
    Women’s Studies
    My name is Stephanie. I am a senior in college and am planning to attend graduate school. Good grades, therefore, are vital to my undergraduate education. This past quarter I was enrolled in a particularly difficult course and wasn’t doing well. Toward the end of the quarter I decided to visit my instructor, Ms. Crowley, who is a very beautiful and intelligent woman. I wanted to see if there was any chance of improving my grade.
    As I approached her office I noticed another student entering ahead of me. It was late in the afternoon, and the building was empty and quiet. The warm light from the office was inviting, and I was persuaded to enter the doorway, hoping for a quick, dual conference. As it turned out, I received much more than that.
    Entering the room I encountered the most unexpected situation. There was Ms. Crowley, passionately French-kissing one of my gorgeous fellow coeds. I recognized the girl, a fiery redhead from her class named Ginger. They turned around simultaneously, their faces rosy with passion and embarrassment. I stammered a feeble apology and turned to go. “Please wait,” I barely heard Ms. Crowley call. I had never seen two women together, and I’d never even entertained such an idea myself. My head was swimming with confusion, and I was dimly aware of a tingling sensation beneath my panties.
    She took my hand and led me back into her office as I continued to apologize. She shut her door and asked me to sit down. I noticed Ginger sitting on the edge of Ms. Crowley’s desk, blushing and looking at the floor. She began to cry, and I felt genuinely sorry for the embarrassment I had caused her. I went to her, put my arms around her, and began stroking her long red hair. It smelled fresh and clean. I’m not sure how things started, but the next thing I knew I was kissing her face and cheeks. I tasted her salty tears, and our lips met. My breasts are large and firm, and my nipples pushed through the fabric of my soft sweater. As we explored each other’s mouths, I felt a pair of hands caress my ass. Hot breath descended upon my neck as Ms. Crowley drew herself close behind me.
    Within minutes we were all stripped down to our bras and panties. My box was pulsating with wet anticipation. Ms. Crowley led me to her desk, cleared it off, and instructed me to lie down on it. I did as I was told, shaking violently. Ginger released my aching tits from my bra as Ms. Crowley slid my soaked undies down to my ankles. Ginger climbed onto the desk and straddled my face, at the same time pulling on my rock-hard