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wild sensation as though it really was a port of me going into him, as if it really were my penis.
Firmly. quickly, I move it in and out in rhythm with his fucking Helen, whose pleasure I can also feel. Having it both ways, having everything, it is overwhelming. I can’t stand it, it is too much, and I press deeper and deeper into my husband until it seems my penis goes through Ben and into Helen, into me myself, and I die with pleasure. [Conversation]
Abbie
I’ve been thinking more and more about my fantasies lately.
I’ve even tried talking to my husband about them, that is, the ones I think wouldn’t make him angry. I wouldn’t dare tell him that I often think of my old boy friend, of how it used to be with him, nor of my thoughts of some unknown man who has forced himself upon me, which in my imagination I seem to enjoy.
For some odd reason, while having sexual relations with my husband I prefer him to be fully clothed, and while we are in bed, I’d rather not see his "parts." I’d rather we have sex when I didn’t have to see his penis. Although he enjoys studying my "areas," I 49
cannot bring myself to do the same. It turns me on more when things are left to the imagination. But my husband tends to parade his "parts" in front of me, even though I’ve asked him not to, and mentioned that our sex life might improve if he didn’t.
You may therefore find it strange that in my latest fantasy I tell my husband that I think I would enjoy watching him having sex with another woman. Not really someone we know – preferably some strange female. That way we’d know no relationship could come of it. But if it were to come true I don’t know if I’d have the nerve to allow it. Yet I keep thinking it would be fun.
I also have fantasies of me with other women. But these women have no face, I mean they are no one in particular. These occur usually during masturbation, which is maybe two, three times a month. I don’t really have lesbian fantasies, because for me to do the act on a female, to me it seems repulsive, but the idea of a female doing it to me seems pleasurable. (Selfish, perhaps?)
I know I began this letter by saying I do discuss some fantasies with my husband, but I’m afraid that even that is a fantasy! I can’t think of any fantasy we’ve discussed, but then we have a communication problem! [Letter]
Hilda
I am thirty-seven years of age. My marriage is a happy one and the sexual part of our life together extremely satisfying. I like to think of my husband’s penis as being small but very powerful. I often get on top of him, squatting in a knees-up position. He strokes my buttocks and caresses my anus while he thrusts from underneath. When I feel his fingers exploring my bottom, my fantasy is that a very long but delicately thin penis is penetrating my anus. I can feel this thin shaft penetrating me from behind and the feel of the palms of his hands pressing against my buttocks reminds me of another male attacking me from behind.
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This causes me to relieve the muscular tension which I have built up in my pelvis as though to admit this second party to my body.
As my husband and I come to our climax, I imagine that this thin shaft inside my rear is pulsating and thrusting to fill me with a double ration of semen, thus ensuring that the act of intercourse, if not successful by my husband, has been achieved by the fantasy "thing" behind me. I have no feelings of who might be the owner of this aggressor from behind me. He or It is a nothing in my mind, but is a very real sensation of additional intrusion within my body. Sometimes the tension in my rear is so great that I lose all control, and the moment after my husband has come, my bladder relaxes completely and I pee, flooding back to him the semen that he has just shot into me. We have only once tried to have anal intercourse, but because of the thick dimension of his mighty dwarf I just could not take him. The fact of my involuntary
Firmly. quickly, I move it in and out in rhythm with his fucking Helen, whose pleasure I can also feel. Having it both ways, having everything, it is overwhelming. I can’t stand it, it is too much, and I press deeper and deeper into my husband until it seems my penis goes through Ben and into Helen, into me myself, and I die with pleasure. [Conversation]
Abbie
I’ve been thinking more and more about my fantasies lately.
I’ve even tried talking to my husband about them, that is, the ones I think wouldn’t make him angry. I wouldn’t dare tell him that I often think of my old boy friend, of how it used to be with him, nor of my thoughts of some unknown man who has forced himself upon me, which in my imagination I seem to enjoy.
For some odd reason, while having sexual relations with my husband I prefer him to be fully clothed, and while we are in bed, I’d rather not see his "parts." I’d rather we have sex when I didn’t have to see his penis. Although he enjoys studying my "areas," I 49
cannot bring myself to do the same. It turns me on more when things are left to the imagination. But my husband tends to parade his "parts" in front of me, even though I’ve asked him not to, and mentioned that our sex life might improve if he didn’t.
You may therefore find it strange that in my latest fantasy I tell my husband that I think I would enjoy watching him having sex with another woman. Not really someone we know – preferably some strange female. That way we’d know no relationship could come of it. But if it were to come true I don’t know if I’d have the nerve to allow it. Yet I keep thinking it would be fun.
I also have fantasies of me with other women. But these women have no face, I mean they are no one in particular. These occur usually during masturbation, which is maybe two, three times a month. I don’t really have lesbian fantasies, because for me to do the act on a female, to me it seems repulsive, but the idea of a female doing it to me seems pleasurable. (Selfish, perhaps?)
I know I began this letter by saying I do discuss some fantasies with my husband, but I’m afraid that even that is a fantasy! I can’t think of any fantasy we’ve discussed, but then we have a communication problem! [Letter]
Hilda
I am thirty-seven years of age. My marriage is a happy one and the sexual part of our life together extremely satisfying. I like to think of my husband’s penis as being small but very powerful. I often get on top of him, squatting in a knees-up position. He strokes my buttocks and caresses my anus while he thrusts from underneath. When I feel his fingers exploring my bottom, my fantasy is that a very long but delicately thin penis is penetrating my anus. I can feel this thin shaft penetrating me from behind and the feel of the palms of his hands pressing against my buttocks reminds me of another male attacking me from behind.
50
This causes me to relieve the muscular tension which I have built up in my pelvis as though to admit this second party to my body.
As my husband and I come to our climax, I imagine that this thin shaft inside my rear is pulsating and thrusting to fill me with a double ration of semen, thus ensuring that the act of intercourse, if not successful by my husband, has been achieved by the fantasy "thing" behind me. I have no feelings of who might be the owner of this aggressor from behind me. He or It is a nothing in my mind, but is a very real sensation of additional intrusion within my body. Sometimes the tension in my rear is so great that I lose all control, and the moment after my husband has come, my bladder relaxes completely and I pee, flooding back to him the semen that he has just shot into me. We have only once tried to have anal intercourse, but because of the thick dimension of his mighty dwarf I just could not take him. The fact of my involuntary
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