We heard the front door latch click open and then shut. Foot steps padded across the hall and the room was flooded with light as the door opened and a huge figure stood in the door way.

I stared at Mel, but she just smiled and said "Jessy, Meet the rest of the surprise!" I smiled back and felt my pussy swell again...

Kneeling up on the large double bed now, I could see myself in the dressing table mirror. My long dark hair fell down in ringlets, contrasting with the little red dress I had bought earlier that day. My lips were a deep red, as were my toes which were incased in my strappy black heels.

In a night to remember encounter 1, my partner Joe and I had our first taste of group sex. Here, we move in to the world of swinging parties where everything goes and no holes are barred!
Another sexual adventure for me and my ever increasing desires...

There was something about hospitals that really turned Amy on. She had never worked out exactly what it was that made her pussy flood with juices whenever she had to visit some unfortunate relative or friend, but just the thought of the clinical corridors and sterile sheets caused her to flush in horny anticipation.

New Years Day 1988, when I was 18, I went to visit my then boyfriend, Tom, who was 19. We didn't tell my parents that his parents always went out on New Years Day to visit friends and stayed until the following day. It meant we would have the entire day together to do what we wanted, and at that point in our relationship there was only one thing we wanted to do.

We had talked about things a few times, sexy things when we were having sex, to keep it alive and get us horny but I never thought it would ever come to anything. I liked hearing Joe talk dirty as we pleasured each other and I knew he really got off on some of the things he said, especialy the thought of watching me with someone else. Sometimes it was a man he refered to and he would whisper about how he wanted to watch me take another cock, to see my face as I was pounded by someone else, to watch me take another cock deep into my mouth. Sometimes it was woman he described, she would lick me out in a way that would drive me crazy. I would undress and masturbate for her. We would use him in every way possible. They were fantasies, or so I thought, until that day not so long ago.

The music’s heavy beat slid through her as she chose another card from the table. The Ace of spades, the shooter card showed its face as she turned it over. Asche smiled, placed the card atop the others on the bottle and picked up her shot. The blue glass was brimming with rich golden whiskey, Wizers. With a grin and a small drum roll from across the table, she knocked the drink back with ease. She licked her lips happily as the person to her right drew his card. The game continued without interest to Asche until her friend drew a kissing card and with a wicked grin pointed first at Chay then again at Asche. Asche looked across the table at her ex almost shyly.

Last summer I was dumped by my beloved and felt so sorry for myself, I barely went out. Finally my two friends took pity on me. They were planning a holiday somewhere hot and suggested I join them. "I don't want to play gooseberry!" I scowled. I knew they were taking their boyfriends and would probably spend the whole time loved-up, reminding me of what I was missing."No worries," Sharon told me, reassuring me with a hug and a bright smile. I decided I would go, just for the change of scene if nothing else.

I was out after hockey training having a few quite drinks with some of my team members. My best friend on the team, Alison, was telling me about her boyfriend Tony. Aparently, he was drop dead gorgeous, great body, unbelievable in bed but a little bit dull. She was going to break-up with him soon - but she wanted a little bit more fun with him before she ended it. We had a few more drinks and at chucking out time rather than going on to the night club with the rest of the girls, she suggested that the two of us go back to her boyfriend Tony’s place, as it was nearby and we could have a couple more drinks back there. I was quite happy to do that as I didn't have much money for clubbing.

You've come to vist me for the weekend. As always, we cooked together, it's just like old times. At this point, it's too late to question the wisdom of the G&Ts before dinner and the copious amounts of wine with our food. You ask me if I'm trying to get you drunk. I just smile and pour you another glass. Conversation has been increasingly flirtatious and we're both feeling more than a little horny.

I've just got back from the holidays and I really am a new woman. I feel such a slut thinking about it - but a really wet slut.

We had booked up a fortnight in one of those luxury pre erected tents in Lake Garda with another couple, and the holiday was nice, relaxing and unremarkable until the day Gary suggested a trip to Gardaland. Now I absolutely hate roller coasters so it was agreed the other three would go for the day and I would stay in the tent and relax.

The two guys writhed with excitement as we tied them by their hands and feet to the bed posts. We could see boths of them getting progressively harder as they faced each other, their legs over lapping as we pulled the flat couch level with the bed.

Arriving home from work to an empty house is a mixed blessing. Usually I feel grateful. It means I have time to myself, to gather my thoughts and relax after the hectic pace of a working day. Once in a while though, I think it’s nice to find that someone wonderful is behind the door waiting for me, with dinner, a warm bath, a hard on or even all three!

Did you realise you were the prey in a hunt? Did you care? Was that part of the attraction, the reason you let yourself be caught? Sal and I were feeling reckless. It was the last night of our holiday and we’d been good, so good. We’d stuck to our promise to be there for each other, to make it a girls only holiday. Two weeks of giggly drunken nights, flirting with any guy that came near, but heading back to the hotel without company. It had been great, a chance to live again after two disastrous relationships. We were free and had no intention of being caught again quickly. But it was our last night, and we decided to treat ourselves. One problem… one room and one bed. Would it go to the girl who got lucky first? Not fair. If one got laid, we both got laid. Only one solution… one room, one bed, one guy, two girls…

“Do you want some chocolate cake?” Jenny asked from the counter.

“No, I’m on a diet,” lied Sandra convincingly, “so just make it a low fat cappuccino as well, will you.”

“Coming right up.”

The other wives called it ‘The Club’. In reality it was the same coffee bar just off the high street. All designer blends in sacks, trendy lounge music and pictures of smiling Aztecs on the walls. Their part of ‘the club’ was a high panelled area at the back where the 12 or so women would co-ordinate the rendezvous via mobile texts after school drop-offs, gym classes or just to relieve the daily boredom. Then it was a couple of hours to talk of nappy bins, private education, new curtain materials and a debate on whether buying a pair of Jimmy Choos was better than donating to the Tsunami relief fund.

Here is an incident that happened to me on a recent visit to one of the small Caribbean islands. I was there on my own, because I had just split up from a long-term relationship and decided I needed to get away.

Lunch is over and you’ve gone to make coffee. Returning, you ask me to close my eyes. In doing so, you place a blindfold over them, tie it tightly behind my head and instruct me to stand and walk a few paces then sit on a chair. As I sit, each wrist is bound and tied to the chair sides in silk, the music turned up and my shirt undone.

Joe hadn’t been seeing his girlfriend for long. Maybe just a few months, but their sex life, although regular, seemed to be missing something. Joe could tell that Becky was frustrated.

A few years ago, my husband kept the kids while I went for a visit with my best friend from college. Sunni is the sexiest woman I know and not surprisingly she is often involved in polyamorous relationships. I knew when I planned the trip that she was living with two men and another woman, but I didn't care. Little did I know that it would come to matter very much.

We love Turkey, it’s hot and clean and the beaches are great. We had an apartment for two weeks but decided to go on a Gulet for the first week. This is a yacht complete with a crew of two, fully catered but shared by 8 people. There were 4 couples on board and we cruised the coast of Turkey, stopping at various secluded beaches. We each had our own cabin but they were very small and we could hear everything going on. One of the couples was on their honeymoon, we didn’t see much of them, but we heard lots of groaning and moaning from their cabin, which turned us on as much as anything. Not that we needed too much turning on as the sun and sea did that for us – there is nothing like sun and swimming to get my pussy hot and Bob’s cock hard.