this does not have to be an either-or situation. Enjoy the company of your new gentleman friend for social occasions. And have a well-hung toy-boy on call for when your vagina requires a good hard shagging
THE NEW STEPFORD WIVES
Dear Miss Manners,
the four of us were enjoying one of the county's sophisticated monthly sex soirees, it's a must for anyone who is anyone to be seen there, with our most influential citizens and decision-makers. Simply to receive the gilt-laminated invitation card invests much sought-after prestige. My husband Terry and I, with our friends and neighbors Jill and Richard, were lounging nude in an arbor by the millionaire outdoor pool where other naked couples of a more exhibitionist tendency were frolicking, hoping to attract the attention of our Host and Rich-Bitch Hostess. Terry and Richard began to make it apparent that they were in the mood for oral sex. Not that I was necessarily averse to the idea, but in a teasing way I said 'if fellatio is so wonderful, why don't you do it to each other?' It was intended more as a provocative jest than an actual suggestion. But Terry looked down at Richard's groin... which was already showing evidence of arousal, then looked up at me with a questioning expression on his face. I nod, amused to see just how far he would take it. He looks back at Terry's erect penis, up to where Terry was smiling. Then reached out in a wary experimental way, and slips the head of Terry's cock between his lips. He paused, undecided, as though testing out the strange new experience, then I could tell by the way his cheeks were flexing, that he was sucking. His head began to bob up and down the shaft, each downward thrust taking a little more cock into his mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and must admit it was very erotic to watch my husband sucking my neighbor's cock. I know just how big Richard is, because I've had the pleasure of him filling my pussy to capacity on a couple of occasions! Richard was obviously enjoying his attentions too, because he began grunting low in his throat, his hips making little instinctive fucking motions into the mouth that was pleasuring him. Jill clapped her hands in glee in a way that makes her generously large breasts jiggle attractively. Terry closed his eyes in concentration, I could see the inch of cock his mouth could not take pulsing and swelling rhythmically, and with a thrill I realized that my husband was swallowing cum!
However, I considered this to be a one-off incident, amusing and provocative. Until next month's party. The soirees are exclusive events for the cream of local dignitaries, it is important for your social standing in the community to be seen there, yet Richard not only sucked Terry off again, but two other men who just happen to notice and came across to join us. I was getting a little concerned by now. We visited the Supermarket in the Mall at the weekend and I'm sure the cashiers were giggling to each other and pointing us out. I'm afraid that Terry is getting a reputation as the local cum-dump. Yet he gives no indication that anything is wrong. I'm sure he's been seeing Richard more frequently recently. And he's said that for next month's soiree he may wear lingerie... and take it up the bum-hole! Please Miss Manners, I'm getting worried.
-Worried Suburban Social Climber-
Dear Worried Suburban,
allow Terry to enjoy his newfound pleasures and to experience all the sensual delights they have to offer. His new openness may even lead to unexpected opportunities for further social advancement, if he sucks the right cocks!
FOR LADIES WHO LUNCH: ON PUSSY
Dear Miss Manners,
we were enjoying a Prosecco girl's-night, me and my friends Meera and Judith, when I blurted out that I'd discovered my first white pubic hair. Lights were low, the drink was having its softening effect, we were giggling out secret confidences, and I said it almost without thinking. When we'd finished laughing Meera said that, for her, that would not happen, because she was shaved 'down there'. Judith agreed, she also had a 'bald pussy'. I was a little embarrassed, but intrigued. I would not even know how to begin shaving. 'No problem,' said Meera, offering to help me. Men like a bald pussy, said Judith with shocking candour, 'so pubic hairs don't stick in their teeth when they kiss you there.' Again there were gales of scandalised laughter. My husband would never do that. Never. Judith had her nail-clippers out. Meera went into the bathroom, got a bowl of warm soapy water and a lady-shave razor. I was nervous, but it seemed I had no choice. Halfway between a risqué party game and beauty therapy. Embarrassed I slip my panties down and off. Meera said my pussy was like a badger, dark and bushy, with traces of white. Judith reached in and began snipping it away with the nail-scissors. We were giggling infectiously. Meera washed the stubble with soapy water, then began with the razor, moving in neat strokes down my pubis, nudging my legs apart to tease out stray wispy hairs around my vulva lips. Once done Judith toweled me dry and said 'there, you're kissably clean now' and - before I realize it, dips her head down and kisses me at the upper point of my pussy opening. As if to demonstrate. I gasp with shock, and without thinking I say 'oh! that felt so nice.' I looked bizarre down there. I wasn't sure I even recognized myself.
The intimate Prosecco haze was having its effect. 'David doesn't do that?' Judith persisted. I was forced to admit 'no', he's never shown much interest in the sexual side of our life. I'd grown used to it, I suppose. So when Judith dips her head in, and kisses my pussy again, this time I could feel her tongue on me, wriggling and probing, I react almost despite myself, gasping and raising my hips to meet her face. I never knew that sex could feel so good, and when her tongue teased me to climax it was the most fulfilling orgasm I'd ever felt. I was lost in a dizzy emotional confusion. I was nervous about David's response to my newly-shaved condition. Would he like it? Would he be shocked? That night at bedtime I make a point of getting undressed, coy with expectation, and stand there so that he couldn't help but notice. He simply ignored me, turned over, went to sleep and began snoring. I lay awake, restless, thinking over and over again of how Judith's tongue had felt. I've never been sexually attracted to women. But I long to feel that way again. I wonder what it would be like to kiss and lick her pussy too? Is that perverse? I know with absolute certainty that I cannot live without doing it again. Oral sex, with another woman! What does that mean? Please help me.
-Confused-
Dear Confused,
Sapphic love is a special and precious thing. Never be afraid to enjoy your friends to the full. You deserve it.
A MESSAGE FOR ALL MY READERS
What a wonderful world it would be if we could begin every morning with oral sex.
Gentlemen lick those delicious pussies that are dark and fragrant with the night.
Ladies, suck those cocks that still retain the delightful pussy-wine taste from last night's fucking.
People, it could be the dawn of a blissful new era of love, peace and satisfaction.
