A&E's Resident Sex Expert: Dr. Kat (continued)

Your questions answered Dr. Kat Van Kirk, an AASECT certified Sex Therapist and licensed Marriage Therapist. This month's question is…

Q&A: "Interested in Plug and Play"

Dear Dr. Kat,

My friend told me she really likes butt plugs. My husband and I are intrigued. What do we need to know?

Thanks,
Breanne

Dear Breanne,

Butt plugs are for the stimulation of the anus. When done properly, many women experience heightened sensations during masturbation or intercourse.

Always play with an anal toy/plug specifically designed for that behavior. They will have a flared base or string so that you can easily retrieve it when play is done. Go slow and start with a smaller plug, making sure both the plug and anus are well lubed. Never insert anything into the vagina after the anus without washing or changing the condom over it first.

You may find other activities more enjoyable while the plug is in -- double penetration with vaginal intercourse, mutual masturbation, kissing, oral sex… Some women enjoy the sensation so much they wear them while not having sex!

Cheers,

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Guilty Pleasures: Erotic Fiction (continued)

My Cheatin' Ass
-- by "Teri"

Life in the country was safe, sweet, and predictable. As Paul, my husband, and I made love, I found my mind wandering to past encounters and fantasies. Paul's superb body offered endurance but no expertise, and it had been so long since he had properly gone down on me, I had almost forgotten the pleasures of oral sex. Sad, right?

So one day, when my work as an artist brought me to the city, I found myself gazing at men in the street. When I ran into Jamie, an old pal from college, I kissed him with a tad too much enthusiasm. Something about Jamie looked more sophisticated, in a crisp white shirt, dark suit, no tie -- a real change from the last time we met.

Jamie insisted I join him for a drink. I accepted and found myself flirting outrageously. When he asked about my marital status, I virtuously told him how stable and happy we were. Jamie, getting over an acrimonious divorce, wished me luck. He told me he was immersed in being single and having fun, complete with nubile young models and late night clubs.

Inwardly, I sighed. How could a swinging bachelor really want me when he had the choice of the city's sweetest sweet young things? I attributed his friendliness to nostalgia for the old times we shared and promised to call him next week upon my return.

I spent the following week with Paul, harvesting our verdant garden. When I came back to the city, I called Jamie who immediately asked me over. Opening his door, he wore a pair of boxer shorts and nothing more. His shirtless chest invited my touch but I restrained my desires.

"Teri, you know I've always wanted you…" he whispered as his hands ran up and down my body, his fingers probing beneath my bra. Grasping my nipples, he rubbed the tips to tantalizing hardness, and proceeded to lick and and suck my breasts until I was fairly moaning in anticipation.

I don't remember if there was any further conversation, but the sex was fan-fucking-tastic. All the playfulness and technique Paul lacked, Jamie possessed in abundance. After his persistent fingering brought me to my first orgasm, he dove between my legs and licked me to a frenzy of desire. When his tongue connected with my engorged clit, I absolutely exploded. I came again as his teeth tenderly nibbled upon my swollen clit. After one limp moment, I decided to return his favors and began to lick his thick erection. Before I even had a chance to deep-throat him, he slowly put it down my throat, holding my head in a firm grasp. Plunging in and out of my mouth, I hardly had a moment to breathe. Just as I was sure I was bringing him to an orgasm, he slid from my lips, rolled me over and entered me doggy style.

With one fluid movement, he eased into my juicy pussy. I could feel his heavy balls bouncing against my thighs as his hands held my hips. Moving with expert precision, he slid inside and out, until we both came with a crash.

Jamie lay on top of me, sweaty and breathless. As I felt him soften inside me, the first waves of guilt overwhelmed me. Paul, back at home, totally innocent and unsuspicious…ugh. Now what?

As if picking up my thoughts, Jamie gently asked, "You're new at this, aren't you? Is this your first time?"

I nodded. "I guess Paul will flip out when I tell him?"

"Tell him? Why?" And Jamie laid out his philosophy: what someone doesn't know won't hurt them. And then, after our thoughtful discussion, another orgiastic bout ensued.

Back home, I found myself fucking Paul with renewed vigor and zest. When he noticed a bruise on my thigh from Jamie's over zealous attentions, I brushed it off as a fall. Otherwise, all was copacetic on the home front. But I couldn't wait for my next encounter with Jamie. I let him know when I was going to be in town, and he made reservations for dinner. We dined at an old school French restaurant where the maître d' fussed over us. Under the table, he flipped off my shoe, and guided my stockinged foot to his crotch —— and his hardening erection. I was so turned on, I couldn't wait for the coffee and desert to arrive. But instead of rushing back to his place, we stopped in a jazz club where Jamie's friend played piano until the early hours.

Bone tired, I fell asleep in the cab home and drowsily followed Jamie to his apartment. Just as I was falling into a deep sleep, he was upon me, turning my body on with all his skill and passion. I was so exhausted, all I could do was open my legs and take in his talented cock, which soon brought me to a dreamy orgasm. Just as I was on the verge of collapse, he found my clit and as he slammed into me, he fingered me to a further peak, then flooded inside me.

I was again home and guilt plagued me. Although I'd once been fearless in telling Paul anything and everything, I found myself saying less and less about my time spent in the city. Jamie's warning echoed in my mind: why tell Paul something that would only hurt and confuse him?

Jamie knew my schedule, so he called when Paul was out. His very voice drove me wild and I promised to see him as soon as possible. Making love with Paul made me want Jamie even more. There wasn't any doubt that Paul -- younger and sexier -- had the more beautiful body, bit it was Jamie's passion I wanted.

By the time we met again, I was determined not to waste one precious moment on the formalities of dining out or trendy club hopping. I literally pounced on Jamie minutes after my arrival at his door. Without a second's hesitation, Jamie rolled me over and proceeded to caress my ass. With my back to him, he slid a slippery finger into my asshole. I didn't know what to think as he explored my virgin ass with knowledge and self-confidence.

As he mounted me, he must have felt the involuntary tightening of my sphincter muscles. Jamie applied more lube, then re-inserted his thick cock slowly, whispering as he coached, "Breathe slowly, squeeze… okay… now release. I can wait. We can wait. Take as long as you need." I could tell how much this new butt sex trip was turning him on, so I mentally reached inside myself to imagine his rod ever so slowly sliding in. It started to feel good. Real good. "Slap my ass - but don't go crazy," I demanded. Now my body was responding to his entering my rear.

Having two men is like a drug. And like a drug, in this case, two men are going to be bad for you. Add the drama of an affair, hiding things from my husband -- I became one chaotic mess.

Sometimes, nestling on Jamie's shoulder, I call him Paul. And poor Paul couldn't help wondering why I had become so interested in anal sex and butt plugs. And lube! Yes, even though I initially just wanted my pussy eaten, Jamie helped me discover I had an itch that needed scratching. And that itch was my cheatin' ass.

Well, it eventually happened. Jamie finally met a young-er girl. Surprise. And though it broke my heart in two, I wasn't ready to leave my uncomplicated husband, the security of our home, and life together in the woods. But let me tell you, when that affair ended, so did some of the best and most enjoyable fucking I've ever been lucky enough to know. Oh, Paul, can we get that butt plug out again…?