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you’re doing while you’re doing it—it helps to be turned on by the idea of what you’re doing, but chances are this may not be your current number one fantasy. What’s going to get you revved up and heading straight to orgasm is what turns you on most, so fantasize about what gets you hot. Use the fantasy that works for you, combined with the stimulation your lover is giving you, to come.
    Some people are very uncomfortable with the idea of fantasizing during partnered sex. When you’re having sex with your sweetie and your mind is somewhere else, it’s easy to feel that you’re being deceitful—though you’re not, at all. You are right there with them, they are stimulating you, and you’re fulfilling your part of the bargain perfectly by turning yourself on in the ways that work best for you so you can share your pleasure with them. You aren’t doing anything wrong; in fact, you’re doing what everyone else does when they have an orgasm, with or without a partner—using fantasy to kick-start your arousal, intensify the experience, and add variety to your sex life. A fantasy is simply something that works for you, be it a memory or an idea, and fantasizing during sexual activity is your way of incorporating it into your present relationship. Read more about fantasies for couples in the next chapter, “Fantasies for Two.”
    Three in One
    BY A LISON T YLER
    It happens so quickly that I don’t know what to do. I have my hands inside my panties, touching myself in random, randy circles. Then suddenly, a second set of hands is on me, covering my eyes, and before I can fully react to that unexpectedly erotic development, yet another set of hands joins in, forcing my hands out of my satin bikini bottoms and touching my pussy for me.
    I think it’s a woman behind me and a man down below, only because of the softness of the hands covering my eyes and the roughness of those yanking my pretty pearly-white panties down my thighs and then spreading my pussylips wide apart. I feel how exposed I am, and I would blush if I had the time. But everything happens so quickly that I don’t respond in any normal fashion. I don’t scream. I don’t fight. Not when the blindfold covers my eyes. Not when the feminine hands began to pinch my nipples, making them tent the slinky fabric of my semisheer T-shirt. I simply relax, relishing every second of the illicit experience. I groan as those rougher and ever-so-insistent hands on my sex stretch me wide and then wider, and I moan out loud when I feel a wet smear of lube drenching my inner lips.
    â€œOh, fuck me,” I sigh, so wet, so very ready. “Please, fuck me—”
    But though those hands are busy working me, nobody says a word. Fingers thrust forcefully into my pussy, and I clench down hard and lift my hips high in the air, savoring every second. I’m in heaven—the roughness of those hands palpitating my clit takes me on a delicious ride, alternating perfectly with the tightness of thumb and finger on my nipples pinching, harder, tighter. Hands caress me, rub over me, massage me.
    â€œOh, god,” I sigh, and a large, hard cock finds my mouth. Now my moans and sighs are muffled by the rigid tool, but at least I have something to do, some sort of purpose. I start to suck on the cock, focusing on the way it feels, the way I instinctively know how to swallow it. I’m so overwhelmed by the pleasure of submitting that it takes me a moment before I realize a second cock is filling my pussy. Christ, so it was two men. One more feminine, perhaps, than the other. But that’s okay. I’m ready. I can take them. I suck and suck, working the cock down my throat, and I can fuck and fuck, my pussy contracting on the cock inside me, bucking and thrusting, lost in this visionless world until…I feel a finger probing my asshole.
    My body tenses. I’m scared at the intrusion, and I feel