Best of Readers Letters

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Here's a favourite readers letter from Fiesta. To accompany the scan I have included a link to the text-to-speech of this letter - for those who have trouble focusing on small text late at night



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Another favourite from the Fiesta archive. As this was one of those that didn't have images and just continued over several pages, I have just included the transcript.

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My name is Susan, I am 25 years old and married. My husband has asked me to write to you about an incident five years ago, which he finds very stimulating, and so do I, although it's rather embarrassing as well. At that time his brother Stephen, who was 22 years old, was in the parachute regiment fighting in the Falklands. This was a dreadful time for the family, particularly when he was wounded, but the news soon came through that he was only walking wounded and would come home on the QE2.

Because neither of his parents drove and my husband at the time was away on business I went down to collect Stephen, who was one of the first off the boat. His hands were swathed in bandages from shrapnel wounds, but he had elected to come home and attend the local hospital.

The celebrations were unbelievable, and by holding a beer glass in both hands he was able to join in. By late afternoon I was drunk and we decided I couldn't drive the 250 miles home so we looked for a hotel. Just one bedroom with a double bed was available, which we took.

When we got to the bedroom and rang his parents, we started to slowly sober up. Stephen wanted a good hot bath, after weeks being spent with other troops and was desperately embarrassed to say he needed help. I tried to put on my sympathetic nurse's approach and said that as he was wounded I would do whatever was necessary, whatever nurses did.

Firstly, I ran the bath, but when I came back into the room Stephen just hadn't been able to undo anything and was obviously pained and distressed. Calming him down I started to undress him down to his underpants which were very grubby, and he was very sweaty. He certainly did need a bath although he looked a fine figure tanned from the tropics and very muscular from his military training. Out of consideration for me Stephen suggested he go in the bath with his barbed wire pants on, so, tying on his waterproof mittens I led him into the room and left to get the bags out of the car and sort the room out.

Luckily, I had packed an overnight emergency bag and I started hanging up my things for the evening dinner I had decided to treat Stephen to, and his mother had thoughtfully out in some clean clothes for him, which he certainly needed.
I then went back into the bathroom with a drink for Stephen and started to wash his hair, which he told me was absolute luxury. I then got him to the standing position ready for a good scrubbing, with his underpants streaming with water, and hair and flesh sticking
out all over the place. I told him not to worry, but they would have to come down but that he wasn't the first man I had seen. He eased the tension by saying that as I was married, I should be used to this kind of thing and laughing I hooked my thumbs in and pulled them down.

A nicely circumcised cock and large balls surrounded by thick black hair swung into view and contrasted sharply with the rest of his well tanned muscular body. To my relief he was hanging slack. Using a flannel I gave his back and bottom a good scrubbing and then turned him around for the front. As I worked down his hard flat stomach the strings started. and stopped soaping as his cock reared up at my hand and got almost flat against his stomach. It was the most vicious erection I had ever seen.

Stephen was dreadfully embarrassed but said that after three months without a woman and now not being able to wank, what did I expect, particularly with the amount of leg that I was showing? | hadn't been conscious of this but I was wearing a short summer dress which pulled tight over my breasts and did show a lot of my legs.

Not knowing what to say I knelt down, soaped the flannel again and rubbed all over his genitals. | felt very conscious of the fact that my husband had just invited me into the art of kneeling down and giving head and the thought of this gave me a rather damp knicker crotch. To my relief, but obviously not to my brother in law's, no sperm erupted as I finished the soaping, and I then rinsed him off with the flexible shower head.

Standing him on the bath mat and drying him I was conscious of the mirrors in the room and this great hard-on which seemed to be visible everywhere I looked. Stephen still kept apologising but I felt very sorry for him standing there with his useless hands held down by his side, what with this magnificent erection thrusting up from a large ball sac and tight black curly hairs.

Wrapping a towel around him I suggested we both lie on the bed and have a few hours sleep before dinner. I woke up before Stephen and was relieved to see that where his towel had fallen open he had reduced to normal size. I now went into the bathroom to get ready for dinner, and when Stephen woke up he shouted through and asked if he could come in and soap me. I think he was only half joking but I declined in any case.

Going back into the room in my bathrobe, I started collecting up my clothes to change for dinner, but Stephen said why not dress there, in fact he would like to watch. Laughing this off I still thought it a good idea as the bathroom was very cramped. I lay on the bed with my white cross over silk blouse, my black knee length skirt, black pants, black stockings and suspenders. I knew the effect that these clothes had on my husband and I realised that there was a good chance it would blow Stephen's mind.

I managed to get dressed under his gaze without giving too many intimate secrets away, and then stood up and asked his opinion. He told me I looked magnificent and then rolled towards the wall, I thought to hide his erection.
I was distressed to see he was crying, and after consoling him for some time he
described to me the fear and shock he had been through and now at the homecoming he had looked forward to, instead of a good fucking (his words) he was sat useless in a bedroom whilst his sister in law tarted herself up, and he hadn't even seen her cunt.

I was shocked, hurt and desperately sorry for him, and asked him what he wanted me to do. He hung his head and said it was disgusting, but I said I would do anything he wanted (hoping it wasn't too distasteful). There were two chairs in the room and he asked me to sit him naked in one, he then got me to put the other chair opposite him with me sitting in it with my high heels resting on pillows he had told me to throw on the floor. This had the effect of raising my knees, which I had closed together, with my skirt pulled down.

| knew what was coming next. My brother in law's erection was growing as | looked at him and he told me to open my legs and pull my skirt back. He could see right up there and told me to pull my panties down. I slid them off but closed my legs.

"Now. lean right back." he said, "and hang one leg over each arm of the chair, with your skirt right back"

I thought Stephen would explode, he had probably never seen anyone in the flesh so exposed and my husband had never seen me like this.

"Open your blouse," he said and my two small breasts came into sight with the nipples hard and tingling.

"Now, take one finger and rub your clit," I was told and I obediently stroked what was just becoming a hot, wet slit. After watching me do this for some minutes he went over to the bed and asked me to wank him off. I had been expecting this and decided to take my black skirt off for it, because in the state my brother was in I could see that his sperm would be flying everywhere.

Kneeling beside him I took his long, thick and hard tool and started stroking, lubricating every now and again with spittle. Stephen was groaning and moving about, and predictably could not hold out for long. Suddenly a great stream of sperm arched out of his prick, spraying over me, the bed and Stephen's stomach.

"Keep rubbing," he shouted and two more streams came out flooding my stockings and thighs.

Eventually he relaxed, and we both sank back in an embarrassed silence, whilst I kleenexed both of us up and stepped back into my skirt and pants.

In the morning I gave him one more session on the understanding it would never be repeated.Sensibly he made it last as long as possible, having three complete cums before being satisfied.

My brother in law is still in the paras, and knowing what soldiers are like he will probably get to read this letter. If you do Stephen, my husband knows all about this, and has asked us to put on a repeat performance in front of him. Interested? Let me know.

Susan, Sheffield

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