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This is a sample letter from one of our readers..... Dear Rev,Wow! I must first start by saying thank you, thank you, thank you! Your magazine has Rev’d up my sex life immensely. My husband and I have been married for 15 years and needless to say our sex life had dwindled down to practically zero activity. In the past I have tried different things to spice it up a bit but I am somewhat of a conservative, so some of the “things” on the market were a little too raunchy for my taste. I did find however, through trial and error that romance novels seemed to spark my sexual interests, but only through the hot and steamy parts, which unfortunately are about every other chapter. I got tired of having to read the whole book just to gain the benefit of three or four parts. Your magazine cuts right to the chase. I get the best part of a romance novel from reading other women’s experiences without the raunchiness you find in some other similar, yet less sophisticated type magazines. Every month I can’t wait to receive my next issue and for the next couple of weeks I try to space out my reading to make the benefits last until the next issue arrives…….and by the way…….my husband is also VERY grateful! Keep up the great work Rev ! And I hope my story helps some other lucky lady Rev up her sex life.P.S. Here is my story………It was a Saturday night and my husband had gone to drop off our son at a friends house to spend the night. While he was gone I ran a hot bubble bath, lit some candles, poured a glass of wine and settled into the tub with my most recent issue of Rev. As I lay back in the tub reading one story after another I could feel myself getting very aroused. Before I realized it I was about halfway through the issue and extremely hot, I don’t know if it was the heat of my bubble bath or the heat from my reading material but I was sweating profusely. I decided to bathe and get out of the tub before my bath was a wasted effort. As I was climbing out of the tub I heard my husband coming in through the back door. I could hear him talking to someone on his cell phone and telling them that he would be in for the night and to come on over. Damn, I thought, there goes my chance for a romantic evening alone with my husband. After he hung up from his phone call he immediately started looking for me as the house had gotten dark while he was gone and since I was in the tub with just candles burning there weren’t any lights on upstairs. I didn’t really want to holler down to him that I was upstairs because I didn’t want to ruin my own mood so I wrapped up in a towel and started downstairs. Trying to look a little sexy and hoping for a possible quickie before his company arrived, I tightened the towel around my breasts to make them push together and made sure to keep the towel as short as possible to give him a little peak at the goodies hiding just underneath. I rounded the corner into the kitchen as he was pulling out all of the fixings for a sandwich. You hungry? He asked me. Not for a sandwich I replied……he didn’t say anything, but I caught his reflection in the back door window and he was definitely watching me very closely. A few minutes passed and he asked me to get him some chips off of the refrigerator. Ok I though, a good opportunity to play with him. I reached up, stepping on my tippy toes, causing the towel to raise even higher and grabbed the chips for him. I laid them on the table and went to the refrigerator and opened the door. I stood there for a couple of minutes pretending to be looking for something to munch on and making sure to bend over every chance I got. I knew that something was up when he said, “John is on his way over, he should be here in a few minutes, would you mind fixing him a sandwich?” Since I am standing there in a towel and his friend is on the way over, the normal thing to say would be, “Go get some clothes on?” At that very moment I looked at him with a newfound interest and amazement…….What in the world was he up too? I guess he realized that I had picked up on this immediately and that’s when he said….”I saw that magazine you have next to your bedside table. I even read the letters that you had earmarked, were those your favorites?” I could feel myself turning blood red in the face. My body was tingling from head to toe as my husband stood there looking at me as if he were also seeing a new more interesting side of me. I turned around quickly, to hide my blushing of course and grabbed a wine glass. I needed a drink and I needed one fast. He quickly moved up behind me and grabbed the glass from my hand, with the other hand he ran his fingers up my inner thigh, gently brushing against my clit and sliding just the tip of his finger inside of me “let me get that for you honey, I think you are going to need it.” I was speechless and my mind was going a million miles an hour trying to remember which letters I had earmarked and wondering which one he must have thought was my favorite. As I watched him pour me a glass of wine I saw him look over my shoulder and past me towards the back door. For fear of turning beet red again I didn’t dare turn around and look to see if John was there…. I didn’t have to anyway I could sense it. I heard the door knob turn ever so quietly and then I heard the door shut and the deadbolt click. My husband took a sip of my wine, stared into my eyes and then planted his lips ever so softly on mine as if to say you are in very good hands, trust me. And I did. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to our den where various blankets had been strategically placed around the room. One was covering the coffee table, one over a big brown leather chair and one directly in front of the fireplace across the floor. As we walked past the entertainment center he turned on some soft music and led me over to the couch. As he went around the room lighting candles, John entered and sat down next to me. I looked at my husband to see what his response was and he never showed any change in his emotion. When he finished lighting the candles he handed me my wine and sat in the leather chair across from John and I. For probably the next hour he and John sat and talked about random stuff, but not in their normal male tones. They both made a point to keep their tones soft, but masculine and to continuously make eye contact with me to keep me involved although I never said a word to add to the conversation. These two didn’t miss a beat, my wine glass emptied several times and they made sure to re-fill it promptly. As they saw that my tension was relieving they turned the conversation towards a more romantic and sexual monologue. My husband suggested that I show John a tattoo that I had gotten earlier that year which he knew would require me to raise the towel and show off my well manicured private area. Still not quite as relaxed as they thought I was I stood up and tried to pull the towel to the side and only reveal the hipbone area where I had gotten my butterfly but my husband was having no part of that. Without saying a word he reached over and raised the towel up completely revealing my bush, my belly button ring and my butterfly tattoo. John pretended not to be able to see it very well and moved his head in closer to my abdomen. “Damn man that is very sexy, and I love her belly button ring! You are a very lucky man.” As I stood there still in amazement at my husbands actions, he slowly let the towel back down and instantly moved both hands down between my legs. My husband has always known that being rubbed on from behind was one of my most favorite things and he must have immediately remembered that because he did the one thing that gets me off faster than anything else in this world. Leaving one hand to massage and play with my clit, he removed my towel completely with the other hand and grasped one of my breasts, massaging it firmly while grazing his thumb across my very astute nipple. As soon as he thought he had me nearing an orgasm he placed his mouth dead between my shoulder and my neck and began to nibble and suck wildly. Feeling me start to squirm he tightened his grips and began thrusting one finger inside of me until I came all in his hand. This had all happened so fast that I had almost forgotten John was there. When I opened my eyes he was sitting back on the couch watching and admiring my husband at work. “Damn man, you got that down to a science don’t you?” they both laughed and that’s when my husband blew me away. “You want to give it a try?” he asked John, “she is multi-orgasmic and that little maneuver there is a sure fire winner.” Oh my god, my husband was treating me like one of his classic cars and I felt like I was fixing to be taken on a test drive by a potential buyer. At first I didn’t know what to think but then it became very intriguing to me and I realized that my husband was trying to help me live out some of my own fantasies and he wasn’t treating me like a possession so much as a PRIZED possession. John eagerly jumped up and moved in behind me, only it was different, John was left handed and did everything exactly the opposite of my husband. Not being quite as tall as my husband his reach wasn’t as long so he lifted my leg up and placed my toes on the coffee table so that my lips spread apart and gave him easy access. He gently rubbed my lips and spread my juices all between my legs, the whole time talking to my husband about all the things he admired about me. “She is so wet man, you really got her off with that thing that you did. Are there any others things that get her off like that?” They were talking about me as if I were an inanimate object of both their affections, but I realized my husband had come up with the rules of this game. John was only allowed to talk to him and I wasn’t allowed to talk at all. My husband kept the power because I was his possession and he had the envy and admiration of his friend. “Oh yeah, my husband replied, she loves sex and she is damn good at it. Move over here and sit on the couch.” John did as he was told. My husband gently grabbed my elbow and led me to the couch to sit and straddle John. “If you really want to make her squirm, hold both breasts in your hands and rub one nipple with your thumb, now take the other nipple and put it in your mouth and flick your tongue back and forth, after a minute or two of this she will be moaning and jerking like you wouldn’t believe. I can make her come without ever putting a thing inside of her.” “Really?” John asked and looking eager to give it a try, he placed a hand on each of my breasts. I could tell he was nervous because both of his hands were sweaty and the warmth was exceptionally tantalizing on my skin. John needed very little further direction from my husband as he lowered his mouth onto one of my nipples and began flicking it back and forth. He looked up at my husband and said “She has the prettiest nipples I have ever seen.” and immediately went back to work. Before long I was squirming and moaning. My husband moved in behind me and leaned my head back cupping it in his hand, he moved his face in close to mine and said “breath honey you are in good hands.“ I could feel John’s hardness between my legs and the seam of his blue jeans was rubbing my clit as I squirmed back and forth. As if I might somehow try to escape they both maintained their grasps on me as they brought me to one amazing orgasm after another. When I could no longer maintain holding my own body up my husband gently laid me back across the coffee table and spread my legs to reveal a very swollen and wet sweet spot. He gave John a nod and within seconds John had removed his pants and entered me with one gentle push. As John gently thrust in and out of me my husband stood watching and waiting. He never took his eyes off of my body, they devoured every inch of me from head to toe and he smiled as he watched another man penetrating me over and over. When John was about to cum he pulled out his penis and covered my stomach. My husband obviously realizing that it took a little longer for me to cum in the traditional fashion immediately rolled me over on the coffee table and slid me back so that my knees were on the floor. Without missing a beat he removed his pants and slid his enormous penis into me. As if doing a demonstration he firmly grabbed my hips and told John “If you hold her right here and slide yourself all the way in slowly and then use her hips to kind of grind on your stomach, it really drives her insane.” And oh my god did it, just hearing him talk and realizing that my husband knew every trick in the book to get me off totally blew my mind and I came like I had never cum before. After I had finished, my husband stopped without having finished himself. I lay across the coffee table exhausted and amazed. He stood up, wrapped my towel around his mid-section and waited on John to get dressed. They walked back to the kitchen, talked for a few minutes about random stuff and then John thanked him for an amazing night and left. My husband returned to the living room where I had moved to the blanket that was laying on the floor and grabbed the blanket from the leather chair. He laid down beside me and covered us both up and that was the last thing I remembered until morning. I awoke in the morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen he had my breakfast all prepared and next to it was some stationary, an envelope and a pen. “What’s this for I asked?” and my husband replied, “Now you can right a letter of your own.” He kissed me on the forehead and went out the door. Thank you Rev for the most amazing night of my life.Signed, Becca L. Fayetteville, NC

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