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Beth Gets Around

I don’t know what first made me suspicious that my wife was fooling around on the side. Beth is a striking brunette with large brown eyes and a gorgeous body. She didn’t have a lot of sexual experience before we married ten years ago, and I guess you’d say we had a pretty vanilla sex life.

Until recently, that is. Then I noticed that she wanted to try some new sex positions and that sort of thing. I wondered if she was screwing one of my friends or her best friend’s husband.

But nothing clicked until I realized she always arranged to be at home when the gardener, Jorge, came by. He often volunteered to do extra chores around the yard at no charge, too. He’s a very well-built, dark- haired Latino guy, in his late twenties, so I could understand her interest in him. I decided to sneak home when he was there to see what was up.

One Monday recently when I knew the gardener was supposed to come by, I told Beth that I had to drive to a client’s office that is about a two-hour drive from where we live. But instead I drove to a coffee shop, killed about an hour flirting with a waitress, and drove toward home. Parking on the next street, I approached our house thru the park that runs behind it. I stood in the trees and looked into our yard.

Sure enough, the gardener was there, but so was his helper, another good-looking Hispanic man in his early twenties. I was a bit disappointed, figuring nothing would happen with this other guy around. I could not have been more wrong.

Beth came out the back door, glanced around, and called Jorge over to her. She stood very close to him, her ripe breasts about to burst out of her soft grey baby t-shirt. They spoke for a few minutes before signaling to Jorge’s co-worker to join them. Then, to my shock, Beth led them into the house.
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2 Guys Are Better Than 1

My best friend Jake called me and asked if I’d fly up to visit him to help him move. I never turn down a free trip so off I went. We spent most of the first day putting all of his stuff in boxes, and by nightfall we were both ready for a few beers. We met up with some friends of his, including Darcy, a beautiful redhead with a great body. I flirted with Darcy all night as we went from bar to bar. I thought I was making pretty good progress, even though Jake kept giving me signals to back off, but I just figured he was jealous. Finally, I asked Darcy if she’d ever slept with a guy she’d just met. She laughed and asked if I’d ever slept with a lesbian. I stuttered, not knowing how to respond. She replied, “If you get the chance take it, we’re excellent.”

“Do you exclusively sleep with women, are do you sleep with men also?” I asked, hoping I still had a chance.

“I’d never do a guy. Woman are just so much prettier.” I had to agree with her, even though my hopes for the night were dashed. After that however, Darcy and I were still just as flirtatious, maybe even moreso now that I knew I wasn’t going to get any. Jake still had no idea that I knew, and kept trying to warn me, I played dumb and let him think I thought I still had a chance. The bars all closed down, and the whole group, about nine of us, all went for a night cap at a nearby apartment. We stayed up most of the night telling embarrassing stories and drinking. Darcy was sitting on my lap while Jake continued to give me silent warnings. I got up to use the restroom, and when I returned Jake had taken my place under Darcy’s beautiful backside. Knowing I wasn’t losing out on anything, I simply took the available seat and rejoined the fun.
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Football Memories

Reminiscing is a good thing. I do quite a bit of it. I especially like to reminisce about my college football days. It’s been 9 years since I graduated college and joined the working world. Although my dating life has been good, nothing has happened to me since that can compare to those days of football glory. I remember the parties, the perks, the fame, the women…what a wonderful experience. Pussy was so plentiful in those days. Young, gorgeous college girls with their tight bodies practically threw themselves at me and my teammates.

I was the starting tailback for my school. I was in much better shape in those days. I stood 6 ft 2 inches tall and carried 225 lbs of rock solid muscle. Being a large young black man, some found my presence to be a bit intimidating. I was the prototype Mandingo warrior, complete with an 11 inch thick black cock for stretching young white pussies. I was pretty proud of my dick. Still am. Not only is my cock thick and long, but it sports an assortment of thick veins, giving it a muscular and powerful look, and a doorknob-sized head. I’m also a heavy cummer. I have been known to spray women with such huge loads of love juice as to be able to fill a drinking glass to the brim.

My school had very wealthy alumni. Many of them were crotchety old white men who love football and were willing to pad the pockets of the players to show their “gratitude” for continuing the school’s winning tradition. I received a king’s ransom in cash and gifts in those days. Of course, this was all against NCAA rules, but so what. Most of the players, although receiving full scholarships, didn’t have enough spare change to afford to take their girlfriends to a movie. We believed we earned our perks, and kept it all under wraps.

During one of the many “socials” that we have with alumni, I met the college’s most wealthy benefactor, a Texas oil man named Mr. Clive Jones. Mr. Jones was 77 years old and looked to have one foot in the grave. He was a nice old man though. We talked a bit about football and my future plans before he slipped me an envelope full of cash. It was my freshman year at school, and I was totally taken aback by this gesture. He looked at me and smiled. At that moment, a beautiful young blonde came our way. She wrapped her arms around the old man and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
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Extra Help

She was an uncommon beauty. One of those rare individuals that seem to have it all. Her name was Tiara, a senior in my British Literature class. She had recently moved to the States from her family home in Brazil. And I for one was glad. She moved down the hall of our high school like a dream, turning the heads of all the underclassmen and most to the male faculty. She wore the most proactive outfits, the shortest of skirts that revealed her milk chocolate thighs and tight half shirts that showed off her flat stomach and a very sexy bellybutton ring.

Despite all of her physical advantages, she still was struggling with my course and the English language in general and she was a regular visitor to my desk with questions about this author or that meaning of a word or phrase. I looked forward to these visits. I understood the danger of my infatuation but I could not help it, nor could I control it. I was under her spell. Her sensuousness was consuming me.

I found myself singling her out when I roamed about the room offering advice on some writing project or the other. Kneeling at her desk pointing out trivial mistakes. It was all a ruse to be near her. Her perfumed hair intoxicated me. It fell in washboard-curled waves over her shoulders, caressing her skin as it went. It aroused sexual feelings in me that my wife had not awakened in years. I found myself getting an erection as I knelt next to her. I had no control. None. I was lost. I had to have her. The job be damned.
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Living Out My Fantasy

For years, I’ve been more than a little curious about sharing a sexual experience with another woman. My husband has been encouraging me to live my fantasy but I hadn’t had the courage or opportunity. But that all changed last week. So let me come out of the closet a little and give you some of the background to my fantasy and how I’ve lived it.

In addition to his regular job, Jeff is a certified massage practitioner and use to give massage lessons to singles and couples years ago. Through that work, he has a few friends in the massage business. A few months ago, after he gave me one of his wonderful sensual massages, I told him of my fantasy to give a sensual massage to a woman and see where it would go. When he was giving lessons, he sometimes used me as the model on the table for the students, but after seeing some of those great female bodies, I wanted to get my hands on one. Based on that thought, he arranged for a female friend of his, Cindy, to give me a massage. He told me she was an old friend of his and that they went to the same massage classes years ago. She had agreed to give me a massage and add some sensuality to it not normally given in a straight massage. This would give me some ideas from a woman’s point of view of what to do if I ever had a chance to live my fantasy with another woman.

I met Cindy one evening at her house. Before we got started, we talked for awhile getting acquainted. She was a very attractive woman, about 40 and easy to talk to. She said that Jeff told her that I wanted to experience a sensual massage from a woman and was that ok. I said sure thinking it would be nothing more than a slow sensual oil massage not much different than a normal one. I was hoping she would at least not drape me with a sheet like most professionals and maybe get close to my upper legs and breasts for some fantasy feelings. She then asked if it would be ok if she also was nude for the massage.
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The Student The Counselor and the Librarian

It had been a bad evening. Dinner with Brad and the worst argument of their relationship. A really bad evening. Bad enough to make Lisa think she should swear off boys! When Lisa arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Joan was quick to track her down before her first class started.

“Lisa, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?” Joan asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Joan’s guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Joan closed the door behind her, without locking it.

“How did it go?” the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice.

“Stop worrying, Joan.” Lisa answered, “The tests were negative. See, I knew there’d be no problem.”

“When you’re eighteen, that’s an easy assumption to make.” was all Joan could reply.

“Besides, ” Lisa said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, “I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there.”

“Really?” said Joan, settling back into her chair behind the desk. “And all for free? That’s one nice doctor. I ought to go to him.”

“Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!”
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My Wife Likes Black Cock

Life is strange to say the least. Take the situation that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I have been married almost seven years now, but out relationship has changed more in the last six months than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how my present predicament began. I guess in a sense everything that has happened to me has been my fault.

I should have left well enough alone, you see I’m married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is Linda and I’ve been with her ever since she was 16 years old. She had never known any other man but me and that was fine with me. I’m a couple of years older than Linda but not that much more experienced in sexual matters than her. Linda was a virgin when we meet, and I had only a couple of sexual experiences before meeting my wife.

In any event, our sex life was fine for the first five years and then in the next year, I noticed how it kind of tailed off. I figured that I could improve our sex life by having us both watch and get better sexually educated by watching some porn flicks. At first Linda was against it, but she relented and eventually she seemed to actually like watching them. It did seem to improve the frequency of our sex sessions but then something interesting happened.

As Linda and I were watching a new porno flick I had picked up, she seemed to be taking particular interest in Peter North’s large equipment as he filled some women to the limit with it. The next scene showing a black guy with his even bigger cock seemed to fascinate her even more.
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Showering With Cheryl

Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything.

Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed. I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains between the showers for privacy.
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Truck Driving School

Hi, my name is Arvin, I’m 6’4 245lbs with blue eyes, brown hair and a good tan body. My story starts in May of 1997 I was in Indianapolis, Indiana at C1 truck driving school learning how to become a truck driver. The day I arrived at the school I meet my teacher he was a pretty nice guy and he informed me that I would be sharing a hotel room with two other students. I said ok and headed to the hotel to get checked in and it was a nice hotel it had a in door pool, bar, and a restaurant. I got checked in and went to my room once there I meet my roommates and they seemed to be ok guys so I got unpacked and settled in. Then I went down by the pool to hang out there were a few people down there and come to find out they were all students of the school. As we talked I looked up and saw her and my mouth dropped she was 5’4 100lbs she had blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that was completely perfect. When she came down she sat down next to me and introduced herself she said her name was Jenny and she was from Georgia.

I told her my name and we begin to talk then I decided to go for a swim so I went to my room and changed. When I got down to the pool Jenny was gone so I got in the pool and swam a few laps. I was swimming to one end when I heard a splash at the other end and when I turned around I seen Jenny coming up out of the water. She had a red and white bikini on and she looked amazing her tits were so perfect then Jenny swam down to me and grabbed me until she could grab the side of the pool. As we stood there talking I realized how easy she was to talk too and we both really enjoyed each others company. The next day we all went to class and at lunch time Jenny wanted to go with me to get something to eat so we walked to a dinner that was close to the school. After school had let out for the day I was going to walk back to the hotel when Jenny yelled for me so I stopped and she came running up to me and asked if she could walk with me I said sure and we headed for the hotel.
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Prom Dress Fitting

“I’d love to go,” Fran said excitedly into the phone, “sure, sure, uh huh, okay, yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at school then, and thanks for asking me, bye.” “Yipeeeee,” Fran shouted at the top of her lungs, “guess who just asked yours truly to the Prom?” “Let me guess,” her mother replied thoughtfully, “I’ll bet it was Stuart?.?” “Oh, mother,” Fran replied in exasperation, “you know who it was, it was Jack.” “Jack,” her mother asked playfully, “do I know him?” Fran playfully poked her mother in the arm and replied, “This is gonna be the best night of my life, Jack and a couple of the guys are renting a limo, I can hardly wait, oh my gosh, I’ve gotta get a dress. Her mother patted her on the arm and offered, “Don’t worry about a thing, honey, well start looking at dresses tomorrow, we can start at Marie’s place, she’s a good friend and will probably give us a deal.” Fran merely nodded happily and ran upstairs to call her friends to tell them the good news.

“Hi, Peggy,” Marie called out from the far end of her store, “long time no see.” “Hello, Marie,” Peg replied while making her way through the maze of dresses and gowns hanging in every nook and cranny of the small boutique, “you remember may oldest daughter, Fran, well she needs a dress for the junior-senior prom and we want something special as it will be her last high school dance.” “Of course I remember her,” Marie replied with a wide smile on her face, “but I think it’s been six or seven years, and I must say, my how you’ve grown.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Fran replied softly, “I hope you have something exciting for me to wear.” “Don’t you worry abou that,” Marie said emphatically, “if I don’t have it, then I’ll just have to make it.” Peg gave her daughter a playful poke in the ribs and offered, “See, what’d I tell ya, Marie’ll have exactly what you need.”

“So,” Marie asked, “exactly what type of dress did you have in mind?” Fran looked at her mother for a second, and after getting the go ahead, she replied softly, “Well we were kinda hoping to get something that was strapless, you know, something that shows a lot of shoulder.” “Mmmmmmmm, a good idea,” Marie said while moving over to a rack of dresses in the corner of the store, “how about one of these, they’re all strapless and I’m sure that you’ll find that one of them is just right for you?” Fran worked her way through the fifty or so gowns that were pressed tightly together, until she came to a black and white number that was truly stunning. “How about this one,” she asked excitedly while holding it up to her neck, “what do you think, mom?” “My goodness it certainly is low cut,” she replied to her daughter, “why don’t you try it on and we’ll see how it looks on you.” “Where’s the dressing room,” Fran asked? “Oh, you don’t need a dressing room,” Marie replied softly, “I’ll go and lock the front door while you get started changing.”
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