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Surviving the Divorce

“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.

“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.

“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”

“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!

“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
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French Roulette (FF/M, oral, anal, light bondage)

“A Pair of sixes.”

“Three sevens.”

“Full House. Queens over threes. Pay up, Andrea.”

Agonizingly slow. Still, closer and closer. Both had
lost (first their left, then their right) spike
heeled sandals. Their deliberate card playing and
movements made those losses seem like hours ago.
Nevertheless, the sight of their shapely legs,
lovingly caressed by their ultra sheer hose, anchored
my attention. Their petite feet were expertly
pedicured. Their fingers perfectly manicured. Very
minimal make-up was expertly applied. The barest
hints of their perfume fogged my brain, which swam
with visions of things yet to come.
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Backdoor lovers

There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to
watch your wife suddenly turn it on for another man. Brad, a 42-year-old
professor, had that chance to see his 20-year-old wife perform at a
convention at an upscale hotel in Miami. Dawn wore a very revealing
black dress that evening. It was shorter than anything Brad had ever
seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance
with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear
it at first. But Dawn, who had a shapely but very petite 104 pound body,
seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress. In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies Big Ass 4 Continue reading Backdoor lovers

White Wedding – wife sharing

A friend of mine whom I’ll name Randy called me up to tell me he was
getting married. The bride’s parents were rich. The wedding would be
held in the back yard at their country estate. It was a small house
to them, a mansion to anyone else.
“I wanted you to be my best man — or woman in this case,” Randy
explained. “But Missy wouldn’t go for it. All I could convince her
was for you to be a grooms man. I mean grooms woman.”
“You’re so whooped,” I replied. “I would have loved being the best
woman but I will settle for grooms woman. I hope Missy is worth it.
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Novel of Anal sex 1.

“How does a fellow get to be gay? I might not know all of the ways or the proper explanations, but I know of one way that’ll turn anybody gay and that’s to be married to a chick like Ellen. Yeah, Ellen, that’s the bitch’s name. I ought to know, because I was married to her for almost three years, and a hell of a marriage it was. Maybe I wouldn’t have made the mistake if I’d known more about women at the time that I married her, but I didn’t. Hell, she was the only woman I’d ever been to bed with more than once. I’d balled about four cunts before I met up with her but they were all one-night stands. Ellen, she seemed a little different and I guess I fell for her act.
“You know, people believe a lot of stuff about artists, about how we all don’t do much except slap paint on canvas and ball every babe in sight. Maybe that’s true for some artists, but I never knew one that it fitted. For me, anyway, after I’d been standing in front of an easel for five or six hours in a row, sweating my balls off and trying to figure out some way of getting what was in my head down onto canvas, I wasn’t ready for anything but a long time in the sack. And I do mean alone! I thought painting was damned hard work and I’ve never known a painter who didn’t agree with me on that, if on nothing else.
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Fantasy, Anal and Erotica

I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.

Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.

And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.

I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.

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