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Brie could not be happier. She sat next to her brand new husband Billy as he drove their convertible sports car down the highway. She admired her husband's handsome face and hard athletic body for probably the millionth time. She was very much in love and she felt lucky to have snared such a handsome guy.

Brie shouldn't have worried about finding a husband. She had the pick of a long list of men and Billy was very grateful to have been at the top of the list. Any man would have died to be with a woman like Brie. Her body could only be described as luscious, her face bordering between beautiful and cute. Cute was more a description of her manor. She was young, 19 years old and naive. It would only be time before the experiences of life turned her into a sophisticated beauty.

They had been on the road for about an hour. It was Saturday and they had been married shortly after noon. They attended the reception after the wedding and then hit the road. Their honeymoon plans took them from their home town in Louisiana to Florida with a stop somewhere in Mississippi. Billy couldn't wait for that night when he could introduce his virgin bride to the joys of sex. Billy, who was two years older than Brie, was not greatly experienced sexually himself but he had learn a few of the finer points from his best friend's older female cousin.

Brie was not totally ignorant of sex herself although she had insisted that she and Billy wait for their wedding night to have intercourse. At Billy's constant badgering she did concede to give her husband to be oral sex although she wouldn't allow him to go down on her. Over the year before the wedding Brie had demonstrated a natural ability at oral sex and had found that she loved to perform it on Billy any chance she got.

That was precisely what popped into Brie's mind as they sped along down the highway. Billy had suggested they take the back roads so that they could enjoy the countryside. Brie was now glad he suggested that for a different reason. The road wasn't very crowded so Brie figured she could have a little fun with Billy. She slowly leaned across the console putting her left hand behind Billy's neck. While she scratched his neck with her manicured bright red nails she snuggled her cheek against his.

Billy turned and smiled at his beautiful new wife. Brie gave Billy a quick peck on the lips before he had to return his attention to the road. She wasn't finished with him yet. Brie began to nibble at Billy's face and neck. She hoped that she could distract her husband while her right hand began to work on his zipper...

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Posted by Me on 09-04-2007 23:21:06 | Permalink | Comments

Sue's birthday was approaching. We were sitting around watching TV one night and I asked her what she would like to do for her 39th birthday. She said she would like very much to turn 30! I asked her if there was maybe something else that I could realistically help her with. Sue really surprised me with her answer. She told me that she had a fantasy about going out to a bar and picking up some guy, or maybe two guys, and letting them fuck her. She said that she wanted to dress up like a very sexy slut, tease some men and pick out one or two to get laid by.

Our rule had always been that we never have sexual relations with anyone unless we are both there. I mentioned my concerns for her safety without me there. Sue said she already had that figured out.

Sue explained that we would drive separately to a popular Country & Western bar in a nearby city. I was to enter the bar about two hours or so before she arrived. I was to hang around, play some pool and try to find a single guy that I thought Sue would like to fuck. I was pretty good at pool and never had any trouble striking up a conversation with total strangers while shooting pool. Sue had a good idea going here. I knew that within two hours of drinking beer and shooting pool, I'd find a suitable candidate to be Sue's "present."

The idea was for her to arrive later dressed to kill and obviously on the prowl. She was going to tease a number of the guys, rejecting all but the advances of me and the guy I was talking with. We would pretend that we didn't know each other and she would pick us up. It sounded like fun to me and we worked on the rest of the details...

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Posted by Me on 23-03-2007 17:48:31 | Permalink | Comments

Chapter One

The man called Cyclops, a.k.a. Scott "Slim" Summers, sat in the command center of the X-Men's secret headquarters complex near Westchester, New York, hidden deep underground below the innocuous-looking mansion housing Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Cyclops held his fingers steepled before him, deep in thought, staring at a holographic image of the globe. Scattered across it were coded symbols indicating the locations of recent incidents involving mutants all over the world. He was sure that there must be some pattern linking them, but so far the mystery had defied his best efforts to unravel it, even with the formidable help of Cerebro, Xavier's highly sophisticated mutant- detection and analysis computer.

For once, at least, things around the base were quiet, with most of the other team-members away on various field assignments. At the moment, apart from Cyclops himself, only Wolverine, Jubilee, Psylocke, Rogue, and Gambit were around; and the last two had gone out somewhere for the evening. Good, thought Summers. Although the X-Men were like family to him, it could be hard to think clearly when the mansion was crowded with all of them around at once, smashing up the Danger Room and playing practical jokes on one another. He took his duty as the team's field-leader very seriously; and with the Professor absent on mysterious business of his own, Scott felt a heavy burden of responsibility to unravel the tangle of clues represented by the holo-display. It was rare enough that events left them any breathing-space to take stock of developments this way, and he wanted to seize the initiative before some power-mad lunatic menace launched yet another attack on them...

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Posted by Me on 20-03-2007 11:15:04 | Permalink | Comments

It was mid-January, and the usual January thaw was happening. The temperature was all the way up to 45 degrees! I pulled into my driveway about 8:30 p.m. It was Friday night and I was getting back from a very successful three-day sales trip in another state. I had been driving all day but was feeling really good thinking about how much money I had made in the last three days. I was really looking forward to getting home to my wife, Sue.

I had called Sue every night since I left and each time we had gotten carried away talking about sex and what we were going to do to each other when I returned. The conversations we had would have made anyone think I had been gone three months instead of three days! We each masturbated over the phone, describing in great detail what our hands were doing to our bodies. We both had some great orgasms -- phone sex is really great. Each person can say anything they want and also tell the other what they would like them to do to themselves. Try it sometime; it really makes being away much more bearable. You just have to be uninhibited and able to say absolutely anything to your phone sex partner. Of course maybe Sue and I are the only people that actually masturbate!

I was supposed to be home two hours ago but had gotten delayed because of a lot of construction on the highway. I had pulled off for a while to let some of the traffic clear. Sue had been expecting me and I knew that by now she would be wondering where I was. She had told me that my favorite dinner would be ready when I got home.

When I was walking up to the front door, I noticed that Pam's station wagon was parked in front of the house, by the curb. I was wondering if maybe Sue had meant that Pam and she would be my "favorite dinner." I licked my lips, I began to look forward to supper, hoping that I was right. I hadn't seen Pam since the last time we had her, Jane, Anh and Pat over. I remembered her body, those fabulous huge tits, that tight pussy, that innocent but curious mind...

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Posted by Me on 17-03-2007 21:41:45 | Permalink | Comments

Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the blanket, the fire still giving off a faint warm glow. The sun was filtering in through the large glass covered walls, lighting the room cheerfully. I awakened first, and did my best not to wake her as I moved back. I looked down at her, curled up, one arm over her breasts, the other under her head and pillow. She looked like an innocent angel, smiling in her sleep. I wrapped my still warm side of the blanket around her as I went off to make some coffee.

I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when I returned with the steaming, aromatic brew. I waved it slowly under her nose, watching her awaken.

"'Morning beautiful." I said softly, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

"Hmmmm. Hi" She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink, sipping carefully and eyeing my nakedness.

"Thank you for last nite." I purred, smiling.

She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently over my thigh.

"I've warmed the shower for you, or for us both." I smiled back at her.

"Perfect." She said. "I must look awful."

"Why do women think that way?" I asked, laughing. "You've just given me the best night of my life, and you're worried that I think you look awful."

We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging comments about my scratchy face, while I make comments about her rumpled hair, both of us laughing. We showered together playfully, both of us feeling light and giddy from the night before. We kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began to kindle our passions once again. We held off, knowing we'd have time later, after we'd hiked to a quiet place and set up our tent.

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Posted by Me on 15-03-2007 20:40:40 | Permalink | Comments

Friday

After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to be in touch with each other's need's. We found, to our mutual suprise, that we'd both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to- gether. Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other. That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu?

The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to my job, praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early.

We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. We're off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away from the world...

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Posted by Me on 11-03-2007 11:56:30 | Permalink | Comments

Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our offices, and we usually aren't bothered by them. Now I was groaning as my boss told me that for the next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a large group of people about our facilities.

"Hell, John. I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a marketing type."

"That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know what we can and can't do with the software. Your job is to get ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we can design something for them. Consider it as an 'intellegence-gathering' mission."

I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking at the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the weekend".

Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was thinking about the various features of our systems that would impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too far, grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. "C'mon stupid," I remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on what you're doing." Little did I know that this would be a problem for the next two days...

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Posted by Me on 08-03-2007 20:21:45 | Permalink | Comments

"Where's dinner?" her husband called out to Janice when he got home from work.

"If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to eat." she yelled from upstairs in their bedroom.

Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.

"Let me give the Carsons a call. We were suppose to meet them later for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How's The Landing sound?"

"I thought we might go over to Don's place. We haven't been there in a while." Janice replied quickly.

She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed up.

"Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go to the Landing for drinks when we're done." Tom yelled back.

Janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. After hearing from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this morning, he wanted to see her again. In a perverse sense, this was Tom's way of getting even with Simon. Several nights over the past six years he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for him anymore. Tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still in love with her former boyfriend. He didn't plan last night's jaunt on the patio with Simon's wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.

Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. The way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore, Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to fuck Simon's wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like Jack did...

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Posted by Me on 06-03-2007 22:33:42 | Permalink | Comments

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse.

Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.

Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."...

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Posted by Me on 05-03-2007 20:23:37 | Permalink | Comments

I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About a two months ago I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a goregous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She's really tall, about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we weren't anything more than friends.

We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is was to find new friends and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I excused ourselves and went to the "powder room", the wine we'd been drinking in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not that I'd try to take a married guy from his wife). I'm not bad looking. I'm five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy "bedroom" eyes), and I'm proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky affair that showed off my figure and was green and black (my favorite colors) and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said "I'm jealous. John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes." I looked at her, not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I'd noticed John eyeing me a lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me with an impish look in her eye. "Have you ever done that?" she asked...

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Posted by Me on 04-03-2007 16:25:00 | Permalink | Comments

I take this slowly, at first; as I know that even if he's familiar with the idea, he isn't yet comfortable with it. I would have liked to break the ice with a few videos, but circumstances didn't permit. I settle for some Kahlua and hardcopy of some erotica I'd written (not actually with him in mind, but recent circumstances had encouraged a tend towards genericity...). The apartment is warm; not too hot, but as it's freezing outside, it's a welcome contrast. Cosy.

I wouldn't have taken it this far, except that he'd confessed (to our mutual friend) that he'd wondered what it would be like, to have me up his ass (although, at the moment, that isn't what I have in mind...). I suspected that he was trying to impress her... I guess I'm about to find out.

...and, no matter how I look at this, strategically, there's going to be one point where I make a move that he's going to regard as `the turning point'. I may be regarding this too analytically... still, supposing that I'm right, I then decide to make that first move a bold one, as a sort of `I'm serious here!' gesture; I move close to him, practically sitting in his lap, and place my hands between his legs. Our eyes meet; we stare at each other, unblinking, for perhaps ten seconds; I sense that, maybe, he's going to withdraw, so I move my hand against his crotch, sort of cupping it around his balls (which I can feel through the material of his jeans) and put my arm around his shoulders. Well! He doesn't run screaming from the room... on the contrary, he closes his eyes and sinks back into the couch... and, yes, I believe he has the start of an erection. Which is a relief, as I don't think I could go any further if he didn't. I press myself against him, my head resting on the front of his shoulder; I move my hand again, the palm against his stomach, my fingers pressing into the bulge of his erection, moving it slowly from side to side...

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Posted by Me on 01-03-2007 20:22:12 | Permalink | Comments

After my wife and I experienced our first foursome with her sister and boyfriend, we had planned to get together with a couple of Pat's friends from work who were interested in trying out a little group sex. They were really curious but very apprehensive about actually going through with it. Our plans were canceled several times, to my DISMAY! I had obviously been looking forward to an experience with having four women to myself. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go all night with them without help, but Pat and Sue assured me that they would help. Well, my wife, Sue, and sister-in-law, Pat, made arrangements to meet with two of Pat's friends for lunch one day to talk about getting together. They were to meet at a seafood place by the lake about 11:30 a.m. on Friday.

Sue and I had a three-day weekend, Friday to Sunday, off. I had several projects to do around the house and was working in the yard when Sue came out on her way to the restaurant. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and silk blouse. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts had that perfect bounce and sway to them. Her nipples were poking against the silk. Her long legs were covered by a pair of black stockings and she was wearing four-inch heels. I asked her if she was going to meet three women or three men for lunch. She said she and Pat had agreed to dress sexy to give the other girls no doubt as to their intentions. I told her every man in the place would be reading their intentions, also! She gave me a kiss goodbye and told me to wish her luck. I did, silently wishing ME luck, too. After all, I was going to be a pretty lucky guy if we pulled this off...

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Posted by Me on 27-02-2007 20:22:49 | Permalink | Comments

Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to meet his friend in Georgetown sounded too good to miss - tired or not. The friend, according to CHIP, was "in to leather", and had his own playroom in his house. Although I consider myself to be fairly experienced, I had never gotten much into the leather scene. Most of the leather types I had met in the past had been nothing more than bank clerks dressed up in leather jackets and playacting. A definite turn-off as far as I was concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me the night before, this one sounded different, so I was looking forward to meeting the guy and - if things worked out - seeing what he had to offer...

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Posted by Me on 26-02-2007 14:25:22 | Permalink | Comments

In the summer of 1946 I was working at a music store in Milwaukee where I had graduated from high school in '41. I'd reestablished contact with two old friends from school days, Lloyd and Janice F., who had got married about a year ater graduation. We got together quite regularly after I came back to town and went pub crawling; sometimes I would bring a date along but often as not just the three of us would go out on the town. I thought I knew them pretty well, but one night I got to know them much better than before to my surprise and delight.

The F,s picked me up at the rooming house I was living at at about 8:30 one evening. Lloyd had mentioned when we set up the date that he and Janice wanted to take me to the north side of town to see an interesting act at one of the localclubs. When I asked what it was all about he said, "You'll see; I think you'll like it." I didn't pursue the matter, figuring he had something up his sleeve and I'd find out what in due time...

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Posted by Me on 25-02-2007 15:39:41 | Permalink | Comments

Every year the company I work for sends an employee from the east coast office as well as one from the Midwest office to the COMDEX computer convention held in Las Vegas. I was selected to go from the Midwest office this last year. I talked my wife, Diane, into using up some time-off and flying out with me, making a mini vacation out of the whole thing. Once we arrived and checked into the motel I got in touch with Mike, the employee sent from the east coast office.

After discussing our schedules for the next few days, we decided to unpack and relax for the rest of the afternoon and meet him later for dinner at the restaurant in the lobby. Mike never took his eyes off Diane as I made the introductions. Of course she looked great tonight. Diane is a 5'4" redhead with green eyes. She's an attractive lady, not a model but very sensual. She also has a few extra pounds here and there but that only adds to her feminine sexuality. That night Diane was wearing a black knit skirt, red satin blouse, stockings, and heels. She looked fantastic that night and obviously felt so as well...

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Posted by Me on 24-02-2007 15:17:55 | Permalink | Comments

My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as "great". I did many things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing up as a whore, and rape skits and on a few occasions have even taken part in 3soms with my husband and another man.

I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another man. Don't get me wrong, I've had men bring me to orgasm before, before I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself...

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Posted by Me on 23-02-2007 20:56:06 | Permalink | Comments

It was the morning of the first of the days that we were to be together and as I showered I could feel wetness between my legs and it wasn't the water. While cupping my right breast and raising it to lick, my left hand slipped between my legs and started to outline my wet pussy. When I sucked my own nipple (hard as a rock. BTW) into my warm mouth my finger slipped between my pussy lips to find my still hooded clit and tease it out. That didn't take much effort :-) so I added another finger and started to fuck myself.

I concentrated on thoughts of Siobhan and her red hair framing her face and her 36 inch breasts and, in my mind, her hard nipples. And lower her red pubes and her sweet pussy lips and already partly parted legs.

As I rubbed harder I imagined I was fingering her and that what I felt was her doing the same to me. A few (it seemed) minutes of that and I felt my orgasm begin to grow deep within me and then under my clit until wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me in my orgasm.

I had to lean against the wall of the shower to catch my breath and keep my knees from buckling, the thought of Siobhan always does that to me...

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Posted by Me on 22-02-2007 19:40:57 | Permalink | Comments

Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday this coming November.

Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.

She normally separates her business and private life very strictly, but then she discovered Michele. At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the corporate ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own ability. Barbara discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant to the CEO.

She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has worked with...

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Posted by Me on 21-02-2007 20:28:34 | Permalink | Comments

It started when I was in junior high school.

One day, as I was sitting in the back of the classroom during study hall, I began to daydream about one of the older boys in the school. Unconsciously, my hand drifted under my skirt, and my fingers were lightly rubbing the edge of the elastic of my panties.

Vickie's voice, from the seat behind me, was startling when she whispered, "Oh, Barb, isn't that lovely."

"Shut up! Someone might hear you!"

"Don't worry, No one is paying any attention." Then Vickie's hand was suddenly under my skirt, feeling the location of my fingers. She squeezed my hand, and her hand drifted slowly, gently upward. "Where is it?"

Her fingers generated marvelous feelings as they caressed my pubic mound. But, all too soon, the bell rang and it was time to leave. Confused, I tried to avoid her as we left school, but she caught up to me and walked beside me.

"I can make it feel really good," she said in a hoarse voice, as we walked side by side. Frankly, my knees were weak, and my mind whirled with plans for letting her prove her ability...

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Posted by Me on 20-02-2007 20:15:09 | Permalink | Comments

As I walked in the door, coming home from the office, I saw my wife Carolyn standing by the cabinet preparing dinner. Carolyn has a body built like a brick shit house with all the fixtures in the right place. Today she looked especially good wearing a skimpy halter top with a pair of low cut shorts that fit snugly around her ass with the outline of her bikini panties showing through.

Crossing the room and walking up behind her I reached around and cupped one of her tits with my hand while caressing her ass with the other and gave her a little nibble on the earlobe. "Whats for dinner?" I asked while dropping my hand from her tit to rub her cunt suggestively.

"Company" she replied.

I heard a voice from the den calling "Come on in, we have the fire going." As I entered the room, Ron, a friend of the family rose from a recliner with a drink in his hand and a bulge in the front of his pants. "You horny old bastard" I said, "What the hell are you doing over here?"...

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Posted by Me on 19-02-2007 13:48:17 | Permalink | Comments

Hopefully, you got a chance to read Part I of this series, swing-01.mf. With that information you will have a better idea of what has been going on and what to expect from the continuing saga of my wife's and my swinging experiences. Naturally, these are all fantasy stories and never really happened...or did they? Either way, they will make for some interesting reading and, if nothing else, are fun to write.

It was getting real close to Christmas and everyone was really getting into the holiday season. The weather that Saturday afternoon was really cold. The temperature had dropped below zero and the winds were pretty brisk.

Pat, my wife's sister, called about 2:00 p.m. and said she had been called into work and that her boyfriend, Joe, and she would not be able to make it over that evening. Pat said she had to work until 9:00 p.m. and she was going to have Joe bring over Sue's Christmas present. I already knew what Sue was getting, but it was to be a complete surprise to Sue. I was a bit disappointed that Pat wouldn't be coming over, also. Pat said that if the weather let up, she would try and stop by after work for a little bit. She had promised me a present, also. Pat said that I could have anything I wanted from her -- ANYTHING! I was going to pray for a heat wave...

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Posted by Me on 18-02-2007 13:39:45 | Permalink | Comments

I had two sexy looking teachers in my senior high school. Both had always skirt, stockings and high heel shoes. I used to spend lessons watching their shoes and legs. What a waste of hard-ons! I'm sure that both teachers noticed that I watched them, but that always felt better...What happened one day, is worth to tell. So let's return to that day:

"Shit, I hate these swedish-lessons". Yeah, I had lesson, but I wasn't there because of swedish-language. The other teacher was teaching structures of language, but all I wanted to look was her legs.

After schoolday I have to take bus to town. I missed that bus because my nice teacher picked me up. She offered to drive me home, because she lives nearby. How could I resist??

We chat something usual about my school and suddenly she asks:

"Why do you stare at my legs and shoes all the time?"...

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Posted by Me on 14-02-2007 22:44:03 | Permalink | Comments

When I first got my own apartment I was stuck. The apartment that I was getting was going to be occupied for two weeks after my first day on the job. I was in a real bind so I asked my parents if they knew anyone in Atlanta that I could stay with. They told me that they knew a couple that had a daughter named Sharon that lived in Atlanta that would probably put me up for the two weeks that I needed. When I first got off of the bus Sharon was there to meet me with her roomate Dawn. I hadn't seen Sharon in years. In fact the last time I saw her was when she was 13. When she was that old no one was really attracted to her, but now she was a knockout!

She was a tall and slender red head and was wearing a bikini top and a spandex miniskirt. Her bare legs were perfect and I could see that she had very well formed breasts. I walked up to her and told her who I was and I saw her nipples harden as soon as she began to look over my thick chest and arms (I work out almost religiously). She told me that her roomate was waiting back at her apartment and we got in her small car...

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Posted by Me on 13-02-2007 20:03:09 | Permalink | Comments

I had greatly enjoyed eyeballing Jenny, the lady who lived in the house behind us, every time I saw her. I found her very attractive, in kind of a simple, wholesome way. She was probably about 30 to 35 years old, 5 foot six, more or less, very slender, medium length, curly black hair, narrow, but well defined, hips, very small waist, and superb little tits. I'd often wondered if she looked as marvelous with her clothes off as I suspected.

One Tuesday afternoon, while the wife was off to her girl scout meeting, I was out in the back yard planning yet another gardening project when I happened to look up at the second story of Jenny's house, and what I saw was quite a surprise. Jenny was standing in one of the windows, her back toward the outside, and she was (as far as I could tell, since I could only see her from the waist up), wearing nothing at all. I found myself staring at that window, wondering if she might turn around. I thought about moving into a position with a better view, but was afraid I'd miss something. Besides, with so many trees in both our yards, I might not be able to find a better location. So there I stood, watching, waiting, wondering why she was just standing there. Her arms appeared to be crossed in front of her, and she wasn't moving, didn't appear to be talking to anyone, she just stood there, her pale skin bright against the darkness inside the room...

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Posted by Me on 12-02-2007 17:54:14 | Permalink | Comments

The summer I turned sixteen I landed my first summer job -- washing dishes at a local steak house. I made $1.25 an hour and work about 50 hours per Week. I thought I was rich! There was another guy that worked my position. When I was off, he would join me with a friend. This friend of his would always stare at me when he would come to the restaurant. One day he stopped by with the coworkers and asked me if I would like to go out with him. I told him that my parents didn't allow me to date yet, but I did go out with a girlfriend on my nights off and cruise around. I suggested we could pick him up and he could join us the next night. He agreed and we arranged where to meet and such for the next evening...

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Posted by Me on 11-02-2007 15:33:05 | Permalink | Comments

On Saturday night my wife, Sue, invited her sister, Pat, and Pat's new boyfriend over for drinks and to watch a couple of rented movies. We had never met Joe, but Pat had a lot of good to say about him so he had to be okay.

Sue and I are 38 and try to keep ourselves in good shape, although the years do take their toll in places. I am six-foot-two, and about 210 pounds. Sue is five-foot-seven, 128 pounds, and has long blonde hair that flows to her waist. Sue's measurements are 38C-24-36. Sue has no trouble turning the heads of other men -- and a few women -- when she walks down the street. Men love to see her braless breasts swing and sway under the tanktops she loves to wear in the summer...

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Posted by Me on 10-02-2007 17:55:14 | Permalink | Comments

He woke up and the room was dark, which was fine because that’s the way he had left it when he fell asleep. As he slowly drifted back to the world of the awake, he ran a checklist through his mind of his surroundings. This was his bed, check. This was his dorm room, check. The time was two AM he could see from the glowing dial on the clock on his bedside table, so he hadn’t slept through the morning. The moon shone through the windows and splashed the room with a soft, clear light. When he finally came out of his sleep-induced haze, he figured out what woke him up...

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Posted by Me on 09-02-2007 19:12:55 | Permalink | Comments

I was running late for the subway. The party I went to ran a bit later than I had expected. As I rounded the turn style I saw the doors starting to close. I bit my lower lip and darted through the doors.

Tired and out of breath I flopped down onto the nearest seat. After a few moments I had caught my breath and began to look around the car. It was just another woman and myself. As I looked at her again I could see that she was visibly upset. I got up from where I sat to sit closer to her.

As I made idle chitchat I found out she was supposed to meet her boyfriend for dinner and she’d sat there for an hour or so before he called her and cancelled. I moved my arm around her shoulders, watching her face as she told me about her horrible night, she was crying. I brought my fingers up to her face and wiped away the tears as I looked into her eyes. She was beautiful. I took a chance...

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Posted by Me on 08-02-2007 14:58:37 | Permalink | Comments

21-year-old Kelly had been asleep for a while when she woke up and saw two people having sex on the television screen. She had fallen asleep while watching a movie on one of the premium channels, and a loud noise outside had just awakened her.

Kelly had moved away from home to take a job when she graduated tech school and had left behind Scott, her boyfriend of three years. She missed him terribly, especially at times like this. She remembered how wonderful it was to make love to him, how incredible it felt when he would give her oral sex, and how amazing it felt to have him penetrate her...

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Posted by Me on 07-02-2007 15:19:32 | Permalink | Comments

Becky and Aaron were both 18 years old, and they were both virgins. It wasn't because they were unattractive; they were both just shy and a little afraid of sex. In fact, Becky was incredibly attractive, and she had definitely had her fair share of guys attempting to have sex with her! But she had always flatly refused. She had planned to wait until she was married to have sex. What she hadn't planned on was meeting a guy like Aaron.

Aaron was the sweetest, most sensitive guy Becky had ever met. He was handsome, more so than most of the guys in her senior high school class. But he was also very shy. In fact, Becky was the first girl he had ever dated. And they only reason they were going out was because SHE asked HIM out! Becky had always been shy, too, but when Aaron transferred into their school she knew she had to have him, and after weeks of hinting and flirting, he never asked her out, so she took the initiative...

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Posted by Me on 06-02-2007 23:46:51 | Permalink | Comments

Tabitha was 42 years old and had never been married or had sex. She had graduated college with high ambition of becoming a top executive in a Fortune 500 company and had always planned to have her career in high gear before starting a family. Unfortunately with work and attending graduate school to attain an MBA, Tabitha never had a chance to pursue a social life at all, and never even dated.

She had been masturbating since she was in college, needing some sort of release from her ever-raging hormones, and with the stress of her job growing more and more with each promotion, she began to masturbate more heavily, sometimes three or more times per day. It was her drug of choice...

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Posted by Me on 05-02-2007 23:05:19 | Permalink | Comments

My girlfriend, Kelly, and I were fucking after school one day in the biology lab. There was a big, long table in the back of the lab that was used for things like dissection and a lot of the kids would use it like a bed to have sex. We had done it several times. The way it was done was that the kids would hide in the restrooms until all the students and teachers had left for the day and the school was locked, then they would head down the the lab and have their fun, sneaking out the window and leaving it unlocked. That way, other students could get in through the window later that night if they wanted to have a go.

Kelly and I were really getting into it, both stark naked in the dark lab, when in walked Mr. Andrews, the bio teacher. Kelly gasped. We were caught. We started to get up, trying to reach for our clothing, but Mr. Andrews halted us. We froze in terror...

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Posted by Me on 04-02-2007 12:30:49 | Permalink | Comments

Erica and I had just gotten home from the club and were beat. Our Friday nights usually went on and on at the clubs. Most of the time spent dancing and drinking.

Erica turned to me and said she was going to take a shower before we headed off to bed. I grinned inside, made up some lame line about being hungry, and was going to make something to eat. She nodded at me and stripped bare as she walked to the bathroom, tossing her clothes onto the floor. “Damn she’s got a hot body!” I thought to myself...

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Posted by Me on 03-02-2007 15:50:58 | Permalink | Comments

My name is Jake and I am thirty years old. I am a moderately successful business accountant with a nice house in a nice neighborhood. My neighbor, Barbara, is absolutely beautiful. She's tall, leggy, busty and very sensual. She's in her forties, I know, because the other neighbors told me so, but she doesn't look it. I would have thought she was thirty-two or so. She's just amazing. I've had fantasies about her for a long time, but I never thought they would actually come true!

One lovely Spring Saturday, I was in my back yard grilling a big, juicy steak and a couple of ears of corn and watching Barbara sunbathe. She was tanning herself in her lovely lawn, wearing a very small bikini, and glistening in the sunlight from a mixture of sweat and tanning oil. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible to keep my eyes off her...

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Posted by Me on 02-02-2007 19:24:27 | Permalink | Comments

If Nina had to hear the shrieking voice of her boss one more time this day, well, it wouldn't be pretty.

She knew what the problem was with that bitch of a boss. The woman's husband was hot for Nina. She could see it in his eyes every time he was at the store. He'd follow her ass and tits with his black eyes all day if he could. Terri (her boss) knew it. He bastard husband made no secret of his lust. So Terri would yell at Nina instead of her husband. Tina would never fire Nina because Nina cooked the books for her. Nina knew what was up. She wasn't interested in Terri's dirty husband, although he was quite dapper.

It was after closing and Nina was almost out the door. She had avoided Terri all day. Her pervert husband would be there any second to pick up Terri. If she got out now, she could avoid so much ugly behavior...

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Posted by Me on 01-02-2007 19:58:40 | Permalink | Comments