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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