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**** The following story is fiction. However I am really a Bull and Jody is a cheating wife that exists. I dedicate this story to her. The story starts out slow, so those of you looking for the hot parts may want to skip down several paragraphs. ****

When I met Jody she was as hot as the sun and exuded sex without even trying. Her athletic long legs went one for miles and ended at what most men would agree is the perfect ass. Round and firm without being large, and the perfect size for her athletic 5′9″ body.
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Yet another wintry sky blotted the horizon and made the thought of taking ageing bones along with a younger woman’s mind to the South Seas.

Malaria?

Crocodiles?

Oh dear. The Hawaii Hilton perhaps and don’t go outdoors except to ride in a cab to a restaurant for a lonely meal or brighten the day for the eighth day running by trolling through Ala Moana Center for something not sighted previously. Oh yawn.
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Chapter 5 – The Trip to the Final Four

During the next several weeks, Sabrina and I enjoyed our new life together with Raymond and his friends. Not only was Sabrina calling him “Master,” but I had resorted to calling him Master as well. Of course, Sabrina and I were treated quite differently. While we were both made to service Raymond and his many friends on a regularly basis, my service was far more humiliating and far more demeaning. There were many times that I had to lick cum off the floor, or made to endure painful and humiliating tortures for the sadistic pleasure of Master Raymond and his friends.
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As told to Atkins

**NOTE: I thought readers might me interested in this real-life story related to me by a friend. It’s not as wild as some I’ve read but it’s fascinating - and it’s true **

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I’m a Major in the U.S. Army stationed at Ft. Benning, GA. I enjoy working down here because I’m also something of a history buff and I love going to the old Civil War battle sites in Atlanta, Chattanooga and other places. I’ve even been to a few Civil War re-enactor battles and talked to the re-enactors themselves to learn what’s involved. I’ve thought about buying the old uniforms and weapons and becoming a player myself but just haven’t gotten around to it. Maybe in my retirement. Anyway, this has been a good tour of duty for me.
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Chapter 4 – The Party

I was not sure what time I fell asleep, but I remember looking at the digital clock, making out the bright blue LED lights reading “4:38” when Sabrina slipped into bed next to me. I was surprised that she had come back home, but she was there, holding me from behind. She kissed me behind my ear and told me she loved me, before quickly falling asleep holding onto my neck. I did not know how many men she was with that night, but I could smell and feel the dried cum on her skin.
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This story is dedicated to all of our Men and Women, as well as their spouses and lovers who have or are serving our great country.

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It was Christmas eve, 1944 and the signs of rebuilding were everywhere. It had only been a few short months since the allied forces had rolled into the city and liberated Paris from the Nazi’s. Like any young soldier, I was lonely for the love of a beautiful young woman and Paris was full of ripe young females.

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Chapter 3 – Lunchtime

A little after noon, the three lovers came back into the kitchen. My fiancée Sabrina, her new Master Raymond, and his friend Vance. All three were nude, and Raymond and Vance looked freshly showered. Sabrina however looked, for lack of a better term, well-fucked. I could see cum drying in her mussed-up hair, her skin was flaking with the stuff, and her pussy looked well used, cum still oozing out of it. But the smile she flashed me made my heart flutter. I did not mind the smell or taste of cum on her lips as she walked over and kissed me on the lips.
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I was glad and relieved when the snow stopped falling and the plows had done their work.

I was spent, having splashed, spilled, smeared or pumped my jism into, over and on fat, old Jasmine during the last couple of days. Oddly, I think she was just warming up but I was flat done in. I needed a rest.

This was interesting because I never actually put the meat to her. It would have been – if you’ll pardon the expression – almost anti-climactic but I had degraded her plenty already. Still, she wanted more. I decided she could wait just a little longer.
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Chapter 2 – The Choice

Early the following morning, Sabrina woke me up with a kiss. She had a mischievous look in her eyes, like a child that stole a piece of candy while her mother wasn’t looking. As I went to kiss her again, she giggled and quickly jumped out of bed. I watched her naked body go into the bathroom. She turned on the water to the shower, and after using the toilet, she looked at me, winked, and jumped right in the steamy hot water.

Our bathroom was open to the bedroom, and the shower had a clear glass enclosure. Even though Sabrina’s shower was hot and steamy, I could see her through the mist. I just lay on my side in bed, watching my fiancée wash herself. Although it made me smile to see the water glistening off her firm breasts, to watch her soap her chest and nipples, I could not help but think that she was cleaning and grooming herself because she knew a black man with a very large cock was about to visit our house. Despite that lingering thought, I smiled, even though I knew she was oblivious to my smile.
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(If you’re just joining this story, you really should read at least the first chapter to understand what’s going on. Scroll to the bottom of the page and click on my name to view earlier chapters)

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Amazingly, it started snowing again later that day.

It wasn’t a hard snow like the storm that had inspired all the recent cummings and goings. It was kind of gentle and just barely covered my car, then the windows and, finally, my automobile was just a white hump. I smiled.
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