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(A sequence to A Pleasure Trip)

“Happy birthday, Lisa,” my wife and I chanted as Alex placed a birthday cake with five burning candles in front of our special friend Lisa. We had not been able to get a gift for our companion since we had been travelling from Chicago in our RV for the last four days.

“What would like for your birthday?” asked my wife once Lisa had closed her eyes, made a wish and blown out the candles.
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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 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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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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There were a hundred things going through chunky old Jasmine Pilcher’s brain. It was obvious to anyone looking at her but I pretended I was wrestling with my options when, in fact, there were no options. I knew what had to happen and, eventually, so did Jasmine.

“You’ll have to stay here,” she said and promptly went to the closet to get out sheets, blankets and a pillow and put them on the sofa in the living room. It may have been subconscious but she was making it clear to herself as well as to me where I was going to be sleeping.
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It was eight o’clock in the morning as I puttered around in the kitchen. The sun was already up and it promised to be another beautiful August day. But, this wasn’t just any day. Today was our twenty-eighth wedding anniversary.

Could that possibly be true? Just thinking about the number made me shake my head in wonder. I still thought of myself in the same way that I always had. However, a quick glance in the mirror was more than enough to remind me that I no longer resembled that young, thin twenty year old that had walked down that aisle so long ago.
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The Game

“It’s just a game,” I thought to myself, as I watched my wife having sex with her lover.

For our 16th anniversary, Sally gave me the present I have wanted for years: she said she would “look into the possibility” of going to bed with another man, while I watched. To make a long story short, we found a great guy - witty, intelligent, good-looking and totally into making Sally feel wonderful. We met him once for lunch and drinks, and four times after that (the last one being last week) for sex. If you’d like the details of our earlier meetings, we have written about them: the stories are called “A Cuckold’s Diary” and “Thank You, My Wife.”
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My love,

On Sunday night, the night before your most recent “date,” you said, “I’m doing this for you.” I know that is true, and I want you to know how much — how very, very much — I appreciate and love that. I do hope it wasn’t terrible torture for you :-), but I still know it was for me. Thank you, my love, for doing this for me.

I LOVED what you did on Monday. It was the most exciting event I can remember.

I could review the question of why being cuckolded turns me on so, but it’s not worthwhile. It should be obvious to you that it is real for me; not one of those fantasies which turns gold into lead when it is realized. You could see, I know, that I savor the role that you created for me, so that’s where I start this. I would not like to live my life that way, but on the days that we have “played the game” — and Monday, you played it better than ever — I could not have been happier than to be put down, put aside and put out as you did. For whatever the psychology behind it, it was exactly the closeness which you shared with Ted which excited (which is another word for humiliated, though I’ve still got trouble saying that) me so.
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In one month, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I would join the Navy and I could not wait to go, to pack a few personal things and blast away from this place. Until then I was still living with my parents in Idaho Falls. My father, a carpenter, a forest fire fighter and too often a drunk slapping my mother around before passing out lived for dry fly angling. Wading in one of the forks of the Snake River, he whipped the rod of his Diamondback reel with such an economy of motion, a purity of effort, it never failed to dazzle onlookers. I hated fly-fishing as much as he loved it. Fuck fly-fishing.
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My wife and I have been married for 12 years, and have been together since meeting at school. Lately, like many long-term couples, we found our sex life had become somewhat stale. We would spice things up with pornography and toys, but what always did it for me was imagining her with another man: the build-up, the foreplay, the first penetration and the climax, with him coming deep inside her as she bucked through a shattering orgasm.

I had taken these thoughts no further but then saw a porn movie which featured a vaginal ‘cream pie’. This obviously put me in mind of my earlier fantasy but moved things on somewhat. Now I was desperate to see and taste Pam’s stretched, post-coital cunt, dripping with seed. Pam had always been reasonably open-minded and after I explained the scenario we tried it together but it wasn’t very satisfactory – after I had shot my load I went off the whole idea. It was clear that to achieve the full effect someone else would have to fill her up first. Pam took my hints about another man rather badly (as far as I knew she had been faithful to me and had only had sex with one other before me) but I persisted, and when she was really turned on in bed she would respond enthusiastically to my frantic, whispered fantasies, unable to hide her increasing lubrication from my thrusting cock.
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