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Robbie had been a soldier for five years. He had joined up at the age of nineteen straight from college, much impressed with the picture of army life which the recruiting officer had painted for him. His girlfriend, Angie, had not been so thoroughly impressed though. They were very close and were planning a life together and she had complained tearfully that her life would be unbearable without him. To ease the pain of separation, they had decided to get married before Robbie joined his first tour abroad.
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Author’s Note: Positive feedback from readers for my last submission in this category tempted me to try my hand at another one. This story however has a different feel. It is edgier - more erotic journey than romantic interlude. Enjoy.

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I rested my neck on the edge of the bathtub and stretched my limbs, luxuriating in the warmth of the foamy water. I surveyed the unfamiliar opulence of my surroundings and sighed with satisfaction. I had learnt on my arrival at the resort hotel in Maui where I was to stay that my confirmed reservation had been deleted by a mysterious glitch in their system and that no rooms were available. Either my panic stricken face or more probably the fact that I am a claims agent for a major marine insurance company persuaded the management to get rid of the problem by upgrading me to a beach side cottage.
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Kelly was, and is, the high school hottie. Perfect in every way. Five and a half feet tall, beautiful body, long brown hair, a tan that I would kill to have. Pouting lips, and eyes that reach out and grab you like you wish she would with her hands.

She is athletic, has been cheer leading since middle school, and gives new meaning to the word’s atmosphere, ambiance and intoxicating.

A magnet for the boy’s, and most assuredly the envy of every other girl at the school. I know this because I knew… the Kelly’s of my high school.
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Warning!!! The central male figure in this story gets cuckolded! Those of you, for whom this is a problem, should go on to something different. If you do decide to read on, please know that I have intended to portray him as an exceptionally strong character and anything but a wimp! However successful I have been doing that is, of course, in the eyes of the reader.

Although Part 2 would probably stand on its own, reading Part 1 first should add a great deal to the over all story.
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Charlotte Staff, sitting on her sofa in her living room reading a book when a knock on her door moves her to see who is there. She is surprised to see Tony, a childhood friend of her sons. Charlotte quickly lets him in and they began chatting about what’s new, how’s the family and so forth. Tony tells her that her is getting married soon and she hugs him and congratulates him.

They move to the kitchen and she makes tea. When the tea is ready Charlotte asks Tony to sit in the living room and talk. As they converse, Charlotte gets up to get a photo album of her sons wedding and hands it to Tony to view. Charlotte is leaning over the side of the sofa as Tony is sitting on the sofa looking through the album. Tony asks to use the bathroom and hurries upstairs. When he returns he sees Charlotte still in her position bent over the sofa and his cock perks up. Charlotte is looking through the album and remembering all the good times of that day. She looks at her late husband and gets a little sad.
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Part 1

I was not an ambitious young man. After high school, I could not find a good full-time job. I entered the U.S. Army and retired after serving 20 years at army bases in the USA, and in Germany and Korea. Soon after I retired from the army, my marriage to an ambitious and beautiful lady ended in divorce.

My wife, Betty, was a nurse and got a job wherever we moved to. She got tired of moving around and my low ambition. I longed to return to civilian life. We did not have any children of our own. We adopted a girl in Korea. My wife and I had an amicable divorce; Betty got custody of our daughter.
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Part 1

-What, then, exactly, would you say is your favorite combination, Mademoiselle? The embassy second secretary asked the woman on his right, a dancer visiting on tour and with whom he had been having a sexually elliptical conversation that she had begun by talking about dance positions with not-so-subtle allusion. She smiled conspiratorially at him, almost batting her eyes.

-At the moment, I find it a bit hard to say. I have always seemed to prefer to perform with another woman and a man, but I’ve found it’s hard to get the just right… combination with three people. One-on-one seems to remain the classic combination, don’t you think?
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I had stayed two nights at Herb and Sherri’s Louisiana Bayou home. To my astonishment and pleasure, the sexual services of Sherri had been given to me.

Still in my mid-20’s, it had never occurred to me that a man would willingly surrender his wife to another man. Oh, I knew well about swinging, and cheating wives, but not about what we today call a Hotwife… a woman who has sex with other men with her husband’s knowledge and permission.

I had met the two in a small town called Houma, west of New Orleans, at an Arcadian bar and dance hall, and been invited…well more like kidnapped…to their home in a small fishing village nearby.
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Hey there, my name’s Sarah and I’m working this summer part time as a maid. It’s not the most exciting of jobs but it pays alright. I put up posters at the beginning of summer and found a few places that seemed nice to work at. Things were pretty good too, once I got into the swing of things. I only worked Monday to Friday, and it was pretty regular hours. Friday was great because I only worked a half day; every Friday morning, I cleaned for the Bradshaws.

The Brackshaws were an older couple who had retired and were enjoying it. Mrs. Bradshaw was a chronic bridge player and played every morning from ten until one, which meant that I rarely saw her except when I was just getting in. Mr. Bradshaw played tennis with a neighbour every morning from nine until ten and was usually really happy to see me. And it was Mr. Bradshaw who would pay me every month and throw in a nice little tip.
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This is the second and final part of the story A Brother in law with benefits. You must read the first part for it to make sense.

Thanks for all your great comments on the first part and I hope you enjoy the ending.

It took a long time for me to fall sleep that night, as I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I felt very guilty about having enjoyed it as much as I did. For some reason I didn’t feel bad about what I did because I felt that I had done it for brad not for crazy lust. The fact that I had enjoyed it and had two orgasms made me feel quite badly however. I tried to just focus my thoughts on how happy I had made Brad and what a great kid he was and helped me feel better about it as I finally fell asleep.
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