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The most important thing I want you to remember is that making love to my man means that he is the center of my attention and my focus is on making sure that he is pleased to no end in every aspect of his life. I make it a point to learn all I can about pleasing my man and he being apart of my world and I apart of his world.

You’ve had a hard day at work. When you get home, I’ve cooked all of your favorite things to eat including me. I fix your dinner and allow you to relax for a bit, while you are relaxing I go and draw you a nice hot Jacuzzi bubble bath. When you’re done with your dinner, I lead you to our bedroom for your bubble bath. I undress you as seductively as I can, already beginning the excitement of our night of pleasure. Once I have you naked, I step back to admire you wonderfully handsome body. I lead you to your bath, let you get in and soak for a little while. I want you to unwind from your long day. I leave you to soak and enjoy the bubble bath.
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“You suck, Paul!”

“Oh, shut up,” Paul retorted. Paul and three of his friends were playing a game of pool in a pool hall that happened to be located in a real fuckin’ nice town. Paul and his friend Steve were getting their asses kicked by their momentary mortal foes Chris and Albert. “Wanna just forfeit now?” Chris asked smugly. “I’d sooner take a dick in my mouth!” Steve roared triumphantly. Paul stepped away from Steve and quietly declared, “What he said.”

As the night aged, the four friends got drunker and drunker. Eventually, Chris and Albert decided to walk home, and not long after that Steve’s girlfriend paged. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “It’s Ashley.”
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Anne had, had a few visits lately, from the son of an old friend of her husband. The boys father had died when he was young, and Anne’s husband had been close to his friend and the boy (James) liked to talk to him and hear about what his father was like.

Anne was 43 years old 5′4,”with medium length brown hair and she had a 36-24-36 figure. Her husband worked hard, but he also drank hard, and nearly every night he would go for a drink after work.

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“Oh god baby, that’s it, like that, oh yes, oh yes, push baby, push it in deeper. Come on lover, fuck me hard, fuck me.”

Her raven black hair was spread out in a fan across the white pillowcase; her legs were spread wide and her feet, still in her high heels, were pointed straight up at the ceiling. The man, his name was Dave, was ramming his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could go. She was clawing at his back and her nails were leaving red marks on his skin.

“Yes baby, yes, fuck me hard, make me cum. Get me there lover, get me there.”
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I stared at the person in the mirror. I didn’t look any different. Something should be different, I thought. This was a sea change in my life. In a single evening I had gone from faithful, one man wife to,… what? What was I expecting? The sky to fall? I don’t really know. I just thought that a change so significant might have shown in my eyes or in my face, … something. But there was nothing. Unless you count the lipstick now mostly gone, leaving traces smudged at the corners of my lips where Simon hadn’t managed to chew it off.
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A close friend of ours called around to see us one Friday evening, while his wife was away with their children. It was summer and the day had been almost too hot for pleasure.

My wife Mandy had been dressed in a bikini during the afternoon; and when evening came, she had put on a favourite outfit of hers - a ‘cheongsam’ type of hipster skirt with a long slit down the front, topped by three opening buttons which allow the slit to be extended upwards to a very critical level.

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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.

Emily:

Be careful what you wish for!

Now there’s a classic line.

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Bev, the mature teacher and widow.

Part 5

Next day morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon. I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. Bev was in a red tank top and silk panties. My cock stirred. I said, “Good morning, love.” I grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She did not wear a bra! She smelled of fresh perfume and her natural pheromones.

Bev saw my stiff cock. She greeted me, “Good morning. You’re horny again? Didn’t you get enough last night?”
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The next day as soon as her husband and son were off to work, Connie got a visit from her young lover Jason. She was only wearing a night shirt, which came down to mid thighs and she had nothing underneath. Her nipples were protruding against the fabric as he entered the house and pushed the door shut.

Before she could say anything, Jason had already grabbed her roughly and placed his lips onto hers. Then the two of them were kissing passionately by the front door, Jason pushed his tongue into her mouth and she let out a soft moan.
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Connie Taylor could not believe the screen in front of her as she sat reviewing her bank records at the computer located in the corner of the large living room. She had really messed up secretly lending her sister twenty-five hundred dollars, then her sister skipped town with her drug addict boyfriend without paying her.

To make matters worse her husband Bill expected the extra money in the bank so he could finally purchase a fishing boat. He found a nice used one in the local want ads and called the guy about it last night. Besides the fact that he was counting on the extra money, he also hated Connie’s side of the family, especially her sister.
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