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He had just turned sixty when his wife passed away. Along with her passed the dreams of a retirement of travel with her as his constant companion. They had planned to travel the world together, but it was not to be. Now he moped about their home with no ambition or desire to do anything, including keep the house clean. He sometimes straightened a little, knowing how disappointed she would have been to see her home in such disorder. He couldn’t bring himself to show much interest in anything, until finally, his children told him he had to clean up his act. He cleaned up the litter, but having no desire to scrub and dust, hired the Mopping Maid Service to clean his home. They arrived the following Monday to clean, and unbeknownst to him at the time, change his life forever.
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More than a year on from his wife’s premature death, Julian found himself increasingly thinking about sex. Adventurous though they had once been, during the later stages of their marriage, and especially during the last months of Joyce’s illness, sexual activity had dwindled virtually to nothing. Julian had learned to go without, to put the idea out of his mind. But now, given his freedom, the old urges were resurfacing ever more frequently.

In theory, there should have been no shortage of opportunity. Julian was fifty-one. He had a successful business as a consultant drainage engineer; he was contracted to advise on a number of major projects in the public and private sectors. Money was not a problem. The funds Joyce had inherited from her father had passed to Julian; once probate was complete, he had sold their house in a village thirty miles from the city and moved himself back into the centre. He took a penthouse apartment close to the business area but with views over the river and beyond. One large room was converted into an office with a smaller annexe for his secretary. With his files and computers installed he was able, when not out on site or in meetings, to work from home.
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The party was going at full pace, the keg was tapped and the music was blaring loudly as a large group of young people got together at a local party house. Most of the attendees were between the ages of eighteen and twenty with a couple of guys who were over twenty one able to buy the booze for the partygoers. Being a small town these kids all knew each other very well growing up with each other and going to school together.

For Kevin Thomas who lived across the street from the party house at his parent’s house it will be a night to remember. He was outside drinking a huge mug of beer bullshitting with a couple old buddies about old times. He saw a familiar car come down the street and start to slow down, the driver of the car was his former next door neighbor Mrs. Donna Layton.
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Chapter 08: The Compromise Solution

Well, step one of the plan seemed like a flop.

It has been four weeks since the pool party, and I finally realized that what bothered David was ‘control.’ He is a secret control freak. He was disturbed that he was not controlling my sexual teasing. Now how can I use that to turn this relationship back to being one between two equals? David had so far come through this unscathed. I had not mentioned his affair, nor had I told him about any of the alternatives I had explored.
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Over Tammy’s. Thursday morning. She’s asked me to take some photos of her. The front door is open, and I call out as I walk inside. She calls me upstairs. As I walk up, she tells me to come into her room. She’s still getting ready. She only has lacy undies on.

She shows me some of her clothes, unashamed of being topless in front of me. I look at her suspended tits as she puts on her cocktail dress. I like what I see! She shows me what she wants to be photographed in - a formal dress, lingerie, bikini and a lacy nightie.
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Chapter 1: The Pleated Black Mini-Skirt

The pleated black mini-skirt is perfect. The snug waistband accentuates Jaci’s slim waist, from there it flows over her hips to just below mid-thigh ending two or three inches above her knees. As she turns to walk the few steps to the bar to retrieve a chocolate martini the pleated material swirls around her legs, drawing attention to the sheer nylons that sheath her well-formed legs. I wonder how many people in the room have noticed the recently hand crafted gold anklet adorning her right ankle? The two-inch black heels do exactly what high-heels are designed to do: tighten her calf muscles and tense her ass muscles to give them greater definition. From across the room I can see the outline of a lace bra under her white, quite sheer cotton blouse. How clever Jaci was to select one of the older style “bullet” bras for this evening! It has the effect of holding her breasts out and up, and the contoured blouse fitting closely to the lace material of the bra emphasizes still more the full swell of her 36C breasts. Is that a hint of a smile in my direction as she turns to take the few steps back to the dark-haired handsome man, who also happens to be our friend Omar? Hmmm.
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It was a dark night and I was wondering down the motorway, loads of cars passing me by, but no one will stop to see if I am ok, so I keep walking it seemed like ages and a car had stopped, so I walked towards it, I was cold and a little dishevelled, but non the less this car had stopped, I walked towards the window, and it was wound down by a guy sitting in the seat, he had a kindly face, so I moved closer to the window, my tongue runs across my cold lips, I ask “could you please help me” at that moment the wind caught my face and a tear left my eye.
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We were close but nothing more then an occasional flirting had happened. I felt pretty comfortable around you and am not all that shy about my body with you because we have shared a few summers as friends and you have seen me numerous times in bathing suits etc. You over the last few months had been certified as a masseuse, to make some extra money and continue your interest in fitness.

You had on many occasions offered to give me a massage so I finally decided to take you up on this offer. A birthday day present since I love a professional massage but they are a little expensive. My husband is all for it because of his little secret fantasy of seeing me with another man, he figures it will be somewhat fun to watch me get a massage but he has never had one and doesn’t realize how vulnerable you are during one. He offers to make us a nice dinner while I get the massage, which gives him a decent view into the den.
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“Carl, when we go to the snow this winter, can I write my name in the snow?”

“What?”

“Well you watched me pee this morning. This winter, can I stand behind you, hold him, and when you pee, write my name in the snow?”

“Yes you can and then after that I’ll bend you over a jet ski, slip deep into you and we will ride it all over Lake Tahoe hitting every bump we can find.”
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