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“How’d you like to get hold of that?” Roger Goins asked as he stirred his fresh drink.

Roger was one of those guys who always talked about strange pussy, but never seemed to make an attempt to get any. He was too pussy-whipped by his wife, Elaine, to take a chance.

Me, I was on the look out all the time—but so was my wife, Shirley. It took about fifty years and four marriages for me to learn that a woman who liked to fuck all the time—the only kind I wanted to be married to—was going to fuck somebody else every now and then. So here I was at sixty, on my fifth marriage, with a forty-two year old sex-pot who liked to swing. But that was okay with me, because I always knew who she was fucking when she wasn’t fucking me. Plus, the guys she chose all had wives for me, most of them really nice looking and hot as hell. Those of us who swapped kept it secret from Roger and Elaine. Elaine would probably have been all for it, but Roger was too insecure for anything like that.
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This story has light bondage and domination, but it’s not a BDSM story.

I never dreamed that my marriage would turn out this way. I’m not sure that it’s better or worse than I imagined; it’s just different.

I guess I should start at the beginning. I’d been married to Robert for about three years at the time. He had a nice government position in Washington DC, and I was working as a typist in a local office. Our life had turned into a dull routine, including our sex life.
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Matt Simmons stood by Mrs. Hammond, holding her hand as her husband’s coffin was lowered into its rain filled resting-place. Matt held her sobbing body close as the rain poured down on the crying mourners. He had been killed in a horrible car accident only 3 days ago. Matt could feel Mrs. Hammond’s body shaking as he held her delicate, mature hand. Matt and Mrs. Hammond had always been very good friends and the last 3 days had brought them even closer.

Mr. Hammond had been a very respected college professor at the local college. His students loved him more than any other professors. He and Mrs. Hammond had been married for 30 years. She had depended on him for everything. He did the checkbook, paid the bills and any other things that needed tended to.
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I had never met Lene, never even spoken to her. She existed only in my imagination and in the photograph I had discovered buried deep in the contact section of an adult magazine. I had been corresponding with her husband, Hans, and over the weeks, he had informed me of what she was like.

Hans seemed like one of life’s “good guys”. He and Lene had been married for several years, and had always known of his wife’s large sexual appetite. According to him, they had been running the same advertisement for several months and in that time had entertained a number of other men (and the occasional dominant woman) in their bedroom. Both of them were in their early forties, but my interest was piqued by their quite obvious submissive tendencies.
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It started out innocently enough. But then, doesn’t it always? It was Monday afternoon and I was in the back yard pulling weeds.

“Hey, Mrs. Carter.”

I turned in the direction of the voice and saw Bobby Campfield walking along the path that separated my yard from West Valley Park.

“Hi, Bobby,” I shot back. “How are you doing?”

Bobby came to a stop by my back gate and smiled. “I’m doing ok, I guess.”

“What do you mean, ‘I guess?’ Is something wrong?”
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The rain beat heavily on Frank Day’s head and shoulders as he stood by the side of the road. His raincoat was of a good quality, but he could still feel the chill of the water as it dripped slowly down the back of his neck and soaked into his shirt. His left arm was extended, the tumb turned upwards in the universally accepted stance of the hitchiker as he watched with dismay as car after car swished by on the wet road, seemingly ignoring his silent pleas for a lift. Another thirty minutes passed as Frank trudged along the road, regularly glancing behind him to check for possible transportation. In the distance he could just make out a large vehicle heading in his direction. He stopped to watch. As the vehicle approached he could see that it was a large, expensive looking motor home. Frank, again extended his arm, signalling his intentions to the unseen driver. His spirits lifted considerably as he saw the vehicle slowing and pulling to the side of the road behind him.
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She was 73, I was 37. The planning of what I am about to explain has been in the making for years. It all started last year and has been going on almost everyday since then.

Her name is Elnora and she is the Grandmother of my wife. She isn’t very tall or a full figured women, but what she does have is… well you will just have to read on a little more to find out for yourself.

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“This story can stand on it’s own, but if you want to read the 1st part of it, you’ll find it in the index under the Lesbian Sex category. Or, you can go to my bio and find it there…”

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As a bisexual woman who had been admiring a beautiful lady for so long, finally being able to be with her “sexually” was a dream come true. That night, after sharing our first of many hot sexual encounters together, we stood naked in my kitchen, sharing a drink.

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There was a knock at the door. Jason hopped off the couch and made his way to the front door. It was his neighbour Julie.

“Hi Julie, how are you?” he answered. Julie was a demure housewife who lived across the street. She had a loving husband but Jason always suspected she wanted something more. Since he was 16, he’d gone to gym with her. And since then he knew she’d had her eye on him. He’d seen her at a few court parties, drunk out of her mind. He’d caught her checking him out from time to time. He’d seen that lustful look in those deep brown eyes. Jason exercised a lot and he knew when he was getting the eye of a woman. He’d also been checking her out. At thirty five, time was starting to catch up. She was starting to get a little plump on the edges but to Jason that just made her curves more pronounced. Her breasts were her greatest asset. A size D and they weren’t even sagging. They were a marvel to behold.
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Ken stared down at her naked body, gently stroking her firm, flat stomach. There was no doubt in his mind that Vicki was beautiful, perhaps not conventionally beautiful, but still beautiful.

Her black, shoulder length hair was in a tangled mass, framing her face against the pillow. Her face seemed so peaceful, her eyes closed, her full, moist lips apart. Her pert, but by no means small, breasts rose and fell gently as she breathed. Her firm breasts tilt slightly upwards, her nipples pointed and very sensitive, her aureoles and nipples small and dark.
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