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I apologize for the way this story came out. It was supposed to be three chapters with Tom, Julie and then the final chapter with both, but the middle chapter was initially corrupted so it couldn’t be posted in sequence. I did post it later but it sort of ruined the flow. Anyway, a lot of good readers asked me to finish it, so here it is. Thanks to all who comment both positive and negative. You can guess which ones I listen to.

Thecelt

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It has been just over two years since the divorce and I was looking forward to my weekend with Rachael. Tom and I had agreed during the divorce that I would gradually get more visits with Rachael as I progressed in my recovery. I had begun to see her about 8 months after I began therapy, at first under supervision and then alone. I now saw her almost every weekend. I would leave from work and pick her up. We would go home and fix dinner together, and I treasured my time with her. She was growing so fast and I had missed a vital part of her development. I was there, but not for her. It’s difficult to explain but suffice it to say that I was truly her mother now and I would lose no more time.
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Tom & Julie

After Tom left that night, I just sat on the couch not moving or thinking. I think now, looking back, that I was in shock. My husband had just walked out on me and I said nothing to stop him. I actually just smiled at him as I told him that I had been cheating on him and that he knew it. For some reason I expected him to get angry and cry and wail and plead with me to stay and work everything out. That isn’t what happened.

When Tom looked at me after I said my piece, I could see anger and pain in his eyes. As he spoke, I could hear the sadness in his voice and the words were delivered in a manner dead and devoid of any love. I don’t know what I had expected but this was not it. I listened and as he spoke, my mind seemed to awaken from a deep, dark place. A place it had been for the past year or more. I tried to focus on his face and I heard snatches of words as he spoke. I heard words like divorce, whore, custody, and others: words that had no meaning. Why was he saying these things? What had I done to make this man so angry with me? I tried to focus on what he was saying but I couldn’t hold onto the words: they kept slipping away. I knew that something really bad had happened but I didn’t know what at that moment.
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Tom’s Story

On Tuesday, I told Julie, my wife, that I had to make a trip to St. Louis to fix some problems on a new installation. I would fly out Wednesday afternoon, meet with the contractors Thursday and Thursday evening, and fly home Friday. She did not seem very upset by the last minute trip, even though she had always hated me being away. She actually smiled when I told her and wished me a good trip. Strange.

I thought that we could make love that night since I would be leaving for the rest of the week but Julie pleaded fatigue when I suggested we go to bed early and cuddle.
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About a year ago, my husband called me from work and told me about a massage school in town. He said that all the girls from the office were going and it was very inexpensive because the students were trying to get there hours so they could graduate. I’ve always been a little shy and reserved, and having gained weight after our third child I had lost a lot of interest in letting my husband see me naked, much less anybody else. I had had a massage a year or so ago while on vacation and just could not enjoy it being overweight. I thanked him for thinking of me and told him I would “think about it.” Most of the time I “think about” doing things that I don’t want to do until hubbie forgets about them! And usually, sooner or later, he forgets!
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“Do you remember that day we had at the seaside last August?” asked Janet, suddenly.

I looked down at her, my small dark-haired wife of ten years. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her nightdress was up around her shoulders, for the very good reason that, until she had spoken, my mouth had been exploring the thick, erect nipple of her full, firm left breast, while the fingers of my right hand were sliding through her thick pubic bush to the warm, welcoming wetness of her eager vagina.
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This story is part fantasy and part reality, I will leave it to you to figure out which is which. The story is about my wife and our mutual desire to allow her to have sex with other men. If this isn’t your thing it’s ok just move on to something you like. This is a site for sex stories and there are lots of them in all different categories. After all if you weren’t looking for stories about sex why would you be reading this?

If you enjoy reading stories about MMF threesomes and moresomes then continue reading. I hope you enjoy! We did!!!
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I consider myself to be a lucky man. When it comes to slut-wives, then Rachel, my other half, is up there with the best of them! Although now a forty six years old and, as she will be the first to admit, no longer a teenager, she’s still a good looking woman and has a voracious sexual appetite to go with her looks. Rach just likes to fuck, and she does so as frequently as possible. With her silver, blonde hair framing a face that looks ten years younger than her true years and her hour-glass figure complete with large, firm breasts, she gets plenty of offers. I long ago gave up any thoughts of keeping her to myself - looking back now to our earlier years, it seemed so stupid to have even tried - but now I content myself in the knowledge that as long as she’s happy and getting what she wants - needs - then I’m happy as well and on the occasions when I can catch her “at it”, well, so much the better!
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My husband had been working some really long hours. Long to the point where I heard him come in at night but when I woke up in the morning he was already gone. I was working myself but didn’t have such bad hours. After not seeing him for eight days straight, I decided to swing by his office to see if I remembered what he looked like. I did but before I could say hello, he whizzed past me and said, “Gotta run to a meeting. I’ll be right back.” His two assistants followed him out the door, leaving me alone in his office.
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I’m a very happily married man, having married the woman of my dreams 4 years ago. We’ve had a very happy marriage and our sex life has been anything but dull. My wife Kate, a tiny little woman only standing a mere 4′ 11”, 120 pounds and sporting a pair of delicious 36D breasts. She’s a very attractive woman, often turning heads as she walks anywhere she goes, especially mine. I could never keep my hands off that wonderfully tight ass of hers. Once every year I take her down for her yearly check up with her Gynecologist. Not that I mind taking her, but the waits to see a doctor are terrible! It’s a rather warm day so she dresses light, wearing only a nipple showing tank top and a mini skirt.
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I always appreciated a little exhibitionism in the bedroom, with my love coming to bed in crotch less panties, or maybe performing an enticing striptease as a prelude to sex, but the kind of brazen public display Paula seemed to relish was incredible.

I am an eager participant in Paula’s sexy antics, encouraging her to strut her stuff at every opportunity. I enjoy shopping with her for the most outrageous outfits and lingerie, like crotch less panties and bras that leave her nipples exposed. I enjoy seeing the look on a mans face when he gets a glimpse of Paula’s bare breast, pussy or ass. This past summer, at my wife’s urging, I helped her put on a show by fucking her in full view of a lifeguard.
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