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He's sitting on the train, in a forwards facing seat, an uneventful trip as usual. It's not too crowded, he's managed to find a seat on his own, not having to press up against some old woman or smelly youth. There are several seats vacant in the train now as the journey continues. He casts an eye around the train, nobody of interest catches his eye so he returns to his book, trying to concentrate on it and getting lost in the music pumping through the earphones of his Ipod.

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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to do that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it's a come-on. If a girl does it, she's just asking for it.

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CHAPTER 1 Early morning sun cut through the mist as lean and white-haired Bill Soper rubbed under an armpit and once again thought will he or won't he? On six consecutive mornings the fit-looking 70-year old had looked impassively at the boatshed on the edge of the estuary and returned inside his cottage that he no longer shared with his wife.

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"Connor! Connor!" My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.

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A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Hello." On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, "Can I speak to Rad, please?" Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. "Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?" There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. "If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I found, then you can do almost anything to me or with me that you like."

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If you'd asked me if I would want to watch my girlfriend fuck another man in front of me a year ago, I'd have promptly punched you in the jaw. The idea would have disgusted me, as I'd heard of cuckolds and thought that they had to all be subs, and maybe even closeted homosexuals.

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It was a strange train ride to begin with. The Metro North is always packed to the brains with every type of person you can think of heading home from the City, but tonight I couldn’t even seem to find a seat. I hate having to sit with someone I don’t know; they invariably turn out to be some sort of schizophrenic who won’t shut up, asks you strange questions (“Would you like to know your future?”), or just plain smells.

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"Hey Mom, why don't you get Brian to drop you by Aunt Mary's? He'll be driving right by." I hit the leg on her chair as I tried and missed in my attempt to put a knot on my usually sweet and wonderful wife's leg. I had just been discussing my hunting trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota with my brother-in-law, Mark, when my wife blurted out the unexpected invitation. What is she thinking? I asked myself. "Note to self never mention trips in front of the wife again!" I quietly reminded myself.

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I'm a 29 year old woman, who's been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We're always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.

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You are finally coming into town. You said for business, but I don't care what the reason, I am just glad to finally see you. I race to meet you at the restaurant. There are butterflies in my stomach. We have chatted and talked on the phone for so long now. So much flirting and longing to be with you. When I arrive at the restaurant, I see your truck is already there, and I start to feel a little better. When I get inside, I scan the room for you, and see you stand up and motion me over to your table. You've been keeping an eye out for me and you smile as I get close to the table.

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