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December, The Taylor Residence, North Wilmington, Delaware. Russell Taylor looked out of his bedroom window at the street crammed with parked cars. It was the week before Christmas and Trolley Square was full of office workers heading for parties in the local bars and restaurants.

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I guess this all started out of sheer boredom in our sex life. My wife and I have been married for 18 years, and for the first few years, we made love like animals in heat, going at it often up to three or four times a day. Though my wife is pretty straight-laced, she would let down occasionally, and we managed to fuck in every position imaginable. We even pulled out the video camera once in while.

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Marty and Julie had been married for 5 years, and Marty was struggling to come up with a great gift for his wife. He had looked at jewelry, sexy lingerie, and dozens of other ideas. Nothing seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, until one day the perfect suggestion crossed his path. "You think she'll like that?" asked Marty.

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I first met James at a Christmas party my parents were throwing. He was the contractor they had hired to put together the new house they were building as an anniversary gift to each other. It would be a lot bigger than the two stories, three-bedroom house I had grown up in, which meant that there would be plenty of room for either me or my sister if we needed it, which wasn't something I was about to complain about, considering that at twenty four, I was about to run back home with my tail between my legs.

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How could he? That bastard of a boyfriend of mine? Yes, despite living together we both had our freedom. He'd never been unfaithful to me before. Not that I knew of. Neither had I with him. Not with another man, anyway. A woman was different, of course. My boyfriend had no idea I was bisexual. That was, and is, a side I keep to myself. I love men. Love cock. But I love women, too.

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Let me stress first that I do not recommend the method my wife and I used to patch up our marriage. But I do have to say it worked for us. If my wife's friend Elaine hadn't used her bottomless well of sexuality - not to mention her tight, horny little body - to bring us back together, Debra and I would have more than likely gone through with a divorce neither one of us really wanted.

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Daniel and I had been together almost a year. I had moved to Portland for a teaching job and didn't know anyone, but had hooked up with Daniel in the spring of my first year at the high school. He'd come into my classroom to recruit students for summer jobs maintaining trails in the city parks. He was handsome with his brown eyes and golden hair, and he was smart and funny without being cynical and his professional life was devoted to making a difference in kids' lives. I couldn't help but fall for him.

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"Mom?" I looked across at my daughter. Sally was holding the local paper. Rarely carrying anything exciting, so why the look on Sally's face? "Yes, dear? What is it?" "You know I have Jenny and Michelle coming round on Sunday for a pool party, and Kenny, Bill and Hector are coming, too?"

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Raven walked up the front steps to the house. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, confirming the address. It was a very ordinary house, on a very ordinary street. Only the fact that heavy drapes covered all the windows suggested that it was other than a typical suburban home.

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All he could think about was her ass. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out, and her pussy had provided him more pleasure than most men could only dream about in a lifetime. But he couldn't stop thinking about her asshole, that sweetly puckered opening, so tightly closed, so vulnerable. What was wrong with him?

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