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I love my wife, and I would never cheat on her. Usually, when someone makes such a bold statement, the word 'but' follows and we hear how this is not always the case. I suppose my story is no different. Kelly and I have been together since high school. I thought back then it was a love that would always last. Ten years later, it was still the case. Kelly had been out of town for three weeks now, acting as a consultant for a company in California.

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I could hear the faint sound of music emanating from behind the door as I made my way down the hallway. Each step brought me closer as the music became louder and louder. I listened intently as I closed in, but could not make out place the song or the band, writing it off as one of the many independent, no-name artists that Laura always listened to.

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Kari was hot. Not playboy hot, but attractive nonetheless in a natural, wholesome kind of way. She wasn't one to dress up. In fact, she'd often come to class in nothing more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. If I was lucky though, she would wear shorts And I'd get a view of her perfect, well muscled legs. She never wore makeup, but her skin was always flawless. She had a deep tanned skin tone that was an indicator of her half-oriental background and drove me crazy.

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I do a fair amount of traveling and like many guys I have a picture of my wife on my laptop to remind me of her when I'm away from home. It's not the kind of picture, however, that I would use as wallpaper or a screen saver. It's a photo for my own private viewing. In the photo, Anne is reclining on a leather couch wearing a lacy black bra which barely covers her beautiful 34C breasts.

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Suzanne lay naked on her stomach across Tim's bed with the top of her snorkel shoved in her ass. The rubber of the mouthpiece flopped in the air when she shifted her weight. Tim climbed onto the bed beside her and propped his head on his hand. She was waking up from her nap. He had put her through a rough morning. He ran his other hand down her back to rest over the crack of Suzanne's upturned ass, the snorkel rising up between two of his fingers. He nudged it and asked, “Has it been in your ass the entire time?”

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I want to tell you what I have planned for the next time Mollie and I get together. She is by far and away the most incredibly sexy women on the face of this planet, completely without inhibitions or hang-ups, totally devoted to pleasing me and allowing me to please her. But before I get to our next encounter, let me share with you some of the details of our first time together, and you will immediately see how lucky I am that I found her, and why everything I plan to do with her will culminate in intense satisfaction for both of us.

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You looked so sweet sleeping that I couldn't bear to disturb you when I woke this morning. The slightest hint of a smile played over your lips and your long eyelashes fluttered as you dreamed. You were so relaxed, the creases in your face -- lines that had come from living, loving, laughing -- had evened out and showed up as pale lines in the bronze that the sun had painted your skin with. I didn't even use the en suite to shower, instead using the separate bathroom along the landing.

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It wasn't hot enough for the outfit she was wearing. You didn't have to be a brain surgeon to know she was dressed to impress, and Derrick would have been less than a man if he hadn't let his eyes wander over the delicious curves of her body. He watched as she strolled down the concourse, and wondered how her outfit had gone over on the plane. Everyone else that filed out behind her was dressed conservatively.

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Finally, after months of getting off at the sound of your voice, I finally get to meet you. I couldn't believe it when you agreed to send me a video last week. Thinking of you stroking yourself is one thing, watching you do it is another. God, my pussy is twitching and my panties are soaked just thinking about it.

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You're downstairs reading when I call to you from the bedroom. "Honey, could you come up here for a second? I need your help with something." You put down your book, mildly annoyed at being interrupted, and walk up the stairs. "What's up, Doll?" you ask as you come around the corner into the room and stop dead in your tracks, mouth open slack jawed at the site in front of you.

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