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Part 3: Escape Route — Author's Note: despite what the characters in this story might think on the matter, this is a work of fiction. None of the names have been changed because none of these people really exist - except in as much as thoughts exist. Perhaps they'll exist in your heads for a while. This story also contains more sex than the previous two; this is intentional and is the case primarily because this story covers a much longer period of time than the others.

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I didn't want to go. I wasn't really given a choice. I was the manager of the project, the clients were paying our bank sa fortune in fees for the work we were doing, and we had been given to understand from our local team in their home country that when they entertained, they tended towards the more sexy venues.

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Bill and I have been married now for nearly ten years. It's been a fairly good marriage, Bills a good provider and a kind husband. But over the last few years it seems our sex life has gone in different direction. At thirty-two my sex drive seemed to be increasing while Bill's was going the opposite direction. When we first got married we were both willing to try anything, even some of the kinky stuff like oral, mutual masturbation, spankings, role play, and even some anal sex.

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It all started on Saturday night when my wife (Patricia) and myself ( Ray) went out for supper and a few drinks with her sister Silenia and her husband Joesph. We went to this new BBQ type restaurant located not far from our place. We arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant and decided to grab a quick drink in the lounge before Silenia and Joesph arrived. We sit down and ordered our drinks. I look at wife and admired what she's wearing, a v-neck type blouse that's open enough to show some cleavage.

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I first met "Wolf" three years ago at small downtown nightclub, where up-and-coming Rockabilly sensation, "Hee-Haw Hunnies", was playing. That's not his real name, of course. His driver's license says "Keith Hendricks", but all of his friends call him by his very descriptive nickname. Rick, a mutual friend, introduced us. I smiled at him, when he kissed my hand, and offered to buy me a RootBeer.

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Kelsey glanced over her shoulder at the schoolhouse clock as she rushed around the den picking up and straightening as quickly as she could. She had spent the day shopping with her friend Janet, again. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to Janet but she knew she wasn’t behaving as herself. She had been generally nasty lately and leaving things till the last minute. She was not happy with herself and had been taking it out on Nick.

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I'm not sure why I walked into the place. I hate funerals, death, flowers. It was just all so much ceremony. Uncle Tom was gone, why did he need a party for his corpse? My gaze lifted to scan a sea of long forgotten or never known faces. Some dabbing at tears, others laughing merrily as if this was indeed a celebration. Sighing softly and moving through the crowd, the voice of my mother ringing in my ears. "You should go, pay our respects....and besides you were his favorite.."

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"Vicki Lynn, are you up for a little adventure today?" my boyfriend Greg asked me. "Of course," I replied, lifting my head from Greg's beautiful penis. "What did you have in mind?" "I was thinking about taking you to a massage parlor." "A massage parlor, Greg? Those are for guys. Why would I want to go to one?" "Well, to begin with, you would get a chance to be naked in front of a bunch of very horny guys."

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It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards!

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I paused, and looked back down the track I had followed up the hill. The Downs in high summer have a special quality. The sweet smell of bracken, the softness of the rolling hills, the cool and quiet of the patches of woodland, the hum of the insects in the hot sunshine and the tracks leading mysteriously away from the ridge path through the brilliant green of the tall bracken. They are places of beauty whatever the season but most especially in late July.

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