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“Are there clouds out today, Samantha?” my girlfriend, Susy, asked. “Yes, there are lots of them. And the sky is pure blue…its very beautiful out.” “Yes, I can feel it,” she replied. Susy had lost her eyesight about a year ago in a car accident. Unable to continue living on her own, she came to live with me so I could take care of her.

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We moved to New Mexico when my husband's father decided to retire early from his business and pass it on to his son. I had visited here many times but never quite took to it. My family is from Maine. Thanks to the exclusive country club membership sponsored by my in-laws and a ton of charity work, I was able to quickly adjust and make some new friends.

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It was only ten when games night had begun to wind down. Everyone else had pled early start so by the time all the goodbyes were said Penny and I were the only two that remained. I had known Penny for five years and had had a crush on her for at least three. In the last year we had become very close friends, most of our secrets out in the open, so the two of us hanging out wasn't anything new.

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"So what do you think then?" my wife asked me. "I'm not sure. I'm don't think I'm entirely happy with the thought of another man screwing the woman I love." I replied. We were cuddling in bed having just had one of the oddest conversations in our married life so far. Cassie, my wife of the last 4 years, had initiated a discussion about fantasies by asking me if I had any unfulfilled ones.

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For nearly two months, I'd been living just about every man's dream. I'd been fucking a woman (the secretary at the radio station I work for) without ever having to meet her family, listen to her problems or any other annoying crap. It started when I discovered that our secretary, Joann, was embezzling from the company. To keep me quiet, we reached an agreement. To keep her lovely ass out of prison, she spread her legs for me whenever I wanted.

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I have to admit to a stomach full of knots as I stepped off the elevator glancing up and down the hall to see which way Suite 315 was. This wasn't to be any kind of normal night and I was really second guessing why I had agreed to the invitation. It sounded pretty cool up until that moment, but I can honestly say I found myself nervous as hell as I wandered down the hall towards the door that would open up to a night I never believed I'd experience anything like.

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"Come on, I dare you!" Jack teased Hadley. The couple was walking downtown, on their way to the car after a nice dinner. They had drunk a bit of wine and it had had an effect on them. Hadley swatted at Jack's arm. "No. When I mentioned that it was my fantasy to flash someone, that's all I meant it to be – a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less."

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I hate to be the braggart except when it comes to one topic, my wife. She is the best woman that any man could ask for. She’s by far the best thing to ever happen to me. She is smart, educated and beautiful with a professional full-time career to boot. With all that, she is still shy and even a little insecure. I have witnessed her become a nervous wreck at the very thought of meeting new people when she wants to impress them. Despite her coyness, I’ve seen her intimidate men and women alike when she sets her mind to it.

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"Miss Lendell, please send in my next appointment." I stretched behind my desk wishing the stress of the day to ease up. A romantic dinner with Beth would make it all worthwhile I thought as I cleared my desk in preparation for my next new parolee. I heard my office door open and I asked them to come in and take a chair. When I looked up I froze involuntarily.

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"Reception to Tom, over." The radio on his belt squawked softly, and his friend Gina's voice beckoned to him from his reverie. "This is Tom. Go ahead, Gina, over." "Tom, I have a guest request for an unusual repair, over." "What do I need to bring up, Gina? Over." "I don't really know, Tom. Can you come to the front, please? Over." That was unusual for Gina; she's a great communicator, so it must have been something "Personal" that the guest needed.

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