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"Oh My god...rebecca," He breathes, stunned as she enters the room, absolutely enthralling in nothing but a lacy black bra, a very short catholic schoolgirl's skirt, and a pair of knee-high dark-brown boots. Her skin is creamy and pale, a luscious backdrop for the sexy outfit she had worn for Him. Her hair is long and dark, hanging free, the ends of which brush the tops of her breasts, which peek teasingly from their lacy confines.

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She thought I had forgotten. It's pretty impossible; it's two weeks after mine exactly. Her temper tantrums as of lately have been cute. It'll make tonight so much more fun. I haven't said anything about her birthday and it's cute that she's stressing about it. Not to toot my own horn or anything but, I'm the best girlfriend ever.

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I sat with my coffee, gazing out of the window at nothing; my thoughts were filled with my upcoming fortieth birthday. My thoughts seem to be fixated on what I had missed in those years, places not visited, offers not taken up, and chances not taken. Life had become lacking in excitement. Now on my second husband and with the current one not giving me enough of what I craved. Forty seemed to be near the end of my road.

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Milla took three deep breaths as the elevator took her up to the penthouse. She knew she would have to step outside herself to do this job, way outside herself. She promised that she would be strong throughout, as this was her only choice and would be over in two weeks time.

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"Atkins, can you spare one of those peach-colored roses for me today?" I looked up at Mrs. Deershorn sticking her head out the window above me. The sweet old lady was about 65 and lived in the floor above me in this small apartment complex. I had moved in about 4 months earlier after a bad breakup with my longtime girlfriend. One of the reasons I took this room was the availability of a garden out my back patio. I had always loved gardening and in my mixed-up emotional state it was great solace.

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CHAPTER 1 When I met my girlfriend she didn't know what the term cuckold meant, let alone have any interest in participating in the actual lifestyle. Oh, she knew that one of the reasons for my recent divorce was that my wife had left me for another man after an ongoing three year affair, and was now living with him. She also knew of my submissive tendencies. Slowly, I introduced her to the term cuckolding and what it meant. I also shared stories that I wrote on the subject as well as giving her a couple of books to read on the subject.

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There are mornings when I awaken alone in the darkness, shoot a nasty glance across the bedroom at the alarm clock, and try to will it to silence. Of course, that does not typically work, so I am forced to get up and get ready for work.

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Shelly walked briskly down Bourbon St while I followed close behind. Her fat round ass, encased in a tight, short skirt, swayed from side to side as she deftly navigated through the crowd in her 4" heals. A mass of beads, ranging from small to big, was draped around her neck but they did little to hide her huge, God given breasts.

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I hear the hiss and screech of another train arriving at the platform down below the main level of Alewife station, the end of the Red Line. A metallic smell rises up the stairs on the gust of hot air displaced by its arrival. The doors open with a whoosh, and the clamor of passengers starts up the stairs and the escalator. My stomach clenches as the first faces come into view and the travelers file toward the turnstiles. The Saturday afternoon herd is thin, so it's easy to dismiss the men who come up from the platform: not alone, too short, dark hair, headed straight for the door.... The process of elimination continues until it's clear to me that that was not your train.

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That day was crazy. I was on a two-week vacation, a road trip from San Marcos Texas to Jacksonville Florida. I was on my third day into the trip, and was taking my time enjoying the sights. I had decided to rest and take a break, so I stopped at a Motel Six in Georgia. Into the second night of my stay, while on my way back to my room from a wonderful dinner I noticed a party going on in the hotel I was staying at. The party was taking place just outside my room and as I made my way through the crowd that consisted mostly of young women, I was stopped by two of them who invited me to join in.

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