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I enjoy other men's wives. I enjoy single women too but there's something special about a married one. Of course, it's that taste of forbidden fruit, knowing that when she opens her arms -- and legs -- to you she is breaking those sacred vows and you are taking something that was promised to another man alone. The only thing I can't decide is whether it's better if the husband knows or not.

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Richard: What follows are our thoughts we would like to share with you about a subject that is directly related to our personal relationship, we are swingers. We swing as a married couple. We have been active swingers for several years now and enjoy it very much. We understand that it's not for everyone, in fact, I guess it's something that very few couples in society would ever consider participating in. We understand that!

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Several pictures of her were tucked into the sides of the mirror over his dresser. Most were school pictures, and one was of the two of them together, their arms wrapped around each other, both of them smiling at the camera. My hand, holding the brush that I had picked up from amidst the clutter on his dresser, stopped in mid-air as I peered at those pictures.

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I was told that the drive into Camp Larry Horton would relieve me of all my fears. I was skeptical, of course. This was my first full-time position as a young adult camp coordinator and nothing seemed capable of alleviating the butterflies in my stomach. But soon after turning off the main road onto the dirt and gravel path leading to the camp, I began to believe. Dense woods on either side of the car quickly blocked out civilization's existence.

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When Gloria first walked into her apartment, she noticed the wet foot print on the carpet instantly. A pinch in her gut became a punch as the back of her neck blossomed goose bumps quickly. The adrenaline was flowing fast through her body as she took a cautious step into her kitchen to reach the phone. She held onto the receiver but did not dial.

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Summer was coming to a close, and Jason was about to start his final year of high school. All his life he had let his neurotic over-analytical nature control how he interacted with people. He had always put too much thought into everything, and as such had wasted his childhood. He believed he was unpopular, and therefore he was. With the social experience he had gained over the summer however: after having turned 18, going to parties, and fucking a busty young mall rat senseless, Jason was ready to improve his social standing. Life was finally a game he was ready to play.

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I am a husband that has been married to the same woman whom I love very much for over 25 years. However, I like many husbands have this recurring fantasy to watch my wife being fucked by another man and to watch her climax with wild abandonment. There is nothing I can imagine as thrilling than to watch your wife being fucked by another man or men, unless however if that person happens to be a hung, Black or Hispanic.

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I'm really lucky...I have hippy parents who had good business sense. We grew up comfortable, on the fringes. I got a great education, decided on some business classes and finally earned my massage and physical therapy degrees. My parents semi-retired from the Chinese supplement import business. I took over and maintained my practice on evening and weekends: I could afford to see only the clients I wanted.

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Mandi’s headlights served almost no usefulness in the snowstorm. It would take her an hour to get home down the winding 2 lane highway creeping along at 35 miles an hour. She bristled as she thought of the horrible day she had at work, almost half the staff had called in due to the weather and she lived further than all but Joan and had much worse roads to travel on. She had to fill in for Stewart in sales and had actually made a sale to a new customer from Nashville. She didn’t like sales much but as inventory manager and purchasing agent she knew the product line better than anyone who had made the attempt to get into the office.

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I was 22 when my daughter Hayley was born. She's in her first year at university now and, being my only child, she and I have always been very close. That's why, when her dad went away for a weekend fishing competition recently, I was really pleased that Hayley invited me to go and stay the weekend with her. I never went to university - it wasn't as common in those days as it is now, and I suppose I've led a bit of a sheltered life generally really.

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