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I always looked up to Blaine; she was like the big sister I never had. Blaine taught me everything, from how to walk in heels to getting a guy to pay for your drinks. I really loved it; hell, I loved her. It killed me to admit it, but I really did. Not in the awkward way a brother loves a sister, or the passionate way a husband loves a wife, but in a secret, silent way that was embarrassing to think about.

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Ever since we'd gotten engaged, I'd been teasing my fiancé, Julie, about how much I was looking forward to my bachelor party and hinting at the wild events that would likely take place. She would usually pout, telling me I didn't need to have one. The thought of me and a few of my friends drinking and watching x-rated movies didn't bother her much, but she was afraid one of them would arrange for a stripper and things would go beyond stripping.

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My baby and I don’t go out much. We usually prefer our home entertainments to anything that others can come up with. But that night, there was no way of getting around it; I wanted to dance. The club was in the sleazy part of town that most everyone avoided at night except for the actual havic-reakers themselves and those so desperate to leave middle-class suburbia that they would risk the menacing sorts for jello-shots and music with a pulse.

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My name is Amy. It was toward the end of my second month of grad school, when I happened to run into Janie, a girl I hadn't seen since high school. We hadn't been particularly close friends, but we had known each other casually and kind of liked one another. It was lunchtime, so we went to the campus deli where we each ordered a salad and sat down to reminisce a bit. As we chatted, I couldn't help noticing how really stunning Janie had become.

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I'm a 36yr-old male, fit, healthy & very happily married to a lovely, warm, gorgeous sexy woman. You may have guessed what's coming next- I'm also cock curious! I'm on a business trip to Amsterdam, and the meetings are finished ahead of schedule, with conclusions acceptable to all parties.

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The neighborhood was made up of mostly an upper middle class setting. Everyone got along well and no one had any cares of crime, money or a lack of gossip or minor scandal. All in all it was still a good place to raise a family. The husbands were very successful and sometimes would get together at the bowling alley.

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For those who follow my stories know that I was not involved in sexual play until after I became a widow at the sweet age of fifty-six. I am now sixty-seven and during the intervening eleven years I have made up for lost time so to speak.

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"Are you sure you're ok with this?" She looked up at the man standing in front of her. Behind her Marjie and Davy were making impatient noises. Davy looked at the other man over both women's heads and winked. It was all JT could do not to grin back. He looked down on the love of his life and smiled, "Of course it's ok. Not like I can go for a hike on these things anyway." He waved a crutch around.

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I had never considered that my wife and I could be called swingers, but I suppose that whatever you call it that is what we had just done. I had just watched my best friend shave my wife’s cunt whilst his wife sucked my cock. Swiftly followed by fucking and sucking all round. All four of us were, I think, slightly stunned at what had just occurred. This was the first time any of us had fucked anyone other than our spouses since we were married.

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The e-mail was brief: Please call George and Phoebe. I showed it to Gill. “Will you ring or shall I?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter.” she replied. “You call and I’ll join in on the extension if necessary.” “Sound good, do you reckon?” “It has been so far.”

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