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For all intents and purposes, this is a sequel of sorts of my first story. Those who read the first story know about the affair I had begun with John and how it helped liberate me from the shackles of my life. It takes place after my lunch with my daughter, Beth. She had gone to tell John about the man she had met and how she had already slept with this man. John reacted in bewildered amazement, according to my daughter, cursing at her before leaving the apartment. Beth called me immediately in tears, upset that she had made a mistake.

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After my night with Danitza things were never the same again. I couldn't stand being around my friend Javier, because I felt as if I'd committed the ultimate crime against him--which I'd done--I fucked his skinny Spanish girlfriend in the ass. I'd also cheated on my girlfriend; a woman who loved me and would do anything for.

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Chapter 1 It was a warm early summer day, the kind of day you look forward to all winter long, so I cashed in a vacation day. A bike ride along the coast would be just the ticket on a day like today. I stopped for a quick breakfast before heading out to one of my favorite areas, looking forward to cruising along the narrow cottage-lined streets.

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"What do you think of him?" Ed whispered across the table to Carla as he nodded in the direction of a man sitting up at the bar. The couple had been exclusively dating for a few weeks now. Ed had been telling Carla of his fantasy of having another man join their bed for a few weeks now. He wanted her to experience all the sexual pleasure there was possible and he thought having another male help to make love to her would satisfy her beyond her dreams. He knew one of those dreams involved a threesome with her in the middle.

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I am probably the most typical white guy in America. 31 years old, married for 4 years, with a two year old kid and obsessed with sex. I can't help it. I want to kiss, lick and suck pussy. I want to bury my face in big, firm but soft mounds of breasts. I want to breathe in the mixed aroma between her legs of pussy and ass before I slowly drag my tongue from asshole to clit. I want her to do the same to me- but now I'm dreaming and this is a true story so I'll stick to the facts.

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It's a warm spring morning and I'm sitting with my husband in the patio area of a local coffee shop. The warm air feels wonderful and we sit in a quiet silence reading different sections of the newspaper and snacking on coffee and scones. It's quiet except for the occasional bird singing or car driving past. We're comfortable - comfortable in with our meal, in our surroundings, with our middle age status in life, and in our marriage. Maybe we're a little too comfortable.

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The BBQ was an undeniable success. Sophie spent the first part of the afternoon pouring drinks, and filling plates or chasing after some of the children that were running about. It was a sunny day, but the Oak trees in the Jacobs' backyard made for a cool inviting picnic area. Every once in awhile Sophie would feel someone's hot gaze on her and turn quickly to find Alana staring from some distance away.

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