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The interview is scheduled in a few minutes as I step out of the elevator on the twenty third floor of the newest office building in the city. An ambitious and demanding executive is seeking an assistant, making me aware that I'm about to face a perfectionist, deadline driven workaholic. At precisely 10-00 am, a slim, well-groomed secretary ushers me into a plush and opulent office and closes the door behind her.

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To some guys, my wife Cynthia is every man’s dream girl. She may not be a centerfold, but she is all woman. Standing just under 5-5 in her stockings, her firm 34B breasts make her Victoria's Secret bras proud. Her long legs are finely displayed when she wears flowing skirts which end a few inches above her knees, and most are shocked when told that Cyndi is 35-years-old.

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Her stomach fluttered with anticipation and excitement during that short walk on the beautiful, warm spring morning. She looked forward to the adventure that lay before her with excitement. The weather matched her mood perfectly. The dark months of winter were behind her and the morning sunshine warmed her pretty face. Angel felt her spirits lifted with the blossoming beauty of the day, which caused a surge of joy at just being alive to swell her heart in her chest.

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I was leaving to go out for the night, my mother reminded me that Lucy's house was being fumigated for termites and that she would be spending the night. I felt my cock twinge with excitement the minute I heard those words come out of my mother's mouth. Lucy was my next-door neighbor. She was 45 and beautiful. About 5'3, 110 pounds, Latin with bronze skin. I had always fantasized fucking her from behind while she spoke in Spanish; telling me to "fuck her harder.”

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"You know, the scene where Clark Gable carries Vivian Leigh up the stairs." They were at dinner, discussing everything from work to politics. Now it was movies. The conversation had just taken an interesting turn. "I'm not sure which one you mean." "You know," she said. "If you've seen the movie, you know. Rhett carries Scarlett up the stairs after they've quarreled. Rhett had gotten drunk earlier. He threatens her, then he carries her up the stairs. The next time you see Scarlett she's waking up, stretching, with a smile on her face."

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How did we end up together? Right time, right place, and a screw-up in a hotel reservation. It was as simple as that. Okay, let me back up. We had known each other a long time. Business associates, gym buddies, best friends, really. Since our marriages went south, his then mine, a long time ago. Neither of us had any interest in going that route again, so it was work, and some community projects that took up our time. That and the gym, bodybuilding.

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After the events of the previous night, most of the group’s carnal secrets were out in the open. Gina, a woman in her mid-40s who was also Jim’s department chair, was fucking Aaron, an 18-year-old freshman who previously dated her young daughter, Karla. Jim, 31 and wrapping up his doctoral dissertation, had just started fucking Molly, a 19-year-old intern (she was having intercourse for the first time with someone other than her father, but that secret would remain intact a while longer).

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