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***************** JOE ***************** It was obvious I was about to win the Monopoly game, and I have been accused of being a sore winner, so during Rachel's final dice roll and my next turn, I went to the kitchen to get everyone another round of drinks.

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"Hi, honey!" Kara's sexy voice said on the phone. "Have you got anything going on today?" "It's still early yet," I sleepily replied. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?" "It's a beautiful summer day, I thought I'd have a pool party. Just a few of us and, you know the rules - no suits allowed." She knew exactly what to say to pique my interest.

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I was eighteen, had just moved out of my parents' house after breaking up with my girlfriend of two years. I was not ready to go to college. So against my father's advice I moved to a city far away from my small home town and found a job as a mail boy at a large real estate company, which made it possible for me to rent a small flat and pay for my own car.

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Like most hot blooded men, I have always fantasized about having sex with more than one woman but, being married to a conservative catholic, I was resigned to never realize this fantasy. So, when I ended up having sex with my wife and two of her best friends, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It all started on Monday morning with a call from my wife. A friend of ours that owns a beach house located only a couple of hours drive from our home had called Karen.

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Mark lay on his back, naked on the bed. The hotel room was quiet, dimly lit. My wife Jan, was naked as well as she sat next to Mark. She looked into my eyes and smiled and then turned to Mark and straddled him. She reached around behind her and guided his hard cock to her pussy. I was hard as a rock. Jan settled back a little and took only the tip at first. As Mark entered her more fully, Jan's eye's flashed open and she drew a deep breath.

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You go to the fridge, dragging the door open, as the conversation continues loudly behind you. Laughter rings out over the clamor of the television and you draw four cold long-neck beers from the crisper, set them on the small silver tray you were given for your hostess duties this evening, and with a pop-pop-pop-pop the caps are all neatly removed and discarded. You brush down the leather skirt and adjust your corset before entering the living room again.

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Henri smiled. Susan liked the cheerful, guileless concierge-come-garçon de café that was as much a part of the pavillon as the faded, not-quite-peeling paint, the louvered shutters and the balmy salt breeze. She'd come to treasure this quiet little place on the Côte d'Ivoire. Henri's warm grin and genuine welcome greeted her every time.

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I'm Alicia. I just turned eighteen one month ago. My very best friend, Shelly, is five months older than I. Not only have we been best friends since the fourth grade, we became lovers at the Log Cabin Motel two days after I turned eighteen.

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"What a conniving bitch" was all I could think. When I had turned eighteen in June my foster mother could have kicked me to the curb but she hadn't. Relief first struck me then suspicion. My foster mother wasn't exactly Mother Theresa, there had to be a catch. It wasn't obvious at first what was really going on. The condition for my remaining was simple, I had to pay my way. Plus she would need a little for rent. No problem.

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My day was winding down from work when Denise screamed out at me, "Hey, Pete, where you going? Aren't you coming out with us to say goodbye to Jenny?" I had completely forgot that the cute, shy receptionist was leaving and that some of the folks were going out to wish her off. After a long day dealing with pain-in-the-ass customers and fellow employees, I was not sure if I had it in me.

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