It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realised that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had set off earlier, on his new Honda 750.
My mobile phone couldn’t receive a signal, so all I could do was sit by the side of the road; smoke a cigarette and wait for help.
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It was late Friday night or early Saturday morning, I was too drunk to remember which because I had been out drinking. I got back to the apartment after a long walk and realized my roommate was gone.
I thought to myself, "Wouldn't you know it? She's gone, I have the whole place to myself, and no one to fuck me. Damn the luck!"
I was very sexually frustrated to say the least. It had been a long week of tough exams, sleepless nights, and grueling cheerleading practices!
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I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.
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"Bugger," Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. "Piece of shit computer."
Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer.
"What did it do?" he asked. "Did any message pop up?"
"Nothing," she said and forlornly pressed the power button. "And yes it's fully charged."
She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench.
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Penny was nervous and paranoid as she roamed the halls of the high school. Not only had she graduated six months ago, but this wasn't even the school she'd graduated from. No, this was the school where Beth, Penny's new friend, was a senior. It was the lunch hour, and though the halls were crowded with students heading to their lockers, the cafeteria, the parking lot, or other classes, Penny felt like she stuck out.
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Cori strode naked through the club and took her seat at the bar. Picking up her glass, she looked at her husband with a smile.
"Lost again?"He asked.
"Depends on how you look at it,"she replied after a sip of her drink. "I'm naked, but his cock is hard enough to use as a pool cue."
Dan laughed as his wife shook her long blonde hair from her shoulder. "You always lose your clothes. You never could shoot pool and you know it."
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Sharon was beginning to think her friend wasn't going to meet her. She had been sitting at the bar for over an hour, having gotten there more than 30 minutes early. While she was waiting, she had a couple of drinks and had been flirting a little with some of the guys in the bar. Not really flirting so much as striking a pose now and then to make sure they could get a peek of a nipple here and her ass there.
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Behind closed doors, lots of guys enjoy sharing their wives/girlfriends. As a single white American, I'd been fairly lucky in my years living in Japan. I met quite a few Japanese as well as foreign couples who have included me in sexual get-togethers. I'm definitely not a male model, just a regular schmo. But I was always gracious, polite and charming. I made it a rule to always be respectful and reliable.
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