30.01.2020
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To find the full background leading up to this story readers should read "The Dinner Dance" -- my previous submission. Otherwise a brief summary is as follows:
Geoff, my husband, is now completely impotent as a result of an accident he had some time ago, and so his one wish in life is to see me happy. In order to achieve this he almost encourages me to have a good time, and makes no objections to my having other men friends if necessary just so long as I remain medically aware.
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16.01.2020
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My eyes popped open as I heard the sound of a key working its way into the lock of my front door. I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before glancing over at the clock on the wall.
"2:52," I muttered, slightly frustrated.
I had expected Ashley to come home hours ago, and had apparently dozed off while waiting up for her to return.
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17.12.2019
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Angelica Bowman looked around for her boyfriend, Stewart. She couldn't find him anywhere in the large, sprawling mansion. She wanted to have fun at her company Christmas party, but that wouldn't exactly be easy without her boyfriend to reassure her. She had only been with Markham Industries for a few months and she didn't know most of her co-workers very well. She liked the people she did know, but Angelica tended to keep to herself.
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15.11.2019
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My girlfriend, Trinh, and I have been together for a little over two years now. We met and started dating during our sophomore year in college; we took each other's virginity a few months into the relationship. While the logistics of having sex with Trinh hasn't always been easy -- we don't live together and each of us has roommates -- the sex itself has usually been satisfying, at least I think so, and Trinh seems to think so, too, from what I can tell.
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23.10.2019
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I took a big gulp of water from the wet plastic bottle, and set it back down in the cup holder of my lawn chair. The hot sun was beating down, slowly cooking my legs and bare chest, and the sound of quiet voices passing by was lulling me to sleep.
"You look awfully cute in that straw hat Bobby," a familiar female voice said.
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01.10.2019
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I mostly cruised the personals because that's how I got my kicks. If I was feeling sexually frustrated, I would leverage the vast power of the internet for the grist that kept the wheels of my libido turning. Still images, movies, erotica, text; it was all there and in every niche.
Like all solitary perverts, I fantasized about having a partner who would fulfill my personal needs. But I was a miserable romantic partner and realized, at my core, I was a lone degenerate.
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04.09.2019
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Wow, so it was really going to be real. My husband Ted had finally gotten that job in California. We were moving out west; in three weeks we would be out of the apartment and out of New York City, driving a Ryder truck across the country, on our way to a whole new life.
It still didn't seem quite real. And yet there was so much to take care of, so many loose ends to wrap up.
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26.08.2019
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My name is Sharon and I'm 31. I'll be 32 in just under a month. My husband's name is Dave and he's a year older than me. His birthday and my birthday are just two days apart. We have been married for 3 1/2 years and currently do not have any children. Our sex life was pretty good before, having sex quite often. But like so many others, it became routine, and although I usually always had an orgasm, it just wasn't as exciting as it had been.
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07.07.2019
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I ran into Deb and Stan by chance on a business network site. I had worked with Deb at a company years ago. I left the company while she had stayed. We stayed in touch for a while and right after she met and married Stan we drifted apart.
Actually Stan reached out to me through the biz site asking me if I still did some work that he was in need of. We met and began a small business relationship. Eventually, the four of us went out to dinner.
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14.06.2019
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It started with a simple question.
"What does swinging mean?" I asked.
I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt.
My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.
"What?" he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page.
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