Most everybody gets Christmas gifts. Every now and then we even get one we like or can use. But most of the time we couldn't remember what we got last year if our lives depended on it.
John and Cheryl had this same problem. They met in college and were now boyfriend and girlfriend living together in sin. Lots of sin. But at 25 and 24, respectively, they were already seeing their relationship begin to show signs of the "old married couple" routine.
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I am Frank Stokes, 64 years old, retired from an executive position in a large corporation. My wife of 35 years passed away 3 years ago.
I live in Brentwood, a golfing community, in the Atlanta area. There are three 18 hole golf courses. One easy course, one a little more difficult and the third, for experts, more difficult. Lots of sand traps, water and longer. I play the middle course.
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Driving back from the book store I couldn't help but grin at the events of the last couple of days. I'd had a threesome in a clothing store changing room with a clerk and my wife, then I'd just got done making passionate love in the back of my SUV parked in the parking lot of my favorite book store to a pretty young pregnant woman whose name I didn't know.
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My husband and I had talked many times about becoming involved in what was ostensibly a swapping party and long had I resisted. Don't misunderstand me, I am no prude and it's many a woman's fancy to be taken by two men at the same time. It was just a matter of summoning up the courage to go for it, and although a little apprehensive, I was nevertheless excited, this night was to be our first foray into the swinging scene.
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The engine noise from the coastguard launch woke Mike. Recollections of his vivid dream lingered in his still drowsy mind.
"God that was so sexy. Two beautiful women and four great bonks," he smiled.
Then he realized that there were two warm bodies cuddled into him and that it hadn't been a dream. Simone was asleep and facing him, her arms around his neck and Sarah, in a spoon position behind him had her right hand clasped around his penis. As his mind became alert, so did his penis and it shot up to a hard erection.
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After mine and Naomi's first threesome, a chance encounter involving her boss that I detailed in 'Naomi's First Threesome', and before we discovered swingers parties, we'd wondered for months how to repeat the experience.
For a while, we looked at trying to set up another threesome and among the options we'd discussed was trying to seduce a teenage female co-worker of Naomi's.
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Nicole hated the treadmill, but it was a necessary evil - she was proud of how her body had changed over the last few months - thighs and butt now toned and firm, stomach flat; it was worth the effort. As she ran, she tried to zone out, letting the music from her iPod fill her brain, displacing the messages from her aching knees and bursting lungs. She would have closed her eyes were it not for the fact that she'd seen someone fall off this thing only the other day, and also that there was something interesting to watch in the mirror as she worked.....
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Jefferson Sloan sat in his rocker and watched the girls walk down the street. School had just let out and they would be walking by for a while. The powerful telescopic lens brought them up close. They were as cute as they could be. They could not see him nor could anyone else. He loved to watch the little teens walk by. "Where were all the beautiful girls when I grew up." he wondered.
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HER
It's our three year anniversary but you're away for work so I've flown overseas to be with you. I've just finished slipping in to my silky short red dress when I hear a knock at the door. I've organized for us to go out for dinner so I peep through the eye hole to get a quick glance at what you're wearing. You look so incredibly sexy. You're wearing charcoal shoes, a pair of nice black dress pants, white striped shirt and holding a single red rose.
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"Bad news."
I looked up from the chart I was perusing. "Never a good thing to say in a medical clinic," I replied.
Sally, my administrative manager, grimaced. "Sorry, but true nevertheless. We overscheduled today."
I set the chart on the counter I was leaning on and groaned. "Let me guess. My turn?" She nodded in sympathy.
It didn't happen often, but occasionally, too many nurses would be scheduled for a shift. We took turns on who went home (without pay), and I knew I was next up.
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