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Hot Wife

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I was sitting here thinking just how lucky I am. First of all, I am married to the most wonderful man on this earth. Now I know all women should feel like that their first few years of marriage. I feel that this feeling will never go away. You see, Bobby is two years older than I am and he is great. I knew him all through high school, and when he joined the Air Force, we kept in touch. I dated almost every night and the month after I graduated, Bobby came home on a 30-day leave. Well, I won’t bore you, so I’ll just say that at the end of those 30 days, I was married, and off to Texas I went with him to his new base.

I remember that wonderful day I got married, I was 18 and Bobby had just turned 20 a couple months earlier. To say that we were a young married couple is an understatement. Yes, I was a virgin my wedding night. I decided very young to remain a virgin no matter what and I did just that. Bobby had tried, as did many other boys, to persuade me otherwise, but I was always pretty good about knowing how to cool them off. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am no prude, I was just good at keeping my virginity intact.

Now Bobby works on an air tanker; it is one of those great big planes that refuel other planes in the air. Therefore, with this kind of work there were times that Bobby would leave for work at 7 in the morning and not get back until 4-5 days later. The biggest problem for us both was he never knew until he arrived at work what his day or days were going to be. In addition, once he did know, he was not allowed to let me know.

Trust has always been big in my life as it has been in his. I know that when Bobby is flying and if he has to stay over night some place in the world, he is always thinking of me as I do him. I don’t worry about him going into towns and messing with the bar girls and he knows I am home watching TV or reading or sleeping or just doing nothing until he returns. Now, when he does get home, we always kiss and make love the minute he walks in the door. No matter if he has been gone just a few hours or several days.

You see, while I was a virgin on our wedding night, I knew I would love sex because of the way I felt about it prior to that wonderful night. Bobby is just like me; well, maybe a little more into sex than I am. I say that because he has so many sex books he reads on his flights. You see, in his job he is in the plane for hours on end so he keeps his mind busy reading those dirty pocket books. He has been collecting them ever since he went into the service, so here at the apartment he has this footlocker crammed packed with them.

Since I just sit here doing nothing, I began reading them and they all are very explicit in their story lines. So by the time Bobby gets home I am going crazy with my pent-up lust. Oh, sure, I masturbated a whole lot reading them, but masturbating never will take the place of making love. And after about six months of a steady diet of those sex books, (I have to tell you some of those books are downright filthy!) I began thinking of sex in a whole new light.

Now, I am telling you all this so you have a better understanding of where I am coming from (so to speak) We are getting along just fine on Bobby’s pay; our rent is low, and we stay at home (when he is home) and when he is gone, well, I stay at home. That has brought a big change in both of our lives. Two nights ago, after we made love for a good hour, we began to just talk. Bobby feels bad because his job is always taking him away from me and I end up staying in the apartment alone. I also had been thinking about that same thing, and I asked him how he would feel if I got a job to help me pass the time while he was gone.
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Nice Day At Work

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The rain had started and business was slowing down as we headed into our off-season. I was scribbling notes in the personnel file, trying to figure out how to avoid big staff cuts through the winter. I knew some hours had to be slashed, but I always hated doing it. I must have looked to be in a sour mood, because the whole staff avoided contact with me other than the routine hellos and brief exchanges needed to run things. I rolled my chair away from the desk, trying to unjam my brain, and looked out the window at the will call counter

She had worked for us for 4 summers – ever since her junior year of high school. She was a cute kid then, but was just now starting to lose that teen baby face. In its place, she was beginning to take on the look of a strikingly beautiful woman. She let her auburn hair grow a little longer than usual this year, just a few inches past her shoulders, and when she was close by I could smell the lightly sweet fragrance of that soft hair every time she brushed it with her fingers or turned her head. Despite my strict rule against personal relationships with anyone at work, I had quite a crush on her. I was cautious to be professional in her presence trying to avoid being obvious, or create the impression that she was given any preferential treatment.

I never thought she would stay with us for so long, but I was glad she did. She was smart, friendly and customers liked her. She had just returned from a trip to Vegas with her fiance for her belated 21st birthday and I found myself taking more and more chances sneaking glances at her gorgeous body. Being a fan of a curvy backside, she was a constant reminder of what a perfect womanly ass looks like. I recalled pieces of a conversation I overheard between her and another female co-worker as they shared stories of what their respective boyfriends did (and didn’t) do for them sexually. My mind drifted back to it lazily.

“Great!”, I thought to myself, “On top of everything else – now I’m horny as hell.” I gathered myself and made my way back to the desk. If there wasn’t the sound of people talking in the break room and hallway nearby, I probably would have locked my door and given myself a quick jerk to relieve the tension. I cursed my own open-door policy and tried to get back to the pile of to-dos on the desk. It took awhile, but I got back into my work groove and managed to be productive the rest of the afternoon.

I hadn’t looked at the clock for quite some time – apparently a few hours – and was surprised to hear myself saying my daily “goodbyes” to the night staff as they left. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head when I caught a familiar scent.

“Boss?” said a low voice, startling me from my stretch. I looked over to the doorway and she was standing there leaned against the jamb with her hands in front of her – twisting and fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Can I talk to you a sec?”
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The Masseur

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Jason worked as a masseur. Even after all this time, he still enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere of the spa, the soft music, the aroma of incense and oils. Most of all, he enjoyed the pleasure his touch could bring to another. He’d learned to play piano as a child and the act of touching another person’s body with his strong, nimble hands reminded him of playing a challenging piece. You played with a gentle touch here, a little pressure there, until your client became your instrument and her sighs and moans your symphony

Jason especially looked forward to Wednesday mornings. That was when Alexis Carter sought relief from muscles strained during her hard fought tennis matches. Tan and supple, he guessed her to be in her early thirties. She was a tall, dark haired beauty with high flaring cheek bones, wide-set brown eyes and long, muscular limbs. A self-assured and well-known real estate agent, she was divorced and had a reputation for running with a fast crowd.

Jason was standing at the counter when Alexis pulled up in her BMW convertible. He watched as she exited the car and strode across the parking lot. She wore a hot pink top and matching skirt that ended several inches above her knees. When she bent over to tie her shoe, Jason waited for the glint of pink panties underneath. Yes, there it was.

“He-ey,” Alexis sang out, stretching the word into two syllables. “It’s my favorite masseur.” Although she gave Jason her usual brilliant smile and peck on the cheek, her carefree demeanor seemed to mask some inner turmoil this morning. Perhaps the tone of her voice was a little flat, her kiss somewhat perfunctory. It was hard to say.

“Hi there,” Jason beamed in return. “Come on in.”

Jason had acquired Alexis as a referral from another client, Leslie, a compact blonde that reminded him of the high school cheerleaders he’d lusted after in high school. She and Alexis had met and become friends in an aerobics class while Alexis was going through her divorce.

“You’ve got to do this,” Leslie had gushed to Alexis at a neighborhood barbecue. “This man has the most amazing hands.”

Alexis had smiled wickedly. “Well, I look forward to finding out.”
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Would Never Have Believed It

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It was a typical Monday morning, or so I thought. I was at my desk at about 9:30 when my boss walked over and said she needed to see me in her office immediately. She quickly turned and headed back toward her office.

I had kind of a thing for my boss since she had joined the company a few months ago. She really wasn’t what most guys would consider “hot”. She wasn’t killer- beautiful, but she was cute. She didn’t have a smoking- hot body; she was a little curvy but rarely wore clothes that “did” anything for her, like low-cut tops or tight skirts. She had kind of a librarian thing going, I guess; she dressed very plainly, wore geeky glasses, had normal brown hair usually worn in an unassuming “up do”, I’m sure you know the type.

Simply put, you probably wouldn’t notice her in a group of people, like at a party; that is, if she ever went to a party. I didn’t recall that she had ever attended an after-work thing whenever one was organized in our department. We had something to celebrate or observe every couple of weeks and would usually just meet up in the bar in the lobby of our building, so it wasn’t like she had to go out of her way or anything. She just seemed… boring? uninterested? I dunno honestly.

But, there was something I found alluring about her, something intangible. She did wear some kind of perfume that could make my cock hard instantly! So that might have been it. Seriously, I don’t like most perfumes at all. What she wears is very faint, very soft, hard to categorize, kinda like her. It’s not floral, it’s not musky, it’s just… stunningly attractive.

The first time I got close enough to smell it on her was at her first day with the company, and my cock got hard right away. It really shocked me, had never happened before in my life. We were in a group meeting and luckily I was wearing relatively loose-fitting pants. That would have made a hell of a first impression. I probably would have been cited for inappropriate sexual conduct or something, I’m sure!

I jumped up from my desk and found myself trailing closely behind her, taking in her perfume’s scent. I could have walked behind her for miles if I had to.

I followed her into her office, and she closed the door behind me. “Please, sit,” she said. There was nothing out of the ordinary with our interactions to that point, nothing that stood out to let me know something was wrong.

She looked very uncomfortable sitting at her desk, and it was a few moments before she composed herself to speak. I was starting to get a little worried. Finally, she picked up a stack of printouts from her desk and handed them across to me. They were highlighted and it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at.

“Recognize any of those websites, Tim?” she asked me.
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Alexis Makes An Office Visit

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Monday was a bright, sunny spring day. Pink and red and lavender flowers bloomed in the back of my office, as bloomed the love in my heart. My secretary was leaving early and this afternoon Alexis was coming to visit me at my office. I am in love with her. The sexual tension between us had been building all day. It started with a “Good Morning” e-mail from “Nancy” saying how much she wanted to see me. Alexis calls her pussy, “Nancy”. Alexis assured me that she was leaving as quickly after work as was possible. In response, I e-mailed her back telling her to take off her panties before she left work and instructed her to drive to my office with her skirt up to her waist, making sure her pussy was fully exposed. I also told her that under no circumstances was she to play with herself while driving to meet me at my office.

As usual, I was nervous. I expected her at any minute. I am always nervous before I see her. There is no rational reason for this, but I get butterflies in my stomach until I see her walking down the pathway to my back door. As she does, my heart leaps. I know she can barely see me because of the reflection in the window, but she knows that I am there. I see her smile.

She was wearing a light cotton skirt and, of course, sandals. She was also wearing a sleeveless turtleneck top that accentuated her thin waist and magnificent breasts. They are proud, firm and full, a true D cup. Her long wavy blond hair was in a ponytail that swung behind her head as she walked toward me. She often wears a ponytail when she visits me so that her hair doesn’t get in the way when she takes my cock into her mouth. She also wore her glasses; I think they make her look young and innocent. She was cute, adorable and very sexy.

I should point out that Alexis is only 24 years old and single; I am in my mid–fifties and married forever to a woman who is only interested in sex when she is drunk. Divorce was never an issue because my wife and I share very complex social, financial and family backgrounds. Actually, we get along very well most of the time.

Alexis is also a virgin. She has a serious young boyfriend her own age who she anticipates will propose to her one day. He is a skinny and very serious dork who thinks it is critical for both of them to be virgins when married. I rue that day as it will be the end of my affair with her.
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Furnace Room Fun

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We had just finished an emergency call (I’m an EMT), and it was about 3:30am when we returned to base. “We” was my partner, our “ride-along”, and myself. My partner decided to go to bed as he was tired, but the ride-along (we’ll call her Monica, a 18 year old nursing student) and I were still riding the adrenaline rush of the call and decided to stay up and watch TV. We get HBO (great place to work eh?), and the movie Poison Ivy 2 was on; it wasn’t all that good, but there was quite a bit of sex, so it was good.

Monica and I had been flirting each time she went on calls with us, and tonight was no exception. I looked over at her and noticed her left hand was discreetly stroking the front of her pants! It was such a turn on to know she was as turned on as I was! I got up and walked over, and she pretended that she wasn’t doing anything. I dropped down on my knees in front of her and stared into her eyes. “Keep watching the show,” I told her as I undid her pants. She was shocked but offered no resistance as I slid her pants and panties down enough to access her sex. I lent down and teased her with my nose and tongue, exploring her thighs and pubic hair.

I could smell her scent and it drove me wild! I had just started to part her lips with my tongue when we heard my partner in the next room walking towards us! I pulled away and sat on the floor, and she threw a blanket over her lap. He stuck his head in long enough to tell us to turn the TV down, and then went back to bed. When I turned back to her she had already slipped to the floor, pants around her ankles. We embraced passionately, kissing like each of us held the last breath of oxygen in the world. I knew we would probably be caught if we continued here, so I pulled her to her feet and quickly got her dressed, then told her to follow me.
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First Black For My Wife

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I felt like someone had just kicked me in the balls. Thats how I felt when my wife told me that she had “gone out with another guy”. We had been married for about seven years ( talk about the itch ) and I thought our marriage was pretty good. My wife is 5’8″ 120lbs brown hair blue eyes with a pretty nice figure……small but firm tits. At first I wanted to get my hands on the bastard I was so fired up so I asked her…..who was it? I must admit I was pretty intrigued about my wife fucking some other guy so the emotions were flying. She mentioned it was “MIKE”. I knew a few guys named Mike but she said “NO” to each one I named. Then the bomb really dropped………it was a black guy that had been after her white pussy for a few weeks. After the shock……..arousal set in and I asked her for some details. Here is what she related:

Mike had been coming into a store that she worked at in the downtown section of town. He was a polite dark skinned Jamaican fellow who was very friendly. As time wore on the conversations became a little more sexual. One time Mike came into the store with a pair of sweatpants on and said to Sandy ” Look what you do to me” and pointed to his genitals. Sandy indicated that his cock was visible running up his sweat pants and bent to the right for what must have been a good 9 inches. My wife just played off the suggestion but her pussy was getting wet thinking about Mike huge cock.

Many suggestions went on and during that time Sandy was making comments to me that she was becoming afraid to work there but never told me specifically why (probably figured it was the only thing that could keep her from getting fucked by that black stud because she knew she couldn’t help herself) but I told her should anything happen to let me know and I would be right down. At this point I knew nothing about her and her new friend.
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The Student The Counselor and the Librarian

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It had been a bad evening. Dinner with Brad and the worst argument of their relationship. A really bad evening. Bad enough to make Lisa think she should swear off boys! When Lisa arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Joan was quick to track her down before her first class started.

“Lisa, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?” Joan asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Joan’s guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Joan closed the door behind her, without locking it.

“How did it go?” the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice.

“Stop worrying, Joan.” Lisa answered, “The tests were negative. See, I knew there’d be no problem.”

“When you’re eighteen, that’s an easy assumption to make.” was all Joan could reply.

“Besides, ” Lisa said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, “I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there.”

“Really?” said Joan, settling back into her chair behind the desk. “And all for free? That’s one nice doctor. I ought to go to him.”

“Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!”
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Black Army Wife

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Being from a poor black family, after I finished college, I had to do four years in the Army to pay back what my ROTC scholarship didn’t cover. . I was commissioned a second lieutenant and assigned as a platoon leader in an infantry company. I had married LaShonda while in college and I lucked out managing to get a small married-officer quarters on the base where I was stationed.

Things were pretty tough and money was tight. One night our commanding officer, Colonel Rose, treated all the junior officers to drinks at the ‘O’ club. Rose turned out to be quite a drinker and was soon blitzed. I offered to drive him back to his quarters so he wouldn’t get busted by the MPs and he accepted.

I have to admit I was kissing his ass a little, but you have to do such things to get ahead in the army today, especially when you’re black-it’s still a white man’s army.

En route home I thought I’d stop at my place and introduce Rose to LaShonda. I had this vision that my wife and Rose’s wife would soon meet and become friends, which wouldn’t be bad for my career, either. I thought my hospitality would do no harm to my career prospects and I knew that LaShonda wouldn’t mind.

Colonel Rose is about 38. He’s a very big, imposing man about six feet three and probably around 300 pounds. He is white and played football at West Point. He always seemed aloof to the junior officers but I figured this was just the way Colonels had to act.

I drove Rose back in my old car to find that LaShonda was still out clubbing with her friends. I offered Colonel Rose a tumbler of scotch and sat in the living room chatting with him. It seemed strange seeing him in such a relaxed mood, as he was always so stern when on duty. We sank a couple more scotches and then LaShonda got back.

She is usually shy, had obviously had had a lot to drink and was very giggly and talkative when she staggered into the room. I thought, “Oh God! Don’t let her do anything to embarrass me now!”

At first she was taken aback by the unexpected surprise of Colonel Rose, but she soon broke the ice by saying, “Just what I need… two lovely men!” I could see Colonel Rose’s face light up immediately. Sensing that LaShonda was probably more than a little drunk I suggested quietly to Rose that, perhaps, I should take him back to his quarters now.
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Cut and Blow

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“You look very nice today.”

“Why, thank you,” the hairdresser replied crisply. “In about fifteen minutes, if you allow me to finish, then so might you.”

He suppressed a grin and caught the eye of a passing assistant. Around twenty, short blonde hair, tits out to here and legs to die for. Not that he was looking.

“Hi, have we met?” he flashed a smile. “Guy Pearson.”

The girl simpered a little, and blushed shyly. “Pleased to meet you, Mr Pearson.”

“You’ve met him, Annette,” Cynthia ushered her away. “He comes once a month.”

“And on holidays,” Guy added.

“Oh, right, I just, I mean, you know, I was being polite.”

“Well, get back to whatever you were doing. And you, Mr Pearson,” she leaned over Guy to block his view of Annette’s departing rear, “should be ashamed. That girl could be your daughter.”

“Impossible, she has blue eyes.”

“It says something, I suppose, that you noticed.”

“And also great tits.” He shook his head wistfully. “All the women in my family are flat-chested.”
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