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Wendy and I are both in our late twenties. She’s 5′6, 110 lbs., 34c, light blue eyes, and a natural redhead. Wendy has these beautiful soft thick lips… just perfect for blowjobs. Being a Natural redhead, her pubic hair is red and very soft. We’ve been together about 4 years, married a little over 2 years. She’s had a few boyfriends before me, but I could tell she was very inexperienced Sexually speaking. Wendy is a very modest woman.

She wears a one-piece bathing suit in public. I’ve tried to get her to dress and act sexy in public, but she won’t. I’ve even tried getting her drunk and having my way with her on a secluded beach without any luck. However, when I get her in the mood at home she’ll do anything to climax. She’ll get this look in her eye that says “please take what you want… just let me cum.” I love to hold off bringing her to a climax just to tease her. She’ll start moaning and promising her body to me anyway I want it, just let her cum. She loves my fantasy stories about her and other men. These stories always get her excited and she can always climax during them.

About 3 months ago I planned a bachelor party for my best friend, Michael. Wendy was to order the food and hire a “nice-family-type” stripper. The day of the party, Wendy picked up the food and cleaned the house. The guys started arriving around 7pm and the things began to get loud and rowdy. Wendy was upstairs getting ready for a night with the girls when the phone rang. She came down stairs and called me over.
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I was recently married to the loveliest 18 year old girl you could ever wish to meet. Our Honeymoon was one weeks cruise and one weeks stay at a holiday resort. On the cruise we had become friendly with a middle-aged couple. The wife was very friendly (they both were) but I suspected that the guy was lusting after my bride.

My wife would hear nothing said against them and readily accepted their invite to visit them as their home was only a couple of miles from our holiday hotel. We enjoyed a few days alone at the hotel and then it was time for the proposed visit. The couple phoned us at the hotel and said that they where sorry that they had got their dates mixed up and where going to a party, so wouldn’t be at home but we where quite welcome to go with them to the party and they knew that their friends would love to meet us. My wife was as pleased as punch, to be going to a party and to meet new people.

We met up with the couple and they drove us to the lovely big house of their friends. We were made very welcome and introduced to lots of people. It did seem a bit odd that most of the guests were male. I mentioned this and was told that it was because they were mostly business associates.

We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn’t realise or didn’t care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride.
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It was great, this relationship. But, at times something seemed to be lacking.

Emma had been seeing Dwayne for some time. She wasn’t quite sure how long for when complacent, the simple things like time are ignored. It was an ordinary relationship, begun in passion and settled in comfort. But this is what they wanted. At least, neither complained about the routine, but that maybe due to not knowing better…

Emma made a friend at work, Michael. At first, they said hello politely. Then small conversations told who? what? and where? of each other’s lives. The friendship grew and so did the conversations. They talked about relationships, past and present. Philosophy, sports and the ugly hairdo of the secretary spanned the topics. Neither remembered the transition from polite coworkers to detailed confidants.

Inevitably, sex became the topic of choice. Each one expressed their desires and fantasies. They talked frankly about past lovers. Michael told stories of drunken hook ups and flagrent sexual encounters. He was experienced, about 30 lovers with folds-more hookups. He could not remember most of their names but could describe each of the acts in vivid detail. One, he said, liked it rough, so he gnawed on her tits, bit on her clit, and fucked her harder than a train wreck. Yet, she was not satisfied. The stories poured out of Michael to the thirsty Emma.
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When Diana returned from the gym, she called out a greeting and dashed upstairs to change. I sat down and bided my time, waiting patiently on the hunter green sofa in our family room. The bouts of rhythmic flexion Diana regularly forced her lean muscles to endure sometimes sparked the fires of her always smouldering physical desires. I smiled, a little anxious, slightly pensive, wondering if I could manage to get burned. I counted on the fact that Diana liked the release of a good romp after tensing up for her daily work out. The outside chance made it worth my while to sit patiently for a bit, anyway.

I envisioned her as I waited, teasing myself. Diana’s not a tall woman, a full head shorter than me at least but because her body is so lithe and well proportioned and because she literally bounces through life, vibrant and energetic, Diana seems tall. Her eyes shine a vivid blue with a piercing and engaging gaze, refusing defiantly to shy away from even the most provocative stares, hungry glances she all-too-often compels in the lucky men who witness her approach. In a way, I think Diana’s delicate features bear lasting tribute to the regal beauty of continental aristocracy, undeniably pretty, radiant with her constant sense of delight. I have often said that Diana bears a strong resemblance to the portrait of the Princess Anne of Austria just before she married Louis of France. They both have this engaging look in their eyes.
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The girl with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. Her small firm breasts were the same golden color as the rest of her skin, with the aureole a darker chocolate brown. All that she had left now was a pair of small, white cotton panties.

While he looked admiringly at the breasts just revealed, caressing their curves with his eyes, the black girl to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later…

It was late at night, he had just been about to leave the party when the four girls had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys having left already. After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the girls, none of whom looked more than twenty or so, a year or two younger than he was, a tall blonde asked him if he wanted to play strip poker with them.

He hesitated briefly, wondering what they were up to. Apart from the hostess, a petite brunette named Miriam, with long, curly hair and large breasts, he didn’t know any of the girls. They all appeared fairly drunk, and in a mood for mischief. But the blonde, seeing his hesitation, stepped closer, and, putting her arms around him, promised him a real interesting game. He could fell her pointed breasts rubbing against his chest, and, controlled by the immediate reaction between his legs, he heard himself say yes.
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[ story by Wife Watcher (wifwat@excite.com) ]

My wife Beth confided in me one of her favourite fantasies. To be held down and ravished, preferably by a big black man. She emphasised that it was only a fantasy as she wouldn’t want to have intercourse with anyone other than myself under any circumstances.

‘Maybe you would like to act out something along those lines.’

‘If it was acting it wouldn’t work,’ she replied.

I went on to suggest. ‘Why not have a real scenario where you would be really forced but it would be prearranged that the limits were feeling and sucking your breasts and maybe finger fucking you.’

She brightened up at that suggestion; I could see that I made a good suggestion.

‘But how could we guarantee that the man would stop at that?’ she asked.

‘You did say you wanted it to be a black man.’

‘Well it doesn’t have to be but it would be more exciting if it was.’

‘I have this friend at work, Dave, he’s well over 6ft tall and really looks threatening but actually he is a very nice guy. Maybe I could ask him if he would like to help out.’

‘Do you think he would? But how about afterwards, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to go on working with him?’

‘No! We often have discussions about sex and I know he is open minded.’

‘Oh you do, do you!’ She said with a mischievous grin.
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Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn’t interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, “Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it’s gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!” Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud. The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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“Hi, Mrs. Cameron,” Jason said while entering the foyer of the Cameron house, “is Zoey home from college yet?” “She’s up in her room with Sky,” Julie Cameron replied, “she said to just send you up when you got here!” Thanks, Mrs. C,” he replied while taking off up the stairs to her room on the second floor! “Knock first,” Julie Cameron yelled after him, “I thought I could hear a lot of moaning and groaning coming from up there, “don’t barge in on them, okay?” “Sure thing,” he yelled back, “I’ll knock first, don’t worry!” Jason stood outside of Zoey’s room at the far end of the hall, and just as her mother had predicted there was indeed a lot of noise coming from behind the door, so after looking around to make sure no one else was around, he silently pushed it open just enough to peek inside! “Oh god, I missed this,” Zoey sighed while Sky gently lapped at her blonde pussy, “you have the softest tongue of anyone I know, and the most talented too!” That was Jason’s cue to go inside, and in a half hurt voice he offered, “And to think I thought you liked my tongue the best!”
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“Brit, wait up!” Hannah shouted from half a block down the street. Hannah stopped in her tracks and waited a little impatiently for her best friend. “I’m sorry I was late!” Hannah puffed while pulling along side Brittany. “But if you saw what I just saw you’d be late too!” “Okay,” Brit replied with a shake of her head. “I’ll bite, what did you just see!?!” With her breathing returning to normal Hannah answered in a whispered tone, “I just saw Ben Sutherland in the raw!” Brit actually stopped in her tracks as that set in before asking, “How, how in the heck did you do that?!?” “Welllllll,” Hannah replied slowly. “You know how I’ve been helping Mrs. Freeman with her last period gym class?” Brit nodded while answering, “Yeah, you told me something about, so what?” “Well, in last week’s game Ben sprained his ankle and was in the training room sitting in the whirlpool,” she went on. “The boy’s locker room was supposed to be empty and Mrs. Freeman sent me over to get some extra basketballs!” “It was dark except for the light in the training room, and I thought someone had just left it on by mistake so I went down to shut it off!” “Then just as I stepped into the doorway Ben stood up and I saw everything!”

“Jesus, did he see you?!?” Brit asked. “Nope, I ducked back around the corner,” she replied quickly. “So tell me, how did he look?!?” Brit asked. “Whattya mean?!? Hannah asked slyly. “You know what I mean!” Brit giggled. “Was is it as big as they say it was?!?” “Ohhhhh, that,” Hannah replied, “I didn’t even notice.” “Didn’t notice!” Brittany practically shouted. “Welllllll, maybe I did get a little peek!” Hannah giggled. Aaaaaand!?!” Brit asked. “It looked like a black snake hanging down from his crotch!” Hannah whispered hoarsely. “Wow!” Brittany replied in awe. “I wish I could have been there, you get all the luck!” “Do you really wanna see it?!?” Hannah asked huskily. “And how!” her friend shot back. “Okay, meet me tonight at the library!” she ordered. “I’ve got a plan!”
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She paddled slowly across the large pool and slid silently next to a beautiful Japanese girl and introduced herself, “Hello, my name’s Delilah, but everyone calls me Dee, I’m pretty new here, and just wondered if you could tell me exactly where we are!?!” The pretty young Asian turned to her and with incredibly sad eyes replied softly, “I’m not sure of the country, but I think we’re in the Middle East, and by the way, my name is Midori, it’s nice to meet you!” “Why are we here,” Dee asked urgently, “the last thing that I remember was walking down a bazaar in Lagos, and then nothing, until I woke up in a little room with no windows, I don’t even know what day it is, and why is everyone naked, where are our clothes!?!” Midori put her arm around the shoulder of the young American and said, “It’s a long story, but I guess we both have the time!

“I’ve been here about two years now,” the young woman related, “I was taken right off of a street in Paris where I was vacationing with some college chums from back home, it was the same for me as it was for you, all at once you are here and don’t remember anything about it!” “Why is everyone naked,” Dee asked again!?! “I’ll get to that in a moment,” Midori replied, “but the why we are here is the most important thing, and it begins with the fact that we are young and pretty, and not of Middle Eastern descent!” “Why would anyone care about that,” Dee asked softly?!? “Because men of the Middle East favor western women as their concubines,” she went on, “and while some of us may well perform those duties willingly, it is easier for someone of great means to just take us and keep us as his own!” “Y-you mean were sex slaves,” Dee replied in an unsteady voice, “my god, this is almost the twenty first century, they can’t do that to us!” “I know it is hard to comprehend,” she continued, “but no one knows where we are and would have no idea where to start looking, so we try to make the best of it!” “I’ll kill myself before I let someone rape me,” Dee said defiantly, “if they want to do me when I’m dead, well then be my guest!” The young Asian shook her head from side to side and exclaimed, “I felt the same as you when I first arrived here, but they put things in your food and give you shots to make you not care anymore,” and then with her head hung low she whispered, “and to make sure that you are always sexually aroused and ready to perform at a moments notice!”
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