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I get this same urge every Saturday afternoon. Sometimes, I can’t even wait ’til dark to go out, the inescapable urge to dress up in my hot lingerie is just too strong. The feel of my smooth, freshly shaven body after my bubble bath makes me dizzy with desire. Once I’m all dolled up, I know the urge will be so strong, I’ll be swooning with lust.I slip on my black and white bra and thong pantie set, the one with black fabric and white lace embroidery that I like so much. Then comes my black thigh-high stockings up over my sexy smooth legs. My five-inch black high heel pumps, with hot decorative gold spikes all over the back half, are the ultimate in ‘fuck me’ heels, as far as I’m concerned.It’s still too early to go out, so I get on the computer and visit this raunchy chat room I like. It’s not long before I’ve got a few admirers watching me on my webcam, deep-throating my eight-inch dildo, which I’ve affectionately named, ‘Elvis’. I’ve already prepared myself for anal, so I easily slide Elvis into my sissy-hole, then go back to sucking on it, to the amazement of my perverted viewers.But as I ass-to-mouth myself in front of my perverted computer fans, I know this isn’t gonna get it. Elvis can’t fulfill my need like he does on weeknights. No, it’s the weekend, and I need to suck a real cock. Once the thought enters my mind, I’m totally locked in. No matter how much I try to distract myself with porn and self-play, I know my lust for a hard cock won’t let me last until it gets dark.I know it’s still early, but I must go get a hard cock in my mouth, and I know where I can always get it… at the local porn shop’s video booths. I put on a pair of loose-fitting jeans over my sexy, stocking-clad legs, put on my sissy-coat over my bra, and walk out to my car with my high heels clicking on the sidewalk. I’m so horny right now, I don’t even care if anyone sees me wearing high heels in broad daylight.I’m feeling lucky when I find a parking space only a half-block from the porn shop. I make sure I click my heels on the hard floor to get attention as I walk in and buy my booth tokens from the attendant. I glance around and wink at a few guys taksim escort smiling at me as they look up from the magazines that make their cocks hard.On my way back to the booths, I stop at the soda machine and get myself a coke. I know from experience that it’s handy to have a drink to sip, in case I get some bitter-tasting cum and need to rinse out my mouth. That’s right, folks, not every guy’s cum tastes sweet and creamy, like you always read about in these kinds of stories.So I get to the booth area and take one of the two large corner booths. Once I strip off my jeans and take off my sissy-coat, I’m dressed to impress. I leave the door half-open, hoping for company as I load a few tokens into the machine and click through the movie selections. I’m looking for something hot, involving blowjobs and submissive-sissy type of scenes.I find a fetish flick with sissies tied up and getting spanked by a dominatrix, not exactly my favorite cup of tea. I’d rather see a strong Dom fucking the shit out of his tied-up submissives… but in a video booth, you take what you can get.Just then there’s a knock on my door and I turn to see dorky-looking dude smiling from ear to ear. “Hi there,” he says, and although he’s no ‘Don Juan’, I smile and say “hi” back, as he steps into where I’m sitting with my legs crossed. We both know the drill. He quickly unzips his pants and pulls his hard, under-average cock out, and points it up at my face.I’m not the least bit impressed, but hey, I’m horny as fuck, and a cock is a cock. So I immediately bend down to put it in my mouth. With me dressed as I am, there’s no mistaking who expects to be on their knees here. He has a leather cock ring around the base of his balls that looks kinda sexy as I’m taking him gently in and out of my wanting mouth.He sees the sissy flick playing on the video screen and says “Oh… baby, that’s it… suck that cock, you little bitch. I see the movie you’re watching… you like that sissy-shit?””Hmmm… Ummm… Hummm…” I try to talk while sucking him.”Why don’t you let me take you someplace where I can fuck the shit out of your sissy-ass?” he tries to sound beşiktaş escort like my Master.The offer sounds inviting until stop to look up at him, and realize I’m sucking off a complete dork. No way he’s getting inside my ass tonight. “I’m just a Saturday-night sissy,” I say, “I’m only here to suck a few cocks.”He smiles a little disappointingly and presses the back of my head back onto his cock. Then he reaches down under my bra and starts pinching my flat, male nipples. Luckily, that must have really turned him on, because just as I’m getting over-annoyed, his load spews into my mouth.His taste is very pleasant, and I suck all the cum I can out of him until he goes soft in my mouth. He again presses me to run off to a motel with him. I have to deal with this shit every time I come down here to fulfill my need for male sperm. Like I do every time a jerk I don’t like wants to fuck me, and stand up and smile at him, face-to-face.”You wanna kiss me?” I say as I get close with his cum dripping down my chin.”Umm, no,” he stutters, “I don’t kiss sissies who eat cum.””Well then, I won’t fuck a guy who won’t kiss a sissy who’s just sucked him off.”He stands there dumbfounded until I tell him, “You got your cock sucked. Get out of here so another guy can have a turn.”I feel so hot now, with that dork out of my life, and a better-looking guy coming my way.As soon as he closes the door to the booth, I’m bent over with his nice cock in my mouth.He says he wants to sit, and I’m to not let his cock come out of my mouth. So as he sits down, I stumble and kneel at his feet, continuing to bob my head on his nice cock as he takes his coat off and sits down where I had been sitting.”Very good, slut,” he says with authority. “I see we are going to get along well here.”I like this guy, so I smile and continue sucking, then decide it’s time to start deep-throating him to impress him more. He moans loudly and says “Oh my God, you are a good little slut.”His calling me a slut only makes me hornier as I keep working on his cock. After a few minutes, as he’s enjoying my blowjob, he leans forward and starts feeling my nipples. He pinches them hard, and seeing that I’m liking it, he says, “So you like to be dominated?”Before I can answer, he stands up and pulls me up from my knees by my nipples. It hurts like hell, but it lets me know that this is my Dom for the night, and I’ll do anything he commands.He smiles and pulls me in to french kiss my mouth, while still controlling me with pinched nipples. I’m so impressed when his tongue enters my mouth, not seeming to mind that it’s still coated with cum from the dork I just sucked off. I kiss him back so passionately, even though I’m winching in pain.He pushes me back down and tells me to take both his cock and balls in my mouth, at the same time.”I wanna see you gag, bitch!”I’m used to deep-throating and having my whole mouth filled, but his large ball sack makes it impossible to stretch out my tongue. I try my hardest not to gag, but I just can’t fight it.At this point, he’s getting rough, gripping my head with a handful of hair on each side and yelling at me to get those balls in there too! After a minute of this, I can’t take it and start to throw up a little. Luckily, nothing really comes up other than spit.He seems satisfied that he made me vomit and says, “Yeah bitch! That’s what I wanted to see! Now stand up and rub your clitty. I wanna see you cum on my belly and cock!”I’m in a daze at this point, feeling woozy from being face-fucked and dry-vomiting. I slowly stand up before him and decide to give him a little dance, to buy a little time to catch my breath. I wiggle my ass at him while wiping the slobber from my now dripping face.I know he likes my ass. It’s always been very well received, because it’s nice and round without being fat at all. He feels me up as I wiggle it for him.”Hmm, you like my ass, Master? Would you like to be in it, sir?”He laughs and spanks me a few times before abruptly turning me around. “Oh, you bet I’m gonna get in that ass, but not yet. Now, do as I told you, bitch… cum on my cock and belly. Then you’re gonna lick it all clean.”Normally, I never like to cum when I’m servicing a man, but he’s my Dom at the moment, so I must do as he commands. The hot idea of licking it all off of him turns me on as I begin stroking my cock. I quickly get hard, and when he pinches and twists my sore nipples again, I get so hot that I’m feverishly jacking myself off.

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Married then divorced,Two children on their own.Grumpy crazy me,I guess now I’m full grown.Next in line,She’s a beauty so I’m told.It’s my marriage night again,My cock has gotten old.She’s mecidiyeköy escort looking up at me,I’m looking down at her.Her pussy is horny and wet,With şişli escort juices running down her fur.I reach out for a kiss,I am now on top.I am heavy and she is light,But she tells me not to stop.Our hearts are beating fast,Our bodies have become one.She says to put it in,She says let’s have some fun.So I reach down for my cock,Now where could it be?Am I having a senior moment?It’s nowhere that I can see.This moment has finally arrived,She’s waiting to be fucked.My cock has shriveled up,Another marriage that has sucked…

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For those who care, my name is Rick. I hated that name for most of my life, but as with many things, one deals with it. When I was a kid, I thought it sounded like a name for old men, and when I got to high school, I hated it primarily because my parents named me after my homophobic and despotic grandfather. I never really liked him till the day he died. He was the biggest reason I rebelled, even though I was too afraid to admit in front of him that I was gay, and I hated him for the way he talked about them.I suppose every family has its own, and in the nineties, it was not as easy to get accepted as it is today. Hell, I was worried most of my teenage years that if I told my parents, they’d tell him, and he would make them send me to one of those camps where they brainwash you or beat you into being straight. You know those good, nice Christians who love all God’s creations… Nothing against Christians in general, just those who think their Bible interpretations are more important than their children.So, when he died, I was nearly twenty-one, and on the day of my birthday, I gave my family the last chance to decide for themselves and told them I was gay. I will not go into detail about the worst day of my life, but as you can figure out, I moved out that day.On those rare occasions, I had the chance to speak with my sister; she informed me that no one was allowed to step into my room, that father acted as though his son was dead, and that mom sometimes cried and hoped her straight son would come home. My sister, in general, hated me for “ruining my family.” She said she didn’t care who I fucked, but she found the image repulsing. I replied that I found the idea of anyone sleeping with her repulsive, and those were probably the last words spoken between us until our parents’ funeral.They şişli escort died in a car accident about a decade later. They never wrote a will, so the lawyer informed me that I was entitled to the same part of the inheritance as my sister. She, of course, tried her best to cut me out, but after all the dirt she pulled, I decided not to leave her anything of mine. So, we sold the car, but she was adamant about keeping the house. She was living there and was planning to stay there after her wedding, which I, of course, wasn’t invited to. But, I allowed it, knowing she was too cheap to pay me for half of the market value and she would rather wait till I died. Still, I made it very clear that half of the house was mine, and I would one day come for it.Honestly, I was pissed, but in the end, I really couldn’t be bothered enough to spend my life energy on ruining hers… So, for four years, we lived in the same city without any contact, and I was okay with renting until I found someone worth having a mortgage with.My landlord once called to ask if he could stop by for a chat. When I invited him in, we spent a couple of minutes with some small talk; he told me then that his daughter had had a few issues and that he would need my house for her. And so, in a few days, I received an email that my lease would not be prolonged as usual and that I must find a new place within two weeks. But then Covid struck…I was looking, but I had a tough time finding anything suitable in the area. I didn’t feel like bothering my friends for who knows how long. Paying for a hotel also seemed a bit much. So, I decided to call the one person I hoped I would never have to talk to again. I suppose she picked up only because she hadn’t saved my number.I informed her about the situation and told mecidiyeköy escort her I would be coming to live in my room within ten days. And if she decided to make it troublesome for me, I didn’t mind calling some of my friends in the local police department, and we could make a spectacle for our curious neighborhood.As promised, that Friday morning, I parked in front of our house and, for a long while, just sat there looking at it, questioning my life choices. After a long time, I took a deep breath and went to the door. My key didn’t fit as expected, and no one answered when I knocked. When I tried to call Ashley on her phone, she wouldn’t pick up. So, I wrote her a message.”Hi, Ash. I am pretty sure you know I am here. My key is not working. Are you going to open the door, or should I call Carl and Steve? They know about our situation and are waiting to see if I need them.”Carl was a good friend who worked on the police force, and Steve was my first boyfriend when it all had to be hush-hush. Now he was married to a fantastic man and owned a business as a Locksmith, which was highly convenient right now. So even though it was a bit weird calling him after all this time for such a favor, he was more than willing to help because he knew our family history.When she didn’t reply, I sent the following:”If you don’t come out in ten minutes, I am calling them. I am sure both will be glad to see you after all these years.”After ten minutes, I came to the door again and dialed the number.”Hi, Steve… So yeah, I need a new lock.””Hi Rix, yeah, I had a bet with Mark, and suppose he owes me dinner.”I could hear the smile in his voice.”I don’t remember the last time someone called me Rix,” I laughed”Well, when John called you Rick back in high school, you nearly punched him.””John was an asshole; that doesn’t count.” This short flashback to my teenage years made my day after this drama with opening the door. I would rather spend time chatting with him, reminiscing about the old days, but everything I owned was in my car, and I didn’t feel like driving it to a hotel.”When could you be here?”At that moment, Ashley opened the door.”Well, hello, dear sister!””Shut up and come in.” If looks could kill, I would have been obliterated on the spot. She wouldn’t even have had to bury the body.I filled Steve in and said my goodbyes as I walked into the house. I’d rather save both our time and mental energy trying to recreate our heart-breaking and excruciating conversation.In short, she hated me for ruining her life this time as she and her husband were trying to have a baby, and she needed that room for her future offspring. She, of course, hates me and wants me out but refused to pay me half the housing market price, and yeah, I nearly forgot, she didn’t want her (now still non-existent) children to be influenced by something as fucked up as a gay man.Anyway, she proceeded to be so gracious that she allowed me to live in my old room. She would let me have the bathroom connected to our rooms, as she would be using the one downstairs, but I am to have my kitchen in that room somehow and was not to step into any other part of the whole house.I was so dumbfounded as I listened to her lengthy rant that I couldn’t even react.Let me give you a small tour of our house. Downstairs is a small hall, spacious living room, kitchen, and room which used to be our parents’ bedroom with a big, beautiful bathroom with a corner bathtub, but from what I could see, Ashley had changed this bedroom into an office. Upstairs is a wide corridor leading to two big bedrooms, which were ours growing up, and in between is a long bathroom with a toilet, two sinks, a small bathtub, and a corner shower. To this bathroom are two entrances, one from each of our rooms.

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They woke late the next morning, having fucked continuously into the early hours fuelled by the lust of their forthcoming cuckold wedding ceremony. Steve had surprised her with some of the things he had told her that night; things which she never realised lay hidden within him. But she wasn’t put off in any way; in fact, she was pleased that he opened up to her like that and she promised to do her best to please him. “You want a cuckold marriage, and I will make sure you will get the best one a husband could have,” had been her final words as she settled in his arms to sleep.They also woke a couple of times in the night and fucked before dropping off for their final sleep. It was their room telephone that finally woke them, and it was Marvyn who was calling to let them know that he had spoken to Magdalena. He wanted to come up to their room to talk, but Steve told him that they were still in bed and just about to get up and shower. Jayne reached over and took sex hikaye the phone from him and spoke to Marvyn. “Give us about twenty minutes,” she told him. “Bring some coffee up with you too.”Marvyn laughed. “I could hold your towel for you?”Jayne laughed too but told him that she was capable of getting it herself. By the time he came to their room with a waiter pushing a trolley with some coffee and breakfast snacks they had tidied up the room and were sat on the veranda enjoying some orange juice. Steve had dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and Jayne had put on a bikini and a wrap covering the lower half of her body. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.He joined them on the balcony and told them about his discussions with Magdalena. “She’s delighted,” he told them. “She could have done it this morning if she had known earlier, but she can do it tomorrow at 6:00 pm.”Jayne looked at Steve and when he nodded she agreed.“Magdalena wants to know seks hikaye if you would be free later this afternoon to go through the details of your requirements.”“Requirements?” Jayne smiled.“Well, how you want it done,” Marvyn told her. “As I said last night, there’s no set format. As long as the basics are in place, the rest is up to you.”Jayne poured some coffees and sat back for a few minutes deep in thought while both men sat patiently gazing across at the bay. “Ideally,” she suddenly said. “I’d like a similar first part of the ceremony as Sandra and Tom, you know, renouncing the forsaking all others vow et cetera, and then I’d like some kind of ceremony that made a commitment to you, Marvyn, if that makes sense.”Marvyn looked a little puzzled.“Let me explain. Steve and I were talking last night, and he confessed that he would like to share me with another man. Not as a one-night stand thing or anything like that, but on a sort of permanent basis. I suppose I would be like a shared wife.”Marvyn nodded. “I think I get you,” he replied. “I have a friend who actually lives with a married couple, and she’s like a wife to both of them although he gets to sleep with her more than her husband does.”“That makes sense,” Jayne responded.“Well, he is the alpha male, after all.”“Alpha male?” Steve asked.“I think Marvyn means that he is the one that satisfies her the most,” Jayne told him.“Precisely,” Marvyn said.Steve nodded.“And is it something like that you are looking for, Jayne?” Marvyn asked.She took another sip from her cup. “I think so,” she replied. “It kind of appeals to me to have a lover as well as a husband on a long-term basis.”“But you are only here for a couple of weeks, Jayne,” Marvyn told her. “We live thousands of miles apart.”She smiled. “It doesn’t mean to say that we can never meet up again.”“I suppose,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to visit England.”“Well, we have plenty of room for a guest,” Jayne responded.Marvyn smiled. “And where would I sleep?”She returned his smile. “Well… the place in my bed will always go to the alpha male of the household.”

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Confronted yet again with evidence, this time far more incontrovertible than before, Drew sought out the counsel of his old high school pal and college roommate, Dr. Doug Loomis.  Meeting at a bar several blocks from Doug’s practice, the two drank their first beers in near silence before Doug finally broke the ice.“From what you told me on the phone, it does sound like you’re right about her screwing around.  So what did you want to talk to me for?  It’s not with me if that’s what you’re worried about.”  He raised in hands in a gesture of mock innocence.“Yeah, the long work nights, the soiled clothes in the hamper, the weekend work trips, the constant surreptitious text messaging.  It all adds up.  On top of that, my sex life has dwindled to virtually nothing, though when we do it, which is rare, I have to wear a condom as she’s gone off birth control because, in theory, we’re going to try to have a baby.  Based on the underwear she keeps burying at the bottom of the hamper each night, I’m apparently the only one using a condom.”Doug took a drink.  “So you don’t think it’s me, right?”Drew shook his head and stared into his empty beer glass.  The pleasant sandalwood notes of Doug’s cologne drifted across the table.  “I’m not saying that.  It’s just that…I remember when we were in college and you used to get a lot of action.  And from what I’ve overheard around town, that hasn’t changed.  What I’m wondering is, have you ever been the ‘other guy’?  Like, maybe you can tell me why a married woman would step out.”Doug flashed his megawatt smile.  “I get it.  Wondering why Caitlyn might do it, huh?  Look, I’m sorry about that, but I might be able to provide a bit of insight.  Yeah, I’ve been the other guy.  Shit, these days I’m always the other guy…”“Wait, seriously?”  Drew’s jaw dropped.Pushing his wavy blonde hair back on his head, Doug continued.  “Come on.  You must have heard that if you’ve heard rumors about me.  Yes, I exclusively do married women.”“But why?  You could pull any girl out there?  Why settle for taken ones?”“Drew, buddy, you’ve got it all wrong.  I’m not settling.  Married chicks are the best.  All of the upsides and none of the down.  They are rarely needy.  They don’t expect much out of you.  You get to fuck ‘em and shoo them out.  Oh, and in almost every case you can come in them without worries.”“But what about STDs or pregnancy?”  The words escaped Drew’s mouth before şişli escort it dawned on him that he may not like the answer.“Sure, it’s a risk.  I once had a soccer mom give me crabs that I passed on to a regular fuck buddy.  She had to tell her husband he must have gotten them from a stripper.  That was definitely no fun, though that would have happened even with a rubber.  Besides, half the women in town got that case of crabs last summer.” Drew’s mind was drawn back to finding a medicated shampoo in his wife’s bathroom the year before.  She told him it was prescribed for split ends, but a Google search said otherwise. Doug continued.  “As far as pregnancy, that is the point of fucking, right?  It’s also the best part of married women.  How hot is it, knocking a woman up? The massive downside is that whole kid-raising thing. This way, I get the hot procreative sex and some other guy has to deal with dirty diapers and paying for braces.  Speaking of which, those costly fuckers paid for my Porsche.  If I had known back as a pre-dentistry that my hard work would result in piles of cash and a steady supply of eager mommy pussy, I would have studied a lot harder…if you know what I mean.”Drew shook off the immediate anger that swept through him.  “But why do they do it? Risk their families for a quick roll in the hay.”Doug signalled the barman for two more beers.  “Women are sexual creatures.  Remember when you were twenty and would have stood in traffic if you thought it would get you laid?  Well, you were at your sexual peak.  For women, it starts in their thirties.  It’s right when their husbands start thinking more about gardening and retirement plans.  That newfound drive combines with a loudly ticking biological clock.  It’s a cruel trick of mother nature.  A couple these days spends a decade building a comfortable nest and by the time they feel prepped and ready to populate it, the guy’s mating impulse in the relationship has passed.  And then it’s on another to step in and finish the job.“I don’t feel too bad for these guys.  Sure, more than a few of them have found themselves consigned to handjobs once their partners have started getting serviced elsewhere.”“But they aren’t doing the job, right?”  Drew wanted to goad Doug on but felt sick with what he was saying.“That’s a funny thing.  When the guys catch on, consciously or otherwise, they always seem to recover their mecidiyeköy escort libidos for a bit.  The women seem to get a kick out of it.  I swear, it’s like they go into baby-making mode and their husbands pick up on it.  Like they know that breeding will happen and they’re desperate to get a shot.  I’ve seen it in middle-aged couples that haven’t fucked in years…”  Doug paused for reflection.  “I guess I’d be doing them a favor if she’s still giving it to him.”“But you used to be such a nice guy back in school.  What started you doing this?  Not to offend, but this all seems a bit sociopathic.”Doug’s face dropped.  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.  How much of the scandal around Coach Palmer do you remember?”“Our high school football coach?  I remember he got divorced back in our senior year and turned into an even surlier prick for the rest of the year.”“Oh yeah, he got divorced, but that wasn’t what had him upset.  Our dear Bob Palmer had knocked up Maryellen Townsend.  On top of his divorce, he was dealing with a criminal investigation and a school board review.”Drew’s eyebrows shot up.  “Shit.  Wait, wasn’t Maryellen your girlfriend?”“Uh huh.  My sweet little blonde cheerleader.  She was my first love, and I put up with barely getting a hand up her blouse from the moment we started dating the night of her sweet sixteenth.  During football practice, Coach Palmer would have his assistants running us around the track until we were puking on the bleachers – meanwhile, he’s got her bent over his desk back in the gym office every single practice session of senior year.  He told her she couldn’t put out for me because I’d be able to tell that she was loose from having sex now.  I didn’t get anything from her but birthday handjobs until two weeks after my eighteenth birthday, when we got drunk at Matt Harmon’s party and she rode me in an upstairs bedroom.  Turned out that she had just found out that she was pregnant and the good coach told her to get with me so that I’d think it was mine and marry her. What kind of fucked up shit is that?”Drew let that sink in for a moment.  “Anyway, that same night, the coach ends up accidentally replying to a long e-mail chain with her about all of it but instead sends the whole thing to Michael Townsend, school board president and Maryellen’s father and the guy who’d just written to congratulate the coach on another win for our Valley Vikings football team.  I mean, that’s dumb, even by high school gym teacher standards.”Doug chuckled, shook his head and nipped his beer, lost in the memory for a moment.“So while I’m getting ridden by Maryellen at a party, her father’s losing his mind and making calls to everyone from the principal to the state police.  The next two months was all depositions and questioning by school officials.  He got a six-month suspension with pay, but even that bullshit punishment was tabled once it was pointed out that the football team was on a winning streak and that nothing could get in the way of a Midwest town and its football.“In the end, Maryellen got shipped off to finish the year at a parochial school in Minnesota where I heard she put the kid up for adoption.  Coach Palmer kept being Coach Palmer, albeit in a divorced capacity, and the school board had the blinds on his office windows removed.  I quit football and started focusing on my studies,  which I kind of had to do.  Everyone on the football team had been pulled into the investigation and there I was, the guy whose girlfriend was fucking the coach.  I had to live with the whispers and jokes for the rest of the year.”“Shit, man, I’m sorry.”“It’s alright now.  I’m getting my revenge.”“Revenge?  With other guys’ wives?  How’s that right?”“Oh, that’s just for sport.  No, the revenge is on old Coach Palmer.  A few years after we graduated, he announced that he was marrying a twenty-two-year-old paralegal named Erika McDaniel.”“Wait, Doug, Erika McDaniel, wasn’t that Matt Harmon’s girlfriend back in high school?”Doug let out an evil chuckle.  “One and the same, my friend.  Matt went to work at his dad’s drywall business after graduation and Erika went to community college.  They got married a year and a half later.  Two years later, she up and leaves.  Moves in with the coach.  “Now I didn’t know they were doing anything untoward prior to the split, and certainly not way back in school, but it looked pretty bad.  Not only was Matt crushed that his wife was leaving, but everyone in town is giving him the side eye.  They had just bought a house and were trying for a kid.  He tried to woo her back; he even begged her in the middle of a crowded Red Lobster.  She finally broke down and told him that she was four months pregnant and it wasn’t his.  The whole restaurant saw him go to waterworks.  Even after that, he still kept sending her messages that he forgave her and wanted her back, pregnant and all.  Coach Palmer finally showed up at his house one day and threatened to call the cops.  It was one hell of a spectacle.”

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My late afternoon meeting had just broken, and I was walking out of the lobby with Bob and Ted, my partners. We had just brokered the biggest deal our firm had ever completed and were euphoric. We had worked on this deal for over six months, logging ridiculous hours traveling, observing, and negotiating this merger. The two companies signed the agreement today and retained us as their new corporate attorneys, meaning millions of dollars in billable hours for the next three years and most likely forever.The clients had gone, and the staff had finished cleaning up all the paperwork. I sent them home feeling excellent about what we all had accomplished together. I am Terrance Grace, Managing Partner. I gave everyone off the rest of the day and tomorrow, Friday, for family time and to take a deep breath, knowing we had to hit the road running on Monday.As we reached the hotel’s front door, the valets ran off to get our cars, and we all pulled out our phones and feverishly texted our spouses about our successful day. We had agreed not to tell them what was happening today and surprise them when it finally happened. They all knew we were working on something big, but we legally could not discuss it, and we did not want to build it up if, for some reason, it did not happen. So, this was a day of celebration for each of the partners.Ted’s Toyota SUV arrived first, and I joked. “I think we all need to make an appointment for our new company cars on Monday. What do you think?”We all laughed and agreed. Bob’s Chevy came up next, and we all hugged, and I sent them on their way. We had been friends since the second year of law school at Stanford. We all decided not to take the big offers and get sucked up in the big law firms bidding for our services. We had decided together that we were damn good lawyers, and we just needed to pass the bar, and we could build our law practice from the ground up. We graduated top three in our class and were inundated with offers. They were hard to turn down, but we stuck to our plan. We were all single with huge student loans and lust for the law. We were driven and agreed that we would do whatever we had to build our firm, be successful and pay off all our loans in three years.  The start was rough, but I had some family money from a small inheritance for my grandmother, so we had a little seed money. On the first try, we all passed the bar and opened Stevens, Palmer, and Grace, Attorneys at Law, on August 1st, 2016.It was a typical late summer day in the south, hot and sticky from the first breath of the day. The excitement we all felt was salted with fear and wild dreams of success. We knew nothing was going to stop us. We did a ribbon cutting we had stretched across our shopping strip door. We all man hugged as we stepped through the door into our first office at 250 Lanier Place, Atlanta, Georgia. It was a former real estate office with cubicles and two conference rooms. We rented the furniture şişli escort and equipment we needed. We hired two paralegals to work as jills of all trades, doing everything we needed to be done, on the promise we would make them rich in five years. Marilyn Scott was an older woman that had retired a few years earlier after twenty-five years of experience working in mergers and acquisitions at a leading Atlanta firm. She had all the local knowledge and broad experience in the back office work we needed. She also knew a lot of people, good contacts, and resources. Unfortunately, her retirement didn’t last long. Her husband developed cancer and passed away quickly, so she needed the distraction our job could offer.  Francis Strong, Frankie to us, was our second hire. She was a young paralegal right out of school with no experience, and Marilyn took her under her wing and taught her everything. They were an incredible team. Within six months, we had two Marilyns, an older and younger version.  We were off and running, taking on any legal work we could get, including traffic violations, evictions, drunk driving, and personal injury. We even took on a few divorces since Marilyn knew that business cold. We were not shy about making money. We had all given up big money and felt good about it, but sometimes we wondered if we had been crazy starting as we did. We had all agreed to pay our two ladies well to keep them happy, and we paid us little. We had enough to buy clothes and food and have a place to shower and sleep. Our cars were all crap, but they got us from point A to point B, and right now, that was all that mattered. We had a three-bedroom apartment that was always a disaster. We had work stuff all over the place, and we were just three bachelors with no women in our personal lives, living on Ramen Noodles and fast food. We didn’t have time to cook, and none of us could. It was like law school, work, eat, work, sleep, eat and work. That was the twenty-four-hour cycle. We had no social life, with our only real conversations with other people being with our clients and other attorneys or clerks of the courts. We knew the routine and were committed to it until that day came when we had banked enough money to pay off our college loans. That was the first and most important thing, to be free of that hideous debt. There would be a celebration. In the meantime, Marilyn had us over every Sunday for a real meal. Frankie always came too. She was twenty-four and had no serious boyfriend. Later we found out Frankie had been with a guy through high school. Sadly, a year after, her boyfriend was killed in Afghanistan, and she had not recovered from that, so we helped her as best we could. We had a little Christmas party, just the five of us, and a very nice restaurant and went out for a few drinks and laughs. That was the first night I saw a twinkle in Bob’s eye for Frankie. Their love slowly smoldered for several months, mecidiyeköy escort then one day, he told Ted and me. “Guys, I am madly in love with Frankie, and she is in love with me. How can this work?”Ted and I looked at each other and felt genuine happiness for our friend and coworker for the first time. “It will work out as long as the two of you are all business in the office and sluts at home, but you can never bring her into our ‘den of disgust.’ She will want to clean it up, and that will not happen.” We all laughed and went out to congratulate the happy couple. Bob and Frankie dated for a year, then moved in together, and six months later, they married in a modest ceremony, with just family and a few friends. It was beautiful, and they were happy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Our business was growing. After two years, I focused on business law, finding a small merger and a couple of acquisitions. We received a few referrals, and the three initial relationships were successful, so we had a foothold in the mergers and acquisition arena. They fed our coffers, allowing us to hire another young attorney, Ryan Styles, to handle the other mundane business we had been doing. Ted and Bob stepped into the bread-and-butter business, and we were off and running. Our staff grew. We hired an assistant and promoted Marilyn to Lead Paralegal, and she handled all our M it is for you, so put this twenty in the tip jar. Thanks again. If you ever need any legal work, you have my card.”Bernie thanked me, and I left. I went outside to my SUV, and Trevor was waiting for me.”Sorry, Trev, I found a very friendly bartender who will help us greatly.” “Terry, what’s going on?” “Patrice is cheating on me. I can’t believe it, but she is. I guess I have been so wrapped up in this deal I couldn’t see it happening. Maybe two or three months now, I think. They have been here to this hotel six or seven times that Bernie has seen them. Sometimes he comes to the bar, but other times he calls her when she is in the bar, and she goes up to meet him. That is what they did tonight. They’re on the sixth floor, but I’m unsure which room. Patrice signed a room charge ticket, so she wrote it on the ticket.””OK, I can get it, so what do you want me to do?” “Bernie, the bartender, is expecting you, so get what you can from him and the room number. I also want to know who this fucker is. Jimmy is the name she called him last week. I want everything on him. Is he a regular here? Does he live here? You know, I want to know every fucking thing! When you get that, I want you to call me with what you have.””OK, I’ll get it all as fast as possible.””As for Patrice, bug her car and activate that email, text, and phone tracker we put on her phone a while ago. Trev, I never thought I would use it for this, but I need to know everything.”   “OK, boss, I’m on it. I’ll be back to you as soon as I can.””Last thing, I want a man on both of them 24/7 until I settle this.””OK”I shook Trevor’s hand and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As I drove home, I thought back to the last two years with Patrice. It had been wonderful, so how could she start cheating on me? Why?I couldn’t figure it out, so I stopped trying. Patrice had to explain to me if she planned to remain my wife, and I was not sure I even wanted that now. I speed-dialed my brothers. They both answered, all excited and happy. “Guys, I have some distressing news that you must keep to yourselves until I tell you that you can tell your wives. Patrice is cheating on me, and I don’t know more than that. I saw her walking into the Marriott across from our meeting hotel. She was supposed to be at her book club on Thursday nights, but she has been with him for the past few months. I have Trevor on it, and we have a very cooperative bartender that hates cheaters that have filled us in on what he knows.”  “Are you sure? Bob asked.Then Ted, “Please don’t do anything crazy, Terry.” “No, I am going to act like nothing has happened and go on with life just like what the two of you are going to do. This phone call never happened, understand? It would help if you acted normal around Patrice tomorrow and from now on until I tell you. Understand. NO MISTAKES, NO COMMENTS, NO NOTHING!” Making it as clear as I could. “OK, OK,” they both agreed. Now make love to your wives, like I will do tonight when Patrice comes home. Good night!”I hung up, pulled into my garage, shut off the engine, and took a deep breath. A wonderful day had turned into pure shit for me; what to do now. I went inside and poured a stiff Makers Mark, shot it down, then poured the tumbler full. I walked into my office, popped on my laptop, and opened the tracking software on Patrice’s phone. I went to text, and there was my text from earlier, then several texts from JBC.JBC text: “Are you coming tonight? I am only here tonight, so come now, or don’t waste my time.”She didn’t answer.JBC earlier text: “You said you were coming tonight, are you?”She didn’t answer the earlier text either.Two days ago, JBC text: “I am at the Marriott on Thursday. Are we getting together?”Patrice had not answered that text either. I didn’t go further back. I was sure of what I would have found and wasn’t willing to fill my head with more hate. I went to the email tracker and saw an email from James Conley. “Hey, baby, “Sorry about last week. I was completely out of line. I know you love Terry and don’t want to lose him. We can stop seeing each other if that is what you want. I never thought you would ever get with me from the start. I love being with you. It’s fun and brings back what we used to have, though I know you don’t feel like that for me now. We are just having good sex like we used to. I love fucking you, and you like it too, or you wouldn’t come back. I understand if you want to stop.I will be in town next week, and we can meet and discuss it and end it if you want. Your decision, but I am OK either way.”James”Wow, what an asshole. James doesn’t give a shit about Patrice, and he only wants to fuck her. She has no value to him; she is just a hot piece of ass to him. 

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It had been two months since I had fucked Stephanie. I hadn’t stopped thinking about what it had been like. I remember my cock being the hardest it had ever been as it slid in and out of her tight wet pussy. I had seen her many times over the past two months but we never spoke of what we did together. Today is Christmas. My girlfriend and I usually go over to her dad’s house and spend the holiday with them. Around five we got ready and headed over. We were the first to arrive and decided to play Pictionary with her 18-year-old sister, Xaviera, and her little brother. Xaviera is a small girl. She has B-cup breasts and an ass like Katie Cassidy. She has a flat stomach and long curly brown hair. She wears glasses and is usually the quietest of my girlfriend’s sisters. What I didn’t know is that her sister had been sneaking her their father’s whiskey for şişli escort the past couple hours and she was drunk. You couldn’t really tell other than her being a lot more talkative than usual. I was her partner and my girlfriend partnered with her little brother. Xaviera picked a card and showed my girlfriend, who was the artist for the other team, and they set to drawing whatever they had seen. I watched as Era (Xaviera’s nickname) drew what looked like a long dick with a set of big balls. I wasn’t about to guess that out loud, but I could see in her eyes that is what she wanted me to see. She drew more detail as time started running out. She added cum shooting out of the dick she had drawn, and with the way she was drawing it, it looked like it was shooting toward her face. I was now sporting a growing erection and guessed rocket mecidiyeköy escort ship as the timer finally ran out. She grinned and nodded her head, “Good guess!” She scooted closer to me on the floor; her sister not paying attention. Era ripped off the paper, folded it, and placed it in the pocket of my button-up shirt. She winked and then picked another card. It went on more innocently than before as she seemed unable to fine anything she could pervert. Finally, others started to arrive. With everyone there I made my move. I got up and hid my raging boner as I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat and began stroking my cock. I had my eyes closed and was thinking about Stephanie when I heard a giggle come from my right, from the door. I immediately froze and looked in the direction of the door. Era was standing there in full view, watching me masturbate. Her hand was in her short shorts obviously rubbing her clit. “You don’t have to get yourself off you know,” she said with a grin. She walked towards me and closed the bathroom door behind her. I could hear her father’s surround-sound start blaring as music was turned on downstairs. “No one will hear us,” she said tentatively. She seemed to be losing her nerve but it was only a momentary lapse. She dropped to her knees, and before I could say anything she spit on my cock, coated it with her hand and deep-throated me down to my balls. She hadn’t broken eyes contact and hadn’t even built up to taking my whole 9 inches. I stood there in shock. Here I was with my cock down my girlfriend’s sister’s throat. Era bobbed her head a couple times and gave me a great blowjob, but before I could really get into it she lowered the toilet seat and sat down. She pointed to the floor. “Eat your girlfriend’s little sister’s pussy,” she said in a low seductive purr. I acted without thinking.

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Rachel’s stomach was in knots as she walked into her law firm on Monday morning. She hadn’t seen or heard from Gabriel during the weekend (not that she was expecting to), but the incident that had happened in his office felt so surreal. A part of her had wanted it to be just a dream, but at the same time, she felt odd satisfaction, as if her disloyalty evened the score between her and Casey. Gabriel had verified her suspicions. She’d gone home last Friday evening, having full knowledge that the man she loved had cheated on her, and she’d been convinced that it wasn’t just a one night stand. It hurt knowing that after their two year relationship, Casey had been unfaithful. Rachel had finally managed to get the truth out of him on the weekend (or so she thought). It was a Saturday of Hell, and Sunday was even worse because she had to wake up realizing that she was literally in Hell. Casey had begged her to give him another chance. He had explained that he’d felt like they had grown distant because of her demanding work and school schedule. But Rachel felt that was no excuse for him to compulsively lie to her, break her heart, and break her trust. Even though Casey had confessed to sleeping with his secretary, she did not tell him about what had happened inside Gabriel’s office… on his desk. Of course, she felt a tad guilty, yet Rachel managed to convince herself that what she did with Gabriel was nowhere as bad as the body of lies that Casey had buried underneath the crumbling foundations of their relationship. You can’t stay with him for shallow reasons, her conscience spoke through the noise pollution in her head. Casey was an attractive man: tall, fit, blonde, brown eyes, addictive personality, and he loved to cuddle. There were lots of winning qualities about him that had made Rachel fall in love with him. But she feared that those amazing traits that he used to possess were either dying away, or were officially dead. Which means our relationship is doomed, Rachel sighed. She tried to put the upsetting ordeal out of her mind as the elevator reached her floor with a ding. Distracted with her iPhone, she wasn’t paying attention when she suddenly collided into a suited, hard chest. He was dressed in a dark, pinstripe suit… smelling of Gucci, Guilty. “Oh my God!” Rachel looked horrified. “Gabriel, I am so…” “You need to watch where you’re going,” he sternly said, pivoting around her to get inside the elevator. Hearing his words had brought on whiplash for Rachel. Gabriel’s demeanor, the way he spoke to her, the tone he used had sounded so contemptuous and mean. She didn’t bother looking back because she did not want to look into those hypnotic green eyes that only radiated nothing but irritation. Great way to start off my morning—pissing off the boss. Rachel sighed and walked through the busy floor until she reached her office. Case files would soon pile up on her desk, and it was going to be a very long day. ~oOo~  Gabriel tried to rip Rachel out of his thoughts as he sat inside the passenger seat of a moving Lincoln, driven by his chauffer, Albert. He’d just finished his meeting with a client and was headed back to the firm when he told his driver to change direction. “On second thought, drop me off at the Zimmerman firm, please, Albert.” “Yes, sir.” The white mustached man took a few short cuts to dodge impeding traffic, and soon he pulled şişli escort up to a curb, parking right across Gabriel’s destination. “Shall I wait for you?” “Yes. I won’t be too long.” He got out of the vehicle and looked up at the monstrous building. The October air was a little chillier than usual, but soon Gabriel was inside and taking the elevator up to the floor that led to Casey Levy’s office. He was now in enemy territory, and some of the associates were giving him dirty looks, not afraid to let Gabriel King know that he did not belong in their law firm. “Hyenas,” he muttered under his breath. Casey’s heated conversation could be heard as he approached his door. He’d been on the telephone for the past ten minutes, and his temper was splintering by the second. “I will personally sue your ass myself if I have to!” he bellowed. “Yeah? Well, fuck you very much!” Casey slammed the telephone down and looked up to find his former boss staring at him, hands hidden in his front pant pockets, leaning against the doorframe. “Bad timing?” Gabriel asked. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you right now.” He exhaled, loosening his tie. “Come in.” Gabriel looked over his shoulder at the glaring hyenas. “If looks could kill.” “That surprises you every time, Gabe.” Casey chuckled. “You already know that everyone hates you here. You walked in with a bulls-eye on your back.” “I dunno… I’m pretty confident I could win them over.” “So is that why you’re here? You and Victor have finally agreed on something… stealing our employees?” “I don’t see your name up on that wall yet, Levy. You sure you want to stay here? You could always return to the firm.” He was only teasing him, but in some way Gabriel was desperate to have his friend batting for the same team again. He’d decided that if Casey came back, the risk of engaging in an extremely inappropriate relationship with Rachel would virtually become nonexistent. Casey smirked at him. “Don’t even think about bribing me, bro.” “Me? Bribe you?” Gabriel grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Come on, Casey. I’m an upstanding guy, a man of the law…” “Yeah, yeah, I know your bag of tricks. You taught me them, remember?” “Not everything.” “Is that so?” “That is.” Gabriel walked around Casey’s office. It wasn’t as big as his own or as nice looking, but his old office couldn’t compete with this one. Zachary Zimmerman had sweetened Casey’s job offer in that sense. “So what’s it like working for Donald Trump’s long lost twin?” Gabriel joked, turning away from the window to look at the frustrated lawyer. “Donald Trump?” Casey raised his eyebrows, resisting a laugh. “Yeah, he’s always got that comb-over hairdo from hell going on.” Casey chuckled and Gabriel smiled amusingly. “I’m surprised you haven’t cracked a joke about it first.” “He’s my boss, Gabe. I’m not on a suicide mission here.” “You worked with me and we tag teamed Vic on a regular basis!” “I hope you mean that in a metaphorically heterosexual way,” Casey teased. Gabriel rolled his eyes. “It’s okay to admit that you have homoerotic fantasies about me. In fact, many men do. So really, I’m not surprised. Your secret’s safe with me.” He winked. Casey chortled, shaking his head. “Get off your high horse,” Gabe added. “You were always making fun of Vic.” “Yeah, because you were technically my boss, and if memory serves me well, you were the one mecidiyeköy escort who was constantly complaining about Victor, so I just joined you on the harassment to keep you in a better mood with me.” Now it was Casey’s turn to grin. “Well, whoop-dee-do. Remind me to bring you a plaque next time: Casey Levy-World Class Asshole.” “What crawled up your ass this morning? Did you not get laid last night? Ménage à trois gone awry?” Casey laughed, folding his hands behind his head. “Let me guess, she had a dick?” “Very funny. At least I am having threesomes.” “Enjoy it while you can, bro. I’m not missing out. I’ve got Rachel.” If she’s so important to you, then why’d you fuck around on her, you moron! Gabriel put the jokes aside and sat across his friend in a chair. “How are you two doing, by the way?” “Well, to be honest, my weekend was a shit storm. Somehow Rachel found out that I had slept with Karen. She threatened to walk out on me if I didn’t come clean… so I did.” “Shit.” “Yeah. I think it’s possible that Karen may have anonymously texted her to clue her in. I was worried she would do that when I told her that we can’t sleep together again.” “Has it happened again?” Casey grimaced. “No. I told you, it was a onetime thing,” he lied. “Casey, listen, if you’re not happy with Rachel then mayb—” “I’m not breaking up with her.” Casey loved Rachel, in his own twisted way. He was a sex addict who was in dire need of some counseling, but he wasn’t willing to admit that he had a problem. He wanted a wife, a family, the beautiful dream house and cars… including his whores. “I’m just saying,” Gabriel began, “sometimes it’s better to call it quits than to try and salvage something that is unsalvageable.” Casey looked annoyed. “Since when did you volunteer to be my therapist?” He folded his arms in his chest, defensively. “Don’t answer that—what are you doing here, anyway?” “I was in the neighborhood.” “So you decided to just drop in?” Casey snickered under his breath. “Come on, Gabe. What do you need?” “Why do you automatically assume that I want something from you? We’re friends, remember?” He smiled charismatically. “I’m Batman, you’re Robin.” The only response he got was an irritated eye roll. “What?” Gabriel reached for a mint on Casey’s desk. He unwrapped it and tossed it up, catching it in his mouth. “Okay, I guess Robin won’t do now that you’re working for the bad guys, which means that you’re officially…” He cocked his head to the side. “Two-Face.” “Please,” Casey scoffed. “Don’t insult me.” “All right, all right… The Riddler, then.” “If you’re going to peg me as the villain, at least do me the courtesy of labeling me as a real badass character like The Joker.” “Hmm, Jack Nicholson ‘Joker’ or Heath Ledger ‘Joker’?” “Ledger.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see it. But okay. Maybe if you smear some lipstick and baby powder on your…” “Okay, enough.” Casey leaned back in his chair. “You hate coming here, and if Victor knew where you were he would…” “Have a calf in his office,” Gabriel sarcastically stated. “It’s bad enough that he thinks you’re conspiring against him.” “Don’t worry about Vic. I can handle him.” He stood up and reached into his pocket before sliding two tickets in front of his friend. “Opera tickets?” “A client gave them to me—take Rachel out tomorrow night. Chicks love that boring crap.” “I wish these were court-side seats to a Knicks game.” Casey examined the shiny tickets and then looked at Gabe. “Thanks, though. Rachel will love it. I’ll let her know they were from you.” “Uh, don’t do that.” Gabriel appeared uncomfortable. “That sort of defeats the purpose of my visit. If I’d wanted to give them to her, I would have saved myself the trouble of coming over here. You two are going through a hard time right now, do something nice for your girlfriend, buy her something nice—a necklace—and surprise her with the tickets.” “Thanks man.” “Don’t mention it.” He walked toward the door. “Oh and, Casey?” “Yeah?” “I may have the bigger office, bigger condo, bigger bank account… bigger cock…” “Shut up!” “… Hell, just bigger everything!” “Get to the point, Gabe.” He huffed. “But I envy you.” “Why’s that?” “You’ve got something that money can’t buy.” Casey took a moment to let his words sink in, smiling in understanding. “I know, and I’m never letting her go.”~oOo~  Rachel had spaced out as she photocopied some documents in the filing room. Her work day had been long and stressful, but five o’clock was soon approaching, and in no time she would be out of there. I am not going to stay in late like last Friday, she told herself. Throughout the afternoon, her interaction with Gabriel had been minimal. She’d gone to his office frequently to drop off some files and have him review some contracts, but his attitude toward her had been very cold and standoffish. It was as if nothing had happened between them. If Gabriel was strict and arrogant before, he was more so than ever. Rachel felt like he didn’t even want to tolerate her presence, let alone look at her. I never should have kissed him. Stupid, stupid Rachel. A sad little sigh escaped her lips as she finished photocopying and turned around. “Ahhh!” Papers went flying out of her hands. “Shoot, I’m sorry!” said Richard, reaching down to help his colleague pick up the papers. “I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that.” “It’s all right. I keep bumping into people today like a klutz.” She laughed nervously. Once all the papers were back in Rachel’s possession, Richard asked, “Red thong, or green thong?” She gave him the queerest look. “I beg your pardon?” Richard exhaled and lowered his voice. “I’m thinking about buying some lingerie to surprise Pedro for our two week anniversary.” Two week anniversary? Rachel giggled. At least he didn’t ask me what I’m wearing. Black lace panties from La Vie En Rose. “Um…” She tried to imagine her balding, overweight friend in women’s underwear. “Maybe I should just go with blue—to like—you know, make my eye color really pop.” Richard was not the most attractive man. In fact, he was the most unattractive suit on that entire floor (possibly entire firm). But he was open about his sexuality, and much to everyone’s surprise, his new boyfriend was an extremely hot, international runway model. “I know it’s silly to do a week to week anniversary thing,” Richard spoke with a hint of a lisp. “But life is so short. I mean, I could die of a heart attack tomorrow, or Pedro could OD on heroin and coke—not that he’s an addict! But he’s in the industry, so ya never know! You get what I’m saying, right?” “Oh yes!” Rachel nodded emphatically, desperate to finish the conversation and get out of there. “I just think it’s crucial to make the most of the time that we do have, ya know?” “Mhm, absolutely.” She kept nodding, looking seemingly invested in everything he had to say. Richard brushed his clean shaved chin with thumb and index.

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Keith and Karen had been hard at it for over an hour now, and showing no sign of exhaustion, as a married couple shouldn’t who were so very much in love with each other. But more than that, thought Keith, as his pelvic thrusts pushed his erect penis in and out and in and out of Karen’s muscular vaginal grip, it was practice and exercise that made their physical love so successful. After all, if you were going to do something, and to do it as regularly as he and his wife did, after all their years together, then it was only possible if you worked at it. Keith swivelled round, so that one of Karen’s legs was behind him and the other hooked out in front, her hands clutching the sheets that had mostly been torn off the futon and her teeth biting into the pillow. He held her buttocks up by his strong hands, her weight supported easily by his powerful arms, built up as a result of many hours in the gym, pumping with the same relentless rhythm he now applied to his coital thrusts. He could see the whole of his wife from this angle. And wasn’t he a lucky man! Karen was a real catch. The other teachers could just stare at them with envy whenever the couple sauntered together into the staff room. Being a sports teacher, Keith had the advantage that keeping himself fit was part of his profession, but Karen, well poor Karen, had to keep herself fit in her spare time. But she was as dedicated to the body beautiful as Keith, and she did a damned good job at it. The trimness and athleticism of her waist, the tightness of her abs, the strength in her limbs, and that vaginal clasp with which she sucked out the life of Keith’s prick and simultaneously massaged life into it. The ripple of her shoulder, those strong biceps, the muscles in her thighs that could wrap around Keith’s tight, washboard-stomached waist and support her body by just the power in her legs. And the feats of athleticism, the variety of sexual attitudes, the choice of sexual positions, all available only to those who were the most vigorous, and denied those who lacked Keith’s and Karen’s physical fitness. Sometimes, Keith felt sorry for Karen, stuck in the classroom all day, teaching French and Spanish and German (such a polyglot his wife!) while he could exercise and keep trim in the gym and on the playing field. And, though he didn’t want to divulge this to his wife, enjoy the spectacle of the trim physical form of his female students. He’d often thought that if it wasn’t for Karen, he’d be tempted by so much willing teenage flesh. But what lover şişli escort could offer him the rewards that Karen could? What lover could have the energy to keep up with him? he wondered as he pounded away at his wife’s oozing gash But all things have to come to an end. And so too did the lovemaking session they’d began so soon after they’d got home from work. There were papers to mark, food to prepare and besides Keith wanted an hour’s cycle ride before dusk to keep his upper thighs and calves in good working order. The two of them collapsed in a heap on the hard futon, a dribble of semen trickling out of Karen’s vagina and down her thighs, Keith letting his wife’s head rest on his shoulder while he idly stroked the tight, hard nipples that crowned her rather small to average sized breasts: almost the only part of his wife’s body for which a superlative term was not appropriate. “So, what is the new intake like, dear?” Karen asked her husband. “Nothing special,” Keith grunted, although he was secretly taken by many of the girl students, but not he knew for the right reasons. That Amelia… well! best that he not share his fantasies with his wife. “None of them are Olympics material. Put it that way! How about you? What are this year’s would-be linguists like?” “The usual. The usual,” nodded Karen. “There’s one quite bright girl though. I think she’ll go far. But you’d hate her.” “Hate her?” asked an alarmed Keith. Did Karen suspect his lust for students? “Why would I hate her?” “Well, to say she’s not Olympics material would be a gross understatement. She is really really fat!” “Fat! How horrible!” Keith said with genuine disgust. If there was one thing he couldn’t abide was obesity. How could people get themselves so out of shape? Surely, it was worth making that extra effort to combat all those surplus pounds of useless lard. “She must be the laughing stock of the class.” “Well, not quite,” Karen admitted. “She might be plump, but she’s relatively popular. And anyway she’s not fat in a horrible kind of flabby way…” “What other kind is there?” “I don’t know,” Karen admitted. “But her size doesn’t look too bad on her. It’s strange really. She’s got a nice face, big friendly cheeks and her eyes sparkle in a really attractive kind of way.” “But if she’s just a bowl of fat, she must look pretty ghastly otherwise,” Keith asserted. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” said Karen thoughtfully. “And she does have an enormous bosom. And that stomach… I mean she doesn’t go for outfits that deliberately mecidiyeköy escort show off the stomach, but it swells out anyway. But her skin’s a nice kind of ivory, her black hair’s healthy and well-trimmed and she carries herself remarkably gracefully for such a large girl.” “Pah!” snorted Keith. “I just don’t see how gross and grace can possibly come together. It’s like an antonym, isn’t it? Gross and grace. Fat and fit. Hefty and healthy.” Karen laughed. “I guess you’re right. But you don’t need to worry about her. I don’t think she’s very likely to do sports as an option.” As Keith jumped onto his bike to climb up the nearby Caffrey Hill, a strenuous three-in-one at its steepest, his mind moved well away from Karen’s students, and returned once more to his wife. They were so lucky. She to have him and, of course, he to have her. The two of them were the perfect couple. The zenith of creation. That was what it was all about. Okay! It had come as a bit of a shock when they discovered that his sperm count was way below what it ought to be and that the only way they could have kids was if they adopted. But posterity’s loss was their gain. His genes might not be passed onto the next generation, but at least by not getting pregnant, Karen could retain that glorious figure of hers for that many extra years to come. However, the subject of Karen’s plump student, Fiona (what an effete name!), came up again, and again, in their conversations. She was such a very bright girl, Karen insisted. She had an almost intuitive grasp of syntax and semantics in any language. Karen had never met a student with such a keen understanding of the subjunctive, using it flawlessly and unprompted in her French lessons. And the complexity of German tense, mode and gender were as nothing to her. It was difficult to believe that Fiona had never learnt a foreign language before. In fact, her mother was just a housewife, although she’d been an actress when she was younger and her father just worked in an office as a systems analyst or database administrator or something. She was a natural! Keith harrumphed. “Why do you keep going on about this girl?” he asked over the breakfast table. “Why not invite her round if you think so much of her? Give her extra tuition?” If Keith thought his lightly meant sarcasm was going to close the subject, he was wrong. Karen’s face lit up. She ran a hand through her relatively short hair to the crop on her neck. “You know. That’s not a bad idea at all. Then I can coach her for the advanced studies. And perhaps I could teach her Turkish or Arabic. Languages not on the syllabus.” “Turkish?” wondered Keith. “What bloody good is Turkish? I mean… I know you speak it, but you speak everything. But why teach Turkish?” “I’d love to know what Fiona would make of the ablative,” remarked Karen indulgently. It wasn’t that long until Keith first got to meet Fiona. He was home, energised after a school football match where his pupils had totally slaughtered the opposition. He was on a real high. And the best thing to seal a perfect day would be an hour or so of sexual intimacy with his favourite woman. His penis was already twitching in anticipation. He was almost already relishing that anal grip of hers that she was so expert in demonstrating. But Karen was late, so Keith went down to the gym in the basement and worked out on a few weights while waiting. Eventually he heard Karen come in, her assured confident stride across the kitchen tiles, but there were also voices. Shit! No chance for sex just now. Who was the guest? It was, of course, Fiona, as Keith established, when he’d towelled his face dry and made his way up to the kitchen. Christ! She was exactly as Karen had described her. If not worse! Those breasts were fucking enormous. And her stomach was positively obscene. And what was so sweet about such a puffy face, even if the folds of fat didn’t wholly obscure her bright light green eyes and that her smile was very broad and sparkling. “I took your suggestion, Keith, to offer Fee some extra tuition. And she just leapt at the opportunity!” “I did that!” said Fiona gaily. “Mrs King is such a good teacher.” “Karen. Please,” laughed Keith’s wife with an enthusiasm he’d not seen in her since that orgasm she’d had which made her yell out loud enough it could probably have been heard on the next street. “And call my husband Keith.” “Indeed,” the sports teacher said, proffering a firm handshake. Shit! How long was this girl going to stay? And what was this about calling her student ‘Fee’? “But I must get back to the gym. Stay in shape, you know. Can’t let myself get out of it, you know.” If Keith’s barbed remark was meant to have an immediate effect, it clearly failed, as only grins followed him as he made his way back to the gym, where almost the first thing he did was put on a Ryan Adams CD to accompany his work-out. And he turned up the volume just a little louder than he normally did. It was bedtime before Keith finally had sex with his wife and it really wasn’t as passionate or even as prolonged as Keith had hoped. He had no chance to enjoy her anal grip, and he’d almost not even released his own semen before Karen looked tired of it all.

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