This is my first posting … I have more to share in the future if you like this, but must post anonymously, since I am a senior manager at a Fortune 100 company and knowledge about my extra-curricular activities would cause the end of my career.
It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her “the queen”) had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since “the children are nearby.” - The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly.
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read comments (0)Kenny was nervous as he stood at the back of the chapel. He’d been to other funerals, but this one would be different. The chapel wasn’t full, but it was well filled as the soothing music ended and Bob Fuller walked up to the casket.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bob began, using the lid of the closed coffin as a lectern of sorts. The low murmur of conversation ceased. “Rick McCleary asked me to say a few words here, and so I’m speaking to you now. I knew Rick and Anne well, but not so well as I would have liked. As most of you know, Rick knew he was going to die more than a year ago, and many of you know that this last year has been harder on those of us who know Rick than it was on him. I don’t know that I’d have the strength to take things in the calm way he did, and I’m sure I’m a better man for having known him.
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The music was loud but it felt good. Everything shook with the beat. It was dark, and shadowy, crowded with people. Some dressed normally, others, in skimpy outfits of leather or lingerie. Some had on leashes, others wore sequins.
She smiled to herself, thinking how funny people were, the things she’d seen them do. But then look what she was doing. She was out in a club like this by herself. None of her friends would go. When the bartender gave her the drink she ordered she turned to scan the crowd. Almost immediately she noticed the tall blonde man at the far side of the bar, partially in shadow, his gaze centered on her. She gasped at his look, like he was going to leap at her across the bar and devour her whole. She turned away,took a drink and made her way to the ladys room.
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It was a sticky August night, and truly what I felt like doing was lying in a cool bath and reading a magazine, but my boyfriend had just called, and he wanted to “show me something.” Great. Well, that’s part of being a girlfriend I suppose so I slid into a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt to wait for him. I was sitting on the front porch, rocking the swing and listening to the crickets when a police car drove up. The red and blue lights flashed a moment, and looking closer, I saw that it was indeed my rookie cop boyfriend, grinning from ear to ear at his long-awaited, finally issued police cruiser. I couldn’t help but to be happy for him; he’d been on the waiting list for three months now, so I bounced down the stairs (literally, I wasn’t wearing a bra) and leaned in the window to give him a kiss. He was all excited, giving me a deep kiss before telling me about his newest police toy. He patted the seat next to him, “Come on, let me take you for a ride!” I nearly protested, seeing that I was barely dressed, no shoes, and oh, what the hell. I locked up the house and jumped in the front seat next to him, bare feet and all. He talked animatedly as we drove around town,heading vaguely in the direction of the desert mesas a few miles beyond the city limits, his hand idly stroking my leg. I was leaning up against the passenger side door, legs stretched over his lap as I watched him. You have to understand now, my boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous, and seeing that muscular 6′1″ bod in that extremely sexy black police uniform is enough to send me spinning. So I couldn’t help it when I started rubbing his cock gently through his trousers with my foot. He laughed and guided the police cruiser down a little used desert road, stopping about 100 yards from the nearly-empty highway. “You’re feeling excitable tonight,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture my lips with his.
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I heard it the first time the day we moved my girlfriend into her new apartment.We’d gotten the furniture situated, the bed put together, and the sheets unpacked. We were exhausted and even though boxes were strewn around her apartment, we just wanted to go to bed.
We hadn’t put up any of the clocks, so I had no clue what time it was, but it was late. And there were squeaky noises coming form the he apartment upstairs.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Dunno,” came the sleepy reply. “Worry later.”
I curled up behind her and went to sleep, wondering.
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July 24, 1992
Wife Dates new lover.
I’m going to keep a dairy of my emotions tonight. I plan to write a little something at least each hour. I’m doing this because it does two things. First it gives me something to do and secondly many people have asked how I feel at such times.
You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it’s a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don’t mind her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other men.
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It was the first really hot day of late Spring. Like the first day of Summer.
There was no way we were going to class. Stacy got her car and we went driving:Stacy and her roommate Cathy and me. We didn’t really know where we were going:it was just so nice that we knew we had to get off campus.
We got on the highway and headed for a waterfall that we knew of. It was a number of miles away, but we were ready for a ride. We got out at the waterfall and walked around the small park, enjoying the sun and the warmth. We didn’t have any beer or anything, but you might have thought we did if you saw us: we were definitely feeling silly.
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I’m a lesbian and have never tried to hide it. I mean, I don’t go out knocking doors in the neighborhood proclaiming that I’m alesbian, but if somebody were to ask me if I was, I would say yes. Now my partner Valerie is different. She works at a school and if it ever got out that she liked women, her career would be over, at least that’s what she thinks.
So when I got home from work, and started to ask how her day was I could see that she was visibly shaken, so I asked, “what’s the matter baby?”. It was then that she handed me the envelope, and as she did the pictures fell out on the floor.
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“Yep,” the man, said, still panting, still pounding in and out of her. “And now it’s my turn. You hear that, bitch? I’m gonna shoot my cum in your nasty little pussy now.”
“Ohhhh,” Robin groaned, well beyond words now. She was ready to cum herself,could feel the waves starting even now, and if she could do it at the same time the man shot his cum inside of her, it would be ecstasy.
“Do it to her,” the woman said, still holding Robin by the hair, but more gently now. “Cum in the bitch! Fill her up!”
“Yesssss!” Robin managed to grunt out. “Fill me up! I’m sooooo close!”
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“It’s okay,” the woman said now, leaning closer, so her lips were against Robin’s ear. “I know what it’s like. We don’t like to talk about such things. But when we experience them, it’s something special… isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Robin said, confused, horny, unsure of herself. “I mean… uh no.Uh… I mean, I have to go now.” She tried to twist out of the woman’s arms but they held fast, pinning her even tighter against her body.
“Don’t leave,” the woman told her, her voice turning hard again. “You didn’t seem to mind rubbing your body against my husband. Why should you mind rubbing it against me?”
“Your… your… your husband?” she stammered, feeling a bolt of adrenaline shoot through her. Was that was this was about? Was all of this touchy-feely a prelude to taking her out in the parking lot to kick her ass?
“My husband,” she confirmed, her hands dipping down now to touch Robin’s thighs. “He probably mentioned to you that we were in town on business.”
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