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Which happened when I was 25 years old. At that time I taught at a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slim, and has been told I have very nice boobs and a chic ass. I’ve noticed a man staring at my ass, even dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall… 5 feet 10 centimeters.

On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school to the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city and arrived the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we continued, which I have always regarded as ’the beginning’ of art - the display of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Madonna, of Christ, and apostles or saints have been my inspiration to my childhood.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare loaner, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, little 26 years old) and I had to take the shuttle train into town. We were grumbling that the train was full and had to stand. We didn’t know how good we were, at the next station dozens of people arrived and we were full of sardines.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

My husband and I were married for five years, and as far as I was concerned, I loved our sex together. I did a lot of things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role-playing, dressing up as a whore, and raping sketches and on a few occasions even participated in threesomes with my husband and another man.

I came home Friday from work, a little kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and took off my work clothes, and then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

I’ve been married to the wife of most men’s fantasies for almost ten years now. Those ten years are because of some love adventures that others pale in comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given to her heavenly body, that was easy to oversee. For the first five years of marriage, we investigated each other in all possible sexual ways. I couldn’t see how our love life could be richer.

Have you ever wondered what your wife does when she’s at work? Will she come home later than expected, and hurry upstairs to wash and change before you have the chance to exchange a few words? Is she avoiding intimacy as an excuse for having a rough day at the office? Is she wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If this all sounds familiar, you got to keep reading.

I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were about ten men operating all kinds of household appliances. We had a few girls working at the helpdesk and customer reception down the stairs, but our floor was almost a male dominated environment, so you can imagine the fun among the boys when our service manager employed a really young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but saw her breasts wiggling as they struggled with the electric floor polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she made tea and coffee and brought it to every desk on a tray. The boys could always hurt her, tickle her when she had the tray and was generally messing around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave back as good as she got.

I was in NY to visit a friend of mine who lives in a large apartment building in the middle of town. I got there at 12:00 and talked about old times all day. I looked at my watch and I saw it was almost midnight. I couldn’t believe how fast the time went by! We said goodbye and I left.

Walked to the elevator, I saw that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn’t much light in the halls. When I pressed the button for the elevator, I saw a bunch of guys in the hall who said good-bye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they all laughed and talked. They left and went to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, Of course, being the kind person I was, I said, “hi” back. We waited there for a while until the elevator came. I could hear movement behind me, but I pretended to ignore it when I felt an arm around me and stopped the elevator and through the look in their eyes, I knew what would happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to be in charge.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and new in the city. She had not made many friends, she said, because she was not used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we traveled to and from work. We got up and down at the same stop. Although he was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a pleasant and refreshing change of some of the women I’m familiar with. However, my feelings towards her were not completely paternal. She was very thin, with short blond hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Because of their thin light frame, their breasts were quite small. I was anxious to see exactly how small. He was 5'8" tall and his legs were magnificent. She looked like a dancer. Thin long legs that disappear in the most round bottom that you can imagine.

It all started at the beginning of my school year. I just had a car and I thought I had more friends. Now I’m not gay. I have a beautiful friend I love with all my heart.

Now let me tell you about me, I’m 5 feet, about 200. I’m really proud to say made of pure muscle. I’m only 12% body fat, I’ve been going to a gym for three years. I have blond hair blue eyes and dark skin years around. Which is hard to live on Long Island.