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Another time, around 1995, several families went camping on the beach with all our children. My wife isn’t exactly a swimmer, so when I was snorkeling with a bunch of kids, she kept looking at the beach. I noticed that she was sitting with one of our friends’ husbands, a man who hadn’t kept a secret about his admiration for my wife, and who had come under her shirt and taken her tit when he kissed her last New Year’s Eve. He pulled her chest out of her bra and played with her nipple under her shirt for a few minutes while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Several people saw the movement under my wife’s shirt. The year before, when they were driving in the backseat… back from a beach outing late in the evening, he put her hand on his erection. She said she felt it up and down, “squeeze once,” and then she pulled her hand away. He pulled her hand back and pulled a blanket over it. Under the blanket he opened his pants, and my wife felt his smooth hard penis. She whispered “this is not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be asleep. She caressed him up and down for a few minutes, feeling he was thicker and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help with lubrication. He started breathing heavily, and she thought he was going to shoot pretty quickly when the other resident in the back seat, the husband’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand and took the blanket off her, so it covered the man and his stiff. In both stories I suspected there was something more than she told me.

I decided to go to the mall to experience my imagination. I decided to get some Ben Carrying wa balls. I love the love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and awkward, and if I’m really excited, they can even make me come beautiful without touching myself. I also took my netbook to take notes on how to further develop the Amsterdam story. I sat down in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a big cappuccino and started thinking about the story and his characters.

One night late driving from work to my boyfriend at school… I followed a white truck. He didn’t pass fast so I him, and then he tried to pass me Turn on the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell was going on, I passed him again and this time I did the same and waved to him as I passed. This wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed to something straight and drove through me. Then I was a resting place sign and knew what he wanted. My heart started pounding when I didn’t want to move on. I saw him blink. In my mind I wasn’t going to stop, but if I race closer my heart and I couldn’t stop pulling myself in and stopping next to his truck.

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to begin. It was already 15 minutes after midnight and the big girl with breasts was clearly in a bad mood. Her date for the evening had left her, none of her friends were there, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. She sighed, she leaned back on the scratchy chair when the lights finally dim.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, blinking a spear of light at the opening curtains. Some dumb guy walked down the aisle. She sat next to Wendy and annoyed the unhappy girl anyway. The theater was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman should only sit one chair away. The pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice flourished to life and Wendy looked at the newcomer from the corner of her eye.

In the early eighties I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time all office workers had their own office (ah, the days before cabins were discovered). The accounting, where I worked, was in an extra wing at the back. Because of the sensitive nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

During lunch, my three colleagues always left, to go home or to dinner. I usually ate a sandwich at my desk on the other side. It wasn’t long before I realized I had a lot of privacy at this time. One day I was super horny, my pussy desperate relief. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to do something. Except I locked my office door. Sitting behind my desk… I pulled up my skirt and slipped my panties aside. Nervous, my fingers dipped in my pussy, soon I gave myself a nice seed. I licked my fingers clean and went back to work.

This happened in the mid-1990s, when I went out with a very beautiful little motorcycle girl. I just got into the motorcycle scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My girlfriend, Jane, was a biker for a long time, also in the rally scene and had friends in many clubs. I loved her; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, plus perfect little round breasts and a girlish, slim figure. But she had a harder edge for her; She was pretty extrovert and self-conscious, and had this certain flirty, jaunty way about her that no red-blooded man couldn’t fall for.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggested that she was very athletic.

Her top was cut low enough to show her cleavage in her beautifully proportioned breasts. When she bent over, they almost seemed to fall out.

The pants she was wearing were tight on her ass, screaming a little at her feet. She had a nice ass.

She kept following me at the gym. After I finished with a certain machine, I went through the room to work out another arm/shoulder muscle. After a minute she stood next to me. This happened several times.

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.

It was the middle of summer, and we were on vacation in the country. Hiking in the forest and cycling on the trails were our outdoor fun. We wanted to visit every national park before it was time to return to the real school world in autumn. Next year I graduated with an English degree and then another year. This was our last hooray for September.

After walking all morning he was ready for the longest ride of the bike paths. I was ready for a good dip in the cool water of the lake. So we broke up and met in our cabin for dinner. I waved goodbye and went to change the shower room on the beach. I came out with my favorite black bikini and a sun hat… And of course with my super strong sunscreen. (The dangers of honest skin.)