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A Story From My Wife

This is Part One from of a story my wife is writing to me. I think it is one of the most amazing and erotic stories I have ever read. Send your feedback and I’ll share it with her. Thanks… She was hoping he would notice, was afraid he would. She looked down at the tips of her nipples clearly protruding through her tight silk shirt, noting the round circles pushing out of the fabric that fairly shouted “PIERCING”. “Good girls don’t get their nipples pierced,” she said out loud. To herself she thought, “Since...

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The Backyard Show – Wife Exhibitionism

Some years ago I was working at a vacant house near a college campus doing some clean-up and maintenance work. The house was right behind one of the boy’s dormitories and had previously been occupied by students. My wife had come along to work with me every few days or so since the kids were in school. It was springtime and we were finally having some nice warm weather after a long winter. Since the house was empty, and the backyard was fenced in, my wife decided to lay out in the sun to get...

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Time Out Of Time

Jane was a strong girl. She’d be hysterical, but I thought she could take this. She’d have to rest a long time before I could push her again, but I thought she’d survive it. “Jane. I can give you an option.” “What?” She sniffled. A bit of hope crept into her eyes. Hope that I had to dash if I wanted her to do as I’d asked. Still nude on her knees. “You can do something else I’d like to see.” “Oh God. What?” “You can give your father a blow job.” I didn’t really...

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Sticky? Sloppy? Cunty?

“No, no no! You can’t do this!” Claire shrieked, clenching her fists under her chin, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. They just weren’t listening, and she couldn’t shake their resolve at all. She would have run, if she could. But Yvonne, standing behind her chair, had a tight grip on both shoulders, and was pressing down firmly. At her left side, Jane had her fist doublewrapped good and tight in Claire’s long curling brown hair, holding her head back. And in front, standing over her, patiently waiting for this outburst to stop, Sarah...

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Tell-tale Collar

Standing there in her bedroom looking frantically for the misplaced keys she groaned as her search was interrupted by a knock at her door. “COME IN” she yelled, hoping it would be friend not foe as she resumed her search. The steps sounding on the stairs lent her security as she recognized the tread of her lifelong friend and confidant. “Hello Chris, pardon the mess if you can bulldoze your way to my chair have a seat”, she joked after hugging and releasing him. Laughing at the mess she had created he strode to her...

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Slut’s Fantasy

John walked into the bedroom and saw her, she looked beautiful. Her blond hair was splayed against the black satin sheets and her large breasts were provocatively bare. He walked over to her and fondled the black leather collar that was tightly clasp around her delicate neck. She was his, completely his, and tonight he would prove it to her. “Get up bitch” John ordered yanking on her leash. The girl’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “Master, your home! I’m so happy to see you.” “Quiet slut” he said slapping her right tit, “I...

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