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My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare “lender”, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, small 26) and I had to travel downtown on the suburban train. Where the train is full and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station, dozens of people started riding and where we took over like sardines.

In the crush, Angel and I, where we were separated, I could see the top of his head on the crowd. They’re mostly businessmen on the train, so it wasn’t surprising that Angel was surrounded by men… but the funniest thing is that they’re all facing Angel, we expect a group to face different directions. The lûché train and a hole appeared momentarily and I could see that Angel’s mini skirt was around her waist and panties where pulled by her knees. One guy fingered her pussy, another kiss. Her top has been removed (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more where to play with her breasts.

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.

My husband and I were married for five years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as “great.” I did a lot of things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like playing a role, dressing up like a whore, raping sketches and on a few occasions even took part in three with my husband and another man.

I came home from work this Friday, feeling a little weird and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and undressed my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

I’ve been married to the wife of most male fantasies almost ten years now. These ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given his heavenly body, it was easy to ignore. During the first five years of marriage, we explored ourselves in every possible sexual way. I didn’t see how our love life could be richer.

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.

I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.

I was in N.Y. by visiting a friend who lives in a large building in the center of the city. I arrived at noon for lunch and spent all day talking about old times. I watched my watch and saw it was almost midnight! I can’t believe that time is fast! We said goodbye and I left.

When I arrived at the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there was not much light in the corridors. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hall saying their goodbye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they laughed all and spoke. They left to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, “Hi.” Of course, being the friendly person I was, I said, “Hi” back. We were waiting for the elevator to come. I heard the movement behind me but I pretended to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was so excited! The oldest of men seemed to be in charge.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and nine in town. She didn’t make a lot of friends, she said, ‘cause she wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we went to work. We stopped at the same stop. Although she was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a deliciously refreshing change of some of the more jaded women I know. Yet, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very fine, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that I’ve never seen. Because of its thin light frame, her breasts were small enough. I was looking forward to seeing exactly how small it was. She had 5'8" tall and her legs were beautiful. She looked like a ballerina. The long thin legs disappear in the tightest little round background you can imagine.

It all started in my first year of high school. I just had a car and found other friends like that. I’m not gay. I have a beautiful girlfriend I love with all my heart.

Let me talk to you about me, I got 6'3’’ out of 200lbs. I’m really proud to say pure muscle. I’ve only got 12 percent of body fat, I’ve been going to a gym for three years straight 6 days a week. I have blond blue eyes and brown skin all year round. What is difficult to live on Long Island.