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After a wild fuck session one evening we bagan discusing what turned
us on the most. I said I loved to have my ass hole reamed. Barb was
very good at this. At times she would actually fuck my ass with her
tongue while she jerked me off.

Barb said she would like to watch me fucking one of her friends.
This idea sounded just fine to me. We talk a while about which of her
friends would be best and willing. She said Carol often said I turned
her on. Carol is one super piece of ass! She has short blond hair,
long legs and the greatest ass around. I got a hard on just thinking
about my balls bouncing off those firm cheeks. The thought of Barb
watching made it all the better. We decided to let Barb have a go at
setting it up.

About a month went by with no more discussion of it, when I came
home one afternoon and saw Carol’s car in the driveway. My cock went
straight to attention. I took my cock from my pants and stroked it a
few times in anticipation. Had to be careful I didn’t jerk off. Sure
didn’t want to waste any on a jerk job.

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turns heads at the mall. I enjoy watching guys looking at her as we
walk by. Look all you want guys, but I’m getting it regular! She
enjoys it also. Barb is a little of an exhibitionist. She likes to
wear tight shorts and tee shirts with no bra. When her nipples get
hard and stick out under the flimsy cotton guys start to trip over
their tongues.
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she takes it all in her mouth and sucks on it. I love to cum deep in
her mouth. She sucks all the cum from my rod and swallows it or
sometimes she holds it and lets it drip from her lips onto her tits.
It is wild to see cum dripping from her mouth.

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My wife Joyce and I have always enjoyed reading letters and stories
about a lifestyle we have found to be exciting for both of us. That life
style is wife sharing. I truly enjoy sharing Joyce with other men while
she enjoys the excitement and sex from many different partners.

Until recently I have found and offered her to most of her partners.
We have lost count of how many different men she has had sex with but it
has been over 75 in the 13 years of our marriage. On one trip to Florida
we visited an on premise swing club and Joyce had sex with seven
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Artist and his works

It was only later, when the two got frisky again and decided to take
it to the bedroom, that Daniel’s live-in girlfriend came home early from
work with the flu and a serious headache. She was looking for a hug, some
warm blankets, and a mug of hot chocolate. What Angie found instead was
Daniel on his knees receiving an elaborate and very enthusiastic blowjob
from the Portuguese in the bed the two of them had shared for over a year.
Angie blew up. She tore through the place, destroying enough of Daniel’s
artwork to occupy months of his time repainting. With the Portuguese fled
and Angie’s blonde strands matted against her face by tears and sweat, she
turned on Daniel. “HOW COULD YOU?” she’d shrieked. The relationship had
ended there.
Daniel shuddered at the memory and stared hauntingly at the painting
he’d done right after the split, hanging now in the vast study. The
painting he gave away to purge off his guilt and sadness. To this day
Daniel wasn’t quite sure why he’d painted his former girlfriend stretched
out in the exact pose taken by the Portuguese girl. Angie looked beautiful
in the picture even with her back facing you. If only he could see her eyes…
Daniel looked away to catch Lydia wandering about the other paintings.
He drained the last of his brandy and set the glass down on an oak table.
His head buzzed slightly from the alcohol. Lydia glanced his way as he
approached. Read the rest of this entry »

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A slight awareness prickled his consciousness. He slowly became aware
that he was collapsed over the beautiful gorgeous wonderful woman and must
be hurting her. Limply he pulled out of her cunt and rolled off her back,
sliding weakly to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Splayed out on the floor, Daniel felt the Portuguese lower herself
beside him as he recovered from his tremendous orgasm. He drifted sweetly
down a meandering, calm creek after those explosive rapids of passion. The
gentle afterglow rafted him over a wash of utter satisfaction and
contentment. Daniel smiled beatifically, his green eyes glinting in shadow.
The woman put her hand in his lap and softly played with his flaccid
penis. It was still wet with drying come as she rubbed it between thumb
and index finger. She leaned over to kiss him for the first time, a french
kiss with tongues playing slippery tag. He broke off to plant a kiss on
the hollow of her neck. Daniel rested his tousled head against her ample
bosom with a sigh as she continued to play with his cock.

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The Portuguese grunted as he began thrusting fully. His extensions
were smooth and quick. Images of a thousand ceremonial steel swords
whisking in and out of smooth sheathes filled his head as the pleasure
mounted. Desperately now Daniel reached to finger the woman’s clitoris.
Rubbing quickly, furiously, and in time with his thrusts, Daniel elicited
a long series of gasps from the woman’s panting, wide open mouth. They
were close.
He kept pounding her until he felt something twinge in his balls, a
clicking gate that took a slight second to open. And then he came,
flooding her with his come, his mind seizing up with pleasure and burning
in the orgasmic joy. He wrapped his strong arms tightly around her stomach
and squeezed. His cock rammed itself in as far as it could while he came
and came and came, jetting silent rainbows of essence into her open
depths. The world lost focus and slipped off its axis.

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Daniel unbuckled his belt and pushed the jeans down, quickly kicking
out of the pant legs. He didn’t bother with his socks, slowing only long
enough to hike the woman’s nightie. Her underwear was pink and equally
He pinched her butt hard. She yelped. Daniel slipped his hand inside
the back of her panties and moved to lightly squeeze her vaginal lips,
rubbing them slickly. His hand descended abruptly in a karate chop,
snapping the panties down to the woman’s knees with a resounding elastic
Holding her nightie up, he guided his cock to her entrance and rubbed
against it with his hard length. Daniel could hear her heavy breathing.
With deliberate slowness he eased into the tight stretchy world of
pleasure within the woman. The slow deep entry caused him to exhale
With his right hand he reached around her leg to touch his balls. He idly
played with her pubic hair as he finally finished the entry. He paused
there, lodged inside her, no movement but for the shallow tremble in
their chests while they breathed.
Daniel slowly pulled out, feeling her wetness guide his way. On the
way back in he kept his thrust marginally slower than glacial. Gradually
he built up a rhythm, keeping it going with smooth habit as wet friction
gave him its pleasure. His movements relaxed and steady, he took time to
fondle the girl’s breasts, to lick the back of her neck and bury his face
in her thick hair.

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Her outstretched hand froze along with the rest of her body. Then,
very slowly, she began grinding her rear end in slow circles against his
cock. Daniel thrust forcefully against the crack of her ass through the
thin nightie. His hands moved to her sides to steady himself as he heard
her mutter something quietly in Portuguese. Something de dios.
Daniel moved his hands around to her chest and clutched a pair of
delightfully heavy, dark nippled breasts against the sheer fabric. He
squeezed rhythmically while dry humping her rear with slow, powerful
thrusts. The woman bent over until her breasts flattened against the
counter and turned her head to rest on a mane of dark flowing hair.

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“Is she a real person?”
Daniel paused. “Yes. She — I knew her. We lived together for a
while.” He affected an air of insouciance and shrugged ambivalently. “It
didn’t work out.” That was putting it mildly. He’d almost lost his balls
to a pair of pinking shears when Angie caught him in bed with his pretty,
dark haired Portuguese neighbour.
It wasn’t that he’d meant to cheat; the temptation was just too
irresistable when the Portuguese woman came over in her brief nightie to
“borrow” something. When she reached for the third shelf, her flimsy white
nightie rode the luscious curve up her tight ass.
Hypnotically, Daniel submitted to the driving urge in his brain and
followed the divining rod of his erect cock right up to that perfect butt.
His cock poked hard against her soft rear end.

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They turned left at a branch and ended up in a large but nearly
deserted room filled to excess with leather furniture and plush wall to
wall carpeting. Two young men sat talking in the corner beside busts of
Cervantes, Donatello and Da Vinci. The sculpted Italian masters imparted a
sense of dignity to the room. Lydia let go of Daniel’s hand and looked about.
“Nice study,” she commented wryly, brushing wisps of hair from her
“Yeah.” He pointed at his painting, recently hung over a real fireplace
of enormous dimensions. They strolled over to the picture. It was a small
portrait of a nude blonde woman reaching up on her tiptoes for the highest
level of a kitchen cupboard. Something flickered briefly across Lydia’s eyes
before vanishing. Daniel wondered what it was.

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“Up here,” he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She
nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling
over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a
time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined
hallway holding hands.
They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by
them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent
or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his
external look of preoccupation.

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She turned her head and started. “Where’s Jason?” Daniel looked at the
empty spot where the man had been. In fact, the whole group had drifted
off like pampered kelp on a ritzy sea of hard marble, and neither had
“I guess he had to leave,” Daniel murmured. Lydia nodded. “Listen… I
was just showing the Jacobis a little painting that I recently finished. I
think it’s in that big study upstairs. Would you like to see it?”
Lydia nodded again. Daniel took her hand softly, lightly, and began
moving through the crowd in the direction of a very wide, red carpeted
stairway spiralling up to the second floor. He didn’t looked back before
reaching the foot of the opulent stairs, yet could feel definite threads of
contact between him and her. Looking back at her, he wasn’t too
surprised to see her face conveying thoughtfulness and curiosity.

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Lydia stared at him attentively. Big beautiful browns, the
alliterative phrase popped up. “Of course, it also depends on what the
subject wants to do. It’s up to her to be the artist’s silent partner,
helping him shape the entire evolution of the picture. A really
outstanding subject is a treasure to find, at least for me.” He finished
somberly and stared at his glass.
A moment passed in silence. “Would you like to paint me?” she asked.
Another moment floated away. “Definitely,” he smiled. “Is that an offer?”
“Yes. Maybe.” Lydia tossed her shoulders in confusion and they both
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He began imagining the scene in his mind’s eye, Lydia seated
comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her
wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight
curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high
black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at
him… Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal
closets of his mind.
“The eyes,” he started over. “I’d have to check for the dominant feelings
there, and pick one to set the whole mood.” Daniel looked into her eyes now.
Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring… a
rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. “Then I’d
draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting
the eyes just right.” He knew he’d never get her eyes wrong. “If the eyes
work out, everything else just falls into place,” he added quietly.

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Lydia took the opportunity to discreetly study him. Tall and well
built, he cut a fine figure in that tux, she had to admit. Sea green eyes
were framed by dark, almost feminine lashes. Stylishly short hair on a
chiselled face, capped by a slightly rounded chin. He held his drink with
casual confidence and exuded a friendly non-threatening air. His interest
in her was more than polite, she knew. She liked him.
“Tell me,” Lydia said slowly. Daniel listened attentively. She
continued, “If you were going to do me… how would you approach the
painting?” Daniel unfroze his smile and genuinely beamed.
“It’d be a pleasure. I find that a lovely subject just lends herself
to portrayal on canvas.” Not necessarily true…confirmed by the neutral
expression in Lydia’s eyes. Daniel hurried on. “But in terms of procedure,
well — skip terminology. I’d focus on the eyes to set the tone of the