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Due to my frequent travels, my wife and I have an agreement that we are allowed to satisfy our sexual desires as needed. Some call this an open marriage, we didn’t put a name to it but I guess that’s what it was. Angie is a very sexual person and had taken on a couple regular lovers. She was able to satisfy them and still take care of my needs too when I was in town. We always were open about things that would happen but I was caught off guard one morning when Angie told me that her boyfriend had his son with him when she showed up at his apartment one night.

She said at first she was a little ashamed at the way she was dressed (she almost always just wore a night gown or something like that. It was always sexy but not enough to get her arrested for public nudity. She had worn a sheer top baby doll that night with a very small sheer panty and no bra. She said her bf explained to her that his son was going to spend the summer before starting college living with him. He also explained that he thought maybe they could teach the boy some things over the summer.
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I was down from university for the summer, and like most students, I needed money. From all the experience I had picked up doing our garden at home for my mum, I had managed to get various gardening jobs from friends to keep me busy through the break. The main plus to the job was it was good money, and being a twenty-year-old athletic guy, it helped me stay active in the summer heat.

One ‘client’ shall I say, was a friend of my mum, who lived across the road from where I grew up. We moved house six years ago, but still stayed in touch. I had been working on her garden for several weeks now, and it was really starting to take shape. It was a Sunday morning, and the sun was beaming so I had no shirt on, I might as well make the most of the weather I thought, and continued the work. Every now and again when taking a breather, I would glance around, and allow memories to flood back on my childhood. I found it interesting to see what changes had been made to my old house, and saw a neighbour that I never really liked. Nearing the end of mowing the lawn, I heard a door open, and glanced up. Standing in the next garden was Judith. I remembered her, as she looked me up and down. Judith must have only been around thirty-five, she had a kid when she was quite young, Dean, who was a year or two younger than me who I used to play with. I remember them moving in, going round for tea, and just hanging out with Dean. I wasn’t certain but I recall her with a partner, I think his name was Andy, but I wasn’t sure. (more…)

It was a blistering hot summer day. I had just walked a couple of miles from the auto dealer repair shop where I had left my car for a tune up. Normally it’s a pleasant walk but today it was just sweaty. I was nearly home when a voice behind me said, “Oh good, could you help me with this?”

I heard her bike come to a stop. It was Kimberly, my neighbor, kitty corner from across the street. I was standing right in front of her house. Kimberly and her husband are a young couple that purchased their first home here several months ago. Kimberly is a grade school teacher. I’m not quite sure what her husband does but he does it in a suit and he is gone by 7 am and back around six. They were young, good looking, and athletic. They always seemed to be doing something energetic like biking, snowboarding, rock climbing, running. They dove into fixing up their new house by refinishing the floors, painting, gardening, and even jack hammering out the back cement patio. I used to be like that but after two decades in the same house there isn’t that much more to do and I can afford to hire people to do most of those projects now.
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Went to work for her that summer, I was a teenage kid far from home. I was 19 years old, about 5′8″, short brown hair, blue eyes, and pretty muscular. I saw the help wanted flier on a telephone pole. ‘Help wanted. I need a strong young man to help out a widowed middle aged woman with chores around the house.’ I called the number that was on the bottom of the flier. When she answered the phone I almost couldn’t speak.

“Hello” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Hello, my name is Kristofer Hawk, and I was enquiring about the job you have posted on the fliers.” I replied with a little nervousness in my voice.

“Ok Kristofer, can you meet me as the address on the flier and I would like to interview you, can’t be to careful now a days.” She replied (more…)

“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal.
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It’s a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I’m lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. It’s an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls.

Lust is an incredible motivator. A year ago a friend and I were ogling the young beauties on the beach and bemoaning the fact that we could no longer attract such women. We were, after all, middle-aged men in our forties and not particularly successful financially. Certainly our physical condition was not on par with the muscular young studs that often accompanied the objects of our desire. What could we offer these girls? They would remain forever out of our reach. (more…)

Why had me thoughts of late been keeping me up nights, why could I not stop thinking about sex and why could I not keep my hands off myself? The answers to these questions were simple.

Whole afternoons would merge into a haze of self-pleasure. Having orgasm after orgasm letting my mind run away with me and not feeling the slightest bit of guilt about the fact that I had taken time off work to deal with some personal issues. If the office knew that my personal issues simply involved lying on my bed whilst having the most wonderful flashbacks to a night of sex that I could not forget, I’m fairly sure they’d have had a few words to say about it.

A particular fantasy had stuck in my head for months before and I had finally found an outlet. The dream had been for me to be taken by an older man someone who knew what they were doing, what they wanted. I was young at the age of twenty-three and had had little in the way of positive sexual experiences. Meeting men at clubs and bars, leading to drunken fumblings, inadequate sex, and swift, awkward goodbyes in the morning. I was desperate for something or someone to break the rut I was in and knew just the chap for the job. (more…)

It was one of the hottest summers on record in the UK. I was in my school summer holidays, so had loads of free time for messing around with mates.

One evening, our parents all met up round at Adam’s house for a barbeque. Adam’s mother, Sue, had been a fantasy of mine for some time, and I was looking forward to seeing her again….

There must have been about 30 of us there, as the garden was packed with people. I went into the kitchen to get a drink of Coke, and found Sue in the kitchen having a glass of wine, relaxing away from the masses for a moment. We spoke a little, and I leant against the kitchen unit opposite her. As we spoke, I looked her up and down; from her gorgeous, long black hair; past her deep, entrancing brown eyes; over her softly pouted lips; down to her ample, firm breasts with her deep, smooth cleavage. My eyes then looked further; down over her tight stomach; and down to her delicate feet encased in her strappy stilettos. Sadly the rest of her, namely her long, slender legs, were covered in a shimmering silk sarong. (more…)

The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.

I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.
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Tess watched as her neighbor’s nephew waved them goodbye, he was very good-looking, the single 39 year old woman thought. Still, no reason to get excited, at age 22 he certainly wasn’t going to be interested in an old bag like her. Not that she really felt that old, or even thought that she looked like an old bag, but for a cute 22 year old male that’s probably what he’d see. Oh well, too bad, she sighed… first new guy in the neighborhood in years and way too young for her. Tossing her short brown hair over her shoulder, she decided to make a casserole for him… chances were on his first day in he wouldn’t know the kitchen there very well. And she should introduce herself anyway since her neighbors Pat and Kathy had asked her to keep an eye out on him during the summer while he house-sat for them. Not that they didn’t trust him implicitly, but it never hurt to have an extra pair of eyes. (more…)