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Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel I told him that the bedroom was a lot more comfortable… he agreed and we got up and went into the bedroom. When we got there he almost immediately took off his pants! I said, Oops! I'm sorry, I not ready to get naked yet… just thought this would be more comfortable. So I listened to all your advice and finally settled on trying to get him on board and enjoy my fantasy so much that it becomes his fantasy too. I came up with an idea on how to start it off and I went through with it on Saturday night. I glanced over at my husband as we walked out the door and he started walking out at about the same time. We went our way to his car … The plan was for my husband to follow us and I would make out with him in the parking lot giving my husband a chance to get up to the apartment first.

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I tend to agree nothing sexual happens with an actual massage clinic. There can be exceptions but I have been to a few places before and nothing ever happened other than the professional massage. It’s a bit of work but once I got going and saw results it became an obsession, best part of my day. Twenty years (and pounds) ago, I was a good athlete and played competitive tennis and soccer. (Lauren met me later and refuses to believe that I’m capable of extending past whatever speed I get up to when I run to the free sample line at Costco.) Whenever Lauren is introduced to something new, it changes her entire perspective on life. Until the following day when she forgets about it. I excuse myself to go upstairs. I am not as organized as Lauren and don’t plan weekends away. But I will now pretend to use the bathroom for the next thirty minutes.

Are you sure that you wouldn't get mad?" I took another sip of the drink he had made, as it seemed like a good thing to do to make the answer seem casual. I found myself looking at him and wondering how good a kisser he was??? I wondered if he would make a pass or not? I wondered what he thought of me? And then dismissed those thoughts as I thought of my husband sitting at the bar…… and watching. I glanced over in his direction and saw him smiling at me. I decide against the television route. If Lauren walks in and they are watching TV, she will assume they have been in front of the TV all weekend. Well, that was about it that night as we went home together and I had almost forgotten all about it but when we were making love….. He asked me if I was thinking about the other guy? I told him that I hadn't been but he pressed on and we talked about it for a long time that night. I was feeling a little strange as I sorta felt that he wanted to see me do something that would cause us to break up! But then I was kind of curious as to whether he would get jealous or not. Maybe because I was secretly hoarding some sexy thoughts myself! Just one time I thought there could have been “something” was the way her hands wandered on my chest in a non massage way for a brief moment.He replied "I saw you up there" (speaking of me dancing with the stranger) "and you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself!""AND if you had pushed up against him any harder you'd have done it right there on the dance floor" He told my hand and placed in over his crotch pressing himself against me and making it obvious that he had a partial erection! I smiled and we kissed! We made love and I played with the thought of making love to a different man. The fantasy wasn't necessarily a different fantasy but now it was a possible fantasy and I found the thought very exciting. verifyErrors }}{{ message }}{{ /verifyErrors }}{{ We started out okay on Friday. I have since been broken down. In this case, I used McDonald’s as a bribe to get my kids to cooperate while getting ready for soccer (which didn’t work anyway). I also want to close the weekend strong so that Daddy gets proper credit. What’s the point of this weekend if not to make me the favorite parent?

At home, we watch New York Minute with the Olsen twins which won 14 Academy Awards, I believe. I try not to look at my phone and the college football games. Liz loves it. It’s kind of entertaining. Wait, whether they are in fact my kids. But I can’t imagine there’s a man out there who Lauren could have had an affair with who has this level of disregard for food. SUNDAY AFTERNOON It excited the hell out of me to see him running his hands all over her body, including her gorgeous ass! Then he asked her to turn over and she did! There she was, with her naked tits and pussy fully exposed to his eyes, and hands. He seemed able to get his hands on nearly every bit of her body's surface.

It was at that point that I made a great decision. I told my wife that I had just remembered a meeting I needed to go to and would have to leave. I asked what his fee was and gave him the money, plus another twenty, and told him to "do whatever she needs".

I am in the mind there must be some women who get propositioned for beyond professional services within or outside work hours for more money. And I would think most would not appreciate the offer. M. (clinic halfway done) I have finally gotten their cleats and shin guards on. Liz is wearing jeans because she only cares about her appearance and has no interest in running, which, at least when I was He was right… I had been enjoying myself and I had enough drinks in me to relax… and for a few moments there I had forgotten about him being in the audience and had just relaxed and gone with the flow. Rich, the guy I was dancing with, was an attractive man about 6 ft tall, strong and very muscular. He had curly hair and a very disarming manner. I was attracted, but the thought of going to bed with him hadn't even entered into my mind.

Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing God it felt so good that I didn't' want him to stop but I didn't want it to go any further either. I told him Yes, Honey… I'm sure I wouldn't get mad. But I can't promise that I won't get HOT! And I know that "Shorty" will give you a standing salute! A little about us… We've been married about a year, I'm 27, and he's 35. I'm about 5'6", 132lbs with "C" breasts and a flat stomach. He's about 6'0", 190 lbs, muscular and with some sexy hair on his chest and very strong arms. He was prodding now… and I felt as though he was trying to inject something else into it that wasn't there. I replied, "No!"