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Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t trade being a father and a parent for anything in the world. But since the birth of our son, I had seen subtle changes in my wife Jenny that had, over a long, slow period of time, drastically altered our sex life.

As I escorted our young son out to the car so I could drop him off at the baby-sitters, I turned and waved as usual back towards Jenny who stood, as usual, at the front door, waving and seeing the two of us off.

Like most “young” couples, we both worked. And part of our “daily” routine was for me to drop our son off in the morning on my way to work. Jenny would now begin the process of getting ready herself, and would be the one to pickup our son at day’s end.
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My patient lay on his bed, his nude body covered with a thin, white blanket. When I entered the room in my tight little nurse’s uniform, his eyes lit up. When he saw what I carried in my gloved hands, a wide grin split his face.

“You’ve been such a good patient, I thought you deserved a treat,” I said as I placed the items on the bedside table. I pulled the blanket off his muscular body and left it in a pile at the foot of the bed. “Well someone’s happy to see me,” I declared as his cock stood at attention.
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I was in town on business and decided the company could afford for me to have one night out while I had to spend a night in a strange time and potentially a cold empty bed. So after the meetings finished I headed back to the hotel to get ready for a night of adventure and who knows what.

I quickly got undressed and headed for the shower as the hat water hit me I felt my balls start to tingle and my cock was stirring I had to make a great effort not to arouse myself too much as I washed myself and thought what might be happening later on. I quickly dried myself threw on a pair of Dockers and a fairly snug fitting top and was ready for the night ahead.
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The mechanical clink of the lock sounds as the key turns in lock of the front door. He is the first to arrive home, even after making a couple stops to prepare for the evening. Pushing the door open, he carries in a small black plastic bag. They have been planning a night out for over a week, and that night has finally come. He closes the front door behind him and heads towards the kitchen. Reaching into the refridgerator, he grabs a soda to cool his throat. He leans against the counter, drinking his soda.
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Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful clothing, the smell of incense filled the air along with the delicate sounds of wind chimes hanging from the stalls. Most of the items for sale where trashy and could easily be found at a garage sale for half the price, though every now and then you could find something interesting and on the rare occasion a bargain. It was the atmosphere that attracted Amy, she seldom purchased anything, and when she did it was always a dried bunch of colourful posies as she did as a child.
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Reader: This story is a continuation of the “A Much Needed Spa Treatment” series. For the most part it will stand alone, but some might make more sense if you have read the whole series. Thanks for any comments you might want to leave!

Just a few short hours ago, George had been in his office looking over resumes for the drafting and mechanical engineering job he and Ben had created at his company. It had been hard to concentrate. Ben had narrowed the field of applicants down to a half –dozen. He could of let Ben do the interviewing and hiring, but, as good a general manager Ben was, he was still young. George would let Ben give his opinion, but in the end it was his company and his decision. He gave each of the resumes a cursory glance and stuffed them in his briefcase. He would look them over more carefully later.
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My name is Brenda. I’m 27 separated with a two year old son. My husband the prick moved out when I found out he had an affair with one of his old girlfriends. I don’t want him back for with me it was rare and with her it was nightly.

My biggest problem is after my son has gone to bed. The angel is a great sleeper and sleeps from 8 in the evening until 8 in the morning. That leaves me with too much time after all the cleaning is done and preparations are made for the next day.

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I finally found out why Calvin has been acting weird. It turns out that he has been cheating on me. But I’m not upset with him like I thought I would be. Well I guess I should start at the beginning.

It was late last night, and my parents where gone for the entire week, so Calvin was staying with me for a few days. Around midnight I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I noticed that Calvin wasn’t in bed with me. I just figured he was in the kitchen getting himself a snack. After I got done in the bathroom, I went looking for him, but he wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. So I went back upstairs thinking he was probably back in my bedroom. Before I got to my room, I saw that Eric’s door was slightly open, and his light was on. I don’t know why I was so curious, but I started walking towards his room. As I got closer I heard somebody moaning, and figured Eric had brought one of his boyfriends home for some fun. I got to his door, and was just going to close it for him, but I took a peek, I’m not sure why. And that’s when I saw Eric sitting in his chair, with somebody else’s head in his lap. Eric was moaning louder than ever.
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You have heard some of my stories; you know how I am easily seduced by the thought of seduction. I have attributed my willingness and ambivalence to a pre-disposition to please others and be accepted. I have been told by expensive shrinks I have this need to please. I want to please my husband, and I want to please the men I am with. I want their attention, their touch, their words, and their love. I like the sex, but I think I am addicted to a need to be needed. For as long as I can remember my marriage has been virtually devoid of affection, kindness, consideration.
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Allison woke to the sound of her alarm buzzing in her ear. She rolled over and turned it off, squinting to make out the time. 5:45 am…why so early? And then she remembered…today was her “play” day. She planned to have as many orgasms as possible throughout the day…starting right now. Just thinking about all the nasty things she planned to do today was getting her excited.

She grabbed her remote and turned on the TV and VCR, where she’d left one of her favorite dirty movies. As she watched the girl on screen being forced to perform various sexual acts, Allison caressed her 18-year-old body. At 5′3″, with long brown hair, sultry green eyes, pouty red lips and a perfect tan, she was a knockout. Her 34-C breasts, tiny waist, and full hips had every guy at her high school dreaming about her. Wouldn’t they die if they could see her now…
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