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My neighbor Rhea and I probably have the most charmed lives ever. We’re around the same age, mid-30s, and live across from each other on a beautiful street filled with upscale homes. We both have husbands who travel frequently and leave us to our own devious devices. My hubby, Chris, knows Rhea and I sometimes play together. Our Sapphic hookups are a constant source of amusement and arousal for him. He gets hot when I tell him about our “lonely wife” strap-on sessions and nude pool parties.

Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night. His name is Marcus, 38 years old. He is teaching a physical education related subject so almost everyday, he wears jogging pants and fitted sando wrapping around his massive body. Drooling over Marcus is not actually foreign in this university. Almost every woman, especially the slutty ones, are vulgar about their fantasies of him. Some even tried to offer him a one night stand, tried to seduce him, and some even did what they read in stories—a student failed in his subject, he would call her in his office and she would try to seduce him by exposing her body and body figure.

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Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

My entire body rapidly caught on fire as I touched myself, rubbing my inner folds, getting my fingers wet with my juices. Sven's dirty texts swam through my head. I'll pin you to the floor and fuck you hard until all you can do is twitch under me and scream my name. That was my favourite so far. He made being helpless sound so sexy, I couldn't believe I was down for it. I was about to slide a finger from behind into my little love box when I heard movement behind me. I immediately withdrew my fingers, ready to stand up just in case it wasn't Sven and a coworker instead, but his voice reached me, and I shuddered.

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No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

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