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I sat at home on this particular Friday night. My wife, Susan, had called earlier from work to let me know, that she planned to stop off at a bar with some co-workers for a drink or two. This was fine, as it had been a long day and a night of television alone sounded really inviting. About 8:15 the phone rang, it was Susan. It seems everyone went their separate ways after one drink, but she was not ready to call it a night. She asked me to please come join her. Well the thought of being in a bar with my wife, knowing that the drunker she got, the wilder she became, got me instantly excited. I agreed, hung up the phone, grabbed my jacket and was out the door. As I drove to the bar, my thoughts were filled with visions of Susan. I knew that once she was drinking, she would indulge my smoking fetish. Thoughts of her smoking Virginia Slim 120's, blowing the smoke at me and teasing me were enough to give me a massive erection. I arrived at the bar, parked the car and headed inside with great anticipation of what the night would offer.
Once inside, I looked around for Susan. There, in a back corner table I could see her shoulder length red hair flowing side to side. She was wearing a nice white sweater that showed off her massive breasts wonderfully. She had a knee length black leather skirt on with black pantyhose and some nice heels. She was still wearing her black leather gloves, "Yes!” I had thought to myself. In addition to my smoking fetish, Susan knew the sight of her in any type of leather or latex would drive me into a sexual frenzy.
She threw up her hand and said, “Honey, over here!".
I made my way through the bar to where she was sitting. She got up and gave me a big hug and a kiss.
"Oh thank you so much for coming out, I just wasn't ready to go home yet".
We sat down and motioned for the waitress. We ordered a round of drinks and as the waitress left, Susan reached out and touched my face.
"We are gonna have some fun tonight."
She smiled a wicked smile and winked at me. Of course a big grin came across my face, as I thought of all the possibilities the night could bring. "What are you two doing here?"
I heard the all too familiar voice from behind me. It was Hanna, our neighbor and Susan's "drinking buddy", as we affectionately called her.
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I am a 36yr old housewife married for ten years and live in a quiet suburban area. This letter is about what happened just after I wed. I was very naïve about sex and had never done anything exciting although I seem to attract the attention of many men. I had then shoulder length blonde hair and a good figure with 36c bust which looked bigger because of my slim waist.
Anyway after six months of marriage I lost my job and my husband suggested I stay home awhile before looking for another. I tended to get a bit bored and one of the things I looked forward to was the company of two men, one almost 60, the other 55. They were retired and did peoples gardens for a bit of extra cash and to keep busy.
Sometimes I let them into the house for a drink or chatted to them in the garden. Nothing sexual ever crossed my mind, or I think theirs until one afternoon when they were leaving one of them dropped a magazine. I picked it up and was about to call them back when I realised it was a sex magazine. Instead of giving it back I began to thumb through it. I had never seen anything like it before; it featured mainly women being spanked. I was amazed; I had never associated sexual pleasure with that sort of thing and was shocked to find these elderly gentlemen reading such things. One picture showed a woman bent over a man’s knee and her skirt pulled up being smacked with his hand. Another showed a series of pictures that started with a woman in a room with three men. As the pictures progressed she was touched up and then they bent her over a chair and pulled down her panties taking turns to spank her.
The ones that really caused me to have a funny feeling were at the back of the book. They showed men with their penises out and masturbating while women were spanked. Some showed the woman holding a cock. It made me feel turned on and so I settled down to have a really good look. I was very excited at seeing pictures of men’s cocks and fascinated on how these women let themselves be treated like that. Something about the whole idea of being spanked intrigued me - it was very kinky and unusual.
When the men were about to finish for the day I called the elder one in and gathering up courage I handed him the magazine saying, “You dropped this earlier.”
He was shocked and spent the next five minutes apologising to me. As he seemed more embarrassed than me I felt brave enough to say that it was OK and I had looked at it and found it interesting.
“At my age it’s just for a bit of excitement,” he said.
Then he asked me not to tell his wife. I said I wouldn’t and somehow it made me feel a little naughty sharing a sex secret with another man. Before he left he said he was glad that I had found it worth looking at and that I wasn’t annoyed. When they had gone it wasn’t long before I was laid on the bed with my hand inside my knickers. For the next few days my mind kept thinking about the unusual sex magazine. It had excited me more than just pictures of couples making love would have done. I had never had any desire to look at porn magazines but these had had a strange effect on me.
Next time the men came to do the garden I found I was very excited. I wondered if the subject would get mentioned again though I wouldn’t dare ask if he had any more books. When I heard a knock at the door and saw the elder man I invited him in. He apologised again and said that he hoped I wasn’t disgusted with what I had seen. I reassured him that it was fine and that I found it interesting and said that it was the first time I had seen such a thing.
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It amazed me what could happen when you didn't expect it. Hell, I didn't even think it was a possibility for it to occur. I have been going out with my girlfriend for over a year now, and we are both very happy with each other, but there are just some things I thought she could never do. After all, she didn't have a cock, and that was what I wanted. I had these thoughts for a long time, but never had acted on them.
I was an avid chatroom watcher, sometimes interjecting a comment here or there when I had an opinion, whether it was asked for or not. It was then that it started with a friendly IM. His screenname was 'GoodTimeCharlie'. He wrote that he liked my profile and I thanked him for the comment. We talked for a little while longer about little stuff before he started asking questions. "How old are you? What do you look like? Where do you live?"
"25; 6'1", 200lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, clean shaven; where I live is on a need to know basis, when I think you need to know, I'll tell you." were my answers.
That last question kind of threw me a little bit. "What are you into?"
"What am I into? In what way do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, sexually."
"Women." I replied.
"I'm sure you are, most of the good guys I talk to seem to be, but can you honestly tell me that you've never thought about having sex with another guy? I mean, come on. It's just you me and the computer. I won't judge you for what you think about."
"Well, I guess I have had thoughts about being with another guy. I mean, hasn't everybody at one time or another?" I questioned.
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The Doctor looked out the tinted window of the Rolls as it swept through the gate, peering over the rims of his dark glasses at the lush and manicured lawn, the neat flower beds. all as sunny and idyllic as a bride could wish for. The towers of the Pittsfield hotel could just be seen over the green trees and soon the large tent was visible, set up on the lawn just outside the hotel.
“God how I hate being out in the daytime.” he said. “Especially among a bunch of your relatives at some sort of pagan fertility rite. I’ll bet they won’t even be speaking English.”
Dhipa elbowed him playfully. “Would you stop! Of course they speak English, and we’re not pagans. It’s my favorite cousin’s wedding, and it’s a very important occasion. I’m sure it will be lovely.”
“Is this what our wedding will look like?” he asked her.
She looked down her nose at him. “Perhaps. But much grander.”
“There won’t be any animal sacrifice? No fire walkers, that sort of thing?”
She slapped his knee. “Now stop that! These are all very important people: my parents’ friends, all the leaders of the Pakistani community here. They all want to meet you so be good. You’re an art dealer, remember.”
“Yes, of course.” He turned back to the window as the Rolls came to a gentle halt near the tent, which was festooned with balloons and enormous bunches of flowers. A crowd had already gathered, the men in their black or white tuxedos standing in knots and talking, the women bustling around with trays of food and drink, looking like flowers themselves in their brightly colored clothes. Children ran about chasing each other and screaming happily. The pool had not yet opened for swimming but they were already hysterical with excitement.
It was a perfect day for a wedding, sunny and hot with the sky an intense, vivid blue and the grass a vibrant green. Everything was alive with color and excitement and the Doctor frowned when he saw all the gaiety. He would have much preferred to skip this event, but Dhipa had begged and pleaded, wheedled and pouted to get him to come. This was the social event of the year for her, perhaps the decade, and everyone would be there; how could she not show? It would cause talk, scandal. Furthermore, by now everyone had heard of her betrothal to the Doctor but few had met him or even knew anything about him other than that he was enormously wealthy and not Pakistani.
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You’d finally made it. After saving for so long, you were sitting on an airplane that was making it’s final approach to Honolulu. The day was unbelievable out there – sunlight so bright you could almost feel it on your skin already. The cotton-candy clouds billowed pristinely against the clear blue of the late afternoon sky and you could already see the palm trees waving in the gentle ocean breeze. There was the craggy hull of Diamond Head, the green carpet of Punchbowl, the nautical traffic in Pearl Harbor and finally the long reef runway that was the plane’s destination.
The first thing you notice after entering the terminal is the air. It is thick and warm, an intangible tropical blanket that drapes gently over all your senses. The salt breeze is a tang in your nostrils, punctuated by the sweetness of flowers wafting in from a distance.
Peace and quiet for a week! And even the “crowd” at the airport is small and pleasant as you grab a taxi to take you downtown. Your hotel reservation is in a place called the Hale Koa, right on Waikiki Beach. From what you’ve heard, that’s where you can find anything you want on the island, along that strip. Unless, of course, if you’re a surfer, then you’d have to go up to North Shore, but that was only a half hour away.
The resort is huge but that same sense of calm hangs here too. Your room is small but adequate and cozy. You don’t plan to spend very much time in here anyhow.
After a shower to wash away the long hours of flight, you dress casually, planning on a walk through the district and an informal dinner somewhere. Watching the crowds from your room’s balcony, you realize that shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops are the accepted style of dress here, so you follow custom, relishing the comfort and freedom you feel away from all the bonds of home and work. Everyone seems so laid back here.
Again, you are amazed at how peaceful the city is, even amidst the nightlife crowds. It’s clean here, you see no fights, you don’t even feel the urge to continually check to make sure your wallet is still in your pocket.
After an hour or so of walking up one side of the strip and down the other, and after pausing to view the most wonderful sunset on earth, you give in to the gnawing hunger growing in your belly. One of the little kiosks you approach smells too good to pass by. You read their short menu and get an explanation of several items you don’t recognize, then decide to have a pork manapua and plain saimin. You lean on a nearby railing and try the new dishes.
The manapua is a thick doughy bland bread baked with a sweet, spicy pork filling. It melts pleasantly on your tongue – a different taste than you’ve ever known. Even though it nearly fills you up, the saimin noodles are calling your name. This is a very Japanese taste – these thick egg noodles – but you realize that about 60% of the people you’ve encountered this afternoon are Japanese.
Now, feeling happily satisfied, you want to find a little of that party atmosphere that Waikiki is famous for.
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