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"Oopsie," Paige giggled as she tripped on the threshold and grabbed for the doorknob, the wall, anything to keep from falling, again. She couldn't remember when she'd had this much to drink and it was hitting her hard. She was trying to be quiet so as not to wake Dale, her husband, but knew she was being WAY too loud.

Something caught her and hauled her upright, holding her as she swayed. Her high heels dangled from one hand and her keys from another as she blinked the haze from her eyes and stared into Dale's. "Uh oh," she muttered as she saw the anger there. "Honey I'm home," she giggled, breaking off when he didn't smile.

She'd only meant to have one drink with the girls. It was Holly's birthday and they were going to stop by the pub for a drink to celebrate and then go home. But one had turned into one dozen, or more, she really couldn't remember now, and she knew it was late, just not how late.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dale asked and even through the alcohol she could hear the anger, and the worry, in his tone. "I've been calling your cell phone for hours. I called the police, the hospitals, everywhere. I thought you'd been in an accident or murdered or something."

"I'm fine," Paige said, trying to stand without leaning on her irate hubby. "We just had a drink or two, what's the big deal?"

"A drink or two?" Dale asked through clenched teeth. "It's two fucking o'clock in the God Damn MORNING!!" Paige blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information she'd just received. "Just how big were those fucking drinks anyway?" he asked sarcastically.

"Huh?" Paige asked, totally missing his sarcasm. "Aww, don't be mad baby, it was Holly's birthday and we wanted to celebrate." She tried to remember what all she'd done but really couldn't, images flashed behind her eyes but the details escaped her. "I'm sorry, I should have called," she tried to whisper in a seductive voice, but it just came out slurred.

Leaning toward Dale she tried to kiss him and his eyes went wide as the smell on her breath hit him. Bewildered by his response she gasped as he jerked away, his eyes narrowing with anger. "You fucking cunt, where the fuck have you been?" Dale shouted. Paige smelled quite strongly of sex and his heart thundered in his chest as his gut began to roil.

"Did you fucking cheat on me?" he asked, stunned, hurt and getting madder by the second.

"W-w-w-what?" Paige asked in a bewildered voice. Her eyes grew misty as she tried to recall the events of the evening. The shock as she recalled some of them showed on her face, along with her guilt. Had she been watching Dale she would have seen his face change also, from one of worry and hurt to anger. Raw unbridled passionate anger that blazed in his eyes at the thought of his wife in another man's arms changed his countenance as his lips thinned and his nostrils flared.

"You fucking cunt!" Dale roared. Turning his back to her he slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a dent in the drywall. The pain in his hand was a welcome diversion from the agony of his heart breaking and he pulled back to hit the wall again, harder this time. Paige, realizing she'd fucked up royally, reached for him, desperate to set right whatever it was she'd done, although she didn't really remember what it was.

Dale spun away from her touch and Paige fell, sprawling onto the hardwood floor with a thump. Rolling over she shook her head, trying to clear the alcohol fog from her brain as Dale looked on in horror. He skirt had flown up as she fell and Paige's shaved pussy was on display, glistening with moisture that coated her lips and the insides of her thighs.

Dale believed that a man should never hit a woman but in that moment he understood why some did. His rage was a tangible thing, so strong that he knew if he didn't get out of the room he was going to do something he shouldn't. Wordlessly, hands clenched in rage and teeth grinding to bite back the words that wanted to come, Dale fled the house.

Paige heard the slamming of the door and tried to sit up. She knew something had happened, something really bad, and when her thoughts, slowed by alcohol, finally caught up with events transpiring around her, she called out to him in desperation, even as one part of her mind knew it was too late.

She heard the roar of the exhaust on his diesel pickup and the squeal of the tires on the concrete driveway as he backed out of the drive. Rising up on her elbows she looked past her feet toward the closed door, blinking as she heard his truck drive away. Glancing down at herself and her splayed legs her stomach lurched.

Her panties were gone, where or when she'd lost them she didn't know, and her thighs and pussy glistened with drying moisture. Her heart leaped into her throat at the implications and she suddenly felt sick. Too drunk to stand she crawled, bouncing off walls and chairs, into the hall bathroom and threw herself at the stool. Her stomach heaved again and again as she tried to empty it. She began to sob as the realization of what she'd done hit her.

Paige woke feeling sick to her stomach. The condition she found herself in didn't help matters either. Her hand dangled in a stool filled with vomit, and the smell hit her, causing her stomach to try and empty anything that remained in it on top of the mess she'd already made.

When her heaving subsided and she finally, after three times, got the mess in the bowl to flush she looked around, taking stock of herself. She sat on the cold bathroom tile in a puddle of her own piss, the urine smell cloying and she puked again, barely getting her head over the bowl in time.

Nothing but bile came up as she heaved again and again until her stomach hurt almost as bad as her head. Paige's heart ached the most and she sobbed as she remembered the condition she'd arrived home in. Dale was her world and now she'd destroyed that, ruined it all for some drunken fun she didn't even remember.

Or did she? As she finally made it to her feet and peeled the urine soaked clothes from her body she tried to piece together the fragments of memory from the night before. She remembered, of course, arriving at the pub and having several drinks. She'd meant to stop at one but they were having so much fun she'd had several more.

She vaguely remembered a taxi ride; in one of those minivan taxi's and ... her heart lurched as she clapped a hand that smelled of piss and vomit to her mouth to catch the gasp that tore from her chest. The strip club, she remembered that. It had been ladies night, which meant all the strippers were male. Gagging from the smell of her hand she stepped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as she could stand it.

She remembered more drinks and guys dancing around naked, and ... struggling to remember more she sobbed as the hot water cascaded over her body. Had she fucked one of the strippers? She honestly couldn't remember but all the evidence said she had. Remembering this she cupped her hand to her pussy, it felt, well, used, like it did the morning after she and Dale had fucked.

Instinct brought her fingers to her nose but she didn't smell the odor of stale semen like she normally did after sex with Dale. Her fingers smelled like pussy, a highly aroused pussy, but she didn't detect the odor of semen there. Sticking her fingers inside herself she shoved them up so far it hurt, but again, she didn't find any traces of semen inside her. "At least he used a condom or pulled out," she told herself, knowing that didn't really make things better.

She scrubbed her hair four times, washed her body five, even shoving soapy fingers into her cunt as she tried to wash away her guilt. When her knuckles brushed her asshole a vivid memory stood out and a cry of anguish tore from her throat.

Someone had licked her there and then shoved fingers into her ass, something she'd never let even Dale, the love of her life, do. Leaning against the shower wall as the hot water turned her skin bright red she cried until she couldn't cry anymore.

The water had long since turned cold by the time she stepped from the shower. Operating on autopilot she dried off and slipped into her robe, the soft one Dale had bought her for their first anniversary. This set off more crying and tears she'd thought had run dry dripped from her face onto the white cloth as she made her way down the hall toward the bedroom.

Paige suddenly remembered her cell phone and taking pictures with it at the strip club. Rushing back to the front of the house she found her purse where she'd dropped it when she fell. The dent in the drywall reminded her of Dale's anger and she sobbed anew as she dug the phone from her purse.

Tears blurred her eyes but the pictures didn't lie. They showed all the girls dancing and cavorting with the strippers. There was even on of Holly jacking a well hung guy off, her tit's pulled out of her top for everyone to see. Caroline was in one, her lips wrapped around a large cock and Paige frantically searched through the rest, hoping that there wasn't any of her.

"Well duh," she told herself a few moments later, "It's your phone, of course there aren't any pictures of you." There were pictures of all the other women though, engaged in playing with or sucking on one of the strippers' cocks. She wondered just what kind of photo's the other girls had on their phones of her.

"I knew I should have just come home last night," Paige lamented. She'd told the others that since she was married she wouldn't stay long but had ended up spending most of the night with them. Now she trembled in fear and shame as she realized her mistake may have cost her the love of the man she adored.

"Paige!" Dale's voice startled her and she jumped from the bed where she'd been setting. She hadn't even heard him come in and she shook with renewed guilt and fear. Fear that he'd come to get his things and was leaving her made fresh tears spill down her cheeks, but it wasn't the only fear she felt.

A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled his anger the night before. Paige had never seen Dale that angry and worried what he would do to her. She didn't believe he would hit her but he was so angry last night. Pulling her robe tight she moved tentatively to the open bedroom door, listening for sounds from the rest of the house.

"Paige, get your slutty, lying, cheating, whore ass out here right this instant!!" Dale's strident voice filled the house making Paige jump. Trembling in fear she quietly made her way down the hall, stopping at the opening to the living room. Dale stood in the center of the room looking rough. Paige would have wagered a year's salary he'd slept little at all, if any, the night before.

"Well, at least you washed yourself slut," Dale said, his scathing voice like a razor across her heart. Paige couldn't even look him in the eye as she stopped, leaning against the wall for support. "So, who was he, just some guy you just met or has this been going on for a while?" Dale wanted to know. His tone crushed her already broken heart, but having no answer was even worse.

"I ... I ... I don't know Dale," Paige answered in a defeated tone. "I don't remember much of last night at all, I guess I got pretty drunk."

"YOU GUESS?" Dale almost screamed. Paige held her pounding head as he went on. "You fuck some guy ... God only knows who, come home drunk and reeking of sex at two o'clock in the fucking morning after I've been waiting since SEVEN o'clock the night before, and all you can say is you don't remember and you GUESS you were drunk?"

"I'm sorry," Paige whispered softly.

"That's it, just I'm sorry?" Dale asked in an icy voice. "You fuck around on me and all you can say is "I'm sorry." You should be down on your knees begging me to forgive you not just saying "I'm sorry." I wish I'd known what a slut you were before I married you."

Paige sobbed as she tried to meet Dale's eyes through the haze of tears in her own. Would he forgive her if she crawled to him she wondered. Realizing there was only one way to find out she dropped to her knees in the hall and began to crawl toward Dale. If he wanted her to crawl, to beg for forgiveness, she'd do it.

Dale watched, shocked, as his wife who'd always been a proud take charge kind of girl, crawled like a wounded animal toward him sobbing all the way. Dale had never seen Paige like this and he felt his anger slip a little to be replaced by, lust? It was an angry lust but he couldn't deny the swelling of his cock in his jeans. As he watched her full breasts sway in the gap at the neck of her robe Dale wanted nothing more than to fuck the bitch into submission.

He wanted to reclaim her, to fuck her so hard that she'd be his for eternity, to hear her screaming as he plowed his cock into her cunt over and over, or even better, into her tight asshole which she'd always denied him. But before he could do that Dale had to exorcise the specter of the man she'd fucked the night before. It was something he didn't know if he could do.

"Dale, please forgive me!" Paige sobbed as she finally arrived at his feet. "I'm so sorry baby, I'll do anything to make this up to you. I love you Dale and I never would have done anything if I wasn't drunk, I swear it baby. Please don't leave me, I'm so sorry."

"Before I can even think about forgiving you I need to know EXACTLY what I'm forgiving you for," Dale said coldly.

"For cheating on you," Paige blurted. "Please forgive me for cheating on you."

"That's not good enough," Dale snorted. "I want details. Who was he? What did you do with him and I want DETAILS. Was there more than one? Did you tell him you loved him?" His voice caught on the last one and he turned away for a moment, staring at the wall.

"But I don't remember!" Paige wailed.

"Then you might want to call your friends and find out," Dale spat. He was angry with her, but also with her friends. A true friend would have stopped his wife from doing something stupid while under the influence of alcohol. Of course, his wife shouldn't have drunk like that when he wasn't around, just to be safe. He didn't drink much if she wasn't with him as he knew his own past record regarding such things.

Paige started to rise to retrieve her phone from the bedroom but Dale grunted and she froze, looking up at him. "You crawl if you need to go somewhere," he snapped. "Besides, you didn't ask me permission to go anywhere slut."

"I'm sorry, Please Dale, I need to get my phone if I'm going to call the girls," Paige whimpered.

"Then ASK!" Dale snapped. He felt a thrill of power that he'd never experienced before. Having Paige on her knees and begging him for forgiveness was a huge turn on. Having her ask for permission to do something had his cock straining the physical properties of his zipper.

"Dale, please, can I go get my phone so I can call the girls?" Paige asked in a subdued voice.

"Yes, but you crawl there and you crawl right back here to me," Dale replied.

"Yes Dale," Paige sighed. "Thank you." Dale watched as his wife turned and crawled away from him. The short robe he'd gotten her as a gift rode up, exposing her firm ass and shaved pussy and he smiled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. He fought the urge to pounce on her and bury his cock in her ass, fucking her into submission.

Paige disappeared down the hall and he waited until she returned, her phone in one hand as she crawled back to him, resuming her position kneeling at his feet. "Can I call them now Dale?" she asked a little breathlessly. He nodded and she scrolled through her list of contacts trying to decide who to call first. Making a decision she punched a contact and waited for the phone to ring.

"Hey girl, wow, we thought you'd still be sleeping it off," Caroline said as soon as she answered. "You were so trashed last night."

"I know," Paige answered softly. "God, I didn't do anything stupid did I?" she asked, unable to keep the worry from her voice.

"Nothing the rest of us didn't do," Caroline quipped. "Hey, uhm ... those pictures you took of me sucking on the stripper's cock, can you delete them please?" she asked.

"Sure," Paige said. Dreading the answer she asked the question she had to ask. "Do you, or any of the others, have pictures of me doing something like that?" Caroline could hear the worry in Paige's voice and laughed.

"Wow, you were drunk," she replied. "You don't remember dancing nude on the stage with that well hung black guy?" Paige turned white at her words and made a grunting sound like she'd been kicked in the stomach. Dale cocked an eyebrow at her but she missed it through the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Just kidding girl," Caroline continued with a laugh. "No, you wouldn't even jack one of them off, even though I've never seen you that drunk before. You kept saying you were married and couldn't touch another guy." Paige heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the tears from her face. If she could have reached through the phone and strangled the other woman she gladly would have done so.

"How did I get home?" Paige asked Caroline, wondering who she'd slept with if it hadn't been one of the strippers.

"I don't know," Caroline replied. "I assume Holly took you home since you both got in a cab together." Paige sighed, knowing she'd need to make another phone call to find out what had happened. "So was Dale pissed when you got home?" Caroline wondered.

"God yes, he still is," Paige answered softly. "I didn't get home until like two in the morning or something and he was worried sick about me." She sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat as her eyes met Dale's flat emotionless ones. "Look I need to get off here and call Holly," she told Caroline. "I need to find out just what happened last night."

"You didn't do anything stupid last night after you left us did you Paige?" Caroline asked, suddenly worried by the tone of her friend's voice.

"I don't know, I think so, but I'm just not sure what," Paige replied, unable to stop the sob that escaped from her chest. "Look, I need to call Holly so I need to go," she told her longtime friend.

"Oh hell," Caroline muttered worriedly. "God I'm sorry Paige. I should have taken you home myself but I thought Holly, since she lives out that way, would make sure you got there safely." She sighed as she went on. "Where did you two go after you left the club? We all left there at around 11 last night."

"I don't know," Paige answered, "and that's what's worrying me." Caroline assured her friend she would be there if Paige needed anything and Paige hung up the phone, looking up to see Dale staring coldly down at her.

"Well?" he asked.

"Caroline says we went to a strip club last night and that I was really drunk," Paige saw Dale's face begin to darken with anger and she surged on with her story. "She said I didn't touch any of the guys and that I left there with Holly, she's the new girl whose birthday we were celebrating, around 11 o'clock last night."

"Where did you go after that?" Dale asked, confused.

"I don't know," Paige answered, fear making her voice break a little. "She also wanted me to delete the photos I took of her last night," she added. Dale held out his hand and Paige handed her phone over, her hand trembling as Dale took it and began looking through the pictures. He remained silent and Paige's worry grew until he handed her the phone back with a grunt. "I'd probably find more of you on their phones than yours though, wouldn't I?" he muttered.

"Caroline said I didn't even touch the guys," Paige whined. "She said I kept saying I was a married woman and couldn't."

"That's good, but it still doesn't explain the condition you came home in," Dale snapped. Paige nodded and looked at her phone, unable to meet her husband's eyes. "Well, call Holly and see what she has to say," Dale ordered.

Paige gulped and nodded, dialing the number with trembling fingers. She waited fearfully for Holly to answer.

"Yes?" Holly sounded weird, like she was upset about something, but Paige pushed it aside in her need to know exactly what she'd done the night before.

"Holly, it's Paige," she said. "Look, I can't remember what happened last night and I'm a little worried I did something stupid. I didn't get home until 2 and Caroline says you and I left the strip club at 11 and now ... well, do you know where we went and what we did?"

"Yes," Holly replied in a subdued voice.

"Well?" Paige asked, exasperation creeping into her voice.

"Well, we came back here to my place and just hung out for a while," Holly replied and Paige instantly knew she was lying. Not only did the other woman's tone give her away but that in no way explained her condition when she'd arrived home early in the morning.

"Holly, please, I need to know the truth," Paige whispered into the phone although she knew Dale could hear every word. "I got home last night and ... and, well, I think I had sex last night but I don't remember who it was and ... My husband's really angry and I need to know just how bad I fucked up last night."

"Please, tell me the truth. Did I really do something stupid last night?" Paige waited with bated breath as Holly remained silent. Just when she was about to say something Holly finally answered.

"You didn't do anything stupid I did," Holly said softly. She sounded like she was going to cry. Paige blinked in confusion and opened her mouth to ask what Holly meant with the younger woman went on. "We were both a little drunk and I kissed you and then ... I'm sorry Paige, I don't know what came over me. I mean, I know I like girls but you're married and I shouldn't have taken advantage of you being drunk and all, although you sure didn't fight me or anything."

"I had sex with YOU?" Paige blurted in shock.

"I'm sorry, don't hate me," Holly cried into the phone. "It just happened. I kissed you and you kissed me back and then ... well, I mean ... we you know..." Her voice trailed off as Paige stared at Dale's knees in shock. How was she going to fix this she wondered? Of all the things she'd worried she done last night THIS definitely wasn't one of them.

Paige knew she was attracted to other women and had fooled around with one or two when she was in college, before she and Dale ever met. She'd always attributed those incidents to experimentation as she definitely enjoyed sex with men and with Dale in particular. It was one of the things that had sealed the deal with her as far as marriage was concerned.

Dale had always seen that her needs were met in the bedroom. He'd spend the time to make sure she got off, multiple times, before he did, and she loved that about him. It transferred over to other parts of their life too; as he took special care to make sure her needs were met in all aspects of their lives together.

How had she ended up in another woman's arms last night she wondered? It explained the lack of semen inside her this morning but she'd just thought whoever she'd had sex with had worn a condom. Now she knew that it wasn't a man she'd cheated with, but a woman. A very beautiful and voluptuous woman, but still, it was cheating.

Risking a glance upward she saw the stunned look in Dale's eyes. Had she shot him in the gut he wouldn't have looked much different. Of all the things he expected to hear she imagined this was not one of them. Dropping her eyes again she wiped at the tears streaming down her face and finally remembered Holly on the other end of the phone call.

"I ... look, I've got to go," she told Holly. "I've got to try and fix this with my husband somehow." She sighed, knowing this was going to be hard, very hard.

"Don't hate me," Holly pleaded into the phone and Paige sighed before hanging up. She had enough to deal with right here at home; she didn't have time or the energy into dealing with the young woman right now. Head bowed she waited for Dale to speak, to say something, anything.

"You fucked another woman?" The incredible disbelief in his voice made her sag even further. Maybe, just maybe, if she'd gotten drunk and some guy had taken advantage of her they might have been able to work through it. But even Paige knew that drunk or not, having sex with another woman was something you didn't do unless you were at least a little predisposed to it in the first place.

Dale's mind was racing. The thought of Paige and Holly, his wife's redheaded coworker he'd met but once and lusted after ever since, locked in a passionate embrace had him as hard as steel. He wanted to pull her to her feet and kiss her, telling her how much he loved her and assuring her it was okay.

He wanted to tell her how much the thought of her and another woman making love turned him on, but he didn't. He was still angry, but more because he'd missed out on at least witnessing the event. Of course, her not having called him at all the previous evening, or at least answered her phone, had worried him to the point he was frantic. But his anger wasn't the only reason he didn't immediately forgive his wife.

Watching Paige crawl for him, listening to her beg him for forgiveness, watching her beaten and defeated and wanting to please him made him feel powerful. It was like a drug and he wanted more, much, much more.

"I'm so sorry Dale, I screwed up bad I know. Is there any way you can forgive me?" Paige asked through her tears. Dale, still lost in thought just looked at her, his face devoid of emotions. He was glad he had a good poker face when she went on. "I'll do anything, I mean ANYTHING, if you'll give me another chance. PLEASE?"

"Are you sure you don't like pussy more than you like cock?" Dale asked harshly. Paige shook her head no but she knew she wasn't being totally truthful, and she'd promised herself she wouldn't lie to him, for she knew she'd eventually be found out and that would make matters worse.

"I don't like it MORE," Paige whispered. Dale snorted, and although Paige took it as a bad thing if she could have read Dale's mind her reaction might have been different. As she looked up to read the emotions on her husband's face she saw the bulge in his pants. Had she been thinking clearly she might have realized that the thought of her with another woman excited him, but she wasn't thinking clearly.

Instead she saw an opportunity to prove to Dale that she was sincere and her hands went to his zipper, fumbling with it. Her movements grew more frantic as the idea cemented itself in her mind. If she could just please him and prove to him that she loved him and his cock, instead of Holly and her pussy, maybe then he'd forgive her.

"What are you doing?" Dale asked in a strangled voice.

"I'm sorry Dale, let me show you how much I love you," Paige cried. Tears were blurring her vision but she finally got his jeans open and her hand dove inside. So strong was her need to prove her love to him that when Dale's hand closed on her wrist, stopping her, she sobbed loudly. If he wouldn't let her show her love for him she would lose him she feared.

"Did I give you permission to suck my cock?" Dale asked, trying to keep the hardness from his anger, which had fled to be replaced by lust, in his voice.

"Please Dale, please, let me suck you cock," Paige begged. "I'll even swallow everything." As the words fell from her lips to mingle with her tears she saw the way clear to win Dale's love back. She'd fuck him into loving her again, no matter what it took.

"Go ahead slut, but you better make it good," Dale growled, lust giving his voice a rough tone. Paige freed his cock from his jeans and immediately engulfed the head. She didn't even pay attention to the fact he was already hard. When she felt Dale's hands on the back of her head she started to stiffen, she didn't like it when he shoved his cock into her mouth making her gag.

'Whatever he wants Paige, ' she told herself. 'If he wants you to gag on it, you gag on it. Whatever it takes to show him how much you love him.' Dale felt her stiffen and pull back a little and instantly pulled her forward, hard, onto his cock. Paige gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat and forced herself not to push away from him.

She felt the bile rising in her throat as he jammed his cock into her mouth, pressing hard against the constriction of her throat. Fearful of vomiting around his cock Paige swallowed just as Dale pushed again and to her, and his, surprise his cock slide into her throat. Paige grunted as Dale smashed her nose against his groin, his stiff pubic hair tickling her nose and making her feel like she needed to sneeze.

"That's it slut, take it all," Dale growled. He knew his words were degrading, along with his attitude, but the feeling of power he got when Paige just took it without complaint was intoxicating. Unknowingly Dale had just shifted the balance of power in their relationship. Paige, by allowing him to use her in ways she'd refused before, gave him tactic permission to do so in the future.

She'd also surrendered her own will to his, something she realized as he began to stroke his cock in and out of her throat, totally ignoring her gagging. Spit drooled down her chin to coat his cock, which actually helped by lubricating it. 'God, he's eight inches and I'm taking that down my throat over and over, ' Paige realized.

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Turning Japanese "This is not going well," I thought to myself as I untucked my blouse from my skirt and began unbuttoning the buttons. My middle school uniform consisted of a white cotton blouse and a pleated navy skirt that hung to about mid-thigh. The uniform blouse, like many seifuku in Japan, had a nautical look with its navy sailor's collar and navy cuff's on the cap sleeves. This look was reinforced by a red kerchief looped around the neck and beneath the collar and...

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Turning it around

Turning it around Pooja and Ranjit were a happily married couple, based out of Mumbai. From the outside the couple was what they call a 'normal' couple. One day while watching TV, they happened to chance a song from an old Hindi movie, Kismat. The song had Biswajeet dressing up as a woman and Babita as a male Pathan. Pooja found it very interesting, while Ranjit claimed there was nothing much to it. "Why do you say that?" enquired Pooja. "Even I have played female in plays in school...

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Turning Me Over His Story

Turning Me Over: His Story by suki A sequel to the story "Turning Him Over" I stand on the corner where I stand every night. It's a really lousy part of town but its where girls like me go to get picked up and turn a trick. Its chilly and a light rain is falling so we all huddle under the awning of an abandoned building. We come out when we see headlights turn the corner and come down the street. We strut in our high high heels and hope that whoever is behind the wheel...

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Turning Straight Men Gay for BBC

I was in a bar in the big city an hour from where I taught. One of my favorite eighties bands was playing and although my wife didn't want to come, I wasn't missing it for the world. I wasn't in the bar five minutes when I heard my name being called out, "Mr. James, Mr. James!" I turned around and saw two of my ex-students and former players from a couple of years ago coming towards me. "Mr. James, what are you doing here?" asked Matt, the quarterback on my old team. "Came to see Blonde...

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Turning Amanda Part 2

We woke around nine when Amanda's phone rang in the guest bedroom. We laid looking at each other, knowing it was probably her mother.Amanda snuggled closer to me, wedging her leg between mine.“Should I answer it?”“Of course, she wants to know you're safe, babygirl. She's your mom.”"I know. Am I safe?"."Not really, I'm going to devour you sometime today, my sweet one."She giggled, “I like the sound of that.”"Yes, go tell mom you're safe. You snuck a few extras champagnes when I wasn't...

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TURNING MY WIFE INTO A SLUT

I finally did it.This is a true account of how I finally turned my wife into an out of control whore for black cocks. I recorded the events on my computer which allowed me recreate the event in writing. I tried to be as specific and detailed as possible hoping that it may help you turn your wife. First, I must say that in the beginning I really didn’t believe that I could turn my wife into a slut nor did I believe that most white woman could be turned either despite what you read on the...

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Turning the Tables

Turning the Tables by Richard-to-Rachel This story contains forced unconsenting sex so please do not read it if you are offended by such material. It's every woman's worst nightmare. You're out late, walking back from a club down dark, deserted alleyways. Suddenly your sexy, revealing clubwear makes you feel horribly naked and exposed. And then you hear it, footsteps in the road behind you. You turn a corner and they're still there, still following your every move. You...

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Turning Summer

Turning Summer by Monika Ikon I remember holding up that first tiny pair of swim trunks in disbelief. "You want me to wear this?" I said. "Outside?" "Of course silly," Kathy said. "Don't you just love it?" The bathing suit consisted of two tiny triangles of white nylon that hardly looked big enough to cover what by law had to be covered. I was used to my oversized blue boxer-style swim trunks. The little garment dangling from my fingers seemed like some kind of practical...

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Turning Summer 2

TURNING SUMMER 2 - by Monika Ikon It was the week before the 4th of July and summer had officially begun. Two months before my wife Kathy had given me my first bikini. She said she wanted to put some new life into our relationship and I wanted to do whatever I could to make her happy. My appearance had changed a lot since then but it didn't occur to me that anything was out of the ordinary. My wife's explanations for the changes that she wanted me to make always seemed...

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Turning Handstands

TURNING HANDSTANDS 1. CRASH! Ian Bradford paused at his computer, glancing up at the ceiling in growing irritation. What the hell was Aggie up to now? He had two papers due next Monday and she'd been bumping around upstairs all afternoon. The constant pounding was wreaking havoc with his concentration; he'd just written the same paragraph four times. God, he wished he'd headed down to the library this morning. His life had descended into chaos since his precocious young cousin...

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Turning My Roommate into a Sissy Slut Chapter 2

I walked over to the bed to look at my sissy. There was dried drool coming from his mouth and dried tears in the corners of his eyes. I guess I should wake him up. "Hey, wakey wakey!" I slapped him lightly on the face. His eyes slowly opened. At first, he seemed to have no idea where he was or what happened to him. I stepped back a bit as thrashed about trying to get out of his restraints. "What the fuck is going on?" He yelled at me, then remembered what had happened last night. His...

1 year ago
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Turning to Another Vampire Pt 3

Chapter 03: Meeting AnotherThe hardest was the first few months after I had disposed of my Maker, mostly because I knew nothing of our vampire culture. I started out on my own making it to another city and becoming a whore there. I would walk the street early on in the night enjoying my freedom from serving others, ironically dressed as I was, I did it for me. Depending on my mood I would kill on the street going down a back alley and coming out alone; or I would bring them back to my...

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Turning Point

The Turning Point Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I was dragged into the office, I knew that I had gone too far, one time too many. Both my mom and dad were there, as were the two teachers involved, the principal, and the school security guard. None of them were smiling as I was forced into a chair facing a circle of very angry adults. "You are in so much trouble," my dad said, "young man that I'm ready to let them simply prosecute you! Maybe we should let them toss...

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Turning point

Note : This story is completely fictional! I am Thomas, Thomas Jefferson. I am 23 and got married last month. I live in Denmark and work in a software company as a consultant. My mother Daniela and my wife rose were so close to me after my father’s demise three years since. My wife was 22 and my was 44. But she has a gorgeous body in comparison to my wife’s. We lived in our farm house. We were rich and surplus with money but me craving for more sexual pleasure from my wife. Days passed as I...

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Turning Into an Alien

I was human and hated it, I was an albino and could not even go out into the light of day. I was extremely smart and on Gavin that mattered. I watched many races and the one I wished I had been born into would have killed me at birth. That did not stop me from watching and dreaming. I studied many things, only one mattered to my plans. My dad had been an engineer and my mother a bio gene engineer. I had spider spies in dozens of Kaire clan homes. One was a extremely large clan that was...

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turning poing ch 3

Life went on as usual for the next two and a half weeks. I would do my chores spend as much time as I could at the lake. The fishing was so good Dad was giving some of the fish to his buddies at work. I was trying everything I could think of sexually. Some time I would pump my cock and finger my ass until I was about to cum. Then I would stop pumping, roll myself over until my cock was over my mouth then I would push my fingers up my ass until I touched that little spot. Then I would...

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Turning Straight Guys Gay

I think my latest conquest might be my favorite yet. I just can't seem to let go of the straight guys, y'know? It was a revelation when I realized guys kept sneaking glances at me that weren't so innocent. I can't really blame 'em either. Without sounding too narcissistic, I'm pretty as fuck. High cheek bones, thin and well defined lips, bigger eyes and a metabolism that made people hate me. Hell, I barely ever had to shave either, I was virtually hairless, even my eyebrows are just naturally...

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Turning Poing Ch 9

Robert is about to reach another turning point in his life and he has no idea that it is about to happen. I woke up early Thursday with a raging hard on. I was up and out taking card of my chores. When I finished I went back to the house for a shower. I was in no big hurry this morning, I knew Mary was not home and I would go to the lake later. When I got to he bathroom I really had to piss but I held it until I got the water adjusted in the shower. I stripped, stepped in the shower...

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Turning Tia out

Dedicated to all of the BBC lovers, both gay and straight. This is my FIRST draft, so please concrit! I personally admit to myself that I did not understand the fascination of black men and their cocks. Perhaps my view was skewed by the numerous porn videos of young, slender fair-skinned girls squealing at the sight of darkened flesh in their face. Or how a group of close friends gossiped and catcalled when one of their own bragged about their first black dick. It could be that well-coined...

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Turning Point Ch 5

In chapter five Robert finely lost his cherry and much more. He is looking forward to time with Mary and the things he can experience and learn from her. He only sees a bright shinny time ahead with her. He has no way of knowing all the turning points that lay ahead of him. ********* When I arrived home his Dad was setting at the kitchen table drinking some home make wine. He looked mad as usual and ask me, where the fuck is my fish, I told him they were right here in the bucket,...

3 years ago
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Turning My Best Friend GayPART 4

One afternoon we found ourselves fishing a little stream just outside of town, but in an area where I seldom saw anyway. Fuck, he was so hot that day, his shirt off enjoying the sun, his tan, sweaty chest glistening in the sun. I wanted him then and there, but typical me not wanting to push things and make it weird I said nothing. After all, was he thinking the same thing? Did he worry about getting caught in the daylight like I also dreaded? Once back in the truck and bouncing down the road...

2 years ago
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Turning the Tables

About me, I’m Anil Birju. 22 years of age, based in Mumbai. I live with my parents, but i have a fantastic sex life without their knowledge. I’ve had affairs with many older married women who are probably unsatisfied with their marriages. they make love to me on the condition that i guard their secrecy. I escort women purely for the pleasures of it. For my call boy service contact me at We have women purely for lesbian sex only. This story is fiction, enjoy it. Petra let her tongue slide...

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Turning Point Ch 8

Turning point ch. # 8 Robert has experienced many new sexual things in the past few days and looks forward to many such times. He has no idea of the changes the lay ahead for him but is about to be hit with one problem. **************** I had mixed emotions as I left Mary’s and headed home. I smiled as I could still feel the tenderness of my cock and asshole. I also had an aftertaste of our little treat. After all the combination of cum, piss, spit and a little touch of wind does...

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Turning Angela Into A Slut

Angela was the one who had helped me get the job at the hotel in Flagstaff, Arizona. She lived only a couple of houses away from my husband and me.After work, she and I would use the hotel’s spa amenities. The locker room in there had an open style, so when you changed, you did it in front of everyone who might be in the room with you.Angela and I would change into our bikinis; one of hers was light blue. It fit her like a glove, and when it was wet, you could see all of her attributes. I...

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Turning Point 1

All through life we encounter situations that causes our lives to take a different direction. A turning point that changes our life and set us off in a different direction that we never expected. These stories are all fiction but much is them are taken from true facts about real people. Starting at the beginning of a young boy’s life who started out very limited socially and sexually. Therefore the sexual thrills that most readers look for will come about a little slower that most of the...

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Turning into a Whore

I wait for the car to startup and drive away before finally getting in bed. No parents for the entire week!. I quickly take off my clothes and sit on my bed. I love being tied down. This was the first time i was trying it alone. Tying my hands and legs. I get my big machine out. It is a standing machine which had a vibrating dildo going in and out of my pussy. I spread my legs and tie them both to the bedpost. I position the machine between my legs and tie my hands together. Tight. Before...

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Turning into a Whore

I wait for the car to startup and drive away before finally getting in bed. No parents for the entire week!. I quickly take off my clothes and sit on my bed. I love being tied down. This was the first time i was trying it alone. Tying my hands and legs. I get my big machine out. It is a standing machine which had a vibrating dildo going in and out of my pussy. I spread my legs and tie them both to the bedpost. I position the machine between my legs and tie my hands together. Tight. Before...

2 years ago
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Turning into Cherry

The started as any other, she woke up went to work, was her usual efficient self, came home, fed her cat, cooked dinner and went to bed. No sense of foreboding came to her, none of the famous ?female intuition? nothing out of the ordinary in fact. It was just another day to strike off the gray calendar of her life. But that night was not gray, it was black, black as the rose she found in the morning. She lived alone with just a black cat for company, the cat was the only sign that she actually...

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Turning 40

Fred Wilson was sat on his front porch thinking about life, well, his life in particular. He was turning 40 tomorrow. What an age, he thought to himself as he sat in his favorite rocking chair, when did I get so damn old? Fred remembered when he was nineteen with thick black hair that was constantly gelled back, tight jeans, and his most prided possession; a studded leather jacket. He still had the black hair, even though he had tell-tale grey spots, and the jeans and jacket were probably in...

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Turning A Lesbian Straight

Hi myself kryptn94, Right now in Chennai doing my job as a Marketing and operations executive. This is a sex story between me and my childhood friend who was a lesbian, until I made her explore the real SEX. Read and enjoy. Well it all began that night when she gave me a call saying that. ” I need your help” Usually I don’t get such calls from her. She, Nandani (Name changed) is one of the different kind of girls I have met. How different? Well back when she joined her college( a girls only...

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Turning to Darkness P21

TURNING TO DARKNESS PART 21( by popular demand, one last chapter in this story )Rachel spent three more nights at the hillside hotel undergoing the transformation ritual. Glorious sex with the shadow prince, that pushed her to her limits and more tender passions with the small princess. Unlike some common fiction, a person does not simply become a vampire if bitten once. If that was the case the world would soon be converted and the human race would cease to exist. The vampires would then...

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Turning JapaneseChapter 3

We took our leave of Mistress Kami's BDSM shop and walked several blocks through the busy streets of Shibuya. It was sometime around nine o'clock and most of the larger retail stores were closed, but we passed a great many small bars and restaurants which would be open until well after midnight. There were a lot of people around, a large number of men who would stop for a drink or a bowl of ramen before going home after a long day at the office. They openly stared at Mistress Atsumi and I...

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Turning Out another Girl Lesbian

I caught her eyes at a newly opened club I had gone to with my then boyfriend and two of his friends to celebrate my 19th birthday. Taking advantage of the fact that my boyfriend was stuck in a long queue for the restroom, she approached me with a confident and assertive demeanour that commanded attention."Hi, what's your name baby?" she said.I was a bit bemused by this approach and it took me a while to realize she was a woman. She was about as tall as me, with deep brown eyes and short brown...

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turning the tables on dad

Turning the tables on dadGrowing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some hard swats on my brief covered ass. Eventually he'd pull down my briefs...

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Turning JapaneseChapter 2

My whole performance lasted less than ten minutes and I was feeling very uncomfortable and even foolish as the hostess took her crop back. I started to leave the stage, but my boss stood up and suggested in a loud, humorous voice that perhaps the girl should whip me instead. It was hard for me to follow all of his Japanese, but I understood his intentions and so did everyone else. All around me Japanese salarymen laughed and clapped their hands, nodding excitedly to one another. The hostess...

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Turning Seventy

Why all that damn fuss about turning seventy? Everybody expects you to be happy and proud, and to throw a big party. I guess it's because they wouldn't place a bet on you reaching eighty. Not that I'd want to, you know. Getting old is much too lonely. Seen from outside I have no reason to complain. I've got friends, and my children visit me often. My days are filled with activities, so why am I whining? It's because of the long, lonely nights. Alfred, my dear husband, died ten years ago,...

3 years ago
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Turning to Darkness P1

Turning to Darkness Part 1 This is fiction ( the start of a Vampire story ) I do not promote any of the following ideas in real life; i****t, ****, v******e, plotting revenge or murder, drinking blood, or turning into a bat. This story should be disturbing so read at your own risk. Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the k**s either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed...

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Turning Point ch 4

Robert has reached another turning in his life. He has had sex with a woman and one that he least expected but is very happy with the turn of events. He now looks forward to broadening his sexual horizons. I was up very early Friday morning. I rushed through my chores and was back in the house making me a morning snack to take to the lake with me when Mom and Dad walked in the kitchen. Mom was in her old house coat and looked like shit. Dad was about ready for work and Mom was...

3 years ago
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Turning Tables

Okay, I have to warn you Okay, I have to warn you. This story is really different from my other stories. I think you will be surprised at the bitch in this one. Like the Janeway story I wrote it for my own amusement. I apologize to X for taking liberties with Brenda Wade, Lydia Willis and Dragon Queen. ???????????????? ??????????? ????????????     TURNING THE TABLES. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?????? By ???????????????????????????????????????????????...

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Turning Around

Turning Round Originally I had been the most beautiful girl in school. Long legs that I flashed around on top of, wearing short skirts and heels - a perfect complexion set off by thick blond hair that tumbled down to settle on my shoulders. All the guys went wild when I moved to town, Max especially; but this isn't a story about Max - not directly; or about guys. It's a girl story - a two girl story. One girl's name is Tina. The other's is Lucy. I won't tell you which one I am right...

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Turning Point

Turning Point By Jillian O and Deborah Edwards Authors note: We hope you enjoy our coming of age story involving a young cross dresser. We would appreciate any comments "Great!" Danielle thought as she opened her PO Box, "It's here!" She took the little yellow card and stood in line. Surely, this package contained the dress that she had ordered from EBay. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited her turn, only two more customers to go. Finally it was her turn. ...

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Turning Stephanie Insatiable Chapter Two

“Stephanie, you fucking love this, don’t you?” Susan yelled as she was bent over and taking an absolute pounding from Liam.“Miss perfect likes to watch her friend take this strong young man’s cock, doesn’t she?” she yelled again.  Stephanie was transfixed on watching Susan’s tits bounce with each of Liam's thrusts from behind.“Or maybe you're more interested in me?” She moaned as she laughed, looking Stephanie right in the eyes, tauntingly laughing.  The laughing turned to a cackle and got...

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Turning Point chapter 2

Our lead character Robert is still moving along rather slow sexually, mostly experimenting with himself but things will soon pick up and lead to major changes in his life. If you are looking for an instant fuck fest you need to keep in mind this starts out with a very young, inexperienced young man with no one to give him any sexual direction but when given the opportunity you will find he is a fast leaner. After the service we went straight home and Dad started again as soon as we got...

4 years ago
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Turning My Roommate into a Sissy Slut Chapter 41

My roommate, Terri, was kneeling in front of me, naked and ready to serve. Just to think, only a few weeks ago, her name was Tim. Tim was an arrogant asshole that didn't really have any idea of what the real world was like. Seeing as he was a sexist and a racist, as well as all the other negative terms I could use to describe someone, I decided to teach him a lesson. Well, I'd say it turned out pretty well. Now, she was on her way to becoming my own little sissy slave. ===== "Terri, do...

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TURNING THE RACIST TEACHER

All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between 5 Black teenage students and their racist teacher. The teenagers dominates the teacher. The N-word will be used fairly often but in context, as the main protagonist is a racist teacher member of the KKK, also the students will often address each other using the N-word. Keep in mind though that Black people in this story are actually the dominant party. This story is not promoting racism in any way, it's just a piece of...

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Turning Point 0

Robert is about to arrive at a major turning point. Mary, Alma and Don are about to take Robert to a higher level. I lay down on the bed naked and with my cock standing straight up and throbbing. I was not sure what to expect and I was very nervous, excited and ready for most anything. Alma was on her knees on my right side, Mary and Don was on my left side. All three were looking down at me and smiling. Alma reached down and wrap her hand around my cock and started slowly stroking it....

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TURNING THE RACIST TEACHER

(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Interracial, School)All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between 5 Black teenage students and their racist teacher. The teenagers dominates the teacher. The N-word will be used fairly often but in context, as the main protagonist is a racist teacher member of the KKK, also the students will often address each other using the N-word.Keep in mind though that Black people in this story are actually the dominant party. This story is...

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Turning my best friend gayPART 5

I couldn’t believe where Mike and I had started from and where we were now… After a couple of years we had finally found the perfect area to park in the hills outside of town where nobody had ever even came close to finding us. So, with that sense of security we were parked there what seems like at least a couple of nights a week satisfying each other. Now, instead of stroking ourselves for a while before hearing those words, “do you want to suck it a little?”, Mike was saying those...

3 years ago
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Turning My Roommate into a Sissy Slut Chapter 3

I looked over my shoulder to look at where Tim was sitting on the couch. It didn't seem like he was very excited. Well, that only made it more fun for Leah and me! For the past few days, Tim's schedule was to wake up, go to school, then come back to the dorm room where Leah and I could do whatever the hell we wanted to him. Then, we left him in his room to do whatever he had to do. "Hey, Aaron! Hey, Tim!" Leah stepped into the room and walked over to where Tim was sitting. "How's our...

4 years ago
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Turning Bi

I wasn't always bisexual, I didn't have any urges to be with someone of the same sex until I was about 30 years old, I had watched bisexual porn and had tasted my own cum on a few occasions.I had a few opportunities to act on these impulses in my life but never actually went through with meeting someone because I was too shy. This is the story of my first M2M encounter.I was sitting at work one sunny Monday and I was scrolling through Craigslist, just seeing what was being posted in the 'Casual...

3 years ago
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Turning the Wheeler Familys Lives Upside Down Part 2 Just lIke mommy

The white comforter was stained extensively from where two men had tag teamed his trophy wife. Cum, sweat, makeup and cigarette ash littered the once pristine blanket. Ted scrubs at the stains with a stiff brush in the laundry room, trying desperately not to remember where they had come from. Upstairs he hears his wife Karen and his daughter Nancy giggling together. Instantly his stomach turns over. Before today sounds like that meant someone was trying on a fun outfit or had told a...

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