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I first met my wife Jane on the day I came home from college for the Christmas holidays. I hadn't felt homesick but when I was back I realised how much I had missed the place. When I came across Jane sitting in the park as I strolled around the town, my heart almost stopped. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I walked around the park for a while until eventually I built up the courage to go and talk to her. She was new in town, lived with her parents and didn't know anybody. I asked her for a date that evening and I was overjoyed when she said yes. We saw each other almost every day for the next three weeks. We would drive around, go the cinema, park in a driveway and fool around a little. But whenever I tried to go further with her she told me it was bad, that we shouldn't do those things. I come from a very religious background and I respected her values, even though I felt this incredible lust for her body.

On the day I had to go back to college we met one last time. Both of us cried as we said our goodbyes and I knew that I had to see her again, that it was more than just a brief fling. We wrote to each other three or four times a week over the coming months and I couldn't wait for the spring break so I could return home. When I saw her again she was more beautiful than ever. I had had sex with a few girls before but I didn't try to pressure Jane to go all the way with me. She was my little angel.

Whenever another guy so much as looked at her I would get all eaten up inside, and sometimes I would lash out at my perceived rivals. Jane would get very upset at this and tell me not to act so crazy. She constantly reassured me that she loved me and that she wasn't interested in anyone else, but I was permanently on edge. To get a little extra money I was working the late shift at my Uncle's store at the weekend, but I always made sure I saw Jane every night during the week. When the time came for me to go back to college I was very unhappy. I wanted to spend all my time with Jane. The next few months were the longest of my life and I knew that I couldn't go on this way, not being able to see her during term time. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and I loved her with all my heart.

In the summer we picked up where we had left off. I now had three months in which I could see her every day, but I knew it would never be enough. One day, six weeks into the summer break I drove her to the top of a hill looking over our town. This was the spot where we had first made out. I helped her out of the car and walked with her towards a clearing in the bushes. Then I got down on one knee, and asked her to marry me. She looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes, and for a second or two I felt that my heart was going to shatter. Then she took me in her arms, held me tightly and said, "Yes. Oh Nick. Yes, I'll marry you." I pulled the jewellery box from my pocket, opened it up and took out the ring then slipped it on her finger.

When I told my parents that I had decided to quit college and marry Jane they were very angry but eventually they saw that it was my own decision to make and I lived with them while I began working full time at my Uncle Alfred's store. In October we were married. It was a small ceremony. Nobody from her side of the family came to the wedding. Her father had died when she was seventeen and her mother had refused to bless our union, saying that it was a damn stupid idea getting married so young, that the pair of us should be out sowing our wild oats, not settling down like some boring middle-aged couple.

I had already heard that when Jane's father was alive, her mother had had a long succession of lovers, many of whom she would let in the house when he was out working. Jane could often hear her mother fucking them in the bedroom. The neighbours knew all about her shenanigans and it wasn't long before Jane's father cottoned on. He did nothing to curb his wife's behaviour however. He simply let things carry on as they were, although he did start to drink heavily, very heavily. According to Jane, he drank himself to death. Later on I came to realise that this must have been the reason my wife so abhorred adultery and wanton behaviour. She blamed it for her father's death. She also had no time for drunks and she abstained from alcohol completely. I had thought beforehand that her strong moral values were because she was religious, like my parents, but she never went to church, even at Christmas.

We didn't have too much money, only my earnings from the store and Jane's pay from the restaurant she worked at as a waitress, but we soon had enough to rent a small one bed-roomed apartment. It wasn't much, but I knew that Jane was just happy to get out of her mother's house. She hadn't changed any since her husband died, and some of the more unkind neighbours had taken to calling her house 'the Bordello'.

Things were going pretty well at home. We made love almost every night. I wanted to try to get her to try new things, new positions, all sorts of things, but I couldn't build up the courage to ask her. I thought she might find the idea disgusting. We always made love silently, at night, with the lights off. I won't say I was bored or unhappy with our sex life, but I used to wonder if it would be this way for the whole of our lives together.

After a couple of years I had managed to turn my Uncle's business around, so much so that he had doubled my wages. With the money coming in from Jane's job at the restaurant we now had enough to put a down payment on a two bed-roomed house. My Uncle persuaded me that we should have a house warming party. I liked the idea, but Jane wasn't so sure. We had never had guests at the apartment and she was a little nervous about acting as hostess. Eventually she agreed to it, saying that it would make her feel that it was really her home.

On the night of the party, Jane wore a fabulous red dress, accentuating her lovely curves. She looked simply stunning, and I told her so. She began to voice concerns that it was too tight and might make the wrong impression, but I told her to just stop worrying and enjoy herself. She was my little angel and she looked wonderful.

We had invited most of our friends as well as many of our new neighbours. The party was going really well and I had seen to it that everybody's drink was always filled up. To my surprise Jane seemed to be drinking as much as everyone else, maybe more. This was the first time I had seen her drink anything alcoholic at all. I told her a number of times that she should be careful not to have too much, but she told me she was so nervous that she needed it.

Once or twice I saw her stumble but one guy or another would be there to give her a hand. A couple of times I saw hands reach around her hips, ostensibly to steady her, but I was sure they were trying to cop a feel at the same time. Soon it became apparent that Jane was flirting with all the men at the party. I had never seen my wife act this way before. I was getting a little worried about her, but I thought if it would be best if I didn't cause a scene. We had the new neighbours around, as well as some of my family. I didn't want to act like some domineering husband, keeping his wife in check.

During the party we had both been acting the good hosts, and most of the time we were separated from each other. Around midnight the people started getting ready to leave and wanted to say goodbye to both of us. I looked around for Jane but I couldn't see her anywhere. I thought back and realised that I hadn't seen her for at least twenty minutes. After searching around upstairs, I quickly went out to the garden to look around for her, worried that she might have been sick from all the alcohol she had drunk.

When I passed the garage I heard noises coming from inside. I looked through the dusty window at the side and saw my wife standing there with Mike Cochran. He was a guy I went to high school with who always caused trouble wherever he went. I hadn't even invited him to the party. He had just turned up with two of my other friends and there was no way I couldn't have let him in, much as I disliked him. One of his hands was pressing against her ass while his face was buried in her neck and I knew he was kissing her.

"Stop it," she said, pushing him away. Her voice was slurred and she could hardly stand up straight. "You're bad."

Suddenly she giggled and almost fell back against the work desk. Cochran grabbed hold of her by the hips and drew her to him.

"Come on baby. I know you want it," he said, pawing at her breast. He undid the top two buttons of her dress and put his hand inside.

"Umm. You... you shouldn't be in here. Doing naughty things. You're so bad."

She giggled again and stepped back from him, until her ass rested against the desk. Cochran approached her and lifted her dress up from the front, up around her waist, exposing her red, silk panties.

"Let's not waste any more time," he said.

Jane looked at him from under her eyelashes then suddenly she leant back, raising her knees up high to lay her feet on the edge of the desk. Her legs were open, spread before him.

A raging torrent of emotions flooded through me. Ever since I had been at the window I hadn't been able to fully grasp what I was seeing. It just didn't seem possible. My wife would never do anything like this, never allow someone to do this to her. Now, as I saw him grip her panties by the sides, ready to pull them down so he could have access to her pussy, it was as if I had suddenly woken from a dream. I wanted to rush in there, grab Cochran and beat the shit out of him. Then I thought about the scandal it might cause. All our new neighbours were here. It would be the talk of the town. My wife would get a reputation, just like her mother, and I knew she wasn't really like this. She was just drunk and this man was taking advantage of her. I decided that I would be better off getting my revenge on him another time, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him carry on. I quickly ran to the back door and called my wife's name.

"Jane! Are you out here? Our guests are leaving now," I shouted, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. "Jane! Are you in the garage?"

For a few moments there was no answer and I wondered whether they were doing it, whether he had stuck his cock in my wife and was fucking her right now. I called her name again, louder this time. I suddenly heard frantic voices inside. Cochran was telling her to go outside. I could hear Jane arguing with him.

A few moments later Jane's face peered out. When she saw that I was standing by the house she quickly came out of the garage, shutting the door behind her. She could hardly walk, but she made the effort to come towards me. I figured that she didn't want me going anywhere near where she had just come from in case I saw that Cochran had been in there with her.

"Where've you been?" I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I didn't want her to know what I had just seen.

"In there," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I was..."

"Never mind," I interrupted. I would get to the bottom of this later. "Let's go and say goodbye to our guests."

By now, most people had their coats on and were ready to leave. Jane and I stood by the door sending them all on their way. Cochran was one of the last to leave. He smiled at Jane and kissed her on the cheek.

"Great party, man," he said to me. "You got to do it again sometime."

I resisted the urge to knock his teeth out and wished him a good weekend. I would deal with him later. When everyone had gone we walked through into the front room. Jane turned to face me, a strange look in her eyes. I thought she was about to confess everything that had happened in the garage, but she didn't. She placed her hands on my chest and felt along my body, her hands moving down until they had reached my crotch. She had never been this forward with me before, had never initiated lovemaking.

Conflicting emotions tore through me. Should I tell her that I saw what she and Cochran had done? Try to force a confession out of her? Or should I wait until the morning? She was standing here in front of me, acting hornier than I had ever known her. I put my arms around her. My hand trailed along her hip and I suddenly noticed that she wasn't wearing her panties underneath the dress. Cochran must have managed to take them off before Jane had come out of the garage. I wondered if he had taken his dick out, if she had seen it. My cock grew erect at the thought and I pressed myself against her belly. She noticed immediately.

"Well, hello," she said. "Looks like you're primed and ready for action. Are you going to give me some of that, or are you going to make me beg for it?"

I had never heard her talk that way before. I dragged her over to the couch and lay her down before me as I pulled down my jeans. I lifted her dress up around her hips and gazed at her naked pussy. I pushed my cock deep inside her, feeling it go in all the way. She was very wet. I began to wonder how much could have happened in the time I had been away from the window before she came out of the garage. Would Cochran have had time to stick his prick inside her?

"Oh, Nick. I love you," Jane whispered as her hips rose to meet my thrusts. "I love feeling you inside me."

I pounded into her hard, harder than usual, imagining all the time that I was Cochran, that it was another man fucking my wife.

"Oh yes. Harder, baby. Oh God. That feels so good."

As I thrust in and out of her she began to moan, louder than I'd ever heard her. She began a litany of four letter words, something she had never done before.

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Oh, baby. I love your cock. Do it to me. Oh you're bad, you're so bad."

I remembered her saying the same thing to Cochran and I instantly came, exploding inside her as her body writhed beneath mine, moaning ecstatically as she felt my sperm fill her up. After I had pulled out of her, she sat up and kissed me deeply, telling me how much she loved me. Then she bent down and took my limp cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder until it was fully erect. She stood up, taking hold of my prick and led me up the stairs to the bedroom, where we spent the night making love for hours. She was insatiable.

The following day was a Saturday and I had to go in early to open up the store, so I left Jane to sleep while I got ready to leave. The instant I had woken up the image had come into my mind of what I had seen in the window the night before. I was to see that same image all day as I wondered how to broach the subject with Jane that evening. I kept giving customers at the store the wrong change all the time. I couldn't concentrate at all and I had to blame it on a hangover and lack of sleep, whenever anyone asked me what was up with me.

That night Jane had dinner waiting on the table when I returned. She wore an apron, tied around her waist, but quickly took it off after I walked in the door. She had looked just like my mother used to when I was small. Suddenly I couldn't confront her at all. I didn't want her to tell me what had happened, or why. I just wanted us to carry on as we were. I loved her too much to want to rock the boat in any way. Jane must have had a bad hangover in the morning, but she seemed to be in good spirits now, although I had the feeling she was waiting for something, perhaps for me to talk about last night. Even if she didn't know what I had seen, she must have wondered how I would react to the way she had behaved with me. Fucking all night, using dirty words, sucking my cock, all the things that she had never done before. I finally decided that the best thing to do would be to pretend that none of it ever happened, to brush it all under the carpet.

That night we made love in the usual way, in the missionary position, with the lights off. The difference this time was that as I mounted her I began to fantasise about what I had seen in the garage. I even found myself wishing that I had let them go further before I interrupted. I began to picture what it would have looked like, Cochran fucking my wife on the desk in my garage, as I watched through the window. I soon came deep inside her, imagining that it was him that was doing it to her, not me. Afterwards I felt very guilty, as if I had been committing adultery myself, but the next few nights I found myself doing the same thing every time we made love.

About a week after the party I was walking with Jane in the town shopping centre when I suddenly saw Mike Cochran in the distance heading towards us. I quickly turned to my wife and told her that I had left my wallet in the car and that she should carry on and meet me at the bookstore later. When she had walked on a little I doubled back and hid behind a large ornament in the centre of the precinct. I wanted to see how she'd react when Cochran came across her and I wasn't around.

I saw him grin broadly when he saw her. As he approached he began talking to her. I couldn't hear what he said but it was clear that my wife had cut him dead, ignoring him completely as she walked on. I don't think she even recognised him. I knew then that she wasn't interested in him, that it really had been just the alcohol, and that it was unlikely to ever happen again.

That night, when we made love, I found myself fantasising again. Not about Cochran fucking my wife this time, but other men. Other men at the party, people I met at the store, anyone. For weeks it was the same story, I would pump my cock inside her, pretending to myself that I was the postman or a neighbour, anyone at all. It was becoming an obsession. At the store, whenever anyone asked me how Jane was I imagined they were smirking at me, that the whole town knew she was a slut, and that they all hid it from me. It got so I almost believed my fantasies. Sometimes I thought I had imagined overhearing people talking about her, the way she behaved.

Gradually over the next few years these fantasies became less frequent. I put it to the back of my mind. It was just a drunken, youthful indiscretion that I had blown out of all proportion. As for our sex lives, well, it was okay. I still loved doing it to her. She was gorgeous, with a great figure. Money-wise, things were going well. My Uncle had made me General Manager of his store, Jane was doing a secretarial course at night school and had a job lined up in the local car showroom. We were settling down to a life of married bliss. We even began talking about having children sometime in the future. Everything was going very smoothly, if a little dull, until one night in May.

I usually gave Jane a lift home from her night school, picking her up outside the college at 10pm. On the last day of the course Jane called home to tell me that they were all going for a celebratory drink at Koala's, a bar nearby. She said she wasn't going to have a drink herself, but she thought she ought to go along anyway. I asked her what she wanted me to do and she told me that her friend Lily would give her a lift home and that she'd be back by midnight.

By about 11pm I was bored waiting at home for her, so I decided I would go there myself to pick her up and save Lily the extra journey, as she lived in the opposite direction. I wouldn't embarrass her by going into the bar. I didn't want to make it look like I was keeping tabs on her. I would just wait outside until I saw her come out. It was a twenty-minute drive and I had only been sitting in the car in the street outside the bar for ten minutes when I saw Jane walk outside. She looked a little unsteady on her feet and I knew instantly that she was drunk. I was very surprised to see this, but I know how hard it is to not drink when everyone around you is. I figured that they must have persuaded her to let her hair down. I was surprised that Lily wasn't with her, but I thought she might have only gone outside to get some air.

I opened the car door and was about to get out to cross the road to see if she was okay, when I saw a man follow her out of the bar. He called her by name and I figured he must have been someone from the college who knew her. He was in his late thirties, with a week's stubble on his chin, and looked like he might be a teacher. They tend to look pretty down at heel these days. They stood talking for a minute or so, the man's hand on my wife's shoulder, steadying her as she swayed in the evening breeze. He put his arm around her and led her down the side alley next to the bar. I got out of my car and shouted her name, but they didn't seem to hear me. I crossed the road, heading for the alley. I figured that he was walking her to his car to drive her home. Perhaps Lily had left early. Jane was obviously in no fit state to make it home on her own.

The alley was very darkly lit, but I knew that it led directly onto the college car park so I walked swiftly along, hoping to catch them up. Suddenly I felt myself tread on something and a cat screeched loudly. I jumped back against a narrow doorway not knowing what had happened for a second. All I could see were a pair of cat's eyes staring at me. Then it hissed at me fiercely and scrambled off into the night. I must have stamped on its tail.

"What was that?" I heard a voice whisper further down the alley.

I stayed where I was in the shadows, looking towards the end of the alley. It was very dark but I could see two figures quite clearly. A woman was standing, her back against the wall, one leg raised high and with her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were hanging from the ankle of her outstretched leg. The man was pressed up against her, one hand holding up her leg while he used the other to guide his cock inside her. The woman cried out when she felt him enter her. It wasn't until that moment that I realised it was my wife. I quickly ran towards them, as fast as I could.

When the man saw me he coming he ran off, leaving Jane standing there against the wall. I thought about chasing after him, but I wanted to make sure my wife was all right first. I stepped closer towards her and suddenly she grabbed hold of me.

"Where'd he go?" She asked, her voice slurred. "Never mind. You'll do."

She reached out to my groin and grabbed my balls.

"Come on," she said. "Take it out. Take it out and fuck me."

I couldn't believe the way my wife was acting like such a whore. I felt myself get an erection as she unzipped my jeans and ran her fingers down my shaft. I was about to speak when I suddenly realised that she had no idea who I was. In her drunken state and the dark of the alleyway I was a complete stranger to her. She just wanted me to fuck her, anyone to fuck her. She pulled my cock out from my jeans then raised one leg high up over my hip.

"Go on stick it in me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

My cock felt bigger than it ever had before, I was so aroused. I pushed it against her pussy lips and found that her entrance was sopping wet. I entered her quickly, slamming her against the wall.

"That's it. Fuck me hard. Come on."

I wasted no time thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could. My hands reached around to grab the cheeks of her ass as she pulled up both her legs and wrapped them round my back. She wanted me deeper inside her, as deep as I could go. She opened up her blouse to free her tits to the open air then began squeezing them, playing with her nipples, until I leaned my head down and began licking and sucking them, one after the other.

"Mmmm, yeah... Suck my tits... Come on... Treat me like a filthy whore... oooh... yes... harder... oooooh, God... You're going to come inside me, aren't you?"

A few moments later I felt my whole body stiffen as my cock started to pump inside her while she screamed with pleasure. When I had finished I quickly put my limp penis away as I watched my wife pull her panties back on and adjust her blouse.

"Thanks," she said. "See you around."

I watched her walk back up the alley the way we had came. I leaned back against the wall, unable to believe what had just happened. It was incredible, unbelievable. If I didn't know better I would have sworn that that woman wasn't my wife. The things she had said, the way she had acted. I followed her from a distance and watched her walk back into the bar. I ran across the street, back into my car and sat there.

I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes to midnight. I placed my hands on the steering wheel. They were shaking uncontrollably with the excitement. I waited there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, until I saw Lily and Jane step out of the bar and walk along the street. They must have been heading for their car. As soon as they were out of sight I turned on the ignition and drove home as fast as I could. I wanted to make sure I was back before them.

I heard Lily's car in the driveway a few minutes after I had got inside. I looked out the window, unsure how I would act when I saw my wife. I just didn't know how I could face her. Amazingly I felt guilty at what I had done, as if I was the one who had done something wrong. To my surprise, Lily got out of her car and rang my doorbell.

"Hi, Nick. Listen, I'm afraid Jane had too much to drink tonight. She's passed out in my car. You'd best give me a hand bringing her inside."

I followed her out and opened the passenger door. I shook her awake and she smiled at me then laughed.

"Hey, Nicky. What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice slurred.

"Jesus. You really are drunk, aren't you? We're home, honey. Let's get you inside. Come on."

Jane pulled one of her legs out of the car on to the pavement. Her skirt rose up high as she lifted her leg and the image of her standing up against the alley wall flashed through my mind. I lifted her under the arms and dragged her up to the bedroom with Lily's help. I lay her down on the bed and she promptly went back to sleep.

"What happened?" I asked Lily as we went back downstairs.

"Oh, you know. Just one too many. She's not used to the hard stuff. God, she was really wild," Lily started to laugh. "She should drink more often. But not that much, obviously."

"What do you mean, really wild?"

"Oh, you know," she said nervously. "Singing, dancing, that kind of thing."

I wanted to ask her to be more specific. I wanted to know if she knew what Jane had got up to in the alley, but she would never have told me so I let it go.

"Anyway, I'd better make a move. I hope she feels okay in the morning. See you later, Nick."

I went back to the bedroom and looked down at my wife, sleeping innocently. I undid her skirt and blouse and pulled them off then I did the same with her bra and panties, until she was naked before me. I spent the whole night sleeping beside her, reliving in my mind what I had seen in the alley and what I had done to her myself, hearing the way she talked, seeing the way she acted.

The next morning I asked Jane exactly what had happened the night before. She looked at me curiously and I wondered whether she had in fact known it was me that had fucked her in the alleyway. She said nothing for a few moments then eventually told me that she couldn't remember anything after entering the bar. She knew she had drunk some cocktails. She had protested at first but eventually gave in as everyone was drinking from the same pitcher and she didn't want the others to feel that she was being left out.

"Lily says you were really wild last night," I told her.

"Yeah? What did I do?"

"I don't know. You'd better ask her. She wouldn't tell me. She did say you should have a drink more often though."

"Oh I don't know if I should do that. It makes me go a bit out of control, I think. What do you reckon? Do you think it's bad if I drink like that?"

I didn't know what to say. It was obvious to me now. Whenever my wife had a drink she turned from a prim and proper lady into a complete slut. The complete personality change was unbelievable. I guess that most men might have forced their wives to see a psychiatrist or a doctor of some kind, but I figured that it might be better not to make a big deal out of it. She didn't seem aware of what she had done and as long as I could keep her away from alcohol there was no reason to think she would be anything but faithful for the rest of our lives. I decided to keep a close eye on her in future.

Six months later our anniversary came around and I had booked a table at a fancy restaurant out in the city. During the week, Jane's mother, Alice called and asked us to stop over at her house at the weekend, saying that she had a gift for us. Jane sometimes spoke to her mother on the phone, but she never allowed her into our house. I didn't know if this was for my benefit, but I wasn't bothered either way. I had known from an early age, via television, that in-laws were to be avoided at all costs. I had only seen her two or three times since the wedding, and that was okay by me.

We arrived at Alice's house late in the afternoon on Saturday. We planned on heading straight for the restaurant from there. Jane's mother opened the door for us, kissed us both on the cheek and invited us in. She sat us down on the couch and told us to make ourselves comfortable. She wore a very short skirt and a tight sweater, which accentuated her large chest. The clothes were too young for her, but she wore them well. She was still only in her early forties and I couldn't deny that she was a fine looking woman. I hoped that Jane would look as good in twenty years time. Jane wore a knee length, low cut black dress. It was the most figure hugging and revealing outfit she had and I knew she only wore it as a treat for me.

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CHRIST, WHAT TIME IS IT! Shit, it's still dark. 3:30 AM! What idiot could be calling me at this hour? I hate calls like this. Either somebody dies or it's a wrong number. Answer the phone, dammit. It's driving me crazy. "Would you like to wear my pretty panties, Sissy Boy?" CLICK! Huh? What the hell? Wear whose what? What was that lady talking about? "Who is this?" Then I realized that she had already hung up. ********* "Would you like...

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The Story of Ann Chapter 7 Love and the Devil

Introduction: Jack is rushed to the hospital while I explain to the police what happened tonight. The Story of Ann Chapter 7 Love and the Devil My kiss did not awaken Jack. I press his face against my shoulder as I looked up from the floor. Janet and Susan are standing over me with tears streaming down their faces. I looked to see others standing with their heads bowed as if in silent prayer. I looked into Jacks face as I said, Please Jack, come back, I need you. MISS, we will take it from...

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Further adventures for Jane

It was three days since their adventure, three days of Jane constantly thinking of what had happened, three days of her picturing herself naked in front of three strangers, sucking their cocks, she could still feel their cum on her breasts and face. Three days of seeing herself laid out on the pool table, Brendan between her thighs, pumping his seed into her. Three days of thinking how her husband had calmly walked over, using her mouth while Brendan used her cunt.During that three days she had...

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The Houseguest Part 4 The Devil made me do it

Pete has no shortage of admirers and Jacosta worries that he will find new, younger lovers more attractive than her and is shocked when she finds out her daughter is also keen to go to Pete’s bed. Pete encourages her to experiment with other lovers. She and Bill have drifted further apart and essentially live separate lives. She allows the Devil to sow more seeds of depravity in her mind and experiments with bondage and group sex. She discovers the naughtier the thoughts and activities,...

2 years ago
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The Story of Ann Chapter 7 Love and the Devil

My kiss did not awaken Jack. I press his face against my shoulder as I looked up from the floor. Janet and Susan are standing over me with tears streaming down their faces. I looked to see others standing with their heads bowed as if in silent prayer. I looked into Jack’s face as I said, “Please Jack, come back, I need you.” “MISS, we will take it from here,” a paramedic said to me. “Miss, you're not hurt are you?” He then asked. I shook my head no, as he helped me to my feet. The...

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Devil May Cry The Lascivious Espada

The echo of footsteps filled the underground tomb's caverns. The squeak of rusted door-hinges opening for the first time in god knows how long. The screech of awakened demons. A salvo of gunshots. Dante sighed as he stepped over the now-perforated Msira bodies, paying them little heed as they flailed around in their death throws before dissolving into ash. "I never did get the idea behind using you guys to guard crypts," he muttered to the deceased demons as he holstered his pistols....

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Sleeping With the Devil in My Mind

Sleeping With the Devil Song by Lee Ann Womack Songwriter: Brennen Leigh Hulbert Lyrics: I’ve been sleeping with the devil, I thought you ought to know I can’t look you in the eye and tell you it’s not so I’m his little Darlin’, I’m that old man’s dream I’ve been sleeping with the devil, so it seems I’ve been sleeping with the devil, arms around him tight Breathing my hot breath upon his chest the whole long night Get up in the morning, God knows I have tried I’ve been sleeping with the devil...

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Gabrielle and the Devil Part 2

Gabrielle gasped and let out an almost hysterical laugh. Towering above her at some inches over six feet, the breadth of his chest substantially outsizing that of her svelte torso, was a demon. A demon dressed in an immaculately tailored tuxedo, it had to be said, with a scarlet cummerbund wrapped around his tight middle and a matching bowtie. His tar-black hair was slicked away from granite-etched facial features and penetrating blue eyes. And he was red.Deep red from forehead to neck and...

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The Devil Made Me Do ItChapter 2

She came to bed with him that night, instead of sleeping on his couch. Just as natural as could be, she came and crawled in with him. “Tina,” he said. “You ever sleep with a guy? Sleep sleep, not sex sleep?” “I haven’t done either, really.” she said. “You are really still a virgin? For real?” he said. She nodded. “Yeah. A dick’s been close, but never in.” she said. His turn to nod. This might be fun. He’d never deflowered a virgin. He knew he’d receive some extra karma from it, even if no...

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Angel with a devil inside

ANGEL WITH A DEVIL INSIDE Chapter 1 - When I first met her We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and her face was just as beautiful as her hair. I noticed her deep blue eyes as I looked at her and said, ?Hi. I saw...

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Suicide Jane

Suicide JaneBTL: Better Than Life.  A petite short-haired,blonde girl screamed.  Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were shackled to the rough wooden surface of a crudely made table.  Her ankles were bleeding as she tried to escape.  A large man’s hand in a thick rubber glove; which, for the duration of the sim-sense replay was Jane’s, glided up her thigh.  The blonde girl was sitting up.  Her eyes were fixated out of view to his, Jane’s, other hand.  She was crying freely;...

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Jane

Introduction: Manish saved her life in more ways than one. This had been a bad idea from the beginning, vacation with her sister, to a resort hosting a singles week. It was her own fault. Jane had always had issues saying no, not wanting to hurt anyone, so now she was stuck here. Sure, the beach was beautiful with its white sand, and the ocean was a brilliant blue, but this wasnt her idea of fun. Organized ice-breakers, games, activities, and the nightly dances these were meant for people who...

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Jane

This had been a bad idea from the beginning, vacation with her sister, to a resort hosting a singles week. It was her own fault. Jane had always had issues saying no, not wanting to hurt anyone, so now she was stuck here. Sure, the beach was beautiful with its white sand, and the ocean was a brilliant blue, but this wasn’t her idea of fun. Organized ice-breakers, games, activities, and the nightly dances – these were meant for people who were on the look-out for someone – like her sister,...

3 years ago
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Along Came Jane

This story is total fiction and dedicated to a wonderful member here janebbw54. I was finishing off a story to publish on Xhamster when I took a break to see if there were any new stories of interest. I noticed I had a message. It turned out the message was from a very nice woman named Jane commenting on one of my stories. She was still on line so I thanked her for her comment and we started talking. As it turns out we had a lot in common we are both married. We are only a year apart in age,...

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See Deshawn and Jane

It was the hottest day in town for the past twenty years. Jane was watching the weather forecast from the living room of her grandmother's house, fanning herself and grimacing as the swamp cooler strained to keep the temperature in the house below 80 degrees. Jane glanced at her watch and groaned in disgust. Her mom had wheedled her into watching the house so the handy man wouldn't steal anything and now he was almost thirty minutes late. And there was nothing to do in this old house! Before...

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Tarzan and Jane

Jane 2 by Waldo 2 All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 1 - Home life 2 Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend 15 Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales 28 Chapter 4 - Kill the bastard! 45 Chapter 5 - The Waterfall 61 Chapter 6 - Acceptance of the new identity 74 Chapter 7 - Home at last 89 Chapter 8 - The barn 102 Chapter 9 - The letter 111 Jane by Waldo Chapter 1 - Home life From the upper...

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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE

POSTING SOMEONE'S ELSE'S STORY The story herein is told as best as I can recall it. It occurredduring 1948-49-50. There are continued incidents that occurred 1952-58.Over the years I have relived these events countless times, carefullyreconstructing in my mind many forgotten details and conversations -- atone point undergoing hypnosis to recall details or events that lay buriedunder a lifetime of other thoughts and concerns.What follows is presented as clearly as I can remember... The single...

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Jim Jane

It was a hot spring day. Jim Smitherson sat at his desk impatiently waiting for the bell to ring.All he could think about was how much he wants to go home.Jim stands at 5'9 with red hair and blue eyes. He has an 8-½ inch cock.He wasn't paying much attention to the teacher. Instead, he was too busy looking out the window at the cheerleaders.He noticed his sister Jane, practicing her routine. He watched her as she did a perfect cartwheel. He then suddenly felt his cock come to life in his...

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The Humiliation Of Jane

Jane was going to make something of herself. At age 24, she was determined to get through law school and become a corporate lawyer. Nothing else matter to her. Other people were merely puppets that existed only to help her reach her goal. Her beauty was merely a tool that she used to get others, especially men, to do her bidding. Unfortunately for Jane, the tables were just about to turn on her. Jane was like a hellcat around the law school library. She would make impossible demands on the...

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The Humiliation Of Jane

Jane was going to make something of herself. At age 24, she was determined to get through law school and become a corporate lawyer. Nothing else matter to her. Other people were merely puppets that existed only to help her reach her goal. Her beauty was merely a tool that she used to get others, especially men, to do her bidding. Unfortunately for Jane, the tables were just about to turn on her. Jane was like a hellcat around the law school library. She would make impossible demands on the...

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The Humiliation Of Jane

Jane was going to make something of herself. At age 24, she was determined to get through law school and become a corporate lawyer. Nothing else matter to her. Other people were merely puppets that existed only to help her reach her goal. Her beauty was merely a tool that she used to get others, especially men, to do her bidding. Unfortunately for Jane, the tables were just about to turn on her. Jane was like a hellcat around the law school library. She would make impossible demands on the...

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Twins Jane

Jane knew she had made a mistake as soon as she got home when she picked up the pile of her clean underwear from the ironing board in the utility room.  Her panties, bras, slips and suspender belts were all there except one, her new red panties. They had been on top of her pile.  What had she done with them? She had been in a rush before she went out to work at a hair salon in town and only had time to take Benjie’s pile of clean clothes upstairs.  She must have split the piles in the wrong...

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Nanny Jane

Behind the iron railings the large private garden used exclusively by the residents of Wellington Square was awash with colour, immaculately mown lawns bordered flower beds containing all sort of exotic flowers.  The gardens were overlooked on three sides of the square by imposing late Victorian town houses, from the first floor bedroom of one of these houses Mrs. Frost a plump middle-age housekeeper glanced down into the gardens.   The sight that greeted her was at first glance not unusual, a...

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Nude With Dick and Jane

Chapter 1 It was summer vacation. Dick and Jane helped Mommy and Daddy pack up the car. Then they sat in the back seat of the car. They had their seatbelts on. Their little sister Sally sat in a car seat between them. Daddy drove the car. Mommy sat next to Daddy in the front seat. Daddy drove down a country road. Everybody sang. Daddy parked in front of a cabin. The cabin was beside a pretty lake. Mommy took Sally into the cabin. Dick and Jane helped Daddy unpack the car. There were other...

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The Devil On My Shoulder

The dreams I have experienced over the last few days have been weird, to say the least. At night, I have woken up at two in the morning, sweaty body, a pumping heart and an erection the size of a cucumber.  The dreams quickly evaporate and yet I remember the devil’s voice on my shoulder telling me that I’d like to fuck her, want to fuck her, need to fuck her.Every time I shake my head and try to forget that whimpering, giggling voice.Over several days I had dreams that reinforced the one...

Incest
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Deal with a Horny Devil A Halloween Story

All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal...

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Deal with a Horny Devil A Halloween Story

Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free.Free is a relative term. In this case, it meant that when he accepted a contract to clean up and remodel a space in a local strip mall, he agreed to store any and all equipment currently in the store for a period of two years.The previous tenant ran a...

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Deal with a Horny Devil A Halloween Story

Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free.Free is a relative term. In this case, it meant that when he accepted a contract to clean up and remodel a space in a local strip mall, he agreed to store any and all equipment currently in the store for a period of two years.The previous tenant ran a...

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THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE

Just before my 9th birthday my godmother and great-aunt Francesbought me a new dark brown suit and new shoes for my Confirmationceremony at St. Mary's Catholic School. It was a dim, cloudySunday afternoon outside; but inside the ornate, high-ceilingGothic church hundreds of banks of candles cast a warm gloriouslight over everyone in the church. Mom and Aunt Frances and mydeceased father's mother, Grandma Rose, drove me to the front en-trance and let me out on the sidewalk while Aunt Frances...

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Rescuing Aunt Jane

The country lane was becoming more and more familiar, as he approached his Aunt Jane's place. This trip to visit her was certainly not his idea; it was, in fact, his mother's idea. She'd said that Jane was in a major slump, after the death Uncle Henry, and wasn't apparently getting things done. She'd then said that she hoped that a visit from Jaime might settle her down and provide some extra help that she needed to get some things done around her house.Jaime, recently arrived from Iraq, and...

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Living with my Aunt Jane

What a great year this was turning out to be. I had just completed my internship with a company and was offered a full time job with a sister company in another state. I was excited about moving to a new city, but because of my reckless spending I did not have much money in the bank to afford a big move like this. It was depressing to know that after just turning twenty-five, I did not have much to show for my hard work. I was scheduled to begin my new job at the beginning of the next month so...

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Jane

JaneMy wife, Jane and I, David, have been married for 21 years and she is 40 years old, while I am 45 years old. We met when she was 18 years old and I was 23 years old, at the same factory. We have 2 k**s, both have moved on with their lives and we have regular contact with them. She is still as good a looking woman as she was when I first met her, all those years ago. But sex between us has become a bit stale over the past few years, and even she admits to that. Jane stands 5 feet tall and...

2 years ago
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Living With Aunt Jane

Mom made the phone call and called me back to say that everything was settled and that Aunt Jane would not mind at all. It was settled then. I packed my belongings and headed out with about one week to move in and reacquaint myself with my Aunt. Driving up to my Aunt's house I wondered if I had made the wrong decision? I walked up to the door and was happily greeted by my Aunt Jane. After exchanging hellos we adjourned into the sitting room to catch up on each other's lives. "So Brian,...

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Jane

JANE By Lorna Elizabeth Black CHAPTER 1 - NEW BEGINNING Two years ago, I was, to my mind, in a bad way. My marriage had just ended in divorce and I'd lost my job through redundancy about the same time. So all in all, I was what you might say, in a fairly desperate state. However things were beginning to improve slightly, I did manage to get another job as a clerk in an accountant's office in another town. Although I had spent most of my working career in the insurance...

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Changing Jane

Changing JaneI: The End Of The Same        The sun blared light through the small bedroom window. Jane had been woken up this way for the past seven days, ever since she decided to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life for a break, a little time alone to reflect on herself and where she was heading. As the light poured in through the window, Jane rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and roused herself awake. She looked at the small clock on the bedside table and saw small red numbers...

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FUCKED BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF

He said “How would you like to be fucked by the Devil?” I thought to myself this is the worst pick up line I have ever heard and I turned to blast this stranger with a berating barrage of indignant phrases but when I went to open my mouth nothing came out! He was drop dead gorgeous tall with black hair and green eyes that saw right into my soul so instead of blasting this dark beautiful stranger I just said “Hello!” He said “Hi I'm Darius...Darius Natas!” while taking then shaking my hand his...

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Fun and Games She Devil Style Part 2

One last look in the mirror before I go in. I hate this new sweater dress. It's a size six, too tight and much too low cut. It shows off way too much of my cleavage. Oh yes, I have cleavage now. I'm a 36C-22-38. She Devil wanted me to have that "tits and ass" look. The skirt of my dress is really tight. It actually clings to my ass and doesn't cover much more than that. Black sweater dress, lace hose, white ankle boots, lots of jewelry, perfume, and make up. Bobbi trained...

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Deal with the Devil

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Pact with the DevilChapters 510

Michael finished his shower as the rest of the troupe got back to their sunbathing outside. As he stepped out of the bath, a familiar figure stood before him. "It hasn't been a hundred years!" he exclaimed. "Shut up and sit down," she said. "I'm here out of courtesy; to see how you're doing." "Fine," he said. "Yeah! I see that," she said plopping herself down on his bed. "How much fucking did you do today?" "You saw all that?" he said throwing himself onto the bed to...

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Mary Jane

Mary Jane (In Her Mary Janes) by Misty Galant "Stop fidgeting, Mary Jane." Martha Winters admonished. Mary Jane was actually her husband Martin who because of bad behavior had been reduced in status to a six year old girl. Now Mary Jane was dressed in a pink dress and black Mary Janes, with frilly anklets. She was waiting in the living room with her mother. "But mommy, I'm thcared." When anxious or stressed, Mary Jane had a tendency to lisp. She was very fearful of meeting...

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Seduction of Deputy Jane

Union A proud Sheriff McCalister held the hand of Jane Harrison and led her to the beaming groom. David Cunningham took her hand and smiled at his veiled bride, dressed all in white. At the altar of a small, quiet church that David frequented with his parents, the reverend began the wedding ceremony. Jane was the deputy of Sheriff McCalister. They were from the tiny town of Junkerville. Orphaned at the age of five, Jane was the ward of the sheriff ever since her parents were killed in a road...

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Tarzan and Jane

Jane was on a expedition deep in an African jungle. She studied lions, rhinos, apes, etc. She crossed nearly half of the safari and decided to search the deep wooded areas of the jungle. She came across a river flowing with pure clear water. The water algea matched the green in her eyes. Jane was a strong woman. Not muscled but fit and athletic. You have to be exploring terrain where you must constantly move. Jane prepared for the heat, by wearing short khaki booty shorts, and a sleeveless...

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12 incredible days of sex with Aunt Jane

I'm not really a writer but this is a true story so it compensates for the lack of flowery words.I was 18 that summer some 10 yrs ago when I answere to a newspaper ad for a Thai English translator. The job travels with the Variety show to a province in Thailand.I expected it to be in an upper class subdivision but the address brought me to a 3 bedroom house in the poorer section of the city. I ring the door bell. At first a man in his 30's appeared, he was sleepy and he called on his wife or...

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Jane

JaneI have been friends with a guy from work (Dan) for a long time he and his wife (Jane) have been swingers for years we used to talk about some of the places they would go on their vacation . My wife would never do anything remotely like the things they were doing . So after my divorce I got to know them much better . I have been invited over to their house about a month after my divorce (no k**s) because Dan said that I looked depressed at work which I was . My regular supply of pussy when...

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Meeting Jane

I have been invited over to my friend’s house to meet his wife for the first time, just a few drinks and a chat, hopefully will be a good evening as my mate K is always a good laugh so hopefully his wife will be as well.Once I got to their house K let me in, after taking off my shoes and coat he led me into the living room. He introduced me to his wife Jane, to say I was amazed is an understatement, she is a gorgeous looking lady, I guess late forties, red hair wonderful figure and legs you...

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Grimm Tales The Dancer and the Devil

"Tell me again why I should let you tie me up like this, Jacob?" Jacob gazed down at the object of his desire, his lips curving into a wicked grin. There was little doubt about the measure of luck he’d been gifted with. His wife was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who could blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding...

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The Devil in a Red Dress

The Devil in a Red Dress by Jennifer The rush was incredible. It was probably one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. My mind was drifting in what seemed like another world as she still rolled the head of my penis in her mouth. It seemed that she was intent on making me cum again, but I was completely spent. "What the hell" I thought. "I might as well let her try". After all, I've slept with a lot of women, but this one, Jenny, was near physical perfection. In about ten...

3 years ago
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Fun with Dick and Jane

(this is the continuing adventures that were begun in "Gee Spot Run." In that story, Jane and I meet in the park and talk about Jane's disappointing sex life. We both end up at my home, where I teach Jane how to truly enjoy the fine art of masturbation) I didn't hear from Jane for a week, and I wasn't sure how to interpret her silence: was she boggled and speechless by the turbulence of her newly awakened lust;.... or was she beginning to think about publicly branding her neighbor as...

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Jane

Jane Peppers is 28yrs just got a new job as a check out girl at Rudy's Food Mart. She just moved here from her parents house. Moving out on her own she needed every thing for a home but her money was tight. She window shopped a lot and the shoes at Ginger's shoes were the best she had to have them, but at *0 dollars they would have to wait if she wanted to eat. The shoes were to good though so she bought them. Now hungry at work she stole a meal and drink and Wendy saw her. Wendy is the...

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Taking Jane

I had a bikini for her to use. A hot pink bikini that tied up at the sides and back. A little revealing but she thought she guess it would have to do since she didn't have hers. She went into my bathroom to change and we went downstairs to the Jacuzzi. We got in and talked some more. Then I pull out my hard penis from my swim trunks. Jane is shocked and cries " No." I put it away and backed off. She decided it is time for her to leave. She got out to return to my room to change and leave....

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Putting Dick In Jane

Rich had endured a long dry spell after he and his wife decided to end their marriage, having finally realized that they didn’t have much in common or anything to talk about when they weren’t fucking each other senseless. After two years of nearly continuous sex, divorce left him horny as a busboy in a titty bar. His happily married friends, Pete and Diane were tired of hearing him whine about it. One day Diane handed him a slip of paper with a phone number and said, ‘Call my friend Jane....

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