So there I am in the staff room of Peroni’s Nightclub, my trousers and boxers pooled at my ankles, with the beautiful Julie – slightly sweaty, but now properly attired- beside me when my wife Angela walks in. Actually, to be exact, she was my soon-to-be-ex-wife, after I caught her in bed fucking my former-best-friend.

Angela stopped abruptly – and her jaw hit the floor. She took in the angelic body that is Julie, flicked across to my softening cock and then back to Julie. For a brief instant anger flashed across her eyes, before she recalled her own infidelity and forced herself to swallow her ire.
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Okay, so I get stressed. It goes with the job, you know? I deal with people, a lot of people, on a daily basis. And it winds me up. Everyone has their own ways to cope. I don’t do yoga or any of that new-age crap. I hit the gym. Not to be a bodybuilder, or to train for marathons. I’m not even the type that goes just to check out women, like some of my buddies who shall remain nameless. I mean, I’m not single and haven’t been for awhile. I go to blow off some steam and try to regain the little bit of the sanity I lose on a daily basis. And that’s where I was today. I was finishing off one of my typical routines on an exercise bike and planning to just zone the hell out.
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Alex, where is our play kit?” I asked, noticing that he wasn’t carrying it.

“It’s inside.”

“Go get it. I’ll be in the car,” I told Alex as I walked down the driveway. When my husband thinks we aren’t going to hook up, he leaves our play kit at home.

Alex’s little bag comes in handy when we go to dances or play parties and end up getting naked. Besides condoms and lube, his pack contains toothbrushes, lipstick, breath mints, hair scrunchies and a toy or two. The hair scrunchies keep my long, red hair out of the way when I’m giving blowjobs and became an essential part of our play kit early on.

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I thought I would share our first anal experience. Anne and I have been married for 12 years and have been very happy together. We booked a night on the town to get out and have some time together. We left the kids with my parents. We booked into a hotel in the city and proceeded to get into a barrage of drinks from various hotels we wandered to and from. We were having a great time.
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It takes him forever just to meet my eyes. I think he is sexy and I like a challenge, so I flirt with him whenever I come into the office. Mostly because he seems shy so I think it’ll unnerve him a little; partly because when you see somebody so calm like that, so even-keeled, you want to shake them up a bit. Throw them off balance, make sure they remember you. But then he looks me in the eye for the first time, and I think, damn. His eyes are blue.
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So I have been thinking about this series of scenarios and want to share them with you. I am sure that you will be glad to see me after over a month of celibacy. I know I will be very excited to see you. I may not wear underwear to pick you up from the airport. I think I will wear something low cut so that you can see just a hint of cleavage. Maybe a skirt so that I am all the more accessible to you and your hands. I will be in my car just outside so that I don’t have to go to the parkade (really) and my darling Bunny will come out the door with his crushing amount of luggage on a luggage cart so that his hands are free to give me a sweet hug and luscious kiss.
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