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- This is my first attempt at a story worth posting to this forum... please
- be gentle with me! Any resemblance to persons living or dead is not
- intentional... don't blame me if you recognize your neighbors.
-
- The following contains graphic language of a sexual nature... if this
- offends you, or you are under 18, discontinue now.
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- [Nifty title i haven't thought up yet]
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- My husband and i have this system... let me tell you about it. We like
- to go to the high class strip joints... you know the ones, the "gentlemen's
- clubs" on the ritzy side of town... where the girls are young and hot,
- and the drinks are expensive and cold.
-
- I like to look at women... i don't think that is an uncommon thing, really,
- and i know my husband doesn't mind. How often does _your_ wife suggest a
- night out at the tittie bars? Women intrigue me... i like the contrast of
- their soft curvy bodies to the hard mass of men... and i do like the men!
-
- A typical night goes something like this...
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- We like to start early, to get a good look at the women before the drunks
- really get riled up, and while the girls are fresh. Dancing is hard work,
- no matter how well you get paid. Besides, we like to get a good table
- right up front, for the best view.
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- After the first round of dancing, we will discuss the new girls and see
- if there are any that interest us both. Personally, i like the young
- fresh ones with pert bottoms, just aching for the touch of my hand. Last
- week, we picked out a petite brunette that claimed nineteen, though she
- didn't look a day over sixteen to me... Anyway, i knew right away that
- she was the one... small, saucy breasts, and a high tight bottom that
- gave my husband an instant hard on... i knew we would be in agreement!
- I gave him the signal, then started the fight. Nothing too loud at
- first, just a lover's quarrel which ended with him leaving the table, and
- me stalking out of the bar. This would earn him the sympathy of the
- dancers, and give me time to prepare...
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- Once home, i freshened the bedroom, putting fresh white silk sheets on the
- bed (the better to show off that lovely honey tan), and red pillow cases
- on the feather pillows... needed a reference for just the right color...
-
- When the time was right, i started the bath. We have a huge tub, and like
- to joke that it will seat 5... 7, if they are close friends! Anyway, i put
- a nice scented oil in the tub, took a quick shower, and sure enough, heard
- the key at the front door. I quickly dimmed the lighting and slipped into
- the closet, where the rest of the equipment was kept within easy reach...
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- The dancer (Cheryl, i later learned) was slightly tipsy and leaning heavily
- on my husband as they entered the bedroom. Not a problem, as my handsome
- man is quite large. He whispered something in her ear, and she squealed in
- laughter as they passed my hiding place. She seemed surprised at the
- waiting tub, but he smoothed over her questions and began to undress her.
- He could not resist her pretty breasts, but i forgave him that small
- indiscretion... i like to prepare them myself, first.
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- As the two of them slipped into the tub, she questioned him about me.
- "Are you sure your wife won't be home? I don't want to deal with that
- jealousy stuff i saw earlier..." He reassured her that everything was
- fine, and busied himself with washing her back.
-
- When they exited the tub, i was waiting. Cheryl was shocked, but still
- too drunk to react well. I grabbed her hands, and with my husband's help,
- we soon had her securely tied to the bed. I was right, the white sheets
- showed her off to perfection. She had a dainty little pubic mound that
- made me ache to go right at it, but i had to follow the rules...
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- We bound her to the bed face down. Her feet were tied to the base of the
- footboard so that she was bent at the waist... this was essential for the
- first stage.
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- I removed a leather paddle from the closet. One side was covered with the
- softest rabbit hair, and with this i softly stroked her buttocks until she
- was writhing and moaning slightly. When i felt she was ready, i raised
- the paddle and smacked her sharply on her ass... probably harder than i
- should have, but not hard enough to damage her. I then settled into a
- steady rhythym that would not stop until her butt was the same color
- as my bright red pillows...
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-
- [to be continued...]
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