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  v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} 14.00 Normal 0 false false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";} Jack can't resist his neighbor's daughter and her friend. by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  . "Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls out." My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it. "It will be good to get you out of the house and they will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my mom in Austin." Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed. "You do need to start going on real dates though Jack. In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration." Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack off while looking at her bare tits. I hadn't taken her up on her rather open invitation to repeat in part because I was getting so much inspiration from her daughter and Sophia. I stammered and Amy finally left me alone to think about the evening ahead. I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was completely out of the ordinary for me, but I vacillated from trying to look 'cool' and young with not wanting to look like I was trying to hard with being disgusted with myself for lusting after these two girls less than half my age. I ended up wearing an all black outfit, black pants and shirt and a black jacket. I looked sharp and felt like I would be in control wearing this. I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls were supposed to come over so I could drive them to the restaurant. I felt like a boy waiting anxiously for his prom date. I shuddered when I realized that my prom was over 20 years ago, but the two girls had theirs just a couple of months ago. I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem too anxious. Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower pattern. She looked like an H&M model with her long legs were displayed proudly. Tina kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Uncle Jack. Don't you look sharp!" I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and suddenly saw Sophia in front of me. I looked down quickly and saw she was much less dressed up, wearing no make-up, a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked so sexy with no effort at all, I thought as she leaned against me and kissed my cheek. I could feel she was not wearing a bra and my cock started to swell. "Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may have told Tina about her visit. "Err, well; um; let's go?" I suggested. The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to both of them how nervous I was. Certainly Sophia knew she could wrap me around her finger, but I hoped to keep my dignity with Tina. Tina sat in front with me on the way there and I got hard just looking at her bare long legs. It looked like she had oiled them they were so smooth. When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant

My Wife, The Model?based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast.  Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure.  With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.” [[MORE]]   This is a dream that I have often fantasized with my wife about, she always said that she would never pose for pictures for anyone but me.  One day when Kristen was at work, I went out and rented a nice professional .   camera with all of the attachments, a few lights, and I even had our friend Cassandra come over to help me out.  Cassie is a professional beautician, and she agrees that Kristen should be a model.    It was party Cassie’s plan to get Kristen all made up and then take pictures of her.   I knew that we couldn’t take pictures of her with our house, which looks like a shack on its best day, so I went downtown and rented a luxury suite for the night.  When Kristen came home from work, Cassie was already there, and she told her that Kristen was going out for a night on the town and wear something sexy and pack an overnight bag.    I was adjusting the lighting when my beautiful wife and Cassie showed up.  Kristen couldn’t believe all of the trouble that I went through to pull this off, I looked at Cassie and said “thanks, Kristen Looks incredible.”  Cassie said thanks and instructed Kristen to show her the Pictures when it’s all said and done.    My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?”  I pointed to the window sill and said, “Beautiful!” in my best European accent.  She laughed and started to pose, I snapped picture after picture, saying “Beautiful,” with every snap.  I must have gone through about four rolls of thirty five millimeter, when Kristen started removing her clothes.  Step by step, her body started becoming more visible to me, I tried to stay in character, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”  Once Kristen was naked in front of me, I kept snapping pictures, more and more, close-ups, different angles, I couldn’t get enough of her.  The clicking of the camera was inspiring Kristen to perform, her inhibitions were dropping and she was becoming more and more erotic.  Her fingers were exploring her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, that’s when one hand dropped between her legs.  Her head tilted back, “snap, snap,” moving her hand back and forth between her legs, “snap, snap.”  Breathing heavier and heavier, the camera clicking as my wife, Mrs. Conservative was masturbating in front of some European photographer who kept saying, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”  When she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, her hands were moving faster and faster, her breathing getting deeper and deeper.  I kept trying to stay in character, but every now and then a “wow” would escape my lips.  Here is my wife moaning and moaning in front of me and I just kept taking pictures.  When she screamed out her orgasm and laid down on the window sill, I took a few more pictures and then I packed up the gear and made my exit saying, “Beautiful!” about a hundred times.  I had the film developed the next day and I can only imagine the expressions on the guys faces who developed the film. Watching my wife, picture by picture masturbating in front of them, I wonder if they said, “Beautiful, Beautiful!” By Fugman for Tumblr.

“It’s okay, you can look all you want," based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.   One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water. My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career. When the phone rang, we both thought it is either Mom or Dad checking up on us, we both argued on who would pick it up. I picked up the phone and was delighted to hear that it wasn’t Mom or Dad, but one of my sisters friends from college. I threw the phone on the chaise lounge and jumped in the pool, my sister, rather disgusted that she would have to leave the cool water to pick up the phone because I wouldn’t bring it to her. “Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.” She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.”  I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!”  “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!”  I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest.  She just walked away.  About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me.  I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen.  She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach.  I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes.  She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle.    My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump.  “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool.  I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks.  The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up.  I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?”  Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes.  I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say.  She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.”  I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed.  A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway.  Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?”  I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock.  I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.”  About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.”  “It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!”  I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end.  I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well.  The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped.  “What’s this, as she reached under the wate

Divorced man is tempted by girls next door. by writemarksmith. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a pool…the American Dream. We kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities. We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised for a big role back at headquarters in the USA. This all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags. I had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most of our time away, but we were between renters. As I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice calling my name. “Jack?! Wow, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost!” It was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a simple, sleeveless top. We hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated. Any took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea. “Why don’t you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.” Amy agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4 months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something was going on. I settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries. Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a flat stomach. T

My Anniversary Gift based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. My wife Cassandra and I are approaching our first year anniversary, I was trying to think of the perfect way to express how much I feel towards her.  She always works very hard and has very little time to spend on her, I thought of sending her to one of those Spa’s, but I thought of an even better way, I would do all of the pampering here at our home.  Our Anniversary was this coming Friday, I had a little over four days to prepare. I had tried to get everything set, but when I came home Friday, Cassie already had things in mind, I found her lighting candles all over the apartment in her wedding dress, when she saw me, she simply say, this is what I was wearing on the best day of my life.  I had to agree with her, and I told her she looked stunning, I went to her and gave her a huge hug and a kiss.  I said, “you do know that you won’t be wearing that dress as long this time?”  She smiled and said, “I hope not!”  I went into the bathroom, dragging her in with me, the room was covered with a soft glow of flickering light and a soft smell of roses and lilac’s.   I kissed her very gently on the lips and told her, it was my turn for me to take care of her.  I ran a nice warm bath in our over-sized claw tub, I made sure it was warm and I put some of the her favorite bubble bath, as she continued to light more candles.  “Honey, I know you like candles, but the fire department is going to show up before the night is over.”  She giggled and came over to me for another tender hug and a kiss.  I kissed her passionately on the lips and then I said “relax honey, I’ll take care of you all night.”  I slowly removed her wedding gown, which was pretty much the only thing she was wearing, with the exception of the traditional garter belt.  I hung her wedding dress on the door and stared at her lovely body, naked except for the garter belt wrapped tightly around her shapely thighs.  I took my time, watching my wife in the glow of the candles, I examined her whole body, slowly moving my eyes up and down.  I went over to her and knelt down before her, I told her “now this is what I wanted to do at our reception,” I bent down, kissed her thighs and slowly removed her garter with my teeth.  I was sure to slide my tongue down her legs as the removal took place.  Cassie said that if I had done that at our reception, she would have taken me to the limo right then and there.  When I stood back up again, I was met with a much more passionate kiss, one of those kisses that tells you what you are in store for.  I turned the bathwater off, and encouraged her to get in the tub, with a quizzical look on her face she did as she was told.  I took the  sponge and started to wash her feet, paying attention to the bottoms and her toes.  I slowly moved my hands and sponge up to her legs, paying close attention to every side and each leg, I moved up a little higher to her knees, spending a little more time at the backs of her knees.  I climbed yet a little higher, to her lower thighs.   With each new territory that I reached, I paid some extra time at the places I knew that she really likes to be kissed and touched.  Mid-thigh now, and she has her head back, enjoying the pampering and getting more and more excited as I slowly ascend to her upper thighs.  I reach every new area, with the exception of the place I know she most wants me to touch, I move slowly up close, but then I avoid it and move up to her stomach.  I move the sponge all over her belly, her belly button to just below her breasts, she gasps as I nudge one of her breasts with the sponge.  I then spend a little extra time cleaning her breasts, moving it around and a round, coming close to her nipples and then once again avoiding them altogether.   I move up to her upper chest, just above h

Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach. By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat.  As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours. But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies. “What’s up?” Rosalie asked. “I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?” Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?” “Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?” “I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.” “Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.” “Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.” “Perfect. See you in few hours.” Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down. Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later. “So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?” “No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.” “So, this is a summer holiday trip?” “Exactly,” Celia said. “And you’re not hooking up with either one?” “No… but…” “Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?” “I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.” “Distract how?” Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.” “Maybe I should know their names first.” “Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.” Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away. By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d al