Being the wife of a Southern Baptist minister left me sexually frustrated. Whenever I tried to suggest we try anything other than the "missionary" position, I was chastised. I couldn't keep any kind of device in the house that might help out my unfilled sexual appetite, as my husband would search my drawers and purse all the time. He told me that the devil wanted my soul and that's why I was such a Jezebel. He told me that whenever I felt those sexual urges I should go to the alter and pray until I no longer felt the burning desires inside of me. Needless to say, I was in extreme need for sexual fulfillment.nnOur church was having its annual convention and my husband was working long, late hours. I spent time tending the house and garden. It was a particularly hot day and the sweat was rolling off my face down the front of my white blouse. My blouse was sticking to me and making me feel even hotter, so I shamelessly unbuttoned it and tossed it on the ground. nnHow naughty I felt as my breasts were freed and the wind blew across my nipples. It felt so good, I couldn't stop with that. I slipped my shorts off and danced playfully around the yard in my satin thong bikini panties. The hedge was tall enough that someone would have to be standing on their tiptoes to see me. I grabbed the hose and turned on the water sprinkler. I hopped in and out of the water, squealing like a little child. The heat of the day continued to mount and I eventually just stood in the middle of the sprinkler, allowing it to keep my body cool. I slipped my hands into my thong bikini and massaged my clitoris hard and heavy until it began throbbing.nnAt the same time, my husband was in the middle of a crisis at the convention. He had forgotten the folders he needed for the night's meeting schedule.

This is for Doorite.Here's hoping nnWe've known one another since I was 13, when I was your Pookie & you were my Voogie (ok, I admit, strange names for one another).you know the whole lost touch thing happened and then when I was 15 you came back into my life. I gave you my innocence willingly that day in the basement of your grandfather's home and then it seemed we were never alone unless we were making love. Things happened again, as they almost always do with teenagers in love (or, I think you loved me then.I really don't know that you ever said the words to me) and a wedge was blown between us that we never knew if we'd be able to repair or close. But I didn't hate you for what happened, I hated myself for allowing myself to be hurt so badly again. We both moved onto other places in our lives, had some relationships that left us battered and bruised, and then it happened, FACEBOOK!nnIt's true that you never forget your first lover, and that it can be harder to remember the ones who you know that you never truly loved in the first place. You were one of the first people I looked for, and there you were. listed as single. We started talking through the site and then over MSN, agreeing to meet for coffee one day and actually following through with it. Of course, there were the nerves, and I didn't know if you'd come so I'd brought a book for protection so as not to be found alone in a public place. but then, there you were, and it was as though we had never been apart.nnWe saw each other a few times over the first couple of weeks, at first both believing that friendship was probably where things were headed. I'm not sure when things changed for you, or really even for me, but one day I just knew that I want you back in my life, romantically, to stay. So, I showed up at your door and being ever so subtle I told you that I want us to date again, you told me that you'd like that as well, but not until some other things settle down and you have more time to devote to a relationship. So, I took you to my Literotica profile and you read some of my writing and you told me that you want to read more, so, here is a tale just for you, letting you know what I'd like to have happen between us, at least physically.nn*****nnYou'll be sitting at your computer one day, working on your music & there will be a knock at the door. You'll already know that I'm coming over to give you a massage so you'll just yell for me to let myself in, as I walk through the door you'll provide your usual greeting, "Hi hon.

Again, like with all my stories featuring my girlfriend Angelina and I everything is fact and nothing except names are changed.nnThe previous story (Angelina: Night Out With The Girls) took place in August 2007. You don't need to have read it to enjoy this story, but you might want to read it after if you do enjoy this. This story is a flashback to a previous night when we had some sexy fun. At the end of Angelina: Night Out With The Girls she was planning to go out to a club dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, teasing me that she was going to enjoy herself again. Unfortunately, it happened to be the wrong time of the month and she stayed in instead. She is going out again this weekend, so perhaps there will be more to tell in a future chapter. Onto this story now.nnThere was a Saturday night in February 2005 that kicked everything off when it came to Angelina's naughty antics outside our relationship. A friend she hadn't seen for two or three years happened to get back in touch and had arranged to come up for a drink that night. As she was driving up and wanted to have a few drinks Angelina had asked her to stay overnight, so she could drive home the next day. Her friend, Alicia, agreed. I was immediately joking about a threesome. It was a joke. I didn't think anything would happen at all. I had met Alicia once for about ten minutes and didn't know her at all.nnAlicia is a year older than Angelina, so at the time she would have been 27 and Angelina 26. I was 24. Alicia had lost a lot of weight but she was still a bigger girl than Angelina. She had bigger tits, rounder thighs and her ass more curvy.

Neither Azizah, nor Azman realized how easily Halimah's conversion to swinging was going to be until Azman received notice that Mike would be coming in from the states, to prepare a report on how well the company's latest venture was doing. nnAzman wasn't worried. He knew that he was doing a good job and looked forward to seeing Mike again. Azizah was equally thrilled at knowing that Mike would be here soon, remembering the times Mike had buried his big bone in her pussy, leaving her able only to walk on very shaky legs, but with a bright smile in her eyes and on her soft lips.nnSince it would soon be Halimah's task to welcome visitors to Kuala Lumpur, Azman decided to have her accompany him and Azizah. Azman knew Mike's weakness for lovely Asian women, and Halimah would be a welcome addition to the party setting out to greet a friend as well as a member of Earl's staff.nnThe threesome met Mike at the airport. Mike shook Azman's hand, then turned to Azizah and obviously wanted to pull her into his arms, but Azizah just let him take her hands because of her concern that it was a public location. Mike smiled, remembering that the customs of Malaysia frowned on a public display of affection, so, lifting her hand he kissed it. Azman looked on with a smile which surprised Halimah. nnHalimah whispered to Azman "Do American's always greet a lady in such a way?"nn"Only if they are old friends," Azman said with a smile, turning to signal for his limousine to pick them up. With Mike's baggage stored in the trunk, Azman and Mike got into the car with Azizah between them while Halimah sat in the jump seat facing the three on the broad rear seat. Azman drew the sliding panel that separated them from the driver and looked at Halimah with that same smile. She didn't miss the fact that Mike was kissing Azizah passionately and his hands were roaming over her breasts as they drove the short distance to the hotel where Mike would be staying while in KL. It shocked her that Mike would be so affectionate with Azizah, without more than a smile from Azman who looked on as his wife and his friend remained in a tight embrace. She was wondering just how "friendly" she would be expected to be as she entertained other important visitors to Azman's plant. She hadn't missed the fact that Mike's attention had been riveted on her for several minutes as they waited for the car. His eyes had traveled up and down her body, causing that tingling sensation between her thighs she always got before her defenses crumbled as sex appeared to be in the offing. His smile at her, and nod of approval, was answered by a shy smile from Halimah before she realized he was a total stranger.