Jamie looked through her closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. She was excited to be invited to one of his client cocktail parties at his new boss's house, and she wanted to look as sexy as possible for him. She knew that her husband liked to show her off like a trophy, and she loved the appreciative looks she received from other men, and more than a few of the women. She giggled at that thought as she picked out her sexiest outfit. nnJamie and Steve had only been married two years now, and although she was a devastatingly beautiful woman she was constantly worried about other women tempting her husband. Steve was a handsome charismatic man who commanded any room he entered. Women were constantly throwing themselves at him like desperate schoolgirls, and it drove her crazy to even think of him with anyone else. And on top of that, she still hadn't forgotten his one time fling with her friend Kimberly.nnTonight she was going all out, partly to make Steve proud, but also to make him jealous. She didn't like the way he flirted with those drab female executives, or how they hovered over him like they owned him. She always ended up alone at these things, or worse, cornered by some boring accountant type who thought he actually might have a chance with her, and now she wanted to get back at him. She knew how jealous and possessive he could be when men flirted with her. This was the perfect opportunity to tease him unmercifully.nnStanding in her tiniest black lace bra and matching g-string panties that barely even covered her, she slipped into a tight short, short black tube dress. She wore her highest stilettos, dabbed a little musk behind her ears and touched up her lipstick. nnSteve came home when she was almost ready. She came out of the bedroom as he came in through the door. He almost gasped at the sight of her. nn"Oh my God Jamie, you're stunning!" he exclaimed.

"The girls are named Cheyenne, Shappa, Izusa, Kiona, and Peta. I have two others coming shortly. They are Tiponya and Tala. Cheyenne is a Meda. A prophet of her people.a priestess," a voice intoned dryly.nnThen another took over. "The boys are named Bavol, Boyce, Chase, Coyone, Dominique, Durril, Elsu.and Durril is the Drakkar of his people.a fortuneteller."nnAt the end of these lists the men speaking were escorted out. Someone else began to speak softly but firmly. "I have been told Shappa, Izusa, Kiona, and Peta are sisters. Cheyenne and Elsu. Tiponya and Tala. Bavol and Durril, also. The four Frenchmen are all brothers, too, I believe. Your scouts found every one of them living upon the planet unaware of the special blood that runs through their veins, my lord. And the other one.He knows.

My name is Ana I came to England from the Philippines 4 years ago as a trained nurse and I now work in the local Accident and Emergency Dept. nnI met my husband (Jim) at work, as he is a nurse as well. We married just over two years after. I am tall for a Filipino with small breasts and a nice arse or so my husband says.nnBefore we had met I had a boyfriend in the Philippines but my sex life only developed since coming to England and meeting my husband. I intend to tell you a few of the tales about our sex life.nnOur sex life started out fairly normally but he soon started to introduce some kinkier aspects at first this was just sexy underwear which he likes me to wear as much as possible with a particular fetish for stockings and hold-ups. He has even persuaded me to wear hold-ups to work under my uniform. nnAt around the same time we started to experiment with different positions the doggy style being a particular favourite of mine. After this he started to introduce some toys although resistant at first I came to love being fucked by the big pink dildo he bought for me. nnHis next innovation to our sex lives was to introduce some fantasy role-play this of course meant me dressing up the first was my nurse's outfit; his other favourites are schoolgirl, secretary and prostitute. nnFor my schoolgirl outfit I have a lovely pleated red tartan check skirt which gets him hard just thinking about it, for my other outfits I make do with what ever I can find in my wardrobe, the one thing they all have in common is that I have to wear them with stockings or hold-ups.nnAfter this I thought I was ready for anything then Jim started to introduce his fantasies into our sex lives not just dress-ups this time, now he wanted to talk and me talk about what other things I would like to do. nnOne of the main themes was bringing other people into the picture. At first it was about introducing other women and having a threesome in that way then he started to talk about getting other men included and not just one. nnHe likes to hear me talk about taking on several men at the same time so that I am fucked to full satisfaction. These stories would become more and more elaborate and he would always become very excited about them. nnWe discussed more and more about acting these fantasies out, eventually of course Jim persuaded me to do something about it and set in place a plan to find a couple of extra guys to fuck me.nnThe plan involved attending a local pub that he had found that is fairly clean and the clientele seemed fairly decent. We went on a Tuesday evening so that it wouldn't be too busy.

VisitnnFinally, the plane begins its descent. As much as she loves flying, she's always eager to get off the plane. Swallowing a couple of times to unblock her ears, she thinks how strange it always feels to fly down through the clouds. Seeing the clouds from a plane window always put things in perspective for Grace. It was kind of the same feeling she got when she was at the beach at night; the crashing of waves and wind roaring in her ears deafening her, sand sifting through her fingers in a soothing shiver – it all reminded her of the enormity of the universe, and the insignificance of her own small self-created existence. nnAs the wheels hit the tarmac, Grace jolted out of her reverie, blinking twice and looking around her. Memory slithers back, and a buzz of anticipation fills her, the rush of adrenaline causing her nerves to dance. She can't wait to get out of this damned plane. She can ignore her claustrophobia when the plane is moving, and all the other passengers are doing their own thing, but now that they're sitting on the ground, the chatter and impatience of the people around her smothers her. She waits for the majority to grab their carry-on luggage, takes her own bag and packs her book into it, and walks off the plane. nnOnce in the taxi, the claustrophobia fades again and she closes her eyes, resting her head back on the seat. I've been wanting this for so long now, she thinks. It seems unbelievable that it's actually happening. A fantasy slips through her mind, although not the first she's had today. She'd ran through many different scenarios during the flight, entertaining herself with various thoughts until her desire had overcome her and she'd had to go into the tiny toilet aboard the plane and slide a finger between her legs, rubbing in rough circles on her clit until she came, a hard, fast, intense orgasm. She'd bitten her bottom lip so hard, trying to hold back any noises that might draw attention, that she'd made herself bleed. nnThis particular fantasy involved wondering what it would be like to go out with Mark at night, all dressed up and sleek and glamorous. They'd be catching a taxi somewhere, and he'd order her to suck his cock in the back of the cab with the driver watching in the rearview mirror. The driver would be furtively watching every move she made, hearing each little muffled moan of her pleasure at being used by him so blatantly. Still watching the road carefully, the driver would glance at the mirror often, seeing what a slut she was, understand that she's Mark's slut and that she does as he commands.