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.

I always looked forward to going out to this one particular client. For one, the work was easy and I was out of the office. Two, there was a girl that sometimes worked there who intrigued me. She was the manager of one of the ice cream shops that we did the accounting work for. When she was not at the store, she was usually at the main office working on the computer for one reason or another. nnI first started seeing her during the winter months, and when I did, she was always wearing heavy and loose clothing. As a matter of fact, the first few times I saw her, she did not really strike me as good looking. But about the third or fourth time, the way she talked to me and to others, and her overall body language, not to mention her youngish-looking face and innocent smile, made me look at her in a different way. She was damn cute, and what's more.she had that 'look'. That potential to be a wild lover and it was then I really began to wonder what her prowess between the sheets would be like. I could only hope I would be able to find out.nnI never knew how old she was, but by her looks and that most of the people managing the stores appeared to be young people; I guessed that she was between 21-24. The last time I was out at this client's, I checked the personnel file and found out she was 22. nnMy wife and I were unique in that we had an open marriage. There was not much in the way of rules, but one of them was that any girl I spent time with had to be at least 21, and any guy she spent time with could not be over 50. Don't ask. Another part of the rules was that we always shared our experiences with one another, and although it was not a rule per se, it was always assumed that one or the other could not get more than the other. She was up on me the past few months, and I was hoping that Lindsay (that's her name) would be up for some overtime at least one day during the next couple of days I was going to be at this client's office, even though it was never a given that she'd be there at all.nnThe next time I was there was really the first time it was warm out in almost six months!

"Get the hell away from him!," he heard snarled savagely as he was jerked away. "You will not reward this.piece of crap!" He heard the words just as he heard the kicks. It sounded unfamiliar in its bitter anger. Shadow heard the man cry out. He'd struck a sensitive area with one of his last kicks. Shadow responded instinctively. He snarled a similar response and attacked! Only to scream away in terrified horror as he scored a hit and was seared with the blood. He tucked his tail and fled. Only he was blind. He stumbled over people, chains, children, and even bodies. He didn't know Collin was chasing him. The blood was burning him! Literally, he realized as he smelled the burning flesh and fur. He rolled still too scared to think straight. A phoenix! The slaver was a phoenix.

Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.