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Phantom Lover by Dean Hodgson copyright (c) 2005 (MF, MFF, cheat, oral, toys, supernatural)
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- 1 -
I was on my way to the kitchen to get a drink when the doorbell chimed The William Tell Overture. Annoyed, I padded barefoot through the house, across the entranceway tiles and opened the front door.
"Hi!" the woman said with a cheery smile. "I'm sorry to bother you but I used to own this place and I think I may have left something here."
On the other side of the mesh screen stood radiant cuteness: mid 20's maybe, couldn't be over 150cm tall, petite build, a revealing red halter tied just below her semi-exposed breasts, eye-catching cleavage, bare midriff, graceful hip curves half-covered by white shorts. Her feet were bare and her short blonde hair, oddly, was wet and slicked back. No bra either, I noticed. Clever me!
There was something intriguing about her, and she certainly didn't look like a salesperson, so against my better judgement, I opened the screen door and invited her in with a wave.
"Thanks. I'm Tamsin Taylor." Nice dimples on a freckled face that could sell a million cars.
As she brushed past, I asked, "What did you leave? By the way, I'm John."
"I've been looking for it all over but can't seem to find it." She turned and winked at me. "Something personal." She seemed to smile a lot and looked right at me when she spoke. Definitely a salesperson type. "I had a secret hidy spot in the bedroom where I kept things that I didn't want my boyfriend to find. Do you mind?"
"Uh, no, go ahead." I followed her down the hall. Nice ass, I thought as I watched it sway with each of her steps. Then I thought, What am I doing? Letting a pretty stranger in to scope out my place for a robbery. My wife would kill me.
I followed Tamsin straight to the bedroom where she pushed open the walk-in wardrobe door. She entered, crouched, looked in a corner then came out.
"Did you find it?"
"No." She shook her head.
We went back down the hallway. She turned the corner at the end and headed through the dining room to the open sliding door. She stepped outside and stopped beneath the veranda. "I really loved this yard."
I followed her out. "Yeah, it's pretty good, especially the swimming pool and spa." And all the trees and tall shrubs that hid all of the neighbours. No one could see into the backyard from next door without a ladder. It was a big back yard, too.
Tamsin frowned, grabbed her elbows and shook a little, as if chilled, despite the day's warmth. Her breasts pressed together, accentuating that enticing cleavage. I kept glancing at it and those related orbs but tried not to be obvious. Very likely I wasn't doing a good job.
I realized that I was being a bad host. "Would you like a drink?"
She turned back to me, dropped her arms. The smile and charm were back again and she looked straight at me, into my eyes. "Oh, yes, that'd be nice. I'll take whatever you have."
I went back in and took out a vodka cruiser from the fridge for her and another for myself, opened them, then carried them back out and handed one to her. She took a sip then stepped right up next to me. Her nipples created little pointed tents beneath her red top.
"How long have you been here?" she asked. Nice light blue eyes, too. My body was responding to her while my mind said Don't!
"Couple of months," I said. "I think we've just about settled in." Kathryn and I had moved here so she could be a lot closer to her work.
"Where's your wife?" Tamsin asked.
"She goes golfing with her girlfriends on Saturday. She'll back soon." I took another sip. That wasn't entirely true; it would be hours.
Tamsin nodded, moved her drink in a small circle. "I know what that's like. My boyfriend used to go out a lot and leave me alone."
"Yeah, well, she does go out a lot." Kathryn also went out a few nights during the week and often worked late and sometimes at home during the day. Her job meant everything to her.
My relationship with Kathryn had not been the best for several years. We certainly didn't have sex anywhere nearly as often as we used to, and when we did it could be dull or unpleasant in some way and achingly predictable. I am a patient man and I was still very much in love with Kathryn, despite her moods, emotional distance and occasional bitchiness and all the problems we had. I had never cheated on her even though I had thought about it frequently.
"You must get lonely," Tamsin almost whispered. Oh shit, I realized that my dick was already hard. I hoped she wouldn't see. "I know how it feels to be lonely, John." The cliché', of course, was working. She stepped up to me and placed touched my right hand with her fingers. My dick jerked and I think at that moment I was a goner. Tamsin looked so beautiful and it had been a long time since a woman had paid any decent loving attention to me that I could not help it when she placed her hand on top of my hard cock. It felt nothing short of an electric shock. Gallantly push her hand away? You've got to be kidding!
She stared right up at me with those big blue inviting eyes. "I haven't been with anyone in a long time," she said. Another cliché' and it was working extremely well. Then she raised herself on her toes and kissed me. I couldn't help it and I didn't care how Kathryn would feel. I put my arms around Tamsin, pulled her to me and kissed back, deeply. Her breasts felt wonderful and my hands moved down and up and across her back and she kissed right back at me, seeming to want it as much as I did. Our tongues met and performed a delicious little dance and her body moved against me.
She leaned back momentarily and pulled her top off, threw it aside. Firm but not large breasts, small pink nipples very erect. The next thing I knew, she had tugged my shorts and boxers down to my ankles and she was down on one knee as she slid her mouth over my dick. I closed my eyes and moaned. It had been an awfully long time since anyone had done that! She used her swirling tongue to gradually push the foreskin back and caress the knob. I looked down and saw her head bob up and down as she slid her lips over my solid dick, sucking hard and licking me at the same time. The stimulation was fantastic.
"Tamsin," I breathed, "I can't last. It's been way too long." I was breathing heavily and began to shake.
She waved a hand and kept sucking. And I came and came and came. It seemed as if I shot harder than I ever remembered. Tamsin made a sucking sound and swallowed it.
I took a deep breath and shook. Tamsin looked up, released my dick, smiled, stood up with a giggle, let go of my dick, pushed her shorts off, then stepped back, hopped up and sat on the edge of the table. Warm sunlight lit her beautifully from behind. I went over to her. Her legs spread, her arms slid around my neck and she kissed me passionately, tenderly, then firmly. She licked her sperm-touched tongue across my lips. Then, while kissing, she reached down, took hold of my still hard dick and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. Her legs came up, encircled my hips, her ankles locked behind my back and she squeezed herself onto me. Her arms drifted down my back over her feet onto my ass. Using her hands and arms and legs she pulled me harder into her and when she was satisified with her position she started to move her pelvis, pulling onto me using her legs and feet at my back.
"John, I need this, please," she breathed. "It won't take long."
I started fucking slowly, matching her movement. I could feel her entire cunt wrapped around my dick like a slick glove, not tight but firm, easy to feel the whole length move in and out. I increased my tempo and started ramming forcefully into her. The feeling was just incredible. Her head snapped back and she shouted, "Yes!" She panted with each movement of her hips, and she made an increasing amount of noise. I had never been with such a loud woman before, who got louder with each slam and breath. I hoped the neighbours weren't home! It was exhilarating and spurred me onto even greater speed and force. Screw my wife's theory that orgasmic noise is phoney and worthless. In short order, Tamsin was shaking and loudly proclaiming, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" with each pelvic thrust and breath. Her orgasm soon blossomed: I could not miss it. She moved as every wave coursed strongly through her body. "Oh yes!" she cried. "That's what I need!" I jammed into her and held. Her pussy spasmed and clenched my cock while her body shook. She kept cumming, as if she would not, indeed could not stop. And then it hit me suddenly as a surprise, I yelled and came once again. I held her tightly, my head next to hers, as I shook. Two orgasms in such a short period of time were rare for me. And awfully bloody good!
After what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute, we both calmed down. Tamsin had a big, wide smile on her face; her dimples sang wonders to me. She opened her eyes, and then, placing her hands on either side of my head, kissed me again.
"You are great," she said.
I pulled out of her and backed up.
"Uh," I said, "well..."
"Don't worry." Tamsin hopped off the table. "I hope to see you again, when you're free next."
I turned around and picked up my clothes. When I turned back, Tamsin and her clothes were gone as if she had never really been there at all.
- 2 -
An hour later, Kathryn arrived home and, as usual, stomped through the house. She hurried straight to the bedroom and I soon heard the ensuite shower. Feelings of guilt washed through me. What had I done? Cheated on my wife, something I had dreamed about but had never actually done and never thought I could bring myself to carry out.
Kathryn and I had a quiet night. I was nervous and we didn't say much to each other. Nothing new in that.
Physically, Kathryn is a solid woman, 165cm tall, with large breasts, a thick waist that still curved in a bit, wide hips, deep brown eyes, rich dark brown hair to her shoulders, a block-shaped face with sharp diagonal lines drawn from the edge of her nose to the edges of her lips. She wears glasses. (Myself, I am about 175cm tall, stocky build with sandy coloured naturally curly hair.) Kathryn's expression was normally serious but when she smiled she could light up the room.
When Kathryn went to bed she laid on her back for a few minutes, turned away from me and went to sleep. No good night, no kiss, no cuddling, pretty normal. I was wide awake, very horny with a very hard dick and a guilty conscience. I badly needed sex and loving and confession and forgiveness and release, all out of the question.
We had been married nine years. It had started off fine, we had a great sexlife and did all kinds of things. Kathryn was the dominant one, she would take me wherever and whenever she felt the urge. She happily gave me oral sex and loved when I returned the favour, which was often. But all too soon all of that wonderfulness withered. Sex became predictable and far less frequent. Oral sex? Forget it, I could not remember the last time she gave that to me, although I still went down on her when we did do something. In addition to this boredom, in the last few years Kathryn had become generally moody and defensive. I had to be careful what I said. Her work consumed her life, except her time out with the girls Thursday night and Saturday. There did not seem to be anything I could do to help and believe me, I had tried everything I could think of. Communication doesn't work if one party does not wish to openly and safely communicate.
But despite how she treated me, I still loved her. That would not go away. It was as if I kept falling in love, over and over. That's why I had not left her. I had been with a few other women before I was married, but Kathryn was definitely The One. Until today. Until Tamsin. Now, my mind was in turmoil.
All of this went through my head as I desperately tried to fall asleep. It turned into a long restless night. When I finally woke and realized that I had slept, I remembered dreams of sex with a shadowy, strange woman in a dark, cold place. The next morning I had to wank myself off in the shower for release and relief.
- 3 -
Over the next few days it seemed as if I remembered my encounter with Tamsin a million times. The guilt started to abate but each night there were dreams of sex and I would wake up feeling guilty and horny and hard. The dreams were often vivid but strange, often dark, always with someone I did not know.
I looked Tamsin up in the phone registry but could not find a trace anywhere. I rang the real estate agent who sold us the house.
"Oh , yeah, you're the fourth owner in the last two years," he said.
That gave me some pause. "Yeah? Any reason?"
He hesitated, then said, "Not sure. The others said they had to move somewhere else. It was always short notice, too. There's nothing wrong with the place, I'll stake my rep on that. It's a fine property."
"It has been so far. What about Tamsin Taylor?
"Oh yeah, she owned it before then," he said. "Didn't you hear about her?"
"Uh, no," I answered. "Heard what?"
There was yet another pause then the agent replied, "She was found dead in the pool. It made the news. Sure you don't remember?"
"No, I don't. Dead? Are you sure?"
"Yes. Drowned."
Holy shit! Had Tamsin been real? Or not?
After that call I went onto the computer and online news archives. After some digging I discovered that the agent was right: Tamsin Taylor had indeed died two years ago. It was apparently an accident, she had fallen into the pool and hit her head. Her body was discovered by her boyfriend, a Bruce Delany. There was a photo with the article: I looked right into the blonde-haired, light blue eyed, dimpled smiling face of Tamsin Taylor, the 25 year old woman I had gloriously fucked last Saturday afternoon. I swear a chill went right through my spine. That's it, I wanted to get out of that place.
- 4 -
That evening I told Kathryn that Tamsin had come to the door Saturday afternoon, looking for something she had left in the house and everything the real estate agent had told me and about Tamsin dying in the pool. It was difficult to talk about it but I was now determined. I sure didn't tell her about letting Tamsin in or the sex!
I told her all of this because I was ready to move out. I did not want to live in a damned haunted house.
"No!" Kathryn said firmly. "Ghosts don't exist and I do not want to move again. This may be a scam or a trick. Or you just imagined it. You be careful."
Again I had trouble getting to sleep that night, and when I did there were still more dreams. This time wonderfully cool fingers stroked the length of my dick, over and over. I woke up panting, almost ready to cum in the dream, and I found that I had a very very hard, big erection and might have cum in my sleep if I hadn't wakened. I could have rolled over and fucked Kathryn then and there for relief, but I restrained myself. I got up, went to the toilet and wanked myself off, thinking with closed eyes of Tamsin, Kathryn and myself, all three of us, in bed together. Kathryn, oh Kathryn, what have I done?
I didn't mention anything to Kathryn and she did not say anything further about it.
Over the following nights there was a cascade of further dreams, most again filled with sex. Some were repeats of my younger fantasies, others were older ones, some new: two or three women together with me, the girl in a fuzzy pink wool sweater saying "I love you" then taking me down to the floor and fucking me; being kidnapped by a gang of deranged leather-clad motorcycle women who tied me down and used me mercilessly because my dick would not go down no matter how many times I came; the dark haired foreign girl with a raging storm flashing and crashing about her while she rode my cock just as savagely; two naked chicks at a lake screwing me while standing in the water; being fucked in the ass by a woman wearing a strapon dildo and thoroughly loving what she was doing, and a powerful dream that included Tamsin and Kathryn together...
- 5 -
Thursday evening, shortly after Kathryn went to bowling, I told myself that if I was going to live here I would have to test my nerve and get over it. Maybe I had imagined it after all and it never happened.
About 7.30 I was in the kitchen when a voice from behind startled me.
"John?"
I spun around and there she was in the kitchen doorway, wearing the same wet clothes as before.
"Hi, John," she said. "I'm glad you're still here."
"Uh," I stammered. I didn't know what to say.
"I get really lonely and I like you." She stepped into the kitchen. Her bare legs looked lovely.
"Tamsin," I said. She took one step up to me. I stepped back, my ass touched the cool counter, my hands grabbed the edge. I couldn't help it, it just blurted out: "Are you real?"
Tamsin smiled and said smoothly, "Of course I am, John." She nodded her lovely head. "Very definitely, I am real." She took one more step, right up to me, pressed the tips of her breasts onto me, looked up, blue eyes shifting, sparkling, searching mine.
"But ... you're dead."
"If you say so, John."
"Oh," I said faintly.
She took my hand – and no, she did not feel cold, her hand felt warm, engagingly so. My dick jumped and started to harden. Oh, fuck it! Tamsin grinned, tugged on my arm, said, "Come on," lead me out of the kitchen to the lounge and the couch.
She held my hands as we sat.
"You're a ghost," I gulped.
"Seems so," she said cheerily. Tamsin put her hand on my bulge and squeezed it rhythmically, still holding my eyes with her's. "I'm only here when I can have sex." Squeeze ... squeeze ... grin. "I must need it. I must need it very bad. I'm so naughty."
I squirmed to her lovely ministrations and uncomfortably said, "I don't know if I should be doing this."
Tamsin laughed prettily. "Don't worry about Kathryn, there isn't a problem." Tamsin unzipped me, flipped out my cock and ran her fingers lightly up and down it and around it. Oh sweet Jesus wept! I got harder. "It'll work out, don't worry..." With that, she bent over and started to lick me. Using her tongue with her mouth wide open, she pushed the foreskin down and then fluttered the head. It felt extraordinarily wonderful! I responded by shuddering and pushing my hips up and placing my hand on her head. Her lips closed and her head moved up and down while she sucked and rubbed her tongue over me. I was unable to contain myself long and within a minute or two I shot into her mouth. Like before, she swallowed it all, not a drop escaped. Then she lifted her head up, smiling, but kept her fingers wrapped around my dick.
"Didn't that feel real?" She squeezed gently. "When I have sex I am alive and real just like you. You're special. And Kathryn, too."
"What, you've had sex with her, too?"
"Oh, maybe," Tamsin teased, cheeks dimpled, eyes flashing, laughing. "Maybe not. You never know!"
I said, "Was that you last night, in my dreams?"
"What did I do?"
"Uh, ran your fingers along my, uh, cock."
She sat up. "Like this?" She started doing that to me with her fingers. It felt just like in my dream but the fingers weren't cold and it was wonderful and I was staying hard.
"Yah."
Suddenly Tamsin stopped, stood up and said, "John, I really need to fuck. Come on!" She pulled her wet top over her head and threw it aside, then pushed her shorts down and kicked them away. She wore no underwear and had very little blonde pubic hair, although she didn't look shaved. My God, she was beautiful, small, light, not like Kathryn or any other girl I'd ever been with. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back on the couch, climbed on, got on her knees, legs wide on either side of my hips, and presented her cunt to my mouth. I licked her clit, brought a hand up to my chin, found and fingered her.
"Hmmm," she cooed. "That's nice. Ahhhh." My finger entered, explored, rubbed.
After only a minute she pulled back, her hands went down either side of my ass, tugged me forward, then she scooted forward and positioned herself over my cock.
"Tamsin..."
"Shhhh". She put a finger to my lips. "I need this. So do you. It won't take long."
She closed her eyes and slowly sat on my cock. I slid in smoothly, loving the feeling of first entrance. She sat unmoving, eyes closed, head back, savouring the moment. Then she started to move, back and forth at first, slowly then faster, more up and down, grinding when down, and she became noisy. Her eyes were still closed, her head back, mouth open, grinning; she made little "uh...uh...uh" noises with each breath, drop and grind of her hips. Our combined breathing became heavier and deeper. She timed her breaths and noises to each fall. And, like before, when she finally orgasmed she cried very loudly, her head snapped up, she looked right at me with that huge, wide smile.
"John, you feel so good!" she breathed. She kept fucking and in less than another minute she came a second time with a huge internal squeeze on my cock. I shot into her, gasping air myself.
Tamsin wrapped her arms around me, dropped her head beside mine, held me for what felt like a few minutes until our breathing quieted. She pushed up, off, swung a shapely leg over then bent down and licked my dick. No one had ever done that before! Licked me after fucking. Throughout this entire event I was stunned speechless. Tamsin stood and said, "John, please don't worry. I will take good care of you and we'll have lots of fun. Don't feel guilty. You've no need."
"What does that mean?"
"I know how you feel, but you shouldn't. This isn't wrong. You'll see. You don't have to feel guilty about Kathryn or me. I know how much you love her. That is very admirable. It isn't a problem. I want you to know that. Just keep loving her and you'll be fine, I promise."
And with that, Tamsin and her clothes suddenly weren't there. Poof! It was as if I had blinked. And the place got rather cold for awhile.
- 6 -
On Friday, Kathryn stayed home to work while I went to work. When I arrived home she was in an unusually good mood, better than I had seen her in a very long time. She talked positively, smiled, had music playing and even danced around the house, almost floating. I made dinner as usual and while we ate, she chatted about problems she'd had with work and the hassles a friend was having with her husband and her on-the-side female lover. After dinner, while I washed up, Kathryn came up behind me, put her hand on my shoulder and her other hand on my butt, dropped her head onto my neck and hugged me. This was very odd. It felt more affectionate than usual. Then she went off, humming.
Later that night, while on the couch watching TV, Kathryn sat on my right as usual but right next to me, hip touching hip instead of clear across. About half way through the program, without warning, she reached over and placed her hand on my lap, on my soft dick beneath my trousers, and started gently squeezing and rubbing it. She kept looking at the TV. She hadn't done this in years. My dick swelled instantly and she started squeezing the sides.
She looked over at me and said, "I'm sorry how I have treated you. I should have done this before."
Was this my wife talking? I didn't know what to say. Then she unzipped my pants, her fingers crept in, found my hard dick and worked it out. She ran her fingertips up and down its length, reached in and rubbed my balls, then back up, rubbed around the swollen head, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body, which stiffened. Then she leaned over, kissed my cockhead. She ran her tongue around the top then down the back, around and up again before taking it into her mouth. As she began to suck, her hand gripped the stem and moved up and down, stroking me. This was the Kathryn I used to know! I wondered: had Tamsin possessed Kathryn's body? I was not going to ask! But whoever this Kathryn was, she seemed to know exactly what to do, she wanted to make me feel good, and I loved it.
When she sucked very hard I groaned, I couldn't help it, and closed my eyes. "Wow," I think I breathed. The feeling was amazing, even better than when Tamsin had done it. Kathryn made a noise and continued to suck, lick and stroke with increasing speed and pressure. She used both hands as well at the same time. I responded by moving my hips up and down. I placed a hand on her head and began to stroke her hair. The pressure inside me built quickly. I was breathing very heavily and deliberately made a little noise to let her know that I liked what she was doing. She sucked for several more minutes, driving me absolutely crazy, her dark hair quickly bobbing in waves with her head. And her hand holding my dick started to move up and down, masturbating me at the same time, increasing the stimulation. She seemed to be really into it.
Suddenly, I felt it. "Kath, I'm..."
She pulled her face off my dick and I spurted, one after another, in an intense shaking orgasm. She laughed and continued moving her now well lubricated hand until I had finished, up and down its length, over the glans and back. When I stopped cumming, she stopped rubbing, and smiled at me. There was spunk on the side of her face and all over her hand. While looking right at my eyes, she licked and sucked it off the back of her hand, scooped it off her face with her finger and sucked that. Then giggled and shrugged.
"Are you OK?" I shook my head. I could not believe what had happened.
"Yes," she said. "I'm very naughty and I want you to know that I love you very much and I know that I have treated you really bad. I'm going to make it up to you." With that, she kissed me, a spermy-tasting wonderful, tongue-filled, loving, passionate kiss. I thought briefly of Tamsin, but did not feel guilty, then my attention was back solidly on Kathryn.
I suddenly had another thought. People having affairs often had their sexdrive magnified. I pulled my head back. "Kath, are seeing someone else?"
"Silly goose," she cooed and smiled at me, then cuddled, her hand back on my shrinking cock, just holding it, while she sighed and resumed watching the movie.
That night in bed we made love.
Kathryn and I normally sleep naked, which has been extremely frustrating for me over the recent years as she would rarely let me have sex with her. When I would touch her, she would flinch; that became a huge putoff and I stopped making moves. Despite the fact that I sill loved her, still was in lust with her, it had been nothing short of agony.
But that night as I lay on my back, she cuddled next to me, her head on my right shoulder. Her fingers traced circles on my chest. I jumped when she touched a nipple. She rubbed it erect then did the same to the other one. She pushed herself up, her head came down and she kissed me, then kissed my chin, neck and on down to the right nipple, which she kissed then licked. My right hand went between her legs and my left up her back, rubbing, massaging. She moved over to the other nipple and suddenly sucked it hard! causing me to gasp. Her hand found my erect dick and began stroking. My hand found her pussy and I moved my fingers up and down the outside of her slit.
Kathryn then lifted up and placed her tit over my mouth. I kissed it, then licked then sucked. She cooed. When she had had enough, she moved off, brought her head down to my dick and took it into her mouth. Swinging her leg over my head, she presented her cunt to my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her slit then probed between the lips. Her mouth and tongue played with my dick and she sucked while she held the base and balls. I licked her clit, paid particular attention to it, then began sucking it and licking at the same time. I knew from experience this drove her crazy, and it did. I really wanted her to enjoy this so I put a great deal of effort into doing things right and checking her responses. She pulled her legs close aside my head ("so I couldn't hear the stereo", an old joke) and began moving up and down on my mouth. My hands roamed around her back and ass at the same time and her mouth kept sucking while her hand stroked me. Faster and faster and soon she mashed her cunt down onto my face and began to shake in a strong orgasm. Salty fluid washed over my face, into my mouth. I spluttered. Her mouth came off my dick and, unusually, she made noises while she came.
She then rolled off onto her back, panting heavily, opened her legs and held out her arms. I quickly got up, spun around, positioned myself above her, entered her in one motion, and began to fuck her. She hooked her legs around mine.
"Harder," she breathed.
In response I pushed harder and faster. Faster and harder, slapping onto her as hard as I could, until I felt the tingling sensation in my dick and I spasmed. I felt my dick swell with each shot into her. Her legs squeezed my sides, her heels pressed into the backs of my knees, she grabbed my back with her arms, yelled, "Yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" and came and shook.
I did not stop fucking her until she had finished her fifth orgasm, none of which required any masturbating.
When we were finished, exhausted, sweaty, puffing, we held each other tightly and stroked and kissed. She told me again that she loved me and I told her that I loved her. We held each other until we drifted off to sleep.
More dreams that night, erotic and very loving, tender. Two women loving me. I think Tamsin was there, and maybe Kathryn, too, at the same time. The details weren't clear.
- 7 -
Saturday morning I awoke late to feel someone gripping my very hard dick. Kathryn sat next to me, pumping, with a look of concentration. Suddenly, she rolled on top of me, mashed her breasts on my chest, spread her legs, inserted my dick into her wet cunt, closed her legs between mine so I was tight inside her and began fucking me with her eyes closed. I put my hands on her back then down on her ass and held as she moved. She fucked me hard and fast, just using me for her own pleasure, grinding hard onto me so her clit had forcible contact. She kept at it for fifteen wonderful minutes until her orgasm hit.
After, she bent down, kissed me, and said, "I have to get ready to go. I love you." She got off me, scooted off the bed, stood, turned and said, smiling, "I'll take care of you again later," then padded into the ensuite. I drifted back off to sleep. When I woke, she was gone, out with her friends for the day.
That afternoon was warm, slightly breezy. Naked, I went for a swim. The water was even a bit warm due to the hot weather we had been having. At one point, when I came up, there was Tamsin, standing on the side of the pool wearing the same wet clothes.
"Hi!" she waved and smiled.
"Hi there yourself!" I splashed over to the side of the pool beneath her. "Coming in?"
She held her elbows. "Uh, I'd rather not, if that's OK."
"I think I understand," I said. I swam over to the shallow end and stepped out. Tamsin came up to me and pressed her body next to mine, put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"Missed me, huh?" I said, placing my hands on her hips. My dick stirred.
"Absofuckinlootely!" And she kissed me again and wriggled against me, moving her stomach on my hardening member. There was something simply irresistible about Tamsin and further, I no longer felt shame or guilt, despite the events of last night. What was happening to me? This couldn't be right.
"There are some things I need to talk to you about," I said.
She held her finger to my lips and smiled softly, "Shhhhh. Later. I need you now."
Who am I to argue? I had important things in my hands.
Tamsin hopped, I grabbed; she wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing tight to hold on. I held her up by locking my fingers together beneath her small firm ass. There is indeed something wonderful about short, light women. We kissed and tongued, she ran her hands around my head through my hair, behind my ears and started to squeeze her legs rhythmically and bounce a little and made those nice little cooing noises. She pulled back and while I still held her she took off her top, exposing those lovely breasts, pink nipples crinkled and hard. I walked us over to the lawn and set her down. She quickly shed her shorts.
"Come," she smiled and lay back down on the lawn. She stretched out, spread her legs and arms star shape.
I knelt down between her legs, over her, kissed her mouth then down to her breasts and kissed and licked them. "Ummmmm," she murmured and squirmed gently. I worked my way down her stomach, stroked her legs with my hands making sure one hand was on her at all times, and then reached her pussy where I first kissed, then began licking. With a finger, I probed her vagina softly. She moved. I sucked her clit and began licking more firmly. Her hands found my head and pressed it down. I hooked my middle finger and found her G-spot and began to stroke that at the same time as I licked and sucked.
"Oh John, that is so incredibly goooood."
Tamsin began to move her hips. Her breathing and noises increased in tempo to my sucking. I have this trick where I suck and lick the clit at the same time. It appeared to be working as well for Tamsin as it had for Kathryn. I often try to stimulate a nipple at the same time but this time my hands were busy elsewhere. There is good reason to pay attention to technique!
Tamsin reached down with her hands, arms straight, breasts squeezed together and puffed up. She placed her hands on either side of my head then proceeded to push my head up and down in time to her hip movements. Her breathing was now strong and becoming ragged. It was only a few minutes before she stopped thrusting and began to shake. She pulled my head up and let out a loud, indescribable noise as her orgasm wracked her spasming body. I watched her breasts and the hard, tall nipples, her contorting face, eyes closed, still with that big big smile.
The orgasm eventually subsided and while still breathing heavily, she raised her head and pulled back her arms to prop her back up. She looked at me with that magic smile, shook her head, said, "That was magnificent, John, just what I needed." I pulled myself over her and above her, leant down and kissed her deeply. When we broke she said, "Get in me."
I didn't realize how engorged my cock was. It felt simply huge as I brushed it along the grass and up to her cunt. She reached down, took hold and guided it into her wet, inviting pussy. I pushed slowly in. She raised her knees way up to just beneath my arms and locked her ankles together over the small of my back.
"Go," she whispered.
We fucked gently. She never closed her eyes. She looked straight at mine and that smile never left her face. I decided, what the hell, and looked back. This was new and pretty good. Our breathing increased. "Harder," she said, and I began to slam into her. She thrust back, faster and harder, almost throwing me off. "Harder." Each breath was timed to my thrusts and she began to say, "Uh" with each breath. I loved it: the few women I had been with made very little noise even when they came. Tamsin made a lot of delightful noises, which served to spur me on. "Harder." I began to pump, in out very fast. Tamsin grunted with each thrust. "More!" she cried, "harder!" I tried, slamming into her as hard as I could, not knowing how hard she could take it and hoping I wasn't too rough. I felt the warm sun on my back, her cool wonderful cunt grabbing my dick (it did, I swear it), her hips that moved savagely in time to my thrusts.
Soon, she yelled, "Yes, That's it! Oh god yes!" and grabbed me tightly and shook. She squeezed so tightly inside that my cock hurt.
Suddenly, without realizing it, my orgasm snuck upon me. I hate it when that happens, but I could not help myself. I pushed roughly into her and started to shoot, spurt after spurt – where did I get it all? – and shook. We still looked at each other, forcing our eyes to stay open, both of us grinning. I let out an animal yell and somehow said, "This is great!" When I stopped I was panting heavily. Tamsin took my head in her hands, came up and kissed me.
"I'm really glad," she said.
Then she pushed me off, push herself up onto her elbows and said, "Thank you."
"My pleasure," I said.
"A good woman always thanks her lover if she's had a good time."
She kissed me again, then got up, straddled my hips, squatted down on her knees, lowered herself, taking me slowly back in. She held her lower legs tight along the sides of my legs. Once down, she sat up straight with me stuffed into her. I hoped I would remain hard.
"You're really terrific," I said. "Fantastic."
She smiled. "Thank you, kind sir."
It was early afternoon and Kathryn often did not come home until five. I gave a few upward thrusts. Tamsin responded by rocking and clamping her cunt, holding me. She held her arms out straight, leaned forward and placed her hands over my chest, fingertips touching my nipples. "More?"
"Not yet," I said. "Questions. Kathryn is a changed woman. Do you know about it?"
She tipped her head. Her smile would not go away. She said softly, "Yes." Tamsin tipped her head the other way, then leaned down and kissed me.
Ah-ha! "Did you possess her?"
Tamsin giggled. "Oh no, I can't do that, John. That was all her last night with you, not me. I saw it, though. John, she's a good woman, very complex and she has been hiding a whole side of herself from you. Yesterday when she was at home I seduced her and helped her. She's pretty good John, she knows how to please a woman."
Leaves above us rustled as a breeze scattered through. Light dappled my face. I squinted. I think Tamsin waited for my reaction but I was not going to give it away. What could I say? You whore? Somehow, it didn't surprise me that it had happened.
"You're into women, huh?" I chidded.
"Women are nice, too." Tamsin's internal muscles squeezed my cock. "Hey!" I said. I flexed in response.
"John, I want you to be happy, believe me. Kathryn really loves you as much as you do her, but she didn't think that you would like her other side. She is really very uninhibited, she can even be kinky and she was very afraid of losing you if you found out." Tamsin grinned at me and winked.
I slid my hands along her legs above her knees, up and back.
"Ok then." She leaned down and kissed me again, slipped her tongue across my lips then sat back up. "My small gift to you."
Tamsin lifted her hands, slid them along my chest, down to her crotch. "Wait," she whispered. She pushed inside the lips and began to make small circular motions on her engorged clit with her finger. She closed her eyes briefly. I began to sit up. Tamsin placed a palm in the middle of my chest and pressed me back down. Her other finger rubbed her clit faster. Her breathing started to quicken. "Shhhh," she soothed, closing her eyes. "I have to keep cumming to stay here." She began to breathe a bit quicker and started to rock her hips back and forth. She still rubbed her clit. Tamsin suddenly sucked in a big breath, gritted her teeth, ground down hard, stared straight at me and held stiff as a mild orgasm washed over her. When she was finished, she had that big smile again and looked down on me.
She said quickly, "I need to tell you what happened. I came home and found Bruce fucking that bitch Kylie. Our agreement was no sex with others behind our backs, we were supposed to play together. He broke that rule way too many times, especially with her. I was fine if he screwed someone at a party and I had someone else at the same time." She paused, thought, then continued, "I don't know why I hooked up with him." She shook her head. "Bruce wasn't a nice guy, John. He was demanding and controlling, he didn't listen to me, he even hit me a few times. I thought I deserved it, too." Tamsin's fingers traced small circles on my chest, in my sandy-coloured hair as she said this matter-of-factly, and she tipped her head, her lips shaped an O for a moment before she went on. "I went ballistic when I came home and found him screwing her on our bed. I screamed my head off and called him every fucking thing I could think of. Kylie started yelling at him to get me. He picked me up like I was a rag doll and carried me outside and threw me into the pool. My head hit the side. He jumped in and held me down. The fucking bastard drowned me!" Tamsin stopped, lowered her head. "It isn't nice dying, it hurts a lot, the worst pain ever," she said. She looked up at my eyes. "Do you believe me?"
"Yes. Yes I do. Why not?" I felt dumb saying that, patronizing. I did believe her, though.
"I know you do, I can feel that. The police didn't find any evidence that he did it."
"Is that why you're still here?"
She paused, sat back, tipped her head again, fingertips pressed lightly on my chest. My dick flexed in her cunt but I knew it was contracting. "Maybe. I don't know." She leaned forward and started playing with one of my nipples. I guess she liked it when they got hard, tiny as they were. It felt good.
"One more thing," she said. "You might as well know that Kathryn doesn't play golf. She's with a couple that she has sex with on the weekend. I told you she had a naughty side. She's polyamorous, John."
Oh! That was a shock. I started to push myself up but was pressed down again. I said, "Can you control Kathryn and me?"
A smile graced her face. "Oh no. You have helped me live and I'm doing the best I can to return that gift. You're a very good man, John Lee, and you deserve whatever happiness I can give you."
I sat up and hugged her. She hugged back, took my head in her hands and kissed me. As before, her tongue found mine and danced. Then she raised herself off my now-soft cock, stood up, the breeze blew ruffles through her short hair, she reached up, stretched beautifully. Tamsin looked down at me, smiled that lovely smile, I blinked, and she and her clothes were gone as if they had never been there.
- 8 -
Kathryn arrived home just before six. I had decided not to say anything, not to talk about what Tamsin had said. Better to let Kathryn tell me when she felt the time was right, if ever.
During dinner, I looked across the table at Kathryn. What a lovely face, I thought. Dark, almost black hair, a beautiful woman. I loved her breasts, which thankfully, she was showing off at the moment with beautiful cleavage. A feeling of ... well, love, washed over me. I'd be heartbroken if anything ever happened to her. Making her happy had been the most important thing in my life, even more important than my own happiness. She smiled back at me and lied about her terrible golf game. I didn't care about the lie, she was being kind. I cared that she was happy.
That night, in bed, Kathryn cuddled me, ran her fingers up an down my hard dick, kissed me, said, "I love you. Don't you ever forget that."
"I won't."
I climbed over top of her, got between her legs, kissed her, held her breasts, inserted my dick into her and we started to move. That lovely, all consuming, most important of all motions is fucking. With my lovely, loving, beautiful wife and partner, and maybe soulmate. I felt Kathryn's hands on my back and then even more hands on my back, roaming, and then someone kissing along my shoulders. I stopped, looked to the side, and there was Tamsin, naked in the dim light. She quickly kissed me then kissed Kathryn, then I kissed Kathryn and we all hugged. Tamsin giggled.
Kathryn said softly to me, "I guess you know about us, then."
I nodded. "Uh-huh. She told me. It's OK. Do you know about her and me?"
Kathryn nodded then said, "Well, then, happy birthday!" She broke into a big smile, took my head, and planted a big kiss.
We pulled apart, Tamsin kissed my cheek, and I said, "It's not my birthday."
Tamsin said, "Yes it is! You always dreamed of your wife inviting a friend to bed for a threesome for your birthday."
Well, that was true. I wonder what else she knew.
"Then let's have some fun!" Tamsin squealed and turned to Kathryn.
I pulled out of Kathryn then moved back and to the side and sat up. My dick looked funny sticking up like that. Tamsin climbed onto the bed and proceeded to slide her hands all over Kathryn, who closed her eyes and said, "Hmmmm." Kathryn sat up and Tamsin laid down. Kathryn leaned down and hovered over Tamsin's right breast, then dropped her face to it and began to kiss and lick the nipple. I sat back and watched, fascinated, as they made love. Tamsin worked both of Kathryn's large breasts and moved her hands in intricate, interesting ways.
"I really love your tits," Tamsin said. Kathryn smiled and kept sucking on Tamsin's right nipple.
I reached out and began stroking Kathryn's back. Her body literally flowed sensually, cat like, in response. Tamsin licked her lips and began sliding her hands over Kathryn, working on her breasts, kneading them then rolling the nipples between forefingers and thumbs. Kathryn changed breasts and Tamsin's hands drifted down Kathryn's stomach and between her legs, started sliding up and down. Kathryn lifted her head up, closed her eyes, sighed.
"Hmmm, wonderful," Kathryn whispered.
Their bodies now moved together, undulated rhythmically. Kathryn then lifted up, I sat back, she spun around, swung her leg over Tamsin's head and lowered her pussy to Tamsin's waiting mouth.
"Ahhhh," Kathryn sighed as Tamsin's tongue touched her clit. Kathryn lowered her head between Tamsin's open thighs, dipped her tongue between Tamsin's pussy lips and begin to lick then suck. Their 69 looked delicious. Kathryn also worked a finger then two into Tamsin. Their bodies continued to move together, as if they had always done this and knew each other's needs intimately.
I shook my head, reached out and stroked Kathryn's back again. She made a noise. I was nervous but didn't feel jealous.
As they began to move faster together, Tamsin started her lovely pre-orgasmic noises. Kathryn increased her sucking and licking. I rubbed Kathryn's ass cheeks and was surprised when she did not clench as I ran my finger down the crack, slightly between her beautiful orbs. I slid my hands around her body down to Tamsin's breasts. With my left finger I rubbed her nipple, with my right finger I rubbed Kathryn's. Within a few minutes they were writhing. Kathryn suddenly stopped moving and clamped down on Tamsin's face, locked in a fierce orgasm. Tamsin sucked deep breaths and Kathryn kept licking until Tamsin, too, shuddered and yelled in delight.
Breathing heavily, Kathryn rolled off Tamsin, got between us and laid on her back, feet next to Tamsin's head. Tamsin stroked Kathryn's feet. After a minute, Tamsin sat up and said cheerfully to me, "Your turn!" She stepped over Kathryn and dived onto my erection, taking it wonderfully straight into her mouth. She sucked deeply and strongly, pushed the foreskin down with her tongue and I went nuts with the feelings. As she swirled her tongue around and around my knob, waves of ecstasy coursed through me. Kathryn came up, leant over, began to fondle my balls. The girls took turns sliding their tongues and lips over and around my dick and then they did it together. It was the most amazing experience having both women work their fingers and mouths on me. I began to shake, buck my hips. Tamsin suddenly squeezed my dick hard, stopping my rise.
"Oh, not yet," she commanded. They sat up. "I have a couple of better ideas for him." She grinned at Kathryn.
Tamsin got up on her knees, turned about so her back faced me, positioned herself over my dick, then went down, taking me into her cunt.
"Kathryn, come around and work on us."
Kathryn slid around the bed until she was over my legs, facing Tamsin. Her head went down and I felt her wonderful tongue sliding up and down my dick, as much as was visible. On the up stroke, Kathryn slid her tongue into Tamsin's pussy and over her clit. When that happened, Tamsin jumped and her cunt tightly tensed on me. That sent more waves through me. They continued this for several minutes. With each stroke and movement, Tamsin made her small panting noises, "Uh, uh, uh, uh…" until she let out a long one and shuddered while moving at the same time.
She then got off, turned around and said to Kathryn while looking at me between breaths, "Excellent! He hasn't cum yet. I have another good idea."
Kathryn laughed, "I think I know what you mean." Kathryn got off the bed, went to her dresser and fished out something I never expected to ever see for real: a strapon dildo, and not just a single but a double. And a tube of something.
"Let me," said Tamsin, taking them. "I'm still plenty wet without this." She sat up on the bed, on her knees, and slowly, sensually, inserted into herself the larger blue rod as she pulled on the harness. The smaller, thinner outside dildo stuck out like a little purple dick. "Hmmm, yummy." She held her arms out to Kathryn. "Come here, you luscious thing. Let me fuck you and we'll tease his balls off."
Kathryn got on the bed, came up to Tamsin on her knees. They kissed. Kathryn laid back, opened her legs. Tamsin reared over her and, placing her arms straight on either side, pressed into Kathryn. Then they started fucking each other. Both were laughing as they did this, eyes wide open. After a few minutes without orgasms but a great deal of fun, pleasure and giggles, they pulled apart. Kathryn reached out to me, I got up, came over to her, above her, into her, taking Tamsin's place.
"Are you having fun?" Kathryn asked, breathing hard, smiling up at me.
"Oh yes!"
She closed her eyes while I fucked her and she fucked back. Her hands gripped my arms.
Behind me, I felt Tamsin's fingers on my ass, rubbing. "You're gunna love this." She slid her finger down my crack, up and down, slowly inwards. I stopped moving, anticipating what might come next. Then she stopped, I heard something squish, then she inserted her finger again. It was cooler and wet. She moved her fingers up and down again, and in, eventually finding my asshole where she stopped and then slowly began rubbing. It was the most incredible, different and wonderful feeling. I let out a squeeking noise. I had never done anything like that before. Wild thoughts went through my mind. Kathryn opened her eyes, grinned up at me. Her dark eyes moved side to side, looking at my face as Tamsin rubbed my asshole and slowly inserted a moving finger. I can't describe the feeling well.
Beneath me, Kathryn's eyes were wide, searching. "Does that feel good? What she's doing?" Kathryn asked.
"Oh yeah," I whispered. "She's put a finger in."
"I'm glad. I've wanted to be this free with you but I just didn't know how."
Tamsin slid her finger in and out of my ass and let me tell you it felt terrific. It didn't hurt like I had heard it would, it just felt good. I pushed my ass back, pulling my dick almost out of Kathryn but not quite. Tamsin suddenly withdrew her finger. I felt her reposition herself, on her knees behind me, legs spread on either side of mine. I was nervous and excited, quivering. She moved the dildo toward me, onto my ass, between my cheeks. It felt fat slickness between them. She slowly moved it back and forth, fucking between my ass cheeks only. It felt good. She placed her hands on my waist. Next she began probing my anus, pushing the tip of the dildo onto it then slightly in. She stopped, waited for a few breaths, then pushed again, slowing inserting the phallas into me. I expected a lot of pain from being opened that much but I only felt a bit. Mostly I felt exhilaration: this was a dream come true! Being fucked in the ass by a woman wearing a strap on had been a long-running fantasy. It filled my ass, I felt very full inside.
Kathryn was staring up at me, wonder in her eyes as I held myself still while Tamsin inserted into me.
"Good?" I heard Tamsin say.
"Oh ... yes," I managed to stammer out. "That's incredible. Don't stop."
She then began to slide back out, then in again, slowly, gently. I got used to it quickly and began to move slowly with her, my dick going back into Kathryn. We quickly moved, the three of us, in brilliant unison. Tamsin started fucking harder. I felt extremely filled, it was getting to me and I knew that I'd cum soon. Tamsin was in control, though: she fucked down, pushing me into Kathryn who pushed us back. Her weight on my back felt good as she pumped into me. Our breathing increased. Kathryn began to gulp air hugely. It wasn't long before I erupted, followed immediately by Kathryn clenching my dick and cumming. I don't know about Tamsin but she made a lot of heavy breathing noise behind me and stopped. I felt her tremble.
We laid together like that for what seemed like an eternity of a few minutes. Tamsin withdrew then I did.
I rolled over next to Kathryn, looked at her then began to laugh. Kathryn laughed, too. Tamsin joined in. It felt just too fucking good. We came together and hugged tightly, laughing uncontrollably. When we calmed down, Kathryn had tears and then she began to cry. I held her tightly and Tamsin crawled on top of both of us and held us both.
"I love you," Kathryn said between sobs. "I just fucking love you so much!"
"And I love you, I always have, I never gave up."
"I know," Kathryn sobbed. She took a deep breath and tried to curb the tears. "I've known. I have been so bad to you, but I just didn't think you could take it and I was such a bad person."
I stroked her face. "No, you're not. You're good. You're great. I'm glad we've done this."
From above us, Tamsin smiled and said, "You're both good people, very much in love and you both deserve great sex and excellent loving. I love you both. I'll always be with you and you with me, in my heart. Thank you." And she started to cry. Then the weight lifted off both of us instantly and she was not there. I hugged Kathryn tightly and her me. We had found each other again.
- 9 -
Tamsin did not appear Sunday, although I thought I felt her presence while Kathryn and I made love on the back lawn. Saturday night I had warm, sexy dreams of the three of us laughing, going on rides together, a picnic, family things, and wonderful sex with both of my women together out in the sunlight, on a grassy meadow next to a chuckling stream, Kathryn wearing the strapon and fucking Tamsin, me behind Kathryn and fucking her. In reality on Sunday, Kathryn and I made love outside in the back yard again, and in the pool and then later inside with her leaning over the kitchen sink and still later on the lounge and eventually bed where she did use the strapon on me. A variety of positions and places and she never seemed to tire of her multiple orgasms that day and night and she never said no to anything I suggested. In fact, she initiated sex several times, which was just fabulous, a dream come true.
On Monday something occurred to me. I went to find Tamsin's secret spot in the wardrobe. I noodled around in there until I located a loose floor cornice. Behind it I found Tamsin's diary. It was a novel in itself, going back years right into her mid teans. She was one very interesting lady. She had been a swinger and completely bi-sexual, had enjoyed a lot of men and women and couples. She had lost a female lover to cancer but then she met her greatest lover named David. She wrote that the swinging lifestyle brought them closer together than she believed was possible. Unfortunately, David was tragically killed in a small aircraft accident. Tamsin was surrounded by lust, love and pain. A year later Tamsin had met Bruce at a party. She wrote how extremely charming he was. She was with him for over a year. He paid for her house to be built. But he increasingly treated her badly, took advantage of her, screwed around on her and even smacked her around a few times. Tamsin did indeed feel it was always her fault, too. Bruce had known Kylie before Tamsin. Tamsin had found out they had been together several times and by the end of the diary it was clear that Tamsin's heart had been broken enough and she was ready to dump the guy but she was afraid to tell him.
There was no real evidence of a murder. How to prove that Bruce was at Tamsin's at the time of the murder?
That night, after nice sex with Kathryn, there were more dreams. In one vivid dream, a young woman rocking astride me was on a mobile phone at the same time, moaning to some guy. A really weird dream but it gave me an idea. The next day at work I checked the mobile phone log. Bruce Delany had not made any calls around the time of Tamsin's death ... but Kylie Pisani had. One call, made at that time, from the same area as our house, not where Kylie and Bruce and his mate said they had been. I realised that if I went to the police with this, they would question my interest in the case. How could I explain my interest without them becoming suspicious?
I spoke to Kathryn, and together we concocted a story about being in a restaurant not long ago and overhearing these two. I contacted the police, presented all of this, was grilled by these two guys for over an hour until I had convinced them I had become interested due to finding the diary and remembered the events in the restaurant. A few days later, I read in the paper that Kylie had confessed and they both had been arrested.
I would like to say that myself, Kathryn and Tamsin lived happily ever after but that didn't happen. We never saw Tamsin again. Kathryn found a note on Tuesday. The words, "Thank you I love you both" were written in purple ink on a simple piece of notepaper left on our bed. Maybe she didn't tell me the truth about just wanting to help Kathryn and myself. Maybe she needed to do something good to pass on. It doesn't matter. At any rate, I sometimes think I can feel her presence around the house, smiling at us, being with us, wanting to make love with us. It is a good feeling. Kathryn told me she can feel it, too. And sometimes, when we are making love or fucking or playing, it seems as if I can feel Tamsin's weight on my back and a tingle in my ass.
Kathryn and I were better than fine after that. Tamsin had told enough of the truth: she really did help both of us. Our relationship got better, we were more open and honest and our sexlife went into orbit. We started to do things together and really talk. Tamsin helped Kathryn and I break down the barriers that stopped us really loving and connecting. We can now enjoy each other's naughty secrets and not feel threatened. They're our shared secrets. Kathryn has told me all about her other self, about her fantastic fantasies and the sex she shared for years with her younger sister and brother and about the couple she has been seeing on weekends for the past two years. In fact, she has invited me to meet them this coming Saturday!
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