Sensuous Encounters - Part 2 The Jealous Wife
by RLM
Author�s Note: As noted on my web page, many of my stories are
based on actual events that have occurred during the open
marriage my wife and I have enjoyed for many years. Even those
stories listed under heading, "The Fantasy Series", are crafted
around similar events that we have experienced over the years.
The vast majority of our erotic, swinging encounters have been
enjoyable. A much smaller number have been sensational, and a
few have been unpleasant.
However, to be "enjoyable" is not to be "memorable" in the
sense that all the events, even some of the dialogue, are
indelibly etched in our memories. To be "memorable", there must
have been something that occurred, either good or bad, that was
so unusual that it became unforgettable. This is true in all of
life's experiences. A particular day at work, although
enjoyable, will not be remembered at a later date simply because
it was too much like many other enjoyable days to stand out in
one's memory.
The following narrative relates the events of one of our
"memorable" swinging encounters. We still enjoy discussing and
sometimes laughing about these experiences. At the time, some of
these events were not "funny", but in retrospect with the benefit
of time, they have become so. I hope the stories of these two
encounters bring a smile to your face, perhaps even a laugh or
two, as well as excite you. If you enjoy them, you may also
enjoy "Sensuous Encounters-Part1", which is currently posted on
my web page.
Sincerely,
RLM
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The Jealous Wife:
Meet the MacIntyres:
I met David MacIntyre at an erotic New Year's Eve party
sometime in the early morning hours. I was getting some snacks
and something to drink from the refreshment area after being
thoroughly worn out from the evening's activities. David was
doing the same thing.
"You look as worn out as I feel," he said with a wry laugh.
"I am. That's the bad news about these wild parties. Only the
supermen in their early twenties can last much past midnight.
The rest of us are about to collapse at best, or we're ready for
a trip to the ICU at worst."
"Ain't it the truth! But those young supermen aren't going to
last much longer with all those women all over them. In another
hour or so, they'll collapse just like the rest of us."
"Yeah... and that's the good news." We both laughed at the
thought.
"I'm Gordon... Gordon Baxter," I said extending my hand.
David took it, and as he was shaking my hand said, "David
MacIntyre. I'm a lawyer... hope that doesn't turn you off. What
do you do when you're not partying?"
"I'm a project engineer... actually, the chief project
engineer, and don't worry about being a lawyer. Nobody
appreciates a lawyer until they need one."
"That's very true... in fact, I intend to use that comment in
the future. My wife's name is Stacy... brunette, nice 34C chest,
good legs. She's wearing hose and a garter belt tonight. Did
you have a chance to get it on with her tonight?"
"Maybe. I had some fun with three really nice looking
brunettes. Two of them were wearing stockings and garters. But
I don't think either one of them was named 'Stacy'."
"Did you give them head?"
"Of course. Why?"
"Stacy has a dark landing strip right above her pussy and a
clit ring. Did either of them have those?"
"No... no, they didn't. Guess I didn't have the pleasure of
meeting your wife tonight. From your description, it looks like
I missed out on one of the best parts of the party. Where is
Stacy now?"
"Not sure. The last time I saw her, a blonde, crew-cut guy who
looked like he about 20 was taking her downstairs to the basement
area. She's probably still down there. What about your wife?"
"Her name's Paula... 34 years old, long blonde hair... almost
halfway down her back, 36DD-19-32 measurements, a shaved pussy,
and really hot in bed. Did you get to fuck her tonight?"
"Same story as yours... no. And believe me, I would have
certainly remembered that body if I had been with her. Where is
she now? Same place as mine? Down in the basement?"
"Could be, but the last time I saw her, she was in one of the
second floor bedrooms with two guys. If you go upstairs, you'll
probably find her in one of the bedrooms."
"What good would it do? I'm completely drained... and I mean
totally!"
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Listen. Would you and Paula be interested in coming over to
our place for an afternoon and an evening? We could get
acquainted and then have an erotic evening."
"That sounds good to me. I'll ask Paula tomorrow."
"Great. Give me your e-mail address, and I'll send some pics
of Stacy and myself and directions to our house."
I wrote out the address for David and said, "If my wife is
interested, I'll let you know and send some photos of Paula and
me at the same time."
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E-Mail Messages:
The next evening I told Paula about David's offer and asked if
she was interested. "Sounds like it would be fun. What's he do?
What does he look like?"
"He's a lawyer, so I'm sure their home will be a show place.
Nice looking guy. He said he would send photos and directions to
their home."
"Well, let's not decide until we see what he says in his e-mail
and see their pictures."
"Sounds like a good plan to me. Did you enjoy the party last
night?"
"Of course I enjoyed it. I always enjoy it. You know that.
How about you?"
"I had a great time until I got so exhausted I couldn't perform
any longer. The usual male curse."
"How many women did you screw before you collapsed?"
"Five and I got another two off orally."
"Wow. You did have fun. I�d say you lived up to your
well-earned reputation."
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don�t be evasive ... you know what I mean."
"Sure you want to know?" my wife asked with a sly grin.
"Well, maybe not."
"Ok. I�m pretty tired tonight. How about we watch a DVD and
then turn in early and get a good night�s sleep? Is that Ok?"
"Sure. We could both probably use the sleep."
Three hours later, we snuggled together in bed, nude and in
spoon position with me behind my sexy wife. Even though we had
agreed to forego sex in favor or getting more sleep, the feel of
her warm body, her sexy, full ass pressing against my cock, and
her breast filling my hand was getting me hard.
I tried to concentrating on work... counting sheep... and
finally, thinking about all the routine chores I needed to do
tomorrow, but nothing worked. Slowly, my cock got harder until
it was obvious that I would never be able to sleep unless I
rolled over to the far side of the bed away from Paula. But her
warm, curvaceous body felt so damn good, I was having a devil of
a problem getting up enough will power to move away from her.
When I was almost fully hard, I heard my wife giggle.
"What so funny?" I asked.
"You don�t have the will power god gave a moth around a light."
"Bull shit! I have a lot more will power than that."
"Sure you do... Right!" Paula giggled some more.
"You watch. I�m going to roll over to the far side of the bed
and go to sleep in just a moment," I challenged.
"Darling, I have some thing to tell you."
"What?"
"Come closer."
I pressed my body against hers and my cock got harder. "What is
it?"
"Nine men fucked me last night at the party. Several screwed
your wife twice and one 20-year old guy banged me three times,"
Paula whispered in her most seductive voice.
My cock surged to full erection, and I growled, "You hot dirty
Bitch."
"I am," she hissed as she lifted her right thigh to give me
room. My hips snapped forward and drove my rock-hard prick into
her wet vagina.
"Your cunt�s a fucking swamp you�re so hot! Now tell me again
who doesn�t have any will power."
"Shut up and fuck me, you sexy bastard."
I did... hard and deep as she howled in hot pleasure. Just
before she reached her first orgasm, she gasped, "Oooohhhhh ....
you're fantastic! Much better than any of those guys at the
party... Pound me, Lover. HARDER!" I gave her exactly what she
asked for.
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Two days later, we received David�s promised e-mail repeating
their invitation to visit them along with directions to their
home. He had also enclosed a photo of himself, three of Stacy,
and one of him screwing some woman... probably Stacy, but it was
impossible to tell from the photo since the only part of the
woman shown was her pussy filled with David�s thick cock. I
printed off the photos, and that evening showed them to Paula.
"Well, what do you think of David," I asked as she looked over
his photo, which showed a well-built, handsome guy with a thick,
6.5 or maybe 7-inch cock.
"You said he�s a lawyer? This guy doesn�t look like a lawyer,"
Paula said with a smile.
"What�s a lawyer supposed to look like?"
"I�m not sure, but I certainly don�t think of a well-built,
hung, sexy stud when I think of a lawyer."
"Well-built ... hung ... sexy? That sounds like you would
like to accept the MacIntyre�s invitation?"
My wife�s face flushed. "I didn�t say that," she protested.
"I guess your mouth didn�t say that... but I think your pussy
did."
Paula�s face got even redder. For once, she couldn�t think of
any thing to say in response. Finally, she just smiled and said,
"He does look hot. Did David send any other photos?"
"He did. In fact, he sent one showing his thick sex weapon in
action." I handed her the photo in which David was standing at
the end of a bed with a naked woman lying with her legs up and
back and her ass right at the bed�s edge. His thick cock was
buried in the woman�s cunt. Now fully hard, it was even thicker
than in the first photo.
As soon as Paula saw the photo, she gasped, "Oh god! He really
is thick. Look how that woman�s pussy is stretched!" She
continued to stare at the erotic picture. After a few moments,
my wife had her hand in the crotch of her jeans rubbing herself.
"So? I think your pussy has decided. What about your mouth?"
I teased.
"Darling, my mouth says, �Let�s go�. My pussy says, �Let�s go
right now!� But what about Stacy? Did David send any pics of
her?"
"He sent three. She�s a very nice looking woman. Certainly
not as hot and as exotic looking as my wife, but she�s
attractive. Here. See for yourself." I laid two of the photos
on the table in front of my wife.
The first pic showed Stacy standing in a short, black skirt and
a loose, off-the-shoulder, white blouse. She was wearing dark
stockings, and her long, dark hair was draped across her bare
shoulders and reached the tops of her breasts. In the second
photo, she had taken off the black skirt. The white blouse had
been pulled down so that it just barely covered her ass. The
black garter straps and dark stockings were very erotic.
"You�re right. She is very attractive. The bodice of her
blouse is pretty loose. It�s hard to tell the size of her
breasts."
"David told me they were 34C."
"Could be. But you said there were three photos of her. What
about the third one?"
"It shows more."
"How much more?"
"Pretty much every thing." I laid the last pic on the table.
The photo showed Stacy without the blouse. She wasn�t wearing
either a bra or panties. She was reclining on a bed with her
legs up and spread. The picture showed her tits, ass, and cunt
completely... even down to her clit ring.
After a brief examination of the woman, Paula grinned and said,
"I don�t think I need to ask you whether you want to accept the
invitation or not. She looks really hot... the slut even has a
clit ring! Send them an e-mail accepting."
An hour later, I asked Paula to come over and look at the
e-mail message I had prepared before I sent it. It thanked the
MacIntyre�s for their invitation, accepted it, and said we had
attached some photos of us. At the end, it asked for a list of
times that would be convenient for them for us to visit. "What
do you think? Is it ok?" I asked my wife.
"Looks fine to me. Let me see the photos you�re going to
send."
I first showed my wife the photo of me that I suggested we
send. It was a cropped photo me fucking the wife of a couple we
knew. The picture provided a good view of my nude body and also
of my 8-inch cock. "How�s that one?" I asked.
My wife laughed, "Well, unless Stacy�s a lesbian, that photo is
going to turn her on big time. Let�s see the others."
I brought up the two photos of Paula that I had attached. The
first showed her in our kitchen wearing a skin-tight, purple
sheathe dress. The dress was short and covered her only halfway
up her breasts leaving her shoulders bare and exposing almost
half of her bosom. In the second pic, Paula was posing in
profile with the same dress lowered down to her hips. Her big
tits were completely exposed along with most of her bare legs.
"I think these ought to perk David�s interest. Are they ok?"
"They�re fine, Darling. But why only two pics? They sent
three of Stacy. I think we should send them a third... just to
be fair."
"I thought about it, but I wasn�t sure what to send them."
"Why don�t you be a dear and go fix us some coffee while I
select a third photo for them?"
"Great. Take your time."
After putting the coffee onto perk, I went back into the study
and found my wife still looking over a variety of different
photographs we had taken of her. "I�ll be watching TV. The
coffee will be done in about 10 minutes."
When I heard the coffee pot give its customary ring when
brewing was complete, I went back into the kitchen, poured us
both a cup, and took them into the study. I found Paula sitting
at the computer grinning.
"Well, are you done? Found a third photo for them?" I asked
setting her coffee beside her.
"I have, but I�m not sure you�ll approve."
"I�m not going to know until I see it. Come on... show me."
My wife clicked a few times, and photo of her filled the entire
screen. In it, she was on her knees on top of our kitchen
counter with her head resting on the counter�s surface. She was
naked except for her black fuck-me heels. Her knees were spread
wide, and she had her left hand on her butt spreading her cheeks
open so that her ass hole was erotically displayed. Her second
hand was between her gaping thighs holding her cunt lips wide
open so that at least an inch of her vagina was exposed. "Well?
Too much?" she asked.
I stared at the erotic image of my wife, mesmerized. "Some
where on this planet there may be another woman as gorgeous and
as erotic as you, but I�ve never seen one. It�s incredible!"
"Do you think it will please David?"
"Please him? He�s going to be jacking off to that photo of you
more times than we will ever know."
"I know. That thought just has my pussy gushing. Shall I send
the message?"
For an answer, I moved the cursor to the "send" button, left
clicked, and sent the message to the MacIntyres. I felt my
wife�s body shudder beside me. As I led her to the master
bedroom, she pressed her breasts against me and hissed, "Hurry.
I need to be fucked... HARD!"
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A Visit with the MacIntyre�s:
It was a Saturday afternoon in early June when Paula and I rang
the doorbell of the MacIntyre�s spacious home. David answered
the door after the first ring.
"Come in... come in," he invited. After shaking my hand, his
eyes turned to Paula in her sexy red dress.
"I�m Paula," she said softly.
"I know... I know. I recognize you from the photos Gordon
sent. But damn! They didn�t you justice. You�re fantastically
beautiful... every man�s wet dream."
"Thank you," my wife replied moving closer to David. "You
shook my husband�s hand in greeting. What�s your plan to greet
me?"
"How�s this?" David embraced my wife, hugged her, and then
kissed her on the cheek.
"Better... but no cigar, Honey."
"No? May I try again?"
"Every man deserves a second chance."
This time he embraced her even more tightly and pressed his
open mouth against my wife�s. They both had their mouths open...
so it was pretty obvious that their tongues were playing
together. Paula moved her mound against his crotch as they
kissed. One of David�s hands immediately went to Paula�s ass and
pressed her even harder against what I was certain his now very
erect rod. Finally, they broke the kiss and David moved behind
my wife. He circled his arms about her, his hands cupping her
large tits.
"Unbelivable! How big are they?
"Gordon told you. Don�t you remember?"
"He said 36DD. They look bigger."
"That�s because you�ve been kissing me and grinding your hard
cock against my mound. That always makes my nipples hard."
"I want to see them."
"I�m not stopping you."
With one quick motion, David�s hand pulled my wife�s dress to
the side away from her tits. They surged out, jiggling as he
cupped them.
When his fingers moved upward to pull on her hard nipples,
Paula sighed; when he twisted them, she gasped and began grinding
her ass back against his hard cock. She tilted her head
backwards, and David�s lips captured hers again as he enjoyed her
big tits.
"OOhhhh... that feels good, David."
Abruptly, he replaced my wife�s tits back inside her dress
saying, "Stacy�s waiting. I can hardly wait to get you naked.
Did I win the cigar?"
When Paula didn't answer, he repeated his question. "Did I win
the cigar?"
"You got the cigar... later I�ll let you try for the brass
ring."
"I intend to get it."
"I hope so."
David turned back to me and said, Stacy�s waiting for us in the
den. Shall we?"
Stacy�s dress was even tighter and more revealing than Paula�s.
She had on an incredibly tight, blue tube dress that just
covered her tits and ass. The dress was so tight there was no
possible way she had on a bra or more than a skimpy thong for
panties, if that.
"Stacy, this is Paula and Gordon."
"Hi, Paula. I�d recognize you any where. You look just like
your photos... absolutely beautiful and sexy. Hi. I�m Stacy."
The two women hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. "And
so you�re Gordon. Your body looks just as good as it did in your
photo. Didn�t show that much of your face. The woman you were
pleasuring had her thigh in the way."
"I would certainly recognize you, Stacy. You were beautiful in
your photos and even more so in person. I love you in that
dress."
She moved closer to me. "Really? What do you like most about
it?"
"The way it shows off your body. It looks as if it might be
sprayed on. An your aroma is intoxicating."
"I�m not wearing perfume."
�I know you're not. The aroma of a woman is much more exciting
than perfume.� I said as I moved close and kissed her. She
returned the kiss but with considerably less passion than Paula
had shown with David.
"How about a drink?" David asked. We all nodded, gave David
our preferences, and took seats in their well-appointed den.
David brought the drinks and we chatted for nearly a half
hour... about David�s law practice... my engineering job...
Paula�s high school teaching experiences... and finally some of
our mutual swinging acquaintances.
All the time we were chatting, David continued to stare at
Paula who was having a great time teasing him. Ever so slowly,
she pulled her dress higher and higher on her thighs. David
couldn�t tear his eyes away. Then, she raised the sexual heat
even higher by parting her legs enough to allow him to see her
panties.
I noticed that Stacy had stopped talking and was watching her
husband staring at Paula�s exposed panties and crotch. As both
of us watched, Paula opened her legs even wider... then wider
still, until her crotch and panties were totally exposed. Her
panties had become almost transparent they were so wet with her
excitement.
"Would anyone like some snacks?" Stacy asked. "I�ll go fix
some," she said without waiting for a response from anyone.
"I�ll help you," I volunteered, more than just a little happy
to get her alone and give David and Paula some privacy.
Stacy got out some lunch meat, crackers, cheese, and two kinds
of dip, and the two of us stood side-by-side at the kitchen
counter fixing snacks. As she worked, Stacy was totally
silent... so much so that it was obvious to me that something was
bothering her, but given the facts that she was an experienced
swinger, and we had sent photos and e-mails prior to our meeting,
I was not sure what the problem was.
I was still thinking when she finally spoke. "Your wife is
incredibly beautiful."
"Thank you. That�s what I think about you... particularly in
that blue dress you�re wearing."
Stacy ignored my compliment and continued. "She�s also
incredibly erotic... even slutty." She paused for a moment and
then added, "Just incredibly slutty. David�s tongue is
practically hanging out of his mouth. She�s already got him
breathing hard... almost panting."
"That�s pretty much the way I�m feeling about you."
"No... That�s not so. You�re much more controlled."
"That�s just because I have really gotten to touch you yet." I
put my hands on her shoulders and at the same time, kissed her
neck. She quickly moved away saying, "Not now."
"Ok. The lady is always in charge," I replied in a soft voice
and with a smile.
We finished fixing the snacks and carried them into the den.
When we entered, it was pretty obvious that David and Paula had
been very busy while Stacy and I were preparing the food. David
not only had my wife�s tits out of her dress again while he
kissed her, he also had her dress up to her waist and his hand
inside her panties where it was making circular motions over her
cunt.
Stacy�s voice was a sharp rebuke. "David! I thought we had
agreed months ago not to start having sex right here in the den
in public."
David jerked away from Paula like a small boy who had been
caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You right. We just got
carried away. What did you and Gordon fix?" He looked at the
two trays of snacks and said, "Those look delicious. Let�s enjoy
the food Paula and then we take a tour of all grounds. Stacy and
I want you and Gordon to see all the marvelous things we�re doing
to the house and our property."
As David had been speaking, my wife had quickly shoved her
dress down to cover her panties and replaced her tits inside the
bodice of her dress. "That sounds very interesting. I�d love to
see it. You have such a beautiful home... the nicest one I think
I�ve ever been in."
My wife�s warm remarks placated Stacy somewhat and she smiled.
"We�re very proud of it. Let�s eat and we�ll show you every
thing."
It took us 20 minutes of chatting and eating to finish off the
snacks Stacy and I had prepared. When the last of the dip,
crackers, and cheese, and beer had been finished, David stood up
and said, "Come on, Stacy. Let's show our guests our home,
grounds, and all the renovations that are in progress." He
extended his hand to Paula who took it and followed him into the
back yard. Stacy was right behind them, and I followed Stacy.
Their four acre lot was beautifully landscaped with shrubs,
trees, and flowers, and Paula wanted to know what every thing
was. I was somewhat surprised that David knew the names of all
the vegetation in his yard... that was certainly more than I
could have done in our yard.
While David was busy showing my wife the gardens and the trails
through the wooded area behind their pool, I was curious about
the excavations to the side of the house. "What is all that
going to be?" I asked Stacy.
"Come on. I'll show you," she replied.
I followed her as David and Paula moved out of sight to the
other side of the house. "This large pit is going to be a
combination storm shelter, extra guest bedroom, and a game room,
Gordon. David has designed it to connect via a staircase to the
kitchen.
"No wonder its so large," I commented. That's quite a project.
You say David did the design and architectural work for all of
this?"
"He did. He's very proud of it."
"He has a right to be. It's impressive to say the least.
What's all that construction by the side of the pool area?"
"That's going to be two bath houses, one for men, the other for
women. David's also designed an expansion of our swimming pool.
When it's finished the pool will be about 80% larger than it is
now."
"That's going to be some pool!"
"It will be. We have all the land we need for it, and we're
both looking forward to its completion."
"When will that be?"
"Well, we won't start expanding the pool until we've completed
the basement/shelter/game room project and built the bath
houses... so I imagine it will be about a year from now or maybe
a year and a half."
"Impressive!"
Stacy began describing some of the construction details and
other nice features that David had designed into the projects.
As I listened, I saw David and Paula quietly slipping back into
the house. He had his hand under my wife's dress so I had little
doubt that their destination was one of the upstairs bedrooms.
When the door closed behind them, I turned my full attention
back to Stacy who was still describing the structural features of
the storm shelter that would withstand tornadoes with wind speeds
in excess of 150 mph.
"How about giving me a tour of the landscaping? It really
looks great."
"I'd love to," Stacy replied. For the next 15 minutes or so,
she showed me the trails through the woods in the back of their
large lot and then all the flowers and shrubs. She proved to be
as knowledgeable as David.
"I think you've seen almost every thing. How about some
coffee?"
"Sounds good."
Once we were back in the kitchen, Stacy set about making the
coffee. Once again, I came up behind her. This time, however, I
did not kiss her neck. Instead, I whispered softly, "I would
really prefer you to the coffee. Would you like to find a
bedroom?"
Turning, Stacy stared at me for a moment before saying, "Have I
given you any signal... any indication... that I wanted to go to
bed with you?"
"You mean other than the fact that you and David invited us
here after sending some very erotic and beautiful photos of
yourselves and other than the fact that you're wearing one of the
hottest dresses I've seen in a long time? I might also add the
kiss we shared when we arrived."
"It was just a kiss. It wasn't a prelude to sex like the one
your wife gave David."
"Oh... you saw that? Well, you're right. It wasn't that hot."
"And have I been pulling up my dress for you like your wife is
doing for David? Have I been spreading my legs and showing you
my panties, like your wife has been doing?"
"No, you haven't."
"And have I let you take breasts out of my dress and play with
my pussy?"
"No," I replied calmly. "You haven't done any of those things.
I just assumed you wanted more privacy. If I misjudged the
situation, then I apologize... sincerely."
Stacy's voice softened somewhat at that point. "I'm sorry I
was so blunt. That really wasn't called for. It's just that
sometimes the chemistry is right ... sometimes, it isn't."
"I understand... and this is one of the times that the ...
eh... 'chemistry' isn't right?"
"No, it isn't. You're a very nice man, Gordon... handsome,
nice body, well-endowed. You're also obviously well educated,
considerate, but... well, you're actually too nice."
"You like your lovers somewhat more on the 'crude' side... more
macho... more along the lines of a biker-type?" I asked.
Stacy seemed flustered, and the reason was obvious. She had
known from the very start that I wasn't a "biker-type" guy. She
had my photos. She knew I was a chief project engineer and very
well educated. And she had worn the hottest dress any woman
could ever wear... and worn it with come-fuck-me heels but
without a bra or stockings. Her problem wasn't with me at all,
it was with my wife.
Simply put, Stacy was consumed with jealously. She had very
nice 34C tits, but they didn't compare well with Paula's 36DD
cannons. She had a very attractive body, but beside my wife's
19" waist and 32" hips, she was second best. Stacy had pretty,
long, dark hair, but it wasn't a match for Paula's golden tresses
that came almost to the middle of her back.
Of course, Stacy had known all about my wife's appearance from
her photos and was able to handle it. What she did not
anticipate and could not handle was my wife's hot sensuality and
her uninhibited, open pleasure with sex. When she realized that
David had had a continuous, raging erection from the moment we
had arrived and couldn't tear his eyes away from Paula, she fell
victim to the green-eyed monster. Now she was desperate to end
our meeting as soon as possible before David got between Paula's
legs.
Aloud, I said, "That's all right, Stacy. I fully understand.
We all have our desires and sometimes, they just don't match.
Don't worry about it at all. Can I still have that coffee you
offered?"
"Oh... of course... of course. I'm sorry. Would you like
something with it? A sandwich? Maybe a slice of cheesecake?"
"Cheesecake sounds great! I take the coffee black. I hope
you'll join me."
"I'd be delighted to join you, Gordon. Would like your
cheesecake plain or with some topping? I have strawberries or
chocolate."
"A few strawberries would be nice."
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"MMMmmmmm... you've got a luscious cock, David... big...
thick... and HARD! I love them hard like you are."
"My god... nobody has ever sucked me as good as you suck,
Paula. Jezzzz... am I ever gonna blow a huge load of cum in
your mouth! Do you swallow?"
"As much as I can... a lot of guys shoot in so much, I can't
swallow fast enough. Are you one of those guys, David?
"Not sure... but we're going to find out pretty soon. Suck all
of it, Baby. Right down your throat."
Wrapping my arms about David's hips, I spread my hands over his
ass and pulled him closer, causing his stiff rod to sink further
into my mouth. It was already pressing against my throat when
five inches were buried. He was using my mouth like it was a
cunt... fucking my mouth with hard strokes.
"Take it! Take all of it, you hot Slut!" he groaned in his
need to bury his cock down my throat.
Pulling him even closer, the big cock head punched into my
throat.
"OOOMMPPFFF!" A moment later, gagging noises erupted from my
tightly plugged mouth: "HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!"
David held my head in place and snapped his hips toward burying
the final inch and a half down my throat. OOMMPPFFF! UUUGGHHHH!
OOMMPPFF... OOPPFFHHHFFF!"
"Oh fuck! You are the best! The absolute best cock sucker
I've ever had." He began fucking my mouth like he was buried in
my cunt. Saliva ran from the corners of my mouth and coated his
balls.
Every thrust was now burying his cock all the way into my
throat. My mouth was stretched wide and my lips kissed his belly
every time he pumped his cock into my throat.
"Let me get on the bed. I want you bent over me with those
awesome tits hanging down where I can play with them as you suck
me."
I pulled back gasping for breath. After sucking in air for
almost a minute, I looked up and grinned. "Whatever you say,
Lover. Are you sure Stacy is Ok with me sucking your cock and
you fucking me? She was obviously mad when we were getting it on
in the den."
"That's just because we were doing it in the den... in public
so to speak. She doesn't like open sexual activities like that
and I had agreed not to do it. But you were just way too much to
resist."
"I love it when men can't resist. You do have a big... I mean
BIG cock, Honey. Will you eat my pussy after I suck you?"
"Wild horses couldn't stop me from eating your hot cunt, Paula.
Now, stop talking and suck me!"
I bent over him and marveled at the thickness of his hard fuck
stick. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... oh shit... what a cock!" A moment
later, I was sucking him all the way into my throat again.
David's thrusts were became more and more frenzied. He was
obviously about to unload down my throat. "Get ready, Paula. I
can't hold it much longer."
I sucked him faster using my hand to jack him off every time
his rod exited my mouth. His hips arched high off the bed; his
prick expanded and jerked hard; then, like a cannon, his balls
poured their load into my mouth hole in huge, repeated gushes. I
swallowed as fast as I could, but there was no way I could do it
fast enough. The cum filled my mouth to overflowing and then
burst out and ran down his throbbing shaft in a thick, white
river of semen.
David continued to pump my mouth as he shot in several more,
smaller jets of sperm and semen. Finally, his balls were empty
and his now softening cock slipped out of my mouth. A long
strand of his load hung from my lips and several more pools of
cum covered my tits.
Rolling to the side, I jerked my legs up into the air and
spread wide open. "Suck me, David. I'm on fire. Suck my cunt!
Lick my clit! Make me cum, Stud! Damn you! Hurry! DO IT TO
ME!"
His face rammed into my wide open sex saddle. When his tongue
swiped up the entire length of my gushing slit, I began moaning.
The tongue sought out my erect, convulsing clit and slid
sensuously up the side to the sensitive tip. David's tongue
flicked over the tip several times... rapidly. I hissed in hot
female heat, my hips arching high... my hands pulling his head
hard against my sex hole.
I came... HARD... CONVULSIVELY. A series of intense
contractions surged through my vagina and ripped upward into my
belly causing it to convulse in hard spasms. My juices spurted
hard drenching his face.
David was so amazed when I squirted explosively, he pulled
back, held my pussy open and watched as I squirted again and
again and again.
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It took Stacy about five minutes to serve the cheesecake and
another five minutes for the coffee to brew. Finally, we were
seated at the kitchen table enjoying the snack.
As I sipped the coffee, I saw Stacy's face darken. "Where are
David and Paula?" she asked trying to keep the anxiety out of her
voice.
"David was showing Paula all the beautiful shrubs and flowers
when we first went outside. She loves that sort of thing. Then,
as we were coming back into the house, I saw him taking Paula
around to the excavation and pool area to show her all of that."
"They should have finished seeing the construction by this
time," she protested.
"I guess so. They're probably out back with David showing her
the beautiful wooded area you have at the back of your land. Is
the front door open?" I knew it was locked because I had seen
David lock it after we had arrived.
"No. We never leave the front door unlocked."
"Didn't think so. We know they haven't come in the back door,
so they still have to be outside somewhere. My guess is in the
woods somewhere."
"In the woods?" Stacy repeated.
I could read her mind with ease. My phrase "in the woods" had
conjured up images of David having my wife bent over a tree or up
against one with her legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked
her.
"Let's go look for them!" She jumped up with me following
close behind and led the way into the woods.
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"OHHHH BABY... YOU ARE ONE MASTER COCKSMAN! STICK THAT THING
INTO MEEEEEEEE.... OOOHHHH GAWD DAMN! YOU'RE SO FUCKING THICK!"
"My god, Paula. Your cunt feels like a vise around me. So
damn tight...hot... wet. I love feeling your pussy around me."
"Shut up... stop talking... fuck me... hard... I'm about to cum
again! RAM MEEEEEEEEE!"
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I was having problems keeping up with Stacy as she hurried
through the woods. I didn't have to ask what her rush was... I
knew. She wanted to find David and Paula before he could get his
cock into her.
"I don't see them any where, Stacy. Maybe they're looking over
the construction again?"
"No. I'm sure they're here in the woods some where. Oh hell!
I know where they are! There's a small shack off the right...
down this trail. We use it to store garden tools and other
equipment."
"Why would they be in a dirty shack anyway?"
Stacy stopped in her tracks, turned to face me, and asked,
"Were you born yesterday, Gordon? David took her there so he
could fuck her. Come on!"
I followed Stacy down the trail for several hundred feet before
we reached the shack. Actually, it wasn't the type of decaying
shack I had envisioned. It was one of those small sheet metal
storage units that are for sale all around the country. Looking
at it, I decided that unless it was completely full of equipment,
there would be ample room to bend my wife over something and fuck
her doggie or maybe screw her missionary on a work bench.
Stacy quietly walked up to the door and flung it open. When
she found it empty, she looked puzzled.
"I still think they're looking at the construction again,
probably the pool area. Paula probably wants a better look at
what the bath houses will be like when they're done."
"Ok. You may be right. Let's head back that way and check."
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"Pump your hot cunt on my cock, Honey. Ride it... really ride
hard, Paula."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh Baby, you have no idea how good your
thick cock feels every time it bottoms out in my pussy. Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Hold my hips and fuck me hard... fast. Make me cum!"
David grabbed my hips from behind as I rode him reverse
cowgirl. I arched my back as he began jack hammering his prick
in and out of my throbbing hole.
"OOOHHHH... YES! LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT! UUnnnggggg.... fuck
me harder, David. I'm almost there.... aaahhhhhhhhh....
fuckkkkkkkk... NOW! NOW! I'M THERE! OOOHHH I'M CUMMING!"
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Stacy and I walked through the basement construction again and
failed to find David and Paula, which, of course, came as no
surprise to me. "Let's try the pool area. I think that's where
they probably are."
"Ok. Let's see," Stacy agreed.
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"Sit on it, Paula. Stick my cock in your ass."
"Oh Honey. You're really thick. That's gonna hurt."
"I doubt it. As wet as you are, it's gonna go in easily.
Besides, you're on top so you can control how fast it goes in.
Come on... your cunt is really tight... your ass is gonna be
unbelievable."
"Ok, you randy Stud." I lifted my pussy off David's rod and
moved forward slightly. "Put it against my ass, Baby, and hold
it steady." A moment later, I lowered my hips and felt the big
head pressing against my rectum. I pressed down harder at the
same time as David thrust upward. The big head popped into my
ass.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH .... DAMN! You are really big, Honey."
I raised my hips up and then forced them down again. David
drove his organ deep inside my ass and the initial pain vanished.
His fingers strummed my clit as he began to fuck me. The erotic
sensations surged through my pussy, my clit, and my ass. The
hot, full feeling and his fingers rubbing my clit and pumping in
and out of my pussy quickly had me moaning.
"My god... you're tight. No way I'm gonna last very long in
your tight hot ass, Paula. I..."
"You hot Bastard! You're making me cum! Yessssss... harder...
do it harder! AAAahhhhh fuckkkk... cumming again!"
"I want you on your hands and knees...ass up in the air. I'm
going to put a big cum load in your ass, Honey."
"Roll me over, Stud."
A moment later, he had me on my knees, my head on the bed, and
my ass high in the air. His cock was nailing me hard... sinking
and out in hard, deep strokes that caused his balls to bounce
against my cunt on every stroke.
"I'm going to cum in you, Paula," David grunted.
"SHOOT IT IN, YOU HOT FUCKER. GIVE IT TO ME!"
His cock jerked again and again as my clit erupted under my
stroking fingers. I think he shot at least a half a dozen times
before his cock stopped throbbing inside my ass.
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We spent 10 minutes looking through the pool area and then
another five walking around the front of the house before Stacy
gave and up. "Where could they be?" she asked perplexed.
"They must have returned to the house when we were on the way
to the shack. We just missed them. They're probably waiting for
us wondering where we are."
"Let's check," she said.
When we entered the house, we found David and Paula both
sitting on the couch eating some sandwiches and sipping coffee.
David wore only a pair of jockey briefs and Paula just her white
panties. If that weren't erotic enough, her tits were coated
with a sheen of what appeared to be semen.
"Where have you been?" Stacy demanded.
David laughed. "Well, I'd say that's pretty obvious, Honey.
Paula and I have been upstairs in the guest bedroom fucking for
the most of the last hour." Suddenly, David realized that both
Stacy and I were still fully dressed as we had been earlier.
"What's going on? We thought you two were getting it on in the
master bedroom?"
"I never gave you the signal that we were going to swing with
them!" Stacy screamed. "You just couldn't wait to get your cock
into that slutty bitch!"
David looked over at me and held out his hands, palms up,
clearly asking what was going on. "Stacy told me that the
chemistry between us isn't right, so, that being the case, I
think we should just thank you for your hospitality and be on our
way," I said in explanation.
I could see the surprise... then the shock... register on my
wife's face. A minute or so later, the shock was replaced with
anger as she figured out what must have happened. But before she
could say or do anything, David took command.
His face now flushed with anger, he walked up to his wife and
asked, "You told Gordon that the chemistry isn't right?" Stacy
nodded nervously.
"Oh really... the chemistry isn't right?" David asked, the
sarcasm dripping from his voice. "If that's the case, why have
you been telling me repeatedly for the past three days how sexy
you think his body and cock are in his photo? Huh? And when I
was fucking you last night, why did you ask me several times if I
thought Gordon's cock was more than 8-inches? And when I told
you that I thought he might be almost nine inches, why did you
howl and cum hard several times if the chemistry isn't right?"
"Please, Honey... can't we just..."
David ignored her pleas. "And today... Jezzz... today it was
even worse. You were rubbing your pussy before they arrived, you
were so hot. And that hot, whore dress you wore for him... but
now you say the chemistry isn't right. BULL SHIT!"
Stacy was now trembling, but David didn't relent or even back
off slightly. He pulled his wife over to the dining room table.
"Put your foot up on the seat of that chair... NOW! Come over
here Gordon, Paula ... I want you both to see this."
Turning back to Stacy, David growled, "The chemistry isn't
right, huh? Then why the hell did you leave your bra off when
you dressed for him?" He yanked the top of her dress down to her
waist baring both tits. "And why the fuck are your nipples hard
if the chemistry isn't right?"
"And look at this, Gordon!" David jerked the hem of her dress
up to her waist. "Look, the Slut isn't even wearing any panties.
Why no panties, Darling, if the chemistry isn't right? Why are
you telling Gordon stuff like that?"
"Because I got mad and jealous over the way you were panting
over Paula. You were panting, staring like a school boy, and you
got hard... really hard. The first chance you got, you had your
hands all over her tits and inside her panties rubbing her
pussy!"
"But that's why were together... to enjoy each other. Gordon
got just as hot and hard over you."
"No he didn't!" Stacy protested.
"Then why were his eyes locked onto your tits, legs, and thighs
the entire time we were chatting? And when you got up to go fix
the snacks, ... well, tell her, Gordon. She won't believe me."
Stacy looked at me and waited expectantly. I smiled warmly and
said, "When you got up to fix the snacks, you uncrossed your legs
and I saw your naked cunt."
"I didn't mean to..."
"Yes you did. When a woman wears an extremely short dress but
does not wear panties, she wants men to see her cunt. I saw
yours. Naturally, I followed you into the kitchen on the pretext
of helping your fix the snacks. My cock was so hard it hurt. It
felt like a steel rod to me."
Stacy was shaking her head. I continued. "I told you how
beautiful I thought you were in that hot blue dress... then I
told you I was panting over your body just like David was panting
over Paula's. Finally, I kissed you on the neck. The next item
on my plan was to carry you into the bedroom and fuck your sexy
ass off. But you broke away from me and said, "Not Now!"
Now David spoke again to confirm what I had just said. "That's
right, Stacy. When Gordon followed you into the kitchen, his
cock was hard as iron. And when I saw him kiss you on the neck,
Paula and I assumed we could start pleasing each other. That why
Paula was half naked and I had my hands in her panties and on her
tits when you came back into the den."
"You say all that... but how do you know he was hard and hot
for me. You couldn't take your eyes off Paula."
Paula spoke for the first time. "I know, Stacy, because when
my husband's cock gets hard and he stands up, there's no way he
can conceal it. No man can hide an iron-hard, 8-inch prick,
Stacy. I was certain he intended to bend you over the sink and
fuck you right there in the kitchen."
Stacy collapsed into one of the chairs beside the table. "I'm
ruined every thing. I just got so jealous."
Again David spoke, but this time, more kindly. "Stacy, Gordon
just told us that he thinks they should leave. He seems to have
good reason to do so. He approached you in the kitchen when he
had a huge erection and kissed you on the back of the neck. You
pulled away and told him, "Not now". He told me that after you
had given him a tour of the grounds, he asked you if you would
like to find a bedroom and have sex. Again, you pulled away
telling him that you hadn't given him any signal, any indication,
that you wanted to have sex with him. So, if that's the way you
feel, I think they should leave... don't you?"
Turning toward me, Stacy whispered, "Don't go. Please."
"You still haven't given me any indication or signal that
you're interested in going to bed with me," I responded.
"I'm standing her essentially naked in front of you."
"Only because David stripped you. You didn't take off your
clothes for me."
"You're right," she said. Without hesitation, Stacy stripped
off her dress and mounted the dining room table. Turning on her
side facing me, she asked, "Did I really get you hard earlier...
I mean really hard, like you said?"
"I was so hard, it hurt."
"I was a stupid bitch. Why didn't you just bend me over the
sink and fuck me with that huge, hard cock?"
"Most men need some kind of signal from the woman. I'm no
exception."
"Well, how's this? Is this signal enough for you?" Stacy
raised her right leg high completely exposing her wet, open
pussy. "If that's not enough of a signal, will this do?" she
asked slipping her hand between her thighs from behind and
spreading her pussy wide open. "Come closer, Honey, and see if
you think I'm worth fucking."
"Will this table hold both of us?"
"Who cares. If it breaks, we'll just buy another, stronger
one. Come on, Honey. Get up on the table with me and punish me
for being such a cold, jealous bitch."
As I began removing my clothes, my wife laughed and said,
"You'd better hurry, Honey. David and I already have a big head
start on you two, and he's taking off his shorts again. I don't
think he's going to relinquish his lead without a fight."
By the time I had my shirt and pants off, David was already
naked and in the process of pulling off my wife's panties. It
only took me 15 seconds or so to get rid of my shorts, shoes, and
socks, but by that time, David already had my wife on her back on
the couch and was getting between her thighs.
As I climbed onto the table behind Stacy, she kept her leg high
in the air to open herself for me. I delayed long enough to turn
her head and French kiss her waiting, open mouth. As my tongue
was sliding into Stacy's mouth, I heard my wife groan as David's
cock entered her pussy.
"Put your cock into my cunt, Gordon. Please. I want what
Paula's getting. I've been fantasizing about it all week. Fuck
me, Stud. Fuck me like a whore!"
Centering my cock against her opening, I gave her five inches
on the first thrust... six on the second... and all eight inches
the third time I entered her. Both women howled with delight as
the cocks stretched their pussies, frictioned over their G-spots,
and ground into their erect throbbing clits every time the hard
rods thudded into the bottom of their excited vaginas.
Stacy came before Paula did... not surprising since she had not
yet been screwed whereas David had probably made my wife cum at
least a half dozen times earlier.
"Oh god, Gordon. I'm cumming. So damn hard. Fuck me harder.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... cumming!"
She wasn't as loud as Paula, but her cunt contracted every bit
as hard as my wife's. Her cuntal secretions poured out over my
balls as they slapped against her convulsing pussy.
"Get on top, you hot Witch. Mount me, Stacy, and fuck your hot
pussy on my rod."
"Oh yeah! I love to top ride. Roll over, Baby. This hot
bitch is gonna fuck your brains out!"
Stacy was sinking her now widely stretched pussy down my sex
spike when I heard my wife howling in orgasm.
"OOOOOHHHHH... OOOOHHH... UUUNNGGHH... Fuck that cock into me,
David. I'm cumming.... oohhhh aaahhhhhhhhhh..."
"Ohhhh shit, Paula. Your pussy feels like a suction pump
around my cock... aaaahhhhhhh... I can't hold it... going cum in
you, Honey... UUNNGGHHH!"
"OOOHHHH... it's shooting into meeeeeeeeee... David's cumming
in me, Honey... Shoot in Stacy like he's shooting in me!" my wife
screamed.
As Stacy hammered her pussy up and down on my cock, she hissed,
"Do what she says, Lover. Pump your load into my hot box, Baby.
Cum in me!"
The long wait and Stacy's hot invitation were more than I could
take. As she slammed her pussy down onto my rod, I arched my
hips and drove it up against her womb. The sensations of my cock
spewing jet after jet of cum into her had me grunting... again
and again.
"UNN_HUH! UNN_HUH! UNN_HUH! UNN_HUH! UNN_HUH!"
I was still ejaculating inside Stacy's vagina when she moaned,
"He's cumming inside my cunt, David... aaahhh... he's shooting it
innnn.... making me cum... ooohhhhh god... I'm cumming again."
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When we had all come down from our sexual highs, Stacy and I
finally got off the table and cuddled up on the other couch while
David and Paula were doing the same thing.
After three orgasms, David's cock was out of action for time
being, but since I had only shot off once, it wasn't long before
the luscious feeling of having Stacy's naked body against mine
began to harden my shaft.
David finally lifted his body off my wife's and asked, "Is
anyone hungry? I'm starved."
"So am I," Paula said in a half whisper.
"David, why don't you and Paula get some dinner started while I
take care of this randy stud again. I think he's going to need
to fuck me again before he'll be ready for something else besides
pussy."
"How about it, Paula? Shall we go start some dinner?"
"I rather watch them fuck. We can all go fix some dinner after
they finish."
"Looks like we're going to have an audience, Gordon. Is that
all right?" Stacy asked as her hand slowly stroked my rapidly
hardening shaft.
For an answer, I stood up pulling Stacy with me. "Turn around,
Stacy, it's doggie fucking time."
'Oh yes! That's my favorite position."
A short time later, David's wife was bent over supporting
herself with her hands on the seat of the couch. With her ass
high in the air, her cunt was a perfect target. I hit her "bulls
eye" with seven inches of man meat on the first thrust. The
squishing sound of my cock entering her cum-filled pussy was
easily loud enough for David and Paula to hear.
After a few minutes of frantic fucking, my wife and her lover
were both sitting on the floor at our feet watching my shaft
sinking in and out of David's squealing wife.
"I can't hold it much longer, Stacy," I warned.
"Pump me hard... make me cum, Lover. If you can hold it, I
want you to cum in my mouth."
Holding her hips, I drove a series of short hard strokes into
her throbbing channel while rubbing her clit. When Stacy's hole
exploded, Paula gasped, "Oh gawd damn! Look at her cunt throb,
David. Get lower and look at your wife's clit. It's dancing and
jerking like crazy."
I kept fucking the moaning woman until I felt her contractions
ebbing. "I need to cum, Stacy... Now!"
She pulled her vagina off my cock and quickly knelt in front of
me with her mouth wide open. "My mouth... in my mouth... in
here," she hissed while pointing at her open mouth hole.
A couple of minutes later, most of my second load was in her
belly, but some of it coated her lips and chin, and there was a
long cum rope that connected her mouth and my cock. Finally, her
tongue snaked out and scooped it into her mouth.
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The four of us prepared a great dinner of steak, salads, baked
potatoes, fresh tomatoes, and wine with cheesecake and coffee for
dessert. By agreement, David and I had put on our shorts and
pants while Paula and Stacy slipped back into their panties and
dresses.
After dark, we played "Questions and Answers". First, the
women asked the men questions to which we had to respond
truthfully. Then, it was the men's turn. That turned out to be
one of the hottest adult games I had ever heard of or played. It
wasn't long before the women were blushing with excitement and
both David and I were hard.
"David," I asked. "Is the bed in the master bedroom big enough
for us to fuck both of these women on it at the same time?"
"It's a king-sized bed. That won't be a problem."
"Then I suggest we drag them into the bedroom and do exactly
that."
Both women easily beat us to the bedroom. When David and I had
finally gotten rid of our pants and shorts and reached the master
bedroom, we found both women waiting on the bed, both naked with
their legs wide open.
"How shall we use them to start?" David asked me.
"I haven't had Stacy's ass yet."
"I fucked Paula's upstairs while you guys were touring the
grounds. It's incredibly tight. I'd love to fuck it again.
Let's do their asses first."
Both girls pleaded for lubrication first. David took out a
squeeze bottle of astroglide and squirted some first on and then
inside Paula's ass. Passing the bottle to me, I did the honors
for his wife.
Five minutes later, both of our wives were lying on their sides
with their legs pulled back against their tits and a thick cock
plunging in and out of their now widely stretched, gaping
assholes. Female shrieks and male grunts of hot pleasure filled
the bedroom.
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Epilog:
Paula and I spent the night with the MacIntyre's and had
breakfast with them the next morning. Naturally, we had both of
the girls again before calling it quits. This time, I did bend
Stacy over the sink while David was fucking Paula on the kitchen
table.
By the time we arrived home, we were exhausted. For dinner, we
made some sandwiches out of leftovers and by 8 PM, we were both
sound asleep. Neither of us had any energy left for more sex.
We got together with the MacIntyre's quite a few times over the
following years. While those meetings were always enjoyable, the
one that stands out most vividly in our memories is the first
one, not just because it was our first time with them, but mainly
because of the unusual events that occurred.
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