<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">8/16/18<br/>
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Randy and Charlotte<br/>
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Randy walked to the refrigerator and opened it looking for a cold beer.  He saw bottles of unfamiliar fancy-looking beer, but no Busch like he was used to.  He grabbed a bottle and twisted off the cap.  I liked the way he was looking me over.  There was no pretense.  He was clearly wondering if I was a good fuck.  I wondered the same thing about him.  I hadn’t missed the bulge in his overly tight jeans.<br/>
“So Charlotte, what’s with you and Charles?  You getting enough?”<br/>
“As a matter of fact, he satisfies me quite well when he’s available.  As you can imagine, he has multiple obligations.”<br/>
Randy laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.  Angie’s always after me to do her first before I get “too distracted”, as she calls it.”<br/>
Randy moved up closer to me; a little too close.  I could smell his Old Spice.<br/>
“You like it in the ass?”<br/>
I looked him directly in the eye.<br/>
“If you mean do I like to be taken from behind. I do like that.”<br/>
“No honey. I mean do you like it in the ass, you know, butt fucked?”<br/>
I imagined kneeling at the foot of my bed, head down, bottom high in the air, legs spread wide as Randy plunged his massive cock into my waiting, winking rosebud.  I never asked Charles for that.  As I thought about Randy pumping my bum full of his cum, I wondered why. Then I smiled with satisfaction.  Our new lifestyle arrangement is turning out to be better than I could have expected!<br/>
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