I'm going to tell you something that will blow your mind. I know that it fucked up my life big time when it happened. My boyfriend had sex with my very best friend. I caught them fucking right in my own bed! I couldn't believe it, they were fucking in my own bed. If that wasn't more than I could handle, what happened next will blow your mind.

I went out shopping with my sister. We like to go shopping on pay day. We normally don't buy a lot of stuff, just a few things. Sometimes we just pick up some groceries or little items. We like to get out and talk, you know like us women do.

We went shopping and I got a real nice beef brisket. I was going to cook it for my boyfriend. He loved beef, any way that it can be cooked. I think the guy would have ate it raw if I let him. I've never known a man who loved beef as much as that guy did. Sometimes I would catch him eating cheese burgers in his car. I would clean his car out from time to time and he always had a bunch of cheese burger wrappers all through the car.

I came home and I put the stuff away. The whole time I was thinking about how I could cook this brisket for Steven. I was planning a big meal with the brisket and all kinds of fixings. Then, I heard something strange. It was a weird sound coming from my bedroom Steven told me that he had to work that day, so it took me by surprise. I heard people talking, and I couldn't understand who it was. I don't have a television or a radio in my bedroom, so I knew that I didn't leave anything on when I went shopping.

I walked very slowly up to my bedroom door. It was closed, this too was very strange. I never close my bedroom door. I have no reason to, it's just me and Steven here. I stood still and listened to what was going on. This really fucking blew my mind.

“I never knew you liked to eat pussy,” I heard Steven say.

Who was eating who's pussy? This made my fucking blood boil. What kind of shit was he doing in my bed? I don't know, but I was going to find out.

“Lick me right there Carla,” I heard a voice say.

Who the fuck is Carla? Why is she in my bedroom? How many people were in my bedroom? I had no clue, but I knew that I was about to see something that I didn't like. Something so bad, that it made my stomach sick.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I said as I slammed open the door.

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“Awwwwe fuck!” Kelly yelled as her car stalled.

This is the second time this week that her car stalled. She knew that she had to get it fixed, but she didn't have the money. The mechanic won't take payments and she doesn't have a credit card.

Kelly got out of the car and lifted the hood. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car. It wasn't smoking, it didn't make any funny sounds. There wasn't even a faint odor or anything that caught her eye.

“I don't know what the fuck I am going to do.” She said looking under the hood.

Kelly had just got off work from her office job. She was still wearing her work clothes. She was wearing a long brown dress, that was cut almost all the way up on the side.

She was also wearing a white silk dress shirt and a pearl necklace. She unbuttoned her shirt while she was looking under the hood. It was hotter than hell outside and even the smallest relief felt amazing.

Much to her surprise as Kelly walked back to her car, she seen a man walking up to her. In this day and age, a woman has to be careful. So, she politely said hello and started to get in her car.

“What is wrong with your car?” The man asked.

“I don't know.” Kelly said as she rolled down her window.

“How did it act before it broke down?” He asked leaning towards her through the window.

“It sputtered a little, but that was about it.” She said looking at him.

Even though she was afraid of the stranger, she needed someone to help her get back on the road. If nothing else this man could call a tow truck so she could get home. Anything would be better than setting on the side of the road.

“Are you sure that you didn't run out of gas?” He asked scratching his head.

“Yes, I just put five dollars in it before I left for work. Work is only five miles away from the gas station.” Kelly said as she looked at the gas gauge.

“I can take a look and see what I can find. You might have a leak in your gas tank or maybe something else is wrong.” He said walking around to the front of the car.

“I need you to pop the hood for me.” He said trying to open the hood.

“There is a latch right under the hood. Press that and the hood will come up.” Kelly said getting out of the car.

“This is an older car.” The man said as he looked under the hood.

“Yes, it is all that I can afford right now.” Kelly said.

“I am going to open up the choke in the carburetor. Go inside and start the car.” He said while unscrewing something.

Kelly got in and she started the car.

“Okay, hold on. Let me get some gas in your carburetor.” He said as he jerked on something.

“Now, try again.” He said.

Kelly did as he said and the car started right up. He continued to play around with the car and the motor accelerated really fast. It took her by surprise. He put down the hood and he came around.

“I think your choke is sticking. That is the only thing that I can think of. I messed around with it and it started up. If this happens again, go and…. Let me show you.” He said walking around to the front.

He took off the air filter and he showed her the choke.

“If it stops again, just put a stick or something in there to open it up when you start it. You should get this checked out by a mechanic. You can easily work on it if it breaks down, but it is a pain in the ass.” He said putting the hood back down.

Kelly was happy that nothing bad actually happened to her car. She knew she didn't have the money to fix it. It was all she could do to afford gas, let alone the high prices that mechanics charge.

“How much do I owe you?” Kelly asked the man.

“You don't owe me a thing. Matter of fact, if you want, I can fix this for you. It will cost you a few bucks for parts. I won't charge you anything to fix it.” He said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

This was music to her ears. She could afford the parts if they were cheap enough. But, she couldn't allow the guy not to take any kind of payments.

“I've got to pay you something, I can't let you do it for free.” She said getting her purse.

“Listen lady, I don't need your money. I would rather see you with a safe car then me having a few bucks. Save that money for parts.” He said watching her take money out of her purse.

“I'm not going to let you do the work for free. Can I work it off?” She asked.

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I woke up early so I could cook up a special breakfast. I've been wanting to do something nice for my husband Joe. Joe is a really great guy and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for him. I want Joe to know that I love him and he is a very special part of my life. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't around. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I decided the night before that I would surprise my husband with breakfast in bed. I would cook up a breakfast so good, that he would think it came from a restaurant! We've been married for fifteen years, we were both eighteen when we got married. Just out of high school and horny, as some people might say. Joe joined the service and we moved so we could live on the base. I got a job at a local teddy bear factory. I still work there, but only part time. Just something to keep me busy, since we don't have a family. Joe, he's out of the service now. He works for a company that deals with security issues. Stuff like store security, sports games, concerts, all that kind of stuff. A lot of the military guys get into jobs like that after they get out. Joe makes enough money now that I don't have to work, but I do it anyway. I've made a lot of friends at my job, many of them are like family to me.

It was Saturday and neither of us work on the weekends. Well, sometimes Joe does go into work on the weekends if they have to plan a special security detail for a big event. Usually stuff like that is dealt with way in advance though. I woke up at five o'clock and made sure that I didn't wake Joe. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. We eat breakfast at six o'clock on the dot every morning. Military men are like that, organization is the key to success Jim always says. I don't mind, I like getting up early and reading the newspaper. I then check my email and write back to anyone who wrote me during the night. My sister likes to send me these funny jokes before she goes to bed at night. I look forward to having a good laugh in the morning each day.

I whipped him up a breakfast that I knew he would love. I made sunny side up eggs, pancakes, and link sausages. Joe loves link sausages, he won't eat the patties. I don't know what the difference is, but I know there is a skin around the link sausages. I told Joe that skin is guts from a pig and he didn't care. Joe said it made the sausage taste better. I don't know about that, but I try not to think about guts while I eat them. I am more of a bacon person myself, but I never buy bacon. I'm the only one who will eat the stuff. By the time I could eat a whole pack of bacon, it would have spoiled and went bad. Joe also likes to have his eggs fried in butter. Butter was made for eggs, that's another one of his little sayings. I always make sure to get the fresh sweet cream unsalted butter when I'm at the store. The stuff with a purple cow on the package that always makes me laugh.

“It's time to get up honey,” I said as I walked into the bedroom with Joe's breakfast on a tray.

“Five more minutes Nancy. Just five more minutes.” Joe said as he rolled around in the bed.

“Wake up. I've made you breakfast in bed,” I said standing next to the bed.

“Breakfast in bed?” Joe asked dazed.

“Wake up honey. It's your favorite breakfast,” I said.

“Oh, why thank you.” Joe said as he began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

Joe asked if I could hold onto the tray while he went to the bathroom, I said that I could. Joe came back and he laid down and I gave him the tray. Joe looked down at it and then smiled at me. I knew that he was happy to have his favorite breakfast.

“I'm going to go down and bring up my breakfast.” I said as I left the room.

I went down to the kitchen and made myself a plate of breakfast food. I also poured myself a glass of milk to wash it all down. Some people like orange juice or coffee when they wake up, I like milk. I've actually only been drinking milk at breakfast for the past few months. My doctor says that I should start thinking about getting extra calcium. I'm not too old, but he said that I'm at that age where I should be concerned. He's probably right, I don't want to end up with brittle bones like the older women in my family.

I carried up my breakfast on the tray slowly up the steps, making sure that I didn't spill any of my milk. One time when Joe and I were younger I made him breakfast in bed and I spilled the food all over myself. That was something I'll never forget. That happened at this old place we used to live in. It had a steep black oak stair case that just begged you to fall down it. Who ever built that damn thing, must have done it in spite. I can't believe that people walked up stairs differently back in the old days.

I went back to the bedroom and carefully laid down in the bed. I looked over at Joe and he was as happy as could be. He leaned over to kiss me and I felt the grease from the sausage on his lips. I love the look that Joe had, his glow could have lit a pitch black cave.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Joe asked with a smirk.

“I just wanted let you know how much you mean to me,” I said giving him a motherly smile.

“I'd kiss you, but my mouth is all dirty.” Joe said as he chomped on one of his sausage links.

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A friend of mine has been dating this card dealer that works at a casino in Las Vegas. This guy is a real card shark. Paul says that he used to play cards for a living. I believe it, because he knows his way around a deck of cards. I like to watch him shuffle the cards. He can shuffle them so fast, it is hard to focus on his hands.

I've got something to admit to you guys. I'm bisexual. Sarah, my friend asked if I would like to have sex with her and Paul. I told her that I would love to. She then told me that there was going to be two other women having sex with us. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. Two other women? That would mean there would be four women total and one guy. Paul was a very lucky man. I told her that I would go along with it. I've never had sex with Paul, but I thought it would be kind of neat. Paul is kind of sly, the type of man you would expect to work in Las Vegas.

I've never really done anything like this. I've had a three way before, but never had sex with this many people at one time. The idea of having sex with this many people at once was a real turn on for me. I know that some of Sarah's friends are pretty hot. She knows a lot of girls that go to the local college. I've seen many of her friends and they are something else. I've fingered myself thinking about one of her friends. She is a hot black chick with curves that you wouldn't believe. She has a rack on her that bounces every time she walks. I've always wanted to feel her up, but I don't know if she's into chicks or not. It can be quite difficult telling if a woman is into other women. The lesbos are easy, it's the bisexual chicks that are hard to tell apart. I've been with a few women that you wouldn't even have thought was into other women.

I went to the store to get myself a new sexy dress. I wanted something that looked hot and sexy. I'm that way when it comes to sexual stuff like this. I know that it might sound stupid to some people, but I love sex. I love making it special. Even though sex with this many people is far from being special. It is more like being full of lust. I've always wanted to have sex with a whole bunch of girls. Just to see what it is like. I love the taste of pussy and I also love tasting other women's pussies to see what they taste like. Every woman has a different taste to her. Some may only taste slightly different than others, but that's what makes pussy eating fun. I love eating a pussy that has a real musky scent. I get so horny smelling a woman with a musky scent, that I have to play with myself as I eat her pussy.

I found this little sexy dress that shows off my tits. Some guys say that the best part of me is my tits. I don't know about that, but I do think I have a nice chest. My tits are natural and they have great shape. I love playing with my tits as I finger my pussy. I don't do that all too much, but I do when I'm so horny that I can't take it. I knew right away that I wasn't going to be wearing any bra or panties under this dress. I didn't want to have to go through a lot of work getting naked. I'm the type of person who likes to get in the action when the mood strikes. Sometimes I don't wear panties anyway. I usually wear a bra though. I don't want to be forty years old and have tits that sag to my knees. I've known a few women like that. It's not a pretty sight.

The night before all of this was to go down, I could hardly sleep. It was all that I could do to lay still in my bed. That's how excited I was. I thought about calling up one of my friends to see if she had any sleeping pills. She is a pill popper and always has some kind of pills on hand. I was afraid that if I called her on the phone, I would end up waking her up. The last thing I needed was to have her bitching at me because I got her out of bed. I usually don't pop pills, but I do take sleeping pills if I'm having a hard time falling asleep. I know that I probably shouldn't, but sometimes I can't sleep. Especially when I know I'm about to have a kick ass time like I was the next day. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a sexual experience that I was never going to forget.

The day had finally came. I think I got a total of three hours sleep. I got up out of bed and played around on the computer for awhile. I wasn't about to just lay there all night and not do anything. I heard a doctor on television say that is the worst thing you can do when you can't sleep. He said that you should get up and do something. Well, the only thing I felt like doing was playing with myself. I was thinking too much about the wild and crazy sex that we were going to be having. The problem was, my vibrator's batteries were dead. It couldn't have happened on a night that I was more horny. I wasn't in the mood to use my finger. I needed something long and thick like a cock.

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