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that pussy like a man just released from prison after doing time for ten years. As I watched the two of them have some one-on-one action, I gave my right hand a workout by stroking my dick. I was always curious what Sam would look like getting her sex on. It turned me on big time to witness it. As he dug deep into her tunnel, Sarge said over and over, breathing and sounding like he’d just finished a set of weights at the gym, “Happy birthday! You know you special.”
    He rolled over on his back and pulled Sam on top of him while still keeping his dick inside her pussy. Riding dick is what gets her off, too. Sarge held Sam by the ass and was helping her ride him. After a few good bucks, I knew Sam was cumming because I saw her trademark orgasmic tremble. Witnessing her enjoyment from a distance was like a thing of beauty and seeing that shit sent me over the edge, too. For a brief moment as I was cumming, Sam and I made eye contact.
    During her recovery from that big “O,” Sam stroked Sarge’s dick with both hands till he unloaded what looked to be a year’s worth of cum. He lay motionless for a short period of time. Sam climbed down out of the bed and came over to me. She sat in my lap and laid her head on my shoulder while I held her close and stroked her shoulder.
    “You have fun? Did you like your gift?” I said as I was caressing her cheek and stroking her shoulder.
    “Whew. You are so bad. I’m going to sleep good tonight” was all she said. I tilted her face up toward mine, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her long and passionately.
    Sarge got dressed. I got dressed and drove him home. Afterward, I drove back over to Sam’s place. I stripped down naked and climbed in bed with her. I noticed Sam had showered, changed into the new lingerie, was wearing the new fragrance, and was snuggled in a fetal position. As we spooned, I slid her panty aside and put my newfound hardness in her still wet and warm pussy.
    “Mmm,” I heard her say as I pulled her close to me and kissed the back of her neck.
    “Good night, baby.”
    “Good night.”

Man at Work
    Harold Armstrong
    As darkness covers a quiet city, an overhead light brightens the kitchen of a small apartment. Derek Parker is sitting at a round, wooden table, wearing a white, V-neck T-shirt. Derek is twenty-four, six foot one, 170 pounds. He has an athletic build, a dark complexion, and a short, neatly trimmed haircut. He is a full-time student, working toward a degree in business. The table is cluttered with books and papers since Derek is cramming for a midterm exam. He is busy, taking notes, when his wife calls his name.
    “Derek!”
    Derek is married to his high school sweetheart, Tracy. She is twenty-four, five foot seven, with a petite frame and short, dark hair. Tracy has dimples and a deep brown complexion. She walks into the kitchen and stands over his right shoulder. She is wearing a pink chiffon baby-doll nightgown.
    “Derek?”
    He is still focused on his books when she taps him on the shoulder. He turns his head momentarily.
    “Hey, baby.”
    “Derek, I’ve been calling you.”
    “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
    Derek continues to scribble notations on his yellow legal pad.
    “Derek, it’s after midnight. When are you coming to bed?”
    “In a minute, sweetheart.”
    “You’ve been saying that for the last three hours.”
    Derek flips a few pages in a textbook and continues taking notes. Tracy has a playful smile as she begins to massage his neck and shoulders.
    “Can’t you at least take a break, even for a few minutes?”
    “In a minute, sweetheart.”
    Tracy’s smile disappears. She stands behind him with her hands on her hips, staring daggers at the back of his head. She storms out of the kitchen and seconds later, a door slam echoes through the apartment. A short time afterward, a low buzzing sound emanates from behind the bedroom door.
    Meanwhile, a couple in another part of the city are having a romantic, candlelit