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Couple Seeking Couple by Brigit Astar Amber Sullivan sat at the kitchen table, sipped tea, and thought about her husband and her marriage. The day before had been her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had not mentioned it, had not acknowledged it.
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Amber sighed and a frown crossed her face. It's not as if he forgot it, she thought; it's as if he ignored it, as if it didn't mean anything to him. Three years She sighed again. Of course, Lucas had a lot on his mind, and he was a minister, and he naturally She wagged her head as she thought housewwives her husband, and about the past few months.
Lucas had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons.
And sex--forget about it. Personzls gave out a sardonic little chuckle. From the first day of their marriage, Lucas had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed as if he looked upon sex as debasing, distasteful, a painful duty to perform. And gradually he had shown, he had made it clear, that he wasn't interested in sex.
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When was the last time we did it? Two weeks ago?
Again, she gave out a wry chuckle. And even then, it was She wagged her head as she thought about it. Lucas had mounted her, had given her a dozen strokes, shot his load, and then had rolled off her.
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And that had been it Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Cliff Mason was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.
Amber watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was black and houeewives and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. Her gaze was drawn to his thick pink lips, and she felt a fizzy tingling run up and down her body; her heart beat faster and her throat and lips were suddenly dry. She opened the screen door and said, "About time for a break, isn't it?
Would you like some iced tea? He entered the sulllivan, wiping his brow.
Still looking to eat tonight.
I will have put in a total of about eight hours labor, and with the cost of materials, it should come to about two hundred dollars. Sullivan the final bill today, and the church itself will pay me.
Sullivan, he He's gone, left this morning. He's usually gone all day.
Most days he's gone--all day I can leave it with you. Cliff nodded. Hits the spot.
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Amber was in her early twenties, fair-skinned, long brownish-blonde hair, blue eyes, and quite pretty and shapely. He felt his prick stiffening.
She was a looker, all right Sulllvan a waste He took a swig of iced tea and observed her more closely. She had a melancholy look on her face, and every once and a while he heard a distinct sigh come from her lips.
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His cock grew stiff, rising and poking at his pants He drained his glass and stood. Thanks for the tea.
It did the trick. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen.
Amber gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue across her inner lips.
She suddenly realized she was so horny she couldn't stand it. Even her heart was thumping. That is just the way it is. I have made peace with my fate. I would like to meet a woman; she would be a nice person. We would be friends.
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We would talk or communicate daily. We would care about each other. We would provide emotional support to each other. Would we be lovers?