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Kim walked over to the information desk with a slight limp. "Excuse me, is anyone available now to give me a quick massage. It feels like I pulled a muscle."  "Let me check," replied Oscar, the owner of Push Gym. "Are you okay? It looks like you might have overdone it." "Maybe I did, I am trying to get back in shape, it has been a while since I have been to the gym," Kim said. Oscar looked Kim up and down. "Your shape looks pretty good to me."  "Ha, thanks." Kim glanced in the mirror, " I do look pretty good, for someone who had a kid a year ago," she thought.  Kim noticed her thick brown hair, her bigger and heavier tits, fairly flat tummy and an ass that was getting more compliments than ever. She turned thirty-three last month and was married for ten years, but still drew plenty of looks from interested men.  " Matt is available, are you okay with a male masseuse?"  " Umm, sure, that's fine,...

Knowing Iris the way I do I had a pretty good idea when she called me driving home from the gym what she had in mind when she said she was bringing home a bit of a treat for herself.  She pulled her car into our drive way and he pulled in directly behind her.  As he got out of the car I recognized him and had remembered that in the past she had commented that she thought he was good looking.  But first a little about my wife: Early fifties, blonde with perfectly shaped boobs, an exquisite ass and long legs.  She has always been very into sex over the years of our marriage and she has definitely taken good care of me.  As we got older we talked about her being a shared wife and once she tried it there was no looking back.  Now she apparently had a guy from the gym that caught her eye and she was bringing him home for what was sure to be a fun time.  As he followed her to our front door I remembered seeing him in the locker room and remembered being imp...

Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice.  It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter runner. So having said that, you can visualise her physique, she's hot, so fucking hot. I still don't know to this day why she got married to my brother Graham. Graham is thirty years old, not a brilliant body, not by any means. But he is well off, he's loaded, money coming out of his ears. His internet business took off four years ago and he's worth over three million. I can only think that's why Tracey is with him. Me, well I'm twenty-five, my name is Stan and I'm single, I have a steady job as a mechanical engineer. Pays fairly well, but as with all jobs in that sort of category, can...