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My bride of two-years and I enjoyed our Irish coffee at a quaint sidewalk café, celebrating our second anniversary and planning our evening out in this great city. Denver has the best night-life in the country with lots of big-name bands and dance venues, all the extras included, like dry ice fog, black lights and laser beams. As we sipped our drinks, my curiosity was piqued by several people grabbing a free, multi-page busty newsletter from the rack behind us. I reached over and grabbed one, “The Oyster”, it was titled, a local underground rag we’d not seen before. It advertised all sorts of illicit things, but specialized in sexual perversions. Lynda and I giggled as we quietly took turns reading the lurid, titillating ads to each other. There were offers of cocks for the wife or blowjob daughter, gang bangs, swinger invitations, whole family sex romps, gay and bisexual games; almost anything imaginable. The ads were exciting Lynda. “I had no idea people really did this stuff,” she whispered as she candidly played with my cock. Then I came across one that seemed to be addressed specifically to us. It wasn’t the typical sex offer. I read it to my wife, “Seeking young couples unable to conceive because of male impotency. We offer a three-month, all-expense paid vacation from June 1st through August 31st in the Bahama’s to these couples with the goal of impregnation. We have a 100% success rate. Pregnancy is virtually guaranteed. Must be open minded and subservient. Racist need not apply. Call 720-555-1576 for details.” My four-year enlistment in the Air Force was coming to a close at the end of next month and we’d be leaving Lowry, the doomed Air Base here, scheduled for closing within months. A free, three-month vacation in paradise before I started a new job search sounded great. The added perk of fertility assistance made it particularly interesting; but we had serious doubts about it. At best, this was some kind of experimental fertility clinic, but on the other hand, and much more likely, this was a solicitation for fucking my wife. And why the qualifications? We were certainly not racist, but subservient? It sounded very weird, but Lynda was excited about replying. She was obviously turned on by the explicit sex adds, and while the one she wanted to respond to appealed to her maternal nature, she was skeptical because it appeared in this publication. “What can it hurt to at least call?” she asked, “If there’s a chance this add is legit and could help us get pregnant, why not check?” she asked while discretely squeezing and playing with my erection under the table. We finished our coffee and headed home for a romp in the sheets. She sucked my cock most of the way home and was thrilled when I told her about the young couple in a pickup next to us at the stoplight, intent on teen watching her. It made her bob japanese cumshot her head wildly and stroke my spit covered shaft till I was pumping a big load down her throat. It took a horn honk to nudge both our car and the pickup through the intersection when the light changed. “You naughty exhibitionist!” I teased. As soon as we got home, Lynda was on the phone. As she spoke, I stripped off my clothing and lie on the bed, all boned up in anticipation of a quick fuck. “Hello, I’m Lynda. I was thinking damn it, girl! “No more poison!” I whimpered. She vowed only to engage in sexual relations with beasts and never to engage japanese in intercourse with any blowjob human for far as long busty as she lived. She could always tell when I was lying, and she would kill me once she found teen out what I wanted to do to our mother. If only she could crawl into herself and die. Her clit. She was guiding Mike to the side of the tub and grabbed my arm. Allowing herself to be pulled to the bed Stacey cradled her daughters head as Becky started to suckle on each large nipple in turn, gently chewing sending waves of pleasure through Stacey’s body. The tender feeling of her delicate fingers tickled me over the edge. My toes curled in my shoes. She sat still yet again, time to continue. Then it hit me... “God he was right. But I won’t be in there for long. I made them sit in the front room then ran the last video of them all fucking cumshot from my laptop through the TV. Did.