<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756</id><updated>2011-08-18T11:56:36.856-04:00</updated><category term='drunken karaoke debauchery night'/><category term='sex'/><category term='My Secret Fantasy'/><category term='swingers'/><category term='Our Secret Fantasy'/><category term='love rock and Roll'/><title type='text'>Sex, Love, Rock and Roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-1895401123232279471</id><published>2010-11-20T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:03:42.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Holiday Inn</title><content type='html'>ok,  now what. i am talking with the manager at the  holiday inn. i have been groped, groped some myself, kissed and been kissed. orgy... maybe, if i am lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-1895401123232279471?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/1895401123232279471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/1895401123232279471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-holiday-inn.html' title='At the Holiday Inn'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-2552641038461373073</id><published>2010-07-01T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:53:27.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia</title><content type='html'>Ahh, Family Guy, Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy, The Big Bang Theory.&lt;br /&gt;I found someone that is very much like myself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps too much like myself.&lt;br /&gt;On a neurochemical level, it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;And regardless of where or how, it feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't a desire for a new or different love, it is a desire for more love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-2552641038461373073?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/2552641038461373073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/2552641038461373073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2010/07/luke-skywalker-and-princess-leia.html' title='Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-7068314695656193758</id><published>2010-06-30T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:22:47.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You, yes, YOU.</title><content type='html'>You caught my eye, and didn't run away. You are friends with everyone, and get along great with my wife. I want to see you again. Hope you found your earring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-7068314695656193758?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/7068314695656193758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/7068314695656193758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-yes-you.html' title='You, yes, YOU.'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-8536009499783649733</id><published>2010-06-30T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:20:18.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love rock and Roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunken karaoke debauchery night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Secret Fantasy'/><title type='text'>I'm Back......</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened, but two years of drunken karaoke debauchery night just up and dissappeared one day. My writings, my made-up crap, my true stories about sex with my best friends, (and some of yours) all got lost somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it has all been recovered, as the internet, and everthing in it, is forever.&lt;br /&gt;I will repost the old, so google will once again move me to the front of the pack, and ex-lovers can once again stalk me. And, I suppose, there will be still guys that hate me because I have a wife, and a girlfriend or two. Maybe they are not my girlfriends, they are my wife's. Maybe she is Bi. Maybe she is not. Maybe there is room for three in a bed a couple of times a year. Maybe I am banging your ex. Sorry, but if she is an ex - you shouldn't care. No, we are not swingers, but I get along with many people that are. People that understand love, caring and commitment, as well as sharing, a whole lot more than 'normal' people live everyday lying, cheating, stealing. That scream 'Monogamy' ... Only until the next best monogamous relationship comes along.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just a a fantasy. My Secret Fantasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-8536009499783649733?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/8536009499783649733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/8536009499783649733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back......'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-8063985243836572909</id><published>2009-08-21T09:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:03:13.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Google?</title><content type='html'>List of actual articles or spam from past articles?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just an example of hit word sculpturing, using a popular list that is widely circulated by email, that will draw a million spiders away from relevance, and back again.&lt;br /&gt;Does it work? Does the world revlove around circular references?&lt;br /&gt;Does Google own all of the search engines?&lt;br /&gt;We shall review the results of this shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures. Enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2001, 2012, abortion, abby, ads, advertising, addresses, afghanistan, afro, aides, aids, alaska,, arnold, schwarzenegger, autos, automobile, banks, banking, bernie, madoff, bipartisan, blagojevich, blogging, books, budget, bundler, cabinet, california, california, elections, campaign, attacks, campaign, gaffes, campaigning, cancer, candidate, character, candidate, foibles, candidate, spouses, caucus, celebrities, cellphones, census, chicago, politics, china, civil, rights, cold, weather, condoleezza, rice, congress, conservative, groups, corruption, current, affairs, debates, delegates, democratic national convention, democratic, politics, diplomacy, diversity, dnc, dogs, domestic policy, dreams, drugs, illegal, economy, education, electoral, college, electoral, map, emails, endorsements, energy, environment, ethnic, politics, facebook, faith, faithfully, and, politics, family, fashion, film, first 100 days, first lady, first, lady, michelle obama, florida, food, and, drink, foreign, policy, forums, fundraising, gaffes, gambling, games, gay, greatful, grateful dead, marriage, gender, politics, georgia, getting, around, gimmicks, governors, greenhouse gas, guest, blogger, guns, health, health, care, policy, hillary clinton, hispanics, hollywood, house of representatives, house, speaker, nancy pelosi, housing, crisis, humor, hurricane, katrina, illinois, politics, illness, immigration, immigration, dead, dead horse, dead whore, debate, impeachment, inauguration, income, taxes, independent, candidates, independents, indiana, iowa, iran, iraq, war, jobs, john, mccain, judge, sotomayor, kentucky, kids, and, families, l.a., watches, labor, issues, legislation, liberal, groups, live, blog, lobbying, medical, marijuana, media, mexico, miami, miami vice, michigan, military, money, mormonism, music, myspace, nasa, nevada, nevada, caucus, new, hampshire, news, conference, newspapers, north, carolina, obama's speech, ohio, oregon, parties, balls, party, convention, pennsylvania, pentagon, personal, habits, pets, photo, gallery, political, history, polls, poverty, president bush, president clinton, president obama, presidential campaign, primary, calendar, public opinion, race, ethnicity, ralph nader, religion, republican national convention, republican, politics, rnc, ron paul, ronald reagan, roundup, sarah palin, satire, scandal, science, secretary of state, securities &amp;amp; exchange commission, security, senate, senate, races, sept. 11, silliness, south carolina, south dakota, speeches, sports, state department, stem cell research, straw, poll, stump, mistakes, sunday, talk, shows, superdelegates, supreme court, surrogate speakers, taxes, technology, television, terrorism, texas, world, third parties, torture, town hall, trade issues, trade policy, transcript, transition, transition, team, travel, twitter, unions, veterans, vice president, biden, cheney, video, virginia, waffling, about, running for president, wall street, web/tech, weblogs, weekly, remarks, west virginia, white house, wisconsin, wyoming, youth, vote, youtube, walls, wall street, wallflower, wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-8063985243836572909?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/8063985243836572909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/8063985243836572909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-google.html' title='My Google?'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-109398404836602915</id><published>2004-08-31T04:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:59:41.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for mysecretfantasy.blogspot.com ? I moved all my posts to sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Secret Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-109398404836602915?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/109398404836602915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/109398404836602915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2004/08/looking-for-sex-love-and-rock-and-roll.html' title='Looking for mysecretfantasy.blogspot.com ? I moved all my posts to sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8149756.post-111271540792132206</id><published>2004-01-05T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:39:00.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Erotic story</title><content type='html'>This post sounds like something one of my friends told me.&lt;br /&gt;It was just too real for my regular site.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even write it, but it is real, and has been read over15,272 other horney people so far.&lt;br /&gt;Someone reading it might think it really was me instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife's secret found&lt;br /&gt;My wife Shelly and I have been married for 13 years now. We are both in decent shape and I have often been asked by my friends if she is good in bed. I think they all would like to find out. Even before we got married I had broached the subject of a threesome or watching her have sex with another man. We dated for 4 years before we got married and during the first 2 years we were both extremely jealous anytime we saw the other talking with someone from the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my mind changed after talking with a friend of mine who had a threesome with his fiance and another mutual friend. He talked about how erotic it was to watch his fiance in the arms of another man. After this conversation my mind was totally changed. It took me almost two years to tell my soon to be wife my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks before we got married we were lying in bed and I got up the nerve to tell her. To make a long story short she got mad, then through some smooth talking she accepted my feelings but told me she would never do it. Oh well I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip forward 12 years to last year: We were lying in bed and my wife was complaining about how we never have time to have sex anymore. Between our careers and kids (yes even after 13 years and 2 kids she still looks great) we only find time to have sex about every other month. She also said we never do anything to spice up our sex lives. She suggested vacations or short trips but when we have done this in the past we were so stressed out with the planning and arranging of baby sitters and such that it often took 3 or 4 days to unwind and by then our vacation was nearly over. I then suggested experimenting outside our marriage. She told me she wasn't sure if she could stand to know I was with another woman. I told her fine I don't care about being with other women I just wanted to watch her with another man. Again to make a long story short after several hours of discussion she agreed to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks went by and Shelly had to travel to Orlando for a company conference they have once a year. We had originally planned to go with the kids and see Disneyworld after her meetings but I convinced her to go by herself and try to have fun - wink wink. With some persuasion she agreed. I figured nothing would happen but truthfully I wasn't in the mood to travel becasue I had been travelling for work a lot. The conference lasts 3 days and 4 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night she got there she called me to tell me all her co-workers were meeting for drinks and dinner to catch up. I told her to have fun and call me later before bed if she wanted to. Well she called me about 3 hours later and told me that Todd (co-worker) and her had kind of hit it off during dinner and he asked her to come to his room for a drink if she wanted to. I told her to have fun and go for it. She said ok in a "are you sure you want me to" tone. YES YES YES I said. When we hung up I was so wound up I couldn't believe it. There were about 300 emotions going through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear from Shelly until the next day at 5 pm. It took some time to pry the information out of her because she was nervous to tell me but finally I got what I was wanting to hear. Her and Todd went back to his room and eventually got into some heavy petting. She offered him a blow job and he accepted. She told me she wasn't sure still if she wanted to have sex with another man so she opted to give him a bj instead. I asked her if she was naked and she said everything except her underware. Afterwards she said they fell asleep watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around 3 she said he woke her up when he was petting and rubbing against her. This time they did have sex. In fact they were over an hour late to their meeting that morning because they had sex several more times and again in the shower. Well the whole time she was telling me this I was rubbing my dick through my shorts and on that last detail I exploded all over myself. She said she felt embaressed because she thinks her other co-workers knew what was going on. Unfortunatley they never hooked up again on that trip. When she got home though we had sex everyday sometimes 2 and 3 times. We never knew we had so much spare time for each other before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Shelly if she ever thought she could have sex with Todd with me in the room. She still said that she was not ready for that and she wasn't sure if he would agree either. She did not tell him of our agreement. Over the course of the last year Shelly and Todd have had two more opportunities to hook up and I have gotten all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Shelly's company was having their annual conference in Chicago and it was this past week. We live in a suburb of Chicago. Each year her company rotates their annual conference to a different branch location and this year it was her branches turn. As a part of the deal she has to arrange entertainment for everyone and make dinner reservations. She was busy with this for about 2 weeks. I told Shelly that I could take the kids and go visit my parents for a few days so that she and Todd could stay at our house. Suprisingly she was not all that keen on the idea. First of all she wanted me to come to dinner with them and secondly she wasn't sure about being with Todd on her home turf. Again I convinced her and that if they were carefull no one would be the wiser. Also I told her that very few people bring their spouse and if she needed an excuse just tell everyone I had to go out of town for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When last week came the kids and I drove to my parents house which is about a 2-1/2 hour drive. On the way there I devised a plan to try and catch a glimpse of my wife and Todd together. I was thinking of planting a hidden camera a few weeks ago but in order to get it to record at the right time and everything it was going to be an expense too big to hide from Shelly. When I got to my parents I told my mom that I left some important papers I needed for work at home and I didn't realize it until I was almost here. I asked her if she could watch the kids that night while I drove back and got them. I would just return in the morning becasue it would be too late to turn around and come back. She agreed and I set of for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home around 9:30pm and decided to park my car at a local parking garage and take a cab to my house. When I was a block away I had the driver let me out and I walked the rest of the way. I went around back and looked in the garage and my wifes car was not there. So I just went inside and hid in our walk-in closet off the bedroom. This closet is bigger than my childhood bedroom. About 1:30 am I was on the verge of giving up and getting in bed when I heard the door off the kitchen to the garage open. I could make out my wifes voice and another man. Finally I was starting to get really uncomfortable but now my new excitment made my body forget its discomforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before they came upstairs and walked in the bedroom. I could tell Todd felt a little strange about staying there but Shelly kept telling him not to worry that I would not be home until the weekend. They had the whole place to themselves and they wouldn't have to worry about coworkers seeing her sneak in and out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally shut the light off I decided to move to the closet door and peak out. I could make out their shapes on the bed and he was on top of her kissing her. I could tell when he entered her because she let out a sexy moan. Man I almost came right there. He started pumping into her slow at first and then faster and faster. He then got up on his knees and put her ankles up by her ears and really started giving it to her. Unlike most of the stories here my wife is not real vocal during sex but she does make moaning sounds. Now that I was not a participant I could really hear them good. Funny I suddenly remebered at this point that I never saw him put a rubber on. He lasted about 15 minutes in which time I could distinctly hear her come twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards they both got up and went downstairs without any clothes. I decided to get up and sneek to our oldest son's room down the hall. I figured they were done and I didn't want to sleep on the closet floor. About 20 minutes later laying in my son's bed I heard some noises coming from the landing down the hall. I decided to investigate. I snuck down the hall on my hands and knees until I could see them on the last few stairs at the top going at it again. This time I could see them pretty good because the range light above the stove was on at it gave enough light to illuminate them. My wife is so use to leaving this light on for the kids so they can get a drink of water at night she must of turned it on by habit. During this round of lusty sex she turned around and got on her knees on the second or third to last step and he stood behind her. I could see the pleasure in her face and her finger nails digging into the carpet and her beautiful breasts swinging back and forth. Towards the end he was really pounding away. This was the kind of sex we had when we were dating but haven't seen for nearly 14 years. When they were done they fell into a sweaty heap on the steps. Eventually they got up and went to bed. After I was sure they were asleep I snuck down stairs to the basement spare bedroom and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6:30 in the morning the phone rang. I walked over to the phone to look at the caller ID and saw my parents number. I was dreading this and thats why I looked. My wife answered on the fourth ring in the kitchen. She probably didn't want to wake Todd or let him hear her talking to presumably me. I could tell she was shocked when she heard my mothers voice and I could vaguely hear her telling my mother she had not seen me. I could tell she was worried. About 2 minutes later I could hear my cell phone ring. I left it upstairs on my son's dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear my wife walking all over the house looking for me. I decided to sit on the bed and wait for her to find me. When she walked in the room she was wearing nothing by Todd's shirt. She looked a little miffed. She wanted to know what the hell I was doing here. I decided to be honest and tell her everything. She couldn't believe I watched. Then she surprised me and asked me if it made me horny. "Hell yes" I said. We had sex right there on the spare bed. I could feel Todd's juices still in my wife and she felt nicely stretched. I only lasted about 30 seconds which we both got a laugh from. Afterwards she decided she better get back upstairs so Todd didn't come looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got back upstairs to the kitchen Todd must of come looking for her because I heard him ask what she was doing. During this time I called my mom from the cordless in the basement and tried to be quite. I put her mind at ease by telling her I fell asleep on the couch and Shelly didn't know I was home when she got in. Apparently my son wanted me to bring one of his video games back with me and they wanted to catch me before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck to the bottom of the basement stairs and I could swear I heard my wife and Todd going at it in the kitchen. I snuck out the patio door from the basement and walked 2 miles to the closest gas station then took a cab to my car. That was Thursday morning. Todd left on Saturday and it wasn't until Saturday night that Shelly and I were alone again. We had sex like we did when we were dating. Before we had sex I noticed as Shelly got undressed that she had carpet burns on her knees from the stairs sex. She told me that she and Todd had sex so many times she forgot. I can't believe it last year we were complaining about our lack of romance in the bedroom and now we are having sex more than we ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in bed Shelly agreed to the hidden camera thing. I then told her about this wesite and she agreed to let me show some clips as long as she can't be identified. I will show them when I get them. She told me she didn't want to tell Todd about our arrangement because she was afraid he might freak out and she wasn't through having fun with him. She did say she might agree to a threesome with someone else if we found the right person. She also told me ironically that a friend of hers was talking with her a few weeks ago about how she and her husband went to swing club. Although we don't want to swing with them because we don't want to damage our friendship she did sound like she was curious about trying the swing club. I will post any stories to come if and when they happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8149756-111271540792132206?l=sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/111271540792132206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8149756/posts/default/111271540792132206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sex-love-rockandroll.blogspot.com/2004/01/erotic-story.html' title='Erotic story'/><author><name>Oarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img67.exs.cx/img67/8417/spOarah.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
