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Hi from Rajah.
         We had been to Nude Night at the hot pools. As is usual, after a sexy evening of exhibitionism, my wife Shandra was hot and horny. She was ready for it, couldn't wait to get into me and I ended up taking her as she lay back over the kitchen table. Once we got that out of the way, I could get her into bed so I could fuck her properly.
        Lying in bed I asked her, "Did you enjoy tonight, honey?"
        I knew she did but I had to start somewhere. 
        "Yes," Shandra admitted, "You know I always like Nude Night."
        "Like showing off, do you?"
        "Yes, I love showing off. You know that."
        You can see where this was going. Me asking about her sexy night and Shandra responding. Telling me how horny she was, how much she enjoyed showing herself off to all those complete strangers. As the conversation progressed she was getting hotter and hotter, sexier and sexier until she was on top of me, taking me inside her.
       As I continued talking about her evening of exhibitionism, she continued fucking me. It was good sex, hot sex leading to orgasms for both of us.

       We were laying beside each other afterwards. 
       "Hey!" she suddenly said. "This would make a good story."
       "What?" I asked.
       "Ian and Kala. After the birthday party."
       I was confused because I wasn't up with the latest stories. But Shandra was excited. She was on to something, on to an idea. Suddenly, she was out of bed, rushing out of the room without even bothering with her clothes.
       Still wondering what the hell was going on, I got out of bed, grabbing some clothes before following her. I found her in our computer room, already typing away furiously. 
       "What's going on," I asked.
       "I have a great idea for a story. Read Anne's story and then you'll understand."
       While I sat reading Story 226, my wife sat typing away at the other laptop. When I finished I was sitting watching her working. The concentration, the intent look as she rushed to get her thoughts onto the screen. Those hard black nipples on her breasts, jiggling as she typed.
       She looked over at me. "Do you see now?"
       "Yes, you sitting there naked, Shandra, I can see a lot," I laughed.
       "No! Pay attention Rajah. Do you see in the story?"
       "It's a good story but what are you doing?"
       "See, Rajah. It is Ian and Kala at that party. What if they come home to a sexy session like we had. Reliving their sexy evening. Then deciding to go the whole way with David & Katrina."
       Now, I could see where she was going. I sat with her, watching her. Yes, those nipples were a distraction but I managed to pull my eyes away long enough to read Story 226 again. An hour went by. 9:00 pm had become 10:00 and then 11:00. Suddenly, she stopped. Suddenly, she was finished. It was all there on the screen.

       Next morning she got me to read it. It was rough, lots of errors and bad grammar. Things like a 'he' instead of a 'she" etc. I worked with her to remove most of these, rewriting many places as we went. It was now shaping up into a good story.     
        Shandra was on the phone to Anne. Allan and Anne both liked the idea and the decision was made to fly with it. So here we are on Saturday evening, about to publish a story that was only an idea Thursday evening.

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