The light was soft and warm as April looked up from her spot reclining naked on the sheepskin rug in the living room. Her husband had set up the digital camera and a few lights in the corner and was busy checking exposure, making sure all the flash heads were firing, clicking off pictures, and plugging in cables. The candles from her bathroom, now burning on...
It was around 9:30 on a sunny Thursday morning. Shortly after I got to work that day I had been asked to attend a meeting with my boss and a potential client. Though that wasn't normally something that I would be involved with I was excited thinking this could mean a higher position in the company. Walking into the conference room I was greeted by my boss,...
Of all the times for Mo to call I was thinking, being at the time deeply involved with Gregg. But it was Sunday afternoon and she probably thought, being a nice day, I was out in the garden or something. I loved gardening but loved what hubby and I were doing much more. How was she to know Gregg (my husband) fancied a quickie- but it was turning out to be mu...
"Gregg can be such a dickhead," I thought to myself. "He's a friend, and I like hanging around with him, but sometimes he's an asshole." I sighed, put down my glass of wine, and got off the couch. "Where you going?" Gregg asked. "The back deck. Between the cigars and your BS," I waved the Cuban that Gregg had given me and grinned as affably as I could at h...
Could You Forgive A Cheater-- I couldn't How do you forgive someone for cheating? From every perspective it is looked at, cheating is cheating and no married person, regardless of how they try to justify it, has the right to cheat on their spouse. Marriage is I love you enough to spend the rest of my life with you and give myself only onto you. It still h...
The weekend was finally over and Gregg had managed to drag himself to the office somehow. He was there, at his desk, staring at the pile of business reports he had to process but his mind was not on them... Between his legs, his cunt felt sore, almost painfully so. Jose had spent most of that first day in bed with him and then had come for more on Sunday. Th...
Of all the times for Mo to call I was thinking, being at the time deeply involved withy Gregg. But it was Sunday afternoon and she probably thought, being a nice day, I was out in the garden or something. I loved gardening but loved what hubby and I were doing much more. How was she to know Gregg (my husband) fancied a quickie- but it was turning out to be m...
Did you know that the average high school romance lasts about three weeks? Well, Kathy Thomas and Gregg Hollander beat that record by about forty years. They met when she was but a freshman and he a sophomore. From that point they were inseparable. Yes, theirs was that true mythic love that seems to stand the test of time and remain pure. Now before you go...
We had invited our friends Gary and Denise, and their friends, Gregg and Nichole, up to our cabin one weekend. I was standing near the sink washing the plates while my husband Scott, Gary, Denise, and Nichole were chatting in the next room, after the great meal I served them. Suddenly I heard a voice asking, "May I help you?" and when I turned I saw Gregg....
On Sundays he always wore panties. If he planned on spending the afternoon alone, he'd get out and wear the rest of the clothes – pantyhose, pumps, a skirt, blouse, bra and a slip – but either way – women or men's clothes – he always wore a pair of women's panties on Sunday. It was a little strange, but it aroused him and at the same time, at least he'd tell...