Author's Note: This is third installment in the series, and it follows "The Girlfriends Across the Hall". * * * * * * * * * "What in the world do you think you're doing? Do you think Sylvia would EVER let you do that? Why on earth would you do that to me?" That was not the reply I was expecting. At all. I guess I should back up a bit and explain My life...
Part One: My life had taken a turn for the better and I felt a thirst for it in a way I never had before. At 27, I had been divorced for about a year after a brief marriage to a douchebag. Luckily, I had been smart enough to see it before we were married for very long. And we had had no children, so that was also good. I was grateful for all these things an...
"What the..." he yelled as the door continue to swing open as his eyes looked at the scene inside on the living room floor. There was his fiance, beautiful as ever, soft tanned skin, sweet face and a body to be jealous of... but with another guy beneath her, filling her up as her shapely breasts hung down as he leaned down to kiss him as she moved... "You fu...
The neighborhood was made up of mostly an upper middle class setting. Everyone got along well and no one had any cares of crime, money or a lack of gossip or minor scandal. All in all it was still a good place to raise a family. The husbands were very successful and sometimes would get together at the bowling alley. The wives didn't need to work so they most...
Saturday Stacy and I were hanging out at her backyard pool, preparing ourselves for the little party she was having that evening. By preparing I mean we lay by the side of the pool, soaking up the sun, having a few drinks, talking about anything and everything. We have been best friends since 2nd grade, when my family moved next door. Since then we've done...
Try to imagine this. You come home from work, park your car in the garage, and walk through the door that connects the house to the garage as you call out "Honey, I'm home." The door closes behind you before you see two men with guns and next to them you see your frightened wife tied to one of the swivel stools at the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen...
My thanks to "Marie-Terese" for her assistance with the woman's point of view and to Willy B for his patience in editing. * "Dianne, are you and your husband having problems?" The question came out of the blue and, for a moment, I was unsure how to respond. "What do you mean problems? I guess that we have the normal problems all married couples have. Wh...
Hanna sat in the small privacy cubical in the library reading through the ads of a small under ground news paper. It was her second year at the small university. The first year she had done her share of partying and being a wild child. But that had soon started losing its appeal. Several of the campus activism groups had tried to get her to join too. But she...
Hubby was out of town for the next week and Holly had been invited for a night out with her friends. It had been a while since she had been out with them, but she was still considering skipping. There were some reports she had to get done for work at home, plus a fair bit of cleaning for their upcoming move. It was fair to say she was feeling some stress and...
As this things carried on with Heather and I, for some weeks to come. It kept getting crazier and crazier. I would always show up at her place and follow the same routine. I would shower and shave, and then dress in whatever she had set out for me. When she excitedly told me to stop around her place the following night at 4:00pm, she had done some shopping a...