One of the few things that frustrates me about my wife is her seeming inability to be aware of time. Often this weakness results in her working late, cutting significantly into our family time. It's not that she does it on purpose or doesn't feel bad about it, though. In fact, sometimes she even offers to make it up to me in one way or another. One such occ...
Author's Note : This is my first attempt at a series. I hope you enjoy it. I will gladly accept constructive criticism, and/or encouragement. I apologize, in advance, that Part 1 may lack enough"action" to suit many readers. I will try to make up for the lack of "action' in following chapters. I need to lay the groundwork for the characters and story that wi...
Mary and Her Lovers – Part VI Cars and Cards It was Friday night and my wife and I sat together cuddled on the couch watching a rom-com. I was interested in the more popular of the genre; I am not embarrassed to say. They were cool, albeit 'real life' never happens that way. As we lay there, watching the movie Mary began to fondle my arm, lightly. "You kno...
I applied my lipstick. My husband looped his belt through his pants. We left the babysitter, a grad student named Cory, with our three-year-old daughter and drove to my work party. My job was in the arts department of a medium-sized university, and our dean always hosted an annual summer's-end party at his well-kept, historic home. We parked, but before we g...
This one is an original. It's a little bit "off-the-wall." The idea came from a conversation that I overheard between several young women at an HOA meeting. They were voicing their frustration with the available lawn services. They felt that they were being ripped-off. That's the reality behind this story. The rest is pure fiction. Any resemblance to reality...
Chapter One - The Quizmaster 21 September 2007 David was feeding the baby when Marie came through the door; she was glowing from her morning run. "Look, mommy is home," he cooed to his daughter who was just shy of her first birthday. Marie leaned back against the breakfast bar, stretching. Her Lycra tights and shirt clung to her body, emphasising the...
The two young men stood hunched against the bitter wind reading the front page of the Chicago Tribune. Directly below the date--February 13, 1929--was the headline that held their collective interest: CAPONE TO BE IN MIAMI VALENTINE'S DAY. "It's too fuckin' beautiful," hooted Willy Marks. "Too good to be fuckin' true," added Jimmy Clark as he folded the pa...
Val got home from work that night and looked completely done in. I found out her fatigue had a far deeper cause than that. "Well, I had a feeling it would happen," she said as she flopped down next to me on the sofa, putting her feet up on the coffee table after kicking off her shoes. My brain was someplace else. "What?" "Claire and Dave have split up. Sh...
For several weeks after his wife Janet confessed to her affair, Dave did his very best to be as normal as possible. But each day he woke up with the incident of his own down in Dallas on his mind. "Incident?" What a poor word to fit the situation. A married man, out of town, in love with his own long term wife finds himself involved in a brief but steamy...
I am submissive to my wife, Helen, who is an evil genius. She enjoys experimenting with ways to display my submissiveness to other women for her amusement and to humiliate me. She is extraordinary and I love her completely. Over the past year she has instituted periodic "Share the Wealth" evenings during which I am to seduce a strange woman and then submit t...