This is the third installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the second chapter stopped. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Not long after the Firm Dinner, Carol made me bundle up and she took me...
Chapter 6: Hank's Bar. I have to thank (Hale) for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. In this chapter we discover Hank's bar where we take our fun from our homes, to a more public location. The exhibitionism there escalates to be something monumental, and then the girls play times continue in a new more exciting directi...
The loud music and the smell of cigarette smoke hit us hard as we stepped into the main room of the club. There were two stages at either end of the rectangular room, but neither was set against the walls, so that chairs and tables could be placed all around both. Each stage had a pole at either end. There were two girls dancing on each stage, one still wear...
Authors Note: I meant to release this at Christmas time... Sorry it's a bit late. I should hopefully have more new chapters for my other stories out soon too. * "... Pasquier's use of controversial methods is likely what has kept him constrained to the semi-professional circuit because, once again, with a cast of mostly amateurs and spare-time thespians, h...
Last summer Judy and I took a vacation to Germany. We spent several days traveling throughout the country seeing the sites (lots of castles). But, I want to tell you about our first night in Frankfurt. First, some preliminaries. Our vacations away from home are our opportunity to let our hair down. We get to do things that we can't do around where we live...
The vanity mirror gave me a clear view of my husband watching me as I applied my makeup and got ready for this night we had planned for months. His eyes were stuck on me, riveted to my naked body as my arms reached up to brush liner on. My breasts jiggled slightly as my arms moved and his appreciative gaze added confidence to shaky resolve. He crossed to m...
Disclaimer: Phantom characters are not mine. Part two: Erik's Opera I watched from the rafters as the curtain rose and you took your bow, pleased with the poise that you presented to your audience, neither knowing that the repertoire outlined in the program was about to be changed for this evening's performance. There would be no other actors, save you a...
Having turned 18 and in the last few months of Sixth Form I felt quietly confident about life and my future. University beckoned with the freedom and fun (and sex hopefully) that that entailed. Plus, today there were no classes, a trip had been organised to the theatre to see Henry IV Part One. The A level English students were studying it and although I wa...
Act 1 I guess I should try and tell you how I got into this situation. I did not plan on it, it just sort of happened. I had been married six months, and after the wedding we moved to New York City where my husband Jack had a job at a brokerage firm. He found an apartment that cost a fortune but then everything cost so much in the city. Jack knew that I w...
"Fuck!" Was she really going out with him? Joe Jackson's song was ringing in my ears as I watched this ape of a man bear hug, and paw, one of the most attractive, and alluring women, I had yet experienced. She was on stage singing some folky tunes of original composition; her voice, her looks, the way she moved, how she seemed to look me straight in the eye,...