There was only one moving truck parked outside that brought relief to Stephen Sanders. The house next door was on the market for a long time and it finally was sold. Stephen contemplated buying it outright and keeping it for himself. A wealthy real estate mogul, he could name a price that any buyer would be afraid to pass up. Unfortunately for him, the house...
Rachel's husband was a real estate agent. Brian had been in the business for ten years and always bored the hell out of us when we socialised with them. He was forever complaining about the hours he had to work to clinch the deals. He also liked to brag about how good he was at it, and how he could beat most of the other agents in the area where we live. I w...
Lauren and I awoke the following morning to an absolutely gorgeous day. The temperature was in the mid seventies, with very low humidity, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. I decided to wear my clothes, as I wasn't as deeply into full-time nudity as my darling wife was. Lauren was a little disappointed, but understood completely. She smiled at me a...
It had been several weeks since she last met him. He traveled for work, gone for a week or more at a time. Charlene didn't know why she cared, it's not like they were a couple. Sure, he'd call her whenever he was back. They'd go out, have some fun together and she'd go back to his house and spend the night. The sex was always great, he was a very attentive...
I really didn't have anyone to blame but myself. I could have stopped it in the early stages, but I let it go on because it just didn't matter to me. I had no idea that it would go as far as it did. Camryn and I met in college, dated for a while and then moved on to other relationships. A year later we were at the same party, got to talking and started dati...
I'm Peter Anderson, an in many ways average 33 years old Scandinavian guy, one of four partners in a successful plumbing business. When this story begins I'm married to Sandra (32) almost regarded as a trophy wife and working as secretary for the owner of the local Volvo dealership. Our daughter Ella is eight years old. We own a house in a nice area of our...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
The phone call broke me out of my daydream, and I was a bit startled, to put it mildly. I had recently sold Icarus, the publishing firm that Eric, Bobbie, and I founded, to a large national publishing house. I now lounged near my pool with an ice cold PBR and my favorite pretzels (Rold Gold) when I heard my cell phone buzz with the default dial tone. It was...
I met Sandra at Saturday afternoon at a grocery shop in our Scandinavian hometown. Not the average place to meet the wife to be. But I did it. She noted that I had difficulties to find the right kind of meat and offered to help me with that. I accepted and jokingly told her that I really needed to find a wife like her. She had obviously a great sense of humo...
The final episode. There is no sex in this story. And before you ask for a follow-up to the story, no, the end is intentionally how this story ends, make of it what you will. Enjoy or well you know the rest. ***** Today was an interesting day. Although I had moved to the south of France initially, I never really warmed to the place, or got on with the pe...