Part 7: Harriet Plays, Meet The Press Harriet agreed to one interview for the intercollegiate reporter, but only on her strict terms. Her place, no cameras, no cell phones or any other electronic recording devices. The appointed day came, and found an unc...
Parts: 3-6 Part 3: Business Isa Blowin’ Anda Growin’ A very gleeful Harriet couldn’t get home fast enough to share the good news with her new founding member affiliates. They were so equally happy, they had a naked party, and downed several bottles of win...
Part 2: Suck-uring funding As word spread through campus, a few, short weeks later, her schedule was booked six months out. Of course, not every client was a sexual encounter. But plenty enough of them were to keep sweet, but naughty Harriet in full suppl...
PART 1: Part 1: Six months after losing her husband of forty-plus years, Harriet, a former beauty queen, fitness model, and serial entrepreneur who could easily pass for a woman many years younger, and was about to have an epiphany. Everything seemed to f...
If you recall, Hilda had arranged an anonymous sex session between my wife and I at her place. Neither my wife nor I knew the identity of the other party. My wife was made to wear a hood and warned not to speak, preventing her from knowing who she was f...
My wife stood before me, us, butt naked. The expression on her face was just as confused as was mine. I quickly glanced up and down her beautiful nakedness, taking note that my seed was trickling down her thighs, which made me smile to myself. Hilda le...
If you recall, my wife caught me in the act of thoroughly enjoying the company of Hilda's stepdaughter and the stepdaughter's girlfriend. To extract an equal measure of revenge, my wife got all dolled up and hit the bars that same evening, cruelly face t...
To say my wife was pissed off was an understatement. She isn't one that shares her 'meal' if you catch my drift. Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going to catch hell. I didn't know if confession was g...
Ever since Hilda and I played the Glory Hole game last week, I spend nearly every afternoon behind the garage listening for her to exit her house. So, earlier today I was putting at the potting bench near the fence we share, just feet from the new glory...
A few months ago, the elderly widow living behind us, sold the house and moved in with a daughter. Some time later, on one of my evening walks, I was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive Hispanic lady in her 40's, I guessed. Her jet black hair wa...
(SATURDAY MORNING) Hannah answered the phone on the second ring. "Hello." "Hannah," I breathed heavily into the phone. "Hiya," Hannah whispered. "I wasn't sure you would call." "What are you doing Hannah," I asked softly. "Waiting for you. I expecte...
(THURSDAY MORNING) I wore the new cologne I purchased the evening before. The one I hoped would arouse Hannah just the way the hot young saleswoman had promised it would. Third period came and Hannah was in her seat before the bell rang. I nodded my ap...
(TUESDAY, LATE AFTERNOON) True story! My buddy is one of those community movers and shakers, good looking fit guy, rich out the wazoo, generous to a fault, and truly possesses the midas touch. He also has a stunningly beautiful, All-American girl next...
A sweet feminine voice answered on the second ring. I cleared my throat. "Maggie?" "This is she. Who is calling please?" A lump lodged in my throat, chocking back my abilitiy to promptly answer. "May I ask who is calling please," she repeated. "Hey...
My wife is a meticulous, OCD level housekeeper, so I was surprised a few months back when she told me she had hired a service. Every week, these two middle-aged Hispanic ladies show up and do a marvelous job. So yesterday, they brought a third person, a...
