The weekly pub quiz had just come to an end. The team I was a member of had not won, but we had not embarrassed ourselves either. We were all finishing our drinks, getting our coats and bidding each other farewell. I was about to put on my coat when Peter approached me. He asked if I wasn’t in a rush, would I like another drink, because there was something he would like to discuss with his wife Tessa. “Can I offer you a w...

I was enjoying a mid-morning walk when I ran into Tessa exercising an energetic dog in the local park. She was an acquaintance from the pub in town, but more recently I had enjoyed a lovely threesome with her and her husband Peter. It would be ungentlemanly not to stop and chat. We exchanged pleasantries and I suggested stopping for a coffee. Tessa agreed but insisted that we walk some more first, “I need to tire this dog...

Peter was walking home carrying some shopping for a dinner he and Tessa were preparing for their guests later that night. He had a leg of lamb, some vegetables, and a couple of bottles of wine that he had spotted on sale. All in all, life was good. The weather had turned, and he and Tessa had started their day with a passionate bout of lovemaking. Peter felt great. As he approached his house he saw Tessa in the front room...