Kara was a community do-gooder. A forty-five-year-old divorced single mom of two teenage girls. She ran her own business and volunteered for a non-profit that supported social service programs in the community. She was short, busty, pretty, and spicy in her personality. I was a local precinct commander for the police department. At forty-seven, I still had my college baseball playing build from my daily workout regimen. O...

After our encounter in the park, Kara and I tried to find time for a second hookup. But, with our crazy work schedules and our commitments with our respective kids, the timing was never right. Then, out of the blue, about a month later, on a Sunday, Kara texted, “Hey, my kids will be with their Dad this Thursday night. Any, chance you can find time?” I checked my calendar and canceled a Friday morning meeting. I texted ba...

It had been about two months since Kara and the Commander had their getaway. Since that time, they were able to meet up for a few quickie sex sessions after a few community meetings. These were always in a car, in an isolated location, to avoid anyone from the community finding out about their relationship. The Commander received a phone call from a national policing organization of which he was a member. Apparently, one...

This is a followup to The Symposium story of the series, The Commander and the Socialite. In that story Kara, the mid-forties divorced Milf, and her fuck buddy, the commander, had started exchanging sex videos with Kara’s high school friend, Dorothy, and her new boyfriend, Terry. The couples had exchanged texts about potentially meeting to have sex in person in front of one another. About two months later, Kara called me...