Only at the bar did it occur to me that I couldn't carry so many drinks at once. As I turned to bring the wine and two of the beers, I saw my wife push a card, our key card I guessed, into Ben's shirt pocket. His hand was between her legs. I acted like I hadn't seen. I had to make three trips to bring all the drinks to the table. We were from out of town, but we had been scoping this place for months. It was a swinger clu...

The windows in the car nearly steamed over on the drive back to the hotel. I actually had to push Faith’s hands away from my pants more than once for fear that I would drive into a parked car. She finally slumped back into her seat and pretended to pout. “Fine, but drive faster.” After so long fantasizing about being with other men, we (meaning she) had finally crossed the line and she didn’t know what to tell me first. A...

Two days after a storm ripped away most of our roof, we moved into a room in the next town over at the Gardener Inn & Motel. The insurance company said it could be anywhere from four to twelve weeks before we could move home again—depending largely on when they could get a crew to replace our roof and make the other repairs necessary. Since we were one of many families that suffered damage from the storm, I worried that t...

If Faith hadn't insisted on totally unpacking the car and arranging our things in the little cabin we had rented for a week, we could have at least had a half hour stroll on the beach before the storm started to blow in. It was late September and, looking to save a little money, we had found this “charming” little “beach cottage” on Airbnb for what we thought was a steal. It was charming–old fashioned, tiny (just a bedroo...

“Ouch! Take it easy!” Faith hissed. She reached back and rubbed the welt from the crop. Her dark nails were striking against her bare flesh. “I think you're supposed to start light,” she whined. “Now kiss it to say you’re sorry.” I did kiss it. In fact, as I dragged my bottom lip over it, I flicked it with my tongue. It was very warm and the heat on my lips caused me to automatically run my hand up the inside of her thigh...

I took the elevator up from the conference level feeling pretty smug. As conference presentations go, this had been a pretty good one. I had a big crowd in my session and my paper was very well-received. For once in my life, no old guy raised his hand and said a version of “I very much appreciated the aims of your research, but…” and then went on to say just why he thought it was trash. Indeed, it felt like they hung on m...

How are you coming along with the grading? Faith’s text floats on the screen. I debate not answering. If I get into a conversation with her about the fact that I am making very little progress on the stack of final papers...well, I will make even less progress on the stack of final papers. I don’t like grading. It’s certainly not the reading that’s the problem. I love to read student writing. And I love offering up sugges...