I hadn't planned for any of this to happen.When my husband went out of town, I had every intention of being a faithful wife, just as I always did. I fantasized about sex, of course, but I had never really considered an affair or even a fling. We'd only be...
I was tired out after one set of doubles. Sara was a much better tennis player than me, almost a match for David, and able to hold her own with my husband Eliot. She didn't want to stop playing. We had a quick lunch on the patio, sandwiches, and iced tea,...
Clarissa slipped into the room when he opened the door, almost giddy with anticipation. She had come from sunbathing at the pool, her body oiled and tanned, looking much younger than her forty years.“I almost didn't come,” she said, reaching her hands to...
“What were you thinking, calling Damion?” I asked Hunter. “He's my friend,” he said. “Why shouldn't I call him?” “Let's see,” I said. “Maybe because you spent the afternoon fucking his wife.” “I hadn't fucked you when I called him.” “You called him before...
I knew that I wasn't going to be able to talk my stepmother out of giving me a spanking, rules were rules, as she so often said. She wasn't the real mother of any of us, but she had been married to our fathers and ended up with us. She always said that no...
I had really screwed up. There was no way to undo what I'd done, to make it not have happened. I'd have to live with the guilt, hide it from Damion for the rest of my life, or confess it to him and run the risk of ending our marriage. I hadn't meant to ch...
It was the first Saturday after our pool had been filled. The water hadn't really had time to get warm, so I hadn't really been swimming in it yet. My husband had taken a swim as soon as it was filled on Wednesday, and had gone in after work Thursday and...
The first time I kissed Brad was under the loneliness tree. It was the night before prom. He was my date, and I considered myself lucky. My mom wanted some pictures, so we went out under the big oak tree in back and posed. It was the tree I sat under when...
On Valentine's Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand made chocolates that he had driven to Gatlinburg to buy...
I heard the door closing as Neal led out of the living room and toward the stairway that led to the bedroom. When we got to the stairs, he let go of my hand and told me to go up first. I walked ahead of him, holding onto the rail. It was very well polish...
Neal Cannon always seemed to be looking at me lustfully. He never said anything that might be construed as remotely sexual, but his look always made me feel like he was thinking about dragging me off somewhere and ravishing me. I'd seen that look in other...
Alone on the tiny dance floor, Kristen Fowler's hips swayed slowly in rhythm to the slow blues the band was playing. Her long tanned legs and flowing blond hair moved like wind and water. The guitar solo sent chills into her soul, reminding her of Jimmy,...
Sterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said....
I was bent over Andre Beasley's desk, my panties hanging on one ankle, my slacks off, holding onto the edge and moaning with pleasure as Bernie Graham's stiff throbbing cock drove deeply in and out of me. We were working late for the third time that week,...
My parents have a library. I was a very lucky girl growing up, not because of the collection of classics that they had in leather bound editions, or even the enormous number of new books that they seemed to add constantly from visits to the book store or...
