Twenty-twenty was quite a year, I inadvertently got a second chance at love! I'd lost my wife to cancer in January, and my good neighbor moved away after selling his place to an idiot in March. The Coronavirus struck; to top it all off, I was an evacuee from one of Oregon's September forest fires. Luckily, my son had a place far away from the danger zone, so I could stay with him and his girlfriend, Sandra. Keith is a fir...

The days after having sex with Lan were nothing but ordinary. Sandra showed no signs of knowing what we'd done. I think Lan and I acted normal, as if nothing had happened. But I wanted more. Lan intrigued me, and she was so different than Jeannie. I loved Jeannie, and we had a great sex life for the most part. I knew there had to be other positions and things like that, but Jeannie didn't want variety. She liked our routi...

In Twenty Twenty-two, the plague was almost over, although restaurants were still going out of business. The 'Supply Chain' disrupted everyone's lives, so we had great hope for our blossoming local produce business. In March, I contracted for a greenhouse, with me doing the site work and a local company installing it. It wasn't cheap, but I figured it would add value to the property if the garden didn't pan out. During th...

The rest of Sunday was pretty laid back. We worked the garden, weeding and checking our crops. Sandra and Tiffany kept close, talking and laughing. I debated selling the trailer and letting Tiffany live with minimal rent or living in the spare bedroom that Sandra gave up when she moved into my bed. I still hadn't decided what to do with the trailer when Tiffany went home late that afternoon. Sandra and I liked her, and th...

The ice was broken with Tiffany. The morning after our tryst, we had a long discussion about boundaries while we showered. I admitted I'm more of a prude than Tiffany and Sandra. A couple of the things that happened the night before didn't set well in my mind. The ladies reminded me it was all play-acting, which still bothered me. They reminded me we are all consenting adults, and I could see their point. It might take so...