I slipped out of the living room and left my husband glued to a film on the TV. I was sure he wouldn’t even notice I was gone. We barely spoke these days. He had his interests; TV and computer games, and I had mine. I would have bet money that my new interests were far more fun than his... I grabbed my laptop, and headed upstairs to the bedroom. It was only early evening, but I decided to have a shower, and settle for the...

I walked into the pub at two minutes past eight and Tom was waiting for me. He was sat on a tall stool at the end of the bar, I looked at him across the room and my stomach fluttered. “How do I manage to have my breath taken away every time I see him?” I thought to myself. He looked up and smiled, not a wide grin, but one where his eyes light up his whole face. He turned to the barman and ordered a glass of Merlot for me,...

I strolled into the hotel lobby and looked around. John was no where to be seen. “Hmmm, now where is he?” I muttered to myself. It was my forty sixth birthday that day, and I wasn’t feeling too great about it. I was sure I detected more lines on my face that morning. To help lift my spirits, my husband had suggested that he take me out for lunch, so we had arranged to meet in the lobby of the Tiffany Hotel, before going i...

It had been over three years since I had experienced orgasm with a man. I had had plenty of sex, but that was with my husband, and he had stopped satisfying me long ago. But I never dwelled on this fact, I just drifted along in my sexualy empty life, bored and uninspired. That was until I met my new financial advisor.A few months ago my husband and I had decided that it was time to review our finances. Tom had been recomm...

The sun dappled across the water, it was a brilliant, bright blue day. A soft breeze caressed my young 18 year old skin and brushed my long brunette hair back from my face. It had been one hell of a morning; I had won my first yacht race! Only our annual club ladies race, but my dad was so proud, bless him.I had been at the helm of a boat owned by my dad’s friend. The boat was called Mischief, a 40 foot sloop, the friend...

I must confess that I had always fancied him. Mr Smart was my maths teacher, and in my all-girls high school he was very popular. This was partly because he was always relaxed and casual with us older students, but mainly because he was just so hot!He stood just over 6 foot tall with a slim, athletic build. He had a dark brown mop of hair with a long fringe. It brushed the top of his startlingly long eyelashes which frame...