With Dean away on another building job, Bianca had decided it was the perfect opportunity for the two of us to celebrate me leaving school by going for a Friday night out together. Bianca was wearing a cream halter neck mini dress, with a cut-out midriff. The halter neck top itself left very little to the imagination, and the cut-out midriff drew attention to the fake-tanned skin of her midriff. The bottom half of the ski...

I had left work early to make the urgent appointment with the headmaster. He had asked to see us both, but typically my husband. Sean had drunk three pints at lunchtime and was the bookmakers when the call came. So, it fell to me to go on my own. Jill, the Headmaster’s Secretary, smiled sympathetically as she ushered me into his office and closed the door behind me. Seated behind the desk, Mr Hanson indicated I should tak...

The last days of my final year at school. All I had ahead of me now were the final few exams and then a long summer of freedom before I had to decide what to do with my life. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but was pretty sure I didn’t want to end up working in the pub like mum. My mind was still running through my options as I walked up the path to our front door, weaving around the bits of old car engine that Sean, m...

Working in the supermarket was not exactly my dream job. But it was better than being bored at home. And it helped bring in some extra income to supplement Dean’s wages as a builder. Most of the staff were OK and the store manager wasn’t a total dick. But it was Eric, the warehouseman, that I got on with best. In his forties, well-built and not bad looking, Eric was a good laugh and flirted with me outrageously. As time w...

My son-in-law, Dean, and a couple of his mates, Jase and Connor, had started work on a house renovation. It was a little bit of a diversion from my normal route back from working at lunchtime in the local pub, but I had taken to passing by in the hope of attracting some attention; or, with luck, a lot of attention from the three lads. On the Friday afternoon, I headed home via the building site. Underneath my coat, I was...

I made the last train home with minutes to spare. Out of breath and feet killing me in the heels that looked great but were not designed for a dash across the station, I made my way down to the least crowded carriage. The nearest group of seats was occupied by a large group of boys of about my own age. My appearance was greeted with loud, suggestive comments, as the cocky and obviously worse-for-wear 18–19-year-olds eyed...

It was a warm spring morning as I left my house and walked through the run-down estate to drop off some clothes at my daughter’s place. Bianca and Dean had married in the previous summer. Having lived with Sean and me whilst they waited for a council house, they had moved in at the start of the year. Bianca, now in her early twenties, worked in a supermarket in town. Dean was a brickie, employed by a mate of his dad’s. Ar...

“Oh…my…God,” Amelia gasped, a hand flying to her mouth with the shock of realisation. My heart dropped like a stone. A choking sensation seized my throat and there was a loud ringing in my ears as the panic of discovery hit me. A look, a hesitation for a fraction of a second too long, a shift in my body language, all had given me away when she made an off-hand comment about how amazing Dion must be in bed. “Oh…my…God, Cla...

You wake suddenly at the sound of the front door shutting. Emerging from a deep sleep, momentarily confused at being in the spare room. Then you remember moving there so as not to be woken when I came back late from a girls’ night out. Soft laughter and murmurs from the hall. You listen, still half asleep; and suddenly jolt into full consciousness at the sound of a male voice. Then silence. Lying rigid in the bed, you str...

Another night of disturbed sleep. It was too hot. I was too distracted. Lying next to my peacefully sleeping husband, I tossed and turned; my mind consumed with the thought of my lover taking me over and over again. Every day without him increased my desperate yearning for Dion. I was consumed with an almost frantic desire to be taken by him; to be used by him. The next day passed in a blur of domestic tedium. In the midd...

The message from Mike was direct and to the point. Come to his office at 10am on Monday. I had been booked in at reception for a meeting to discuss a project that I might help deliver as a contractor, based on my experience in marketing. The building would be almost empty, with most people choosing to work from home. He told me to wear something business-like. But, he had added, make sure it was exciting. The sickening ir...

Tony had been stressed and under pressure for some time. Work was hard and he was missing his targets. We were heavily in debt and the annual bonus award decision was looming. In his early 50s, a change of career or even job was probably out of reach. I was really worried about him: Tony was short-tempered, putting on weight and withdrawing into himself. Our sex life, which at the best of times had been sporadic and vanil...

My pulse was racing as he brought the car to a halt in the long-abandoned car park, strewn with rubbish left by fly-tippers and dotted with deep-rooted weeds that had forced themselves through cracks in the asphalt. John turned off the engine and an eery silence descended on the dimly lit interior of our family car. For a moment or two we both stared straight ahead at the graffiti adorned wall of the derelict building, wa...

A WhatsApp message alert appeared on the car’s touchscreen. Despite the fact it purported to be from my friend, Diana, my pulse quickened with the understanding that was the pseudonym Dion had chosen to conceal his identity when sending me messages. “Diana is chatty this morning,” James remarked, when a further three message alerts drifted across the screen in short succession. “Probably arrangements for the next girls’ n...

Given all the men in Charles’s family had gone there, the choice of school for our son was a foregone conclusion. Yet, I was determined to have my say, by at the least visiting to see the place for myself. Having parked in the School Quad, I stepped from the Range Rover and made my way to the headmaster’s office. The soft wool of the charcoal grey jacket clung beautifully to the curves of my body; the peak lapels of the d...