Lorraine was a woman I had known for quite a while. Sarah and I had invited Dave and her to dinner on more than one occasion and frequently met them at parties. Needless to say, I have always wondered what she would be like in bed. But beyond some mild flirting and a few kisses now and then, that was as far as it went. But things changed at the New Year party we went to. It was a two-tier affair – dinner for a dozen or so...

After Sue had left, I'd barely had time to tidy up, stack the dishwasher and pour myself a glass of wine before the doorbell rang. I opened the door to be greeted by Helen's impish grin. 'Helen! What a surprise! Come in. Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Or join me with a glass of wine?' 'I'm driving, but one glass of wine should be okay,' she smiled. Helen was an ex-colleague of Sue's. They'd kept in touch even though...

Living in a small village, as Maggie and I do, has its advantages. For a start, there are numerous people like ourselves – fortunate enough to have enough money to be able to survive most economic situations and still maintain a comfortable standard of living. Secondly, there is always a good and varied social life, both indoors, with drinks or dinner parties and outdoors, with a good mix of sporting events. And thirdly,...

'Thanks, Harry,' she smiled up at me, as I set a mug of tea down on her bedside table. 'Can I have a kiss, as well?'                 I set my mug down next to hers and bent to kiss her. She giggled and quickly kicked off the duvet.                 'I meant on these lips,' she said, spreading her legs and arching her back.                 I grinned and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sliding a hand under each of...