They were dancing to some relatively serious belly-rubbing music, but Dave remained quite tame, or so it would seem. His hands were making their way slowly downward from Charlene’s waist and pushing her shirt upward, exposing more and more of her panties. As Dave’s hands, meeting only token resistance, snaked over Charlene’s panty covered butt, he quietly said, “If I hadn’t shown up when I did, I’m guessing the shirt woul...

It's one o'clock on a beautiful Saturday afternoon as I walk up the gravel chipped drive to your parents house. I've informed you by text this morning to dress for a picnic. The summer sun has finally made itself known after a week of light rain, and it seems like too good an opportunity to miss.  I check my watch and ring the doorbell at the allotted time, stepping back to await your answer. I hear you shout to inform yo...

What a stormy winter's day it was, the cold wind blowing relentlessly and the rain not abating one bit. On the bright side, she had noticed how handsome the friendly techno repairman looked with the water running down his face. That smile he always glanced at her made her think there might be some spark there. Maybe she was imagining it, perhaps the only sparks that day would be the lightning dancing across the bleak sky....

As I stand on platform 3, the wind rushes past me, sending an icy chill through my body. Right on schedule, the 9:58pm train appears from around the bend and pulls into the station. A stream of late night commuters whoosh past me as they alight in a colourful swirl of fabric and the smell of perfume, smoke and alcohol assaults my senses as I step aboard. The driver I am replacing passes me at the door to the driver's cabi...

Scarsdale, NY: Friday 17th April 2015 A face like thunder, ‘We are not amused’ She slammed the door and I knew all was not well. Sue was just returning from Friday evening drinks with a group of girlfriends from the hospital. I wondered what on earth could have happened to prompt such an angry slam of our front door. The doorframe and whole wall had shaken with the force of it. As she stormed into the lounge she had a fac...

Scarsdale, NY: Sunday 25th January 2015 Sunday evening “Careful, they’re a little bit sore.” I felt Sue’s body stiffen a little, as if to prove the point. “Sorry, do you want me to stop?” I asked as Sue snuggled into my body and I gently stroked her nipples, as she lay with her back on my chest as we watched some mindless Sunday evening TV show. “No, it’s okay, just be gentle and go slow.” I smiled as I got my reward, her...

Scarsdale, NY: Saturday 24th January 2015 Buyer’s remorse The morning's first cup of coffee always tastes wonderful and today was no exception to this rule of life. But everything else that had happened in the last few hours was very much an exception. Wholly different to everything that had happened in my life before, and wholly different to everything that had happened in Sue’s life and in our marriage. I sat with my ha...

The next morning, Chris reminded Stephanie he was going out of town for a few days the following week. Stephanie teased him, “I wonder what a naughty wife will do with her husband out of town? Maybe she could get together with one of her lovers? Maybe even find a new one?” Chris felt a twinge in his crotch thinking about the last time he was away on a business trip, and Stephanie had the shoot with the hung black model ri...

“Did you pay my phone bill?” I lift my legs and a broom slides beneath them. I look up at June, and she’s pondering. Her face is wrinkled in concentration, and she pulls her lips to one side. God, I love when she does that. “I thought so,” says June. She shrugs and keeps sweeping. “I hate that the stupid auto-pay isn’t through yet.” “Did you use one of the new cards?” “Yeah.” “Not one of the old cards?” “No. Didn’t you cu...

Scarsdale, NY: Friday 23rd January 2015 Cat on a hot tin roof That’s exactly how I felt in the ten days after Sue and I took the momentous decision to see if the reality with Francis would be as good as the fantasy. (Only for some reason I could never picture a cat on a hot tin roof, the picture that always came into my mind was Dr. Seuss’ Cat in a Hat, complete with that tall red and white knitted hat. Go figure!) I was...

We met on a Saturday or was it Sunday?Anyway there we were,Queen Katherine and Princess Scarlet,A kettle steaming. I was steaming elsewhere.We talked one by one to convert,More like pervert!'Over land and sea, your haunting voice'. Pictures of lollipops and septum’s,A Goth appeared and disappeared,Like the Blood, adrenalized, whore,With a swat upon her pert behind. Across the airwaves,Just another game played here,We danc...

Scarsdale, NY: Sunday 21st December 2014 Two voices, pushing me in opposite directions I’d had a strange feeling as I’d watched how Sue reacted to Francis as they laughed and flirted in the bar. At first, I’d thought it was all just part of the game we were playing, done for my benefit. But as I’d watched Sue, my gut told me she’d forgotten that the camera was there and that what I was seeing was the real Sue. As they tal...

Scarsdale, NY: Saturday 20th December 2014 Checking the temperature, excitedly preparing for the dance date It was gone three when we got home. As we’d been steadily drinking since the party started at around eight, although we were both horny from the little game we’d been playing, sleep seemed a higher priority.  But Saturday late morning was a very happy time in the Jones household, as we made out like love-struck teen...

Scarsdale, NY: Friday 19th December 2014: With Donovan having flown off to college in the UK, Sue threw herself into her community work with a vengeance to help fill the hole left by our only child leaving home. Donovan, Sue and I normally volunteered at the local shelter and soup kitchen on Friday’s, and Sue was now doing an additional two evenings a week, which were usually Tuesdays and Thursdays. And this is where she...