A few weeks ago, Meg, my fifty-year-old wife, and I were going for a walk down a local track. She already had her shorts on, and I asked if she intended to wear her pink track jacket. "Yes, why do you ask?" she said, frowning. "Any chance of you not wearing a bra?" I had been trying for a while to get Meg to be bolder about how she dresses but hadn't had any luck. Imagine the shock when she said, "Okay," willingly. From t...

The week after Amanda's overnight date with Glenn passed quietly. They tip-toed around their memories of the weekend and Sy felt a chill between them. Mandy seemed solicitous and distant, and a trace of formality drifted into their relationship. She's been overly cordial and polite, Sy thought. She's still mad about me and Tiffany. He didn't like the new distance between them but all he could do was ride it out. On the ne...

Downtown at the Savoy Hotel. Amanda awoke before Glenn. It was early morning and sunlight played across the walls and ceiling of the hotel room through gaps in the curtains. She looked at the ceiling and recalled the events of the previous evening. Next to her in bed, Glenn, her boss, was gently snoring. It seemed so weird to see her boss in bed with her instead of her husband. She felt naked and shy and pulled the covers...

*** The ride in Amanda's SUV to the downtown Savoy Hotel was not what Sy had prepared for. He had imagined his wife, Amanda, and her boss, Glenn, sitting close together in the backseat while he drove. He would have had to endure the sounds of their kissing and occasional glimpses of them in the rearview mirror. As with everything else about sharing his wife, he had anticipated it with awful stirrings of excitement, dread,...

The first 3 months - Jill's lament August 2019, Miami Looking back over the last few months wasn’t easy. I felt myself outwardly wince more than once as I thought back over everything I’d felt and experienced since that day when things had finally exploded between me and Dave when he’d finally kicked me out. Yet here we were, forced together by our significant others, forced into a meeting neither wanted but which was mad...

Sunday 12th May 2019, early evening It had been a long nine days. A very long nine days, since Jill had headed off to the airport to spend time with her two different lovers before following through on our agreement that she sever all ties before we relocated to L.A. These last days had marked the crescendo of a two-year period that had turned our marriage upside down. Until that fateful summer day in 2018 that kick-start...

Wednesday 8th May 2019, early evening Veronica and I had spent a wonderful day together. We had breakfast and took a very happy Haley to school, then returned to her condo and made love for the rest of the morning. We just about found the energy and self-control to drag ourselves out of bed and head to a local restaurant for a light lunch, followed by a walk in the park before it was time to collect Haley and head home. A...

Tuesday 30th April 2019, early evening Three cars parked on our driveway. That didn’t bode well, not exactly the start to a nice quiet evening with my recently estranged wife that I had been hoping for. Jill’s car – tick. The red 74 Firebird and Malcolm’s dark SVU – both unexpected and deeply unwelcome. That oh so familiar feeling of dread firing up in my gut like a six-point-two-liter V8 on steroids. Was this some kind o...

Saturday 6th April 2019 It was Saturday morning and I was groggy and tired, looking forward to forgetting all about that bastard Luther and my marital difficulties, looking forward to seeing Veronica. The only slight fly in the ointment being that Luther was her boss – but working out that tricky knot could wait for another day. The fact Luther seemed so intent on screwing up my marriage meant he’d not been interested in...

Saturday 6th April 2019 Since that Monday evening three weeks ago life had been hard for me. How it had been for Jill – well honestly, I wasn’t sure, but more about that later. When I’d walked out of our family home back in mid-March it hadn’t been a planned thing, and I knew I could hardly pull my sobbing and desperate wife around me and calmly walk upstairs to pack bags. So, when the receptionist at the Palm Homes Motel...

Monday 18th March 2019, late afternoon At least this time when I turned the corner into our avenue Jill’s was the only car in the driveway. If she’d been absent or still ‘entertaining’ Callan I could have reversed course and avoided a difficult conversation, but my heart spoke the truth. A wave of warm happiness washed through my body as I realized that Jill, like me, knew we needed to talk. And talk without the distracti...

Monday 18th March 2019, mid-morning The wonderful and refreshing night I’d spent with Veronica had served as a stark reminder of the pleasures of a simpler life, simpler relationships. We’d made love twice on Sunday night and once more on Monday morning before a sleepy-looking Haley had come in and put a dampener on any further passion. (Not that I minded, seeing her happy reaction at seeing me was almost as much of a boo...

Sunday 30th December 2018, mid-evening “Wish me luck. Now for part two. I’ve got to go and talk to Callan.” That’s what she’d said as she’d hurriedly finished dressing. I’d not had a chance to react or say anything before Jill was down the stairs and out the house. I closed my eyes, hardly able to believe the whirlwind of emotions I was being put through today. The nervous tension of the conversation with Jill, when she’d...