Sunday 12th November 2017 The five hours I’d been waiting since last feeling the touch of Jill’s lips and smelling her perfume had seemed an eternity. As she turned to skip towards Chris’s car, virtually her last words had been that she’d call when she arrived at their hotel. That and that she loved me, thanking me for letting her do this thing. ‘Their hotel’. Even these two simple words hammered like nails into my consci...

Thursday 9th November 2017 Like a B29 bomber, having dropped his bomb-load (his request that Jill would join him on his nationwide roadshow), Jill’s boss Chris fled the scene. Leaving Jill and me to pick up the pieces and deal with the consequences. Actually, that’s not quite correct. I was mainly the one dealing with the consequences. Although she tried her best not to look and sound too excited, it was abundantly clear...

Wednesday 8th November 2017 I stood in the bedroom doorway looking at Jill’s long brown hair, splayed majestically down her back and crowning the pillow on which her sleeping head lay. Breathing in one of life’s best aromas, I placed my steaming coffee on my bedside table. Easing back into bed, I instantly felt Jill’s sleeping form react to my presence and snuggle next to me. How does she do that? Not even conscious, how...

Tuesday 7th November 2017 I’d just watched Jill’s shapely ass sashaying away from me as she headed towards the elevators hand-in-hand with Rocco. The last few minutes hadn’t gone anything like I’d expected. When I’d switched her normal work clothes for sexy, revealing clothes and then sent her a smiling emoji when she said she had to work late, I’d thought I might be pushing her into the arms of her handsome boss Chris. B...

Tuesday 7th November 2017 Shit. Why had my husband replied like that? He knew damn well I was trying to move back a little from our newly open marriage for a few months. To get my bearings and make sure we weren’t doing something that might permanently damage our marriage and family. And here he was, having dressed me up and sent me to work in a sexy and revealing outfit for my boss’s enjoyment, now inviting me to stay ou...

It was the perfect half-way point on our semi-annual journey from Colorado Springs to Madison, Wisconsin, so we always spent a night there traveling each direction, thus two nights on our July trip and then again in December. The Black Stallion Inn is not its real name, of course, just what we dubbed it after what began a couple years back. In reality, it’s a simple but well-maintained Motel 6 in rural Nebraska; truth in...

The air reeks of anticipation and testosterone as I descend the staircase into the basement level. It looks like there will be no stampede, but I sense a slight increase in the walking pace of those leading the way. I follow suit, clutching that fresh condom in my palm and wondering if it’s presumptuous of me to have one at the ready. I haven’t noticed anybody else dipping into the protection pot yet - is it bad to look t...

Finally, it was time for a much-needed holiday for us both in my favourite destination, so far, the Algarve in Portugal. It would be my first trip back there for 10 years so I was looking forward to it immensely, as was Zoe who hadn’t been before. Arriving at our destination, in the early evening, the hotel was a sight for sore eyes and despite our weariness from the travelling we headed out for something to eat and a few...

Newly wed couple Arthur and Eleanor joined a couple of friends Herman and Lester one night to enjoy a rousing game of “Settlers of Catan,” a board game cherished by nerds the world over.  Unfortunately their friendly game was disrupted by the intervention of Herman’s crass cousin Joey… Arthur, Eleanor, Herman, and Lester were all sitting around the coffee table in Herman’s living room playing “Settler of Catan” when Herma...

Sunday 5th November 2017 My wonderful husband Dave left off the last chapter describing our decision to call a pause in the newly liberated lifestyle we’d just started tasting. I say our decision, but that’s a little unfair. It was basically my decision, which Dave was happy to support as he made clear to me that he didn’t want to carry on with our new lifestyle if I had any doubts. (He also made clear that he found watch...

Friday 3rd November 2017 The car staring me in the face as I quickly came down from my Gemma-induced cloud-nine heaven was a red 1974 Pontiac Firebird, just like the one Jim Rockford drove in the TV show The Rockford Files. Only this car was red, not gold, and wasn’t owned by some fictional TV detective, but by a guy who’d in some ways been my nemesis back in the 1990s when Jill and I had first got together. When I met Ji...

Friday 3rd November 2017 Seven o’clock on Friday evening, after a six-hour door-to-door journey from Dallas to our home in Pinecrest, Miami, I was dog-tired as I opened the front door. Looking forward to a quiet night in with Jill – hoping she wasn’t too tired from her current stressful work situation. The first thing that hit me when I opened the front door, was the high-pitched sound of female giggling. The second thing...

Saturday 28th October 2017 I’ve always taken myself outdoors when I need some quality alone time. Some quality thinking time. And today was a day when, more than virtually any other in my life, I felt I needed time, and space, to pull my head together. The adrenaline and high-octane excitement of the previous night seemed a distant memory. Daryl had finally left our home and Jill’s bed around four in the morning. Twenty y...

Friday 27th October 2017 As we drove across town, Daryl was making all kinds of small talk. About the school, where he coached, and how his various teams were doing. It all passed in one ear and out the other, my mind all jumbled up and confused, trying to work out whether or not Dave was likely to be home yet, and depending on the situation, how he might react, and what I should do. As we turned into our road I was relie...