"I can't believe we are doing this," I said shaking my head as we landed.  "You have said that fourteen times," Desiree said.  I could tell she was getting annoyed with me. At this point my argument was a non-factor, our house was sold, most of our belongings had either gone to Goodwill or sold with the house. All we had left of our life before this move was in our suitcases.  "It will be for a few months, six at the most...

Old man Eric was sitting in his favorite rocking chair on the patio of his deceased brother's holiday mansion. It was after lunchtime, but since he had slept in that day, keeping everyone – his granddaughter and her husband, mainly – worried whether they should check on him, he renounced to his daily nap. This way, he could, for once, read the newspaper without being bothered by his great-grandchildren who were a very liv...

Old man Eric lay in his bed, awake, unable to sleep, tossing and turning. It was one of these nights where the chirping of the cicadas simply would not lull him to sleep as it usually did. It rather kept him awake and his mind running busy revisiting memories of old days long gone. The sound of the Mistral blowing through the treetops of the olive and plane trees rustling in his ears like waves at the sea only made his re...

Eric was sitting in his patio rocking chair, lazily enjoying the afternoon sun and the Mistral breeze. Contented, he watched his great-grandchildren run around and play in the garden of his old mansion in Aubagne near Aix-en-Provence. With his belly well-stuffed with tomatoes and pickled olives from his own garden, fresh baguette, well-matured Banon cheese and glass of his favorite Châteuneuf-du-Pape, he allowed his old b...

Let me tell you a little about me, I just turned forty, married for sixteen years, and no kids. My wife in her day was a very attractive woman but lets just say she's far from what she used to be physically. To top it off she has little to no interest in sex. I may be forty but my sex drive is as strong as when I was half my age. I confess to a couple of affairs but they were few and far between. My wife was part of a big...

So this happened, but a little background first. I’m widowed with kids but they’re aging up and mostly out of the house. We’re extremely close and they remain the center of my universe. We vacation twice a year – once to the beach and once to ski at Christmas. This story occurs during one of our annual beach trips. Our beach trip this year was back to Turks and I was going to stay for a couple of weeks and our kids were c...

I met my wife, Laura in 1988, while attending college. She came from a small little town about an hour's drive away from the university. She was very cute, petite, nicely shaped and definitely a small town girl. She sat in front of me in one of our classes, and we started to chat about our class material and assignments. After one of our classes, I asked if she wanted to come to a party that we were having that night. She...

This little aside actually is part of the story. My oldest brother-in-law is a huge baseball fan. He managed to score some tickets for a Cubs versus Brewers game in Milwaukee. He had enough tickets to invite all of his brothers-in-law and all of our sons. There were even enough that the daughters were invited as well. Our families are split about 50-50 in supporting Wisconsin and Illinois sports teams, so we were going to...

Here's a fun fact that almost isn’t part of this story. One of my wife's friends has a kidney disorder that is being studied and closely monitored by doctors at the University in Madison. She isn't supposed to drive, so my wife volunteered to be her taxi. They leave after dinner on Thursday evenings and then spend the night. My wife is usually home by noon on Friday. This has been going on for months, and they plan to con...

I think I'm about to get into trouble. It doesn't happen often, and like any other time, I didn't even know it was coming. There were three causes this time, and I'm only responsible for two of them. The first cause started long before I even started dating my wife. We've been married more than twenty years, so it's been an issue for a while. I've tried my best, but the problem is still there. My wife has four sisters, tw...

One spring afternoon, I dropped by my sister-in-law Dianne’s house to drop off several items while out and about. She was home alone doing various things around the house. As is often the case, we sat down in the living room and chatted a bit about what was going on with our families and diverse other topics. My wife was gone on a business trip, Di's husband was out on a construction project for several days, and the kids...

I walked to the pool area of the apartment complex, looking for Maria, the younger sister of my wife Marsha. I found her tanning herself, laying out on her stomach, in the smallest of bikini I think I had ever seen. The top portion lay on the cement next to where Maria lay stretched out on a chase lounge, chit-chatting with two very young studs who seemed more like vultures than the cool college-aged guys they probably we...

I’ve always had this thing for my little brother’s wife; young, attractive, intellectual, and I suppose, coquettish would be a good adjective for her.Sure, I love my wife and wouldn’t want to change her for anyone. But every time I see those two little dimples in the small of my sister-in-law’s back, my mind turns to the ovaries that lay somewhere behind them, and I just so want to impregnate them.My wife, Justine, and I...