The weeks from the Columbus Day weekend to Thanksgiving flew by with Marina and I seeing each other every other week in Palo Alto and Seattle. During this time, we both put out soft feelers about jobs in San Diego and I also investigated the peninsula. My company did not have any openings, but I did reach out to a headhunter who had contacted me a few months earlier. The week before Thanksgiving Marina did talk to her bos...

In talking with Marina, I knew her parent’s routine. They ate dinner like clockwork at 6:00 pm, so I needed to either call them before dinner or after. I decided that it would be best to call early. Promptly at 5:40 pm I called the Flores. When Molly answered I made some small talk before I asked if she could get her husband on the second phone. After Jorge was on the phone, I again made small talk before launching into m...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

The Wedding Weekend: Weeks Three and Four Marina and I had our “off weekend” the following weekend but continued to talk to each other every single night at eight o’clock. We spoke about long-distance dating, me getting back to California, and us eventually moving to San Diego. Deep down I had been avoiding one subject with Marina. My hometown of Lodi. Jenny and I would inherit a large wine grape growing business in the f...

Chapter 7: Week 2 – Seattle After a great weekend in Palo Alto with Marina, I wanted to make sure her weekend visiting me in Seattle was something special. I knew Rina was landing at Sea-Tac just after 6:00 pm on Friday. I had plans for a casual dinner on Friday after we arrived back at my condo downtown. I wanted to do something fun and active on Saturday before going to a romantic dinner on Saturday night. In our brief...

Back Home - Week 1 I woke up on Tuesday morning a bit tired after the busy weekend in San Diego. Thankfully this day was planned to be a work-from-home day making calls to doctors and doing some August reports, but now I had some other important calls to make for my surprise. As I was making coffee my phone rang, “Hello.” “Good morning handsome!” I heard Rina’s voice. “I know we have plans to talk tonight but I just wante...

CLICK! I awoke to a funny noise. Not real loud but enough to wake me. I was alone in bed. Where was Rina, I wondered? The clock read 7:25 am. I looked at the door and it was propped open by the safety latch. I realized that Rina must have gone across the hall to her room and wanted to return without having to knock and wake me up. I stayed in bed awaiting her return. About ten minutes later she walked in. “Good morning, h...

The Wedding – Day 3 Saturday “Hey, wake up. It’s the big day,” I heard Rina whispering. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face resting on my chest. I tried to stir a bit, but she had her legs laying over mine. I excused myself to the bathroom and return to bed. I spied the clock. It was 7:30 am. Brunch was at 10 am this morning. “Hey, I’m going to my room to call my parents. Just want to check up on them. I’ll be back...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

I had been living in my condo complex for five years after my divorce when the unit above me and to the right was sold. Each building had ten units with four on each side, and two single one-story units at each end. It was always a bit worrisome when you have someone new moving in. I felt comfortable since the condo sold for $375,000 for a two-bed and two-bath condo, it was not like we were going to have riff-raff for nei...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, a...

During the next week Daisy and I saw each other several times for dinner and sex. We had made plans to meet Friday after work at Smitty’s. When I arrived at the bar she was with Melanie and Letty again. The two other ladies had fun at my expense teasing me about “taking our friend away,” as Letty put it. As we chatted, I learned more about both of the other women. Like Daisy they were divorced, had adult children, and had...

I arrived at Smitty’s right after work. I walked in and looked around. It was a basic dive bar with décor of neon beer signs, old concert posters, booze ads, and a lot of Giants and 49ers stuff on the walls. The juke box was playing a Blake Shelton tune. I walked to the far end of the bar so I could survey the place since it was my first time there. It was a typical old style bar with two pool tables, darts, and a vintage...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife, when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia. I had travelled there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty,...

I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife, when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific Coast of Colombia. I had travelled to there on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in their fairly remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago and bought a guesthouse there. My Uncle Gerry was almo...