The wind howled off Lake Michigan that late November night in 1999, whipping snow against the plate-glass windows of the corner convenience store on the edge of the Gold Coast. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over half-empty shelves and the faint scent of stale coffee. The holiday rush had died down days ago, leaving only the occasional late-night wanderer. Michael Duncan stepped through...

Following counseling, Dr. Levin found our marriage to be at its end. The divorce was finalized in late April, six months after the counseling session that had quietly demolished whatever was left of us. The judge gave me joint legal custody and primary physical custody of the kids. I kept the house. She got the car she wanted, a modest alimony check, and visitation rights every other weekend. It wasn’t a clean win. But it...

It took some explaining. I'm not sure I'll ever forget the way my son's expression changed from curiosity over the whereabouts of his girlfriend, to seeing her bare-arsed across my knee with my spunk peppering her very pink flesh. And his mother standing alongside us, her palm a similar shade to Molly's bottom. “I'm serious, Dad. What the fuck is this?” I'd never heard him use that particular cuss word in front of me befo...

Whoever invented the phrase 'you can't have your cake and eat it too' is wrong. Like many well-intentioned proverbs or ideals, the internet has killed it off. I love having my wife-shaped cake. Delicious. Dependable. Comforting. Like a Victoria sponge. Her reinvigorated, voracious sexual appetite in response to Molly upsetting our domestic balance has added an extra layer of cream, and she'd be the first to admit the emer...

After my wife discovered I hadn't been entirely honest with her about what happened with Molly in the car, things changed at home. She still doesn't know the extent of what went on, and I'm confident in my head that I’ve stayed strong—alright, ish—and haven't cheated on her. Though I guess it depends on the definition of ‘cheating’. To date, my son's girlfriend has cavorted herself in front of me, flashed me, let me shave...

If there was a prize for the highest number of inappropriate thoughts about my son’s girlfriend, I'd be on the podium. As I potter in the garden in the most pleasant British summer since the last one, I'm acutely aware of Molly watching me from the patio. All three of them are there—Molly, Aaron and Astrid—sipping drinks and chatting. Digging up yet another dandelion and hearing the pop of the tap root snapping rather tha...

True to her word, my son's girlfriend put on a hell of a show for me last night. I've been a wreck all day replaying the sounds of them fucking in the room adjacent to ours, knowing that she knew I was listening. Unlike Friday night, where she'd been a little reserved with stifled moans and murmurs, last night she was very vocal. Very. “Oh baby, do you like my little bare slit? Isn't it pretty? I shaved it all for you. Go...

I try to banish the inappropriate thoughts about my son’s new girlfriend, but they won't fade. As the week since their visit drags on, I find myself progressively more distracted, both at home and work. On Wednesday I was daydreaming while making sandwiches and then couldn't find my keys. Turns out I put them in the fridge. That'll teach me to fantasize about pulling her over my knee and spanking some sense into her. I ke...

My son told me over the phone that this one’s a keeper, but it isn't until I open the front door to them both that I believe him. “Hey, Dad.” He steps over the threshold, gangly and towering over me, Lynx Africa wafting as we embrace, and I catch sight of her over his shoulder. Well, mostly her hair. Pink. So pink. The fading sun accents the highlights in her mane that tumbles messily and effortlessly over the low-cut cro...

Karlie slammed her fists against the vanity and stared into the mirror. Her mascara ran down her face alongside her tears as every breath came like a gasp, and her chest heaved. She fumed.“Why? Why, God?” she begged. What the shit was going on? What had she done to deserve this? First, her son had been taken in by that, that fucking slut who moved in next door. Then it was her whore daughter and now her husband was fuckin...