Naked in the forest Stories

After our adventures with the kitchen fitters in "The Pizza Guy's Wife Act Two," where Mikki and I christened every room of her new home and introduced Jacky to the delights of female intimacy, we knew we'd have to face the music. We'd confessed everything to Bobbie and James—the kitchen renovation guys with all three fucking us both, the train escapades, all of it. They'd been suspiciously quiet, but the other shoe final...

I was new in town without any acquaintances when my old Chrysler needed work. The auto shop a few blocks down the street looked promising, so I checked it out. The owner was Joe Milton, in his late-20’s like I was. A knowledgeable mechanic with many clients owning classic cars. Regular visitors to the shop were his best friends Charley and Harry. It seemed they had all gone to high school together. “Haven’t seen you in he...

This is a true story of what happened in July of 2013, as told by my wife when my wife was sixty. My wife and I enjoy riding with groups of other bikers. We are members of several all-black bikers’ clubs and are the only Caucasian members of these clubs. My wife rides a VW-powered trike. Her usual riding attire with these clubs (weather permitting) is a white lacy bra and panties, chaps, and boots. The men are always happ...

Jacque shook his head in frustration as he walked from the bedroom. The door shut behind him, but he could still hear Delila fuming in his head. Jacque stepped sideways, the world freezing around him. He stood still for a moment, closing his eyes. He could sense a trail of light in the air before him. Jacque brushed his fingers through it, bringing the glowing motes to his face. He sniffed them. Anita. Focusing on those m...