When we woke up Saturday morning, Ellen was already awake in Chloe’s flannel pajamas, making breakfast for us. “That scotch makes you drunk, but I can’t believe I don’t have a headache,” announced Ellen. “The good stuff, like single malt scotch, is actually very pure so it doesn’t give you a headache like you get from the cheap stuff,” I explained. “Maybe I need to get my husband to drink that instead of the cheap vodka h...

“She’s such a bitch!” proclaimed Chloe, my sexy wife of 20 years, as she prepared lunch on a summer Sunday afternoon, “the way, Kylie degrades him and insults him in front of other people. No woman should treat her husband that way!” I shrugged but also offered tacit agreement. Kylie and Bart are friends and neighbors. Admittedly, I enjoy Kylie’s company more than does Chloe. Chloe considers Kylie to be a pretentious “mea...

The morning after our threesome with George, Anne and I spent a good deal of time getting the kids ready for activities and catching up on chores around the house. Anne reminded me, before getting the kids ready for their next week of school, that she and her other boyfriend, Alex, had a date Friday night so that I would remember to pick them up from an after-school activity. Alex was a young, lithe-bodied Greek-American...

I was at the bar enjoying a cocktail away from all the crazed holiday activity around me. There was plenty of holiday cheer being shared, lots of ugly sweaters and even more risqué behavior that was going to be called out by the HR department next week. I spied her across the room. It had been 5 or 6 years since I had seen her and probably 10 since we had been an item. I smiled as I remembered some of the escapades we sha...

I woke at 5:30 to a text from Lillian, sent overnight. “Hello, dear boy, are you available to speak on the phone at some stage this morning? I’m available from 11:00 until noon. Let me know if you can please, Lillian. X” I replied that I could fit it in at 11:30, curious to know what she needed. Aisling stirred beside me as I returned my phone to the charger beside the bed. I lay on my back gathering my thoughts, visualis...

It was a typical Monday morning. The day started like any other. I was still lounging in bed, naked and covered in sweat as the morning light crept through the blinds. There was a gentle buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached over and grabbed my phone, squinting at the bright screen. A text from Pravesh, my Indian coworker, greeted me. "Yo, where you at, man? Did you miss the meeting?" I chuckled to myself as I re...

My husband of five years had to leave on another one of his business trips for a week. But this was no normal instance. Just last week we had a break in to our home. Thankfully we weren’t home but I was still scared to be home alone. My husband understood my fears and asked his brother to stay with me while he was gone on his business trip. My brother-in-law, Steve, arrived moments before my husband left the house. I set...

Sarah Johnson was a beautiful blond. She was 26 years old with large rounds tits and a killer ass. I had worked at her house before, but Jake Johnson, her husband, had always instructed me in what I needed to fix. Jake was only a few years older and was as tall as me, but not as fit. He had what you would call a dad's body. Sarah met me at the door in her robe. She said that there was a problem in her bedroom with the lig...