THE NEXT MORNINGI took a shower and crept back into the bedroom, careful not to wake Sue, and got dressed. The house was quiet as I made my way to the kitchen, following my nose to the pot of coffee. I poured a cup and looked for who else was awake, wondering what I would say to whoever it was. All the rooms had been cleaned from the night before. When I got to the den I still had found no one, but stepping to the sliding...

This is continued from part one. You should read part one.“The first thing we’ll need to do is be able to be naked in front of each other.” She tossed the t-shirt on the arm of the chair, and reached behind herself. “We’ve known each other a long time. That one time we all went skinny dipping, but it was dark, and we were in the water, so it doesn’t count.” She had unhooked her bra, and let the straps slip off her shoulde...

“Did you guys want to go in?”We were over at Mike and Marybeth’s place, and had finished dinner on the outside deck and were clearing the table after dinner, except Mike, who was preparing after-dinner drinks inside. I looked to Sue, who usually made the temperature decisions.“No,” she said, grabbing plates, “I don’t think so. It’s warm enough, right?” She looked to me to endorse her opinion. “Let’s stay out,” I agreed. W...

I kissed my wife when she got home from work on Saturday. She works in retail, and I have an office job, so we are only off together on Sundays; she usually has a Tuesday or Wednesday off and I’m off alone on Saturday. I took the groceries from her hands and followed behind her into the kitchen.“Your boyfriend called,” I told her. She turned to me and smiled. “Oh. Really?” She grinned, and made a suspicious face. “I told...

I was only about fifteen minutes into my hour and twenty commute when the car died. I had just entered the highway, and struggled for control of the vehicle, trying to get to the shoulder so as not to cause an accident. I managed to pull off out of the traffic without incident. I called work first, told them I wouldn't be in, and then tried my wife's phone, but Diane didn't answer; she never does. I swear I could turn off...

After the shock of walking into the house from work and seeing my girlfriends, after the kisses and hellos and a scolding, affectionate look at my husband, I sat at the patio table and was handed a beer and got the details. My silly husband, bless him, knew how I enjoyed my nights with the girls, without our husbands, just chatting and eating things we shouldn't and laughing at our lives. He had conspired with Mona, my be...

"I don't swallow," Linda blurted drunkly."I do," Denise countered with casual frankness. I watched Linda make ‘her’ face, the one she always made when discussing aspects of sex that disgusted her. I'd seen it so frequently in the last ten years that it was too familiar, almost her natural state. The nose wrinkled and the brows crunched in, the mouth grimaced in revulsion. She never missed an opportunity to express her rev...

Otto glanced at the time in the corner of his screen. Another Friday evening working late, but he had told his boss he would have this ready before he left. One more data set to pull, a half hour of spreadsheet work and he’d be wrapped, he’d be out by 8:30. He could email it before he left and Vince, his VP, would see it on his blackberry. A little obvious, but brownie points were brownie points, and Vince was on his way...

I never intended for it to happen, really. Sure, like any woman married over ten years I had considered the possibilities, but those were passing fancies, mental dalliances. Despite our disagreements and arguments, I loved Ben, with all my heart and soul. Was he a little narrow-minded? Sure. But I heard the stories other women, even my friends, told of their husbands; the drinking, the silences, the late night arrivals, t...

It was her pelvic bones that did it, looking back. It was summer, and my wife and I had taken a week off together, enjoying the backyard resort we had built for ourselves. We enjoyed it on the weekends, to be sure, and took pleasure that our girls enjoyed it, too. But for a week each summer we wallowed in it, pretending it was an island resort, but all ours, all private. This time our younger daughter, recently graduated...

It started innocently enough. They were having sex; good, hot sex, as they had done with decent frequency since before marrying five years ago. At twenty-eight and twenty-six they were still energetic and hot for each other, and regular exercise kept them fit and attractive to each other. Combined with their love for each other and their compatibility, their easy nature and youthful ardor, sex was fairly frequent, in spit...