Brett strolled back from the bathroom in high spirits. Dinner out with his girlfriend and colleague had been delightful. Walking back to the table, he'd taken a roundabout route and come up from behind. From this angle he could now see what had been obscured during the meal. The colleague was stroking her thigh under her skirt. Had he sat there like a chump while another man fondled his partner? He now stormed up to the t...
Walking into her house, Phoebe found it uncharacteristically quiet. No kids shouting or husband rummaging through the fridge. Just the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the living room, its small hand approaching 1. She dropped her purse on the side board in the foyer and kicked her heels off. Phoebe drank in the silence for a moment before digging her phone from her purse and tapping out a quick message. With that...
Megan lay on her front, legs spread, as her FWB Scott fucked her from behind. Her phone buzzed. "Hey, Babe. What's up?" "Not much. Just calling." "Checking on me?" "No. We covered that in counseling." "Anyway, I saw someone who looked a lot like you with Scott at Starbucks when I was out." "How funny…but I've been home since…uhaaaahh…" Scott leaned down, whispered in her ear, and then gave several deep thrusts. "...droppi...
Jasmine looked pityingly across the bar at the poor kid. She cracked open another bottle of beer and pushed it his way. His ID had said he was twenty-three, but she suspected he hadn’t been around the sun a full twenty times. Close to it, perhaps. Or maybe he just looked younger to her more mature eyes. It was a slow day. Tuesday afternoons at the bar weren’t a busy time and the only customers were the few regular drunks...
Confronted yet again with evidence, this time far more incontrovertible than before, Drew sought out the counsel of his old high school pal and college roommate, Dr. Doug Loomis. Meeting at a bar several blocks from Doug’s practice, the two drank their first beers in near silence before Doug finally broke the ice. “From what you told me on the phone, it does sound like you’re right about her screwing around. So what did y...
