Jill Hastings slowly opened her eyes to the morning sunshine pouring into her bedroom window, stretched slowly with outstretched arms, and sighed softly. She glanced over at her husband’s side of the bed and found it empty. Damn, it’s golf-day Saturday, she recalled, then heard him rustling in the walk-in closet next to their spacious bathroom. The door slid open, and Steve walked out, dressed in his golf gear and tucking...

Lisa Swanson sat on her patio on an early summer’s evening, a glass of cabernet twirling slowly in her hand, as she gazed at her reflection in the patio doors. Still not bad for forty-six, she thought, eyeing her still firm 36D breasts, should-length brunette hair, librarian-but-still cute Kate Spade eyeglasses, and full lips made for kissing…or cock sucking, something she had not done for some time. That thought brought...