About six months after my divorce, I decided to accept the company’s long-standing offer and transfer to New York. Being a small-town guy from the Midwest, I was a little intimidated about moving to such a big city, but I felt like the change would do me...
Takes up directly from Part 4. Now it was my turn to tell a story. So I told Vickie about the ride to the lagoon with the Nick, and stripping off our clothes, and swimming for awhile and then going ashore and sitting there naked and having lunch and smoki...
Takes right up from Part 3 “I wonder what the girls have been up to,” Nick had said. I had been wondering this myself all afternoon, during the long slow ride back from the lagoon where we’d spent the afternoon. I had a pretty good idea, however, that wh...
When I woke up the next morning the sun was already well up. With a jolt I glanced at the clock, afraid I would be late for my bike ride with Nick, but it was only 9 and I had plenty of time before meeting him at 10. I turned over at Vickie. She was still...
Part 2 takes up where Part 1 leaves off. A five-minute walk brought us back to the hotel. The girls and I headed down the long row of hedges that separated the patios outside each room from the palm grove near the shore, while Nick went inside. Tanya, lea...
It all started when my wife and I were on a vacation in the Dominican Republic. It was February, and very cold in Boston, where we had lived for many years after our marriage. On the spur of the moment we had decided to get away to someplace warm, so we g...
When I got home from Adam’s house I went straight to my room and fell into bed. It wasn’t that late but I was exhausted from the fucking he’d given me. I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up and looked around, the dim light in the room told me the sun...
Driving home from the mall I got to thinking about what I had done in less than a week: I’d had sex with three guys, including my best friend, a total stranger and my girlfriend’s father, and one woman, my girlfriend’s mother. It seemed like the only pers...
When I got home it was still only four in the afternoon. Had all that happened in just two hours, my fucking Dan and then getting fucked by him as I fucked his wife? Had it happened at all?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Was it really possib...
Instinctively I looked around for something to cover myself, but the cabana was bare except for a couple of pillows on a small chair near the window. I jumped up and scooted to the chair, sat down and put a pillow in my lap.“What the fuck, man?”Dan looked...
How I managed to drive home safely that night, I’ll never know. I tried to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept coming back to the fucking Dan had given me. The soreness in my ass didn’t help. Nor did the trickle of moisture I felt between my legs, whi...
Both Gil and I were quiet the rest of the way to his house. He had drunk a lot, and obviously needed to crash, and I was preoccupied with what had happened in the cabana. I couldn’t quite sort out my feelings, but one of them was definitely guilt and anot...
I had stumbled out of the cabana and headed back to the covered porch where everyone else had sought protection from the rain. My breath had come in snatches, not because of the exertion, but because I was still a little freaked out by what had happened i...
Like many married men, I was pretty happy during the early years of my marriage. We were very much in love, and everything seemed new and fresh and wonderful -- particularly where sex was concerned. Dana was a lively partner in bed; there wasn’t much I wa...
I don’t know why I didn’t just leave. Normally I don’t like being told what to do, and I certainly don’t like being pushed around, but for some reason I decided to make a one-time exception. I let go of the door handle and went back to the bedroom. He cam...
