The water was hot as it ran off the dirty plate, making a splashing sound as it landed in the sink’s basin. Colette and Steve had just finished dinner and it was clean-up time. With a brand new guitar the topic of dinner, Colette honestly was looking forward to learning how to play. She was thinking about this as she washed the dishes, but she was also thinking about a lot more. Colette had just made it home about ten min...

It had been a week since her experience with Vicky at the gym and longer, with Michelle at the store. Despite not physically seeing her, she loved it when the vivid images of Vicky would hit her out of nowhere. “I was so kinky… such a slut…,” she would say to herself. But Colette started to notice the memories were happening more and more frequently as time went on. During her commute into work, while on her lunch break o...

Colette had just left the gym, thoughts of Vicky fresh in her head. All she wanted to do was continue to reminisce on the intense experiences she just had, not to mention enjoy the smell of Vicky’s scents still lingering on her face and body. Unfortunately, traffic was heavier than she wanted, making her quite anxious to get home before Steve arrived. As she approached the driveway, she saw Steve was already home. "Damn,"...

Colette could see it was still raining outside her window. She was glad to be warm and dry, but she was still at the office, working. She also couldn't wait for the day to be over so she could get to the gym. Working out after work had become a regular activity for her, and it worked out well because Steve rarely got home until after 7:00. The rain had stopped outside. Colette looked at the clock and saw that it was almos...

At first glance of the room, anyone walking by the apartment window looking in would’ve thought it was cleaning day. There were a couple of small piles of clothes thrown on the floor and multiple cushions pulled off the couch. But looking further in, that glance would have also revealed two naked women entwined tightly on the ground, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. Colette, lying on one of the cushions, has a...

Colette lies in her bed, the soft cotton sheets caressing her skin. She’s smiling, her heart filled with contentment. Beside her, her husband, Steve, was breathing softly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. The room was dark except for a small bit of moonlight shining through a crack in the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her face. She loved this moment, quiet, their breathing audible, feeling warm and cozy...