I had moved to Florida and built a house just as the market crashed in 2008. I lost a beautiful house, a slutty wife, and every dime I had all in about six months. I suppose I had always had a suppressed gay thing going on and was at a point where I thought, what the heck, at least I will test the water. I didn't have much else going for me but freedom right then. I figured at 50 I better experiment while I still had a li...

The Summer of seventy-five was a rough one. I was still licking my wounds after a bitter divorce at twenty-three and trying to regain my footing. I was staying at my childhood home while my parents were on an extended summer-long European vacation. Barbara had lived across the street from us since I was in junior high. She was the proverbial early sixties California surfer girl that the Beach Boys immortalized in song. Ir...

I had been married to my slut wife for seven years by the time we moved to Florida. There were signs from way back when we were dating that she was a sex-addicted exhibitionist. She just loved making out in public places with me from the very first time we met. At first, it made me a little uncomfortable, but seven years later I have accepted the fact she is a cock whore and slut. In fact, I am even enjoying it and have b...