Confrontation Stories

“So would you be prepared to help me Penny? To help us?”I was sitting in the bar of the gym club that my husband Peter and I belonged to, having a post-spinning-class glass of wine – okay a second glass of wine with my friend Julie.Julie was a close family friend, the blonde, petite, china-doll-pretty, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth estranged wife of my regular lover, Tony.Tony had left over a year ago because at the t...

After I finished the call to Penny I ran down the stairs to find Philip. He was in the kitchen checking the back door for any signs of damage. “I can't see anything,” he said without looking up. “Did Penny leave it open?” I shook my head. “No, Penny didn't come in while we were away and we didn't leave it open either.” Philip stopped instantly and stared at me, puzzled. “Well, there is no damage so if Penny hasn't been he...

Your kind of love snaps The back like Whiplash claiming All of my attentions but Returns none with A quickness that is Slow in purpose and Easily teases with its torments repeatedly Placed on random parts of My skin already Hot and bothered I Cannot seem to recover with Any form of grace causing Me bouts of furious femininity that Results in the parting of my thigh's flesh so That I can catch your eyes and The subtle sway...

I awoke in my favorite position, with my wife in my arms cupping her breast. I had no idea what time it was and didn't care. This is our vacation. Lying there listening to Ann purr, I thought about our first day of the cruise and how that all transpired. It was almost bizarre the way we ended up swapping wives without a word being said about it. There was definitely some chemistry there, some unspoken language. The gentle...