Tandra was the effervescent little sister of my wife Sandra. Sandra and I met in high school. We dated all the way through college, and then we got married a couple of years after that. Tandra was only two years younger than Sandra, and while Sandra and Tandra were always close as sisters, they both had quite different styles and tastes in life, men, clothes and just about everything else. I am conservative in my approach...

I was minding my own business. It was a Saturday afternoon and Shari, my wife of about ten years, had taken off to go shopping at the mall. I finished up on some work-related stuff on the computer and decided to take a swim in our backyard pool. Since we live on the end of a cul-de-sac, there is not a back-yard neighbor who can see into our pool area, which I liked, since Shari and I often spent hours out by the pool, sim...

It was an unexpected knock on the door in the middle of summer. I’d separated from my wife two years earlier and hadn’t seen much of her family since, apart from her parents who I still called on regularly. (See the “Just Passing” series of stories ;-) ) I opened the door to see my ex’s sister Donna. “Hi John, I was just passing after visiting Sarah and thought I’d say hi and see how you are keeping,” she said I invited h...

Two weeks had passed since my wife and I had moved into her sister's house. The move from Florida to Texas was a big one, but so far it had paid off. Hope had got me a job with one of the contractors that fixed up the houses for her properties. The pay was good, and it felt good to be using my hands to work again.Desiree was doing great at Gary's firm, she was already on the list to get promoted. Things were looking like...

My wife, Jen has four terribly good-looking sisters, but I guess one of them stands out: Shannon. Their ancestors are Japanese, I think on her dad’s side, and of all of them, it was Shannon who kept those Asian facial traits. Shannon is the fourth sister, and she now lives in Paris as she’s doing a master degree there. I had the opportunity to visit France last summer. I went to Lyon to do a short summer course, and once...

"I can't believe we are doing this," I said shaking my head as we landed.  "You have said that fourteen times," Desiree said.  I could tell she was getting annoyed with me. At this point my argument was a non-factor, our house was sold, most of our belongings had either gone to Goodwill or sold with the house. All we had left of our life before this move was in our suitcases.  "It will be for a few months, six at the most...

Old man Eric was sitting in his favorite rocking chair on the patio of his deceased brother's holiday mansion. It was after lunchtime, but since he had slept in that day, keeping everyone – his granddaughter and her husband, mainly – worried whether they should check on him, he renounced to his daily nap. This way, he could, for once, read the newspaper without being bothered by his great-grandchildren who were a very liv...

Old man Eric lay in his bed, awake, unable to sleep, tossing and turning. It was one of these nights where the chirping of the cicadas simply would not lull him to sleep as it usually did. It rather kept him awake and his mind running busy revisiting memories of old days long gone. The sound of the Mistral blowing through the treetops of the olive and plane trees rustling in his ears like waves at the sea only made his re...

Eric was sitting in his patio rocking chair, lazily enjoying the afternoon sun and the Mistral breeze. Contented, he watched his great-grandchildren run around and play in the garden of his old mansion in Aubagne near Aix-en-Provence. With his belly well-stuffed with tomatoes and pickled olives from his own garden, fresh baguette, well-matured Banon cheese and glass of his favorite Châteuneuf-du-Pape, he allowed his old b...

Let me tell you a little about me, I just turned forty, married for sixteen years, and no kids. My wife in her day was a very attractive woman but lets just say she's far from what she used to be physically. To top it off she has little to no interest in sex. I may be forty but my sex drive is as strong as when I was half my age. I confess to a couple of affairs but they were few and far between. My wife was part of a big...