“There’s a bartender in your lounge by the name of Ted,” Kevin spoke into the phone. “I don’t want any personal information. I just want to get a message to him.” “I’m not allowed to confirm anyone who works here,” the mature female voice intoned. “Okay, fine. Just write this down, and if a bartender named Ted happens to be employed there, pass him the message. The note should say that Kevin Williams, husband of Karla Wil...

“We need to get back on track,” Kevin said to his wife following their respective weekend experiences. “How do you mean?” “There’s somebody at the hotel where we first played.” “There is? Who?” “Do you remember the bartender? Ted?” “I remember him. He’s cute.” “I promised him I’d give him the complete lowdown the last time we were there. That was, what? Three months ago?” “Something like that. What’s ‘the complete lowdown...

“Kind of a rocky start,” Kevin observed to his wife the following morning as he poured a cup of coffee for her into a blue pottery mug.   Karla looked great to him. Her hair was tousled yet still had billows of auburn surrounding her face. She wore a simple, light, white peignoir that hid little of her features. She eased onto a stool at the breakfast bar and smiled as he handed her the mug.   “True,” she admitted after h...

“You are aware that this wasn’t supposed to happen like this?” Kevin told Karla the following Tuesday morning as they sat at their breakfast bar nursing hot coffee.   Kevin had taken a personal day. There would be no pressure for him to get to the office. He wanted to take some time with his wife to examine their current situation and the effects it might have on their relationship.   “Like what?” she asked.   “When we be...

“We need to host a holiday party,” Karla announced to Kevin nearly two months after their last meeting with Julian. “Okay,” Kevin said, unwilling to argue. “Who are you thinking of inviting?” “Well, Tom and Tanya, Don and Denise, Gary and Gloria, to start.” “Doesn’t sound too heavy a guest list.” “Well, those are the ones I thought of at first blush. I’m sure we can come up with others.” The sun beamed through the small k...

Would there be a next time? Karla smiled to herself. Oh, hell, YES! she thought. There would definitely be a next time. He has led her down this road and she wanted to explore its variations, every twist, turn, rise and expanse to its fullest. She loved Kevin to distraction. They were soul-mates. Sometimes she thought he could read her mind but not in this instance. He didn’t really understand how obsessed she had become....

When Julian left the room, Karla rolled over and hiked herself on some of the pillows. Her long fingers wiped viciously at her cheeks to remove the remnants of her tears. She took a series of deep breaths and then turned to look at Kevin. “Do you hate me now?” she asked. He chuckled. “Absolutely not. I love you more than ever.” “Did you see what a slut I was? I sucked his cock. Then I let him eat my pussy. I was the one w...

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Karla asked her husband. Kevin sat in a chair across the bedroom, still attired in his tux. He nodded. “Yes.” The voice was just a whisper. Karla was clad only in the black bra and panty set she had worn beneath her short cocktail dress, the black thigh-high stockings and the four-inch heels that gave her backside the tantalizing motion that beckoned her potential lover. She looked d...

The three women reappeared at Drew’s apartment nearly two hours after they left. They were laden with various colored bags and a few boxes. The contents excited them so much that they had to unpack each to show Drew and Micah what they had purchased. “How’s your checking account?” Micah asked Drew with a chuckle as the women displayed the various garments, undergarments, sleepwear, lingerie, shoes, and accoutrements amid...

“So, did the two of you have a good chat?” Cheryl asked Drew and Dana as she emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel, and finding the two of them seated on the sofa. “Yeah,” Drew smiled at her. “A little bit.” “What did you talk about?” “Life,” Drew replied, “Love. Needs and desires.” “You have needs and desires?” she asked him. He shook his head. “Not me. Life’s good for me. I can’t think of anything I want that I do...

Cheryl was withdrawn the following morning at brunch in the dining room. She’d barely spoken to Drew as they had showered, dressed, and prepared for the day. “What’s on today’s agenda?” Drew asked, trying to lighten the mood. Cheryl glared at him across the table. “You want to just tour around the island?” he suggested. “Or, maybe you’d prefer to spend it by the pool? This is our last day, you know.” Either she hadn’t mad...