Sprawled on the sofa with the evening newspaper wouldn’t be everyone’s idea of an idyllic lifestyle. It wasn’t mine either, but I was tired after a long day on the site, I hadn’t changed my clothes and I was covered in dust from head to toe. The sofa suited me just fine. I had my kids for the midweek evenings while my ex worked the night shift at the local pub. My son, Gary, aged seven, had gone to his first training sess...

I woke at 4:00. I was in Jules’ bed. Jules’ arm lay across my chest as she slept, her breathing a cute cross between a whisper and a vesper. I remembered that I’d left my phone charging in the car, so I dragged on a shirt and trousers and went to retrieve it. Jules was waking as I returned to bed. “What’s the time?” she croaked. “A little after 4:00.” “Fuck! Are you ok?” “Yes. I always wake up around this time.” “Why?” “I...

I awoke to the sound of a shower running and reached for my phone. It had just turned 7:30. I texted Doug to say I’d be late. I then ordered coffee from room service and pulled on my trousers and shirt. I looked around the room and only saw Susan’s dress and shoes as they lay undisturbed on the carpet. We hadn’t made much of an impression on the floor. The bed, however, told a different tale. I sat on the side I had slept...

Groggily, my eyes opened. I momentarily struggled to recognise where I was. The bed was a warm and cosy haven that held me in its embrace. I saw the tangle of discarded clothing laying on the dark grey carpet in a haphazardly logical tableau. The final garment, a minuscule black lace thong, resting in a misshapen dream on top of my navy blue chinos. I was alone in Heather’s bed and I smiled as images from the previous eve...

“Why?” “I can’t say, Maria.” “But, Tony, I ……” I cut her off and walked out of the room. I didn’t trust her. I decided to hold fire. I’d keep an eye on developments. Luckily Brady had come to the office and was checking some information on the Hartford job with Barry. They called me as I passed and asked me to sit in with them. “Tony, Brady is looking for information on these,” Barry said pointing at his computer screen,...

I closed the bedroom door and locked it. I didn’t want us to be disturbed for a while. As horny as I was, I understood that this was a significant moment for Dan. His girlfriend had left him for some unfathomable reason, and he was vulnerable. The mother hen in me wanted to cuddle him and make him feel better. The wanton slut in me wanted to fuck his brains out. The combination of the two could be disastrous or wonderful,...

We made the last pit stop half an hour from our destination. I had moved to the back seat an hour before. The twins had kept after me, sneaking in little feels and accidental touches until I thought I was going to scream. They had me so damn horny that it was unbelievable. I had to move or give up. I chose to move, and as I did, I pointed a finger at them. “You two stay right where you are.” The raging erections and grins...

It was still dark when I woke up Saturday morning. I felt my Sweetheart stirring next to me. I kissed her on her cheek, and she mewed. She touched the side of my face. “Mmmm, good morning, Lover,” Cynthia said. “Don’t tickle me, please. This is urgent.” She slid out of bed and scooted into the bathroom. I heard some movement and water running in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and Cynthia emerged, hair framing her fac...

Driving to work the next morning, I was assessing my situation. According to Cynthia, our relationship began around the first of February. October would be eight months. Usually, couples celebrate six months or a year, but eight months is a bit unorthodox. Our relationship has been unorthodox. How do you explain you met your girl by hiring her as your live-in maid? Sounds kinky. I usually stop at the coffee pot on my way...

The long-awaited day of the reunion was finally here. At two on the dot, the six of us invaded the Ole Irishman’s Pub and Grill. The girls were all wrapped around each other laughing and hugging. Since we didn’t exist, Andrew, Tommy, and I introduced ourselves to each other. They thanked me for financing the party but said they would leave a nice tip. It was the least they could do. I didn’t want them to, but they insiste...