Storage closet Stories

As I was celebrating my tenth anniversary with my beautiful wife, I happened to glance up toward the door. I stopped mid-sentence and gawked uncomfortably at the redhead standing near the hostess stand. Her hair was shorter, falling just over her shoulders rather than teasing the top of her ass as it once had. It had been fifteen years since I’d seen her, but it felt like fifteen minutes. “Hey, earth to Gary,” a voice int...