Cheating does not have to be having sex with someone other than your spouse, but rather cheating your spouse out of something. My name is Leonidas. I am sixty-seven fucking years old. I was sitting up in the recliner, bandaging my hands. I lost my touch, I cut both my hands sharpening my spear. I needed another Corona, but I couldn’t open it, I didn’t want to break my teeth trying to open one. Where the fuck was my brothe...

The following day, Thursday, was a typical day at work. Milan and I texted several times and made plans for Friday night. She explained that she would be busy Saturday night with her family as it was her mother’s birthday, and on Sunday she would be at the Temple most of the day again. Friday morning, we talked on the phone as we both drove to work. We made plans for dinner downtown but did not select a restaurant. Milan...

We entered the women's boutique so Brittney could get more candy. “Hi Gregg,” said Debbie. “I was sorry to hear about your wife’s passing.” As we talked, Brittney yelled, “Grandpa, we’re leaving.” “I’ll catch up,” I said. Debbie invited me to her office for coffee. “Cute pumpkin t-shirt,” she said rubbing my cock. “Let me ease your pain.” She dropped to her knees. Witch Debbie licked, sucked, and slurped until I knew it w...

We didn’t hang out. He didn’t call. I didn’t text. I’d say that I didn’t wait by the phone, but it's the 21st century; it stayed glued to my hand as I doomscrolled Twitter and compared myself to people on Instagram. Was I putting myself in a good place mentally? No. Was I going to do something about that? Also no. In the spirit of making bad choices while being emotional, I decided to go to Roy’s. Not to get laid. Just to...

I never expected to be a barfly, but it turned out to be a pretty good life choice. Six-year-old Sarah expected to be a Disney princess. Hell, I looked like one; Snow White, to be specific: black hair, pale complexion, rosy cheeks, ruby lips. My eyes are green, but outside of that? We could have been twins. Unfortunately, my prince turned out to be moonlighting in a whole library of other women's stories. So there I was,...

Milan called about 3:30 pm as she left the temple. “What can I bring for dinner? I’m on my way to the store, and then I’ll be over in less than an hour.” “I have everything we need for dinner,” I told her. “But stop at home and get your swimsuit. I’m poolside now.” We chatted some more as she drove home, and within forty minutes, Milan was coming through the living room French doors out to the pool. As I looked up, my jaw...

Since Trisha and I were going out for a nice dinner, and to meet my sons, I figured we’d take “the nice car,” and not the big Suburban I picked her up in at the airport. As we exited the mudroom into the four-car garage I told her we’d be taking the black car. “Oh, a Lexus! We have three Lexus lots,” she said, referring to the family car dealerships. “I don’t know much about the cars, but those locations are very profitab...

Over the next week and a half Trisha and I spoke every other night getting to know each other in detail and planning her upcoming visit to Oak Valley. I learned that she had two married sons (25 & 27) and two grandchildren, all living in the Santa Barbara area. Her deceased husband owned several auto dealerships, and she was grooming her sons to take over the business in a few years. She wants to retire at age sixty, in f...

The phone call came Sunday afternoon as I was watching a golf tournament on tv and dozing off in my leather recliner. “Can you drive me to Los Angeles in the morning,” said my eighty-seven-year-old father. “Scott is in the hospital,” he continued, referring to his younger brother. My Uncle Scott is ten years younger than my dad, but he has had more than his share of health issues. Unfortunately, my father’s side of the fa...

Week 3 Sofia I spent most of the rest of the day thinking about Sofia. It sounded like she was a willing participant, but I wondered if Owen was pressuring her. There was no doubt that I found the leggy blonde very attractive, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. If she was a willing temp wife, then I would be a very willing temp husband. I would also be perfectly content with just hanging out with her for a week....

I sat in my office, at my desk, going through the motions like I have for the last three years. I’m stuck in a morass of grief and loss. I’m no longer alive, I’m only existing. I continue though because people depend on me, people that I consider dear friends. Friends that have kept me functioning, if barely, since I lost her. Left to my own devices, I don’t know that I would still be here at all. Three years ago, my wife...

As a recent widower, my college-age daughter has been great about coming home to check up on me for the past three months. My wife of twenty-five years, her mother, Cherie, passed away unexpectedly due to cancer. She felt fine one day, the next day she was in the hospital, and then four days later she was gone. Being her senior year, Tasha had a trip planned with a group of sorority sisters to go to Cabo for the week, but...

When my wife died from breast cancer five years ago I was devastated. We had been married for nearly forty years, and it had been a good marriage in every way, including a very active and satisfying sex life which gave us both great pleasure. We weren’t swingers in the literal sense, but for the last ten years of our married life, we had enjoyed posting explicit photos and videos on a voyeur website for other’s enjoyment...