Who will keep Mrs. T happy when her husband is in Australia? When daddy's away will son Jimmy get to play? Will a July 4th bike ride with mom lead to a nightime ride?
My wife Maya is perfect, but our sex life had become comfortable, predictable. All that changed when I told her about my pathetic, leering coworker, Gary, and the way he stared at her picture. What began as a private joke—a secret game to play at the annual company barbecue—quickly spiraled into something more. Fueled by wine and a shared, illicit thrill, her innocent performance for an audience of one slob turned into a night of the most explosive, raw passion we’d ever known.
This story is a little bit offbeat for me. It's intended as an homage to a couple of excellent stories with similar themes published earlier by a couple of the best writers on SOL. Readers will recognize the genre as the story develops, but I don't intend to give it away at the outset. Warning to strokers: This story has some sexual content, but it is limited and slow to develop.
Jim was having a little bit of a hard time. He had been divorced for a while and had no new love on the horizon. Then he lost his job. Jim was a survivor. He started his own business, then he met Bonnie.