Sex in Montpellier

Chapter Six

The Harley throbbed to life as Mike passed the bar. He could feel Kyle’s puzzlement and put a reassuring hand on his knee.

He swooped in and out of local traffic gracefully. Kyle’s new jacket protected him from the onrush of the air, the leather was stiff, and felt like armor. He wondered where they were going, but trusted Mike.

He reflected upon their conversations as Mike pulled onto SR 14 and headed east.

Past Camas, he pulled into the quiet little community of Washougal, Washington. (continue reading…)

A lone tear trickled down the corner of Mandi”s eye as she stared into the dwindling fire. She was laying on her side with Chris, a perfect stranger in more ways than one and a new client for her company spooned behind her. The snowstorm had given them both an opportunity to explore their new relationship and each other but for Mandi deep seeded doubts about her unfulfilling and loveless marriage resurfaced in a new light. Someone had treated her like a goddess and wantonly administered more pleasure to her than she had ever experienced before in her life. She wondered if it was the lack of attention that she received in her mentally abusive marriage or Chris” charming ways that opened her body and mind to such pleasures. Strangely she felt no guilt but sadness at wondering if this moment in her life would end with Chris and her life would once again be plunged into mundane servitude to a marriage she had committed over half of her life to. (continue reading…)

He gave a gasp as he pumped the last of his semen into me, then with a cry of “Oh Cassie,” he relaxed. We lay buried in the sweet smelling grass just above the sandbank by the bend in the river. I stroked his hair and face as he lay on me, his shaft still in me, slowly slackening.

It had been sweet, almost bittersweet. It had been thirty years before when I had lost my virginity to Matt on this very spot. It was here that Matt had made me pregnant for the first time, and here were the Parson had married us. This spot by the river had been almost sacred to Matt and I, the place where we loved and where we engaged in our favourite pass time of fishing. (continue reading…)

“Damnit!” Catherine exclaimed as the wrench slipped and her knuckles scraped violently across the faucet handles. She dropped the heavy silver tool into the sink with a loud clang as she recoiled. Her hand drew up, curled and hiding the hurt. With the other she gently eased open her fingers. She stared down at the torn flesh across her knuckles and brought them to her lips.

The angry flesh stung as her tongue tasted the coppery tinge of her blood. She sucked until the hurt subsided into a dull ache. (continue reading…)

“How’d you like to get hold of that?” Roger Goins asked as he stirred his fresh drink.

Roger was one of those guys who always talked about strange pussy, but never seemed to make an attempt to get any. He was too pussy-whipped by his wife, Elaine, to take a chance.

Me, I was on the look out all the time—but so was my wife, Shirley. It took about fifty years and four marriages for me to learn that a woman who liked to fuck all the time—the only kind I wanted to be married to—was going to fuck somebody else every now and then. So here I was at sixty, on my fifth marriage, with a forty-two year old sex-pot who liked to swing. But that was okay with me, because I always knew who she was fucking when she wasn’t fucking me. Plus, the guys she chose all had wives for me, most of them really nice looking and hot as hell. Those of us who swapped kept it secret from Roger and Elaine. Elaine would probably have been all for it, but Roger was too insecure for anything like that. (continue reading…)

She woke up slowly, with last nights drinking taking its toll, rolled on her side to touch him. His space was empty. His pillow cold beneath her fingertips and she felt the sharp pang of disappointment. Bobbie ran her hand across his pillow, “hmm,” breathing in his after shave when her fingers ran across something out of place.

It was a small business card with something printed on it. “Good morning “Beautiful, hope you remember last night’s bet and your subsequent loss. As you remember, you must fulfill whatever asked of you today. Under my pillow is the panties you are allowed to wear for today’s assignment.” (continue reading…)

Mary cried and cried until she just couldn’t cry any more. Her face was red and marked with the water from those tears. She tried to tell her husband that she hadn’t done anything wrong but as she sat at the kitchen table drinking her hot tea, she looked back at what had happened and she realized how bad it looked.

Even if it were true that she hadn’t had sex with Jack, or anyone else for that matter it sure didn’t look that way. The fact that she had lied to Bud telling him she was having brunch with her best friend Ann when she wasn’t and then Phil Ann’s husband had seen her at the mall going into the movies didn’t help. Bud would want to know why she had to lie to go to the movies? She must have been doing something else too. But the true was she was supposed to be with Ann but instead she was at the mall just covering for Ann. She knew Bud would wonder where else that she was that day, that maybe she was with Jack. (continue reading…)

As I entered my house to find Carla, in the lounge talking on the phone, she gave me a quick smile and nod as she talked. I listened to one side of her conversation.

“He’s just arrived now.”

“No, I got Phil to take the children back to our place, they have no idea what’s going on, we just told them that Caitlin wasn’t well. Roger will have to go and see them later.”

“We’ve called the doctor to her, he should be here soon. But we don’t want him giving her too many pills and things in the condition her minds in at the moment. Perhaps Rog will be able to calm her down a bit.” (continue reading…)

It had been a couple of years since I’d last seen Erika and to be honest I didn’t expect to ever hear from her again. Time had passed, fleetingly as is the nature of time when you reach the forty something stage of life and I’d just sort of let Erika drift away from me as the days slipped by.

I’d worked at the same establishment as the busty blonde and I’d developed a bit of a ‘thing’ for her. I’d made my feelings pretty clear and even though Erika was spoken for, it appeared that she wasn’t averse to any advances that I made. (continue reading…)

Work was dragging me down, so I told my boss I was going to take my reports with me and get out of the office for a while. He agreed as long as I filed the reports by the same time as usual. I said I would and took my laptop and cell phone and headed to the park. It was about 10:35 am and the park was quiet except for a guy throwing a Frisbee with his dog. They were just starting out as the man had to practically teach the dog to fetch the Frisbee. I parked my pick up where no one else was parked so I could work in peace and not appear like some pervert trying to eavesdrop on people in the park. (continue reading…)