The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

1 Harriet knew that life had dealt her a harsh blow. Her husband Carsten Gaertner's stroke and incapacitation, at the early age of fifty-five, had left her to manage as best as she could in changed financial and family circumstances. Of her three children, only Lothar was still at home. He was a second-year student, at Heidelberg University, and he invariably travelled into the city with her; she to pursue her work and he his studies. Lothar would often stay over with friends, so he said; but she knew that a fellow student, Lisa, was the one who so often kept him with her. It was then that she felt the loneliness of an empty house the most, and in her life also. She was married, but her husband did not recognise her and that was the cruelest cut of all. She would visit him in the care home, where she would stay and talk as if to a blank wall. She; would rarely receive any response except the dart of Carsten's eyes in the direction of her voice. So, on a kiss to Carsten's ...

Note: This will be a longer story and is based on a true experience, only dramatised mildly to allow me to link into other potential stories. If you want a quick release, this likely isn't the story for you. **************************************** The clock felt as if it slowed every time I looked at it. My day was so dull, nothing was happening. Everyone seemed bored. I didn't want to be there. I was stuck in the humdrum of everyday life. I needed adventure. I needed action. I needed something to distract me. Suddenly, I was called into my boss's office, which made for a more interesting time; rather than clicking news links and pretending to be busy. It was that time of the month, I had to do quarterly reviews with the staff. My manager, Iman, a goddess of Indian descent, smiled at me earlier that day as she delivered mine. Her smooth, dark, flawless skin, just radiated as she smiled at me. She wore a beautiful, yet professional scarf loaded with colour and wrapped it ...

There are things about ourselves that we don't know. There are corners of our mind that are out of sight to us. Sometimes things just happen and they open whole new worlds to you. My wife, Carol and me, Dick, had a torrid sex life. Carol is a stunning brunette with long thick hair, firm tits, tight ass and the most beautiful skin. We did everything sexual we could imagine and then more. We had sex in the office, outdoors, in the car, vaginal, oral, mutual masturbation, everywhere every how. We were sex addicts. Carol loved being an exhibitionist and flirt I enthusiastically encouraged it. She would wear very short skirts, see through halter tops, and loved being out partying without underwear. The more outrageous the better. We lived in Boston and hung around with a party wild crowd. We went to parties nearly every weekend. There was usually lots of wine and pot available. The music ranged from country, to rock to sentimental love songs. Carol danced with all the guys. When she s...

My Sister's Ass Hi, I am a 24years old boy, studying out of town and going for corona vacations (lockdown). This story is between one and my sister who was 2year older than me. She was 26. It felt so good being home after being gone for so long. The lockdown prevented me from my normal holiday visits back home. I've missed my family, especially my sister. I had always had trust issues and let none of my friends become close enough to feel comfortable confiding in them. But luckily I've always had my sister. Being only two years older than me, we still had a lot in common everything with each other. Being gone so long made me miss our alone time sharing what was going on in our personal lives and seeking each other's advice. We were both in committed relationships but were missing our partners as my girlfriend couldn't make the trip with me and her boyfriend had gone home to spend spring break with his parents. After our parents had gone to bed, we spent a couple o...

CHAPTER FIVE: MARKED I was intent on finishing a letter for Mr. Wasson, sometimes struggling to make sense of his scribbling in the margins of the rough draft he had handed back to me. They each had their own little quirks, as was true of everyone. Mr. Wasson, for some reason, had a difficult time understanding how anyone would have a problem with his scratching handwriting, even if everyone, including Mr. Nolan, had complained about it. He stepped out of his office and came over to my secretarial/reception desk. "How's it going, Megan?" It needed to go out today and I understood that, but checking on my progress every couple minutes didn't make it go faster. I sighed, remembering that this was the burden of every hourly person under executives. At least, that's the way it felt. "Just finishing it up now, sir." I opened up a new email, attached the document to it, and pressed send. "You should have it now, sir." He stepped closer and kissed t...

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The Day After (Super Bowl and Us Three, the sequel) Monday morning. One eye open. Did that really happen? Before I could think over the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning and the happy day after, there she was: hot breath on my ear. "I got laid a bunch of times this weekend". Me: "So did I." "Not as many times as I did". Jesus she was suddenly on fire. Me: "Did you remember that you and I did it first, on Saturday morning?" The memory surfaces and then shows up on her face as she does the math."Oh my God..." She muses. "You've got to go to work.. I, on the other hand, will be hanging out with Rick all day." Rick, our guest and her new lover from Saturday night/Sunday morning, was sound asleep upstairs and now wasn't leaving town until Wednesday. She had a city and work campus tour planned with him. "I wanna ask you something. And I will respect your wishes if you say no. But you've given me a pass...