There was a different world beyond the heavy velvet curtains. A long, high-ceilinged empty corridor. The age of the building was more obvious – heavy flagstones on the floor, dimpled from four hundred years of heavy riding boots – and...
We stand at the bar for 10 minutes with his hand holding my elbow as if I might run away if he lets go. We rehearse the obligatory small talk. “It’s been so long,” “god, we’re old (29 has...
Previous chapter: My New Life As A Used Wife: Conclusion Part I Steve and Richard did keep coming up with ways to keep their harlot satisfied. Richard took me to a clothing optional resort in Cancun for a swinger’s convention....