Fairway Fantasies: Part VII

"A couple’s getaway for her golf tournament unravels when a hidden discovery in their vacation rental threatens her career and exposes a dark secret that could shatter their marriage"

Morning arrived quickly, the weight of my new reality pressing down on me, a voyeur, a sleazy spy lurking in the shadows of my own marriage. It was a life I felt I hadn’t chosen but had been forced into, dragged there...

Boardrooms and Boudoirs – Part Six: Chapters 21-24

"Grace makes a plan to help Franz propose to Nadja"

Chapter Twenty-OneSince it was a short walk to Central Park, Grace decided they should head out on foot for their afternoon carriage ride. Donning light jackets and putting the kids in the double stroller, they walked west on 63rd Street...

Fairway Fantasies: Part V

"A couple’s getaway for her golf tournament unravels when a hidden discovery in their vacation rental threatens her career and exposes a dark secret that could shatter their marriage"

The tires gripped the asphalt as I merged onto I-4 from 95, the interstate stretching endlessly before us. We had left TPC Sawgrass an hour ago, with another hour left before reaching home in Orlando. The faint rattle of Denise’s...

Fairway Fantasies: Part IV

"A couple’s getaway for her golf tournament unravels when a hidden discovery in their vacation rental threatens her career and exposes a dark secret that could shatter their marriage"

My legs buckled beneath me, leaving me slumped against the machine’s dented casing, my entire body trembling in shock. Denise’s scream for Tommy, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, echoed endlessly in my mind, her voice flooding every...

Fairway Fantasies: Part III

"A couple’s getaway for her golf tournament unravels when a hidden discovery in their vacation rental threatens her career and exposes a dark secret that could shatter their marriage"

I stood frozen behind the contraption, torn between denial and inevitability, the empty wine glass she had carelessly handed me clutched in one hand while the other hovered over the worn red switch of the machine’s controller. Time seemed to...