Diane Through the Looking Glas

I came home one afternoon to find the house empty. Then I remembered Diane had a meeting that afternoon for some organization or group she had been volunteering with recently.

I grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge, dropped my tie on the kitchen

The Orlando Trip Saturday Night

Saturday evening, after a nap back at the hotel Diane and I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about a nice hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to sho

Orlando Trip Saturday Morning

Saturday morning we woke up at the hotel in Orlando. Diane dressed in a pair of white short that just covered her ass and a button up denim shirt that she tied under her boobs. She wore her hair in a ponytail with a colorful band holding it. She was

The Orlando Trip

After our sexual experience in Atlanta at the Double Tree Hotel, Diane loosened up in her attitude and her choices in clothing. While we were in Atlanta we had gone shopping for a couple of new outfits that showed off more of her beautiful figure.

Tinkering in the shop

I have a woodworking shop that has an entrance off of our garage and has a garage door entrance that leads to the circular driveway. I like to spend some of my free time building wooden furniture, cabinets, toys and other things. Sometimes, because o

Saturday Morning

Oh, what a dream! I knew I was dreaming because I could feel the cool, crisp sheets and the fluffy pillow under my head. Someone was softly caressing my body. I could feel the small hand working its way across my chest, down to my belly and played ar

The Christmas Party

Damn, Don’t you look sexy as hell!” I exclaimed as my wife stepped out of our bedroom.

She had spent what seemed like two hours getting ready for her company Christmas party and was decked out in a little black dress that left very little to

Atlanta DoubleTree Hotel

I had to go to Atlanta on a business trip and decided to take my wife, Diane along since she was on vacation from work that same week. I knew that I would be staying at the DoubleTree in North Atlanta and that my work would take me to the multi-story

Gary

It all started innocently enough. I had moved to the small town where I spent my summer vacations with my grandparents and married a local girl a few years younger than myself.
I had lived in the town long enough to have made a number of friends bef