I've been remembering a woman called Claire I had an affair with in my mid 30s. We were a similar age, I was married and she had a long-term boyfriend at the time. She had blondish hair, usually held in a ponytail, stood about 5'6 high, and was a size 12...
The weather was really hot over that summer and I tended to cycle down to the allotment in the evening in just a tshirt and shorts. One very warm evening I'd got down there later than normal and there were very few people about. I'd been digging for about...
It was during the first lockdown that my neighbour Derek asked me if Id look after his allotment for him. He lived next door with his wife, he wasn't that old but was isolating due to some condition he had and was worried about his allotment and didn't wa...
I wobbled my way back through the gardens feeling more pissed than I thought I was. The party had pretty much finished, the disco had stopped and most people had gone. I couldn’t see Mike or Bill and the staff were starting to clear away. the function roo...
When I got back down to the bar the party was still in full swing. I found myself a drink then wandered outside. I saw the two old guys chatting with their wives at a table and wondered if their other halves knew what they got up to. I rolled one of my oc...
Her friend had invited us to the wedding of her sister. I wasn’t that interested in going as it was likely to be a big family do and we wouldn’t really know anyone there. But it was at a hotel in the country which looked nice and I managed to book one of...
I had met a few guys off various chat sites as I started to finally explore my bi side. Most of them were married guys like me. Those sessions were over all too soon, nothing more than fumbles and the occasional suck which usually ended when I made the ot...
It was the warm weather, and a comment made to me by someone on here, that made me slip off this afternoon to some woods near me. I’d had a couple of encounters there in the past, but hadn’t been there for ages. I walked along the river and over the bridg...
I used to work in a theatre, selling programmes, drinks, ice creams and helping out with whatever needed doing around the place. After every the final show of every run there was a ‘last night party’, the bar stayed open and the drinks flowed. In one part...
