David wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a faint smear of paint across his temple. The afternoon sun blazed through the front room window of the empty house he was working on, turning the space into an oven. He'd been at it since early morning, cutting in around the window frames, rolling the walls with fresh emulsion paint, and the heat was relentless. He'd stripped his shirt off an hour...

Day Two: Saturday I woke slowly, awareness returning in layers. The scent of Donna's hair, familiar now, intoxicating, reminded me that this was not the normal run of the mill mornings. We had pushed down the white sheets, during the night, leaving our naked bodies exposed to the fresh sunlight. Her back pressed against my chest, and my arm draped gently over her waist. Through the tall windows, the morning Italian light...

The Monday morning traffic was heavier than usual, a slow-moving chain of cars and frustration that crept along the motorway at a pace that saw my anxiety creep up the scale with each passing minute. My wife sat beside me in the driver's seat, her hands relaxed on the wheel, completely unaware of the tension building inside me. "It's unusual for you to have to go see a client like this," she said, glancing at the brake li...

Chapter Six: Farewell to Kent – for now Rachel woke slowly, awareness returning in gentle waves. The bedroom was filled with soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting everything in a warm golden glow. She lay still for a moment, taking inventory of her body. Her buttocks throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache from yesterday's canings and paddling. Her muscles felt pleasantly sore from the hours of sexual a...

Chapter 3: Rolling the Dice John pulled up to the house just after nine on the Friday morning, the familiar crunch of gravel under his tyres broke the silence once again. Yvonne had left early that morning for her sister's, kissing him goodbye with a reminder to "enjoy the peace and quiet." It was certain she did not know what kind of peace he was hoping for. Thank goodness wives could not read minds. He let himself in wi...

Chapter Five: An Evening of Escalating Pleasures The early evening sun was beginning to slant through the windows when Rachel and Andy finally returned to the house. They'd spent hours wandering through London, the Tate Modern, a walk along the South Bank, coffee in Covent Garden, and an early dinner in Maiden Lane. Along with that they had visited some lovely shops, and Rachel’s wardrobe was slowly expanding. Rachel's fe...

John pulled up to the house just after nine in his car, the June sun already climbing high in a cloudless sky. He sat in the car for a moment, engine ticking as it cooled, and tried to steady his breathing. Last night had been torture, lying next to Yvonne, pretending everything was normal, when all he could think about was Jackie. The taste of her on his tongue. The sound of her crying out his name. The way she'd looked...

Chapter Four: Rachel's gets more than she expected when she visits Andy The train made its way through the Kent countryside, and Rachel watched the fields pass in front of her window. Three months. Three months since her time in Greece, three months since she had lain in Andy’s arms. Three months since Andy had freed her inner passions and fulfilled her needs so wonderfully. She shifted in her seat, feeling a flutter of a...

The June sun blazed through the bare windows of the living room, turning the empty space into an oven. Jackie pushed open the front door and felt the wall of heat hit her immediately. "Christ, it's like a sauna in here," she said, dropping her bag of painting supplies on the dusty floorboards. John followed behind her, carrying the stepladder and a couple of paint trays. "Should've started earlier. It's going to be brutal...

Chapter Three: Andy’s Terrace Rachel woke to her husband's hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. "Come on," he said. "I thought we could go into town again this morning. No football again today, and the lads aren't back from their trip until just after lunch." Rachel blinked, momentarily disoriented. This was the third day in a row. For the first two of those her husband had stayed with her all day, taking her i...

The Forfeit The ice in my gin and tonic had long since melted by the time Maddy pulled out her phone. We'd been nursing our drinks for the better part of an hour, the three of us sprawled across the corner sofa in the hotel bar just relaxing and unwinding at the end of a busy month Our sales meeting had all been on a very positive note that afternoon up that afternoon, and tradition dictated we sat and compared turnover o...

Rachel woke late the next morning to sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains and the sound of her husband moving around in the kitchen. For a moment, she lay still, feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles, the slight tenderness between her legs, reminders of yesterday's adventure. She stretched like a cat, smiling at the ceiling, and her hand ran down below her waist. No stubble, lovely and smooth. It felt good....

The morning sun was already warm on Rachel's skin as she lay stretched across the lounger beside the villa's pool, her bright blue bikini bright against her tanned skin. The cicadas had begun their relentless song in the olive trees beyond the whitewashed walls, and somewhere in the distance, a church bell tolled the hour with lazy Mediterranean indifference. It was their summer holiday, a restful break for some sun and r...

The Saturday morning kitchen smelled of coffee and hot buttered toast, the same breakfast we'd been sharing on a Saturday morning for years. My wife sat across from me, scrolling through her phone while she ate, her attention somewhere else entirely. It was always somewhere else. She had been arranging a weekend trip with her sister for some time, going off to indulge in a couple of shared passions of stately homes and an...

I woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom window, warm and golden, painting stripes across the white sheets. For a moment, I lay still, my mid running through the events of yesterday and savouring the memories of last night. It was a heady mix of pleasure and emotions, discovering Toyah’s body, caressing her naked breasts, Toyah's body beneath mine, her whispered confession, the weight of her trust. I reached acros...