Thirty-six Years Later

Walking through the kitchen door I discover my wife of 36 yrs standing in front of the kitchen sink washing dishes upon my return from work – making someone else rich.

Time had robbed her of her outer beauty no longer is she the willowly nineteen year old Angel my heart fell in love with – married.

Still in my minds eye I see her as she used to be standing there with her back to me; the curves of her hourglass figure clad in her favorite Victoria Secrets silk kimono.

Walking up behind my wife my arms slip around her waist. One hand goes north while the other hand heads south. Sighing ever so softly my wife leans back up against me as I bend over nuzzle her neck with my lips – breathe in her fresh and clean scent.

Until unable to wait any longer I pick her up within my arms; carry her into our bedroom they way I did 36 yrs ago on our wedding night.

He’ll Hath No Fury Than a Woman Scorned


I had only been waiting about ten minutes within the small lounge of the local pub and 20180311_101422grill that served the small town in which I’d grown up in; only to leave it behind in the dust the day after I’d graduated from high school. Not once had I ever dreamed of returning during my ten year absence; and the only reason I had returned now walked through the door dressed in a skimpy black dress that showed off her perfect hourglass figure.

Camilla looked even better than she did when her husband Rob and I were best friends and ended up competing with each other for her hand in marriage. Of course Rob had won Camilla hands down and I ended up leaving town with my tail between my legs to start a new life elsewhere.

Now that was all about to change.

Once Camilla and I were settled at our table in an out of the way corner of the pub where it was unlikely our conversation would be overheard. She leaned over towards me, after our waiter went to prepare the drinks we’d ordered, and said in a low voice, “You were right I finely caught Rob cheating on me.”

Camilla’s revelation didn’t surprise me in the least since Rob had carried out several affairs during and after the time we’d competed with each other over his current wife who now sat facing me from the other side of the table. I was sorely tempted to say, “I told you so!” Especially since I’d warned her about Rob’s penchant for sleeping around with each and every girl that caught his roaving eye and tickled his fancy – or rather made him hard.

But I didn’t, choosing, instead to remain humble as I asked my former best friend’s wife, “What do you plan to do about it.”

“To start with your going to make love to me!” Camilla answered in a straightforward manner that, quite frankly, took even me by surprise.

Of course her plan was as devious and vengeful as to be expected from a scorned woman. As in: Hell hath no fury then a woman scorned.

It was also quite simple and Rob was going to regret cheating on Camilla.

The first part of her plan included letting me have my way with her right there on top of my former best friends and competitor’s bed.

The second part of her plan (the part that would sting her cheating husband’s heart and knock the breath right out of him) was her decision to go with me when I left town to return home.

For a long moment I just sat there gazing into Camilla’s eyes, when at last she fell silent after outlining her plan of revenge, patiently awaiting my answer.

Finely all I could manage to get out was, “So when do we start?” As my heart began to burn with renewed passion and my face lit up with a smile of victory long deferred and impatiently awaited.



It was during a game of hide and seek that my partner and I like to play from time to time in order to hone and sharpen our skills. A past time that had become all the more important since our mutual enemy had nearly entrapped and killed both of us a few months earlier.

When I spotted an Hispanic goddess. Who was perhaps the most beautiful daughter of mother nature upon whose curves my sky blue eyes had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon. I was standing in line at the local Wally World when i first noticed her talking on her cell phone as she pulled her card out of her purse and swiped it to pay for her stuff then put it away.

With her long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail and the most perfect hourglass figure I’d seen in quite some time. She was a vision of absolute feminine perfection who soon proved to be a perfect ten squared, one of those rarest of all combinations of mother nature’s daughters who are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside, when she looked up and caught my eyes lingering upon her well defined womanly curves.

Instead of acting offended by rolling her eyes upward in disgust as many a woman has done in the past. She returned my smile with one of her own as a tenuous connection was established between us within just a couple of heartbeats. Seemingly the entire world lit up from the shear brilliance of her smile and the light of her inner beauty reflected within her eyes she stood there gazing into my sky blue eyes for only a second or two.

Just as soon as the connection was made between us she turned away and completed her transaction. Then glanced back at me and briefly nodded her head in encouragement before turning away and pushing her loaded down buggy away from the cash register and headed out of the store.

A few minutes later once again I unexpectedly came across the Hispanic goddess who had just finished loading up her SUV; and was about to climb up into the drivers seat when I approached her and struck up a conversation. Which went quite well as she agreed to meet me at the pub located inside the hotel where I was staying – hiding from my partner.

Having met at the pub a couple of hours later we sat across from each other gazing into each other’s eyes. As we became better aquinted while lingering over Pina Coladas hers with a splash of black berry and mine with a splash of peach – my all time favorite non alcoholic drink.

The time we spent together that afternoon was well worth the price of the drinks, since the chemistry between us was right, as we hit it off right from the start. So that we ended up in my room lying within each others arms between the sheets of my rented bed; where we made love to each other with our clothes scattered upon the carpeted floor.

After the mutual storm of our passions had resided we lay within each other’s arms while facing each other. “Goddess I could lay there and gaze into the expressive liquid pools of her eyes for an eternity and a day.” I thought to myself while wondering if perhaps this was the daughter of mother nature meant for me as I seriously considered bonding with her right then and there.

Only to watch as her eyes lit up from within with twin flames of fire the intensity of which could only mean one thing. Sure enough my suspicions were confirmed as her face lit up with a smile that literally lit up the entire room as her lips whispered, “Gotcha! Now it’s your turn to be it!”

After which the dancing twin flames within the well endowed daughter of mother nature’s eyes winked out as if they’d never been there in the first place. Who, now free of the influence of my partner, tightened her arms about me to prevent me from giving chase. As her lips whispered hungrily, “Now it’s my turn to make love to you!” Then placed a kiss upon my lips that was so intimately compelling that it relit the fires of passion smoldering within my heart.

No longer did I care if my partner made good her escape as the Hispanic goddess and I spent the rest of the afternoon and the evening making love to each other. Then fell asleep exhausted but sated (at least for the moment) with our bodies nestled together like a pair of spoons in a silverware drawer between the sheets of my rented bed.