Jim has lived alone for many years. For more years than he cares to remember. The past is closed to him, too painful for him to go there. Then a friend from that time contacts him and asks for a favour. Could Jim take someone in for him? Jim is reluctant, but his friend is desperate, so Jim agrees. Then she arrives.
Carl Beadle is hopelessly submissive to feminine power and authority, but hides his outward desires, transmitting his yearnings through written fantasies. A member of a writing guild, his deep desire for one obviously dominant woman, leads him to an act which results in those shielded but profound yearnings being exposed forever.
After establishing that my wife was cheating, I set up a bit of 'sting' operation. I even involved her lover's wife. Thus, When my wife and her lover stepped out of that hotel elevator, they had no idea what was in store for them. Things unfolded perfectly from my point of view.
They were friends in high school who went off to separate colleges after graduation. It's the first weekend back home for the summer and they were supposed to go to the park together. Then it rained. The rain doesn't necessarily have to spoil their day.
I already posted this story, but as I see that was too short. The original version is "Casusal Sex in Winter, in a Cold Car". But now much longer and detailed. That's pretty much what happened, with a little embellishment.
Ryan is looking forward to catching up with his wife in the bedroom when their son goes off to the grandparents' house for a few days. She sweetens the deal when she reveals that she has a plan for him to participate by proxy with their 18-year-old lesbian babysitter.