Jack peeked out from underneath the covers at the digital clock on the night stand and moaned, “Six thirty already, what a day I have ahead of me.” He lay still for a couple of minutes before whipping back the covers so he could hop out of bed. He was just making a move to leave when a soft warm hand grabbed his arm and the silky smooth southern accent came lilting from the other side of the bed, “Jack, honey, you’re not gonna run off with giving me some morning sugah are ya?” He looked over his shoulder at the tousled blonde hair of his beautiful young wife and pleaded, “Not today, Cindy Lou, I’ve got to get to work, the boss wants to see me first thing.” With one smooth motion, she peeled back her side of the covers and exposed her nubile naked body, with the slim hips and large firm breasts. “Now, sugah,” she whispered, “can that mean old Mr. Owens offer you anything like this?” “Sweet jesus,” he said while sucking in is breath, “you know I can’t resist that, it’s just not fair.” “Honey,” she cooed, “everything’s fair in love and war, and this,” she said while running her hand up and down her perfect body, “is meant for love.”

Mary was depressed. No job, and nothing in sight. She was getting desperate. As she scanned the want ads for the 23rd time her eye caught sight of an ad she must have missed. It read, “Older, widowed lady needs live in female for general household duties and companionship. Will pay top dollar to the right person. Start right away. Call Mrs. Bradford at 555-1534.” Mary reread the ad several times trying to decide if she even wanted to get into domestic work. As hard up as she was, the words “top dollar” made her pick up the phone and dial the listed number. A minute later she had an appointment to meet Mrs. Bradford tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 o’clock. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but Mary really needed to get something going, and how hard could domestic work be?

At exactly three p.m. Mary was knocking on the big front door at the address Mrs. Bradford had given her over the phone the day before. The house was huge -- almost a mansion. This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for. Just then the door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her friend Cora Hilliard. Both women looked to be in their early sixties, but Mary was never very good at guessing peoples ages. Mary sat down in an over stuffed easy chair in the dimly lit parlor while the two ladies sat opposite her on a long sofa. After giving her vital information -- age, education, work history, etc., Zoe Bradford explained what her duties would be if she took the job. In addition to general cleaning, she would be required to make the meals, grocery shop, and generally run the basic household on a day to day basis. Most of her evenings would be free and she would have Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday off. Of course her room and board would be free and she would pretty much have the run of the house.

I knew my package would be arriving today. I was so excited. I ordered one of those jackrabbit toys my friend had told me about and was ready to have the time of my life. I waited by the door in my robe. Why even get dressed, I was just going open the box and hop into bed. I’d been drooling about this since I ordered it online. It had everything from rotating, to vibrating, to heat and you could set the ears to your preference. I shivered just thinking about it. I know it sounds silly, me sitting at my dining room table, in my robe, completely wet thinking about a toy. But it had been ages since I’d had sex and my fingers were tired.

“What’s the matter, Jan,” Alana asked while maneuvering her new SUV through suburban traffic, “you haven’t said three words since we left home, and if I didn’t know better I’d say that you look a little flushed.” Lost in though, Jan didn’t even acknowledge Alana’s question until she felt her friend give her a poke in the ribs and repeat her question. “Uh, oh sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Jan replied, “I was just thinking.” “Thinking,” she shot back, “about what, for god’s sakes, we’re two women of age and we’re going shopping using our husband’s money, now tell me, what in the heck could be better than that?” Jan threw her head back and gave a short laugh but then replied staidly, “Well, I guess I am a little bit in the dumps, Hank had to leave the house early today and I just miss him that’s all.” They drove in silence for a minute or so until Alana offered, “So you missed out on your morning sugar, huh?” Jan looked over at her friend and just rolled her eyes before saying, “You’re incorrigible, do you know that?” Alana made a show of acting hurt and answered, “Me, what ever are you talking about, all I did was make a perfectly reasonable observation, nothing more or nothing less, that’s all.”

Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job in such a short period of time. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only dreamed of. As the bus swayed to and fro as it passed over the Chicago River bridge, Robin thought that the only real problem she had since moving to The Big Windy was the lack of any real social life. By now she had hoped to have made some close friends, but it just hadn’t worked out that way with the workload she was carrying.

“Julia, I must say that the table looks absolutely divine,” gushed her good friend Minerva. “I second that motion,” Abra rejoined enthusiastically, “I don’t know how you do it, but every time I eat here it’s like dining at The Rainbow Room.” Julia took her seat at the head of the table as her three dinner companions took theirs, that being Abra, Minerva, and last but certainly not least, Rhonda, who of course every one called Roni. As was their usual custom, they were all dressed up for their once a month dinner party. “So, Julia,” Abra asked, “what’s on the menu for this evening?” “Are you referring to the dinner menu or dessert?” Julia replied with a laugh. “Either one or both,” Abra retorted. “Well then,” Julia responded, “I guess I’ll answer both of your questions, for dinner it’s poached salmon with almonds, and for dessert, it’s, well let me show you, Mia darling, you may start bringing in the dinner.”

I work the late shift. I hate it for the most part. But there are a few perks like less traffic on the way home and I get to walk into my bedroom and watch my sexy woman sleep. Sounds weird I know, but there’s nothing quite like waking her up to have sex. I tossed my coat over the back of the couch and made my way into the bedroom. There she was, laying there, the sheets barely covering her naked body. The sight of her sleeping always gets me hot. I don’t know if it’s because she’s helpless lying there or if its cause I can look long and hard at her without her wondering what the hell I was thinking. Her curves showed right through the sheets. She’d left the lamp on and the light danced across her, she obviously fell asleep reading again. She always tried to stay awake until I got home.

The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of Terry Peak, and although it was late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the South Dakota mountain side. I had been looking forward to the solitude of the mountains all week and relished the thought of two days away from the office. I adjusted my backpack, picked up my walking stick and set off at an easy gait. Being the youngest member of an old line Rapid City law firm was an honor to be sure, but it also meant that the usual and mundane cases were thrown my way, for this reason this weekend of climbing would take my mind off the sometimes boring humdrum of the weekly grind. While the Black Hills mountains are no Pikes Peak, they can quickly tucker you out if you’re not in climbing shape, and as such, after about one hour I was ready to take a break. I pulled off the trail and looked for a good spot to rest my legs. As I sat on a rock eating a banana, I heard a giggle coming from a thicket about thirty yards farther off the trail, it sounded like a female laugh, which was followed by another noise that sounded more like a groan. I got up and went to investigate, and as I peered through the bushes I got the surprise of my life. Two women not more than 50 feet from me were on a large red blanket naked as jaybirds. It was quite obvious that they weren’t just sunbathing, as the blond had her mouth buried in the brunette’s pussy! The dark haired girl was moaning and twisting her nipples as her lover ate her for all it was worth, and I got an immediate hard on just watching the two go at it.