Haitian Love Stories Ch. 06

It's Wednesday. My treat on Wednesdays is to have a coffee in front of the city council, at the cart that is placed in the central square. Walking down the main avenue, past the old jetty and away from the crowds, turning on my iZooma to interact with the stories and the news while sitting in front of the beach and drinking my coffee. It is a hidden place from tourists which in summer fill the beaches and the turquoise sea. I come here to watch the news of the day, drink my coffee and watch people sunbathe. The topless will never go out of style. I like the coffee cart. It has that air, so I'm sure it was a great time from the beginning of the millennium. After my coffee, I go to the antique market. Sometimes exciting things are found, but now it is fashionable to make holograms inspired by iPods' music. They are those nice square-shaped or rectangle devices from the beginning of the century used to store songs. I always wonder what the original owners thought when saving...

So just to put you in the picture if you didn't read part 1. My wife Deb, had fulfilled a fantasy by being a stripper for a group of strangers. Things had gone further than we'd planned and she had let one of the men, James cum inside her. Perhaps the biggest deal though is that she had mutually masturbated with our friend, John and even made him cum. This followed directly on from those events. Both Deb and I knew that the acid test for our friendship with John would be how we all felt when we met up. I suspect John knew this too and didn't want to jump in with both feet. A few days after the events at James's retirement John text me and asked if I fancied watching the game in the pub at the weekend. I agree, after all it was something we always did. Have a few beer, shoot the breeze. Deb agreed I should keep things as normal as possible and so on the Sunday I met up with my best friend. I made sue I was driving and so on soft drinks. Otherwise John would have had...

Author's note: Thank you for the love you showed to the previous chapter, dear readers! BlowPopJ - there's more of Mike and Ryan ahead :) Hutchison12 - I knew a lot of people would cheer for Mike and Ryan, and it makes me so happy! 1moeannie - and there is more of them as follows! Anon - you know something ;) And now please enjoy! Chapter Twenty-Three - A Little Help Adrian hadn't slept a wink all night long, tormented by questions and what-if scenarios. He couldn't, wouldn't allow himself regrets, but that was easier said than done. There was one particular thing that came back to haunt him over and over. Edward had said that he had decided on Sunday to call it quits, and yet, the next day, he had hurried to meet Adrian, go out to dinner with him, and later to bed. That didn't sound like someone who had made up his mind. It was irksome, and Adrian tossed and turned until he needed to get out of bed. He could always call Edward and ask for explanations, but h...

Pretext: We're both sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking our coffee. You've been turned on needing me since the night before because both of us were exhausted and couldn't stay awake. I've been turned on since the night before because I'm just always wanting you. You turn the tv off and turn to me, cuddling against my chest and talking to me about our day. Your hand slides under my shirt as we sit together, our usual watching tv position. My hand is resting on the back of your neck, rubbing comfortingly with my thumb the way you love. We talk about what we need to do, what we want to eat, the usual banter that gets us through our breakfast. Your hand slowly starts to stroke up and down my chest, gently rubbing my nipple when you reach it, settling deeper into my arms. Your warm sweater tickling my skin and your distracted touch start to have an affect on me. You watch me start to harden in my night boxers, aware again of the wetness dampening your p...

"Jake, stop looking at my ass and do your fucking job," Nadia Chaouni said, smiling and shaking her head. The young Moroccan Muslim woman rolled her eyes as her favorite co-worker, a certain six-foot-tall, dark and handsome Haitian, continued to gawk. Jacob Duchene leaned back in his chair, and continued to ogle his supervisor Nadia. The lady was mighty fine, and her Yoga pants seemed to have been painted on. Can Jacob really be blamed for, ahem, booty gawking? It was a rather quiet day at the Lisgar Call Center in downtown Ottawa. Winter had come to provincial Ontario, and everyone was frosty, reflecting the weather outside. There are hundreds of call center operators occupying five floors of the mid-sized building, with Canadian government workers taking the two topmost floors. Today, the phones were dead, with hardly any callers, and people were a bit more relaxed than usual. "Desole, mademoiselle, I was daydreaming," Jacob said with utmost insincerity, and Nora...