I was enjoying a rare day off from work, sitting around the house in gym shorts, watching TV, sipping on a rum and Coke.

At the beep of a car horn, I looked up to see Margo pulling into the driveway. This day she was dressed down in a pair of black spandex bike shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt. She’s 23, seven years younger than myself, and definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She has a dark complexion, dark eyes, and coal-black hair cascading down to the middle of her back. At a neat five-foot-two and 105 pounds, she’s perfectly proportioned, and keeps no secrets about her 36C-24-34 statistics, which she works hard to maintain.

My wife and I have known Margo a long time and I’ve often fantasized about her, and how it would be for something to happen between us so long as... Read More