Table of Contents
WHO IS LOGAN WOODS? Title Page
She's Not a Slut
Amber's Fantasy
The Loving Arms of a Stranger
Summer With Mrs. Taylor
Forbidden Fantasies
About Logan Woods
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MISERY
“I don’t know why you’re making such an issue of this, Mark,” Sandra said bitterly. “I’ve told you over and over that I don’t have any sexual fantasies. It’s not that big a deal, so why do you have to keep beating a dead horse?”
The couple was as far apart as they could get in the king-size bed without falling off their respective sides. Their inability to communicate on this issue was clouding their otherwise comfortable marriage and making them both miserable. Both were aware that it desperately needed to be resolved, but both had allowed their anger to override their reasoning processes and the bitterness was building.
What was sad was that what was happening in their bedroom was happening to perhaps tens of thousands of other soon-to-be-divorced couples in their bedrooms as well. Both sides of the subject had some legitimate reason for the difference of opinion, and both sides had built unreasoning defenses to conceal their very real fears, fears that they felt were too personal to share.
Sandra did indeed have sexual fantasies, but they made her feel dirty and slutty, character traits she had been trained from birth to abhor. Traits that her parents and her society as a whole had convinced her were unnatural and perverse.
As a result of her conflicted feelings, she had stopped having oral sex with Mark, something she had truly enjoyed until their arguments had driven her to so much introspection about their love life.
Mark had asked the question the first time innocently enough, hoping to add a little spice to their sex play. When Sandra had become resentful of his inquiries, his insecurities about his own desirability as a man had quickly expanded, and he feared that Sandra’s diminishing interest in sex of any kind was an indication that she had fallen in love with another man.
Sandra had given him no reason to believe that. To put it tritely, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Angrily, Mark leaned over and turned off the lamp by his bed, leaving their room in total darkness except for the shadowed light of the moon drifting in through their bedroom window. The silence was so thick it was palpable.
Sandra’s muffled sobs pierced Mark’s heart like a jagged shard of glass, sparking an unreasonable anger that was accentuated by the tears in his own eyes – something he did not want Sandra to be aware of.
REVELATIONS IN THE DARKNESS
In desperation, Mark sprang out of bed, grabbing only a pair of jeans from the chair nearby and hurriedly slipping them on over his naked body before stalking out of the bedroom. His bare feet didn’t make a satisfying ‘stomp’ sound on the hall carpet, further agitating him.
Mark went to the refrigerator and grabbed two ice cold beers and then went out the back door in the kitchen, into the sweltering Florida night. He made a beeline to his personal refuge, his own concept of a Japanese rock garden. His garden bore little resemblance to anything one would expect from a truly authentic garden, but it soothed Mark, and that was its purpose.
The ‘garden’ took up a large square of the back yard. The enclosure was surrounded by an eight foot high cedar fence, and inside the gate there was a small room (no roof) about four feet wide and eight feet long. There were pegs on one side where several fresh one-size-fits-all kimonos hung, and a plain wooden sign with the legend ‘Kimonos only beyond this point’ stenciled on it.
Mark’s original concept had been that there would never be any clothing permitted in his garden once the walls were erected. It didn’t have to make sense; it was something that clearly marked the area as his own.
Not that it made any difference. To date, no one had entered the garden but Mark.
He had killed off all the grass and laid a layer of pure white sand, which he kept neatly raked, over the square. He had then built a half-recessed cross between a hot tub and a pool in the nearest corner to the house out of flat chunks of sandstone and then lined it with pool plaster. A large and perfectly trimmed weeping willow offered shade during the worst of the heat of the day. He had constructed a waterfall to feed the hot tub out of the same stone, the filtration system and pumps for the tub cleverly concealed in the base.
When all else was ready, he spent weeks at a rock vendor (he still couldn’t get over the fact that there was such a thing), selecting interesting rocks that he placed strategically around the inside of the enclosure.
He slammed the gate angrily behind him and stripped off his jeans, slipping a clean silk kimono over his shoulders and leaving it hanging open because he intended to get into the water. Stopping long enough to take the cap off one of the beer bottles, he took off the kimono and tossed it across one of the cedar benches he had built and then clambered into the hot tub, still warm from the heat of the day.
The water, the beer, and the sound of the cicadas calmed him immediately, and his inner seething began to subside. He hated being at odds with Sandra.
The sound of a house door closing quietly caused him to hold his breath and concentrate his hearing. A spark of hope that Sandra felt as badly as he did about the argument and was coming outside to talk with him flared in his chest.
He heard the light sound of footsteps in the grass, and then the creak of the outer door of the cedar enclosure as it opened and shut. There was a muffled giggle from the changing room, and then the rustle of clothing as one of the kimonos was taken down from the peg.
A moment later the inner door opened, and Mark was astonished to see his next door neighbor, dressed in a brilliant green kimono, come walking through the sand of the garden.
Monica James, a tall, willowy blonde with pert breasts and a saucy swing to her well-shaped ass padded barefoot to the edge of the tub and reached for the unopened beer without asking.
“Are you and Sandra at it again?” she asked.
Mark’s jaw dropped in surprise. He knew Sandra and Monica were friends, but he hadn’t realized they were close enough to discuss the bitter personal feud between him and Sandra.
“Don’t look so shocked, sweetie,” Monica said. “Sandra tells me everything.”
She reached over and touched the water, sighed, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, causing the kimono to slide off and flutter down to the cedar bench.
Mark gasped. He had seen Monica in a bikini before, but he had never even imagined her naked. It was then that he realized that he was naked too, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Monica laughed and climbed into the tub, sitting directly across from him. Her body was spectacular, and the moonlight glinting on the water did nothing to conceal it. Mark crossed his legs, hoping that she hadn’t noticed his cock swelling. It was a false hope.
Arching one eyebrow, Monica stared directly at his erection appraisingly.
“Sandra wasn’t exaggerating, sweetie, you’re huge!”
“What are you doing here, Monica? John would kill me if he knew I was sitting in here naked with you in the dark!”
He suspected that, if John didn’t kill him, then Sandra would. The realization sent his spirit spiraling down in the darkness. Here was one more thing to make Sandra furious, and he hadn’t done a damned thing.
“I heard your door slam and then your gate slam, so I decided to come out here and save your marriage. You two are such a perfect couple, and I hate to see you split up over something so stupid.”
Mark was taken aback by Monica’s directness, but she had a reputation in the neighborhood for not mincing words. Most of the women didn’t get along with her.
“She’s not fucking around on you Mark, if you didn’t know that already.” The look on Monica’s face told him he should have known that all along.
“I…didn’t think that she was,” Mark sputtered, terrified that this perceptive woman could see through him as clearly as she could see through the water in the hot tub.
His own eyes were drawn to the vee where her legs came together and he was surprised to see that she was shaved smooth. Monica saw where his eyes were, and her lips curved in a thin smile. Her legs parted slightly to give him a better look.
“John figures that’s what’s keeping you from figuring out what’s bothering Sandra,” she said. “She loves you, Mark.”
Monica’s eyes dipped back towards his erection, now highly visible despite his best efforts to conceal it.
“And she certainly has reason to be worried about other women trying to seduce you if things keep going the way they are between you two.” Monica licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. “As a matter of fact, when we get this little problem between you and Sandra resolved, we’re going to have to talk about that a little more.”
She bent forward in the tub, and Mark felt the slender fingers of her hand encircling his swollen cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. Monica’s nipples hardened, but she relinquished her grip with a sigh and leaned back against the plaster of the pool wall.
“What you have to understand, sweetie, is that your wife actually has a really, really dirty mind.”
Mark’s shock was obvious. Monica giggled.
“After all the time you two have been together, you haven’t noticed?”
Mark shook his head no.
“Sweetie, Sandra stays horny. She absolutely adores taking you in her mouth, and she’s always had to fight the urge to let you cum in her mouth. And I suspect you would be surprised that, although she has never cheated on you, she has an insatiable curiosity about what sex with another man would be like.”
The revelations, one after another, were like hammer blows to Mark’s chest.
“Where did all this come from?” Mark whispered. “How do you know all this?”
He didn’t want to believe what he was hearing, but Monica’s words had the ring of truth.