Jill emerges from the airport terminal, her eyes scanning the crowd for Jack, her heart pounding with anticipation. A week away from him was too long. Her voluptuous curves are hugged by tight yoga pants and a tank top that accentuates her breasts, nipples peaking against the thin fabric. She strides through the crowd, hips swaying, searching for her husband's captivating smile and broad shoulders. There. By the Starbucks...

The memory of the other night with Summer was imprinted in my mind, every detail replaying like a movie. I could still see her flawless body moving on my couch, fingers deep inside her as I watched, the lust in her eyes driving me wild. As I lounged in the morning light of my apartment, thoughts of Summer consumed me. My hand unconsciously traced the outline of my half-erect penis through my shorts, reliving the way she h...

The air in the Hawthorne residence was thick with sexual tension as Jack Hawthorne descended the stairs. He stopped abruptly in the doorway of the kitchen, his breath catching in his throat as he beheld the sensual sight before him. His wife, Jill, a voluptuous beauty, was bent over the granite kitchen island, her short sundress hiked up just enough to reveal her toned thighs and a glimpse of lace-trimmed panties. Her amp...

As I stepped into my apartment after work, the echoes of the day's events banged around in my mind. Summer's playful banter and actions all morning, and the lunchtime encounter that left me both bewildered and exhilarated—it all swirled in my head like a turbulent whirlwind. My thoughts circled back to that moment in the bathroom, where Summer had caught me jerking off, my hand wrapped around my aching cock. The memory se...

"Good morning, and welcome to The Book Worm," I said as the door chimed. "I'll be right with you." "But I need help right now," a familiar voice insists. Swiveling around, I spot April standing at the door, also known as my boss. "I don’t know how you've survived a year with that kind of customer service," she teases, walking over with a cup and a pastry box in hand. "Happy 1-year anniversary. I thought a cupcake and coff...

"I really wish this day were already over," I thought as I sat down at my desk. That’s pretty much what I think every morning. I shouldn’t complain too much; the pay is okay, the hours decent, but the work can be mind-numbingly boring. The reason I haven’t looked for a new job is because of Summer. She started about a year ago and sits at the desk next to me. Even though I am twenty years her senior, we became friends qui...