My stomach lurches as I read her text:This is Felicia, you fucking cheater. Yes, I know you are married. Unless you want me to tell your wife, meet me tonight at my apartment, to fulfill the fantasies of my choosing. Then, I will free you. Maybe.I keep reading and rereading her text as if it will somehow suddenly change. I am profusely perspiring. This can't be happening. How the fuck did she get my phone number? Of all t...

Carol flashes her phone to me, showing me that her husband is calling. I take a mental photograph of her screen, needing to remember his face and number. "Excuse me while I take this," she says politely. I nod my okay to her, pretending to search through my purse while hanging on her every word to him. I hear the disappointment in her voice as he obviously tells her he will be working late again. Sure you are working, bud...

As I look at my wife seductively patting the bed wanting me to fuck her, I can only think, I am so fucked! My ass is red, swollen, and covered in welts. I probably can't cum again tonight if my life depends on it. What the fuck am I going to do? Her smile turns into a frown as she says, "Don't you want me?" Think. Think. Think.  "Baby, of course, I want you. I am just surprised, that's all. You haven't been interested in...

He turns to me and snarls, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I smile sweetly, replying, "Your wife. Soon enough I will be 'doing your wife'." "You listen to me, you conniving bitch! You will stay away from Carol! Do you hear me?" he yells. I calmly reply, "No," and fold my hands on my lap in satisfaction. His heavy breathing and loud sighs pierce the deafening silence for the rest of the ride. Occasionally he sl...