Sunday morning crept in before dawn, the house still dark and quiet. I lay in our bed, rock-hard and restless, my mind replaying every second of yesterday. Steve had fucked me—really fucked me—and the guilt was already clawing at my chest. What was my wife going to think when she got home tomorrow? She was going to be broken. The thought twisted in my gut, but it couldn’t drown out the truth: I wasn’t done with him. Not e...

Sitting in my office, just another Monday—same as the last dozen. Married man in my 30s, beautiful wife, but man, life has gotten so boring. Same job for the last 5 years, same sex positions once a week for the past 8 years, same dinners. And God, do I hate these spreadsheets. I’m sure they’re important for something; one day I’ll find out. My phone buzzes. I pick it up. Some random text: “Hey dude, what’s the plan this w...

It's been about a week since my first encounter with Steve. I’ve snuck over a few times during lunch for some afternoon delight. Guilt has been overwhelming me, but at the same time, I think I’m starting to fall in love with him. He’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and the way he makes me feel is… intense passion is the only way I can describe it. Today is no different. My phone buzzes with a text from Steve: “Can you stop b...