Julian My wife's name is Liliana. She's thirty-eight years old, and she is a gorgeous woman. We've been married for ten years now and have a son. We are a perfect couple in every way, with one exception. Long before we met, she had a relationship with another man but didn't get married to him. However, she had not been able to forget his well-endowed sexual equipment. On the other hand, I must accept that my penis is smal...

Sedulous Boss Chapter 2 Liliana It's been a few months since Julian told me about his fantasies, and we've decided to bring them to life. Our lifestyle looks more promising with every step we take. However, for the first time since I started sleeping with Mark, my husband's boss and my current lover, I was having some thoughts that were consuming me. One of those Friday nights when Mark couldn't come home, I was in the li...

Sedulous Boss Chapter 3 Liliana Mark's presence filled our foyer like a thunderstorm, all masculine confidence and barely contained sexual energy. He arrived precisely at seven, as had become his custom, the expensive cologne preceding him through the door in a wave of sandalwood and promise. I felt my pulse quicken at the sight of him—the broad shoulders filling out his tailored shirt, the predatory smile that spoke of h...

Sedulous Boss Chapter 4 Liliana Morning light filtered through our kitchen windows like honey through gauze, casting everything in the kind of golden glow that should have made the scene feel peaceful and domestic. I moved through my routine with practiced efficiency: measuring coffee grounds, filling the reservoir, setting out cream and sugar on the granite counter. The familiar ritual should have been comforting, but th...

A Julian's Story I've come to believe that women's intuition is a force beyond logical debate or rational understanding. My wife Liliana possesses it with frightening accuracy, particularly when it comes to desire. Shortly after I revealed my deepest fantasies to her, she unearthed layers of my sexuality I hadn't yet recognized in myself. Her discoveries weren't random; they were excavations of truth, revealing how perfec...

# Scene 1 Julian's key turned in the lock just past midnight, his shoulders heavy with the weight of a three-day business trip and the small carryon he'd refused to check. The house was dimmer than he expected—only the hallway light left on—but not silent. Above him, the ceiling creaked with rhythmic persistence. Then came a muffled cry—distinctly feminine, unmistakably his wife—followed by a deeper grunt that belonged to...