It was the next day, and Paul still hadn’t given me the slightest hint that it had been him. Of course, I hadn’t said a word either. I was terrified of what he would do if he ever found out that a stranger had broken in and used me like a cheap whore. Paul had gone to bed exhausted around ten, but I stayed up until nearly one in the morning, replaying every filthy second in my mind. He had never been like that before—ripp...

My husband, Paul, had been called away on a last-minute work emergency. “I’ll be gone at least until tomorrow night,” he sighed, kissing my cheek. But before rushing out the door, he paused, his lips brushing my ear. “Nadine… I know you’ve been eyeing those boys downstairs. Be nice for me, baby. Show them a really good time.” I simply smiled, already wet at the thought of our two young tenants — the ones I’d been teasing...

Cloie’s body shook violently as her first powerful orgasm crashed over her. Nadine withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, eagerly lapping up the flood of sweet juices as Cloie shuddered through wave after wave. They made love for hours — first slow and tender, then wild and frantic, devouring each other again and again until they collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied tangle. The next morning, sunlight streamed...