It was a Tuesday evening and the late-October sky was quickly turning dark. I was leaving work when my phone buzzed. Christina: I’m feeling... frisky. Coffee? I looked down and laughed. I quickly responded, asking for an address. I then let her know that I was on my way. Twenty minutes later, I walked into a quaint independent coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a wine bar. I went to the counter and ordered a latte...

Kathryn and I had been married for five months. This was our first Christmas together. My previous wife passed away unexpectedly a decade ago. After several years of mourning, I decided I should start dating. A mutual friend introduced me to Kathryn. Despite living three hours away, we agreed to meet. The chemistry was off the charts. Things moved fast. We were married four months later. Kathryn’s job required significant...

It was Saturday afternoon. Ryan sat alone in the quiet of his living room, scrolling through emails on his phone, desperately trying to distract himself. The past seven days should have been uneventful. Sarah was visiting her parents. That normally meant a break from their usual routines, quiet evenings, and a little extra sleep. Instead, the week had ricocheted between temptation, confusion, and back again. He exhaled sl...

It was Thursday evening, and Ryan was restless. After Sunday, he thought the momentum would carry straight through the week. He envisioned text messages laced with innuendo and another wild night or two with Emily while Sarah was away. Instead, there’d been almost nothing. A few texts early in the week, a flicker of flirtation, and then silence. At first, he told himself it was fine. This was heavy, and they were still fi...

Ryan lay in bed, tangled in the sheets. Most Sunday mornings didn’t allow for this kind of laziness, but Sarah was out of town helping her parents for a week, and he was taking full advantage of the situation. He was so relaxed that he’d almost forgotten everything that transpired over the past week. He let his eyes drift shut again, sinking deeper into the pillow. A soft cough cut through the stillness. His eyes cracked...

The door clicked shut, and the house fell silent; the faint scent of Emily’s perfume lingered in the air. After what felt like an eternity, Ryan reached across the table. He closed the laptop and exhaled. He forced himself off the couch, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy. It didn’t work. The shirt she’d used to wipe herself clean lay crumpled on the floor, cum stains already evident on the dark cotton. Not far away...

It was a quiet Friday evening. Ryan thought he had the house to himself. His wife, Sarah, was away for the weekend with some friends from college. Wine tastings, a yoga workshop, and three days of girl time. He hadn’t expected another living soul until Sunday evening, which is why he was sprawled across the couch, clothes discarded on the floor, laptop on the edge of the coffee table. Sarah had left earlier that day, her...