Chris plunged his hands into the steaming dishwater, letting the heat prickle his skin as he searched for the rough texture of a sponge beneath the suds. The water level sank and rose in tiny waves while his fingers probed the bottom of the sink, catching on the sharp edges of forgotten utensils. Already, faint sounds drifted from down the hall - a feminine giggle, a deeper chuckle, the soft creak of bedsprings starting t...

The pine-scented cleaning spray stung Chris's nostrils as he worked the mop across the hardwood floor, his muscles aching from an hour of domestic labor. The bedroom door creaked open behind him, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was Sandy - her presence always sent a shiver down his spine these days, a mixture of devotion and dread that made his stomach clench. When he finally looked up, the sight of her nearl...

Chris's knees ached as he knelt on the hard bathroom floor, a small brush clutched in his trembling hand as he worked at the stubborn grout between tiles. The sounds filtering through the wall made his stomach clench and his cock twitch simultaneously—Sandy's high-pitched moans, punctuated by the deep, possessive grunts of Marcus. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh formed a humiliating soundtrack to his menial l...

Chris's eyes peeled open at the first hint of dawn, his back screaming in protest from a night spent contorted on the too-small couch. The cushions, once plush and inviting, had become instruments of torture during the night, leaving him with knots in his shoulders and a dull ache that pulsed down his spine. He winced as he attempted to sit up, the punishment for another night banished from his marital bed—a bed where he...