Bree didn't have any tears left for her marriage. Her grief had turned into anger, and her desire for revenge far outweighed any sensible approach to getting back at her husband for betraying her. She hated herself for being kind and caring to the wrong man for years, and she wanted to show him the brutally devastating side of her. "Fuck your apology," she texted her husband, repeating the words out loud for her willing p...

Jake had never been inside her house before. He was nervous. He wondered what would happen if Sean came home while he was still there. He usually fucked other men’s wives with their knowledge. Suzy sensed his hesitancy. At the foot of the stairs, she kissed him. “It’s okay. I’m separated now, single, no longer married. Free to date whoever I want. Free to fuck whoever takes my fancy.” She grabbed his hand. “And you take m...

Meanwhile, as Carla put her name down for the Roulette Bed, Ronnie was resting on Jasmine’s bed. He was naked with her resting beside him. Both were in that state of post-coital bliss, arms around each other, satisfied, and relaxed. With them in the room stood Rob holding a tray with two tall glasses of refreshing red wine spritzers. He was also naked. Jasmine turned on her side and patted the chest of drawers beside her....

Financial District – Downtown It’s not Friday, but her tolerance for this place may not hold out until then. Since Monday, it has been a flood of meetings and crises, last-minute calls and bottomless emails. Eighteen paragraphs. Eighteen! Who has time to write, not much read, an eighteen paragraph email!? Delete. A strained huff escapes her—glossy hair flipped to one side on the twenty-seventh floor of Wells Fargo. She wo...

Another stupid argument. This time on the morning of Valentine's Day. Lara loved her boyfriend but was tired of the antagonism. There was always something to fight over, anything to get the upper hand and make the other have to reaffirm their love. Fuck this, and fuck him, she thought, bursting into tears while her hands struck the steering wheel. In her anger and frustration, an idea took hold of her mind. One that was d...

“Are you thinking about me? Thinking about what I’ve just been doing?” She stroked the hard plastic through my trousers. Her lips brushed my ear. “Is it your cock you imagine inside me, hmm, or his?” My heart quickened. She kissed me. “Are you excited when you taste his saltiness?” I moaned at the residue on her tongue. “Does being denied access to my pussy arouse you, my love?” Her sticky fingers dangled the tiny key in...

The warm water splashes across my skin as I carefully lather every square inch of my body. Savoring the feeling, I close my eyes and imagine him waiting for me in his large suburban home. My pussy tingles at the thought of him – his fit body, his beautiful cock. My cock. I run my hands across my modest breasts and feel my nipples harden as my fingers brush them. The sensation goes directly to my clit, and I selfishly begi...

They lay there together a while afterwards in silent reflection. Danny, reflecting on what he had done; wondering what Pandora’s box of potential troubles he had opened. Sandie, waiting for his reaction. She knew that this was a crucial juncture in their marriage. They were at a crossroads. The holiday had changed her life; opened up her marriage, and given her a sexual experience that would never be forgotten. Not only t...