I sat and watched in the armchair. Mascara ran down my wife’s face as I watched her sink to her knees beside the bed. Six men stood around her, like some ritual she’d been starving for her entire life. She took them eagerly, desperately, like she never wanted it to end. Moans filled the room. Grunts. Heavy breathing. Then came the mess of release splashing across ruined lipstick and trembling skin. Her wedding ring caught...

Things hadn't been right in my marriage for a long time. David had a cycle of quitting pornography for a few months, only to fall back into it. Recently, his social media had been filled with young women, most of them promoting their OnlyFans. I’ll admit, I was intimidated. I no longer had the slim, perky bodies of the women he was looking at online; mine was soft and motherly. It was taking a toll on my mental health. Th...

Almost four months had passed since that first night with Adam. Not his real name, obviously, but her husband insisted on an alias, amused or wounded when she spoke of him as “Lover.” She’d chosen Adam, a secret nod to the fact that he was her first real lover. They met every two weeks, mostly, sometimes more often, weekends when the timing worked. His apartment or a hotel, one of the nicer ones. Most times she spent the...

Hey! Over here! Yeah, hi! Hi. It’s great to see you. Give me a hug. How’re you doing? Great. How was your flight? Yeah? And your trip? Cool. No, it sounds… Well, sort of stressful to be honest. But it sounds like you got a lot of work done while you were there. Productive, right. But I bet you’re glad to be back home, though. Here, let me help you with your bags. There you go. Yeah, I know. No matter how fun traveling can...

Julie sat on the park bench until her fingers went numb from the cold. The sun had climbed higher, but the wind still carried a bite. She kept rereading Alex’s message, tracing the words like they might disappear if she looked away too long. “Hey Julie. Been a while. Saw you followed me and thought I’d say hi. Hope you’re doing okay.” Her thumb hovered over the reply box. She typed, deleted, typed again. She wanted to be...

It had only been a few days since that appointment at Jake’s clinic, but the rush still hadn’t faded. I thought the feeling would cool off, that I’d slip back into my good, controlled self. But before it could, another spark ignited. I was in the office restroom, smoothing down my pencil skirt in the mirror, giving myself one last check. At 38, eight years married, I still took pride in looking sharp, hair in a sleek bun,...

Lay has always been the perfect wife—at least, that's what everyone thinks. To the outside world, she's poised, elegant, with her long dark hair cascading down her back, her warm smile lighting up any room, and those deep brown eyes that seem to hold quiet secrets. We've been married for eight years now, and on the surface, everything looks idyllic. We have a comfortable home in the suburbs, steady jobs, and weekends fill...