It's another Monday morning. The start of another work week. Amara is sitting at her desk sipping her coffee and reading emails. She hears his voice. Her ears perk. Her nipples suddenly stand erect. She doesn't know what it is about his voice, but it sends electricity running through her body every time he speaks. "Hi Amara. How are you? Did you have a good weekend?" he asks. Amara smiles as she turns her chair towards hi...

The message arrived on a Wednesday evening, just as Alison was undressing for a bath. Four words lit her screen. After hours. My office. No greeting. No signature. No need. She sat on the edge of her bed, towel sliding loose around her hips, staring at the text with a pulse that suddenly wouldn’t steady. She should’ve ignored it—she knew she should. But the thought of Frederick alone in that vast office, waiting for her,...

In the days that followed, guilt became something I folded and tucked away like old letters in a drawer. Jack had claimed me again and again. Not every day, not every hour, but enough that I began to expect it. Enough that I stopped thinking “not now.” I wore my usual business attire, those fitted blouses, pencil skirts, low heels but I noticed now how his eyes scanned my body each time I walked in. And I’d stopped feelin...

The next morning, the layoffs were real. I returned to the office and found Jack packing. He called me in and we were both moving to his new office upstairs. As his assistant, I had to join him in same place. We packed all day. The new office was bigger, and better. By evening, everyone had left. I still had work to do and set up our office and work place. I texted my husband, "I’ll be late." Then Jack and I started organ...

My name is Alexis. I’m 36, married, and work in the corporate world—on the surface, just another responsible wife and mother. But beneath it? This is the story of how a traditional wife… became a hotwife. Before marriage, I had a deeply active sex life. I loved being wanted. Being touched. Being taken. But once I got married, it all changed. The passion faded. The heat died. The desire, at least from my husband, felt like...

Her inbox had pinged with a meeting request just after lunch. The subject line read: 3:30 PM. That was it. No text in the body of the email. No one else included. Jennifer knew what that meant. Mr. Hale wanted her in his office at 3:30 PM, in private. The clock struck 3:20 PM. An alert sounded. Jennifer quickly turned it off and rose from her desk, straightening her dress before making her way to the elevator, her heels c...

Amber was nervous for her first day. She wanted to come across as professional and polished, but in her interview, she could tell her new boss liked her breasts, and she wanted to do well. Didn't hurt that he was the sexiest man she had ever seen, the way he looked at her and his slow smile had made her mouth dry, and she had answered questions like a crazed idiot. Why she was given the job, she didn't know. After she had...

Seattle felt colder than it should in May. It wasn't the kind of chill that lingered in weather forecasts—it was something deeper, the sort that slipped beneath my skin, lingered beneath my clothes, and refused to leave. Quiet. Controlled. Restrained. It was as if the city itself was telling me to behave, to hold back the fire that had started quietly burning inside me. Shaurya and I had been here just shy of eight months...