While Jim was downstairs, he stared at Sam's photo of the pen, breathing hard. Mindy was in the guest room. She doesn't have Sean's number, but she has something better, Sam's address. Mindy sat with a pad, her handwriting neat. She wasn't interested in sexting or games. She mapped out the scene of the betrayal. She knew exactly how far the colonial was from the beach bar. She knew the layout of the neighborhood. Mindy re...

Friday morning, Sam woke up tangled in the sheets, her body ached in that familiar, satisfied way. For a moment, she felt she had won, that she had channeled all energy back into her marriage. Then, she reached for her work phone on the nightstand. Apparently, Jim had sent a text from the night before. Jim (8:45 PM): I can still hear your breathing, Sam. I know you're sitting at dinner right now, looking at him, pretendin...

The continuation of the two couples and how their lives start to intertwine. If you haven't read the first three in the series, you might want to read them to get a better understanding of this next chapter. From the last paragraph That evening, Sam was extra sensitive to Sean because her guilt manifested as a quiet, domestic sweetness. She made dinner, asked about his day, and stayed off her phone. Sean didn't suspect a...

The continuation of the two couples and how their lives start to intertwine. If you haven't read the first two in the series, you might want to read them to get a better understanding of this next chapter. Sean went inside to find Sam stirring on the sofa. She rubbed her eyes, the living room lamp casting soft shadows across her face. "I'm so sorry, babe," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "The tequila and the sun...

Sitting in my office, just another Monday—same as the last dozen. Married man in my 30s, beautiful wife, but man, life has gotten so boring. Same job for the last 5 years, same sex positions once a week for the past 8 years, same dinners. And God, do I hate these spreadsheets. I’m sure they’re important for something; one day I’ll find out. My phone buzzes. I pick it up. Some random text: “Hey dude, what’s the plan this w...

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hotel room as Addie stretched out on the queen-sized bed, her laptop abandoned beside her. Vibrant red, orange, and pink streaks of light splashed off the windowsill and onto her floor. Addie's day of training had been as tedious as she'd feared. The last 9 hours had been filled with discussion boards, webinars, and gamified quizzes that did nothing to prepare her for ac...

We didn't hold out for three years. Not even close. Wayne might have had the willpower to last if I hadn't been so intent on wearing him down. But every time he stopped by to see Dad while I was home, I waited for my chance. As soon as Dad stepped out of the room for another beer or to use the bathroom, I was on Wayne in an instant. Sometimes I merely teased him, lifting my shirt so I could flash my tits. Other times, I w...

I woke up at 7:30 AM sharp, having had the best night's sleep that I could remember. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror; these rosy cheeks really suited me, I thought. As I jumped in the shower, I reflected on everything that had happened these past few months, and especially last night. Had I really masturbated alongside my own son? My flesh and blood? It felt almost like a dream, totally surreal. And yet, the s...

Saturday 14th July 2018 7.21pm Bristol, England. The fan was on full blast but even so sweat trickled down his spine, pooling at his ass crack. He was sitting in just his boxers, the leather of his computer chair sticking to his back. His eyes darted between the two curved computer monitors. Online gambling and a cam girl website in two separate windows on his off set monitor. On his main monitor was the computer game Run...

Three months had passed. Three full months. After that salacious week of sending my son selfies, knowing he would jerk off to them, and sinfully touching myself to videos of him doing exactly that, everything suddenly stopped. I had tried to continue what we started, but he wouldn't even reply to my messages and photos until after school, and even then it was mostly a casual acknowledgment. Don't get me wrong; Omri was st...