Suburban wife Stories

St. Charles, Illinois, January 9th, 2026 The house had settled into its evening bearing, Midwestern suburban affluence that suggested achievement rather than respite. The heat was steady from the floor vents, the floors clean in that once-over way, and the windows reflected the interior back onto itself: warm white light, orderly modern furniture, a few framed wedding photos, honeymoon photos in Hawaii, and dozens of baby...

Monday June 19th, 2023 Lyrou and Garin had been married for 13 years, and they had two children together. Garin toiled invaluably, or was it to her indispensably, from his well-earned corner office in downtown Jersey City. He spent his weekdays, some weeknights, and some weekends gaining and sustaining clientele for a powerhouse corporation one degree from the top. Dapper, lean, active, a touch knightly or chevalier-faced...

I leaned back into Kat, content for a few moments to rest in her arms. My mind was spinning, my nerves jangled. I had just violated every vow I had sworn on my wedding day, betraying my husband and my children, not to mention the norms of the polite society we all inhabited. A stranger had just forced his cock down my throat, and I had willingly, eagerly even, opened my most sacred space to accept him. And I had shared hi...