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...

Chris's eyes peeled open at the first hint of dawn, his back screaming in protest from a night spent contorted on the too-small couch. The cushions, once plush and inviting, had become instruments of torture during the night, leaving him with knots in his shoulders and a dull ache that pulsed down his spine. He winced as he attempted to sit up, the punishment for another night banished from his marital bed—a bed where he...

It was my last business meeting before going home. I’m an area Sales Manager, and a pub in London had been having some delivery difficulties, so it was my job to try to get this resolved. I didn’t anticipate any real problems and as the bar was between my office and the railway station, I was happy to walk there and hopefully head home early. All I was interested in was making sure I was at the correct place as this was a...

Marisol sat on the plush couch in Blanca's living room, a glass of wine in hand, her eyes flickering with a mix of nerves and excitement. Blanca, her best friend since college, was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner. Santiago, Blanca's husband, was out of town on business, leaving the two friends with a rare opportunity to catch up without interruption. Marisol took a deep breath, her fingers tracing...

Chapter 1 The afternoon sun was a brutal, brilliant gold, casting long shadows across the trail they’d been navigating since dawn. Jamie’s skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat and sunscreen, her breaths coming in steady, rhythmic puffs as they pressed forward. They had planned this three-night weekend hike meticulously—packing light but ensuring they had everything they needed for the rugged terrain and secluded nigh...

Marisol and Jesus had been planning this night for weeks. Their Halloween party was no ordinary gathering. Jesus had offered Marisol a chance to recreate her gangbang from the 80's video they had seen earlier. Marisol was thrilled at the offer her husband has proposed to her. This time it would be with five of Jesus's male friends, all of whom Marisol had known for years. She knew they were all handsome men but had never...

The pine-scented cleaning spray stung Chris's nostrils as he worked the mop across the hardwood floor, his muscles aching from an hour of domestic labor. The bedroom door creaked open behind him, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was Sandy - her presence always sent a shiver down his spine these days, a mixture of devotion and dread that made his stomach clench. When he finally looked up, the sight of her nearl...

Marisol found a renewed sense of sexuality she buried deep. With the revelation of the VHS tape, Marisol felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. She no longer had to hide behind what she thought was a shameful past. Jesus, on the other hand, was nothing but supportive and thrilled that his wife was now able to openly express her past with him as he always hoped for. Marisol had prepared their special movie night. This tim...

Chris plunged his hands into the steaming dishwater, letting the heat prickle his skin as he searched for the rough texture of a sponge beneath the suds. The water level sank and rose in tiny waves while his fingers probed the bottom of the sink, catching on the sharp edges of forgotten utensils. Already, faint sounds drifted from down the hall - a feminine giggle, a deeper chuckle, the soft creak of bedsprings starting t...

Jesus lounged on his plush couch, a smirk playing on his lips as her turned to look at his wife Marisol. She knew what he wanted but she was sleepy and went upstairs. He said to himself, "This is my chance to watch some porn since she never wants to watch it with me anymore". He rummaged through his stash, a collection of naughty tapes he'd amassed over the years. The label was faded, but he could still make out the words...

The humid summer air clung to her skin as she walked the short distance from the neighborhood supermarket/department store where she worked, the setting sun painting the neighborhood walkups in shades of orange and green. Her feet ached, but it was a distant sensation, drowned out by the low, throbbing anxiety in her chest. Rent was due. She was short. Again. She paused outside the ground-floor apartment, the one with the...

Since our last stormy screwfest we hadn’t played again, as the Jumpgate hadn’t reopened, though we were occasionally playful. Our friendship was deep, and we hugged a lot, mostly when clothed, though sometimes not. Sometimes playful, we could be naked without anything happening, though sometimes naked, and I would be grabbed around the boobs or lower down from behind and then playfully kissed, then maybe someone would als...

It seemed a regular summer day—the kind where the heat wrapped around you like a second skin and even the air felt electric. My wife gazed like she seemed made for weather like this—sun-kissed, bold; and impossible not to stare at. At 5’4” and 115 pounds, she carried herself with effortless confidence, smooth and intentional. Her soft brown skin, naturally radiant and kissed with a warm golden undertone, seemed to glow un...

“I was wondering when you were going to come back looking for me,” she said with a sly smile spread across her face. I had just walked from the living room to the bedroom to see what was taking my wife so long. Upon opening the door, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. “It’s about time, too! I was getting impatient waiting for you.” She rose to her feet and let me take her in fully. My wife i...