Romances de Eve

"You want me?" Tara asked, sitting up. Her feet pressed against my thighs. Her lithe little hand wrapped around my cock, holding it in position, readying to plunge me into her pussy.This was the moment where I was supposed to stop. To step back from the precipice. It was my last chance to preserve the promises of my marriage -- admittedly already cracked, but at a point where it could still be fixed, sloppily, with super glue and hope.You think that's how it happens. That the instant of cheating is obvious, pronounced, and you have the time and wherewithal to weigh it carefully. In truth each moment rolls on top of the next like a lightning avalanche where you see the flash in the far distance and, suddenly, you're buried in your sister-in-law's impossibly tight, indescribably wet pussy."Uhhhhhhhh-UGH!" Tara groaned as she engulfed me. "Slow-slow-slow. Fuck that's a lot."Tara settled down on my dick like a three-inch ring being forced around a 3. 5-inch pole. Slow and steady. Sink

Tara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. Like a fish, gasping for air. There was a wet, smacking sound and we both turned to see Brian and Vanessa making out next to us, like we weren't even there. Vanessa wrapped her hand around her husband's cock. "Ooo, slippery," she said, excitedly.I turned back to Tara, and she extended her arm, inviting me to pull her up. As soon as I helped her off the mattress, Brian and Vanessa fell back onto it. The muscular man had already gotten his blonde wife's green dress bunched up around her waist. Her body, like the rest of her, was stunning. For a moment, I felt a wave of regret over what I could have had for myself.I noticed Tara was also watching the couple wistfully. Brian roughly shoved his cock into Vanessa's pussy and Tara gasped, almost like it was happening to her in that same moment. We both shared a strange, knowing look. I kept my grip on Tara's wrist and slowly pulled her out of the room. Brian and Vanessa didn't e

The immediacy of the experience didn't come from just watching Tara having sex. It was how Brian was fucking her. Animal. Raw. The pretty redhead was getting used, like her body's only purpose was for taking dick. And she was clearly loving it. Lost in what looked like one long, rolling orgasm. Body shaking. Head lolled back. Green eyes wide and bright -- like her brain couldn't encompass what she was experiencing.If Tara noticed the open door -- the people standing on the other side of it -- she didn't show it. She was locked in the universe of cock and cunt, captivated by her lover beyond conscious thought. I could have fired off an air horn and I doubt Tara would have even blinked.Back in the hallway, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Vanessa was standing next to me, smiling proudly, like this was some strange art installation she had conceived and now completed. Suddenly, the circumstances of what I was watching, of where I was, collapsed over me and I raced from aroused to horrifie

I felt someone shaking my shoulder.Consciousness raced back in. I was in an unfamiliar bed. Everything smelled off. My body felt weirdly heavy, constrained, and I realized I was still wearing my clothes -- dress shoes and all.My memories slowly leaked over me. I was at my co-worker Brian's house. Sleeping in his bedroom. I must have passed out at some point.Another shake. My eyes popped open. I looked over at Kate, lying across from me. My wife was snoring in a cute, quiet way. A slight sleep smile played across her lips. But if Kate wasn't waking me up, then who was?I rolled over, expecting to see Tara, my wife's younger sister. Or even Jesse, her husband. But, to my surprise, it was Vanessa, Brian's wife.The beautiful blonde woman knelt by the side of the bed. Her golden hair ran rivulets over her shoulders. She had on the same plunging green dress from before and that strange, bronze necklace with the large, irregular chunks of smoky quartz. Her face was so perfectly formed, i

"But..." Kate started, then faltered."I don't remember feeling angry at all. A little jealous, sure. But mostly? It turned me on to watch you enjoy yourself like that. Just lose yourself in it.""It's scary," Kate said, "I don't know what came over me.""Well, I know who came over you," I said, a smirk playing on my lips.Kate shoved my shoulder. "Not funny.""Sorry," I said, realizing that this was probably the wrong place for humor. "I feel like you found something in that bedroom, and I don't want you to let go of that.""That sounds dangerous," Kate said, but I could tell she was coming around."It doesn't have to be," I said."What if I go too far and do something you don't like?" Kate asked. She tucked her long brown hair behind her ear."I don't think that's possible," I said.Kate gave me a dubious look. "I don't know who that woman was, Andy. The one you saw in the bedroom with Vanessa and those guys. And, yes, I ummm... I 'enjoyed' it. But it was also really super frighteni

"You need to stop being sorry," she said. "We both know that was all my fault. After seeing Jesse with that slut and watching all the stuff with Kate. I kind of lost control. I'm sorry.""Please don't apologize for doing that," I said, "It was amazing."Tara blushed, her already pink skin again turning a deep red."I wasn't kidding about having a crush on you," I said, "And you're an incredible, um, well... You know. That was by far the best I've ever had.""Your dick is awesome," Tara said, then giggled at how silly the words sounded. "I wasn't even planning on doing that. Maybe just playing a little? But I took it out and, I don't know, I just had to have it in my mouth."I desperately wanted to ask if she'd pictured my penis in other places, as well, but I knew better than to push. Then I thought about my wife in the other room, and I was overcome with regret and desire all over again. "I wish your sister felt the same way about me," I said."Don't be mad at her," Tara said.As if

Katherine’s POVMorning came with sun rays filtering into my room and I had barely slept and when I finally did, I dreamt of Kendrick, and me begging him to do things to me. Things I don’t think you would want to know about.It was the weekend. When I was still with Lester we used to go on fancy dates at highly expensive places. I preferred the romantic lure of a cinema but Lester said that entertainment was a waste of resources and only unreasonable people went to watch movies.When our marriage became estranged, he started ditching me for golf with so called business partners. Business partners that probably never existed.Since I reunited with my brothers, we usually have brunch at Nolan’s place with Derrick doing the cooking. Fredrick had already texted me a remainder to come over to Nolan’s place.I took a bath and dressed in cozy clothes. There was no need for formality and I loved the warmness my brothers had towards me. I felt free and safe around them and they were so protect

Katherine’s POVI had done everything I could to stay away from him.After that night in the elevator after the way his voice cut through the air, that question still echoing in my chest I swore I’d keep my distance. I thought if I just avoided him long enough, the memory of his eyes, his touch, his scent would fade.But fate… it had other plans.It happened at a private event on the outskirts of the city. A quiet, exclusive meeting meant to finalize a deal under my family’s name. The venue was a discreet glass-walled villa overlooking the dark stretch of forest. I’d worn calm like armor that night, dressed in black silk and quiet power. Everything was under control.Until it wasn’t.One moment, I was shaking hands with the client. Next, I saw movement at the edge of the terrace, men in dark suits stepping out of the shadows, their eyes cold and fixed on me. Lester’s men.My pulse jumped.For months, I’d known he was watching, waiting for a chance to drag me back under his control. Bu

Kendrick’s POVI couldn’t forget her.No matter how many nights passed, how many faces blurred together at business dinners and corporate galas, she stayed with me. The woman from that night. The one who’d looked at me like I was both her ruin and her escape.The fire in her eyes. The sadness in her voice. The way she walked away without ever telling me her name.I told myself it didn’t matter just one night, a fleeting moment, something best left in the dark. But weeks later, she was still there, lingering at the edges of my thoughts. Every time I walked into a room, I found myself scanning the crowd like a fool, searching for a ghost.And then I saw her again.It was at the Alpha Business Summit one of those events filled with sharp suits, fake smiles, and too much champagne. I wasn’t expecting anything but boredom. Until she appeared.She stood across the hall beside the Alpha of the Vale family. Her posture was regal, her expression unreadable, but her presence… Her presence comma

I walked into Lester’s office with a steadiness I didn’t actually feel.Each step of my heels echoed against the floor, crisp and deliberate. The sound filled the silence like a warning.He was behind his desk, typing something on his laptop, brows furrowed. When he finally looked up, his eyes flicked over me curious first, then annoyed.I didn’t say a word. I just set the folder down on the polished surface between us.For a moment, he didn’t touch it. His gaze moved from the folder to my face, as if trying to read something there. I kept my expression still. He reached out finally, flipped it open, and his entire posture shifted.“What the hell is this?” he demanded.“Freedom,” I said quietly.The word hung in the air between us.He laughed. A sharp, ugly sound that filled the office and bounced off the glass walls. “Freedom?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ll walk away with nothing, Katherine. Nothing. You didn’t even give me an heir. You’re useless Omega.” Onc

Katherine’s POVThe next evening, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was meeting a stranger. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the quiet, careful version I’d been for years.I slipped into a red dress the first time I’d worn one since my wedding. For years, I’d stuck to gray, beige, soft blues. Safe colors. Colors that never drew attention. But tonight, I wanted to be seen.The fabric clung to my body like confidence I hadn’t felt in years. I brushed my hair over one shoulder and applied lipstick the same shade as the dress. My reflection looked… different. Stronger. Colder. The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval.For once, I wasn’t dressing for Lester. I was dressing for myself.When I walked into the hotel bar, the air felt alive. Soft jazz played in the background, and the clinking of glasses blended with low conversation. The place smelled faintly of whiskey , elegant and a little dangerous and I felt Out of place. I took a seat at

Katherine’s POVI woke up before sunrise, just like I always did. The house was still and quiet, the kind of silence that made you feel small inside it. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lester, and wrapped a robe around me before heading downstairs.Every morning for the past three years, I made him breakfast eggs, toast, and coffee exactly the way he liked it. It had become more than a habit; it was my way of holding on. Holding on to us.The kitchen lights flickered on, and I started the routine I knew by heart. The smell of butter hit the pan, the coffee machine hummed softly. I moved quietly, like a ghost in my own home.By the time he came down, the table was perfectly set. I smiled at him, waiting for the small, simple things: a glance, a thank you, maybe a kiss on the cheek.But he didn’t even look at the plate.“Cancel dinner tonight,” he said, adjusting his tie in the mirror by the doorway. “I have work.”That was all. No good morning. No smile. Just those four word