MasukElena’s POVI decided to take the pregnancy test, even though something in me told me I was already carrying Marcus’s child.The fear of my husband finding out about this made something drop in my stomach.Fear. Guilt. Betrayal.Guilt washed all over me and I hated myself for still preferring Marcus over my loving husband.I took the test on a Thursday morning while Marcus was in the shower. I dipped it into my first urine and waited for 10 seconds, until the first line became visible.My heart kept thudding as though it was going to jump out of my chest. Then, the second line appeared almost immediately. Clear. Dark and unmistakable.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and stared at it until I was spacing out, I had started to imagine Ryan’s expression if his brother told him he had been fucking his wife who he was supposed to be looking after. When Marcus stepped out with a towel around his waist, I held the stick up without saying anything. He took it, looked at the result, and the
How we got here isn't something I can explain in a sentence but I am going to narrate it anyway.Here’s my confession;It started one week after Marcus moved in.Ryan had been gone for almost a month by then. Ryan knew that I was addicted, sometimes he called me a sex-freak!k while he satisfied me because he knew how much I liked being touched. Still, work made him leave his sex freaked wife all to herself.The house felt too quiet, and I had started getting reckless in small, stupid ways. That afternoon I sat on the living room couch in only a thin, robe, the front loosely tied, and answered a video call from a man I used to casually flirt with before I got married. My breasts were barely covered. The robe kept slipping but I didn’t bother fixing it.I was laughing at something he said when the front door opened.Marcus stood there with a grocery bag in one hand, his eyes locked on my phone, then on my half-exposed chest. Then the man on the phone went, “Shake those titties for me,
Elena’s POV “Smile for your husband, Elena.” Marcus’s voice was low and rough against my ear as he rolled his hips forward, burying himself deeper inside me. My fingers tightened around the phone. On the screen, Ryan’s face smiled back at me from thousands of miles away, the grainy video call flickering slightly with the poor connection. “Hey, baby,” Ryan said. “You look a little flushed. You okay?” I forced a soft smile, praying my voice wouldn’t shake. “I’m fine. Just… hot in here. The air conditioning’s been acting up.” Behind me, Marcus let out a quiet, amused breath. His large hand slid around my waist and settled low on my stomach, possessive and heavy. I suppressed a moan, taking the camera off my face for two seconds while I acted like I was adjusting in bed. Marcus didn’t stop moving. He gave me slow, deliberate thrusts which kept me stretched and full while I tried to hold a normal conversation with my husband. “How’s everything going over there?” I asked, keeping my
My mouth stayed open as he tongue fucked me, I grasped his head firmly, not enough to hurt but enough to make him suffocate in my wetness. “Hmmm!” he moaned and groaned against my folds, his voice vibrating through every part of my body, from my brain to my toes. Edwin ate me up till he was satisfied, not minding how my legs shook on the tissue hanger. He stood up, while my ass was still glued to the lid of the WC. His long cock pointed at me unapologetically. “Suck.” He didn't even need to tell me; I still wanted to taste that salty liquid that had already formed and was almost leaking from the tip. Because of my height and how big he was, the position synced perfectly as I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him, taking him as deep as my throat could contain. Gwgak. Gwgak. Edwin reached for my hair, folded it around his hand as he controlled the movement of my mouth. My hand dug deep into his ass cheek while my free hand reached for my clitoris, massaging an
He guided me forward until my cheek rested against the cool leather of the couch cushion, ass raised. The first touch of the crop was light, felt like a testing stroke across the back of my thighs. The second landed harder. Heat bloomed across my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away.…..why would I even pull away? Even if I weren't in my right senses I wouldn't pull away. I am damn sure Edwin knows how to treat me well.“Count,” he said.“One.”“Two.”“Three.”“Four.”“Five, ouuchh!”Each measured strike sent a bright sting through me, followed by a deeper ache that settled between my legs. By the time he reached ten, my thighs were trembling and my voice had gone rough. Edwin tossed the crop aside and ran his palm over my heated ass, soothing and calming. He freed himself slowly, I watched as his large hands fondled with his belt, the steel clicking quietly.I felt the thick head of his cock drag through my wetness once, my pussy clenched but not fast enough to hol
Lina’s POVAfter a moment he withdrew the instrument with the same careful precision. The emptiness that followed felt strangely noticeable. He set everything aside, removed his gloves, and washed his hands again at the sink. I stayed still on the table, gown wrinkled around my hips, heart still beating too fast.“You can sit up,” he said quietly like he hadn't just told me to cum for him.I pushed myself upright, I knew better than to talk about what just happened. The paper sheet crinkled beneath me. For a few seconds neither of us spoke. Then he cleared his throat.“Everything looks healthy,” he said. “I’ll have the results in a few days.”“Okay.”My voice came out softer than I intended.Edwin turned away to make a note on the chart, but his hand paused over the paper. The pen didn’t move. I watched the line of his shoulders under the white coat, the way his jaw worked once before he forced it still.When he spoke again, his voice was lower.“Get dressed, Lina.”I slid off the ta
Gina’s POVI looked at Fred, hoping for some sign of sympathy, but he just shrugged, his eyes already fixed on my body. Mia reached out and touched my arm, her fingers light. “Hey, it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I promise I’ll make it fun.”My throat tightened. The humiliation was a hot wave ro
Dave's smile widened. He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.
Story 2.Clara had survived two years under Dave Hargrove’s thumb—endless overtime, frozen salary, casual insults disguised as “feedback,” all while he bought another yacht and another mistress. Today the breaking point finally arrived.Dave Hargrove, a hot billionaire and the CEO of Hargrove LTD.
Ellen’s povHis tongue dove in, expert, filthy, lapping my clit in tight circles, sucking my folds.“Damn! You taste so good.” He murmured as my juices coated his chin; I rode his face shamelessly, tits spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air, and his growls vibrating through me.”“Fuck!” I







