LOGINDripping for the married man. ๐ซฆ๐ฆChapter 1: The new maid๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆThe house was bigger than I expected when I arrived.I stood in the entryway on my first morning with my bag still over my shoulder, taking in the high ceilings and the light coming through the tall windows. My new employer, Mrs. Harrow, had already gone over the basics with me the day before, about our cleaning schedule. Laundry preferences. Which rooms could wait and which ones needed daily attention. Then she had left for a week-long trip to visit her sister, leaving me alone in the house with her husband.Mr. Harrow worked from home most days.The first morning I barely saw him. I started my day in the kitchen, wiping down already-clean counters and organizing the fridge the way Mrs. Harrow had shown me. When I carried the trash out to the bins near the garage, I caught a glimpse of Mr Harrow through the open office door.By the second day, the house started to feel less like a maze.I learned the way things happe
Chapter 4: My husband isn't home๐๐ฆ๐ฆI was alone in the house, Jordan had left a little after ten.He had a meeting across town and said he wouldnโt be back until late afternoon. The second his car pulled out of the driveway, the house was quiet.I went upstairs and took my time getting ready for Ryan, because I had told him in the kitchen when we were almost caught to meet me in my room.I showered slowly. I shaved, rubbed lotion into my skin until it was soft and smooth. Then I stood in front of the closet longer than usual, choosing what to wear. Then my eyes landed on a thin black robe that barely hit mid-thigh and I slipped it on without hesitation. And of course I didn't wear anything underneath. I let my hair down the way Ryan liked it and checked myself in the mirror once. My cheeks were already a little flushed.I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.He didnโt make me wait long.The side door opened downstairs around ten-forty. Footsteps moved through the kitchen, the
Chapter 3: Screwed on the counter๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆRyan walked in through the side door when Jordan was upstairs.He didnโt even bother ringing the doorbell this time. And he knew that when Jordan was working from the upstairs office, the first floor stayed empty for at least an hour.I was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when I heard the door close. I turned around. Ryan stood there in a gray T-shirt and jeans, his eyes already dark the way they got when he knew we didnโt have much time.โHeโs upstairs?โ he asked.โYeah. Conference call. Said it could take a while.โRyan didnโt say anything else. He just walked toward me. The second he reached me, his hands were on my waist and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and familiar, full of the same hunger as usual. I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers already sliding under his shirt as he lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion.My ass hit the cold marble. Ryan stepped between my thighs and shoved my dress up a
Chapter 2: Dripping on my husbandโs bed๐๐Jordan was home when Ryan showed up, but he was already half-distracted.He had a work call scheduled for seven-thirty and had been pacing the living room with his laptop open for twenty minutes before the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let Ryan in. โHey, man,โ Jordan called from the living room. โCome on in. Iโve got a call in a few minutes. You two can hang out.โRyan walked in his usual friendly way. โNo problem. Iโll keep Elena company.โJordan barely looked up from his screen. โThanks. Shouldnโt take long.โHe disappeared into the home office down the hall and shut the door. A moment later we heard his voice start up on the call.Ryan looked at me.I looked at him.And neither of us wasted time.He followed me upstairs without a word. The second we stepped into the master bedroom, the room I shared with my husband, the bed I slept in every night beside Jordan. Ryan closed the door and locked it. His mouth was on mine the moment
Chapter 1: Quickie in the bathroom ๐๐The doorbell rang at ten past seven, right on time.I smoothed my dress once before opening the door. Ryan stood on the porch in a dark button-down and jeans, the same easy smile he always wore when he came over. To everyone the smile looked normal but to me it meant trouble.โHey,โ he said.โHey.โ I stepped aside. โCome in. Jordanโs in the living room.โRyan walked past me, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. Jordan looked up from the couch and grinned. โThere he is. Beerโs in the fridge. You staying for the game?โโWouldnโt miss it,โ Ryan said, dropping onto the other end of the couch like he belonged there. Heโd been Jordanโs best friend since college. Heโd been in our house a hundred times. Heโd also had me bent over the bathroom sink two weeks ago while Jordan was mowing the lawn.I went to the kitchen and grabbed three beers. When I handed one to Ryan, our fingers touched around the cold glass. His eyes met mine for half a second
Chapter 3: Drilled in the backseat ๐๐๐The event I attended lasted till it was late.It was past midnight when Kane walked me back to the car. The street outside the venue was quieter than usual, most of the guests had already gone.The driver had been dismissed earlier at my request after Kane said he would handle the return himself. Now it was just the two of us. Kane opened the back door for me like always. I slipped inside. Instead of closing it and going to the driverโs seat, he paused. Our eyes met. โIโll drive,โ he said.I nodded.He shut the door, walked around, and got into the driverโs seat. The locks clicked. The city moved past the windows as he pulled away from the curb. For several blocks neither of us spoke. At a red light he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.โYouโre quiet.โโSo are you.โThe light turned green. He drove another few streets, then turned into an empty underground parking garage connected to one of my fatherโs buildings. He parked in a far cor
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldnโt anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me







