MasukDripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 1: The new maid👅💦💦The 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 home💋💦💦I was alone in the house, Jordan had left a little after ten.He had a meeting across town and said he wouldn’t 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 didn’t make me wait long.The side door opened downstairs around ten-forty. Footsteps moved through the kitchen, the
Chapter 3: Screwed on the counter👅💦💦Ryan walked in through the side door when Jordan was upstairs.He didn’t 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 didn’t have much time.“He’s upstairs?” he asked.“Yeah. Conference call. Said it could take a while.”Ryan didn’t 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 husband’s bed👉👈Jordan 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. “Hey, man,” Jordan called from the living room. “Come on in. I’ve got a call in a few minutes. You two can hang out.”Ryan walked in his usual friendly way. “No problem. I’ll keep Elena company.”Jordan barely looked up from his screen. “Thanks. Shouldn’t take long.”He 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 🍆🍆The 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.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.” I stepped aside. “Come in. Jordan’s in the living room.”Ryan walked past me, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. Jordan looked up from the couch and grinned. “There he is. Beer’s in the fridge. You staying for the game?”“Wouldn’t miss it,” Ryan said, dropping onto the other end of the couch like he belonged there. He’d been Jordan’s best friend since college. He’d been in our house a hundred times. He’d 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 🍆🍆🍆The 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 driver’s seat, he paused. Our eyes met. “I’ll drive,” he said.I nodded.He shut the door, walked around, and got into the driver’s 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.“You’re quiet.”“So are you.”The light turned green. He drove another few streets, then turned into an empty underground parking garage connected to one of my father’s buildings. He parked in a far cor
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"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







