LOGINDeception, staged lies, and mixed signals had recently become unwelcome fixtures in Catherine's life, yet oddly enough, she didn't seem to be as bothered by it all as one might expect. Maybe she had become accustomed to the dishonesty, or maybe she simply no longer cared about things that had once been importantto her.She couldn't label her marriage as loveless, Christian wasn't a bad husband but something crucial had shifted. He was successful, reliable, and, in his own way, considerate, but the attraction she once felt had faded into a comfortable routine that now lacked any thrill.At first, she liked that he talked less, smiled less and socialized less. Until she stopped liking it.As she glanced at her small handbag beside her, Catherine adjusted the strap and checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. She reapplied her lipstick, tidied her hair, and forced a pleasant smile onto her face, removing any sign of exhaustion show after her trip.Happy with how she looked, she st
Louisa lay quietly against Christian’s chest, her cheek resting on the steady beat of his heart. His arm encircled her, holding her close as the room fell into a peaceful silence.She absentmindedly traced patterns on his shirt while Christian gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.“I have to go back to work,” he finally said.Louisa lifted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows. Even at home, Christian always worked. Saying he was going back to work was an understatement he went work every hour of his life.He chuckled softly. “Unfortunately.”She sighed and settled back against him. “I guess I can’t complain. Someone has to keep the company going. But you're always at work what do you mean you're going back”Christian smiled, but there was a hint of concern in his expression."I mean back to the office." He said.She nodded.“The thing is…” He paused. “Once I return, we probably won’t see each other as often.”Louisa looked up at him, puzzled.“What do you mean?”“I mean my schedule
The house always relaxed her thoughts and body. It was something about how it felt like home.Home before she married Christian.Warm light spilled from the large pendant lamps hanging above the open-plan kitchen, reflecting softly off the polished wooden floors. Cream-colored walls made the rooms feel bright and spacious, while the tall windows let in the last traces of golden evening light. A stone fireplace stood against one wall, surrounded by comfortable linen sofas and a few carefully placed plants.Everything about the house felt peaceful, almost too peaceful for the thoughts she had brought with her.Dave was standing near the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, his attention fixed on the glass in his hand.“Come here,” he said quietly. "Make me.” she replied.His eyes lingered on hers.Then Dave crossed the room.He stopped close enough for me to feel the warmth coming from him. I looked up at him, my breath catching when his hand gently touched my waist.“Katherine…” he wh
***Catherine's POV***As soon as I got on the road, I checked the tracker one last time before switching it off.The farmhouse was far enough from the city to give me privacy, yet close enough that I could return before anyone became suspicious.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.I was meeting Dave there.It was safer than the hotels. Safer than the office. There were too many people around those places, too many familiar faces, too many questions I couldn't afford to answer.I was married.I knew that.Every time I slipped behind the wheel and drove toward him, I knew exactly what I was doing. And how wrong it was. It could end my marriage. Or break the relationship I have with my daughter, which wasn't so good. And yet, somehow, knowing never stopped me.Christian was a good husband. I couldn't deny that. He provided for our family, protected us, and had always been there when we needed him.But goodness was nothing compared to excitement.Christian was serious. Predictable
Today, unlike most days, she wakes up without having a wet dream. She opens her eyes to find Christian staring directly into them. His large hand rests on her lower body while the other supports his head. "What are you doing here?" she asks, trying to pull away from him, but he holds her in place. "I enjoy watching you, so I came to see you," he replies, and she scoffs. Christian is married to her mother, and while the past few days may have made her forget that a bit, she was reminded of it yesterday when she saw him fucking her mother."You should leave; I want to take a bath," she says, trying to ignore the electrolytes tingling all over her skin from how his breath brushed her skin and the way his hand played on her pussy. If he went on like that, she'd find her pyjamas drenched in cunt juices."Baby girl, I can watch you bathe. What is it that I haven't seen?" he asks. "You haven't seen me completely naked. Plus, you're legally my dad, so it's inappropriate for you to watch m
***LOUISANA'S POV***Minutes stretched into almost two hours before my patience finally broke.Whatever was keeping him downstairs had gone on for too long.I reassured myself that I was just going to check on him, nothing more. I had no reason to care about what he was doing or who he was with.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I descended the stairs.Then I heard voices.I halted. They were coming from their room.My heart raced.I should have turned back; I knew that. Whatever was happening behind that door was not my concern.But my feet moved forward regardless.As I got closer, the voices became clearer. The door was slightly open, creating a narrow opening through which I could hear unmistakable sounds of intimacy.My stomach knotted.I stared at the door.Why wasn’t it closed?That thought hit me harder than anything else He knew I was in the house.So why leave the door open?My grip tightened around the railing.Don’t look.But I looked.What I saw inside twist







