LOGINThe next morning, Damien woke up with a heavy weight in his stomach. He could still feel Seleneās hand on him and hear her soft moans from the night before. Guilt washed over him as he thought about Elena. He got dressed and went downstairs determined to put a stop to this.Selene was in the kitchen again, this time wearing one of his old button-up shirts with only a few buttons done. It barely covered her thighs. She smiled when she saw him.āMorning, Damien. Coffee is ready.āHe stayed by the doorway. āSelene, we need to talk. Last night was a mistake. It cannot happen again. You are my wifeās sister. I love Elena.āSelene poured him a cup and walked over slowly. āYou say that, but your body told me something different last night.ā She handed him the coffee, letting her fingers brush his. āAre you really going to pretend you did not enjoy it?āDamien took the cup but stepped back. āIt does not matter. This stops now. We will live like normal housemates until Elena comes back.āSelen
The next morning, Damien woke up feeling restless. He had barely slept after Seleneās words the night before. He went downstairs to the kitchen and found her already there. She was wearing a thin tank top with no bra and very short pajama bottoms. Her nipples pressed clearly against the fabric as she reached up for a mug.āMorning, Damien,ā Selene said with a bright smile. āI made coffee. Sit down. I will get you a cup.āDamien tried not to stare. āThanks. You really do not have to do all this.āShe handed him the coffee and leaned against the counter. āI want to. Elena is gone, so someone has to take care of you properly.āThey sat at the kitchen table. Selene crossed her legs, and her foot brushed against his leg under the table. Damien pulled his leg away gently.āYou look tired,ā she said softly. āDid you have trouble sleeping?āāA little,ā Damien admitted. āMy mind would not settle.āSelene smiled. āI could not sleep either. I kept thinking about what I said. About how I have alw
Damien Cross stood at the front door and watched his wife, Elena, load her suitcase into the taxi. It was early morning, and the sun had just started to rise. Elena turned back to him with a warm smile.āIāll miss you,ā she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. āThree weeks is a long time, but this conference is important for my job. Selene promised she would come stay and help with the house while Iām gone.āDamien nodded and hugged her. āDonāt worry about us. We will be fine. Safe flight, honey.āAs the taxi drove away, Damien stood there for a moment. The big suburban house suddenly felt quieter. He and Elena had been married for six years. Their life was comfortable, but the spark in the bedroom had faded a long time ago. Sex had become routine and quick.Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. Damien opened the door and there stood Selene Vale, his wifeās younger sister. She was 24 and the complete opposite of Elena. She had long dark hair, bright hazel eyes, and a body tha
Goodness woke up the next morning with her body still aching from the night before. Dried cum clung to her inner thighs and breasts, a sticky reminder of how the three men had used her in the private dining room. She touched herself gently in the shower, feeling how swollen and sensitive she was. Mark had sent a sweet good morning message asking for a video call during his lunch break. She replied with a few hearts, but a heavy mix of guilt and forbidden excitement twisted inside her stomach.Jordanās text arrived early that morning: *Be at my office by 5 PM. Wear the tight blue dress I sent you. No bra and no panties. When your husband calls at 5:30. Sit at my desk. We will tease you the whole time.*She arrived right on time. The blue dress hugged every curve of her body, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. When she stepped into Jordanās office, Viktor and Carlos were already waiting on the couch, their eyes lighting up with hunger immediately as she walked into the office. Jordan lo
Goodness stood in front of her mirror that evening, adjusting the short black cocktail dress Jordan had sent to her apartment. It clung to every curve in the right way, the neckline was low enough to show the tops of her breasts. She wore no bra, and no panties again. Her body still ached from the limo ride the night before. She was sore in the best and worst ways. Mark had texted her earlier, excited about a video call after his dinner meeting. She felt a sharp twist of guilt, but it only made her pussy wetter.Jordanās car picked her up at eight. In the backseat, he slid his hand up her thigh immediately.āYou look like a proper slut tonight,ā he murmured, fingers brushing her bare pussy. āReady to entertain my clients?āShe shivered. āHow many?āāTwo tonight. Viktor, you already met him. And Mr. Lang. He's a big investor from New York. Behave, and I might let you cum as much as you want.āThe private dining room at the upscale rooftop restaurant was elegant and secluded. The lights
Goodness left the boardroom on shaky legs as Jordanās thick cum leaked down her inner thighs with every step. She could feel it soaking into her skirt. Her pussy was sore but still throbbing, hungry for more. She quickly fixed her makeup in the bathroom and tried to look normal for the rest of the day. But every time she sat down, she felt the wetness and remembered how she had ridden her boss under the table while important people talked business just feet away.At 6 PM, Jordan texted her: *Come to my limo at the basement parking. Now. Wear the red dress in your drawer. Wear no bra and no panties.*She found the short red dress in her desk drawer. It was tight, low-cut, and barely covered her ass. Her heart pounded as she changed in the bathroom. Her full breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, nipples already hard. She looked like a high-class slut.In the basement, the long black limo waited. The driver nodded politely and closed the door behind her. Jordan sat inside, looking
The next evening, Dr. Marcus Vale sent both girls a message:āTherapy room. 10 PM. Do not wear anything.āElena and Ava entered the room together, completely naked. Elenaās leg was now completely healed. She could move freely, run, and most importantly, take everything Dr. Vale wanted to give her.
Dr. Marcus Vale entered Elenaās room a little after 11 PM. It had been nearly four weeks since her arrival. Her leg injury had healed remarkably well. The pain was almost gone, and she could now walk and move freely without any support. She was no longer just a patient, she was a young, healthy, ex
It was past midnight when Elena heard the soft click of her bedroom door opening. The room was dark except for the moonlight coming through the large windows. She had been lying awake, her body still aching from the intense examination earlier that day.Dr. Marcus Vale stepped inside wearing only d
The following evening, Dr. Marcus Vale sent Elena a message:āTherapy room. 8 PM. Wear only a robe.āElenaās hands shook with excitement as she tied the silk robe around her naked body and walked to the therapy room. The lights were dimmed low. Medical equipment stood neatly arranged. In the center







