LOGINAntonio froze, his dark eyes widening for a fraction of a second. The air between us thickened, heavy with desire and unspoken boundaries.“But you’re still married.”“I don’t care,” I said, my own voice trembling. “I need… I need to feel wanted.”He swallowed hard, his hand hovering near mine but not moving. The restraint in his posture made the pull toward him almost unbearable.Slowly, carefully, he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured.I closed my eyes and let the tension take over. The warmth of him, the honesty of his desire, and the way he had made me feel seen were intoxicating.And then he kissed me.Slow and gentle, like he was testing the waters, like he wanted to make sure I wanted this as much as he did. My hands pressed against his chest instinctively, my knees curling under me.It was soft at first, tentative, a question more than an answer. And then, as if the walls we’d both built finally gave
I walked into my bedroom and tried to reach for my bag, which was at the top of my closet.Antonio walked behind me to help, and I felt the warmth of his presence close against my back. I momentarily forgot the weight of yesterday, the sting of betrayal, and the emptiness Desmond had left behind.“Here,” he said, his forearms flexing as he lifted the bag down and handed it to me.“Thank you,” I murmured, surprised at how natural it felt to accept help from him.He lingered for a moment, as if waiting for me to say something else. I could feel the quiet tension in the room — not uncomfortable, but charged, like the air itself was aware of everything I hadn’t yet said aloud.“I… I don’t know what to do anymore,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Antonio nodded slowly, his gaze soft but attentive. “I know, Mrs Scott. I can’t fix what he did. But… I can listen. If you want me to.”I turned to face him, seeing for the first time the man behind the careful exterior, the one who h
Yesterday, I caught my husband cheating on me with a man. Not just any man, but his assistant, Caleb. The same assistant who helped me bring him lunch, the same assistant I’d seen working with him in the middle of the night, and the same assistant who helped him pick my wedding ring. I didn’t interrupt them though. I just shut the door and walked back to the poolside, soaking until the sun went down. I couldn’t even bring myself to lie on our bed. I slept on the couch in our bedroom instead. He didn’t come home last night but for the first time, I didn’t mind. I wasn’t ready to face him. I put on my bikini and walked to the poolside to tan again. I tried, really tried, to cry but the tears wouldn’t cooperate. The sun was already high when I settled into the lounger. I lay there, unmoving, the warmth coating my skin but doing nothing for the cold twisting in my stomach.It was strange — betrayal was supposed to hurt. It was supposed to break you open, shatter you, and drag the t
“Just like that, Antonio,” I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. “Don’t stop.”I could feel Antonio’s huge cock all the way in my stomach. I tried desperately to keep my voice down, but I ended up failing miserably. “Do you like that, Mrs Scott?” Antonio asked.“Fuck yes…”The gardener turned me around and slammed wildly into me right on my husband’s bed. *****Hi, I’m Vera and you must be wondering why I was sleeping with my gardener. You must also be thinking very poorly of me. I mean, what wife cheats on her husband on their matrimonial bed, with their gardener. On a very sunny afternoon, I was lying by the poolside, soaking and getting a tan when my husband, Desmond, walked up to me. He sat beside me and leaned down, taking my lips in a slow, gentle kiss. I kissed him back, my hand instinctively reaching to his neck to kiss him deeper. He pulled away and broke the kiss. “You forget we’re outside,” he said, that boyish smile I fell for on his face. “I can’t have the staff wa
LUCY’S POVI was still spread on the bed, still breathing heavily from my orgasms and from being fucked so damn good. I watched Damien clean his cum from my stomach with a tissue paper while Josh switched the positions until I was on my knees and my ass bare in the air. “Look how soaked you are,” he murmured approvingly. “I want you even wetter.”Then I felt his fingers thrust inside me, hard. I let out another moan, the overwhelming feeling going through me. “I want you even more turned on and begging for my cock,” he said, still finger fucking me. Damien returned and stroked his cock in my face, watching us fuck. “Beg me to take fuck your pussy so hard you scream,” Josh was saying, adding another finger inside me. A small moan escaped my throat. “Josh… oh my god… Josh.”“Your greedy little cunt is begging for it,” Josh returned. I spread my legs even wider and my waist arched deeper. “Fuck me, please… I need your cock inside me.”Josh smirked. “I can’t hear you.”Damien’s han
LUCY’S POVI gagged over and over again as they took turns fucking my mouth. Their cocks were now covered in my saliva, at least the part that could go into my mouth. “That’s enough,” Josh said, pulling out of my mouth slowly. “Your jaw must be aching.”Yes, it was but it only added to my pleasure. “Not yet,” I said, taking Damien in next. His hand held my hair and yanked it back, making me gasp. “Josh is right. We can’t have you tired before we start.”Before we start?What have we been doing?Heavens, I was feeling so slutty my hips were grinding and pressing against each other. I was so wet I could feel it dripping on my legs. I reached down and touched my pussy, as Damien reached to pull on my tits again. “I’ve never seen a slut so needy,” Josh teased, stroking his long cock. Hmm. His words were going to make me cum again. My hands rubbed on my clit fast and hard but my body needed more. I was picked off the floor by Damien and he threw me on the bed, my body bouncing twic







