本棚
検索
ホーム / Romance / The Manhood Diaries / 20: The Serial Cheater (4)

共有

20: The Serial Cheater (4)

作者: Chris Muna
last update 公開日: 2026-04-08 14:59:32

The moving van next door had been there all day, a noisy intrusion into the suburban serenity of Marcus’s neighborhood. He watched from his home office window, sipping coffee as a woman directed movers with efficient, sharp gestures.

She was a tall brunette, her hair a cascade of dark waves, her legs long and toned beneath yoga shorts. She moved with a confident stance, a woman who knew her own power—new neighbor.

Elena, ever the gracious wife, baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies to welc
この本を無料で読み続ける
コードをスキャンしてアプリをダウンロード
前のチャプター 次のチャプター
ロックされたチャプター

最新チャプター

  • The Manhood Diaries    24: Friends with Benefits (3)

    Leo shifted, his dick already hardening. He let his hand fall to his lap, palming himself through his jeans, his eyes locked on hers as he gave a slow, firm stroke. Her breath hitched, just slightly. A faint pink bloomed on her chest.“You okay, Maya?” Chloe asked. “You look flushed.”“Just a little warm,” Maya said, her voice perfectly even. She took a long pull of her beer, her throat working. Under the table, her foot pressed harder against him.The next hour was exquisite torture. A conversation about work, about politics, about Jake’s terrible dating life, all conducted over a secret, silent dialogue of touch. Her foot was tracing the outline of his erection. His hand, under the guise of adjusting himself, was squeezing his dick, imagining it was her hand. Their eyes met, sharing a filthy, private joke that made the mundane conversation feel like a bizarre pantomime.When Jake and Chloe left for the night, the air in the bar shifted, growing thick and charged. They were alone in

  • The Manhood Diaries    23: Friends with Benefits (2)

    The cab ride was a blur of streetlights and tension. They didn’t speak. His hand was on her thigh, high up, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her inner leg through her dress. She squirmed, a soft gasp escaping her when his fingers crept higher, teasing the edge of her lace underwear. He could feel the heat of her through the fabric.“Leo,” she whispered, a warning and a plea.“Testing the friendship,” he reminded her, his voice a dark promise. He pushed the lace aside, finding her slick and swollen. He circled her clit, once, twice, with a firm, knowing touch. She jerked against him, biting her lip to stifle a moan as the cab driver glanced in the mirror.By the time they stumbled into his apartment, the careful rules were ashes. He kicked the door shut and pushed her against it, his mouth crashing down on hers. It wasn’t a friendly kiss. It was deep, hungry, and filthy. His tongue claimed hers, and she gave as good as she got, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer.

  • The Manhood Diaries    22: Friends with Benefits

    Adam closed the diary a little faster this time, exhaling sharply as he leaned back in his chair.“…Alright, what the hell was that, Marcus?”He rubbed his jaw, staring at the cover as if it might answer him.For a few seconds, he didn’t even try to organize his thoughts. It wasn’t like the other entries. Those had intensity, yeah, but this? This was a whole different kind of energy.“Man really went all in,” he muttered.He tapped the diary against his knee, thinking it through the way guys do, not dissecting every moral angle, just trying to make sense of the guy behind it.“Okay… so Marcus, this guy’s not confused, not emotional, not even pretending to be conflicted,” Adam said quietly. “He knows exactly what he’s doing… and he just doesn’t care.”That part stood out the most.This dude? He’s the one driving everything. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just chasing the next high like it’s a sport.Adam shook his head slightly.“Lowkey impressive in a messed-up way,” he admitted.

  • The Manhood Diaries    21: The Serial Cheater (5)

    It happened on a Tuesday evening. The house was quiet, filled with the golden-hour glow of a setting sun. Elena had made his favorite meal: filet mignon, cooked to a perfect medium-rare, with roasted asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes. The table was set with their fine china, a single rose in a vase between them, the scene a flawless imitation of marital peace. She was quiet throughout the meal, unusually so. Not sullen, not angry, just still. Her eyes, usually so warm and bright, watched him from across the table with a terrifying clarity. “Is everything okay?” Marcus asked, slicing into the tender meat, the action feeling obscenely normal. He sipped his wine, a rich Cabernet that suddenly tasted like ash. Elena put down her fork with a soft, precise click. The sound echoed in the silent dining room. She looked at him, and in that look, he saw the death of eight years. “I know.” Two words. Simple. Devastating. They froze the blood in his veins, turned the food in his mouth t

  • The Manhood Diaries    20: The Serial Cheater (4)

    The moving van next door had been there all day, a noisy intrusion into the suburban serenity of Marcus’s neighborhood. He watched from his home office window, sipping coffee as a woman directed movers with efficient, sharp gestures. She was a tall brunette, her hair a cascade of dark waves, her legs long and toned beneath yoga shorts. She moved with a confident stance, a woman who knew her own power—new neighbor. Elena, ever the gracious wife, baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies to welcome her. “We should be friendly, Marcus. It’s good to have nice neighbors,” she said, her smile warm and genuine as they walked over together. Sophie answered the door in cutoff shorts and a thin tank top, no bra underneath. Her nipples were hard and visible against the thin fabric, points of blatant arousal. She smiled warmly at Elena, accepting the cookies with gracious thanks, but her eyes, dark and knowing, lingered on Marcus, holding a challenge he instantly recognized. A week later, the

  • The Manhood Diaries    19: The Serial Cheater (3)

    Marcus entered her in one swift, brutal motion, her tight, wet heat enveloping him instantly. Isabelle threw her head back against the brick with a dull thud, biting her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He fucked her against the wall, each thrust deep and punishing, the fabric of his trousers rough against her bare thighs. The risk was electric, addictive. Elena, his sweet, trusting Elena, was mere feet away, separated only by a pane of glass. At any moment, she could slide the door open and see her husband buried to the hilt inside her best friend. “You’re a bastard,” Isabelle whispered, her legs wrapping around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. “A filthy, cheating bastard.” “And you love it,” he growled, slamming into her, his hands gripping her ass hard, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “You love being the whore at the wife’s party. Don’t you?” “Yes,” she hissed, her polished facade crackin

  • The Manhood Diaries    10: Threesome

    Adam let out a slow whistle, dragging his hand down his face. “Nah… this book is wild,” he said under his breath. He stayed still for a moment, staring at the page like it might say more if he looked long enough. Then he shook his head, almost laughing, but not fully. “A train?” he muttered. “Ou

  • The Manhood Diaries    9: Stranger on the train

    Episode 4 – Stranger on The Train The air inside the train car was thick with the smell of stale coffee, damp wool, and the faint, metallic tang of the rails below. It was the 7:45 PM commuter express, a rolling tomb of exhausted humanity. I slumped in my seat, tie loose, staring blankly at the r

  • The Manhood Diaries    8: The House Robber (2)

    “This is insane,” he growled, but he didn’t move away. “It’s a transaction,” she breathed, moving closer, her naked body almost touching his clothed one. “You came to take what you wanted. So take me. I’m here. I’m willing. And God, I am so empty.” The last word was a broken whisper that shattered

  • The Manhood Diaries    6: Theater Desires (4)

    The theater’s physical world was built by Ronan, the head set builder, a mountain of a man with sawdust in his beard and calloused hands. He was quiet, observant, and fiercely protective of his crew and his domain: the workshop and the stage itself. He’d seen Lila’s red eyes, Marta’s newfound sile

続きを読む

あなたも気に入るかもしれません

無料で面白い小説を探して読んでみましょう
GoodNovel アプリで人気小説に無料で！お好きな本をダウンロードして、いつでもどこでも読みましょう！
アプリで無料で本を読む
コードをスキャンしてアプリで読む
DMCA.com Protection Status