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Boss's Wife: Part 4
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UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Best man's Secret: Part 4
The wedding happened exactly as planned. I stood at the front in a fitted black suit and watched Lena walk the aisle on her father’s arm while the gathered guests rose and turned. She looked composed, beautiful, exactly the bride the photographs would remember. White dress, steady smile, eyes fixed on Chris as if the rented bedroom three nights earlier had never existed. I kept my own face carefully neutral. The best man’s expression. Supportive. Unremarkable. The vows were exchanged without tremor. Rings slid into place. The celebrant pronounced them married and the room erupted in the expected applause. I handed Chris the rings when the moment required it and stepped back into the line of groomsmen like a man with nothing private burning under his collar. The reception ran long. Speeches. Dancing. The usual rotation of relatives and friends offering congratulations. Lena moved through it all with practiced grace. Every so often her eyes found mine across the room—over the rim of
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Best man's Secret: Part 3
I waited the full five minutes before going downstairs. The bathroom at the end of the hall gave me cold water and a mirror that still showed too much. I looked like a man who had just fucked someone he shouldn’t have—color high, mouth slightly swollen, the residual heat of her still in my blood. I washed my hands twice, fixed my shirt, and forced my breathing level. The smell of her perfume clung faintly to my collar. I left it. Downstairs the party had resumed a thinner version of itself. The music was lower. Two of the groomsmen were back at the poker table with fresh drinks and carefully neutral faces. Chris stood near the kitchen island, phone in hand, the picture of a man trying to calculate damage control. When he saw me on the stairs he crossed the room immediately. “Where is she?” “She left. I walked her to her car. She said she needed to sleep it off and that you should call her tomorrow when both of you are sober.” Chris searched my face. For a second I thought the tru
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Best man's Secret: Part 2
The latch clicked shut and the room became its own closed world. Lena stayed on the edge of the bed, watching me. The muffled noise of the party downstairs filtered through the floor—laughter, a raised voice, the thump of bass from whatever playlist someone had restarted. Up here the air felt thicker. I remained near the door with my hand still on the knob, giving her one last chance to tell me to open it again. She didn’t. “You’re supposed to talk me down,” she said. “Tell me Chris is a good man who made a drunken mistake and that the photo doesn’t mean anything.” “Is that what you want to hear?” “No.” I crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of her. She had to tip her chin up to hold my eyes. The green dress had ridden slightly higher on her thighs when she sat. Her coat lay discarded beside her. Up close I could smell her perfume and the sharper edge of whatever she had been drinking before she drove here. “You asked if I’ve ever wanted something I wasn’t supposed to w
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Best man's Secret: Part 1
The bachelor party was supposed to stay at the rented house. We had the music low enough not to draw complaints, poker chips scattered across the long dining table, and enough whiskey on the counter to keep the night moving. Chris—the groom, my closest friend since college—was already two drinks past sentimental and talking about the vows he still hadn’t finished writing. The rest of the guys were loud in the way men get when the wedding is three days out and the last unsupervised night feels like it matters more than it should. I was in the kitchen pouring another round when the front door opened hard enough to hit the stopper. Lena stood in the entryway. She wore a black coat over a short dress, hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed. One look at her eyes told me she was drunk—not glassy, not stumbling, but sharp and angry in the way only certain kinds of drinking allowed. Conversation in the living room stuttered and died. Chris rose halfway from his chair. “Lena? What are you—”
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Neighbour's Wife: Part 4
The back gate was open the following Tuesday at 7:05. I saw it from my kitchen window—the wooden panel swung inward against the fence, a quiet invitation that needed no text. I finished the glass of water I had been holding, walked out my own back door, and crossed the narrow strip of grass that separated our yards. The gate closed behind me with a soft click. The patio door stood unlocked. I stepped into Claire’s kitchen like I had done it a dozen times already. She was waiting in the living room in nothing but one of her husband’s white button-down shirts, half the buttons left open. The hem hit mid-thigh. Her hair was down. When she saw me she didn’t bother with hello. “You’re late by five minutes.” “Had to make sure the street was clear.” “It’s always clear on Tuesdays.” She walked toward me, the shirt shifting with each step, and stopped close enough that I could see she wore nothing underneath. “I already locked the front. Gate stays open until you leave. House is ours unti
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Neighbour's Wife: Part 3
We didn’t move to the bedroom. Claire stayed under me on the couch for another few minutes, legs still loose around my hips, my come slowly leaking out of her onto the cushion. Her fingers traced idle lines along my back. The locked house felt suspended—no headlights in the driveway, no distant garage door, only the two of us and the quiet tick of the clock in the kitchen. “Again,” she said. I lifted my head. She was already looking at me with fresh heat in her eyes. I kissed her once, hard, then pulled out and stood. She watched me with open interest while I stayed naked in the middle of her living room, cock still half-hard and shiny from her. Claire sat up, wiped the mess between her thighs with her discarded tank top, and rose to her feet. “Kitchen,” she said. “I want the counter.” She walked ahead of me without bothering to pick up her clothes. The leggings and tank top stayed in a small pile on the couch. I followed the pale line of her bare back and the soft sway of her as
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