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View MoreJax slammed his locker shut, chest heaving from the game. His rival, Tyler, stood two feet away, sweat dripping down his ripped abs. They had bet everything on this matchup. Winner takes all. And Jax had won."You lost, pretty boy," Jax growled, voice low so the last teammates wouldn't hear.Tyler’s jaw clenched. His blue eyes flashed with anger and something hotter. "Fuck you, Jax. It was one point.""One point that matters." Jax stepped closer, heart pounding. The empty locker room smelled of sweat and victory. His cock was already twitching at the thought of collecting.Tyler’s breath hitched. He hated how Jax made his body react. Rivals for two years, always pushing each other. Now this stupid bet hung between them like a live wire."You really gonna make me do this?" Tyler muttered, but his cheeks flushed.Jax smirked. "A bet’s a bet. Strip. Now."Tyler’s hands shook as he yanked off his jersey. His chest was flushed, nipples hard from the cool air. Jax watched every move, blood
Emily stepped into the hushed lobby of Serenity Spa in downtown Chicago, the cool air carrying hints of lavender and eucalyptus. At twenty-eight, she had booked this massage to unwind after a brutal week of client meetings. Her usual therapist, Maria, was supposed to handle the deep tissue session. But the receptionist frowned at the computer screen."I'm so sorry, Ms. Harper. There's been a mix-up with the schedule. Maria had an emergency, but we have Jake available. He's one of our top therapists. Fully certified, excellent reviews."Emily hesitated. She had never had a male masseuse before. But her shoulders ached like fire, and canceling meant another week of knots. "Fine. Let's do it."The receptionist led her to a private room with soft lighting, a wide massage table draped in fresh linens, and instrumental music playing low. Emily undressed to her panties, slipped under the sheet, and tried to relax. The door clicked open minutes later.Jake entered, tall and broad-shouldered,
Found that out on our wedding day when I caught him getting his back blown out by his executive assistant in the bathroom. The boy was destroying my husband like a bull.Yeah. That happened.My perfect traditional husband who wanted the white picket fence and the two kids and the suburban life? He's gay. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference for men.We never talked about it. He pretended it didn't happen. I pretended I didn't see it. We went through with the wedding because what else was I going to do? Everyone was there. The deposits were paid. My family would have been humiliated.So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed.And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick.The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them.And I'm keepin
I've been married for seven years.Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home.People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason.And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.My husband isn't a bad man. He's a good father. A decent provider. But in bed? He's not what I need. His thing is average at best and he's not into the things I crave. The rough stuff. The intensity. The kind of sex that leaves you sore and satisfied and unable to walk straight the next day.I have knacks. Preferences. Kinks that make my body come alive.My husband doesn't share them. We still do it but not nearly as much as I want. Not nearly as hard as I need.So I found o






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