All Chapters of Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air charges. One of them steps forward, close enough for me to smell his cologne. His gloved hand brushes my hip possessively. “How much do you think that costs, bride?” My throat tightens. “I’ll pay whatever you want. Just tell me how much.” The man’s low chuckle makes my stomach ache. He leans in until his breath is warm against my ear. “If you want it so bad…” His palm smacks hard against my ass, the sound cutting through the music and making me yelp. “…then consider it our wedding present to you.” My eyes widen and a shaky laugh slips out of me. Free. I don’t have to pay. They’re giving me this just because I asked. A rush of excitement shoots through me, wiping away the last of my doubt. The others laugh darkly, like they’ve been waiting to hear that sound from me. A hand grabs my wrist. Another slides down the curve of my back. “Come,” one orders, voice smooth as sin. They crowd closer, shadows circling me. One… two… three… my heartbeat trips as I count. Big bodies, bar

They position me on hands and knees, my breasts swaying, ass raised high like an offering I can’t take back. The new guy’s rough hand spreads me open from behind, his thumb teasing the tight hole of my ass. He spits on it, the hot slick sliding down as he drags his cockhead against me. My whole body jerks as panic shoots through me and I can’t stop the words from spilling out. “Wait— I’ve never… not there…” His hand clamps my hip, and his voice is low against my ear. “First time, huh? Don’t be scared. You’ll take it. And you’ll fucking love it.” I freeze, breath trapped in my chest. My nails dig at the floor. His thumb strokes my skin. “That’s it. Just relax for me. You’ll love it once you open up.” My throat moves but no sound comes out. I nod, scared but still wanting it. Another palm strokes down my back, warm oil dripping into the crack of my ass. “Breathe, sweetheart.” I feel fingers rubbing over my anus, then one slides inside, pressing and circling until it finds the sp

~ Linda ~I just found out my husband is fucking a Gen Z baddie and I don’t know what to do about it.I’m in bed beside him, scrolling through his phone with tears running down my face. He sleeps like nothing in the world is wrong while my whole body shakes with the betrayal pressed against my palm.“Your wife could never.” “Can’t stop thinking about your dick in my hole.” “When will she be gone?”One dirty message after another, her tongue-out selfies and videos glowing back at me. He didn’t even bother to hide it.God, I want to wake him up. Shove the phone in his face and ask why he needs anyone else when he has me. But the tears pouring down my cheeks taste of something hotter than grief and I know doing all that won't solve anything.My nails dig into the phone until my palms sting, the screen slippery with sweat as I keep scrolling.Her moan fills the tiny video, making my stomach flip… my breath hitches and my thighs press together before I can stop them. What the hell is happe

~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet. Bryan’s told me stories about her sighing through sex, how she turns her head away like it’s a chore or he isn’t touching her right. I don’t hate her for it, I get it. Marriage eats the hunger out of people and I make it my job to feed it back to them. Both partners. That’s what I tell myself as I unzip my skirt and watch her eyes drop… that I’m saving marriages one filthy day at a time. Still, I can’t help but think: what if I’m not saving anything? What if I’m just hu

He peels his crop top off first, slowly like he knows every inch revealed is another line I’ll have to cross.The light from the window catches on the lines of his collarbone.My throat tightens. God. I’m really going through with this.My heartbeat drums in my ear, loud enough to drown out the air conditioner. Anticipation, desire, or guilt…I can’t even tell them apart.He steps closer, slipping out of his bikini. The straps fall loose at his sides. It’s absurd and disarming all at once… that bright scrap of fabric clinging to a body that shouldn’t look this good in it.His gaze never leaves mine. It isn’t teasing; it’s something else, like he’s measuring whether I’ll run or stay.And I stay.I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight of him naked. Bryan’s face keeps flashing through my mind—his fury, his begging—but those images fade under the weight of what’s standing right in front of me now.“You can still stop this,” he says quietly as if reading my thought. Though the c