บททั้งหมดของ Fifty Shades of Lust {Short Stories}: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

I didn’t plan for any of this to happen.My name is Cecilia, and I had been married to Ryan for almost two years. We lived in a quiet suburban neighborhood where the houses sat close together and the backyards shared a low wooden fence. Ryan worked long hours and traveled constantly for his job. Most nights I ate dinner alone and went to bed wondering why I even bothered waiting up.Our neighbor Matthew was nothing like my husband. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm, deep voice that always seemed to settle low in my stomach whenever he spoke. His wife Sarah traveled even more than Ryan did, leaving Matthew alone in their house for days at a time. We had started with simple conversations over the fence—hello, how was your day, need help with those groceries—and slowly those talks had grown longer, the looks between us heavier.That Friday evening I came home from the gym feeling restless and overheated. Ryan had texted that his flight was delayed and he wouldn’t be back until late the

We lay tangled on the couch for what felt like hours, though it was probably only minutes. Matthew’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek, his fingers drawing slow, soothing circles on my bare back. The thin tank top was still bunched around my ribs, but neither of us made any move to fix it. The room smelled like sex and faint traces of his cologne—something warm and woody that made my stomach flutter every time I breathed it in.My mind, however, wouldn’t stay quiet.Ryan’s face kept flashing behind my eyes. Not the distant, exhausted version I usually saw when he finally came home, but the man I’d married—the one who used to make me laugh until my sides hurt, the one who once surprised me with a weekend getaway just because I mentioned I was stressed. Guilt twisted sharp and sudden in my chest, cutting through the warm afterglow.Matthew seemed to sense the shift. He tilted his head down to look at me, his voice low and careful. “You’re thinking too hard.”I let out a shak

The door clicked shut behind me with a soft, final sound that seemed to echo in the quiet house. I stood there barefoot in the dim lamplight, wearing nothing but Ryan’s oversized t-shirt, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.Matthew didn’t move at first. He just sat on the couch, watching me with those dark, steady eyes. The gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, the V of muscle leading down to where the fabric tented slightly. He looked relaxed, but the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw flexed told me he was holding himself back.“You came back,” he said again, quieter this time. His voice was rough, like he’d been waiting for hours.I swallowed, my fingers twisting in the hem of the t-shirt. “I shouldn’t have.”“But you did.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Does that mean you want this, Cecilia? Or are you still trying to convince yourself you don’t?”The question hung between us. I could hear the faint tick of a clock somewhere deeper

SADIE I lay sprawled across my tangled sheets, still slick with sweat from the afternoon I'd spent with two of my regulars. My body hummed with satisfaction, thighs aching pleasantly, but already that familiar hunger was stirring again. I loved sex. Craved it. The stretch, the heat, the filthy words, the way a man lost control inside me. Nothing else made me feel so alive.A sharp knock rattled my bedroom door.“Sadie! Open this door right now!” My mother’s voice was shrill, edged with that holy terror she’d perfected over the years.I sighed, pulling on a thin silk robe that barely covered my ass. “Coming, Mom.”The moment I opened the door, my parents pushed inside like a righteous hurricane. Dad’s face was flushed beet-red under his graying beard, Bible clutched in one meaty fist. Mom’s eyes were wide and watery, clutching her rosary like a weapon.“Sadie Grace, we can’t do this anymore,” Dad started, voice booming. “The neighbors saw you again. Two men this time. In broad dayligh

I smiled up at Father Francis, still perched on the edge of the altar with my legs spread, his warm cum slowly leaking from my pussy onto the marble. The sight of him standing there—robes disheveled, cock half-hard and glistening with our combined juices, clerical collar askew—sent a fresh wave of heat through me.“All night?” I echoed softly, licking my finger clean. “Good choice, Father. My parents raised me to respect the clergy.”He ran a hand over his face, muttering something that sounded like a Latin prayer mixed with a curse. But his eyes kept dropping back to my dripping cunt. The conflict in him was delicious.A sharp knock rattled the chapel door.“Father Francis?” Dad’s voice boomed. “It’s been over an hour. Is the deliverance progressing? Should we bring in more holy water?”I bit my lip to stifle a laugh and clenched my inner muscles so another trickle of his cum slid down my thigh. Father Francis’s gaze followed it hungrily.He cleared his throat, trying to sound compos