All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

FINN It happened on a Tuesday after training. Coach let us off early so we could rest and prepare for the state’s final championship match in two days. Keller and I pretended to go our separate ways after training so none of our teammates would suspect anything. They knew we were close in the field and the locker room. But they didn’t know we were way more than that outside the team. I didn’t make it back home immediately. Keller and I did what we always did after training whenever we had that urge to fuck. We’d split up in the parking lot like we were nothing more than teammates to each other. I’d wait until the last car pulls out before doubling back to his place. We started in the shower. Couldn’t finish there so we took things to the bedroom. We were so consumed by the heat of the moment that we forgot to lock the front door. Forgot to lock his bedroom door too. The blinds were half-drawn, the room dark. We knew each other’s bodies well enough by then that we didn’t always

MILOAiden poured the seventh glass and slid it toward me. Anyone with eyes could see I was already gone. Drunk. Swaying where I sat. Past the point of pretending I could handle it. “C’mon,” he pressed, sliding the glass closer. “Just another bottle and we can call it a night.”“Another bottle?” I laughed. Too loud. Too loose. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to take another bottle of that. I… I’m heading home to my bed.”I pushed back from the table, trying to get up. He didn’t let me. He kept pushing the glass toward me. And I forgot to mention, it wasn’t one of those small, thin glasses. It was one of those big tumblers that could literally qualify as a can.I shook my head and kept resisting until my hand knocked the glass over by accident.The drink hit my chest and ran down my shirt—cold, sticky, sudden. The bloom spread across the rest of my body and soaked into my pants, right where my dick sat. I stared down at it for what felt like a full minute before the slow, mortif

MILO“You nasty slut,” he whispered sinisterly into my ear, his breath dragging along my skin. “You can’t say you came here not expecting this to happen.”I smiled again. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t, which was why I lowkey prepared for it.Without warning, he added a second finger. I gritted my teeth. The stretch burned—two of his longest fingers fighting for room in my tight little hole. Within seconds, the burn quickly turned into something pleasurable.My face lifted off the pillow before I even realized it and I gasped. “Oh, fuck…”“There you are.” He laughed, low against the back of my neck. “I knew you were going to like getting your ass played with.”He was right. But not entirely. I didn’t know until later tonight.“And who better than me to do it?” He laughed again—the sound of a man who’d finally won something he’d been chasing for a long time. “I’m going to fuck your ass so good you’d wish I did it earlier.”Just like that his fingers worked me open with a patience I hadn’t

RAY My wife and I found a new apartment early this summer. It wasn’t anything special. Just two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen the size of a closet. This was not the kind of place that could pass as anyone’s dream home. But it could make do for now. At least until the babies came and we started raising a family. I remember my wife standing by the living room window that evening and pointing across the street. “There,” she said. “Your running route.” I smiled and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead and on the top of her head. As a dedicated runner, we’d considered that before choosing this place. I like to go for a fifteen to twenty-minute run three times a week, usually in the morning before starting my day. Wouldn’t trade it for anything. The road ran right up to our block and belonged to a school campus. It was long. Could've doubled as a marathon route. Dorms lined one side, a library the other, and students crossed t

RAY That night I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned under the sheets, staring at the ceiling one moment and closing my eyes the next, hoping exhaustion would finally win. It didn’t. Every time I drifted to sleep, my mind dragged me back to that bathroom. To that student. To the way he looked at me and smiled when he caught me staring. The way he gently forced me down on my knees and gripped my hair. The way he shoved his massive cock into my mouth and sprayed his load all over my face. Married man, yet still so desperate for some dick and cum. I squeezed my eyes shut as those words echoed in my head, filthy and degrading. I wanted to regret what happened but every time I tried to summon some guilt, I failed. All I could think about was how much I wanted to see him again. I turned toward my wife. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of what I’d done that morning. Completely unaware her husband was lying awake thinking about another man. “What a mess,” I whispered to