Semua Bab WAVES OF WANT : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The following Thursday arrived too quickly. I spent the entire week trying to bury what happened outside the center. I told myself it was a one off. A crude slip from a frustrated husband and nothing more but every time I closed my eyes, Victor’s low, filthy voice echoed in my head: *Wondering if it’s thick enough to stretch that tight pussy you’re hiding under that skirt?* I arrived early for the 3 PM session, heart already beating faster than it should. I chose the chair farthest in the corner, legs crossed tightly, notepad balanced on my lap like a shield. Dr. Ramirez greeted me with her usual professional smile. Claire arrived first, looking more agitated than last week. Victor followed a minute later, his tall frame filling the doorway. His eyes found me instantly. That same slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he took his seat beside his wife. He didn’t say anything inappropriate during the session. Ofcourse he didn’t but the way his gaze kept drifting to me felt deliberat

Thursday came like a storm I couldn’t outrun. I barely slept the night before, my body aching with anticipation and shame. I stood in front of my mirror for far too long, choosing a deep burgundy blouse that clung to my tits and a tight black skirt so short it barely covered the curve of my ass when I bent over. No tights. Just sheer black lace panties that were already damp by the time I left my apartment. I wanted him to see exactly what I was offering. The session was pure torture. Claire was crying within ten minutes, accusing Victor of checking out other women, of emotionally abandoning her. Victor’s replies were clipped, his deep voice calm but laced with barely contained hunger. “Maybe I’m tired of pretending,” he said, eyes flicking to me in the corner. “Tired of jerking off in the shower thinking about tight, eager pussy instead of forcing myself to fuck a wife who’s dry as a fucking desert.” Claire gasped. Dr. Ramirez intervened smoothly, but the damage was done. My cli

My name is Lena, and for as long as I could remember, my older sister Sophia had been the sun around which our entire family orbited. Unlike me, she was everything. Beautiful, poised, ambitious, you name it . Just the perfect daughter our parents had always dreamed of. At 28, she was about to marry Jonathan Hale, the kind of man who commanded attention wherever he went. Tall, broad shouldered with sharp cheekbones, dark tousled hair, and eyes the color of aged whiskey that seemed to see straight through people. He was successful, charming, and supposedly completely devoted to Sophia. Or so everyone believed. I was the younger sister for four years. 25 and still very much struggling. Struggling to build my graphic design career in a tiny city apartment while Sophia and Jonathan lived in their nice penthouse. I had always kept my distance from him. Not because I disliked him, but because something about him terrified me. He noticed everything. In every room we shared, his gaze lin

The bridal shower preparations came and it was absolute torture. A beautiful, glittering nightmare that made my stomach twist each time with guilt and this forbidden excitement that came with it. Sophia on the other hand glowed and giggled as she opened gift after gift. Expensive lingerie for the honeymoon, naughty toys tagged *for fun* with her soon to be husband. Every time she held up something lacy or vibrating, my cheeks burned. Jonathan watched us from across the room, his intense whiskey eyes burning into me with every shift of my body. I felt really exposed, dirty and shamefully aroused all at once. Later, while everyone laughed in the living room, I slipped into the kitchen for more wine, desperate for a moment alone to steady my racing heart but Jonathan followed. The second the door clicked shut behind him, the air got thick with tension. “You looked jealous when she unwrapped that vibrators,” he murmured, stepping close to me enough that his body heat enveloped me. “im

Three months had passed since the wedding. Sophia was now Mrs. Jonathan Hale, happily posting honeymoon photos and planning their future while I drowned in silent agony. The guilt had not faded, it had only grown heavier and sharper like a blade twisting deeper in my chest every single day. I avoided family gatherings as much as possible but tonight, I couldn’t. It was Sophia’s birthday dinner at their penthouse. Every time I looked at my sister, smiling, giggling and glowing beside her husband, my stomach clenched with self-loathing. *She has no idea that the man she kisses goodnight has been fucking me raw behind her back.* Yet the moment Jonathan’s eyes met mine across the table, my pussy throbbed with dire hard need. After dinner, Sophia got slightly drunk and passed out early in their bedroom. Jonathan told her he would handle the cleanup but the very moment her door closed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight into his home office locking the door behind us. The secon