All Chapters of Dirty Steamy Stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The gala was in full swing when I arrived, and I watched Theo do a doubletake when he saw me. I smiled in satisfaction when he walked away from the coworker he'd been talking to."You look gorgeous, darling," he praised, bending to drop a kiss on my red lips.I leaned into the kiss instead of doing the opposite like I usually did.He raised an eyebrow, surprised. I resisted the urge to do a three-sixty for him.I looked amazing, if I do say so myself. The makeup artist and hairstylist had done fabulous jobs, and the red dress I wore was revealing as hell with a plunging neckline, non-existent back, and thigh-high slit. My look was completed with matching red strappy stilettos.Theo didn't try to hide the fact that he was shamelessly checking me out.Smiling, I slid a small card into his jacket pocket and sashayed away, winking at him over my shoulder.I briefly wondered why I felt so giddy and happy, then realized that it was because the night was already reminiscent of how Theo and I

"Is this going to be permanent?" I asked Theo as he washed me gently and thoroughly.Liam and Henry had taken turns taking their bath, and Theo had scooped me into a bridal carry, choosing to clean me himself."What do you mean?" my husband asked, his fingers kneading my shoulders under the spray of hot water.He moved with a kind of grace that had drawn me to him in the first place, years ago. Water droplets glistened on his skin in the dim lighting, and I gave in to the urge to turn around and kiss his neck softly.When I presented my back to him again, something hard brushed against the curve of my back. I smiled, feeling my body respond in kind."Are we going to keep doing this?" I clarified. "With Liam and Henry.""Well..." Theo trailed off, as if trying to find the best way to phrase his answer. "Didn't you enjoy it?"I shivered as his fingers brushed against my nipples and moves downwards."I did.""But?" Theo prompted."I still want it to be just us," I said. "I miss us."Stro

I sniffed into the sleeve of my sweatshirt, my head pounding as I flipped pancakes for my five-year old. I'd had the devil of a headache since yesterday and I wasn't sure I would be able to drop Lily off at school. Just as I was plating the food after cutting it into fun dinosaur shapes, Daniel walked in, looking fresher than the morning warranted. "Hey, baby," I greeted through my clogged nose. Dan mumbled something incoherent in reply, dropped a kiss on our daughter's head, and sat at the table. He poured himself a coffee while he waited for me to get his own breakfast ready. I set Lily's plate down in front of her and returned to the stove to get started on Daniel's. "Honey, do you think you can drop Lily off at school today?" I asked my husband. Daniel and I had been married for eight years, and the years hadn't been kind to him. He had changed from the handsome, charming man I knew to a balding, surly workaholic. "Why can't you do it?" He asked. "I have a flight later toda

By the next morning, I had already gone through all the possibilities. My body was strung tight with my thoughts and I felt warm to the touch even though my fever was gone and I felt much better. I had a different kind of fever I desperately wanted my son to put out. I briefly considered taking out my favorite glass dildo and relieving some tension before breakfast, but I decided against it. Nothing less than Seb's touch would do. I thought about Daniel of course, but I found I did not care. Whether he was cheating on me or not was none of my business. If he did his job at all, this wouldn't be happening. I took extra care with the way I looked that morning, but opted out of dressing up. Everyone knew I always went to breakfast in my pajamas. Suddenly showing up dressed up and made up would be weird. I chose to wear one of my silk nightgowns instead. It was a flattering pink that molded around my body like a caress, and almost left nothing to the imagination. As a consideration t

“Are those condoms, mom?” I gaped, “What do you need that many for on a business trip?”She smiled, shoving the heap of rubbers into her suitcase. “Your dad hasn't been fucking me the right way lately, can you believe that? He's as stubborn as a mule. So I'm going to have great sex however I can. His dick isn't even that big, anyway.”Her huge knockers jiggled in her tight shirt, as she hefted the suitcase closed. I grabbed the bras and thongs tangled in the sheets.“Wait, you're forgetting these,” I scrunched up my nose, “and these sheets stink! Why do you keep forgetting to put them in the washer?”“My bad, honey. I was playing with my vibrator last night, I must have made a mess.” She raised the suitcase and kissed me on the cheek, “Be a darling and put those in for me, will you? And watch your dad, don't let him bring any whore into my house.”Sighing, I followed my mom to the car outside. Once she drove away, I stepped back in and took the dirty laundry to the washroom. “Sandra!