She saw. Kissing his assistant as she came to pick him up. In that second, she vowed to humiliate him and get revenge. Humiliated as he slept in bed sheets stained and wet with other men's cum. Humiliated by when they went out, she smelt of other men's sex on her for all to take in. Humiliated that when she did let him fuck her, it was sloppy seconds, or thirds to remind him. Humiliated because of one kiss. A new world wa...

"So many machines," Patty thought, as she closed the door behind her. The digital gauges on the bank of monitors mounted behind her husband's bed displayed an array of numbers and graphs, signaling every infinitesimal change to Brian's blood pressure, oxygen level and breathing rate. The up and down movement of the electrocardiogram display reassuringly showed that his heartbeat was steady. Patty saw the jumble of monitor...

The late-morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp, accusatory lines across his desk. Derrick, tall and broad-shouldered, reclined in his leather chair, draped in a bespoke navy suit. His deep mahogany skin contrasted sharply against the crisp white of his shirt while his fingers drummed a restless rhythm across the desk. Sometimes, those fingers stroked his beard, a subtle gesture betraying...

Tabatha and Andy were highschool sweethearts and married for six years. Tabatha loved Andy very much, but it felt like lately they were drifting apart. He was coming home later every night, usually smelling of alcohol, and would often get very defensive when she asked where he'd been. To top it off, they hadn't had sex for months. At first, she thought he was cheating on her, but as she began to investigate she realized h...

“To be honest, yes, he was often naughty as a child. Don’t get me wrong; he was always very sweet. It’s just that he was incorrigible in many ways, just asking for a spanking. Especially after his father left us... “ Johnny’s mother shook her head. “I had to spank him almost every day.” She paused, “Well, until he was sixteen.” She picked up her glass and drained it of the remaining wine. “What happened? Did he start beha...

"Oh, Oliver, this stuffy old school gives me the creeps," said Dorothy to her handsome husband, the new schoolmaster of the dreaded upper sixth. Oliver agreed with his beautiful wife, "It is a bit old-fashioned, Dorothy, rigidly maintaining the 'traditional' school values, as everyone keeps endlessly repeating." They were alone now in the school master's quarters after spending a tiring day being shown around the ancient...

Early retirement hadn't turned out to be the idyll either of them expected. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t used his always being underfoot. The fact is, there had never been more than a few waking hours a week when he wasn’t at work; all the years they had kids at...

He walked into his regular coffee shop ready for the normal morning relaxation. It was full of women fresh from their early workouts at the nearby gym as well as the regular patrons dotted around the two areas. In front of him, in the queue, was a chatty blonde woman in black and white patterned cigar pants with the obligatory rucksack on her shoulders. She took what looked to be a flat white and a tea cake and made her w...