"He's called Albert," Kat said to Andy with a smile. The ease with which Kat chatted with Andy after meeting in the park was a pleasant surprise. When she suggested leaving the bench and walking to continue their discussion, Kat amazed herself by doing so. Telling Andy that her 'elephant in the room' even had a name was something she had never expected to do within an hour of their first meeting, though Kat was eager for...

The tires gripped the asphalt as I merged onto I-4 from 95, the interstate stretching endlessly before us. We had left TPC Sawgrass an hour ago, with another hour left before reaching home in Orlando. The faint rattle of Denise’s golf clubs in the back of the SUV broke the otherwise silent ride, a gentle but unwelcome reminder of the weekend’s abrupt end. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passin...

My legs buckled beneath me, leaving me slumped against the machine’s dented casing, my entire body trembling in shock. Denise’s scream for Tommy, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, echoed endlessly in my mind, her voice flooding every inch of the hidden dungeon in our VRBO, nearly drowning out the rhythmic hydraulic hiss of the merciless contraption. Reclined in the worn gynecological chair, fresh off the golf...

I stood frozen behind the contraption, torn between denial and inevitability, the empty wine glass she had carelessly handed me clutched in one hand while the other hovered over the worn red switch of the machine’s controller. Time seemed to slow as I grappled with the sight of Denise reclined in the battered gynecological chair. Her pink sleeveless Nike golf shirt clung to her body, still damp from her round in the swelt...

As we stepped into the house, our eyes were immediately drawn to the open bookshelf on the right, revealing the hidden sex dungeon precisely as we’d left it before rushing out the door to the golf course: a dark, unignorable void. The faint, musty smell from the secret space had seeped into the living room, clinging to the air. Denise set her clubs down, the familiar clank of irons jostling together, serving as a reminder...

"Denise!" I shouted, my voice edged with panic, but the sharp hiss of hydraulic noise drowned me out. The bookshelf in our VRBO groaned and creaked, slowly shifting inward on its own. The frame shuddered, books wobbling precariously until a few toppled to the floor with dull thuds, tiny dust clouds rising as they hit. The shelf swung fully open, finally stopping to reveal a dark, ominous passage hidden within the wall. Th...

Chaos erupted as Alex suddenly bolted from his office, sprinting out the front door, leaving a trail of smoke and tire marks behind. He vanished from the driveway without warning. Emily and I rushed to the front door in a panic, anxiety flooding the foyer as I struggled to process what had just happened to my husband of twenty years. My hand shook as I reached into my pocket, fumbling to pull out my phone to call Alex. Ju...

I lay on the couch and composed myself, closing my eyes and trying to recall the events of the last few hours. My entire body was sore, no part more so than my pussy. I had lost count of the number of cocks it had welcomed. Cum still trickled from my well-fucked hole. My body, front and back, was crusted in dried semen. My nipples ached, my mouth was dry. I tried to connect with my feelings, but exhaustion was making that...

I rush to His house giddy with anticipation and stricken with fear. It is ever thus, this monthly escape always squeezed into too little time. Little white lies allow me to leave work early and arrive home for dinner a little later than normal. How early and how late determines the amount of time I have to be His. His. For a few hours each month, that word defines me. His – to enjoy as he pleases. His – to tend to His eve...