Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation

SUMMER

I haven't been properly fucked in five years.

Five painfully, torturous years of dying to be properly claimed. Ruined. Wrecked.

I've been aching for the kind of touch that sinks into your soul and rearranges every of your fucked up bones.

Walker tries. God bless him, he really does.

But my rather inexperienced husband’s best was never good enough.

He trails soft kisses down my neck, bites down to leave hickeys that'd fade after thirty seconds, tries to talk dirty, lasts seven minutes when he's on those meds he always relies on…and if not, probably four.

The moans, the wriggling, the gasps—I fake all of it.

I fake it so he doesn't feel bad.

And after everything, I lie there, staring into the dark, biting my lip to keep the truth from slipping out.

The fact always remains: his hands are too gentle, his pace too careful, his desire too polite. Everything Walker does brushes right up against the wrong fantasy.

It was nothing like I wanted.

Nothing like I craved.

The real truth is that the whole time my husband is moving inside me, all I'm thinking is—it should be him.

Maddox.

Walker's elder brother. The family's black sheep. The walking embodiment of every filthy desire I've tried to tame but couldn't.

Every time Walker and I fuck, I finish with my vibrator afterward. I insert it deep inside my aching pussy, close my eyes, and imagine a different voice in my ear.

A deeper one.

A darker one.

One voice that says my name like it's the beginning of a deadly sin—Maddox’s voice.

Maddox is everything Walker isnt—dominating, reckless, hot. And God help me, but he knows the effect he has. He knows exactly how my breath hitches when he walks into a room. He knows how my pulse jumps when he leans too close. He's fully aware why I turn away quickly when he catches me staring lustily at him.

And tonight?

Walker's invited him over—for a cozy, wholesome, Christmas dinner with family.

The idea was almost laughable.

Maddox wasn't even a bit family oriented.

But of course, trust Walker to screw badly and also make worse decisions.

Maybe if he knew Maddox featured in every of my dirtiest, most forbidden fantasies...If he knew I'd been getting off to the thought of his brother's voice, and fantasizing about him pinning me down to our matrimonial bed, maybe he wouldn't keep putting me in the same room with a temptation I can barely survive.

“Babe,” Walker's voice cuts in through my thoughts. “What are you still doing up here?”

I hadn't even heard him come in.

I open my mouth to respond but he’s already moving on.

“Maddox is here already. Downstairs.”

“Ohh,” was all I could say.

My heart's thudding so loud, I wonder if Walker can hear it too.

I heard him before I could see him.

His laugh—deep, dark, intense, echoed through the entire house. The kind of sound that effortlessly makes you wet