Melissa’s nightly routine with husband Wayne—shaving her glistening pussy in the gym locker room before their raw, sweat-drenched fuck sessions—shatters the moment her stepson Gary catches her spread-eagle on the sink, stroking her swollen clit. "You like what you see, stud?" she purrs, slicking her fingers …

John’s Valentine’s surprise wasn’t dessert—it was Paul’s sinful email, complete with a phone number and a smirk. "Your fantasy," my husband purred, watching me squirm at the thought of another man’s hands on me. One week later, I’m perched at a hotel bar in a skirt so short it barely contains my lace-thonged …