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her back and fucked her properly, one hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t get loud. She came hard, legs wrapped around me, and told me to cum inside her. I did. Afterward she stayed for a few minutes, then got dressed and went back to the guest room. In the morning she acted like nothing happened. Before she left she pulled me aside and said if I ever visit her place we can do it again, but we keep it between us. I haven’t decided if I’m going.

over the dryer, yanked her panties to the side, and pushed inside her from behind. She was already soaked. She pushed back hard, telling me not to stop. I gripped her hips and fucked her deep, the dryer rattling, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. She came first, legs shaking, biting her lip to stay quiet. I asked if I could finish inside her and she gasped “yes, fill me up.” I came deep in her, holding her there while I emptied everything. We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing heavy. After, she pulled her panties back up, told me we had to act normal when her mom got home, and left without looking at me again. She’s still here. This morning she walked past me in the kitchen like nothing happened, but she texted me later: “Don’t lock the bathroom door tonight.” We haven’t talked about it out loud.

I slept with my stepdaughter in the laundry room last night and we haven’t looked at each other the same since. She’s 22. Her mom and I have been married for years, and she’s been living with us while she finishes school. I’ve noticed the way she looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention those tight shorts, the way she bends over in the kitchen but I never thought she’d actually want my cock. Her mom was out for the night. It was late. She came downstairs in just a tank top and panties to grab something from the dryer. I was already in there. She froze when she saw me, eyes dropping to the bulge in my shorts. She didn’t leave. She locked the door behind her. “I thought you were in bed,” she said, voice shaky. “I was just getting a towel.” I didn’t cover up. She stepped closer, reached out, and ran her fingers over my cock through the fabric. “You’re really that hard for me?” she muttered. I pulled my shorts down. She dropped to her knees on the tile, spit on my cock, and took me deep. She sucked me sloppy and wet, moaning around it, one hand stroking the base while the other gripped my thigh. I pulled her up before I could finish, bent her

breakfast with my parents, laughing and acting as though nothing had happened. She even asked my mother how she slept. I couldn’t look at her for too long. Then my phone vibrated under the table. It was a message from Melissa. “I haven’t stopped thinking about last night. I want to see you again before we leave tomorrow.” I stared at the screen. Her husband was sitting right beside my father. And nobody at that table had any idea what had happened. Would you meet Melissa again knowing her husband is your father’s close friend, or would you end it before this secret destroys both families?

I fvcked my cousin in the guest bathroom last night after she said she was just coming to say goodnight. Her name is Lena. She’s 24, my mom’s sister’s daughter, and she was staying over for a couple nights while visiting. We’ve always been close, but I’ve jerked off thinking about her ass in those leggings more times than I’ll admit. My parents went to bed early. It was just us downstairs. I was taking a late shower with the door cracked. She walked in wearing a long T-shirt and nothing else, stopped when she saw me, and locked the door. Her eyes went straight to my cock. “I was just checking if you needed anything,” she said, voice low. She didn’t leave. She dropped the shirt, stepped into the shower naked, and pressed her body against mine. Soft tits, thick thighs, that ass I’d been staring at all day. She reached down, wrapped her hand around my dick, and started stroking while she kissed my neck. Then she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She sucked me deep and messy, moaning around it, spit dripping down my shaft. I pulled her up, turned her around, bent her slightly against the wall, and pushed inside her from behind. She was dripping. She pushed back and told me to fuck her harder. I did, one hand on her hip, the other playing with her clit. She came first, legs shaking, trying not to be loud. I asked if I could cum inside her and she gasped “yes, fill me.” I buried myself deep and emptied everything into her. We stayed pressed together for a minute, panting. After, she rinsed off, told me this stays between us, and left. She’s still here tomorrow. She already texted me this morning saying she wants it again before she goes.

I found the diary hidden beneath the floorboards of our new house. At first, I assumed it belonged to the previous owner. Then I opened the first page. It was written in my fiancé’s handwriting. Every page described how he planned to stage my suicide, down to the smallest detail. I felt sick as I turned through the entries. But the final page was what made my blood run cold. The last entry was dated for tonight. It described exactly how he intended to kill me and make it look like I had taken my own life. Then I noticed something worse. The diary mentioned the exact brand of sedatives currently dissolving in the soup on the stove upstairs. The soup he had prepared for me. My hands began trembling. I hadn’t told him I was coming downstairs to the basement. And he had no idea I’d found the diary. Then I heard footsteps approaching.

One step after another. Slowly climbing down the basement stairs. I quickly closed the diary and held my breath. A moment later, his gentle, familiar voice filled the room. “Dinner’s ready, honey.” I stared at the diary in my hands. Then I looked toward the stairs. He had just called me. And I suddenly realized the diary wasn’t predicting what he planned to do. It was telling me what he had already started doing. If you discovered your partner had planned your murder and was waiting upstairs with poisoned food, would you confront them or pretend you knew nothing?