Hiding in the shadows, Harrison watches his imperious wife dominate her favorite office boy toy.

My wife was working late. Again. So said the text I received from her when I was about to start my commute home.

I knew what that message really meant.

The simple sentence told me that Mary was going to top her favorite employee — and if he behaved, I might get to see her fuck him! A thrill ran through me. I checked the clock on the dash as I calculated how long it would take me to get to her office. Her first text was followed by a second: “I know you won’t mind.”

I sat in my car in the parking lot, thinking: No, I don’t. I don’t mind at all. I could already see her in my mind, punishing Raif for some misdeed — real or imagined. He loves... Read More