I hissed at both the pain and the electric currents that travelled straight to my boner.Fucking, get a grip of yourself, Ace.“You always did that,” Lena murmured. “Ignoring things until they got worse.”I let out a dry laugh. “Some habits don’t change.”Lena shook her head. “No,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine, “but some people do.”Yeah.Like my wife Clara.Quickly, I withdrew my hands.“What happened to you, Ace? All these years… you never contacted me. Even if for a quick fuck.” she asked.I hesitated. A quick fuck? My mind shouldn't even harbour such lewd thoughts, but I could feel the concept brewing, imagining those tits in my hands as her sonorous voice moaned..Fuck Ace!“My wife wants an open marriage.” I blurted out.Finally, it was out of my system. I watched it for Lena's mockery and judgement… but it didn't come. Instead she grabbed my hand again, covering my open wound with her sweaty but warm palms.It sent jolts down to my cock.I knew my boner could not be h

I didn’t respond to that. I got dressed in silence instead, but as I reached for my shirt, Lena continued.“She doesn’t deserve you.”I paused. “That’s not your decision to make, Lena. I’m still married to her.”“Yes, you are,” she agreed, “but your reality is your dear wife fucking other men with your permission.”I left without another word._______________________“Shit, shit, shit…”The drive home felt longer than usual.I had completely forgotten that Clara planned to cook my favorite meal tonight. After that, we were supposed to have “the talk” again and figure out how to improve our open marriage.As much as that sounded ridiculous, to my ears, I shouldn't have forgotten about it. When I finally stepped into the house, everything looked exactly the same—clean, perfect… like nothing had changed.“Ace?” Clara’s voice came from the living room.I walked in slowly. She stood there, dressed elegantly as always, her expression neutral—until her eyes landed on me.They narrowed instan

She was mentioning Clara again."What do you want, Lena?"She uncrossed her legs and stood, moving toward me slowly. "I want you to stop pretending last night didn't change anything." She stopped close enough that I could smell her. "Because it changed everything.""It was one night.""It was us, Ace." She snapped. "It was always us. I made a mistake leaving. I know that. And I know you know it too.""You don't know what I know."She reached up and pressed two fingers to the center of my chest. Right over my heart."It's pounding," she said quietly.I grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard.But no pain flashed through her eyes. Instead, she leaned closer… What a sadistic bitch.My phone chimed noisily.I stepped back, dropping her hands. "You need to leave. And don't come to my place of work again."She held my gaze for a long moment. Then she picked up her bag from the chair, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the door.She paused with her hand on the frame."Clara knows who I am, Ace."

“Fuck it,” I muttered hoarsely.I grabbed the cage, the lube, the black rose, and shoved everything into a hoodie pocket. Then I slipped out the back door like a thief.1427 Evergreen was a sleek high-rise. It further confirmed how Lena could afford this place. I took the elevator to the top floor with my pulse roaring in my ears.No turning back now.The door was indeed unlocked. I peeked in, noting that the apartment has non-existent light. I could only see by looking at the city lights.My nose twitched at the scent of her.“Lena?” My voice cracked.She emerged from the bedroom like a goddamn succubus.I squinted, taking in what she put on. Black silk robe hanging open, with nothing underneath but another one of those red net panties soaked dark at the crotch.Her tits were fuller than I remembered with nipples hard and sweaty. She had dropped that black gorgeous hair, gleaming at me seductively.“You came,” she purred. “Good boy.”I swallowed hard. “This stops now. I’m not doing t

Six months with no phone, no way to reach him, nothing but the ceiling and the sound of machines keeping me alive and my own thoughts eating me from the inside out.I drove myself insane in that bed.Eating whatever the nurses brought me, crying when no one was looking, wondering constantly how he was doing without me there.Because I knew Ace. I knew him better than he knew himself. He acted tough, always had this cool unbothered thing going on, but underneath all of that he was fragile in ways he'd never admit out loud.He needed someone at that moment.He needed me and I wasn't there.Every single day in that hospital I thought about him and felt sick with it.The night of the accident was supposed to be our date night. I had the reservation, the dress, everything sorted. I even had good news.No, scratch that. It was one of the biggest fucking news of our lives. But Ace had shown up first… before I even left the apartment, and the look on his face told me everything before he open