She loved me and wanted him. The beautiful love of my life. My destined wife, Bonded forever. I wanted her to have everything. True love means openness. I knew her wants. The right choice? Let her run free. Jealousy is for the weak-minded. I would always be there for her. I was there at that moment... She lay back, moistened, with closed and pleasured eyes. I gazed on as she welcomed him inside of her love. Writhing in pl...

Isis suspected something was up. In the past two weeks, Isaac developed a peculiar habit. Normally he’s oblivious to the mail. He cooks, he cleans, he does laundry. But, get and sort the mail? Not his thing, annoyingly. But now he would get the mail every night. He’d check it immediately when he got home at 5 pm, even though everyone knew it came after 6. If the box was empty, he’d ask Isis if she got it already. He’d pee...

It was early October, around 4:30 pm on a Tuesday when I got home from work. Isis arrived about an hour later, her usual exhausted expression from a hard day’s work was absent and in its place was a bounce in her step, a smirk on her lips, and a naughty twinkle in her eye that I hadn’t seen since the last time we had a window of time where we could indulge in each other. “Welcome home, baby,” I greeted her. “Hello, my lov...