The evening felt like a twisted dream, maybe even a full-blown nightmare. I pushed the door closed behind me as I entered my musty room, still on the phone with Amy. I had called her midway between Tony’s room and my own, desperate to reach her before she went to bed and avoid any unwanted suspicion. Guilt washed over me as I turned my attention to the TV, which was still on, showing the start of the third quarter, my fut...

"Need to get that?" Tony asked, his smile razor-sharp as the soft vibration buzzed from my pocket, cutting through the worn hallway. We were running out of doors to pass, and with each vibration, he squeezed my clammy hand harder. My heart pounded, knowing we were just steps from his room. My shameful demeanor all but gave way to the fact it was my wife calling. He didn’t have to ask; his smirk fed off the guilt of my sil...

My heart raced as I walked through the dimly lit, desolate third-floor corridor of the rundown Hampton Inn, a place so shabby that Hilton’s name felt out of place. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, amplifying my guilt and anxiety. My phone buzzed in my pocket; I knew it was my wife calling, but I couldn't shift my focus. Beside me, gripping my clammy hand, was Tony, the flamboyant, man-bunned twink who had entered...

It was 8:40 as I approached the veranda table, five minutes before Tommy had told me to arrive and just twenty minutes before closing time. The brightly lit courts stood empty, their usual energy replaced by an eerie stillness. Not a single person was in sight. Gloria and I had been in this exact spot twenty-four hours ago, and it was the same table I had shared with the ladies during this afternoon's practice. My heart p...

Pulling out of the garage, my self-consciousness about my new outfit intensified as I began the ten-minute trek through the neighborhood toward the tennis courts. Despite wavering in the garage about whether to change into something less revealing, I held my ground, determined not to let my husband’s negative opinion strip away my remaining self-confidence. The Florida humidity had already coated my freckled body in a she...

I suddenly found myself short of breath, much like when I first discovered Alex’s secret life on lushstories.com. My heart raced as I retrieved my phone from the bed beside me, where it had slipped from my hand in my initial shock at the picture Gloria had just sent. It was a reaction reminiscent of my first glimpse at the porn star my husband had vividly described in his hall pass story. Barely regaining control of my fi...

As part one of my unsettling journey concluded, I was on the verge of confronting Alex but ultimately restrained myself. Witnessing how divorce had shattered the lives of close friends and their children, including older ones, convinced me I didn't want that fate for our daughter Emily. The potential impact on her weighed heavily on my mind, creating an inner turmoil that was hard to ignore. A sense of urgency gnawed at m...

Chaos erupted as Alex suddenly bolted from his office, sprinting out the front door, leaving a trail of smoke and tire marks behind. He vanished from the driveway without warning. Emily and I rushed to the front door in a panic, anxiety flooding the foyer as I struggled to process what had just happened to my husband of twenty years. My hand shook as I reached into my pocket, fumbling to pull out my phone to call Alex. Ju...

Just before 9:00 PM, I approached the entrance of Eagle Point, the most prestigious neighborhood in my city. My car came to a grinding halt at the gate, thanks to brakes that should have been replaced months ago. The security guard emerged from a guardhouse the size of an average middle-class home, his face marked with unmistakable judgment. Despite his attempt at politeness, he couldn’t hide his curiosity and contempt fo...

Trailing in the pungent, inescapable chlorine-scented wake of Danny, Candace reveled proudly in the jeers of passing housekeepers and couples within the claustrophobic corridor, most of whose female counterparts would have risked everything to be in her shoes in that moment. As the towering 6’2” Danny began to decelerate, Candace and Paul felt a surge of nervousness, realizing they were mere moments from reaching his room...

Marital hall passes were something only ever mentioned in the movies, or jokingly brought up between couples while in an intoxicated state. The odds of a spouse being presented with the opportunity of a random intimate encounter with Chris Hemsworth or Sydney Sweeney had been so miniscule that it was typically just something passively agreed to in the spirit of avoiding a stupid argument. Paul’s entire life began to flash...