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Something else, intentionally

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 14 in The Work Wives

The photo fills the screen for a clear second that feels deliberate. Cheryl is on her knees on a hotel room floor, smiling straight at the camera. A huge cock rests heavily across her face, the shaft thick enough to span from her chin to her forehead, the head glistening against...

Holiday nude, accidentally

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 14 in The Work Wives

It is very evidently a nude. The photo fills the screen for a clear, unhurried second before Cheryl’s thumb jerks. You see everything. She is standing in front of a full-length mirror in what must be a hotel room, late afternoon light coming through open shutters. No towel, no ro...

The meeting begins

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 13 in The Work Wives

The meeting begins with the usual spread of numbers and charts across the conference table. Cheryl sits opposite you, posture perfect, voice crisp as she walks through the conversion metrics she claims you are missing. Every point is delivered with that same smug precision. Then...

The rest of the day passes

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 12 in The Work Wives

For the rest of the day you avoid Ruby and she avoids you. The easy orbit the two of you usually share around the floor simply stops. You stay at your desk. She stays on the HR side. Every time you risk a glance in her direction she is already looking elsewhere. At half past fiv...

Too far, back to work

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 11 in The Work Wives

You stare a while longer. The weight of what she just said sits between you in the quiet kitchen, her words still hanging in the air, her eyes still on yours. The sisterly familiarity has cracked open into something sharper and far more dangerous. Then the moment stretches too f...

Ruby lets slip

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 10 in The Work Wives

Ruby’s facade slips. The usual careful distance she keeps even in your candid talks falls away for a moment, and what is left is open and hungry. “I have only ever dreamt of a cock like that,” she says, voice low enough that it barely carries. “My husband is… fine. Average. Poli...

Continue venting

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 9 in The Work Wives

Ruby leans a little closer against the counter, coffee forgotten for the moment. “Where do you think it really stems from?” she asks. Her voice is quiet, curious in a way that feels more than polite. “Is it just the size thing, or something deeper?” You consider it for a second...

Vent about home life

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 8 in The Work Wives

You decide to vent. The words come easier with Ruby than they ever would with anyone else. “Natasha again,” you say, keeping your voice low even though the kitchen is empty. “This morning was the usual. I tried being nice about it. Offered to take it slow, just a kiss, nothing m...

Make a coffee

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 7 in The Work Wives

The unfinished edge is still there, but caffeine feels more useful than staring at Cheryl’s folder right now. You head for the kitchen. Ruby is already at the counter, pouring water into the machine. She glances over when you walk in and something in her expression has shifted....

Head to Work

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 6 in The Work Wives

Shower

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 5 in The Work Wives

You do not look at her again. You swing your legs out of bed, leave the cooling mess of cum exactly where it landed across your stomach and the sheets, and walk straight past her toward the bathroom. “If it bothers you that much,” you say over your shoulder, voice flat, “the lea...

She’s Disgusted

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 4 in The Work Wives

Natasha freezes in the doorway. Her eyes drop straight to your fist working your cock and her face twists with pure disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snaps. “I told you I am not in the mood and this is what you do? In our bed? Like some teenager?” You do...

Jerk Off

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 3 in The Work Wives

Then something stubborn settles in. This is your house too. You are not going to spend another morning hard and ignored just because she walked out. You stay right where you are against the headboard, shove the covers down, and free your cock. It is already thick and heavy, the...

You Hold Off On Going To Work

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 2 in The Work Wives

You decide to hold off on getting ready for work. Instead you sit up against the headboard and watch Natasha move around the bedroom. She is short, curvy, a little soft through the middle in a way that used to make your hands itch to grab her. Brunette hair falls in loose waves p...

Beat off in the toilets

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 6 in The Work Wives

You push back from the desk, the ache in your cock too sharp to ignore any longer. The corridor to the men’s washroom feels longer than usual. You step inside, check that the outer door is clear, then take the farthest stall and lock it behind you. Trousers open. Briefs shoved d...

Decline, but aim to meet Ruby afterwards

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 5 in The Work Wives

You thank her. The words come out quieter than you intended. “Appreciate it, Ruby. Really. I will handle the meeting. But the drink after sounds good either way.” She gives you a small, knowing smile, the kind that says she sees more than you are saying, then pushes up from the...

Head To Work

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 3 in The Work Wives

Ruby Enters

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 4 in The Work Wives

Ruby steps into the space Cheryl just left, timing so precise it almost feels deliberate. She is athletic in a different way, lean from long weekend rides on her road bike, shoulders strong and posture easy. Where Cheryl carries herself like she owns the floor, Ruby moves like sh...

Competition Riles You Up

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 3 in The Work Wives

The competition in her voice riles you up more than you want to admit. You sit back in your chair and meet her eyes, feeling the familiar heat settle low in your gut. Cheryl’s brunette hair is the same dark shade as Natasha’s, but that is where the resemblance ends. At thirty-si...

Introduction

by mrdarcydoms

Chapter 1 in The Work Wives

You wake up hard again, the kind of thick, heavy ache that has become routine. Your wife is already out of bed, moving through the morning with that careful distance she has perfected. When you reach for her under the covers she shifts away, murmuring something about being sore o...