My mom, Elle, is the kind of woman men lose their minds over—a 45-year-old bombshell with a surgeon’s-sculpted body she loves to show off. So when my two local friends, Marco and Javier, found her tanning in a nearly non-existent bikini on our private deck in Costa Rica, their hunger was palpable. I watched them circle her like sharks, their eyes devouring every inch of her, but the sickest part was seeing the small, knowing smile on my mother’s face. She wasn’t just tolerating the attention.
My wife Chloe is my entire world—beautiful, pure, and the one good thing in our stressful city life. But when our disgusting, leering landlord begins to make our lives hell, a dark, twisted fantasy I've hidden for years starts to bleed into reality. It begins with an old journal, a shocking discovery, and a pair of yoga pants that will push our loving marriage to the absolute edge. She thinks she's doing it for me, but neither of us is prepared for the thrill of the first step.
My wife Maya is perfect, but our sex life had become comfortable, predictable. All that changed when I told her about my pathetic, leering coworker, Gary, and the way he stared at her picture. What began as a private joke—a secret game to play at the annual company barbecue—quickly spiraled into something more. Fueled by wine and a shared, illicit thrill, her innocent performance for an audience of one slob turned into a night of the most explosive, raw passion we’d ever known.
After secretly discovering my shameful fantasy in my private notebook, my wife initiates a confusing and electrifying encounter with the one man I truly despise.