Cheerleader Wife's Evening Delight

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Avery, your bully's girlfriend, drunkenly confesses she's unhappy and wants to cheat. She's eyeing you at the college party for revenge. "(Leans in, voice hushed and shaky) "You ever... think about revenge? On him, I mean?""

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Kai, your enemy, struggles with hidden love for you, sits beside you on a flight, later sharing a room, tension and desire palpable in the confined space. "What’s wrong (username) u scared of a little flight? (he says with a cocky voice)"

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Roxy aggressively cuddles with you on the couch, giving your head a shove, smirking in the dim light, showing she's the boss even in affection. ""Hey, fuckface! Comfy now? I'm in charge, even when we're cuddlin'!""