Just because I said they could, doesn’t mean I thought they would. — In the two weeks since I’d agreed to my best friend taking my wife as a hotwife, things had changed. My best friend couldn’t look me in the eye, and my wife had a glow about her. …

Watch and weep, because you’re never gonna fuck me again — I never pretended to be pure or perfect. I never pretended to be anything other than what you saw. You used me for sex when it was convenient. You denied me sex when you felt threatened by other men. You thought calling me a slut would destroy me. So, here’s…

Alone for the weekend, the only way to satisfy my needs is if I do it myself. At least my neighbor seems willing to provide me with inspiration. — Join Medium with my referral link - Dilana Read every story from Dilana (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports Dilana…dilanarose.medium.com With my husband away and my lover with his girlfriend, the house felt too large and quiet.

My wife is a brat and I need to start treating her like one — one slap at a time. — If you want Krissie’s point of view first, read Being Spanked Saved My Marriage: Being Spanked Saved My Marriage My husband had always called me his brat, but it wasn’t until the credit card company canceled my cards that he decided…dilanarose.medium.com There. I said it. My wife was a brat and I needed to do something about it.

Get the book free for your honest review. — Do you remember Destiny? Wife of the rugby league team captain who has agreed to be the team’s freeuse slut for one hour. Do you remember when her husband called for time out? Do you remember when her hands were tied but her mouth was open? Now, each chapter has…

From good girl to bad girl only took one night. — This wasn’t me. I mean, it was me, but I’d never been that kind of girl. I was always the designated driver, not the desperate drunk. I never tried to drink my body weight in shots before deciding the cute guy with the cool disdain needed to smile. He smiled…

My husband had always called me his brat, but it wasn’t until the credit card company canceled my cards that he decided I needed to learn discipline. — Join Medium with my referral link - Dilana Read every story from Dilana (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports Dilana…dilanarose.medium.com “How on earth did you fill three cards?” My husband fumed, tossing his phone toward me so I could see the cumulative cost of my recent shopping spree.

It wasn’t just the sex that had me nervous, it was the man my husband had found for me. — Join Medium with my referral link - Dilana Read every story from Dilana (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports Dilana…dilanarose.medium.com I never expected to be nervous meeting a new man, but this wasn’t going to be just any man. My husband had found me a bull. We’d spent the last two months talking about it. At times I agreed and my husband backed away. At other times, he tried to convince me that it would make us stronger when I feared it would tear us apart.

I’d been a bad wife. I’d been a bad girl. I deserved to be punished. — Join Medium with my referral link - Dilana Read every story from Dilana (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports Dilana…dilanarose.medium.com “Ready for movie night?” My husband asked, patting the sofa seat next to him. “I’ve made the popcorn and the dishes are in the dishwasher.” I should have been suspicious when he suggested I had a leisurely bath while he cleaned up after dinner.