"Uhhh... ahhh... right there, yes… RIGHT THERE!" I heard her voice through my bedroom door, high and breathless, begging for more, and I knew before I even pressed my ear to the wood that everything I'd been pretending not to see was happening on the other side. "Don't stop… Dexter, please don't stop… oh my god your dick is getting so big, I can feel you, I can feel everything!" My shopping bags hit the floor, baby bottles rolling across hardwood, diapers spilling everywhere, but I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, could only stand there six months pregnant with my palm flat against the door listening to my husband fuck another woman in our matrimonial bed. "Harder," she gasped, loud, so loud she wanted me to hear, "fuck me harder, make me forget she even exists." The bed frame slammed against the wall, rhythmic, relentless, our bed, the one I'd picked out thinking it would be where we raised our family, where we'd grow old together, where I'd been sleeping alone for three weeks b
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