My name is Jane, and for the last eight years, my marriage to Ethan has been everything I could have asked for—stable, loving, and deliciously filthy. We met in college, fell hard, and built a life together that most people envy. Ethan is tall, handsome, with a lean athletic build and a cock that never fails to make me cum. Our sex life has always been active, adventurous even. We fuck almost every day, sometimes multiple times. We’ve played with toys, light bondage, dirty talk that would make a porn star blush. I love feeling desired, and Ethan loves making me scream his name. But lately, there’s been this quiet itch deep inside me, something I haven’t fully admitted even to myself—a craving for something bigger, thicker, more forbidden.That itch was about to be scratched in the most unexpected way.Ethan’s old college friend Frank was coming to stay with us for a week. Frank was always the life of the party back in the day—tall, muscular, with deep dark skin and an easy laugh tha
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