Jaden came home the next evening looking exhausted but excited to see me. He dropped his suitcase in the hallway and pulled me into a tight hug, kissing me softly. “God, I missed you, baby.”“I missed you too,” I whispered, melting into his arms for a moment. I did love him. That part was real. But my body was already betraying me. Richard’s cum from the night before was still faintly leaking into my panties, and my pussy throbbed with need even as I kissed my husband. The addiction was worse than ever. I couldn’t go more than a few minutes without clenching around nothing, without my hand drifting between my legs.That first night back, Jaden wanted to make love. He was gentle, romantic, taking his time kissing down my body. When he finally slid inside me, I moaned loudly — not just for him, but because I was so sore and stretched from Richard’s pounding. Jaden thought it was because I was so turned on by his return.“You’re so wet,” he groaned, moving slowly. “So eager.”I wrapped m
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