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She whimpered, pushing back instinctively. “Relax,” he growled. “You’re taking my cock here tonight.” Another finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. The burn was intense, filthy, perfect. She moaned into the sheets, hips rocking, pussy clenching around nothing. When he added a third finger, she was begging—slurred, desperate pleas for more. He pulled out abruptly. Replaced fingers with the blunt head of his cock. “Push back on me. Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”

I've been married for seven years. Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home. People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason. And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.

Austin frowned as he reached for my work ID, but before he could glance at it, Isla snatched it away and ripped it to shreds. "What are you doing?!" I snapped. She flung the fragments in my face with a sneer. "Still trying to fool Austin with a fake ID? Don't bother. I saw through your little trick long ago." Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. "Look at you. The best you could manage is selling yourself to some decrepit old man. Though I doubt anyone would even want you."