50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
He would be gone for three entire weeks, and I had already destroyed our marriage in the first few days.
Tears welled up and slipped silently down my cheeks. The shame was crushing, suffocating. I was a forty-two-year-old married woman. A stepmother. And I had turned our family home into a gangbang den for my stepson and his friends.
And yet…
Beneath the guilt, something darker and far more powerful thrummed inside me. A raw, electric satisfaction. My body felt claimed, desired, wanted in a way it never had been in fifteen years of polite, predictable sex with David. For the first time in my adult life, I felt truly sexual. Alive. Powerful in my surrender. The memory of their hands, their co