DIRTY DADDIES
The lies become our language.
A stolen, frantic handjob in the supply closet during Sasha’s 30th birthday party, my back against the paper towels, his mouth smothering my moans.
A quick, desperate fuck in the guest bathroom at Thanksgiving.
Me, bent over the sink, my dress around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded into me from behind, his cock hitting depths that made me see stars, while his wife chatted with her mother just down the hall.