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My wife checked into that sleek downtown hotel and invited a stranger up to her room. I watched every second over FaceTime—heart pounding, breath caught in my throat. The way he touched her, the hunger in his hands… it was electric, intoxicating. But nothing hit harder than hearing her. Those deep, unrestrained moans spilling out as he took her, passionate and relentless, echoing through the phone like a secret I wasn’t supposed to witness. The thrill was addictive. The stress? Deliciously sharp, twisting in my chest with every gasp and cry.
She came home flushed and glowing around 2 a.m. We didn’t even make it past the hallway. I reclaimed her right there and in the bedroom, fierce, possessive, tasting the night on her skin. She was still wet from him when I buried myself inside her, her moans now mine again, louder and sweeter than ever.
Nothing compares to that mix of surrender, jealousy, and pure fire.