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had she become? She was asking the man to strike her! She loved it, though, his rough palm against the sweet, tender flesh of her behind. She could only imagine what the pink imprint of his hand looked like against her smooth, pale skin. She couldn’t wait to examine it later while basking in the events of the afternoon. Hiding such evidence wouldn’t be difficult—Alex, no doubt, would come home and ignore her as always.
    After a few more punishing slaps, he brushed his hand over the assaulted skin reverently before growling and pulling out of her. Turning her around and lifting her in his arms, he lowered his voice to a hushed, ragged whisper. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
    She did as he asked, and when she looked up into his eyes, she felt faint. God, he was gorgeous. His eyes were so clear, and the light sheen of sweat covering his body made her heart pound. He reached between them, positioned himself at her center, grabbed hold of her ass with both hands, and thrusted inside of her again.
    His strength amazed her as he lifted her effortlessly. She held on for dear life, unwilling to let go of him. His shoulders were so strong, rippling with muscles and slippery with sweat. The way he grunted with each pump inside of her left her breathless, and she was hanging on by a thin thread.
    Tyson leaned in and kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth with precision and finesse. It took her by surprise. They’d done things she hadn’t even done with her husband, and yet, he hadn’t kissed her once. She liked it very much, and God was he good at it. That, didn’t surprise her. One thing she knew was she would never forget him—or the things he did to her. Ever. She couldn't imagine ever feeling the things she did while she was with him, and she instantly felt awful for her husband.
    There was just no comparison.
    He kissed the side of her neck, working his way toward her ear. “Did you plan this? You and your old man hire workers to come in and fuck you so he can watch?”
    She gasped, and he chuckled again. “Oh, so you had no idea that he was standing there watching me fuck you? Is this a coincidence?”
    He turned again and sat her down on the tile counter in the center. It was then, as she looked over his shoulder, that she spotted Alex standing behind the door, cock out and in his hand, watching them.
    At first, she was mortified. And scared. The look in his eyes was confusing, and she was too shocked to process just what was going on. It didn’t help that Tyson had found his way between her legs again, fondling her soft folds, while his lips working their way up her thighs.
    She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the other side of the room even though Tyson was making it awfully hard, distracting as his talented tongue was. She felt her eyes fill with tears, so ashamed of herself, and so sorry for hurting her husband.
    Alex could see that his wife was confused. He hadn’t wanted her to see him standing there. When he walked into the house and heard the unmistakable sounds of sex in his kitchen, instead of being angry—as he should have been—he was turned on. His cock pushed at his slacks, and his lower belly burned with lust.
    Selena had always been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, with a body made for sin and a heart of gold. He’d felt them drifting apart, and he hated to admit that he’d been glad. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to her— fuck, he’d need his head checked if that were the case. No, it was the disappointment and failure he felt that kept him from fucking his wife.
    They’d been trying to have a baby for more than three years, and after dozens of doctors and hearing the same thing again and again, his ego was crushed and his manhood was shattered.
    A low sperm count shouldn’t have put him into such a depression, but a family was the one thing his wife asked of him, and he couldn’t provide it. He felt like shit, like a worthless piece of shit.
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