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couldn’t deny a piece of him was torn. What kind of man allows another man to use his wife the way the plumber was using his? A man on the verge of losing everything, he thought. How could he refuse his wife what she clearly needed? She was a beautiful and sensuous woman, and he had neglected her for some time.
    Hearing her pleas and the clear pleasure the plumber was giving to her snapped his heart in two. She deserved to be treated like the loving woman she was. She was very passionate—always had been. A vixen in the bedroom with little to no inhibitions whatsoever. It was absolutely one of the many reasons he’d fallen in love with her. She captivated him completely.
    The man was clearly giving her what he couldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it. Watching his wife’s face as she came was something he lived for, and the plumber was doing a damn good job of giving her what she needed.
    He pulled back against the wall so he could watch privately. If she deserved to be fucked in the middle of the day, well, he was going to enjoy the show. Just because he couldn’t bring himself to fuck her didn’t mean his cock was out of commission. On the contrary; he handled his business every morning in the shower, visions of Selena and her firm ass and supple tits behind his lids as he jacked himself off.
    He stroked his cock slowly as he listened to her beg that guy to spank her. He’d never even thought about doing such a thing, but fuck, maybe that was the problem. He wasn’t listening to his wife, or reading her correctly, obviously. He’d always been tender, gentle, and loving. She was his wife, for God’s sake! Even when she threw her temper tantrums and yelled and screamed, he’d never thought about raising a hand to her.
    She sure deserved that spanking, though. Plumber was right—she was a dirty little housewife slut to allow him to fuck her in the middle of the day . . . in their house. It was scandalous, but so fucking brave. She clearly was desperate, and he felt ashamed.
    His thumb rubbed over the swollen tip of his cock and he raised his hand, licking his palm to lubricate. Filthy wife of his sure knew how to scream, and damn was it a beautiful sound. He missed it, and he had never wanted her more.
    When he met the piercing blue eyes of the fucking handyman, he lowered his into slits, letting him know he’d been caught, but making sure he continued what he was doing. If he had the balls to fuck another man’s wife, he should have the balls to do it in front of him. Alex wasn’t going to stop them. No fucking way. He wanted to watch the entire thing, and he needed to come. He wanted to spray the evidence all over her immaculate terra cotta tile so she could clean it up later.
    She looked glorious, bare as the day she came into the world and pink on the cheeks. She was enjoying it, and that made him happy in some sick, twisted way. He wanted her to be happy—that was all he ever wanted. He worked his fingers to the bone every day at a job he absolutely hated to provide for her. Her heart’s desire was his to give, which was why the doctor’s revelation was a blow he couldn’t take.
    He’d been thinking about it, though, and there were other options. Part of him wanted to live in denial, but look where it had gotten him—standing in a dark corner watching his wife getting banged by a blue-collar lothario. He’d do what was right by her, and if it meant she’d find pleasure in another man’s arms, he’d give it to her.
    Besides, it was pretty much the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
    His back leaned against the wall, and he stabilized his legs so he could get a better grip on his cock. Her mouth had fallen open in shock, and he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock inside of it. The vision of the two of them manhandling her was almost too much. He’d watched plenty of porn, but that was just something else. He wanted her head bobbing and her throat clenching