
I thought I knew my wife—until she moaned for another man right in front of me.
She let him touch her. Kiss her. Claim her.
And when he fucked her like I never could, I saw the truth in her eyes.
She didn't just enjoy it. She needed it.
What kind of man watches that—and stays?
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