Rita's POV

I never thought I’d actually say the words out loud.

Vincent and I had been married for eight years. Our sex life had grown comfortable, then predictable, then almost nonexistent. What kept the spark alive in secret was his fantasy — the one he whispered to me late at night while his cock was buried inside me. He wanted to watch another man take me and not just any man but best friend, Hilton.

Hilton was everything Vincent wasn’t in the bedroom: tall, commanding, broad-shouldered, with a deep voice that made my stomach flutter whenever he spoke. He had always been polite around me, but I’d caught the...