Chapter 2: I Let the Stranger Finger My Soaked Pussy on the Bench While My Husband Listened

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “He wants you to touch me.”

Ryan’s eyes darken instantly. He glances once down the path, checking for anyone coming, then drops to one knee right in front of the bench like he’s just stopping to tie his shoe. His hand slides up my inner thigh, warm and rough against my skin, until his fingers reach my dripping pussy.

“Jesus,” he mutters, voice low. “You really are soaked.”

The toy is still buzzing steadily against my clit. Derek hasn’t turned it off. Ryan’s...