TESSA

The guilt hit me hardest in the shower. Hot water ran down my body, but I could still feel Taylor’s thick cum leaking out of me from the garage. I scrubbed between my legs until my skin was raw, but the shame would not wash away. Victor was my husband. This was betrayal on every level. Yet my pussy still throbbed at the memory of how full Taylor had made me.

I chose a tight red dress for the board dinner. Low neckline. Short hem. Exactly what Victor had asked for. When Taylor knocked on the door at exactly 8, my stomach twisted.

He looked me up and down...