Lena

The hot water cascaded over my naked body as I leaned against the shower wall, one leg propped up on the marble bench.

My fingers moved frantically between my thighs, rubbing my swollen clit in tight, desperate circles while the thick vibrator buzzed deep inside my soaked pussy.

"Fuck… Marco…" I moaned softly, eyes closed, imagining him. Not my husband. His father. Marco Valtieri...tall, powerful, silver at the temples, with that commanding presence that made my knees weak since the first day I saw him at my wedding two years ago.

My husband, Luca, had never made me feel this way. Not once. Luca was gentle. Safe. Boring. He...