My heart stopped. I couldn’t move. My nightie was hiked up, fingers still buried between my soaked thighs, my old panties clutched in my other hand. The giant painting of my naked body stared down at us. My dried cum on the lace thong. The video of me playing on loop.

“I… I had to know,” I whispered, voice shaking with fear and unbearable arousal. “Who you’ve been fucking in here while ignoring me for three years. While I touched myself every night thinking about your cock.”

Tyler’s eyes darkened to pure black lust. Something inside him finally snapped.

In two strides he was on me. His big hand wrapped...