Friday nights were our lifeline: a night of no rules, no limits, just raw, unfiltered lust. Chuck didn’t just take me—he claimed me, his voice whispering filthy promises in my ear. And when he told me to not wash before Ron took me home, I knew this wasn’t just about sex. It was about ownership.
The game wasn’t just saving our marriage. It was remaking it. The question was: How much further could we take this? Read Preview
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