The Touch of Another Man

Abella watches her husband slide between another woman’s thighs and tries to feel modern about it. Fine. Normal swingers move. Then it’s her turn and her stomach flips like a pancake. The guy—built, patient, smelling of pine—takes one look at her frozen face and drops to his knees. He lifts her foot, presses warm thumbs right into the arch, and her tight muscles just… melt. "Better?" he asks. She nods, toes curling. He works higher, calf to thigh, until his mouth replaces his hands, and the last worry pops like a bubble. Soon she’s flat on silk sheets, legs hooked over his hips while he fucks her slow and filthy, like they’re in on the world’s dirtiest secret. She moans loud because she earned the right. Husband across the room, smile behind his hand. She rides that guilt-free dick like it owes her rent, tongue in his mouth, wedding ring glinting against somebody else’s skin. It still counts as fidelity when he’s watching.