Chapter 1

“Get on your knees. Lick it!”

The wet sounds mixed with a man’s muffled groans.

I huddled in the closet, peering through the crack.

My mouth went dry, a heat spreading through me.

“Lonely, huh? But trust me, your hubby can’t do you like I can.”

A hot hand slid under my shirt.

The man behind me whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

“They’re out there partying. We’re in here playing. This is gonna be the best time you’ve ever had.”

My name is Ashley Carter, and I’m a married woman known for her curves.

My husband, Ryan, and I went from college sweethearts to a power couple.

I helped him build his empire, and I was finally enjoying the fruits of our labor.

Once the company was stable, I stepped back.

Deep down, I wanted to focus on building a family.

But our bedroom life started to…fizzle.

“Babe, can you, like, try this?”

Ryan shoved his phone and my daily latte into my hands, grinning like a goofball.

I glanced at the screen and saw something that made my cheeks burn.

A woman on her knees, face flushed, eyes glazed over.

A group of muscled men surrounded her.

They looked at her like she was a pet.

It was so degrading.

Everything was on display.

I felt my face getting hot.

But the woman didn’t seem embarrassed.

She seemed turned on.

She reached for one of the guy’s hands, moaning.

“Please, Daddy. Spank me.”

I couldn’t watch anymore and tossed the phone back to Ryan.

The video kept playing.

The sounds filled my head, replaying those images.

Ryan leaned in, his hand grabbing my breast.

“Ashley, call me Daddy.”

His eyes burned.

Without thinking, I shoved him away.

“Ryan! I’m not some skank in a video! Don’t you ever watch that stuff again!”

He grabbed his suit jacket and mumbled something about a business dinner, then left.

I didn’t stop him. My mind was a mess.

I didn’t know if he was upset with me, or embarrassed.

I just knew how I felt.

I might have yelled at him, but that video had stirred something in me.

I hated that submissive act.

But my hands wanted to touch myself.

My legs felt weak and that pleasure kept getting stronger.

I grabbed Ryan’s jacket and laid it on the floor.

Then, I knelt down.

A rush of pleasure filled my brain.

I was panting, staring at my reflection in the closet mirror.

My tongue was sticking out.

My cheeks were red, my body twitching.

Ashamed, I looked away.

“Slut!” I whispered.

Ever since that night, Ryan had been acting weird.

He came home, went straight to bed.

Not just one night, but every night.

Even when I put on a sexy little number, he just waved me off, saying he was tired.

We weren’t exactly rabbits, but we used to have a good time in bed.

But since I turned him down that one time, he seemed uninterested.

I called my best friend, Chloe, for advice.

She dropped a bomb.

“Honey, he’s probably cheating.”

I hired a private investigator, pronto.

They didn’t waste any time.

Turns out, Ryan wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Three days later, I got a photo of him with some woman.

It was taken inside his new house.

I had the keys.

There was a woman tied to the glass doors in the background.

She was hogtied and spread across the doors.

I’d seen stuff like that on Ryan’s phone before.

I hadn’t gotten a good look.

He’d snatched it away.

It was like I’d stumbled onto some dirty secret.

The woman in the photo had her face pressed against the glass.

All she had on were ropes and messy hair.

I unbuttoned my shirt and stared at myself in the mirror.

This girl in the picture was at least a D cup.

I was barely a B.

Sure, they were cute, but the woman’s were big and purple,

I had heard that color had a very special meaning.

Just looking at the picture, I could tell she was experienced.

The photographer had gotten a great angle.

I couldn’t see the woman’s face, but I could see everything else.

I could see the whole scene.

He was going wild.

I could even see the streaks on the glass.

My mouth went dry.

I hadn’t gotten any in a month.

That photo was doing things to me.

I wanted to be her.

I remembered our honeymoon, Ryan’s body, that full feeling.

He’d always ask,

“Does that feel good?”

“Do you like it when I do this?”

I looked at the photo and grabbed an empty wine bottle.

“Clang!”

I woke up and stopped myself from grabbing the bottle.

“No, I can’t use the bottle!”

I thought of Ryan with that bottle a few months ago.

“Ashley, look at this.”

“We’ve been together so long, I wonder if I could fit this inside you.”

I laughed and told him to stop joking around, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What if the bottle had gone inside?

The cold glass, my hot skin…

“Pop.”

I pulled the bottle closer.

“Snap!”

I slapped myself in the face.

“Ashley, you’re such a slut!”

I threw the bottle away, then opened the text he just sent.

“Babe, big deal tonight. Can’t make dinner.”

Chapter 2

Another dinner!

He’s probably meeting that woman!

I threw my phone.

I begged his secretary to tell me where he was.

Turns out, he was at some secret club I knew.

If my friend hadn’t dragged me there, I would’ve never found it.

Two guys were helping a woman out.

They were touching her all over.

The woman let them.

The guards at the front just watched.

I wanted that.

I wanted to go inside, but the guards said I needed a reservation.

I knew he was messing around in there, and I couldn’t get in.

They grinned.

“We can let you in, but it will cost you.”

One of them touched my shoulder.

I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t.

Other customers started to gather around.

“New meat? She looks fresh.”

They surrounded me, touching me.

Someone slapped my butt hard.

“Smack! Smack!”

“Stop it.”

I blushed, my resolve weakening.

My heart beat faster.

Then, the crowd parted.

Someone put a jacket over my shoulders.

I felt hot and wanted someone to cool me down.

I reached for them and moaned.

I woke up naked at home.

I checked myself, but nothing felt wrong.

I couldn’t remember what happened.

Ryan still came home late.

I didn’t bring it up.

Just when I was about to keep living like nothing happened, the private investigator sent me an audio file.

Right as I finished downloading it, I went to contact the investigator but found I’d been blocked.

They didn’t say anything, just sent the audio.

I put on my headphones.

I heard a woman’s voice.

“Daddy…who do you like more? Me or your old lady?”

“You, baby.”

I wanted to throw my phone, but I kept listening.

I was using the recording of my husband cheating as I held the wine bottle.

I was so lonely.

I squeezed.

I laid in the bathtub and repeated what the woman was saying.

Her voice got more and more frenzied, until finally, she stopped.

Then, I heard the sound of clothes rustling, and then both of them leaving.

My legs were tense.

Just as I was about to hit the peak, the phone on the sink played a new voice.

“Mrs. Carter, do you like my voice?”