The days after Chloe caught us felt surreal. Every time I saw her waving from her driveway or Marcus mowing the lawn, my stomach flipped with a mix of terror and raw want. I kept replaying how her mouth had felt on my c**t while he f****d me, how they’d both zeroed in on my body like I was the only thing that mattered. What kind of woman lets her neighbors turn her into their toy? I’m supposed to be Daniel’s faithful wife, not some desperate slut getting double-teamed next door. But the ache between my legs never let me forget how good it felt.
I did try to be good. I wore the long dresses, prayed with Daniel at dinner, even initiated a chaste kiss one night. He patted my shoulder and quoted, “Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled.” I smiled sweetl
