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He's definitely seeing that slut again!
All my desire vanished. Fuming, I threw my phone across the room.
I pestered his secretary for John's location. It wasn't some fancy restaurant, but a well-hidden members-only club.
At the club entrance, I saw two men half-carrying, half-dragging a woman out.
Their hands were roaming all over her shamelessly.
The woman didn't resist. Her soft body leaned weakly into the circle of the two men.
The security guards at the door watched like it was nothing.
Looking at that scene, I felt a weird sense of longing.
I tried to enter the club, but the security guards stopped me, saying I needed a reservation.
I was sure John was in there messing around, but I had no way to get in.
My anxiety must be obvious. The two guards exchanged a smile, and reached out.
"Maybe we can let you in, but it depends if you can pay the price, miss."
A rough hand started rubbing my smooth shoulder.
I tried to run, but couldn't break free from men's grip.
A few patrons who had just come out gathered around.
"New arrival? Looks fresh. Has anyone booked her yet?"
They greeted the guards and closed in around me.
In the jostling crowd, I felt hands groping me, someone even slapped my ass hard.
"Smack! Smack!"
"Stop... stop that."
I was blushing furiously. My initial resolve to escape wavered under those slaps.
My chest burned.
Suddenly, the crowd parted, and someone draped a coat over me.
Burning up, desperate for some relief, I eagerly pressed myself against that man, mewling and pleading.
...
Next morning, I found myself lying naked at home.
I scrambled up to check myself, but I felt normal.
I couldn't remember what happened that night. But because of it, I didn't dare confront him anymore.
Just as I was trying hard to keep up the facade of a happy marriage, the private investigator sent me a ten-plus-minute audio file.
I downloaded it and tried to message the PI, but he'd already deleted me.
No explanation, just the audio file left behind.
Hesitantly, I played the audio. A woman's seductive voice came through, fragmented and breathy, utterly captivating.
"Master... mmm... who makes you feel better, me or that hag wife of yours?"
"Of course it's you, you little minx."
I wanted to smash my phone, but somehow kept the audio playing.
Using my husband's affair recording, I slowly picked up the wine bottle I'd just put down.
I was just so lonely.
My hand tightened slowly. Lying in the bathtub, I started moaning softly along with the woman in the recording.
The woman's breathing in the audio grew faster, ending with a cry before settling down.
Then came the sound of clothes rustling, and both of them leaving one after the other.
I was getting restless, my thighs tense.
Just as I was about to reach the peak, the woman's teasing voice came from the audio:
"Did you enjoy the show, Mrs. Wright?"
