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Until his face loomed closer and I felt the sharp sting of his teeth on my lips.
"Mmmph..." He gave a light kiss, then playfully nibbled on my lip.
I finally realized what was happening. My hand flew up to slap him, but he caught my wrist.
"He's openly cheating on you, and you're still playing the faithful wife?"
"They're having fun out there, we'll have fun in here. Don't worry, I'm way better than your husband."
The lover had innocent, puppy-dog eyes, but he acted like a wild wolf, aggressively taking what he wanted.
He pulled my hand towards him, under his unbuttoned shirt, onto his hard muscles.
My fingers trailed from his throat down, over his abs, and stopped at his belt buckle.
I tried to pull back. He raised an eyebrow and stepped even closer.
He pinned me against the closet wall. I tried to scream, but his hand clamped over my mouth.
"Be good."
His muscles weren't for show. My already messy top was ripped right open.
The softness I desperately tried to hide was exposed with a flick of his fingers.
"Stop pretending to be innocent," he sneered, toying with me with his fingers.
Pressing down, then letting go.
He leaned in suddenly, the cool metal of his belt buckle against my skin.
I frantically tried to push him away, but he yanked my leg towards him.
On the bed outside, my husband's hands were all over the other woman, caressing her roughly.
In this tiny space, I was held up by the man's strong hands. Sweat dripped from my hair onto his arm.
I could almost hear the drops splatter.
"Oh yeah... master, you're so good..."
The woman outside moaned loudly. Inside the closet, I could only let out soft, suppressed whimpers.
"See that? That's your husband with another woman."
He held me. The thin fabric did nothing.
My resolve crumbled under his relentless teasing.
"Does it feel good listening?" He chuckled.
It had been so long since I'd been touched like this. My body was super sensitive, quickly falling apart under his hands.
What was happening!
I was screaming inside. I came to catch them, and now I'm about to get caught getting screwed!
Things got even wilder outside. I couldn't hold back anymore. Almost spitefully, I stopped trying to quiet down.
"No... don't put it in..."
He held me against the closet wall. His hot breath felt like it would melt me.
"What 'no'? Speak up, I can't hear you."
As he said this, he undid his belt...
"Tiffany, did you hear something in the closet?"
Just as the man was about to pull down my last thin barrier, my husband's voice came through the door like a thunderclap, shattering all the ambiguous tension.
If he sees me, it's over!
I snapped back to reality, shaking off the man's grasping hands.
My heart pounded like a drum.
I clenched the inside of the closet, praying silently.
Don't open the door. Don't open it.
Luckily, the other woman knew the problem of her sugar daddy finding another man hidden.
She immediately threw herself at my husband.
"Master, you must be hearing things. It's... it's just that little toy you put in me making noises..."
"Master, you're too good. Tiffany wants more..."
