“Bend over, Junior,” I commanded, my voice firm. “Spread your ass cheeks just the way you know I like it.” Junior, ever the submissive, did as he was told. I slid my strap-on into him, the feeling of power intoxicating.
As I thought of my husband cheating, I pounded him hard, pulling out to see his gaping hole, a sight that filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
In the end, I found myself laughing, the situation absurd yet exhilarating. Junior, his face a mix of shock and pleasure, had learned his lesson.
Heather, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire, had been taught a lesson she’d never forget. And me? I’d reclaimed my power, my body, and my marriage. It was a dirty game, but one I’d won.