Chapter 2

Chapter 2

His voice was rough and deep; he was likely older than me.

Hearing his dirty talk made my heart race.

Strangely, being called a slut gave me a bizarre sense of satisfaction.

While my logic told me to be ashamed, having this man grind against my backside provided an incredible rush.

We were surrounded by thousands of people. The thought that someone might be watching only made it more intense.

I had never experienced anything like this.

My husband was always so weak in bed. He lacked stamina and couldn't satisfy me, nor was he willing to try anything new.

This new experience had my heart pounding against my ribs.

My face flushed a deep crimson.

The stranger let out a low chuckle.

Seeing that I didn't pull away, he took it as a sign. One hand was already inside my clothes, and now his other hand started to move.

He aimed for my black leather skirt, his large palm sliding up my thigh.

He was going for my stockings.

“No, don’t...”

What he was doing felt amazing. The sensation was building, making me crave more, making me desperate for release.

But the thought of actually going through with it with a stranger terrified me.

My eyes found my husband again. The urge to seek out this thrill faded slightly, replaced by a surge of guilt.

Hearing my weak rejection, the man paused for a second.

But he was clearly an old pro at this. He didn't stop; instead, he used his other hand to push further.

He pulled my stockings down partway, his bare hand making contact with my rear where he had been grinding.

Through the leather skirt, it had been intense, but now that the barrier was gone, the feeling was overwhelming.

I felt like I was going to explode from the heat.

The man whispered in my ear again.

“Take a look at what your husband is doing, lady.”

“What could he be doing?”

I spoke instinctively and looked toward my husband.

To my shock, in just those few minutes, my husband was laughing and chatting with a young girl next to him.

The look in his eyes was one of pure heat.

That image hit me like a physical blow.

My useless husband couldn't even figure out how to please me, yet here he was, flirting with some random girl.

“Men are predators. All that talk about being faithful is bullshit. What man isn't looking for a thrill? Your husband is definitely cheating, or why else would he be so friendly with her?”

The stranger sounded like a devil, fanning the flames of my desire.

He kept trash-talking my husband to rile me up so I’d play along with him.

I knew what he was doing.

But seeing my husband so happy with that girl made my blood boil.

The man continued.

“If that loser is playing around, why shouldn't you? A woman shouldn't live with her needs ignored. It’s bad for your health to keep it all bottled up.”

As he spoke, his hands were busy again.

One hand had my stockings down, while the other covered my thin panties, rubbing against me with increasing pressure.