Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I was already anticipating what was next, held back only by a shred of loyalty.

Now, fueled by anger toward my husband, I was reaching my breaking point.

The stranger’s touch made my legs turn to jelly. I could barely stand.

Sensing my weakness, he wrapped his other arm around my waist to steady me.

Held in his grip, I felt like I was losing control over my own body.

He pressed his body tightly against mine, grinding relentlessly.

The guilt I felt for my husband evaporated. I was burning up from the friction.

The people around us were cheering as the fireworks began to explode in the sky.

Under the cover of the bright bursts of light, the man’s movements became more aggressive, and I decided to let go.

With my heart full of resentment toward my husband and that girl, I began to move with him.

“That’s it, lady. Just be my little slut. Think about all these people watching―doesn't that turn you on? Now, let’s take this somewhere else for the real fun.”

The man was just as worked up as I was. He was panting as he started pulling me toward a darker corner.

I didn't know if it was sweat or pure arousal, but I could feel that my panties were soaked.

The man, with his hand still on my rear, definitely felt it too.

“Damn, lady, you’re a thirsty one. Just one touch and you’re dripping.”

I was too embarrassed to speak.

“Alright, now I can really show you a good time. Let’s get comfortable.”

He chuckled darkly.

He pulled me to a secluded spot behind a waist-high concrete ledge. No one could see what was happening below our waists.

He began to slowly lower his pants.

Even though I was desperate for release, the reality of being with a stranger in public started to scare me.

Touching and grinding was one thing, but actually doing it was another.

After all, I was a married woman.

Thinking of this, I shook my head, using what little logic I had left to resist.

“No... not here. We can't really do this. I have a husband...”

Slap!

The man delivered a sharp smack to my rear.

I gasped for air.

“Still playing the innocent wife? If you were so loyal, you wouldn't be this wet. You’re just a neglected woman who needs a man like me to fill her up. Stop pretending, lady. I’m going to have you begging for mercy in a minute!”

He shoved me down, forcing me to bend over the ledge.

I was pinned in a crawling position.

He grabbed both of my hands with one of his, pinning them behind my back as he pressed his weight against me like he was mounting a horse.

With his other hand, he yanked my panties down...