Being Shared By My Husband — Part 3
“I can’t fucking believe this,” I moaned into the comforter not caring that I was laying prone sprawled in the copious wet spot that drenched most of the bed.
“I’ll get you some water,” Friend offered me and retrieved a bottle from the fridge as I worked to calm myself.
My entire body was buzzing. Muscle spasms and uncontrollable trembling pulsed through me as I lay wrecked on…