My husband thinks I'm stretching at yoga, but it's my bull stretching me as I downward dog!
If my poor insecure husband knew what positions I'm really mastering, he'd blow a gasket! I even made him buy me a smartwatch to "prove" where I am. Now he watches that little dot at the studio while I'm bent over three doors down, screaming another man's name.
I can't help but tease him and push his limits, flaunting my sweat-slicked body and whisper how "flexible" I've become. Poor hubby's pathetic bulge strains while I smirk, knowing another man's handprints are still fresh on my hips. His suspicion is half the thrill and I want him desperate, leaking, and eventually begging to watch.
Each day I push him further into humiliation. Soon he'll be watching from the corner as I'm stretched beyond limits he could never reach, and begging to clean up after real men finish what he never could.
I dunno. This was well-written, but I didn't care for any of the characters. The FMC's dynamic with her bull was not established well enough for me to care about him or their affair, and too much time was spent on set-up and transition scenes for my taste. It was an okay read, but didn't keep me hooked, I only finished it because it was so short.