Phoebe’s POV
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been f****d really hard by my husband.
Jeremy, my husband of ten years barely looks at me anymore, let alone touches me. For months now he’s been so buried in work he comes home late, showers, crashes, and repeats. The few times we’ve tried in the last year, his seven-inch c**k barely scratched the itch. I’d fake it, finish myself with toys after he fell asleep, and tell myself it was enough.
It wasn’t.
The last time I truly got railed, shattered, screaming, filled until I couldn’t walk straight was almost two years ago.
That night Jeremy proposed “switching” with his best friend Damon and Damon’s wife Cassie. The four of us had always been close, dinners, vacations, inside jokes. They were the couple we double-dated with. Jeremy though
