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    I breathed in sharply and my lungs filled with a heady rush of power. I could smell my own arousal, a musky aroma that seeped through the wetness that plastered my panties to my skin. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and revealed my underwear – a plain black cotton number that covered more of me than it displayed.
    A spark of disappointment flashed in Brent’s eyes, but Richard’s gaze darkened. The bulge tenting his black suit pants made my pulse speed. I found it difficult to believe that he still wanted me despite the lack of a killer black dress, despite the middle-aged body shaped more by chocolate sundaes than by hours at the gym, despite these horrid panties that hadn’t belonged to my grandmother, but could have.
    Still, I’d be a fool to ignore the growing evidence. Was it Brent’s presence that turned him on? Or could it really have been the sight of me, the knowledge that only that strip of fabric kept him from feasting his eyes upon my cunt?
    I hooked my fingertips into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down around my upper thighs. I bared my mound of dark curls, my pink, protruding labia, the pool of moisture slicking the crotch of my underwear. They could see it all.
    Emboldened, I used my index and middle fingers to part the folds of my sex. I exposed everything I had, held myself open, and trembled while I waited for one of them to do something.
    Before either man moved, the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival at the penthouse floor. Richard punched in the key code, and the doors slid open into our living room.
    Brent stepped out first. I made to follow him, but Richard held out his arm, stopping me. “Take off your underwear. That’s right … good girl. All the way off.”
    I obeyed, still hoisting my skirt around my waist. I wobbled on my heels as I lifted one leg, then the other, and soon had the panties down.
    “Leave them,” Richard said when I moved to pick them up. “Leave them right there. I want the world to know what a filthy, horny wife I have.”
    I stared at the fabric that so clearly betrayed my wantonness. The panties had bunched on one side, but the crotch area lay uncreased, and the slick smear of my cream glistened shamelessly from the cotton strip.
    The old Dana, the one who’d spent years waiting for one last excuse to leave, would have picked up the underwear and thrown them at Richard’s head before packing her bags and calling her lawyer. Or calling her lawyer and having him pack her bags.
    I, however, did none of those things. Something had changed in that elevator. I wasn’t yet certain it was a positive change, only that I wasn’t willing to walk away until we’d played this game through to its conclusion.
    Confusion made my head swim. Anxiety blended with arousal to form a miasma of uncertainty and apprehension. Yet despite the chaotic turmoil of emotions stirring inside me, I understood that no matter what happened tonight, my marriage would never be the same. And that frightened me more than anything.
    More than being at the mercy of two men. More than fucking a stranger while my husband watched. More than letting down my guard and trusting them – trusting Richard – to bring me back to reality unharmed.
    “Well?” Richard asked when I showed no sign of stepping over the threshold. “Are you coming in?”
    I stepped inside and the metal doors whooshed closed behind me, sealing me inside a softly lit room as familiar to me as those panties I’d left behind. My heels made a tapping sound on the hardwood floor that echoed off the rose-coloured walls. I’d painted them a light fluorescent pink in an act of sheer rebellion. To my frustration, Richard claimed to like the colour. I hated it.
    The energy in the room was palpable. It thrummed against my skin, causing goosebumps to rise along my arms. Tension filled my veins and welled up in my throat before exploding in the last sound I’d expected to ever hear reverberating through this