About this audiobook
As I crouched behind that dune on our last night in paradise, moonlight spilling across the sand like spilled milk, the sight stole every last breath from my lungs.
My sweet, loving wife—my Emily—lay naked on a blanket in the middle of the beach, legs splayed wide, her pale skin glowing under the full moon. Two large black guys were already pushing her over the edge: one filling her more than she had ever been filled, the other holding her hair and thrusting his hips, as the drool ran in shiny rivers down her chin onto her chest.
Her wedding ring caught the light—glinting like a cruel joke—as her small hand stroked the third man, guiding him toward her mouth the moment the second one pulled free.
I should have stood up. I should have shouted. I should have ended it.
But I didn't move.
I stayed frozen in the painfully hard, tears burning my eyes, while my wife moaned louder than I'd ever heard her, begging for more, as she reached her peak again and again. And I knew they were bigger, longer, thicker and longer-lasting than I ever had been.
How did we get here?
How did a quiet, loving couple—vanilla, faithful, boring—end up on a moonlit Caribbean beach, my wife with three hung black strangers taking her at once while I watched, cried, and ended up embarrassing myself as the sheer humiliation of it all pushed me over the edge?
Let me tell you.
Let me tell you exactly how we descended, step by aching step, from that first innocent beach walk… straight into my darkest, most irreversible fantasy.
