A week passed.

A week passed, and it felt like torture for the constantly horny Daisy. Nearly every night, she rubbed herself raw to maintain her lust, and she even made an effort to seduce her husband one night to help her along. Seeing his tiny penis, however, turned her off, and it was only thoughts of Dylan that returned her to arousal. She refused William after that, sparking a short-lived fight that left him on the couch.

The problem was that William had cheated on her, and they both knew it. William didn’t have the gumption to fight her about it or to stand his ground. He had done wrong, and he felt wrong for doing it. As a result, he hardly argued with her anymore. His temper would allow him to start fights, but his guilt always found him retreating from them.

Daisy, meanwhile, felt very little guilt at all. She tried a few times to let go of her arousal, but Dylan would appear in her head unbidden, floating in and out of her focus in the form of sudden wants. It reminded her of hot flashes. One moment she was living a normal life with her guilt-ridden husband, and the next she was horny and clawing at herself. Her days grew long as the week went on, and each felt emptier than the last.

Saturday came, and Dylan text her, and Daisy smiled. She threw on an outfit and scooped up her phone, typing a quick response before rushing to the front door. “Will? I’m going out.” She had her purse on her shoulders before he responded.

“Where to?” This was him beginning a fight that he wouldn’t win. His stare bore through her, and Daisy could understand why. She had made sure to stuff herself into tube top that hid her belly but showed off her generous cleavage, and she tucked it into a pair of jeans so tight that they looked like they had been painted on. William had cheated on her, and though he trusted her, he could see the writing on the wall.

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