The Night She Broke Me Open

I’m Alex, and my world revolves around Lena.

I’m 34, average in every damn way—five-foot-ten, a little soft around the middle, brown hair that’s always a mess, and hazel eyes that don’t hold a candle to hers.

Lena’s the star of this fucked-up show we call a marriage.

She’s 32, a goddess carved from some wet dream—five-foot-seven with legs that go on forever, a tight ass that bounces just right, and tits that sit high and full, begging to be stared at.

Her chestnut hair falls in thick, glossy waves past her shoulders, framing a face that’s all sharp cheekbones, pouty lips, and hazel eyes that burn with this feral, commanding energy....