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“Honey, the car broke down. If you have time today, could you take it to a repair shop?” I received the text from my husband, Jeffery Miller, while I was doing chores around the house. “Okay, honey, but I might be home a little later,” I replied. Grabbing the car keys, I headed to the nearest auto repair shop. “Hello? Is anyone here?” I called out as I walked in. “My car’s engine seems to have an issue. It needs to be checked and repaired.” There was no response. The heat was stifling, and I was growing impatient. I muttered under my breath, “What kind of repair shop doesn’t have anyone around?”“Who says there’s no one here? I’m right in front of you.” I was about to leave when a deep, strong voice startled me from behind. I turned around but didn’t see anyone. “Over here.” I finally spotted a rugged man, covered in grease, crawling out from under a wrecked car. I blushed instantly, not because of how dirty he was, but because he exuded a raw, masculine energy that was hard to ignore. He was wearing only a tight white tank top, probably to stay cool while working, which made his muscular build even more pronounced. Sweat dripped down his tanned skin, soaking into his shirt and highlighting the firm contours of his chest. The sight was undeniably captivating. He twisted open a bottle of water and drank deeply, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with each gulp. Further down, his gray shorts, though stained with oil, couldn’t hide his powerful legs and the impressive bulge in the front. He looked like he could easily put my husband, Jeffery, to shame in the bedroom. Maybe it was the oppressive heat, or the fact that Jeffery hadn’t satisfied me in ages, but standing there in front of this rugged mechanic, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. I squeezed my legs together as a tingling sensation washed over me, blushing as I tried to regain my composure. “Miss Garcia, the engine’s radiator has an issue. I’ll run a diagnostic first.”“Oh, okay,” I stammered. As he turned away and bent down to grab his tools, his firm, round ass was on full display, tempting me to reach out and touch it. I pinched my thigh hard to snap myself out of it. Adria Garcia, remember, you’re a married woman! Since marrying Jeffery, I had become a full-time housewife, living a life many envied as a wealthy spouse. But what no one knew was that even a rich wife has her own private struggles—like Jeffery’s inability to perform in the bedroom. Countless nights without him left me relying on toys or self-pleasure to satisfy my needs. They say women in their thirties have a high libido, and at thirty, I was definitely feeling the effects.

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But Jeffery only came home once a week, and even then, he lasted less than a minute. Every time, he just rushed through it. Not only did I feel no pleasure, but I also had to manage his feelings—pretending to be satisfied and faking moans—afraid that I might hurt his ego if I didn’t. — After popping open the car’s hood, the mechanic went inside to grab some tools. With nothing to do, I noticed a white coolant tank next to the engine releasing steam, the pressure almost lifting the cap off. Thinking it might help to cool it down, I walked over and lifted the small cap. “Watch out!” In that instant, a dark figure rushed over and pulled me to the ground. A stream of boiling coolant burst out from the tank, gushing for almost a full minute before it finally subsided. I was in shock from the sudden incident, and it wasn’t until the mechanic helped me up that I came to my senses. To protect me, the scalding liquid had sprayed all over his arm. Seeing his skin turning red and bl

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To ease arousal coursing through my body, I reached behind and discreetly unhooked my bra, hoping to pleasure myself a little before Stanley came back out. But before I could finish, Stanley stepped out sooner than I expected! To my shock, he was wearing nothing but the pair of semi-sheer boxer briefs I had handed him earlier. And to make things worse, I couldn’t help but stare at the obvious bulge in the front. “Didn’t expect you to be into this kind of style, Missy,” he teased, walking toward me with a playful grin. “N-no, it’s not like that. I just grabbed something off the bed for you...” I really hadn’t given it much thought when I picked them up; I definitely didn’t mean anything by it. “Missy, aren’t you supposed to help me put on some ointment?” Stanley casually spread his legs and sat down on the lounge chair, looking like some kind of god waiting to be worshipped. Blushing, I picked up the ointment and walked over to him. “It might sting a little. Try to bear with