Completely fictitious story. Any fictitious sex is between consenting fictitious adults.
"Inconceivable!" Vizzini, "The Princess Bride"
When we married, I thought he would be my man, partner, hero, lover, best friend, and soulmate for life.
I always assumed I'd be a loving and faithful wife, true to her man through thick and thin, never even looking at another, much less betraying my vows and my marriage.
The first time I saw "him" we'd been married eight years and were thinking of starting our larger family. I paid him little mind, but there was something... mysterious, naughty, and calculated about his lingering gaze, I knew I'd put it out of my mind and ignore his undressing me with his eyes.
I was certain my husband was overreacting when he warned me to be careful of this predator, a man known to steal wives and bed them as so many trophies. I would never fall for such toxic masculinity. I was a wise woman of the world, who loved her mate and would never be duped. I was grossly offended that my spouse thought so little of my strength.
The first time he fucked me, I was mortified that I'd fallen prey to his advances. His timing was perfect, right after one of our rare marital fights, part of which he witnessed at a social gathering. Hubby left town on business the next day for a week, I was still in a huff when this skilled hunter stopped by for a "supportive chat." Sixty minutes later I was on my hands and knees in our marriage bed being fucked senseless by this conniving snake I let into our garden. After he left, I vowed it would never happen again and was certain of my self-discipline.