Her husband was at home, clueless. She was bent over a park bench, moaning for a stranger. Neglected and untouched, Emily needed more than wine and empty words; she needed to be seen, taken, used . One heated glance at the bar leads to a reckless decision: a tattooed stranger, a dark park, and the kind of rough, filthy sex she hadn't dared to fantasize about in years. He didn't ask twice. She didn't say no. Under the stars and in full view of the night, Emily surrendered her body, and her marriage to a man who knew exactly what to do with both. It was public. It was wrong. And she'd do it all over again.