Cuckolded by foot massages

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Rebecca stretched out on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table, a glass of red wine balanced delicately in her hand. The soft hum of jazz music played in the background, mingling with the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. She glanced at Lance, who was seated in his recliner, scrolling through his phone, completely absorbed in whatever article had caught his eye. Her lips twitched in irritation—he hadn't even noticed her new pedicure, the one she'd spent an hour…

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