-2- - Hotwife

Three hours later, my phone buzzed. A photo. His bedroom. Her smile. And a message: “He’s good… but he’s not you.”

That’s when I knew — this wasn’t about replacing us. This was about adding fuel to our fire. Hotwife -2-

To be continued.

The first time was curiosity. The second time? That was surrender. Three hours later, my phone buzzed