Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel - Plot & Excerpts
She looked damn good in that barely there bikini, but there was something about her wearing more clothes that could look even sexier. Not that she was wearing all that much. A tight dress that plunged down between her tits up above and barely covered her ass cheeks down below. It was exactly the sort of naughty outfit she'd wear when we were going out on the town and I always loved it when she dressed like that. Only now with the fresh perspective of this strange fantasy I realized maybe there was more than seeing my wife dress sexy at play. Maybe I'd always enjoyed the idea of other men staring at her, wanting her, and not being able to have her. Maybe it'd been a subconscious thing that I'd only recently realized on a conscious level. The first thing she did was walk over to the nightstand and pick up her phone. A swipe. Her eyes moving across the screen. A smile. Then she looked at me. "Did you enjoy your reading?" she asked.
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