Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance - Plot & Excerpts
and Mrs. Fergus left as quietly as they'd come, on the Monday after four days at our house. They were easy guests who hiked during the day, didn't stay up late and Sam even took them on the boat, though they hadn't come to whale-watch. They told us they enjoyed their stay and that they might be back the next year and that we were good hosts. On Monday we cleaned and did the sheets and I worked on some design that wasn't due for awhile. On Tuesday we were just in the middle of lunch when we heard another knock at the door. "It's probably Sam," I said, brushing at my lips with a napkin before turning around. It was Sam. He just wasn't alone. "Hi-ho there!" he said as I swung the door open to see him standing there with two rather young, rather strapping young men. Fuck. I'd kind of forgotten about that. "Sam!" I said, staying cheerful while my mind raced as I tried to think of ways I'd explain to Rebecca that we had two guests for two nights.
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