Hi my love. I see you on your computer, so hard at work getting all of your business documents and work estimates lined up. You are so diligent in your work and I love you so much and appreciate all that you do for our family. It makes my heart burst with pride and I so want to just grab you and kiss you right now.
But...you are working. I know that you've never gotten mad at me when I have interrupted your work, but I know when I see that certain 'hard at work' look on your face to give you space.
Like right this moment. Alternating between looking at the screen and typing. Babe, I wanna go and hug you and kiss you, but I am busy myself. I'm looking at some hotwife website that I found. I'd never heard of the term 'hotwife' until I stumbled on this site. The idea intrigued me.
Oh...I forgot to mention. I learned about this site from...ummm...YOU.
DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?
As you know, our bedroom and home office are a hallway apart, with a clear view of one room from the other. Late one evening, you had dozed off in front of the pc. I was going to ask you to come to bed, but instead I went to grab a blanket for you. As I entered our home office to cover you with a blanket (you look so cuute snuggled up with a blanky!), I turned to look at your screen and I saw some porn pics. Guys and girls having sex. Not surprising and not a shock since we both enjoy watching couples porn and of course my favorite, romantic comedies. You know what I call rom-coms...panty wetters. Anyways, I laughed to myself and wished you were awake so that I could give you a relaxing blowjob to ease your work stress...just the way you like it. You know how I twist my hands on the shaft while the tip is in my mouth? And my tongue twirling in circles as I taste your delicious cock? Mmm yes, just like that...
Anyhow, as you were covered up I turned to exit the room but then stopped. I leaned over the desk and took hold of the mouse, then scrolled up. The website said 'hotwife'. And...had stories to go with the pics! I was curious, to say the least. I memorized the website and went back to our bedroom and typed it into my phone. And so I read. And read. And babe, I...I...mmm...it got me hot. My kitty was wet as I read about a man sharing his wife with other men, and the first question in my mind was, 'Who?' Meaning, who could I, or we, possibly find?