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I bought the lingerie three weeks ago. Two hundred and fourteen dollars. Hidden under the sink behind the tampons. For my husband. For our eighth anniversary. For the night I was finally going to make him look at me the way he used to.
Mark was supposed to be home at seven.
The doorbell rang at seven. It was not Mark.
It was his boss. Damon Price. VP of Operations. Six-four. Bald. Built like he had been carved out of something harder than the man I married. Standing on my porch with a manila folder and a look that made my thighs press together before he said a single word.
He was just dropping off files Mark forgot at the office. A five-minute favor. And then I would go back to waiting for my husband in lingerie that cost more than our anniversary dinner.
That is not what happened.
I said come in.
I do not know why. I was standing in the doorway in black lace and stockings and heels, my husband's boss was looking at me like he had all the time in the world, and I said come in like it was the most natural thing I had ever done.
Part 1 is how it starts. The porch. The doorway. The first time in eight years a man looked at me like he wanted me and meant it. By the end of this part I was on my knees in my own front hall, and I was not thinking about my husband at all.
A steamy interracial hotwife cuckold story. For adults only, 18+. Part 1 of 4. Continues in Part 2.
