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Watching My Wife Ride Her Ex. Him and His Hotwife, #2
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- ISBN8231713448
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- Date de parution07/08/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
The first time Meg told me about her college ex, I probably should've been jealous. Instead, my mind got stuck on this image of her bent over some dusty library table for someone else. Not just anyone else... him. That was five years ago. Our marriage has evolved since then. We've done things I never imagined I'd be comfortable with, stuff that now fuels our most intense nights together. She teases.
I sit there aching. And sometimes, yeah, I share my wife with other men. Tonight might be crossing a line we can't uncross. But maybe that's the point. Meg's wearing this black dress that's way too short for a normal college reunion. Unless you're there to make an impression. So here I am, alone in this hotel room, my phone lighting up with texts that get dirtier every time I look down. Her ex-boyfriend's hands are on her thighs again.
He keeps touching her, whispering in her ear. He wants to come up to her hotel room, for old times' sake. And Meg? She's going to let him. And I'm going to watch. If you've ever sat up at night thinking about watching your wife take control of another man, if you know that weird mixture of jealousy and arousal that comes from sharing someone you love more than anything, then you probably know exactly where this night is headed.
I sit there aching. And sometimes, yeah, I share my wife with other men. Tonight might be crossing a line we can't uncross. But maybe that's the point. Meg's wearing this black dress that's way too short for a normal college reunion. Unless you're there to make an impression. So here I am, alone in this hotel room, my phone lighting up with texts that get dirtier every time I look down. Her ex-boyfriend's hands are on her thighs again.
He keeps touching her, whispering in her ear. He wants to come up to her hotel room, for old times' sake. And Meg? She's going to let him. And I'm going to watch. If you've ever sat up at night thinking about watching your wife take control of another man, if you know that weird mixture of jealousy and arousal that comes from sharing someone you love more than anything, then you probably know exactly where this night is headed.
The first time Meg told me about her college ex, I probably should've been jealous. Instead, my mind got stuck on this image of her bent over some dusty library table for someone else. Not just anyone else... him. That was five years ago. Our marriage has evolved since then. We've done things I never imagined I'd be comfortable with, stuff that now fuels our most intense nights together. She teases.
I sit there aching. And sometimes, yeah, I share my wife with other men. Tonight might be crossing a line we can't uncross. But maybe that's the point. Meg's wearing this black dress that's way too short for a normal college reunion. Unless you're there to make an impression. So here I am, alone in this hotel room, my phone lighting up with texts that get dirtier every time I look down. Her ex-boyfriend's hands are on her thighs again.
He keeps touching her, whispering in her ear. He wants to come up to her hotel room, for old times' sake. And Meg? She's going to let him. And I'm going to watch. If you've ever sat up at night thinking about watching your wife take control of another man, if you know that weird mixture of jealousy and arousal that comes from sharing someone you love more than anything, then you probably know exactly where this night is headed.
I sit there aching. And sometimes, yeah, I share my wife with other men. Tonight might be crossing a line we can't uncross. But maybe that's the point. Meg's wearing this black dress that's way too short for a normal college reunion. Unless you're there to make an impression. So here I am, alone in this hotel room, my phone lighting up with texts that get dirtier every time I look down. Her ex-boyfriend's hands are on her thighs again.
He keeps touching her, whispering in her ear. He wants to come up to her hotel room, for old times' sake. And Meg? She's going to let him. And I'm going to watch. If you've ever sat up at night thinking about watching your wife take control of another man, if you know that weird mixture of jealousy and arousal that comes from sharing someone you love more than anything, then you probably know exactly where this night is headed.
