My Stunning Hotwife (Part 1) by Lena White

Author:Lena White [White, Lena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-18T00:00:00+00:00

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“You’ll never guess who I heard from,” Victoria said to me one morning.

Yes, I could.

We moved to Cortana two weeks ago and it’s the best thing we ever did. We bought an old farmhouse that some enterprising Italian had updated without ruining the 200-year-old charm of the place but spent the time and money to make it livable, including a modern kitchen, a pool, and central heat. That we got the place for less than we sold my apartment in Greenwich Village was just the icing on the cake. Things could not have worked out better for us.

“Let me guess,” I said to my wife as she scrambled eggs for me that had been laid that same morning. “DeAndre.”

“You’re right!” she said with sarcastic surprise dripping in her voice. “How did you know?” She flashed me a shrewd smile.

“Who else could it possibly be?” I countered. She laughed and I joined her as she brought our breakfast to the table.

“Well, what do you think he said?” She returned to the espresso machine to refill my coffee before she sits at our ancient kitchen table we made sure it was included in the deal and I dig into my breakfast.

“He’s coming to Italy and he wants to come see you,” I said with a casual tone.

Victoria just stares at me. “How did you know?”

“Come on, Vicks. He was into you back in Atlanta. I’m surprised it took this long for us to hear from him.”

“Well, he’s coming to Florence for work,” she said, ignoring my little jab at her naïveté.

My stomach dropped. “For work?”

“That’s right,” she said with a saucy little lilt. “He said he might be there awhile.” She gave me a smug look like the cat who ate the canary.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” I couldn’t blame her. My dick was chubbing up as we spoke. I thoroughly enjoyed the time we spent with DeAndre, short as it was. But I never expected we’d see him again. Talk about naïveté.

“Aren’t you? Drop those shorts you’re wearing and I’ll bet you’re already hard,” she said as she took a sip of coffee and smiled at me.

“And what if I am?”

“Then I’ll suck you off right here at our breakfast table,” she said sweetly, incongruously. Ever since we moved to Italy, Victoria has gone out of her way to show her appreciation. I have no complaints on that score, not that I did before we moved. One of the reasons I fell for my new wife was due to her easy sexuality, which has only increased since we moved.

“That won’t be necessary,” I said, anxious to finish eating. That’s what getting all the sex you can handle will do to you – you find yourself passing up the opportunity for a morning BJ just so your eggs don’t get cold. “But maybe we should talk about this before he shows up at our door.”

“Absolutely. What do you think he wants? I mean, besides the obvious.”

“That’s a good question. I guess it depends on why he’s coming here in the first place.

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