My First Time Hotwife: Melina by Cynthia Sizemore

Author:Cynthia Sizemore
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-12-31T05:00:00+00:00

That morning, work was especially busy. I had two major accounts open at the moment, with two very demanding clients. Which is why, when my office phone rang around 12:30 – right before I was going to go to lunch – I almost didn’t pick it up.

But then I saw the number on the caller ID. It was Melina’s cell phone.

“Where have you been, babe? I texted you three times!”

“Sorry,” I said, “I had a busy morning. I didn’t even look at my phone. What’s up? Everything ok?”

“Everything is perfect,” she said, “just get home and hide in the closet. Now.”

“What? Melina, what’s happening? Are you being serious?”

“I think he’s coming back. I’ve got to get off the phone.”

“Who’s coming back? Melina…”

In that moment, the line went dead. I decided it would be useless to try to call her back. Instead, I raced out of my office and down to the parking garage. With any luck, I could be home within half an hour. The worst possible scenario was that this was all just another elaborate fantasy for Melina, and that we’d end up fucking each other’s brains out.

The best possible scenario? What was the best possible scenario? That I’d watch my wife in the throes of ecstasy at the hands of another man?

That certainly seemed to be what I’d been craving – what we’d both been craving – for the last several months.

And now, it might actually be happening. Might be.

My cock was hard as I drove, trying my best to pay attention to the fast-moving Chicago traffic. I cursed every time there was a slow-down, every time someone’s unsignaled lane change caused a near miss.

Finally, I saw it: the exit to our suburb. I would be home within five minutes.

I raced down our street at 35 MPH, which was quite a bit faster than the post 20 MPH limit, even if it wasn’t anything truly excessive. I was happy to see, when I pulled into the garage, that Melina’s Honda Civic was not there or in the driveway.

I’d beaten them.

I raced upstairs into the master bedroom and into the walk-in closet. Admittedly, I felt a little silly hiding like a burglar in my own home, but if Melina wasn’t actually kidding about what she had planned, I didn’t want to miss the chance of a lifetime to watch her cheat on me as if I wasn’t there.

Not three minutes after I’d gotten myself situated in a position where I could see through the slats in the door, I heard the sound of voices downstairs.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins. My mouth went dry and my heart pounded. Was I about to have a panic attack? Maybe, maybe not. My cock was also rock-hard.

Melina was talking to someone, that was for sure. That “someone” also had a low, deep and masculine voice from what I could tell.

It was Huxton. Or, if not him, another stud that she’d picked up somewhere.

I almost couldn’t believe it. It was really happening. My beautiful brunette wife was going to cuck me.

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