Erotica — MFF — Polyamory
I Invited Another Woman into Our Bedroom
Seeing my husband fuck with Rachel stirred a whirlwind of inexplicable emotions within me — arousal, hurt, betrayal, and perhaps even love.
Eight years ago, we met at a dimly lit café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of his cologne. His eyes held secrets, and his smile hinted at a world beyond the ordinary.
We married quickly, swept away by passion and promises of a life of adventure together. But during that first year of blissful marriage, I realized Mason was more than just a captivating man.
He possessed an uncanny ability to attract women. Women would turn their heads, tripping over their feet to get closer. And yet, he remained oblivious to their advances, or so it appeared.
For example, grocery shopping with Mason was a test of restraint. It wasn’t Mason’s fault that women were so drawn to him. They couldn’t help but touch his arm or bump his cart as they pretended to inquire about some product on the shelf Mason was looking at.
The women of our neighborhood would often stop by, conveniently showing up right when Mason was outside trimming the hedge or washing his truck…
