A Hotwife Adventure (Part 3) — Fanning the Flame
Was I really ready for this? Could I handle the reality of knowing my wife was being fucked by someone else?
As the weeks passed, filled with school drop-offs, soccer games, and an endless list of chores, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment about what had happened to us since our last date night.
That night was incredibly exciting and fun, a breath of fresh air in our marriage routine.
But now, it felt like life had slipped back into the mundane, almost as if that magical evening had never happened at all.
The spark we had briefly found that night at the restaurant and the drive home seemed to have faded, replaced by a comfortable but predictable rhythm.
One evening, after a long day balancing work and the kids’ activities, Mia poured a glass of wine for herself. Just as she began to enjoy a moment of tranquility, her phone buzzed on the counter, interrupting the comforting chaos. She looked at the screen, her forehead creasing slightly.
“Who is it?” I asked, noticing her hesitation.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, picking up the phone and swiping to answer.
