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Hotwife’s Delirious Descent into Depraved Submission
An Office Affair Awakens Forbidden Desires
There I was, another boring Tuesday night alone while my workaholic husband Matt toiled away at the office. As I lounged around in just a skimpy negligee, nursing a glass of Pinot and halfheartedly scrolling through Insta, the usual pang of frustrated desire started bubbling up within me.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Matt didn’t put in the effort behind closed doors. But between the monotony of the same unfulfilling vanilla routines and his inability to fully scratch those deeper primal itches, our intimacy had grown painfully stale over the years. I was a relatively young wife in my erotic prime, goddammit — I deserved the kind of mind-blowing passion that bordered on taboo deviance!
As if the universe was granting my silent wishes, I soon heard Matt’s car pulling into the driveway — far earlier than expected. My interest was immediately piqued as the front door opened and his muffled voice mingling with another distinctly male timbre reached my ears from the foyer. I couldn’t be certain, but that second smooth baritone sounded an awful lot like Bruce, Matt’s handsome executive boss at the firm…
