The first chapter in this hotwife novella
“You have to agree formally,” he said with that beautifully mischievous smile I’ve always loved.
I blushed and took another small sip of my wine. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to say yes. Sure, I was terrified, but it was the sort of fear that lives next to excitement. But there was also a part of me that was in love with the idea of the…