My Wife’s Hot Past — Boning on the Fifty Yard Line

My wife and her linebacker lover sneak into the football stadium to bang on the fifty yard line.

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When Jackson’s text popped up on my phone at 10:47 PM — “Yo, meet me at the stadium gate at 11. Wear something you can ditch quick. 😉” — my entire body went electric. Like someone had plugged me directly into the campus power grid and flipped every switch to ON.

I literally squealed. Out loud. In my dorm room. My roommate shot me a look that screamed “what fresh hell now?” but I was already ransacking my closet like a tornado in heels.

Jackson Jordan. Six-foot-three of pure muscle-wrapped trouble with a smile that could melt polar ice caps and hands that… well, let’s just say those hands knew exactly what they were doing. And tonight? Tonight he was promising mischief.

My brain went into overdrive, spinning through possibilities like a slot machine on cocaine. What was he planning? Something wild, definitely. Something that would probably get us both suspended if we got caught. Something that would absolutely, positively end with me screaming his name into the night.

God, I lusted for that man!

I yanked out my black dress, you know the one. Every girl has that one dress…